Dude, your wig fell off

The golden light downstairs was gone, An He pressed his eyes, and saw that Chen was still sitting in the car, with his head raised.

"Did you have a nosebleed?" An He asked into the phone.

Na Chen laughed twice, but still raised his head: "What did you just say?"

"Did you have a nosebleed?" An He smiled.

"Are you annoying?" Na Chen honked the horn, "It's so unprofessional to play dumb."

"You installed it first, and it wasn't very good," An He leaned against the window, "You can't get up."

"Come on," Na Chen pulled the car aside, "I don't want to talk, but I heard it anyway."

An He smiled, hung up the phone, closed the window, and was dazed for a while with his forehead against the glass.

It was not easy to say this sentence, if it wasn't for Na Chen's sudden move, he didn't know when he would be able to say it.

Whether he loves or not, he has never deliberately thought about it. No matter who he is with before, he has never said this sentence. He doesn't know what love is and what it is.

However, Na Chen was the first person who could make him blurt out this sentence, whether impulsive or moved, the moment he said it, he was excited, eager, and uneasy.

This anxiety does not come from the feelings themselves, but from themselves.

In just two or three months, it was impossible for him to adjust himself to such a perfect state, and it was the same for Nachen. For the two of them, these three words were not just a simple expression of emotion.

The doorbell was rang by Na Chen, An He wiped the mark on the glass that was pushed out by his forehead, and went to open the door.

Na Chen came in with the wind and hugged him, the inertia made Na Chen unable to hold back his steps, and An He was also led by him to retreat several steps in a row, and finally the two of them fell on the sofa.

"Kiss me quickly," Nachen's hands carelessly touched his body, kissing his eyes, nose tip, and lips, "I'm ready to work after the kiss."

An He didn't speak, and wrapped his arms around Na Chen's back to touch, then pinched his buttocks, raised his head to meet Na Chen's lips and pressed them tightly.

Na Chen snorted softly, panting presumptuously and warmed his face, An He closed his eyes.

Forget it, it's pointless to think too much, just keep going forward once you take a step.

After struggling to kiss and touch on the sofa for a long time, Na Chen knelt down on the floor with one leg, panting heavily: "Mr. An is so good at work, he squeezed me out."

An He licked his lips and smiled: "Why don't you lie down and I'll press on you to see if you'll be squeezed down."

"Why," Na Chen narrowed his eyes, and touched his lips with his fingers, "Now you're not eating when the bill is collected?"

"Eat, why don't you eat," An He followed his example and patted his crotch, "Eat here."

"An He!" Na Chen jumped up and turned around and walked towards the kitchen. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and pointed at him with his orchid finger, "Stinky rascal!"

"Are you an idiot?" An He laughed, "The gangster is still shy about talking about others."

"Come and help." Na Chen carried the flour bag into the kitchen.

"Will you be paid?" An He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and followed in.

"Meat compensation," Na Chen brought him a small basin, "Will you make noodles?"

"Yes." An He nodded with a smile.

Na Chen raised his eyebrows: "What a surprise, you can make noodles? Is it at the same level as your cooking?"

"It's the same as bread dumplings." An He knocked on the pot, "I can't chop stuffing, I can make stuffing if there is stuffing."

"Then you can make dumplings stuffed with steamed buns." Na Chen scooped the flour into the basin with a measuring cup, and added salt, sugar and water.

"Yeah." An He washed his hands and started kneading.

Na Chen also took a basin, poured flour into it, hummed a song and started kneading the dough.

"Why separate and share?" An He glanced at him, and didn't feel any difference between the two bowls of noodles.

"Do you know what water and oil noodles are?"

"do not know."

"Do you know what pasta is?"

"……do not know."

"Your ones are water-oil noodles, mine are pastry noodles, and the water-oil bread is on the outside of the pastry noodles," Na Chen said like a tongue twister, "Do you understand?"

"Isn't that the same virtue as steamed bun stuffed dumplings?" An He couldn't understand.

