Dude, your wig fell off

An He was carried off the platform by Na Chen's big head. When he jumped, he bumped suddenly, and his face hit Na Chen's back. An He felt that his tongue was almost cut off by his teeth. Congested and dizzy, when he saw Na Chen's tight buttocks, he felt that he was full of alcohol.

That Chen threw him on the sofa, and the people around the table couldn't help laughing. Feng Ni kept patting the table, her voice was high-pitched and bright: "Brother, you are the calmest person I have ever seen after being dragged onto the stage." Man! You are so calm even after your clothes are ripped off, it’s amazing!"

Calm?An He took his shirt and put it on quickly. He was probably used to facing a classroom of students. He was not at a loss when so many people stared at him, but he couldn't say how calm he was. When he came up, he planned to call Nachen for help.

"Suppression." Na Chen handed over a glass of wine.

"No need, I feel like vomiting after being hit by your shoulder a few times." An He took the cup and put it on the table, leaned on the sofa and stuffed the hem of his shirt into his pants.

"Would you like me to accompany you to the toilet?" Na Chen leaned against him and asked in a low voice, with a smile in his voice.

"No need," An He turned his head. When Na Chen leaned over, he had a warm breath on his body, which made people feel quite comfortable. "You should drink a lot. Thank you for not throwing me on the ground just now."

"I didn't drink much," Na Chen bent one leg and stepped on the sofa, "I'm going to drink too much, so I'll just carry the toilet and strip it off for you."

An He didn't make a sound. From that smile at the beginning to the provocative words now, he has been agitated indescribably.

"Your scar," Na Chen was still leaning against him, scratching his fingers through his cuff, "how did you get it?"

The thin itchy feeling quickly crawled along the arm to the whole body, An He felt that he should pull away his hand, but he didn't move, and after a while he said simply: "I fell."

"Oh." Nachen smiled.

"Brother!" The girl next to Feng Ni must have drunk too much. She didn't say much all night, but suddenly reached out and slapped the table in front of An He, "Come and play! Count to 7!"

The people at the table were all drunk and insane. The people before 40 were all shouting while knocking on the cups. That Chen made no mistakes. Although An He was a little dizzy, he tried his best to shake off the wine in his head I also struggled to make no mistakes.

After drinking it after two o'clock, the surrounding area was already in a mess, and many people dispersed. The people at this table also fell down, lying down, lying down, and the two girls kept singing.

"Let's go," Nachen stood up, "go to my place."

"What should they do?" An He took his coat and put it on, then stood up.

"Never mind, just wake up and crawl back." Na Chen stepped over the legs beside the table and walked towards the door without looking back.

That Chen walked very simply, An He didn't care too much, and followed him outside.

After going out the door, the night wind blowing around An He's body suddenly closed the open pores, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Cold?" Na Chen turned his head, threw the scarf that he had been holding in his hand, and jumped down the steps at Yege's door, "I'll take you to play with the blood-boiling."

"What are you playing?" An He wrapped the scarf around his neck and smelled the faint scent of perfume. When he was about to follow down, he saw Na Chen stepping on the Bombardier parked beside him, "You still drive?" ?”

"Can't drive?" Na Chen sat on the car with his legs propped up and squinted his eyes, the side of his face was illuminated by street lights, showing a trace of disdain.

"You're not driving drunk, you're driving drunk." An He walked beside him.

Na Chen stared at him for a while: "Come up, there is a parking lot at the intersection, I'll park the car there."

An He looked at the big P at the intersection, and stepped into the back seat.

"Help it up." After starting the car, Nachen turned his hands behind his back and touched his leg, and then put on the goggles that he just took out from the trunk behind the car.

Just as An He was about to ask, he drove to the intersection why he was dressed like this. Before he could open his mouth, the car made a huge roar, rushed down the sidewalk like an arrow, and rushed to the empty street.

An He's body leaned back violently due to inertia, and without caring about anything else, he quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around Na Chen's waist.

The car didn't drive towards the parking lot at the intersection, but rushed out in the opposite direction. Within a few seconds, An He felt as if he was on the top of a windy mountain, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

This kid is not going to the parking lot at all!

"You're crazy!" He leaned close to Na Chen's ear and shouted.

