Dude, your wig fell off

This is not the first time that Na Chen said this to him, but such a distance, such an occasion, this unexpected suddenness, and Na Chen's gentle and slightly hoarse voice when he said this sentence still made An He His hand shook violently.

"Damn it!" An He's car crashed directly into the turning billboard.

Na Chen, who was biting him tightly behind him, rushed over at this moment, and rushed to the line a few seconds later.

"How is it?" Na Chen let go of the handlebar, sat in the car and smiled at him.

"What a big move." An He looked helplessly at the score on the screen that Chen was almost 1 minute faster than him, "It scared me to death."

"You have to use this big move first." Na Chen got out of the car and stood in front of him, still laughing, "I probably won't be able to win any game tonight."

"That's what you said, as if you are so powerful," Angel laughed, and got down and gave the car to the little boy who had been staring at them. "You can't win anything if I don't use the big move."

"Really?" Na Chen folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.

"Shall we go first?" An He glanced to the side and lowered his voice, "Everyone is looking at us."

Na Chen smiled, and followed him to the claw machine next to him. The people who had been watching the racing car turned their heads to look at them.

"What else are you playing?" An He tossed the coin in his hand.

"You don't know how to play," Na Chen snapped his fingers and turned around, "If you practice for ten years, you won't be able to catch up."

"Is there?" An He was taken aback.

"Yes," Na Chen waved his hand and pointed forward, "playing drums."

Angel was happy: "Want to play?"

"Well, don't you want to see how I play drums normally?" Na Chen walked towards the drum machine, "Let you take a look first."

The drum machine is actually not difficult, but not many people usually play it, because one star and two stars can play well after a few days of practice, but this thing is like a dance mat, and it is not easy to play beautifully.

"This is still a real electric drum." Na Chen whispered after going over to have a look.

"How about the drums?" An He stood aside and asked with a smile.

"It's not very good, Roland's low-end model," Na Chen sat down, picked up the drum hammer and tossed it lightly. Rhythm, "This drum hammer is not very good."

"What configuration do you want for a game..." An He smiled, and Chen's rhythmic movements quickly attracted the attention of several people around him. Someone came over, and An He lowered his voice, "Don't you Disgraceful."

"Tune me a simple one, and I'll see how it plays." Na Chen whispered, turning to look at a few onlookers.

An He threw a coin and tuned him the simplest one-star song.

"Playing for one star?" Someone said behind him, seeming a little disappointed.

After the song started, Nachen stared at the screen in a daze with the drum hammer in his hand, and didn't hit it. After a while, he turned his head and looked at An He: "Isn't this a good band? So stupid?"

"You..." An He sighed, "What do you think?"

"I thought there was a drum score, but it won't work like this." Na Chen clicked his tongue and followed the rhythm a few times. It was obviously more complicated than the one on the screen, and it sounded quite nice.

An He was about to say, or you can just knock casually, when someone from the onlookers came over: "Damn, are you professional? You can show something."

The man pointed to the screen again: "You can change the drum score mode."

An He hadn't played this game before. After poking it a few times according to the man's instructions, the display on the screen changed to a stave, but he couldn't understand the symbol XXOO on it: "Is it this?"

"Well," Na Chen took a look and nodded, "The simplification is really exaggerated."

Yi Xing's song didn't have any difficulty for Na Chen. From the moment the drum hammer fell, he suddenly changed his appearance.

An He was a little amazed that no matter what kind of drums Na Chen faced under any circumstances, he could sink into the rhythm after the start.

At the end of a song, many people surrounded them, and two little girls took pictures with their mobile phones.

"Let's get an expert," someone said.

"What's an expert?" Na Chen asked An He.

"I don't know, why don't you give it a try?" An He liked to watch Na Chen play the drums, even if it was facing a game console.

"Yeah." Nachen smiled.

An He couldn't hear any difference in the expert-level piece, but felt that the drum score was more complicated and had more tricks.

When the music started, Na Chen glanced at the score, lowered his head and raised his hand, the drum hammer fell, and the strong drumbeat sounded. After a few bars, people around him applauded.

That Chen's expression didn't change, An He was a little unsure if he heard someone applauding.

This was the first time he saw Na Chen playing the drum so closely. Na Chen's body swayed gently with the music, every movement was full of rhythm and movement, and the smooth drum beat jumped out from his hands.

handsome.

An He hesitated for a moment and took out his phone from his pocket, clicked on the video and started recording for Na Chen.

At the end of the song, An He saw Na Chen turned his face from the camera of the mobile phone, pressed his fingers lightly on his lips, and blew a kiss to him.

