When Nachen got up, his head felt heavy, probably because he had too many dreams that night.
There is no fixed pattern, but every once in a while, Na Chen would have a lot of dreams, which were complicated and chaotic. It seemed that everything he dreamed about was about his memory, but every time he seemed to be watching someone else's story.
I don’t remember it when I wake up.
He lay on the bed, looking at the white fluff on the ceiling. He reached out and pressed a small button at the head of the bed. The ceiling made a low motor sound, and the fluffy blanket slowly wrinkled and slid to the corner of the wall.
The dazzling sunlight slowly poured in from the roof, filling the entire room.
Na Chen closed his eyes, lay in the warm sunshine and stretched.
It took him a week to modify the roof of the car. He cut off the roof, replaced it with thick double-layer glass, installed an electric motor, and then pulled up the fluffy blanket.
When the sun was shining, he liked to lie naked on the bed, basking in the long fur, his whole body wrapped in warmth, and he would feel tanned and softened.
There are few lights in the suburbs, so you can see a lot of stars at night. Sometimes when he can't sleep at night, he will lie down and look at the stars.
There are so many stars, Chenchen, do you see them? Mommy will take you to fly over to them, okay
After we die together, we can fly over there. Mom will take you over there...
Na Chen frowned.
His mother's voice was always soft and sweet, but sometimes it frightened him.
He didn't know what would follow this sweet voice.
He dared not move or speak.
Any action would cause my mother to explode suddenly.
But even so, not everyone can avoid it.
Why don’t you speak? Why don’t you pay attention to your mother
Do you hate your mother? Why do you hate your mother
Na Chen suddenly sat up from the bed. The fear and despair he felt when his mother picked him up and threw him into the river full of floating ice flooded over his body like water.
He raised his head and stared at the sun, facing the dazzling sunlight, until his eyes began to feel sore from the stimulation of the strong light and everything in front of his eyes disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of white rimmed with golden light. He then lowered his head and got out of bed in a dizziness.
As he slowly walked to the outer room, he took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was already noon. He pressed his stomach. He hadn't eaten much since yesterday, but probably his stomach hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't feel anything.
After hesitating for a while between beer and milk, Nachen took the can of milk.
While drinking milk, he saw that the computer was still on. He walked over and stared at the black screen for a long time, then reached out and moved the mouse.
The screen lit up, and the dialog box with Dry-Fried Lentils was still the same as yesterday. He stared at the avatar of Dry-Fried Lentils, wondering if An He had not been online in the past two days, or if he was online but did not reply to him.
There was a flickering avatar in the lower right corner, and he clicked on the new message.
The wind blows your skirt off: Lujia Village at 11 o'clock, are you coming
Na Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the table. He had put this guy into the category of "annoying just looking at him". Na Chen didn't know his name, he only knew his nickname was Ghost Cannon.
He lit a cigarette and slowly walked out the door with the cigarette in his mouth.
The wind is not too strong today and the sun is shining brightly. The broken iron sheets and spare parts around are shining white when the sun shines on them.
He walked over to the car parked in the middle of the open space and patted the seat.
The car was his 17th birthday present. He didn't know why his father suddenly gave him such a gift. Maybe when his father gave him the car, he didn't even know that he was not old enough to take a driver's license test.
When he drove around the streets without a license, his parents never asked any questions.
After finishing his cigarette while standing in front of the car, Na Chen returned to the house, sat in front of the computer, tapped the keyboard a few times, replied "OK" to Gui Pao, then exited QQ and turned off the computer.
Na Chen ate some snacks and went back to bed, sleeping and waking up in a daze.
The sunlight faded after four o'clock in the afternoon. He lay in bed half asleep and half awake, watching the sky darkening and the thick gray clouds.
When he woke up again, it was completely dark. There were no stars and no moon. He looked at the time and it was almost ten o'clock.
There are only two hours left and my 20th birthday will be over.
Na Chen smiled, got up, changed his clothes, and rode his bike out of the parking lot.
Lujia Village is in the south of the city. When the urban area was expanded a few years ago, its land was expropriated and many wide and flat roads were built. However, many of these roads were just for show and construction was stopped halfway through and left unattended.