"Do you still want to eat?" Na Chen sighed and looked at him.

An He smiled, stopped talking, and buried his head in making peace.

An He had seen Nachen making dim sum, but he didn't expect that it would be so troublesome to look at the ordinary shortbread. After making the dough, he divided the two kinds of noodles into the same small balls, and then wrapped the dough outside the dough. , and then roll them into long strips one by one, roll them up again, and then wake up, roll them into strips after waking up, roll them up and wake up, then push the rolls into a small ball and flatten them...

"Does it still need to be divided into two aspects? After such a toss, I have already been among you and me..." Before An He finished speaking, Na Chen raised his eyes and looked at him.

"I still have to roll it," Na Chen smiled, "Do you want to play? Roll it into dough."

An He took the rolling pin and rolled the dough into pieces, looked at the time, it was more than two hours: "Can I eat it before going to bed today?"

"Yes, it can be baked after stuffing, half an hour." Na Chen took the shredded coconut, mixed it with butter, sugar and milk, and started stuffing.

The stuffing is very fragrant, and Anhe felt a strong sense of hunger in the burst of fragrance. He stretched out his hand and squeezed a ball of coconut flakes, put it in his mouth, and shouted: "Delicious!"

Nachen took a small bowl and scooped him two spoonfuls, with a sympathetic expression on his face: "Eat it, a person with such a greedy mouth can't cook, and eat instant noodles every day, how can you bear it?"

"Do you know what it feels like to be overly hungry? It's just that I don't want to eat anything. I've always been like this. Now the gluttons are all hooked up." An He took a bite of the coconut filling, thought for a while and added, "Just It’s almost like a person who has been bored for a long time can take a breath and smell the air is sweet.”

Na Chen smiled, lowered his head and said while stuffing the stuffing: "The person who has been afraid to fall in love for a long time suddenly likes someone, and he looks like a god, right?"

"You have such a big face." An He gave him a middle finger.

Na Chen clicked his tongue, stretched out his hand and opened it: "Don't learn from me, if you want to learn, learn something better."

"What's so good about you." An He ate all the stuffing in the bowl, stood up and walked behind Na Chen to hug him, stroking his arm with his hand, and could feel Na Chen's muscles tightening and relaxing with the movement.

"Think about it for me." Na Chen slapped his butt with his backhand.

"Good looking, good figure, quite sexy," An He rested his chin on Nachen's shoulder, "He is good at both white and red cases, can play drums, play guitar, sing, and sing operas. He is cute when he is not convulsed. When the wind blows... it's okay, what else?"

"I don't even know that I'm so charming." Na Chen snapped his fingers, his voice full of complacency, "I'm so charming."

"Let's do it," An He smiled. What was he attracted to? He lowered his eyelids and looked at the work in Nachen's hands, and his thinking stopped suddenly, "What are you doing?"

"Flowers," Nachen pressed the stuffed dough into round cakes, cut them into petals around the center, and twisted each petal by [-] degrees. The stuffing is good-looking, but the coconut stuffing is not so colorful..."

"What flower?" An He walked to the table and bent down to look at it.

"Chrysanthemum, this is called Chrysanthemum Crisp." Na Chen put the prepared cakes into the baking tray.

"Oh." An He couldn't help but started laughing, sitting on the chair and couldn't stop laughing.

After Na Chen put the cake in the oven and set the time, he was still laughing, Na Chen walked up to him and pinched his chin: "Mr. An, what's on your mind, you are not wronged at all when you say you are a hooligan."

"What's the matter?" An He smiled and leaned back in the chair, "What's your opinion?"

"An He," Na Chen's fingers gently traced up and down his chin, and his voice lowered, "You know, I really like you like this."

"Don't you like the way I'm crushed by you on the bed?" An He grabbed his trouser waist and pulled him towards him.