An He's phone almost fell to the ground, and there were at least 20 people around him. This action was a high-definition close-up in the eyes of the onlookers.

He quickly turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, Na Chen dropped the drum hammer and followed.

Someone chased after him quite disappointed: "Are you going to stop playing now, master?"

"I don't play anymore," Nachen said with a smile, "I can't find the feeling."

An He kept his head buried and walked out of the video game city, when Na Chen came over and pulled his arm: "Are you angry?"

"No," An He touched his face, "It's burning hot."

"I didn't do it on purpose." Nachen stared at his face, as if wanting to make sure his words were true or not, "Aren't you unhappy?"

"No..." An He took out a cigarette and drank it, then added after a pause, "You definitely did it on purpose."

"Really!" Na Chen smiled, took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, "I accidentally revealed my true feelings."

"Small goods," An He turned his head to look at the video game city, "What else do you want to play?"

"Stop playing, why don't we find a place to eat," Na Chen rubbed his belly, "I'm a little hungry, eat..."

"I'm not hungry," An He answered him quickly, "I'm not hungry at all, I don't feel it at all, and the hamburger is still hitting my throat."

"You take revenge, right? Why don't you just eat a hamburger first?" Na Chen clicked his tongue with a smile.

"Then eat a hamburger, I'll buy it for you." An He glanced at him, then walked towards the hamburger restaurant across the street.

"Forget it," Na Chen hurried to catch up and hugged his shoulder from behind, "Let's go for a walk first, I'm not hungry anymore."

Angel took his arm, and the two of them swayed forward, back and forth, and walked forward without a destination, just chatting and swaying.

"In the past, if I really had nothing to do, I would drive around the city, from the second ring road to the fourth ring road," Na Chen put his chin on Anhe's shoulder, "I watched and built many real estate projects."

An He smiled, he had never seen what Na Chen was like driving around the road around the city, but he could understand, maybe he and Na Chen felt the same kind of helplessness at the same time. Avoiding loneliness and boredom, countless nights after dinner, countless weekends when you can't cheer up, when you drive around the street in that morning, he may soak in the bathtub or nestle on the sofa.

"In the future, when we are bored, we can go out for a walk, we can drive around together, we can sit on the sofa and watch TV together, we can soak in the bathtub together..." An He laughed halfway through speaking, yes, the same As long as there is more than one person doing it together, it will be completely different.

Of course, this person has to be the right one.

He used to think that there would be no such a person, and even if there was such a person, he would not be in the mood to wait any longer.

But Huan Nachen still came, and he didn't even hide.

When passing by a Thai restaurant, An He stopped: "Eat?"

"Don't you still have a hamburger in your throat?" Na Chen let go of him and asked with a smile.

"After strolling for a while, I slipped down," An He walked into the restaurant, "By the way, take a look and learn a few tricks to see if you can get me some Tom Yum Kung soup and pineapple rice next time."

"Why is my life so hard?" Na Chen sighed, "I have to think about the recipe after eating."

"Let's take turns, you do one meal, I'll do the next meal, and then you..."

"Will I live to make you another meal after I finish your next meal?" Na Chen frowned, "Just look at your sticky pot."

"I guarantee you will live." An He patted him on the shoulder.

In fact, Anhe doesn't particularly accept the taste of Thai food, but he always enjoys the weird taste of sour, spicy, and creamy.

That Chen ate very seriously, and picked out the ingredients in the soup from time to time to have a look.

An He's cell phone rang in the middle of the meal, he answered the call, it was from the second aunt.

Tomorrow is the time for grandpa's cremation. He guessed that the second aunt wanted to ask about his mother, but before he could open his mouth, the second aunt said directly, "Your mother won't have to go tomorrow."

"Huh?" An He was taken aback.

"I don't want to care about it when I'm alive, and I don't want to join in the fun when I'm dead," the second aunt said in a cold tone, "there are no names of your family members on the monument, and the marriage is divorced anyway, and I don't have any contact with the old man. I don’t know what’s the meaning of writing on the stele.”

An He's hands were a little numb, he propped his elbows on the table, holding the phone and didn't know what to say.

After the second aunt hung up the phone, he stared at the dishes on the table in a daze.

He had already adjusted to the point where he could no longer think about certain things, but the second aunt's words almost knocked him back to his original form.

Yes, the marriage is divorced, and the family is gone, and they usually live their own lives.

The meaning of home has long been lost.

Now even grandpa's monument does not have their names.

Daughter, son-in-law, grandson.

This was originally a clear relationship with his family, but now it has disappeared.

"An He," Na Chen grabbed his hand, "what's the matter?"

An He came back to his senses, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "My second aunt's phone number."

"What did you say?" Nachen asked.

