Dude, your wig fell off

"Then at 10:30, I'll pick you up." Na Chen hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, leaned back in the armchair and stretched his legs.

Li Fan sat on the ground by the door and carved letters on his guitar. Hearing Na Chen's words, he raised his head and asked, "Are you really going to pick it up?"

"Yeah." Na Chen reached out and rummaged through the wooden box next to him for a long time, found a nail scissors, and began to cut the nails of his left hand seriously. The nails were not long, and he cut them evenly, almost to the flesh went.

"Why? Is it the person who videoed you that day? The one chasing you is much better-looking than him," Li Fan plucked the strings a few times, "I can let you pick it up?"

"I look like a bandit soldier, and I still have the ability to dislike others." Na Chen hooked the corners of his mouth.

Li Fan counted A, B, C, and D with his fingers, and was stunned for a while, "Damn!"

"He looks pretty good," Na Chen finished cutting his nails, rubbing his fingertips against the legs of his jeans, "he looks like a good guy."

Li Fan laughed for a long time before putting the guitar aside and standing up: "Xiao Chenchen, that person knew at a glance that he was not with you."

"No one is the same as anyone," Na Chen threw the nail clippers back into the box, "Call the old man at the commissary to bring you something to eat, I'm hungry."

"Don't eat snacks, you won't be full," Li Fan took out his mobile phone and called for takeaway, "By the way, let me tell you something really funny."

"Say."

"Yesterday, my daughter-in-law and her mother's old lady dance team asked if we could accompany them in the end-of-year performance on the street," Li Fan said while laughing, "The old lady can really think..."

Na Chen raised his eyes and looked at him: "What song is the accompaniment?"

"A flower in the prairie!" After laughing, Li Fan stood upright and began to sing with a serious face, "I am a flower in the prairie, only to reveal my youth, the mother of the prairie loves me, and I love her deeply..."

"Go." Nachen said.

"What?" Li Fan was stunned.

"Let's go sing a flower in the grassland for the old lady's dance team," Na Chen snapped his fingers, "When?"

"Next Saturday... are you okay? All of them are old men and old ladies, and the youngest will be over forty..." Li Fan stared at Na Chen.

"That's it, let's talk to the old lady," Na Chen stood up and jumped, kicked open the black iron door and jumped out, shouting, "Let's go talk to the old men and old ladies." carnival!"

It was past ten o'clock when An He lazily took a bath at home and came out. He changed his clothes and wanted to make a call to ask if Na Chen had come out, but thinking that Na Chen said that he hated answering the phone, he just I didn't call, I checked the time and walked to the gate of the community at 10:30.

As soon as he turned around, he heard the roar of a motorcycle coming from a distance. He turned his head and glanced at the road. Nachen's golden Bombardier rushed towards him in a few seconds, bringing a gust of wind.

An He shrank his neck: "Quite on time."

"It's pretty close," Na Chen tilted his head at him, "Come up."

That Chen was not black and straight today, wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket, a pair of military boots on his feet, and a gray ski cap on his head. An He took a few glances before slowly stepping into the back seat.

The car is very big, and the feeling of sitting on it is completely different from that of an ordinary motorcycle. An He pulled the zipper to the end. Driving the motorcycle in this cold weather, the old north wind blows all the way to Yege. I don’t know if I can get out of the car.

That Chen's car wasn't driving fast, and An He wasn't frozen when it arrived at Yege, and his legs were still bent when he got out of the car.

Today is not a special day, but Night Song has performances almost every weekend, and there are quite a lot of people standing outside waiting for friends.

"Who did you call?" An He entered Ye Ge, and was overwhelmed by the hot music before remembering to ask.

"The band," Na Chen leaned over to him and said, "Probably David and Dongzi's daughter-in-law."

"Oh." An He responded. He didn't know who these two people were, but he only knew that Chen's voice was very attractive when he heard it close, which made him suddenly have a not-so-pure thought.

At that time, the big table they booked was the closest to the stage, and the tensed and relaxed muscles of the dancers on the stage could be clearly seen.

