An He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
"Nothing else, I'm hanging up. ﹎＞>Ya>Wen Bar﹎w`w·w=.=y`" Li Fan said.
"Wait," An He frowned, "What's going on in the detention center?"
"I was detained for speeding. It's not the first time. I'll be out in five days." Li Fan said casually.
An He recalled the day when Na Chen took him racing after leaving Ye Ge, and after a long while he said, "I know."
After hanging up the phone, An He sat in front of the computer and looked at Na Chen's two sentences for a long time.
Finally he replied, "Happy birthday. I didn't log into QQ a few days ago and didn't see the message."
I wanted to say something else, but after tracing my fingers on the keyboard for a long time, I couldn't come up with any suitable words, so I gave up and closed the chat box.
According to Li Fan, Na Chen went racing on his birthday.
He didn't know where Na Chen was racing, who he was with, or why.
Exciting, cool, or a way to vent.
This guy's life is really... crazy.
An He sighed softly, put his legs on the table, leaned back in his chair, put his arms behind his head and stared at the blue desktop on the computer in a daze.
He was familiar yet unfamiliar with Na Chen's lifestyle.
When his fingertips touched the scar on his arm, he paused and traced the scar again and again.
The scar is very long, deep and uneven. The skin nearby has no sensation and cannot feel the touch of fingertips. One has to pinch it very hard to feel a dull pain.
An He stood up and closed the curtains in the living room. He breathed a sigh of relief as the room became dimmed. He sat back in front of the computer and continued to daydream.
This scar is a testimony to his once chaotic and confused life.
He usually doesn't pay much attention to this scar, but it is always there, like a nocturnal animal lurking in the darkest corner of his heart. It will pop up when he is not paying attention and remind him of those days that existed whether he remembers it or not.
The phone rang. An He stood up lazily, picked up the phone and took a look. It was Lin Ruoxue.
"What instructions?" He lay down on the sofa with his feet on the back. This posture was very comfortable.
"I don't have any special instructions. I'm just going to go incognito to observe the living conditions of you common people." Lin Ruoxue said with a smile, her voice still as crisp and clear as usual.
"I, the common people, haven't felt the care from the organization lately and I'm feeling depressed." An He smiled.
"Liu Jiang said he wanted to get together and bring his girlfriend so we can get to know each other. I couldn't get through to you on the phone," Lin Ruoxue said with a sigh, "Are you upset?"
"It's so exciting, so exciting that I feel my life is boring now." An He looked at the calendar, wondering when he could have a party before school starts.
"Really? When people get old, they start to miss the interesting life in the past?" Lin Ruoxue laughed.
An He didn't say anything. Lin Ruoxue had known him for a long time and was very familiar with the things that had been buried in his past, so she would not have any scruples when bringing them up.
"Sir," An He said after a moment of silence, "What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Handsome guy." Lin Ruoxue replied without thinking.
"When I'm so deep, can you please not flatter me so obviously?" An He said helplessly.
"He is quite handsome," Lin Ruoxue laughed for a long time, then suddenly stopped laughing and her voice became serious, "Anzi, have you encountered any problems recently?"
An He paused before answering, "No."
"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask," Lin Ruoxue didn't ask any more questions. "You know your own problem. This is what you learned. You don't need someone like me who has just started to learn it to analyze it for you. I'll just say one thing. I've said it before."
"Yeah." An He's arms hung down from the sofa, and his fingertips scratched back and forth on the floor.
"You've been putting too much pressure on yourself, you know that?" Lin Ruoxue slowed down her speech. "You're quite good at analyzing others, why don't you analyze yourself? Is that what I said?"
An He was silent, his eyes falling on the thick curtains. The curtains that completely blocked out the light were like a wall, making him feel inexplicably safe, just like the sense of security that came from "home" that he had always wanted.
His parents never gave him a sense of security.
Lin Ruoxue didn't say much. After confirming the time for the meeting with him, she hung up the phone.
Anhe closed his eyes.
Someone downstairs was testing a motorcycle, twisting the throttle back and forth. The muffler was removed from the motorcycle, and his voice was soaring into the sky that it made his forehead numb.
He put on his headphones in annoyance, turned up the music volume, walked into the bedroom and wrapped himself in the quilt. He originally wanted to pick a song and sing along, but the song that popped up was "Paradise", which was probably inserted into the machine when he played the song.
The blue sky... The clear lake...
An He was stunned for a moment, then he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and began to shout in a trembling voice: "Green grassland... This is my home... Hey yeah..."
After singing a song called "Paradise" with Uncle Tengger at the top of his lungs, An He suddenly threw back the quilt and took a deep breath, which made him almost unable to breathe.
"Hey Yeah..." After taking a deep breath, An He held his throat and shouted again.
Because he had taken off his headphones, he was shocked and laughed when he heard his own voice. He laughed for a long time while holding the headphones, then he stretched and sighed in a long voice: "Ah—"
After two days of being bored and staying at home, An He finally found something to do.
CAR WASH.
