The band's gear was quickly brought onto the stage, and all the people in the square who were originally just watching from a distance gathered around, pushing Anhe closer to the broken gong speaker.
"The next program is very special," the announcer said lively while holding the microphone. "Friends who often dance square dances will be very familiar with this song, but today we will see a brand new performance. Next, please enjoy the dance "A Flower on the Grassland"!"
An He covered his ears with one hand, thinking that he didn't hear clearly, and turned to ask Zhao Yan: "What did she say?"
"A beautiful flower on the grassland!" Zhao Yan smiled happily while hiding his face in his scarf. "My mother can also sing."
An He could also sing it. If he got off work late in the evening, he could see the old ladies dancing to this song in the open space outside the community gate. They sang the same song every day without changing it for several months. Sometimes he got so tired of hearing it that his head kept repeating like a cassette tape all night long: I am a flower on the grassland, a flower, a flower, and I am in so much pain that I want to die.
The band members went on stage and stood ready. The middle-aged ladies wearing green silk clothes were waiting on both sides of the stage. When the music started, they waved their bright red scarves and twisted their bodies to the applause.
This time the applause was louder than before. An He also applauded. The song "A Flower" which had been rearranged by the band sounded quite interesting.
When Li Fan started singing with his guitar, he felt like laughing.
After listening to a few words, his eyes fell on Na Chen.
An He didn't know why Na Chen and the others appeared in such an occasion with a bunch of aunts, but the way Na Chen played the drums was no different from when he performed in the bar. He was very serious and still had the kind of feeling of being immersed in it, which made people unconsciously focus their attention on him.
The aunties danced very hard, their red scarves and green silk clothes dancing in a ball, and each of them had the look of a dancer on her face.
Because he had listened to it so many times that it became unbearable, An He always felt that the song was too long and he could never finish singing it.
But today it ended before he could hear enough, and he actually felt a little unsatisfied.
"One more!" Zhao Yan suddenly shouted with his hands around his mouth.
The crisp sound startled An He, and then many people started shouting, "One more! One more!"
Although the call for "one more" was obviously directed at the band, the dancing aunties were also very proud because this was their band, so the leading auntie said something to Li Fan.
Li Fan hesitated for two seconds and looked back at Na Chen.
Na Chen smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, nodded, then raised his hand and threw the drumstick into the air. After spinning a few circles, it fell back into his hand, followed by a series of strong drum beats.
The other members of the band soon followed. Li Fan grabbed the microphone and tapped his feet a few times to the rhythm. When he started speaking, his whole state was different from when he was a flower.
"well you think that you can takeon, you mustcrazy... "
The onlookers in the square all shouted, and the young ones began to clap along. Zhao Yan excitedly raised his hands and clapped, screaming twice: "I like this song!"
An He smiled and looked at Na Chen on the stage.
Na Chen lowered his head, his face hidden by long hair and sunglasses, so his expression could not be seen clearly. His body swayed to the rhythm. His drumming movements were relaxed, but the drum beats were powerful, making people want to sway gently along with him.
After the song was finished, the stage was already crowded with people, and some people were shouting for another one. Li Fan bowed to the audience and said, "Happy New Year."
An He's gaze stayed on Na Chen, watching him jump off the stage with drumsticks in hand. The excitement he had when playing the drums disappeared, and when he passed by the speaker, his face returned to his usual indifferent expression.
"Let's go to the supermarket to buy things," Zhao Yan pulled An He's arm, "It's really fun."
"Yeah." An He smiled and led her out of the crowd.
After walking a few steps forward, someone behind him called his name loudly: "An He!"
An He was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw Li Fan standing next to the pickup truck and smiling at him. There was an indescribable feeling in his smile.
"Do you know them?" Zhao Yan looked at him in surprise.
"Yeah." An He responded, hesitating whether to go over or just nod, say hello and leave.
Na Chen was leaning against the car door with his arms around him. At this moment, he suddenly raised his hand. After An He saw him, he made a shooting gesture towards An He. An He could see his lip shape, bang.