"I like them all," Na Chen stepped onto his lap and sat down: "I like to listen to you talk, I like to be next to you, you accompany me crazy or don't make me crazy, it makes me feel very... at ease, I It's just that when I'm with you, I talk a lot, I always want to talk, and I want to have fun."

An He touched his leg lightly, without saying a word, Na Chen lowered his head, leaned against the back of the chair and whispered in his ear: "You were so indifferent to me at first, I was very nervous, I thought maybe I wouldn't Lovely..."

"That's my problem," An He scratched his hair, "it's none of your business."

"I have never liked anyone, but you make me suddenly panic, I feel that I can't catch it, and I can't keep up. If you turn your face, you may disappear. I don't know what to do," Na Chen The voice was very low, "I didn't care before. It didn't matter who came and who left. Anyway, everyone is like this. Those who come don't know why they come, and those who leave are used to it. My family doesn't care about me, let alone others..."

"I'm not leaving yet," An He patted his back, reached his hands on the table enough, took the rope that was going to be used to tie the flour sack on the table, and tied it to their belts, "Tie the belt up."

"Childish," Nachen smiled, "Do you treat me like a child?"

"You were a child at first. In fact, I thought you had a lot of problems. Then I thought about it." Angela opened his clothes, reached in and pinched his waist, "You are only so old, I can't care about that Too much, it doesn't make sense to use the 30-year-old standard to ask a 20-year-old who is a little... neurotic, anyway, you are much more obedient than my student."

Na Chen didn't speak any more, she buried her face in his shoulder and hugged him quietly.

An He closed his eyes, with Na Chen's soft breath in his ears, the smell of shortbread filled the air, the neighbor next door took the child out, and faint laughter came from across the door...

A little sleepy, slowly relax.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, An He felt as if his legs had lost all feeling. He moved: "Baby, I have already experienced the feeling of a disabled person."

"Huh?" Na Chen responded.

"My leg is numb." An He moved his foot, and his whole leg was instantly surrounded by numbness. He gritted his teeth, "You are so heavy."

"Hey!" Nachen straightened up suddenly, turned his head to look at the oven, and shouted, "Cake! When did it stop!"

"Hey!" An He gave him a big shock, his legs were numb up to his waist, "It's fine if you stop and shout..."

"You have to take it out when it stops, or it will be overcooked if you put it in it at such a high temperature!" Na Chen jumped up and wanted to turn around and run to the oven.

An He only felt his waist tighten, and before he could understand what was going on, Na Chen fell back on him again.

"My legs..." An He's legs were so sore and numb that his tears were about to fall, "I..."

Na Chen quickly stood up again, this time standing up very powerfully, directly pulled An He up from the chair, and then staggered and fell to the ground together.

"Rope!" An He lay on the floor, gnashing his teeth and grabbing the belt.

Na Chen unbuttoned it twice but did not untie it: "Uncle An, you love me so much, fasten it fast."

"I remember I tied a bow." An He was too lazy to struggle, and sighed while lying on the ground.

Na Chen untied the rope, went to take the cake out of the oven, An He knelt on the edge of the table and looked at the cake: "How is it?"

"The rescue was just in time, it wasn't burnt, take a look," Na Chen pushed the baking tray in front of him, "Is it beautiful? Chrysanthemum... flower crisp."

An He started laughing uncontrollably again, he didn't even know why he was so happy when he heard the chrysanthemum cake, as if he had put on a switch.

"Can you still do it! Why don't you take you to the Fifth Hospital tomorrow and let Dr. Chen show you by the way!" Na Chen looked at him with a sad face.

The shortbread was delicious, especially the one just out of the oven. It was hot and soft, and the crumbs would fall off after one bite. An He ate three in a row when Chen was still cleaning up.

"Chef," An He pinched and ate all the cake crumbs that fell on the table, "I will treat you well, and you must leave it for me to cook."

"Well," Na Chen glanced at him, "Get ready for some gunpowder, if you eat like this, you will definitely get angry."