He washed this car twice last semester. Another time was when the road was being repaired next to the community. When the workers were flushing the ground with water pipes, he drove his car over and asked the workers to help flush it. The workers flushed half of his car and then called it a day. He has not washed his car since then.
"I know why you bought a white car." The girl at the car wash said as she watched him wash the car.
"Huh?" An He also looked at his car.
"White cars get dirty easily. With the amount of times you wash your car," the girl looked down at his car wash card, "you bought a black car so it must be gray now."
Just as An He was about to speak, his cell phone rang. He smiled, took out his cell phone and took a look.
wig.
Then Chen came out? An He quickly calculated the time in his mind, it was about time.
"Daqi?" He picked up the phone and suddenly felt that he seemed to be in a good mood.
"Yeah, Li Fan said you called me." Na Chen's voice came over, and it sounded like it was on the street.
"I wasn't online recently, so I didn't see your message," An He walked to a corner where no one was and lit a cigarette, "Happy birthday."
"Thank you," Nachen smiled, "I thought you didn't want to bother with me."
I just don't want to bother with you.
"I don't think I'll ignore you and not even say happy birthday." An He blew a puff of smoke at the wall.
"It's okay. I don't celebrate my birthday anyway," Na Chen's voice lowered, a little muffled, "If you ignore me, I'll just celebrate it."
"How do we get through?" An He frowned. "How do we get through?"
"It's pretty cool, you don't understand."
An He was about to say "What a pleasure" when suddenly Chen Yi's loud whistle came from the receiver. He was so startled that the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground and he couldn't help but curse: "Fuck!"
"Teacher An," Nachen's voice became cheerful, "you don't understand."
An He closed his eyes and took a breath and swallowed it slowly: "Driving fast, huh?"
"Yeah." Na Chen was still very happy.
"Do you think you're pretty good at racing?"
"Um!"
"Where are you?" An He looked back at his car, which was almost finished washing.
"Do you want to come over?" Na Chen asked quickly.
"I'm washing the car, come over here," An He gave the address, "Today the teacher will show you what racing is."
After washing the car, An He drove it to the side of the road. A taxi stopped behind his car and Na Chen jumped out.
"Get in the car." An He stretched his arm out of the car window and waved at him.
Na Chen trotted over and jumped onto the passenger seat with a mocking smile on his face: "Driving this car?"
"Motorcycle." Anhe started the car.
Na Chen had a tired look on his face, but after hearing this he snapped his fingers and looked quite interested: "I didn't realize that, but why were you so scared the last time you rode in my car?"
"Stop talking nonsense." An He turned the car onto the main road.
Na Chen didn't say anything else. He sat quietly in the passenger seat and looked at An He. The car drove on two roads and he never turned his eyes away.
"What's wrong?" An He glanced at him.
"You really are used to being stared at." Na Chen smiled.
"Well, there are more than forty people staring at me every day, and some of them fall asleep halfway through the stare." An He looked ahead. Every time he and Na Chen stayed in the car, he had an indescribable feeling, which was quite comfortable.
But the prerequisite is that Na Chen doesn't have a seizure.
"Anhe," Nachen looked at him, "Can you say it again?"
"What?" An He looked at the road ahead. "There are more than 40 people staring at me every day, and some of them fall asleep halfway through the stare."
Na Chen stared at him, and after a while he suddenly laughed. He leaned on the seat, pulling at his seat belt, and couldn't stop laughing for a long time.
An He sighed in his laughter: "Happy birthday, Xiao Chenchen."
Na Chen's laughter suddenly stopped. He looked up at the roof of the car. After a while, he turned his face to the car window and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
An He drove the car to the city center. When he entered the parking lot of the department store, Na Chen rolled down the car window and looked out: "Here?"
"Yeah." An He stared at the road. The shabby parking lot of the department store was very small and the parking spaces were narrow, which was quite challenging for him.
The car moved back and forth in the aisle for a long time but couldn't back into the parking space. An He held the steering wheel helplessly and looked at Na Chen: "Handsome guy, get out of the car and help me watch it."
Na Chen looked at him, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and a smile spread across his face: "You still race at this level?"
"Well, what's the matter." An He didn't mind his ridicule and smiled too.
"Get out of the car," Na Chen opened the door and jumped out, walked around to the driver's side and opened the door, "I'll help you pour it."
An He hesitated for a moment and got out of the car.
Na Chen got in the car and backed it into the parking space in two seconds.
Na Chen followed An He out of the parking lot. Even if it wasn't the weekend, this area was always crowded with people. He looked at the people and cars on the street and couldn't help asking again, "Where are the cars? Are you racing on the main road? Even if you don't want to die, others will."
An He stopped and turned to look at him: "Where are you?"
"There's no access road to Lujia Village." Na Chen narrowed his eyes.
"Come on," An He felt relieved for no apparent reason, turned around and walked forward, "I'm not on the main road either."
After a few minutes, Ankh stopped.
Na Chen looked up at the neon sign in front of him, and after a long while he said, "An He, are you kidding me?"