This action made An He feel inexplicably tempted. Although he was worried that Zhao Yan would know something, he still smiled and walked over.
"Are you shopping with your girlfriend?" Li Fan asked with a smile.
Before An He could answer, Zhao Yan kept waving his hands: "No, no, no..."
"Neighbor." An He answered simply and glanced at Na Chen.
Na Chen was still leaning against the car door without moving, with no change on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"The song you just sang was great," Zhao Yanchong gave a thumbs up to several members of the band, "Even A Flower on the Grassland has become more beautiful!"
"Thank you," Li Fan smiled and turned to get in the car. Almost all their things had been loaded into the car. He shouted from inside the car, "Shall we go?"
Na Chen finally stopped leaning against the car door, took off his sunglasses, and slowly walked up to An He with a smile on his face.
An He saw the delicate and beautiful eyes and eye-catching lips behind the strands of hair blown by the wind. He never liked bright red lip color, but Na Chen's current look made him feel bold and sexy.
"You..." An He was thinking about what to say.
Na Chen suddenly stretched out his arm and hooked it around his neck, leaning in front of him, and whispered in his ear: "An He, you still owe me a meal, my clothes are still with you, and you haven't settled the score with me for what happened that night, so settle these things before you think about hiding from me."
An He stood there without moving, and after a while he said, "I'll contact you in the evening."
Na Chen let go of his hand, walked back to the car door, blew him a kiss, turned around and jumped into the car.
After the car drove away, An He sighed softly.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Zhao Yan looked at him curiously. "She's quite a character."
"No," An He walked quickly towards the supermarket, "Let's go buy something."
After getting on the car, Na Chen leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes and didn't move.
Several members of the band were discussing where to eat. When it came to food, everyone became excited and had a heated discussion, going back and forth endlessly between Sichuan cuisine and Hunan cuisine.
"Are you..." Li Fan leaned close to Na Chen and whispered, "Are you..."
"Hmm?" Na Chen still had his eyes closed.
"Are you jealous?" Li Fan asked tentatively.
"Eat your wife." Na Chen smiled.
"I'm serious," Li Fan moved closer to him, "You weren't like this before, but something's wrong this time."
Na Chen said nothing, but raised his leg and stepped on the backrest of the driver's seat and pushed it up and down. Yan Yi, who was driving, impatiently pulled his leg back and said, "Na Chen, you are having an epileptic seizure!"
"Hurry up and find a rolling pin for me to hold in my mouth." Na Chen kicked twice more.
"I'm too lazy to tell you, I'm just reminding you," Li Fan continued to whisper in his ear, "This guy... Aren't you annoying? You've already gotten into bed with him, that's enough, he can just turn around and find another girl to live with..."
"Baby," Na Chen turned his head and kissed Li Fan hard on the face, "Shut up."
"Fuck!" Li Fan yelled, rubbing his face fiercely, "You're fucking hopeless!"
Na Chen tilted his head back and laughed wildly at the roof of the car, unable to stop for a long time.
After discussing for a long time, the group finally decided to go eat fish head hotpot. When the car stopped at the hotpot restaurant, Na Chen jumped out of the car and said, "I'm going home."
Yan Yi sighed and didn't keep him. They were used to Chen Yi's state, so he just asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Go home and chew your toes." Na Chen turned and walked towards the street.
"If you had told me earlier, I would have sent you back first." Yan Yi shouted.
"You guys eat." Na Chen opened the car door and got into a taxi parked on the side of the road.
"Let's eat, this kid is having a seizure again." Li Fan took the lead and walked towards the hot pot restaurant.
When Nachen returned home, his grandmother had just bought vegetables and was sitting in the living room, picking vegetables while watching a show selling blood glucose meters on TV.
Seeing Na Chen opening the door and coming in, she paused and said, "I thought your mother was back."
