An He was lying on the bed with all the windows in the room closed tightly, but the sound of firecrackers outside still made his chest resonate. He could smell the smell of gunpowder and sneezed several times until his nose was blocked before the smell stopped.
"Anhe, what's wrong with you?" He said softly while staring at the ceiling. He had already finished taking a bath and lay down comfortably to sleep, but now he wanted to run out
Yes, what's wrong
I didn't even ask why Chen Da made such a request during the Chinese New Year
He hasn't had this kind of impulse for many years. He can put aside everything he cares about and doesn't want to accept. This feeling of giving up likes and dislikes and wanting to get closer to someone makes him uneasy.
He raised his hands, spread his fingers, and looked at the chandelier above through his fingers.
Why
Na Chen is only a few years older than his students.
The personality is not good.
It's a bit difficult to get along with people.
Sometimes he is stupid and gets a headache when he thinks of Na Chen's Martian language.
But Na Chen was good-looking, the type he liked.
He looks great when he plays drums.
She has a charming smile.
The sound is sexy.
An He smiled. Actually, these were not the main points.
He threw back the quilt and sat up. He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then slowly walked into the bathroom and looked at his messy hair in the mirror.
The point is, those words that Na Chen said inadvertently made him empathize with Na Chen more and more deeply.
Parents who are not like parents, and a home that is not like home.
Sometimes he would want to get close to Na Chen, wanting to know what kind of family he had, what kind of parents he had, and whether there were other people like him who had experienced such restlessness and helplessness.
Are you too lonely? You want someone like you.
An He spent nearly an hour in meaningless thinking and entanglement before he grabbed a bag of New Year's goods and a red shopping bag and went out.
When he walked out of the unit and towards the parking space, the north wind blowing with firecracker scraps made him feel a little breathless.
It was already past twelve o'clock, and many of the people who had gathered downstairs to set off firecrackers had already gone home from the cold. He looked around and saw that there were not many people around, so he jumped all the way to his car with his legs raised high.
The car was covered with small red crumbs. Fortunately the alarm was turned off, otherwise the car would have had a sore throat.
When passing by the community guard room, the security guard laughed at his fly swatter: "Hahaha, Happy New Year, Teacher An. Going out at this time? Hahaha..."
He handed over the New Year's gift package: "Happy New Year."
The security guard was so moved when he received the New Year’s shopping package that he kept saying thank you, sorry, thank you, sorry.
"Let me discuss something with you," An He waved his hand. The security guard half-leaned out of the window and pointed at his fly swatter. "Can we stop having fun with this? It's been a year."
“Hahahaha I can’t help it,” the security guard laughed happily with his teeth showing, “It’s been a year and you still can’t get in without a fly swatter hahahaha…”
"… Close the window, it's windy." An He drove the car out of the community helplessly.
The residential complex where Nachen lived was relatively high-end, and the security guard also smiled, but his smile was very serious. If you wanted to go in, you had to get the owner's consent.
But perhaps because Na Chen had given a heads-up before, the security guard looked at An He's license plate for a long time with a note in his hand, and then let him through. He also politely showed him the way to Na Chen's house. An He was a little surprised that Na Chen could remember his license plate.
When driving the car in, he was particularly focused, fearing that he might accidentally hit such a high-end sentry box.
In fact, you can find it without directions, the road signs at the corners are very detailed.
You can still see quite a few people in the community at this time, wrapped in thick clothes setting off fireworks. Under the bright street lights, everyone has a smile on their face, a smile that even the north wind cannot blow away.
An He found the building where Na Chen lived, but when he got downstairs he discovered that there was no parking space. When he was about to make a phone call to ask Na Chen where the parking space was in this awesome community, the door of the unit opened and a person ran out.
An He felt that he could recognize that this was Na Chen based on his figure. For some reason, he seemed very familiar with Na Chen's movements and posture.
But when he saw Na Chen clearly, he was stunned.
"Open the door!" Na Chen had already run to the passenger side, tapped on the car window, and shouted loudly, "My parking space is in the underground garage. I'll take you there."
An He opened the door and watched Na Chen jump into the car. The temperature in the car dropped a lot because of his arrival with cold air. An He stared at him for a long time: "Why are you dressed like this?"
"I'm dressed like I just took a shower," Nachen rubbed his hands and pointed to the road ahead, "Drive over and turn left."