"You're unlucky!" Na Chen turned his head and laughed, the hair on his forehead was fluttering in the wind, "If you don't want to fall, hold me tight!"

"Stop!" An He didn't know whether he had drunk too much or was taken aback. No matter how he looked at Nachen's smile, there was madness in it, which made him very nervous.

He didn't want the headline of the next day's newspaper to be "Two men died in a luxury car after drinking alcohol", and the subtitle would include an eyewitness claiming that the two had been in and out of the same bar before their lives.This is not bad, if it is changed to the tabloids, it would be that the two men died in a car accident after drinking, and the insider said that Gu was a gay, or the gay had a date with a gun and drove home after drinking. It is unpredictable how tragic the car crash is. ...

"It's late——" Na Chen suddenly raised his right hand and yelled, pointing his index finger upwards at something like the moon or a star. An He didn't dare to look up, and he might have pointed at a street lamp.

The night wind whizzed by like crazy, and the roar of the motorcycle was heard far away on the quiet street in the middle of the night, as if to announce to the world that two lunatics were whizzing by at this moment.

An He squinted his eyes and buried his face on Na Chen's back. He didn't dare to look up. At the current speed, he had to put his face in the wind, and he probably could have a hideous expression.

The scarf was stretched so tight that he could hang himself, but it couldn't stop the cold wind from pouring into his coat. He should look like a furious puffer fish that was just caught.

But it's not cold. First, it doesn't feel obvious after drinking too much, and second, it's scary.

An He's full attention is now on the speed of the car, he has no chance to jump out of the car, and can only pray that Chen didn't drink too much.

"Are you cool?" Nachen asked him growling.

"Unhappy!" An He yelled at his back, "You must be sick!"

"You saw it," Na Chen began to laugh, the laughter was very loud, this was the first time An He heard him laugh so much, he laughed so happily that the hand holding the handlebar shook, "Good eyesight! "

"Just stop if you want!" An He yelled, his hairs standing on end.

"Fly!" Nachen shouted.

The car suddenly flew into the air, and the sudden loss of gravity made An He break out in cold sweat, and his internal organs shrank into a ball. He quickly glanced forward, and the car had already driven to an unknown road. A huge steep slope made the motorcycle Soaring up and passing through the air.

Before An He could react, Na Chen let go of the handlebar, raised both hands and pointed upwards, and let out a loud and high-pitched scream.

"I—fuck—" An He finally broke out in a broken exclamation.

The vibration when landing made the car body shake, and An He was already mentally prepared to roll over and jump off the car. At this moment, Nachen put his hand back on the handlebar, and the car returned to stability and continued to rush forward.

After a few minutes, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, the sound of the wind in my ears became quieter, and the silence of the night began to slowly return to my side.

After An He's puffer jacket returned to its original state, the car stopped on the side of the road.

That Chen didn't move, sat in the car with a cigarette in his mouth, An He sat behind him for a long time before jumping out of the car, ran to the side of the road and leaned against a chair tree, it took a long time to feel his heartbeat Back to normal rhythm.

"Is it exciting?" Na Chen asked, his voice lost the excitement before and became very low.

When An He heard what he said, he jumped up and pointed at him: "From now on, you will kill yourself, don't be a fucking back."

Na Chen didn't respond, didn't turn his face away, staring at the cigarette in his finger: "I like this road the most."

An He ignored him and looked at the road.

This road is very strange, An He has never been here before, so he can only roughly judge from the direction and time that this road is a road out of the city in the east.

The two sides are already full of wasteland and empty farmland. Except for the street lamps separated by a hundred or so meters, there are no other lights. It is estimated that there are not many people on this road during the day.

After breaking away from the high-speed stimulation, the tranquility of the road was magnified out of thin air. An He couldn't adjust to the completely different feelings. The whole person seemed to be thrown into the night fog and sank all the way.

Only then did he notice Na Chen's changed tone, and raised his head to glance at Na Chen.

Na Chen was already lying on the car seat, with one leg bent and stepped on the fuel tank, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his arms hanging down, shaking slightly, his fingertips scratching back and forth on the ground.

"You keep running forward, run forward," Na Chen said, looking at the dark night sky, "when you look up, you can see the stars."