"You mentioned it once before when I went out today," Na Chen went into the kitchen and looked around. The rice was already cooked, the meat had been cut, and there was a large bowl of pork belly on the chopping board. He took the bowl back to the living room and handed it to grandma, shouting, "Is it for one meal?"
"Yeah!" Grandma nodded.
"You can't eat so much meat," Nachen continued to shout, "divide it into two meals!"
"Don't yell at me!" Grandma was very unhappy, "You won't live for many more years! Not only do you not let me eat meat, you're yelling at me!"
Na Chen didn't say anything else. He went back to the kitchen and put the bowl of pork tripe into the refrigerator.
After he washed his face and changed into his usual clothes, his grandma had already picked the vegetables and was standing in the kitchen preparing to cook. Na Chen pushed his grandma back to the living room to sit down.
Normally he cooks, and he is willing to do it himself, but his grandmother likes to help him from the side. She can't hear people talking, doesn't pass anything that is asked for, and is quite a nuisance.
When cooking beef, Na Chen was about to cover the pot with a lid and simmer for a while, but when he stretched out his hand, he froze. He walked around the kitchen twice, and finally ran to the living room and shouted to his grandmother who was holding her mother's photo and wiping tears: "Where is the lid?"
"What?" Grandma looked at him blankly.
"Pot! Lid!" Na Chen yelled at the top of his voice, "Where did you put the pot lids in the kitchen?"
Grandma understood and answered simply, "Sell it for scrap metal."
Nachen was speechless, so grandma added: "I saw someone collecting waste at the gate of the community, so I took it out to sell."
"What are you thinking? You're selling a pot lid that you're using as scrap metal?" Na Chen was helpless. "Besides, how much can a pot lid be sold for?"
"There are other things... sold together."
"What else are you selling?" Na Chen looked quickly into the house.
"The violin in the unoccupied room on the second floor."
"What?" Na Chen was stunned. He grabbed his grandmother's shoulders, his hands trembling. "What did you say?"
Without waiting for grandma to answer, he turned and rushed upstairs.
This room was filled with things that were seldom used at home, but Na Chen would clean it up every day. Now the violin that had been placed on the table in the guest room was missing, along with its case and violin. His hands were shaking badly, and he touched the place where the violin was originally placed several times, and finally leaned it against the wall.
"What's wrong?" Grandma came in and saw his look. She came over and touched his arm with some worry.
"Grandma," Na Chen looked at her, "Did you know that was my mother's piano?"
"Ah?" Grandma didn't hear clearly, but still touched his arm worriedly.
Na Chen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, patted grandma's hand, and whispered in her ear: "It's okay, just sit down, and dinner will be ready soon."
"Oh, okay." Grandma nodded.
"Thank you for not carrying my mother's piano out to sell." Na Chen said softly, and he could hardly move as he walked to the kitchen.
After finishing her meal and cleaning up, grandma went into the house and went to bed on time.
Na Chen turned off all the lights in the house, went back to his room, put on headphones, turned up the volume of the CD player, and lay down on the bed.
The song "Merry Christmas Mr. Wrence" quietly entered his ears. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes feeling a little sore.
As the rhythm of the music gradually quickened, he closed his eyes and tears rolled out from the corners of his eyes.
An He hadn't stayed at home for such a long time in a long time. It was rare for his mother to leave the card table and chat with him.
Although the content of the chat was mainly listening to his mother complaining about who couldn't afford to lose, who would leave after winning, and how much she had lost and won in recent days, for An He, it was an unexpected surprise that his mother put down mahjong and chat with him. He cooperated and chatted for more than two hours before leaving when his mother was about to sit down at the table again.
After going back and taking a bath, he took out the couplets he bought on the street today and pasted them on the door, then turned on the computer.
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An He held the cigarette in his mouth and pressed his forehead.
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An He looked at the calendar. He couldn't figure out the date once he had a holiday. He didn't have anything to do recently, so he picked a day that looked pleasing to him.
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An He hesitated for a moment and then agreed. He took the phone and wrote down the address Na Chen gave him, which was a cool community not far from where he was.