There were already a few people sitting at the table, and the men looked like they were members of the band, but An He didn't recognize anything except the lead singer of Sha Matt who was sleeping at Na Chen's house that day. Girl, probably those two girlfriends whose names he didn't remember.

The lead singer didn't kill Matt today. When he saw An He, he raised the cup in his hand and nodded.

An He also nodded, and the people next to him who were making trouble with dice stopped and chatted with Na Chen, all looking at An He, but Na Chen didn't introduce, and they didn't ask any more questions.

An He took off his coat and sat down, took a sip of the glass of wine handed over by Na Chen.

"Hey, brother," a girl knocked on the table a few times with a dice cup, raised her chin at An He, "come to play."

"What are you playing?" An He sat without moving. This girl should be pretty, but her face was heavily made up and her eyes were darkened. An He had the urge to help her roll with an egg.

"What do you want to play?" The girl looked at him arrogantly.

"Light it up as you like." An He lit a cigarette and drank it. He hadn't played any of the games in the bar, and Lin Ruoxue was more crazy than anyone else when he made a fuss.

"Yo," the girl looked at him and laughed, and put the dice cups on the table to several people's hands, "It doesn't look as serious as it looks, so let's play the most common one."

"Feng Nier is in high spirits today." Li Fan took the dice cup and shook it.

"I'm glad I got paid today," Feng Ni shook the dice cup wildly as if convulsed, then covered the mouth of the dice cup with her hand and looked, "Seven fives!"

At that time, Feng Ni went to the house, and he never touched the dice cup after rolling the dice. After Feng Ni shouted and looked at him, he looked at Feng Ni: "10 1s."

"Then you fell ill again." Someone said with a smile.

"If you don't believe me, just open it." Na Chen looked at him and smiled.

No one started, and continued to shout. An He didn't shout too exaggeratedly, and kept shouting along. It was actually better to guess that 1 was lost by Na Chen's shout, and there were not many people to continue.

Feng Ni probably drank a lot before, but now she was yelling excitedly, and the people at the table were a little bit uncontrollable by her. At that time, Chen didn't know if she really couldn't play or had a convulsion, so she yelled: " 20 1s!"

Seeing Li Fan raised his eyebrows, An He knew that he was going to rush away. Out of gratitude to Na Chen Nadun Yayuan, An He quickly shouted in front of Li Fan: "Go."

"Hey!" Li Fan looked at An He, "Let me shout it out, I won't kill this kid."

An He smiled and said nothing, Na Chen took the glass full of wine, raised his head and began to drink, glanced at An He, with a smile of unknown meaning in his eyes.

After a few rounds, everyone at the table drank a lot and shouted for a different game.

Sitting next to Li Fan is the keyboard of their band, named Yan Yi. He is small, his eyes are always bent with a smile, and he drank the most in the past few rounds. He yelled while shaking the dice: "Come on! The brain only depends on luck! Seven eight nine seven eight nine!"

Everyone agrees, An He is not very lucky, the two times in a row are eights, but both times the cup is full, half a cup is enough, the second half cup is down, he saw that Chen's finger Holding his forehead, he smiled happily at him.

"Nine next time." Na Chen raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

An He rolled up his shirt sleeves, shook the dice cup, seven, he took the wine bottle and poured half a cup into it.

"Brother," Feng Ni leaned on the sofa and trembled with laughter, "I'm going to fight it out, this is it."

"Yeah." An He smiled and nodded.

The next few people shook either empty, seven, or even eight. When it was Chen Yao's turn for the second time, the wine had already been filled to almost two glasses.

Nachen held the dice cup in his hand, tapped it twice with his fingertips, and raised his hand suddenly. Looking at An He: "How much do you say?"

"Nine." An He smiled.

Na Chen didn't make a sound, took away the dice cup, and Feng Ni rushed over to count one by one: "Two...two...three...one...one! Nine! My god, this nine is too standard!"

Everyone at the table couldn't help laughing, knocking on the table with their cups: "The morning is almost done!"