"It's okay, it's not fried." An He smiled, the taste of shredded coconut mixed with puff pastry in his mouth was very sweet and not greasy.

This meal was all shortbread, Anhe wanted to eat salty after eating sweet, so Na Chen cooked some noodle soup with the leftover noodles.

After drinking, An He lay on the sofa and rubbed his stomach: "I really didn't expect that."

"What?" Nachen sat down on the floor in front of the sofa and leaned back, turned on the TV and pressed one by one.

"I can eat so comfortably at my own home," An He closed his eyes, twirling a lock of hair on the top of Nachen's head with his fingers, "It's very reassuring... Satisfied."

"Me too," Na Chen leaned his head back to pillow on his lap, "you can cook me a meal tomorrow, I can eat shit too."

"Get out," An He laughed for a long time, "It's not like shit, but I can't handle the heat well. I'll make you a braised lion's head. You can change it to mapo tofu."

"Are these two dishes comparable?"

"Just smash it."

The two of them lay down next to each other and chatted until almost twelve o'clock. When An He got up to wash up, he didn't remember what they talked about. Anyway, they just talked nonsense.

An He leaned on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

This is about love, remember?

In fact, maybe I have never really experienced the inexplicable and comfortable feeling of liking someone and falling in love with someone.

Maybe there will be friction and disputes in the future. After all, the two of them have been alone all this time, but there is nothing to worry about.

No matter what, they have support behind them.

After lying on the bed, An He touched Na Chen's bare back, and within a few minutes he became sleepy. Na Chen was faster than him. When he just felt sleepy, Na Chen's breathing had gradually become heavy.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, An He was woken up. Nachen hugged him like an octopus, and whispered in his sleep, but couldn't hear what he was saying, anyway, he just kept talking.

"Big Seven," An He turned over, "Haven't you said enough?"

Nachen didn't respond, and continued to mutter.

An He stared at him by the moonlight for a while, Na Chen's face was quite calm, without the uneasy and uncomfortable feeling like the last time when he was talking in his sleep at his house.

"Stop talking, you know how noisy you are?" An He said softly, pressing his fingers on Na Chen's lips.

That Chen lost his voice, and spoke again after 2 minutes.

An He was a little helpless, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth, and stroked his waist with his hand.

Na Chen snorted twice, and finally fell silent.

When he woke up in the morning, Na Chen was not in bed as usual, An He stretched fiercely, yawned and walked into the living room, breakfast was already set on the table, Na Chen was looking down at his phone.

"What's wrong?" An He asked.

"No, I just called Dr. Chen and said that it will be over in a while." Na Chen put down the phone, "He said that my mother has been quite stable for the past two days."

"That's good. I can talk to her for a while after I pass by."

"I'm a little panicked," Na Chen frowned, "I don't know why, but I'm a little scared when I want to go... I didn't feel this way before... No, I was also... afraid, but this fear... is different from the previous one. ..."

"It's okay," An He went over and hugged him, "That's your mother, that's your mother, don't think about anything else."

"Well," Na Chen nodded, "Clean up quickly and go after eating."

When An He entered the bathroom, he added another sentence: "Probably because I'm going to take my wife there this time, so I'm nervous."

An He turned his head and glanced at him: "Why don't you go there after I finish collecting the bill, and you won't be nervous if you bring your husband there?"

"I'm not ready yet." Na Chen smiled and jumped on the spot.

"Want to renege?" An He clenched his fists and slapped his knuckles twice, "Do you force me to be rough?"

"No, it's not bad," Nachen walked to the calendar and looked at it, "I want to pick one for my little Daisy... I will go back to school to hand in my thesis during the summer vacation, and there will be about a week off, sir, shall we go on honeymoon?"

"Honeymoon?" An He was taken aback, "Where are you going?"

"Have you ever been to the seaside?" Nachen hesitated for a while, looking at him, "My mother's hometown is on an island. It's very interesting. Do you want to go?"

An He considered for two seconds: "Okay."