The day seemed pleasant, but when An He got up in the morning, he saw all white outside the window; it was snowing.
An He stood in front of the window. This was not the first snow this year, but it was snowing heavily and everything was white. It must have snowed all night.
"Damn." Although the room was warm, An He still shrank his neck and pulled the curtains.
The snow stopped in the afternoon. An He wrapped himself up like a dumpling and went out. He trotted to the car, closed the door and turned on the air conditioner.
The cell phone rang. It was a text message from Na Chen.
I'm freezing to death, come quickly. Sender: Wig.
Although An He didn't understand why Na Chen came out so early to freeze, he still hurried over.
He saw Nachen standing in the snow at the entrance of the community from a distance. He honked the horn, but Nachen looked down at the snow and didn't seem to hear him. He slowly pulled the car over, opened the window and shouted, "Daqi!"
Na Chen raised his head: "Who are you calling?"
"If you don't come up, you'll freeze."
Na Chen smiled, jumped over and opened the car door, bringing with him a breath of cold air.
"Can't you come out later? You can stay in the shop next door for a while." An He looked at him. Nachen was dressed like a student today, with a thick flannel jacket over his sportswear and a pair of running shoes on his feet. He looked like a good and well-behaved student.
"Great." Na Chen reclined the chair, half-lying down and snapped his fingers.
"Let's go eat Vietnamese food," An He turned the car around, "I eat there often, it's not bad, it's quite unique."
"good."
An He glanced at him. Today, Na Chen gave him a different feeling than usual. He didn't know if it was because of the clothes, but Na Chen seemed very well behaved and looked very happy when he smiled.
The location and decoration of this Vietnamese restaurant are very low-key, and there are not many customers. An He really likes this quiet dining atmosphere.
The waiters are all Vietnamese girls wearing national costumes and can speak simple Chinese.
While An He was ordering, Na Chen kept looking at the waiter. After the waiter walked away, he whispered, "This dress is nice and tasteful."
An He smiled and said, "Are you planning to get a set to wear?"
"Yes," Na Chen nodded seriously, "She must be beautiful."
"You..." An He asked hesitantly, "Is this a hobby?"
"No." Na Chen took the lemonade on the table and took a sip.
"Why?" An He looked at him.
"Guess." Na Chen held the cup and bit it gently on the rim.
"I don't want to guess."
"Because my dad really hates me doing this." Na Chen knocked the rim of the cup with his teeth a few times and said with a smile.
An He didn't say anything.
Although Na Chen was a few years older than his student, his personality, emotions, including women's clothing and those deliberately stupid Martian words, as well as the weird tone when he mentioned his parents... If Na Chen was his student, An He felt that he would probably have a good talk with him and his parents as well.
Na Chen continued to eat quietly, without saying a word, and ate very attentively.
When they were almost done eating, An He was just trying to find a topic to talk about, when Na Chen suddenly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."
"Ah?" An He was stunned, not knowing what he meant.
"What happened that day." Na Chen took the tissue and wiped his mouth, then raised his head.
"Oh," An He had originally stopped thinking about what happened that night. Now that Na Chen mentioned it, all kinds of images immediately flashed through his mind, accompanied by panting and groaning. He responded and then couldn't speak. After a while, he spoke again, "Don't mention it anymore."
Na Chen lowered his head and continued eating. An He leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. The way Na Chen said sorry made him feel that this person probably rarely apologized to others.
I finished the meal quietly and when I walked out of the restaurant I found that it had started snowing again and there were no pedestrians on the street.
"I'll take you back." An He started the car.
"Yeah." Na Chen nodded.
An He had already prepared to sternly refuse if Na Chen asked where he was going, but now that Na Chen agreed to go home so obediently, he was a little overwhelmed.
After driving the car to the gate of the community, An He stopped the car. When he turned around to get Na Chen's clothes from the back seat, Na Chen suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
An He turned and looked at him.
"Kiss me." Na Chen leaned back in his chair and said with his head tilted.