Na Chen didn't say much, took the wine and raised his head and began to pour it into his mouth. An He looked at him, and he could tell when Na Chen was drinking before that this kid was quite good at drinking, but he didn't know how to drink so suddenly Can you hold on to two cups?

In a few seconds, Chen finished drinking a cup, flushed down the cup and put it on the table, with a faint blush on his face, An He didn't boo like the others, but just leaned on the sofa and watched. Being with friends is completely different than the last time the two of them saw each other.

"Don't stop! Oh..." Li Fan drank so much that he almost slipped out and slipped under the table, "Baby Chen, don't stop—oh... ah..."

"Continue," Na Chen picked up the cup with one hand, took out the phone with the other, stood up and started filming Li Fan, then raised his chin at Yan Yi who was next to him, "Yan Er went over to play for him."

"Okay!" Yan Yi yelled, and jumped on Li Fan, stroking him back and forth with his hands. David and Dongzi next to him also jumped on him, all kinds of hooligan poses.

The people at the tables next to him all followed suit, laughing and booing.

"Don't interrupt," Li Fan couldn't push the person on him away, so he could only cover his crotch with one hand and point at Na Chen, "Finish!"

Na Chen smiled and raised his head to pour again, while An He was watching, he gave way to the tangle of several people, and moved to Na Chen's side.

Nachen drank this cup obviously slower than the first cup, and he didn't drink half of the cup for a long time, so he just raised his head and didn't move.

"Brother Chen can't do it anymore!" Feng Ni slapped her hands with a sharp voice, and smiled at An He again, "Thank you for your half cup!"

"How about I help..." Seeing him like this, An He probably couldn't drink anymore, so he wanted to stand up and help him drink.

He had just stood up halfway, and his legs hadn't straightened yet. Na Chen suddenly poured the half glass of wine into his mouth, and threw the glass on the ground. Several people were applauding. He stretched out his hand and pressed An He's shoulder. .

An He was pushed back on the sofa by him, and before he recovered, Na Chen had already knelt down beside him with one leg, pressed him down, and pinched his face with one hand.

That Chen's hand was very strong, An He was not prepared for it, and then he pinched him so violently, his face was sore and numb, and he was about to swear inarticulately that you are sick, but Na Chen suddenly lowered his head , kissed him on the lips.

An He froze, the people next to him were shouting, and he was a little dazed.

But Na Chen's action was not strictly a kiss, he just stuck it on An He's lips, and then exerted some force with his fingers, An He had to open his mouth.

The wine with that Chen's body temperature slipped into his mouth.

Fuck!

An He roared in his heart, wanting to shut up and turn his face away, but Na Chen pinched his face and didn't let go, and stuck the tip of his tongue into his mouth, licking it lightly with the wine.

Although An He was a little annoyed, he didn't just shut up and take a bite of Na Chen. Besides, what he had to think about now was the issue of wine, the wine that kept pouring into his mouth.

If he shut up, the wine would probably flow out from the corners of his mouth in an extremely lewd and ambiguous manner.

An He didn't want to be so embarrassing, so he had no choice but to swallow the wine in his mouth, almost choking.

When Na Chen let go of him, the tip of his tongue lightly touched his lips, and then sat back on his seat, looking at An He with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"You two are really shameless at that time." Feng Ni covered her mouth and lay on the table laughing so that the table shook.

"He wants to drink for me." Na Chen wiped his mouth and looked at An He provocatively.

"Well," An He leaned back on the sofa and licked his lips, "It tastes good."

Na Chen didn't speak, just narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

An He didn't avoid his gaze, and looked at him.

Na Chen's eyes are very beautiful, bright and deep, different from his appearance, his eyes feel very quiet, after a long time of looking, the noise around him began to subside.

When the screams and laughter around him suddenly became louder, An He suddenly discovered that the few people who were still dancing on the stage with chairs and steel pipes twisted and danced did not know when they had jumped off the stage, surrounded by beside him.