The place where Gui Pao asked him to go was quite far away from Lujia Village, but this area was so desolate that Lujia Village was considered a landmark.
This is an unfinished dead-end road. The road is very wide, there are no street lights, and no pedestrians or cars. After a few turns, it reaches the end. At the end is a dried-up riverbed. The riverbed is quite wide and very deep in this section. The bottom is covered with weeds and large and small rocks.
When Na Chen's car drove onto this road, quite a few people had already gathered at the bend ahead, along with a dozen motorcycles. From time to time, the sound of accelerators could be heard, and the headlights of the cars were on, illuminating the surrounding roads.
Seeing Na Chen coming, someone honked the horn and turned the front of a Harley-Davidson around, with the headlights hitting him in the face.
Na Chen narrowed his eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, and drove the car over.
"I thought you weren't coming." Someone next to me said.
Na Chen said nothing, got out of the car, walked to the headlight that was still shining on him, raised his leg and kicked it, the heel of his leather boot hit the headlight hard, the lampshade made a "crack" sound, and a crack appeared.
"Fuck!" Gui Pao jumped down from the car and stood in front of Na Chen, staring at him. The scar on his face jumped twice, "You are looking for death."
"Don't point the light at me." Na Chen didn't look at him. He lowered his head and slowly adjusted his gloves one by one. "If you want to play, let's play. If you don't want to play, forget it."
Gui Pao was about to say something when someone honked the horn: "How do you play?"
"Whatever." Na Chen said.
The light that had been facing him went out. Na Chen took a look at the ghost cannon car. There was a pretty girl sitting on the back seat. She was wearing a short leather skirt and had long legs. Na Chen had seen her twice before but didn't know her name. He only knew that it took the ghost cannon more than half a year to get her.
The girl smiled at him with obvious provocation in her smile. She got out of the car, walked to Gui Pao and leaned against him, her eyes fixed on Na Chen's face.
"We agreed last time to cross the river," Gui Pao looked at him, "Do you dare?"
The horns of the cars next to us blared loudly, and someone blew a few whistles, which could be heard far away in the open field.
"Well," Na Chen responded, and took out a small bag of Want Want snow cakes from his pocket, tore it open slowly, took out a piece and took a bite, "How much do you bet? ＿ Yawen﹍8w=w`w-.`y`a=we`n·8·.="
"On Valentine's Day, we're talking about feelings, not money." Gui Pao took the remaining snow cake from his hand and put it in his mouth. "I'm leaving now. You stay with me for three days."
Na Chen looked at him and said nothing.
"I want to try it too," Gui Pao hugged the girl next to him and smiled until the scar on his face was shaped like an S. "Don't worry, I will make you dry."
"I'm going over there." Na Chen got on his bike.
"Whatever, come and get me if you can." Gui Pao waved his hand.
"I have no appetite." Na Chen started the car and raised his chin towards the girl who had been staring at him. "I'll go over and this girl will be mine."
The girl immediately raised her eyebrows and gave him a flirtatious look. Gui Pao gave her a sidelong glance and said, "Fuck you!"
"Do you want to play?" Na Chen asked.
"Play!"
The group of people nearby suddenly became excited and started stepping on the accelerator and screaming.
What Gui Pao meant by crossing the river is that two people are racing, and the one whose car jumps over the riverbed first wins.
If it were on any other road, it wouldn't be a big deal. With a good grasp of speed and balance, any ordinary motorcycle could handle it. But the road they were going on was not a straight line. There were three bends before the riverbed, and the distance from the last bend to the riverbed was very short, so the car had almost no time to accelerate.
If you are not fast enough, you will end up in the riverbed. The depth of the ditch and the rocks underneath are enough to make anyone who falls in stay in the hospital for half a year. If you fall too hard, you may not be able to get out.
Na Chen followed Gui Pao to drive the car, put on goggles, and zipped up his jacket.
There were not many people around, all waiting at the end of the road. The road was completely dark, except for the area illuminated by the car lights, and it looked empty.
Just like his current mood.