"What?" An He didn't understand his nonsensical words.

"My mother said it." Na Chen said.

"Oh, that's right," An He smiled, and responded casually, "When did you say that?"

"When she started to want to kill someone," Na Chen took a deep puff of the cigarette, slowly puffed it out, sat up, and patted the back seat, "Come up, we'll be there soon, I'll drive slowly."

When An He stood still and wanted to kill someone?

"I won't lie to you, I only go here every time." Na Chen threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out.

Going further, it is still desolate. An He doesn't know whether this feeling is because of the current time or the way this road is.

When Nachen drove the car into a large old car recycling yard on the side of the road, An He was a little lost.

There is a quite large guard room in the old garage. Hearing the sound of motorcycles, the light in the guard room was turned on. At that time, the car stopped, and the headlights were facing the door.

"Are you back?" The door opened, and a gray head with disheveled hair poked out from inside.

"Uncle Lu, I woke you up," Na Chen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it over, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

"I made a fire for you, I thought you wouldn't come back." Uncle Lu caught the cigarette he threw.

"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Na Chen waved his hand and drove into the parking lot.

There are no lights in the parking lot, and it is very dark. The place illuminated by the car lights is full of various cars that have been dismantled into empty shells, large and small, complete, half-drawn, flattened, and piled up together from time to time. waste tires.

These grotesque black shadows undulated indistinctly in the headlights, making An He feel inexplicably in another time and space.

"You live here?" An He asked behind that Chen.

At that time, Chen didn't make a sound, and drove the car straight in. The parking lot was very large. They walked among all kinds of scrap car iron sheets and tires, turned around and continued to move forward to the deepest part of the parking lot.

After a long time, Nachen stopped in a small open space, the car turned off, and the surrounding area was immediately plunged into a thick night fog.

Nachen got out of the car in the dark, walked a few steps, and a voice came from the front: "Welcome to Xiaochenchen's secret base."

An He also got out of the car, what kind of crap can't see the secret base?

A patch of light suddenly lit up ahead, warm yellow, cutting through the night, and for a moment it was so dazzling that An He couldn't open his eyes.

Nachen stood in the middle of the open space a few meters away from him and opened his arms.

An He looked at his black silhouette in the backlight, and stood there without speaking for a long time.

Behind Nachen, there were two large truck compartments that had been dismantled. They were very large and lined up side by side, with the doors facing this side.The carriages were all spray-painted black, looking like two monsters lying under the shadow of the lights.

At first, An He thought that these warm yellow lights were the kind of LED string lights, but now he saw clearly that they were connected by individual light bulbs, falling above the open space in front of the carriage, and there were many hanging on the carriage, like hair lights. Bright oranges.

"Come in," Na Chen turned and walked to the car door, took out the key and opened the door, "Take off your shoes."

An He walked over slowly, followed behind Na Chen, took off his shoes and entered the carriage.

The warm air blowing against his face made him feel relaxed.

That Chen turned on the light in the carriage, and the light was hung in the middle of the carriage. There was a hollow tin lampshade that was probably made by hand, and there was an ordinary light bulb inside.

The light spills out from the hollowed-out lampshade, casting large and small light spots in the compartment.

This is Nachen's secret base.

An He didn't know what was going on in the other car, but this car was covered with a thick gray wool carpet, which was warm and comfortable to step on.

There is a computer against the wall, and a bed made of wooden boards on the opposite side. On the wall are graffiti of various colors that An He saw in the video that day, and there are many things that cannot be summed up. Chains, painted in a mess Paintings, tapestries, photographs, guitars, and an erhu.

There is a tin bucket on the ground next to the door in the middle. The fire has been extinguished and the lid is covered, but it is still warm.

There are two skylights on the roof of the carriage, probably for smoking.

"Is it still cold?" Na Chen kicked over an inflatable cushion with a thick blanket on it, which looked very comfortable, "Sit down."

An He hesitated for a moment, took off his coat, and sat down, his whole body sank into the cushion, leaning against it softly, and the alcohol gradually wrapped him up.

From this evening until now, he has not fully recovered from his senses. He feels that he has been ups and downs in the chaos all night. The various shocks that Chen brought to him seem to have never stopped. Now his brain soaked in alcohol is quite chaotic, buzzing Humming like an exhaust fan.