"I've been watching you for a long time..." A person grabbed An He's arm and dragged him to the stage, "Handsome guy in white shirt, you are so sexy!"

The others also rushed to pull him up.

"Wait, blah, blah, blah..." An He was pulled away from the sofa, and quickly shouted a series of shouts. He was too familiar with this scene. He used to come to Yege, and every time he saw someone being dragged to the stage, they They all booed, and Lin Ruoxue, who was crazy about playing, would rush forward to help push, now it was his turn, An He's mood was simply indescribable.

"What are you waiting for, come on handsome guy." Someone yelled from behind him with an arm around his waist.

There were booing and screaming people around, and those who came to help push it. It was a mess, and An He was half-lifted and thrown onto the stage in the chaos.

When he turned his head and wanted to jump off, he was surrounded by several people, whose hands were touching him up and down.

"Handsome guy," someone pulled him onto the chair in the middle of the stage, "cooperate, it's fun."

An He wanted to say, big brother, please spare me for some fun, but was pushed to sit on the chair.

Amidst the loud music and screams, An He saw Chen with his legs on the table leaning on the sofa and holding his arms, with a very interested expression on his face and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

When he saw An He's gaze, he raised his hand, brushed his fingertips across his lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it, then slid his fingers down to his collarbone and stroked gently.

This action made An He breathe faster on the stage for a moment, and someone took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt. When An He wanted to escape, the person behind him had already reached in and touched his chest, and then put his hand on his chest. His shirt was pulled to the sides.

The screams from the audience rose to a higher level.

The movements of the people dancing around An He were very explicit. When An He lowered his eyes, he could see the person kneeling between his legs and lying on his crotch making ups and downs, feeling a little helpless.

There were a few around him who were wriggling against his arm and rubbing their sensitive parts back and forth, and one even took his hand and pressed it on his lower abdomen. The audience in the audience was very excited, and someone poured wine on it. , Shouting strip him naked!

An He tried to stand up a few times, but was pushed back. He didn't want to be too embarrassed, but just hid. When he glanced down, he could see Na Chenzheng staring at him with arms folded with great interest. .

When their eyes met, Na Chen picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and slowly licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, a smile appeared on the left corner of his mouth.

"Damn!" An He's shirt was pulled off by several people, and one person threw his shirt off the stage.

A group of people by the stage jumped up and grabbed it, Feng Ni quickly jumped up screaming and rushed over, grabbed his shirt and jumped back to their table, throwing the clothes into Nachen's hands.

Na Chen took his clothes, put them under his nose and smelled them, made an intoxicated expression, and his smile deepened.

This kid is watching a play!

"Big Seven!" An He yelled, someone had already started to put their hands in his pants, he couldn't bear it any longer, and they all had a lot of strength, they said handsome guy, don't be nervous, while holding him down.

Na Chen heard his shout, but sat still, just turned his head and raised his hand to his ear, his mouth moved, An He saw the shape of his mouth, what?

"That Chen!" An He yelled as he pressed the man's hand that was inserted into his underwear.

"Did you call your boyfriend?" The person standing behind him smiled.

Na Chen threw the shirt in his hand on the sofa, stood up slowly and walked to the edge of the stage, then jumped up, and walked in front of An He amidst the booing from the audience.

"Rang Rang." He tugged at the shoulder of the man kneeling in front of An He's legs.

The man got up, touched An He's legs twice, and twisted away.

Just as An He was about to stand up, Na Chen suddenly knelt down on one knee and stretched out a hand to him.

"Why?" An He was stunned, this posture looked like a marriage proposal, the flashlight of the mobile phone under the stage flickered, and the few people dancing around him were also a little dazed.

"Do you want to go down?" Nachen looked at him.

An He hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on Na Chen's.

Na Chen grabbed his hand and yanked him violently, he was dragged away from the chair, and he threw himself on Na Chen in a dazed state.

Na Chen tilted his head, bent down and hugged his legs, lifted him neatly onto his shoulders and stood up, turned around and jumped off the stage in two steps.