The man standing between him and Gui Pao raised his arm, holding a beer bottle in his hand. Gui Pao turned the accelerator and the car made a loud roar. Na Chen put the zipper of his jacket in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, staring at the man's arm.
The man swung his arm downwards, and the beer bottle shattered on the ground. Two cars rushed out from his left and right sides at the same time.
In a few seconds, the car that followed them was left behind.
The wind blew so hard that it cut across Na Chen's face like a knife, bringing with it a clear sense of pain.
It felt quite refreshing, like countless tiny icicles piercing the skin.
The exhilarating feeling of passing through the sharp blade of the wind wall made Na Chen's suppressed emotions that had been suppressed for several days burst out at this moment.
Happy birthday, little Chenchen!
At the first turn, Gui Pao's Harley passed him by, but Na Chen did not rush to overtake him. He followed closely behind Gui Pao.
Gui Pao is brave and dares to rush on any road. Na Chen experienced this the first time he raced with Gui Pao. This guy has average skills, but he is brave enough to risk overturning his car and press down on the front of Gui Pao to prevent him from overtaking.
Na Chen is different from Gui Pao. He drives fast not to overtake or crush anyone. His only pleasure comes from speed, pure speed.
Ghost Cannon was ahead of him at two turns, until they rushed into the third turn. This turn was very sharp, and Ghost Cannon slowed down a little. However, Na Chen suddenly stepped on the accelerator and overtook him almost at the same time as Ghost Cannon slowed down.
The Bombardier's weight of more than 300 kilograms and the front wheel axle that can tilt to the left give the car greater stability when accelerating on a curve.
The reason why Na Chen agreed to let Gui Pao Biao cross the river via this route was because his car had an advantage on curves.
After rushing out of the curve, Na Chen glanced at the dashboard and found that the speed was not enough.
He continued to accelerate and rushed towards the ditch, counting silently in his mind.
After counting to four, the front wheels of the car ran off the road, and then the entire car body flew into the air.
Na Chen could almost see the white traces of the cold wind passing by his eyes. Amid screams and horns, he loosened his right hand, raised his arm, pointed at the dark night sky, and let out a loud whistle.
There was a wasteland across the ditch. The ground was covered with gravel, dirt, and some dead grass roots. When the car landed, Na Chen braked. The rear end of the car swung over with smoke, dust, and stones, and stopped after turning half a circle.
The ghost cannon landed only one or two seconds later than him, but the distance was a car body away, and the rear wheel fell on the river bank.
When Na Chen jumped out of the car, Gui Pao and the car had already overturned.
There were screams from the other side and people ran over here.
Na Chen slid along the river bank to the bottom of the ditch. Gui Pao was lying on his back on the ground, with the car pressing on his legs and the wheels still turning with smoke.
"Is he dead?" Na Chen asked, went over, lifted the car and pushed it aside.
"No." Gui Pao answered with gritted teeth, the scar on his face a little distorted.
The person who jumped down from the other side shone a flashlight over and asked: "What's going on?"
"Brother Pao! Are you hurt?" The girl brought by Gui Pao squatted on the river bank and shouted, her hands supporting the ground, probably covered with dirt. After shouting, she lowered her head and patted for a long time.
Gui Pao didn't say anything. Na Chen bent down and took a look in the light. Blood was oozing from the corner of his forehead, and it was hard to tell whether the leg that was crushed by the car was good or bad. But Gui Pao didn't move from this posture. He was probably injured, but not seriously. He even had time to stare at him with angry eyes.
"Brother," Na Chen curled his lips at him and glanced at the girl squatting on the river bank, "I will take my sister-in-law away today."
Gui Pao's lips trembled but he couldn't say anything.
"Come down." Na Chen looked at the girl.
"I won't go down unless you come up."
"Then you walk back." Na Chen turned around, jumped out of the riverbed, and got on his car.
"Hey!" The girl was very unhappy, but just as she shouted, Na Chen had already started the car. She quickly half-crouched and rubbed to the bottom of the riverbed, then stumbled up on her high heels.