Na Chen took off his coat, and raised his arm to take off the T-shirt inside.

An He's eyes swept over him and stopped on the scorpion tattoo on his waist. It was a little blurry in the video, but now he can clearly see the hooks on the scorpion clip and scorpion tail.

The scorpion tail seems to have a three-dimensional feeling, it is protruding, and An He has not researched how to get the three-dimensional effect, Na Chen turned around, bent down and took out a box of milk from the box on the ground next to him.

There is a scar on his back at the same position as the scorpion tail.

An He suddenly understood what was going on with the three-dimensional effect of Scorpion Tail.

right?

"Drink?" Nachen handed the milk in front of him.

"Thank you," An He sat up straight to take the milk, raised his chin, "Is that a knife wound?"

"Well," Na Chen looked down, hooking the corners of his mouth, "Is it sexy?"

"What?" An He didn't understand whether he was asking about the knife wound or the tattoo.

"Me." Na Chen lowered his arms, hooked his fingers around his chin, and slowly stroked his lips from bottom to top with his fingertips and tapped lightly.

"Not bad." An He smiled, and leaned back, avoiding Na Chen's hand.

For Na Chen's teasing and hints, An He was not prepared. He didn't have any extra interpretation of what Na Chen said before, "Play all night if you want to play". Will not agree to come over.

He had never thought of sleeping with someone who he had only known for so long, and had met four times in total including the occasional encounters.

This man is still a student.

"You usually stay here?" An He changed the subject. Although he didn't want to sleep with Na Chen in principle, he didn't deny that he was a little hot because of Na Chen's teasing. He had to interrupt.

"Not necessarily, if you don't rehearse, maybe two or three days a week." Na Chen took a carton of milk and sat on another inflatable cushion, with his legs stretched out casually on the edge of the bed.

"Did you do it all by yourself?" An He looked back and forth in the room again. Although it was a bit messy, he could still see that a lot of thought had been put into the arrangement.

"Well, I'll get the materials outside." Na Chen touched a pack of cigarettes from the carpet, took out one, lit it, and threw the pack on An He.

An He was a little dizzy and dizzy, took a cigarette and drank it but didn't light it.

After being silent for a while, he still felt that the atmosphere was too ambiguous, so he said another sentence out of words: "Is your home in the local area?"

"Yeah." Na Chen let out a mouthful of cigarettes and looked at him with his forehead propped up.

The gaze was very straightforward, scanning his body up and down, An He could clearly feel it.

He moved and adjusted his sitting posture: "Do your parents think you live in school?"

Na Chen suddenly lost his voice, An He glanced at him, and found that the smile on Na Chen's face had disappeared, and his eyes had also turned cold.

An He was a little embarrassed, he drank too much today, or according to his understanding of the students, Na Chen's personality, unstable emotions and behavior, plus the style of his "secret base" here, he would have You should think that this person's family is probably not normal, so he won't ask.

An He didn't speak any more, and Na Chen didn't open his mouth, just stared at him so coldly, the temperature in the room that had been kept warm due to the residual temperature of the iron bucket dropped little by little, and finally it began to make An He feel cold.

He stood up, took his coat and put it on, but Nachen was still silent.

He stood there for a few seconds, then walked towards the door: "How about I go back, there should be night taxis on the main road? The morning taxis may have already come out..."

As soon as his hand touched the door, Na Chen jumped up from the cushion, stepped over in two steps and grabbed his hand: "Go back?"

"Yes," An He pulled out his hand, "I want to go back to sleep after drinking too much."

"Are you playing with me?" Na Chen leaned against the door, folded his arms and looked at him, his eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?" An He looked at him with his hands in his pockets, he didn't know what happened to that Chen, did he say the wrong thing and wanted to fight?

"An He," Na Chen lowered his voice, his hoarse voice was completely different from the previous indifferent appearance, "Do you think I brought you here just to chat?"

"Otherwise," An He smiled. With Chen's attitude and these words, a hole in the corner of his heart that had been hiding all along was completely unprepared, and the faint pain made him squint his eyes, "Yes Do you want to go to bed?"