An He looked at Na Chen's pajamas with Crayon Shin-chan printed all over them and the army green Lei Feng hat on his head, and then looked at the two big balls of fluff on his feet, which were slippers. When Na Chen rushed out, An He thought he was with two dogs. Then he saw something around Na Chen's neck, and An He pointed at it and said, "What is this?"
"Scarf." Na Chen tugged at the thing around his neck, and after pulling it a few times, he put his arms in and put it on.
Only then did An He realize that it was a sweater.
"You're always so..." An He drove the car slowly forward, "Cute?"
"Well," Nachen nodded without any modesty, "Do you want to see any cuter ones?"
"… No need," An He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "Aren't you cold?"
"It's not cold. Only when it's cold can I feel my existence." Na Chen leaned back in the chair and tapped rhythmically on the car window with his fingers.
An He didn't say anything. His intuition told him that these words might have been said by Na Chen's mother again. It felt a bit like a dream, as if he was in the middle of nowhere.
After parking the car and running back behind Nachen, who was wearing a Lei Feng cap and sweater over Xiaoxin's pajamas, with two dogs jumping underneath, An He felt that he could not describe his feelings.
How naive.
How lively.
How childlike.
What a fool.
After entering the elevator, Na Chen leaned in the car and pointed at the shopping bag in his hand: "Is it a gift?"
"Yes, it's for you." An He opened the bag, took out a plush rabbit and handed it over.
"Thank you," Na Chen took it happily, and after looking at it for a while, he began to laugh, laughing so exaggeratedly that people were shaking, "You are much cuter than me, Anhe, give this thing away."
An He smiled and said, "It's a gift for buying things at the supermarket."
"So insincere." Na Chen pinched the rabbit's ears and still couldn't stop laughing.
An He was laughing too, but Na Chen couldn't stop laughing, so he couldn't laugh anymore. Maybe he was too sensitive? Na Chen didn't seem happy during this laugh.
Na Chen's house was on the 18th floor. When he got out of the elevator and opened the door, he finally stopped laughing. He turned around and shook the rabbit in his hand, looking at An He very seriously: "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome." An He could only answer seriously.
Na Chen opened the door: "Welcome to Xiao Chenchen's home."
An He followed him in, and the warm air hit him in the face.
This is a duplex apartment with a large living room. The furniture and furnishings are all made of mahogany. The conventional atmosphere made An He suddenly feel a little depressed, which reminded him of the "secret base" in the old car lot, which was completely different from here.
Only a white grand piano in the corner of the living room could make people feel a little relaxed in this overly serious atmosphere. An He stared at the piano for a long time.
"Where are your family members?" An He stood for a while before he remembered and turned around to ask.
"No one," Na Chen stretched out his hand to him, "It's just me."
An He took off his coat and put it in his hand without saying anything.
"Didn't I tell you that my dad died?" Na Chen took his coat into the cloakroom and hung it up. "I've been alone during the New Year."
An He wanted to ask, "What about your mother? Why didn't she go to the relatives' house?" But after thinking about it, he didn't say anything. After all, it was the New Year, so it was better not to talk about such an obviously unpleasant topic.
"What about you? Are you asleep at this time on New Year's Eve?" Na Chen came out, glanced at him, and pointed at the sofa, "Sit down."
"Well, I'll sleep if I'm tired." An He sat down. The 90-degree angle of the sofa made him feel like a new employee waiting for an interview with the HR department when he sat with his back straight.
"Let's go upstairs. The living room looks like a coffin." Na Chen went into the kitchen and got out a pot of fruit tea, then walked up the stairs. When he said the word "coffin", his facial expression didn't change, as if he had just said two very ordinary words.
An He got up and followed him upstairs. The corridors and several closed rooms upstairs were all white at a glance, with white railings, white carved doors, and white floors.
Na Chen's room is also mostly white. Unlike the room in the secret base which is full of white fluff, the white here is a bit cold.
"Do you like white very much?" An He asked casually, sitting on the small sofa in the bedroom.
"I don't know." Na Chen poured him a cup of fruit tea and handed it to him, "My mother likes it."
The styles of the upstairs and downstairs are completely discordant. Both bedrooms are white, but Na Chen's clothes when he goes out are mostly black. An He narrowed his eyes. Na Chen's weirdness and contradictions are indeed not just about his personality, but have a lot to do with his family.