Na Chen had already won the bet, and Gui Pao was injured and unable to move. If she didn't go with Na Chen, she would really have to go back.
She climbed onto the back seat and put her arm around Na Chen's waist.
Na Chen straightened his back suddenly: "Take your hands away."
"Take it away and you'll be responsible if you drop it!" The girl said in a coquettish manner and didn't let go.
"Pull the clothes, if you don't want to, get off." Na Chen turned the accelerator, his voice was cold.
The girl hesitated for a moment, probably unable to figure out Na Chen's thoughts. After assessing the current situation, she let go, grabbed Na Chen's clothes, and said unhappily, "Let's go!"
Less than 500 meters along the ditch, there was a very shallow section. Na Chen drove through there and turned onto the main road.
Less than two minutes after he drove out, the girl pulled his clothes from behind and shouted again: "Drive slower! I'm freezing!"
Na Chen didn't slow down. He drove forward for a while and then suddenly braked suddenly and the car stopped on the road.
The girl smacked his back with her nose and screamed, her voice full of anger: "Are you sick?"
Na Chen ignored her and just looked at the flashing lights in front of him. He turned off the car and tapped the fuel tank lightly with his fingers.
What a great birthday present.
An He felt that it was a bad idea to go out for food on Valentine's Day night. Seeing so many couples hugging each other on the street made him not know where to look. Everything he looked at was irritating.
I was thinking of just going to the fast food restaurant across the street to eat something and then go back, but the waitress came over and asked, "Do you want a single or double portion?"
An He was stunned: "Two people?"
"Our Valentine's Day meal for two." said the girl.
"Your boss is really creative," An He almost said, "Valentine's Day... fast food for two?"
"Well," the girl glanced at him, "Oh, you're alone."
"Yes, you have a very good eye. You can see all this." An He was helpless.
After eating a singles meal at the fast food restaurant, An He walked around the community before going back.
It was a bit masochistic to stay outside on a day like this, especially with the old stimulation, but An He didn't want to go back and be alone. The Valentine's Day party of the singles group was cancelled, and he hadn't been on QQ for several days. The phone didn't ring once on this day, not even a single student's parent called him.
It's so lonely.
When passing by the guardhouse at the entrance of the community, looking at the smiling security guard, An He suddenly felt a little envious of him.
School was about to start a few days after Valentine's Day. An He called the homes of several troubled students and made telephone home visits, then sat in the living room in a daze.
After being in a daze for more than an hour, he turned on the computer and planned to play a few rounds of Landlord to refresh himself.
As soon as he opened QQ, a bunch of messages popped up. He glanced at them and saw 嚇↘死↙伱 in the message prompt.
He was a little surprised and moved the mouse over and clicked it.
Are you there
It's my birthday tomorrow. Are you free? I'll treat you to a meal and I'll cook.
An He was stunned when he saw the two messages. What about Chen’s birthday
He quickly looked at the date. The message was sent on the 13th. So Chen’s birthday was Valentine’s Day
After staring at these two sentences for a long time, An He suddenly came to his senses, stood up and took out his cell phone.
Even though he had decided to keep his distance from Na Chen, facing this birthday invitation that he had missed, he couldn't help but respond. He had to at least say happy birthday.
Moreover, Na Chen's invitation was obviously different from his usual tone.
No Martian language is used.
There seems to be a hint of... caution.
An He dialed Na Chen's number and listened to the dial tone, wondering if Na Chen didn't answer the call whether he should call again or go to QQ and reply to him with a happy birthday.
However, the call was connected surprisingly quickly and someone on the other end said hello.
An He didn't say anything. This was not Na Chen's voice. He looked at the number and found that he had dialed the right number.
"Teacher An?" the person on the other end asked, "I'm Li Fan, Na Chen's phone is with me."
"Oh, I thought I called the wrong number." An He smiled.
"Do you have something to do with him?"
"Nothing." An He looked at the calendar. Valentine's Day had already passed for three days. "Then Chen is not here?"
"No, call me again in a few days." Li Fan yawned.
"In a few days?" An He didn't understand.
"Well, you're not allowed to use the phone in the detention center."
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