"Tell me about grandpa... so that my mother doesn't have to send grandpa off tomorrow," An He said with some difficulty, "there is... no name on the tablet."

Na Chen didn't speak, and grabbed his hand very hard.

An He sighed, took a mouthful of vegetables and put them in his mouth, but there was no taste after eating.

"Then are you still going?" Na Chen asked after a while.

"Go," An He put down his chopsticks, "I definitely have to go, my mother... let's see then."

"Are you okay?" Na Chen was a little worried.

"Well, what can happen," An He closed his eyes and took a breath, "I can't change these things when I'm depressed. Even if everything remains the same, it won't have any substantial impact on me. What should I do or what should I do."

This was said to Na Chen, but also to himself.

Sometimes, that's how things are.

It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, there is no solution or not, the only thing to do is to put it aside.

It was almost ten o'clock when we came out after eating, and the two walked down the street chatting and walking around for more than an hour before returning to the video game city to pick up the car.

"Wait for me here," Na Chen said, his car parked at the back door of the video game city, "I'll get the car."

"I'm still taking the car, it's like you want to take a big car." An He smiled.

"Wait here for me, I'll get my little toilet."

"What little toilet?"

"Don't you think my small battery looks like a toilet?" Na Chen hopped and ran all the way to the back door.

Let Na Chen say this, when he drove over with the small white battery, An He suddenly felt that Na Chen was sitting on a toilet, and he was fluttering...

"Come up, I'll take you back." Na Chen shook his head.

"Actually, this is not a small toilet. Considering the size of the toilet, it is quite big." An He sat on the back seat, squeezed forward, and put his arms around Na Chen's waist.

"Then the big toilet, is it ready yet?" Na Chen honked the horn, "It's done."

"Damn, you're almost done!" An He pushed him, "It's not long after eating!"

Na Chen drove An He downstairs with the toilet on, but stopped the car but didn't intend to go upstairs.

An He looked at the time: "Aren't you going up?"

"Well," Na Chen got out of the car and pulled him by the arm to bring him to him, and quickly leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, "I'm going back to get the clothes for work tomorrow, throw the office set to wash, tomorrow If I go back in the morning to get it, I will be late.”

An He smiled, and touched Na Chen's face. Na Chen talked to him about going to work in a very normal tone, which made him feel very at ease. And rush back.

"Then you go back, don't open the toilet too fast on the way." He smiled.

"I'll be there tomorrow for your grandpa's affairs. After signing, I'll take you to the crematorium." Na Chen thought about it and kissed him again, "Don't think too much, I'll be with you."

"Well," An He hugged him, and touched his back vigorously a few times, "I know."

When Na Chen was driving away, An He didn't go upstairs, but stood downstairs and looked at his back, probably seeing him still standing in place from the rearview mirror, when Na Chen drove about ten meters away, he suddenly blew Whistle loudly, and start shaking his legs.

An He suddenly remembered the very rhythmic "plop plop" before that Chen, and pointed his middle finger at his back: "Damn!"

He also remembered that Chen said "Don't follow me", so he also stretched out his index finger, making a comparison.

Nachen smiled and honked the horn twice, and drove the car out of the gate.

The night is good today, the moon and the stars are crowded in the sky, the weather is warm, the wind is blowing on the face with warmth and humidity, it is a bit sticky, but it still makes people feel very comfortable.

Instead of driving the car home, he turned onto another road.

Today is an ordinary day, but for Nachen, it is a little different.

Today is the day my father died.

He didn't go to the cemetery after his father passed away. He didn't know if he would go there in the future, but he still didn't plan to go to the cemetery today.

After driving the small battery for almost 10 minutes, he stopped on the side of the road.

Further down this road is Dad's company. Dad drove out of this road that day and bumped into a car parked by the side of the road.

Nachen pushed the car to the opposite side of the road, sat on the edge of the sidewalk, staring at the flat and clean road in a daze.

"Dad," he lowered his head and took out a tissue from his pocket after a long time, "what are you thinking?"

The paper towel was gently twirling between his fingers, and it was slowly rolled into a small white flower. Nachen put the flower on the ground: "I don't know what you are thinking, what are you thinking, what is mom thinking?" , why you, what's wrong with you... I still don't know."

With the wind blowing gently, the hair on his forehead brushed his eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I have always wanted to prove to you that I am not what you say, but no matter what I do, you will Don’t look, why is this? I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.”

"From now on, I won't do it for you anymore, I'm for myself," Na Chen lit a cigarette and drank it, squinting his eyes in the smoke, "I'm the one who deserves it, someone is always looking forward to me, always Someone can see, although that person is not you, but I am satisfied."