"Where is your mother?" An He asked. Na Chen had already mentioned it. It would be too unnatural if he still avoided asking this question that was already in front of him.
"In the hospital," Na Chen poured a cup of fruit tea and drank it slowly, then pinched a small piece of lemon and put it in his mouth to chew, "The Fifth Hospital."
"…Ah," An He was stunned. The Fifth Hospital was the only mental hospital in the city. "Sorry."
"It's okay. I've been crazy for many, many years," Na Chen smiled, "I'm used to it."
After saying this, neither of them said anything else.
An He held the cup, his palms felt warm. The fruit tea tasted good, pineapple passion fruit tea with a few slices of lemon. It had a sweet and sour taste and was very fragrant. He never knew Na Chen could make fruit tea of this level. It was much better than himself who could only boil water to make instant noodles.
"Would you like to drink?" Na Chen suddenly stood up and walked in front of him, staring at his face with his head lowered.
"No," An He leaned back, "Why are you suddenly saying this?"
Na Chen bent down, his face close to his eyes, his dark eyes smiling: "Because you are so boring when you don't drink."
"How do you want to be energetic?" An He looked at him.
"Sleep or do it?" Na Chen knelt on the sofa with one leg, supported the backrest with his hands, and slowly pressed down.
An He smiled and raised the cup in his hand to block Na Chen's nose: "Go to sleep."
"Really?" Na Chen curled his lips, took his cup and put it on the coffee table, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do you really think..."
An He didn't move. When Na Chen's hair brushed gently across his face, he inexplicably relaxed completely: "What."
"Was it just because of the rush and alcohol that day..." Na Chen's voice was teasing, and his lips touched his earlobe.
This sentence reminded An He of the day when Na Chen knelt on the bed with his head tilted up seductively. His body felt hot, but the heat was soon mixed with the bottle of rush that he remembered at the same time. An He felt that his mind was extremely lively.
Na Chen's breath hit his neck. He closed his eyes, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Na Chen's arm and pulled it sideways.
Na Chen was pulled down on the sofa. An He didn't wait for him to move, he just straddled him, sat on him and tore off his pajamas.
"You..." Na Chen moved, as if he wanted to sit up.
An He put his hand on his neck and pressed his thumb against his throat: "Stay still."
"Teacher An," Na Chen laughed, raised his hand and hooked his lips on An He's, "So you like this."
An He didn't say anything. Na Chen's smile was very beautiful, especially at this time.
"I like you to kiss me." Na Chen said, and his hand moved down to the hem of his shirt, and his fingertips slowly moved along his waist to his back.
An He stared at him, then leaned over and kissed him.
Na Chen came up to him quickly, put his arms around his waist, and let out a low nasal hum.
Na Chen had a pleasant scent of bath gel on his body, and the tip of his tongue tasted the sweetness of fruit tea. When they were entangled together, An He was somewhat intoxicated by it.
He was in a bad mood today. The depression that his mother brought him every time he went home was infinitely magnified because today was New Year's Eve. For many years, this kind of emotion has been following him like a shadow and cannot be relieved. No matter whether it is ignored or suppressed, it will always lurk quietly somewhere in his heart. He never knows when or under what circumstances, but as long as there is an opportunity, it will spread.
But now that he was surrounded by Na Chen's aura, the emotions that had brought him to the bottom turned into flames.
It would be like a raging fire that was about to burn through his body and find an outlet to explode.
He reached out and grabbed Na Chen's pants and pulled them down hard. Na Chen raised his body slightly and his pants were pulled down by him.
The tight and elastic skin on Na Chen's legs made his breathing quicken. He let go of Na Chen's lips and pressed his hands tightly on Na Chen's forehead. Na Chen's slightly raised face and eyes that were only slightly open were full of temptation.
An He looked at him steadily.
Na Chen hooked his fingers on the buttons of his shirt, and said in a hoarse voice: "Take it off."
"Here?" Na Chen touched his thigh.
An He didn't say anything. He got off Na Chen, grabbed his arm and threw him hard onto the bed. Na Chen lay on the bed, his body bounced with the mattress, and he turned his face to the side and smiled.
Na Chen looked at him intently, his eyes full of longing and desire that he could not interpret, his black pupils sparkling, like some kind of beast looking forward to a feast.