"Why, you don't dare?" An He smiled, turned around and walked inside.
"Mario Arcade?" Na Chen followed him inside, and the sounds of voices and music suddenly came to his ears.
An He went to the counter to buy coins, and was taken to the racing game area. He stopped in front of two motorcycles racing for two people and got on one of them.
Na Chen didn't move. He crossed his arms and stared at him. Finally, he gave him a thumbs up and said, "Teacher An, you are awesome."
"Come on or not," An He turned his head to look at him, "You can play as many rounds as you want. The loser will go outside to lick the lamppost."
"Okay." Na Chen got into the car next to him.
"You can choose any scene." An He held the handlebars.
Na Chen couldn't help but turn his head and stare at An He for several times. He had never seen An He in this state before. This was not the Teacher An in school, nor was he the An He who always kept a distance from him when they were together.
For the first time, he discovered that An He actually had a hint of arrogant banditry.
"I like you like this." Na Chen threw a coin and said in a low voice.
"I like the way you lick the lamppost later." Anhe twisted the accelerator.
The scenes before my eyes, the images dancing on screens big and small, the music, shouting and laughter, the noisy space in which I couldn’t tell whether it was morning or evening and I didn’t know the time.
Everything was familiar to An He, belonging to the days when he wandered aimlessly on the streets.
The countdown numbers on the screen jumped, and with a "go", An He suddenly released the clutch, and the picture on the screen rushed towards him and began to retreat rapidly.
Na Chen chose the urban area, with its narrow streets, pedestrians, and various sharp turns.
However, after two streets, An He's car surpassed Na Chen's car by almost two car bodies.
This was a game he used to play from morning to night. No matter what the track or road conditions were, he was very familiar with them. Even with the updated maps, he could play them easily.
After entering junior high school, when the school asked him to pay some fees, he never asked his mother for money, for fear that his mother would be unlucky and get beaten if she didn't get the money. He could just play a few rounds of gambling with others to cover his daily expenses.
This is also the reason why he brought Na Chen here to "racing". No matter how good Na Chen's driving skills are, facing a machine, he is 105% sure that he can make Na Chen lose from the beginning to the end.
After the first game ended, Na Chen stared at the screen for a long time without saying anything.
"Again?" An He glanced at him.
"Fuck, slow down for a minute?" Na Chen whispered, "Come again!"
"You choose the venue." An He smiled.
This time Nachen chose a highway with fewer cars and people, and the road surface was flat and straight.
When the second game ended, An He didn't say anything, just looked at Na Chen.
"An He," Na Chen frowned and looked at him, "You..."
"Are you still coming?" An He interrupted him.
"Come on," Na Chen slapped the front of the car, "I still don't believe it."
In fact, it was not too easy for An He to win. Although it could be seen that Na Chen had not played this game many times and only knew the basic operations, after a few rounds, he lost, but it was not a terrible loss.
Nachen is smart, quick to react and learns quickly.
But after all, An He had made money with this thing before. Even if Na Chen couldn't get off the car tonight, he couldn't turn the situation around.
After playing seven games in a row, An He stopped and raised his arms to stretch them: "Is that enough?"
Na Chen stared at the screen without saying anything.
"When you can beat me, go ahead and race your car." An He took out a cigarette, lit it, got out of the car and walked towards the door.
"I'll win first before I leave." Na Chen jumped out of the car and chased after him, grabbing his arm.
"It's impossible to beat me tonight," An He smiled and said as he walked, "I felt like throwing up when I played this thing before."
"Then I'll play by myself!" Na Chen let go of his hand, turned around and walked back.
"Go out and lick the lamp post and come back to play," An He said slowly, without stopping, "I will admit defeat if I lose."
"Okay." Na Chen turned around and followed him out of the video game arcade.
It was already past five o'clock, the sun had set, and the wind was blowing hard on the street. An He covered his face when he went out, but Na Chen didn't react much and stood in the wind very comfortably.
"It's your turn to choose this time, go ahead and choose." Na Chen said as he looked at him while standing in the wind.
An He didn't understand for a moment: "What to choose?"
"Which lamppost do you want to lick?" Na Chen crossed his arms and curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
An He zipped up his coat to the end, bit the zipper head in his mouth, and slowly looked at the lamp posts one by one. Finally, he picked one that looked quite white, stood beside it and pointed, "This is it."
Na Chen looked at him and said nothing. He took two steps forward and walked towards the lamppost. He leaned over and started licking it with his tongue.
The moment An He came closer, he raised his hand to block the lamppost, and Na Chen licked his palm firmly.
"Really lick it?" An He smiled and rubbed his hands on his clothes. The warm feeling left by Na Chen's soft tongue tip in his palm made his heart soften as well.
The author has something to say: ok, three chapters are finished.
Rest tomorrow and continue on Sunday.
Well, I can't update daily because I'm busy these days and even busier during the New Year. I need to save some manuscripts, otherwise I'll have to stop updating before the New Year, cough.