"I'll lick it if I say so," Na Chen took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth, then handed it to An He, seemingly still in the mood of the competition, "Are you coming again?"
"I haven't licked enough," An He took the cigarette and smiled, "If you lose again, I will make you stand outside the traffic police booth and take off your pants. I won't tolerate it. >> Yawen Bar ＿ ﹍ w·w`w`.-yaw·e·n=8=.=c=o=m"
Na Chen curled his lips and suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do you want to see me take off my pants?"
An He smiled without saying anything, took out a lighter, turned sideways and lit a cigarette with his back to the wind, watching the people coming and going around him. Na Chen probably didn't get enough rest in the past few days, and his voice was a little hoarse wrapped in the cold wind, but it sounded very tempting.
"Go in." Na Chen pointed to the door of the video game arcade, and his face suddenly showed some impatience.
An He turned sideways to light a cigarette, then turned slightly to look at the people on the street. They were very clever and avoided him calmly, which made him suddenly depressed.
"I don't want to play anymore," Angela pulled his collar, "I feel like vomiting after playing..."
"Whatever." Na Chen interrupted him, turned around and strode into the video game arcade.
An He looked at his back and sighed softly. He took two puffs of his cigarette, put it out, crossed the road, and walked towards the department store.
The arcade was still bustling with people, and the music was still as loud as ever, making people tremble in their hearts.
Na Chen kept walking inside until he reached the racing game area where he had played before and then stopped.
There were three motorcycles, two singles and one double, all of which were already occupied. He stood aside waiting.
He hasn't looked back since he came in. He can tell that An He didn't follow him without looking back.
The two-seater machine was being played by a young couple. The girl was laughing the whole time and driving the car back and forth against the wall. There was an older man sitting in the single-seater machine, and his face was filled with the cry of "Look how cool I am driving!"
The player in front of Na Chen was a kid, who looked like a junior high school student. He finished the game in a short while, but he just sat there, neither putting in coins nor getting down, staring at the screen in a daze.
Na Chen waited patiently for a few minutes, and after making sure that the boy had no more coins, he said, "I don't want to play anymore."
"Who said I don't want to play anymore?" The child turned and looked at him with a distorted expression that seemed to be too cruel.
"Then put the coin in." Na Chen crossed his arms.
"What the hell is it to you whether I put in coins or not?" The kid let go of the handlebars, put his hands in his pockets and glared at him provocatively.
Na Chen didn't say anything. He lowered his head and slowly touched the black ring on the middle finger of his left hand. He gently twisted the ring surface, and a small knife popped out from the middle, flashing a silver light.
The child was stunned when he saw this, and before he could come to his senses, Na Chen suddenly waved his hand towards his face, and the blade passed by his face. The child shook and his expression changed a little.
"Come down if you run out of coins," Na Chen smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked, his voice was not loud but very cold, "or I will cut off your little ** later."
“Fuck,” the kid, who probably came alone, got out of the car unhappily and stared at him, “Just you wait!”
"Well," Na Chen nodded and stepped onto the bike, stuffing the coins in one by one, "Wait for you to bring other little ones for me to cut, go ahead."
Na Chen stared at the screen. Although the car body could move when driving, the operation and feeling were completely different from driving a real car. He had a hard time driving.
Na Chen looked at the images flashing rapidly on the screen. An He looked very relaxed when playing. He didn't look like the kind of person who could even find a narrow parking space and struggle in the aisle.
He clearly remembered An He's results in every round, and his goal was to surpass An He's slowest time.
He picked the road section in which he had the best results and ran it over and over again.
Although he knew that An He might not care about his running results, and even if he surpassed An He, there might not be another chance for him to win back, but he still ran again and again.
He didn't know how long he ran. Anyway, he had used up all the coins that An He had bought for him, and he couldn't exceed An He's slowest speed.
"Damn." Na Chen slapped the hood of the car, got out of the car somewhat depressed, and walked towards the cashier, intending to buy some more coins.
Anyway, I have nothing to do today and I'm not in the mood to eat, so it doesn't matter if I run until tomorrow.
In fact, he doesn't have anything to do every day.
I'm bored, every day.
After walking a few steps, Na Chen stopped. A machine next to him was spitting out receipts that could be exchanged for game coins and gifts.
When he passed by, the receipt had already been spit out in a long string. Na Chen looked around and there was no one.
Maybe someone just left after playing without taking a receipt
There were many small things, dolls, and toys in the gift area next to the cash register. Na Chen saw them when he came in. He really liked the half-human-tall plush white bear on the table.
So he squatted next to the machine and waited for the receipts to be spit out.
He had no desire for money and had no interest in exchanging it for game coins. He just wanted the teddy bear, which felt like a gift.
He likes receiving gifts, even though he doesn't get many.
The last gift An He received was the rabbit given as a gift from the supermarket during the Chinese New Year.
The machine spit out the receipts slowly, and the receipts formed a line and slowly circled on the ground. Na Chen squatted in front of the receipts patiently and waited motionlessly.
I don't know how many tickets it takes to get that bear.
Someone came over, the footsteps stopped behind him, and a shadow was cast on the ground from behind.
Na Chen ignored him. He wanted to make himself look like the owner of these tickets.
The person behind him didn't walk away. Instead, he walked over to him and squatted down.
"Did you play it?" the person next to him asked.
Na Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his head and saw An He's smiling face.
"No," Na Chen was surprised. He didn't expect An He to show up again. "Didn't you leave?"
"If it's not your game, why are you waiting here?" An He reached out and grabbed a handful of receipts, there was already a handful, and the machine was still spitting out.
"No one is waiting," Na Chen whispered, "No one wants it, I plan to exchange it for something else."
"What to exchange?" An He looked towards the gift area.
"The big bear. The biggest one."
When An He saw the big white-haired bear that Na Chen mentioned, he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. What kind of heart does Na Chen have under his arrogant and neurotic appearance
"Then wait.＿ Yawen﹍8w=w`w-.`y`a=we`n·8·.=" An He said nothing more. He squatted quietly, staring at the receipt with Na Chen.
"Someone will come to ask about it later," Na Chen whispered to him, "Remember to say that this is yours."
"Why do you say it's me?" An He smiled.
"Because I don't even know what this machine is for," Na Chen moved closer to him, "You definitely know, and you should be able to win so many tickets."
An He lowered his head and smiled at the receipt on the ground for a long time before he stopped and said, "Okay."
The machine finally stopped and all the receipts were spit out.
"That's a lot!" Na Chen's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the receipts on the ground contentedly, "I wonder if it's enough."
An He was just about to say that if it was not enough, he could just give him some extra money to buy it, but before he could open his mouth, two staff members in arcade uniforms came over.
"Come on, come on, remember it's you who are playing." Na Chen explained in a series.
"I know, I know, I know." An He became nervous because of this and said a series of things.
The two stood up and prepared to answer questions from the staff.
But to An He's surprise, two staff members came over, didn't ask a single question, and started bending down to pick up the receipts on the ground.
Na Chen was stunned: "What are you doing?"
"We are here for fun." The staff member replied, picked up the tickets on the ground and turned away without even looking at them.
Na Chen looked at the two staff members who were leaving with the receipts in a casual manner, and it took him a long time to speak: "Hey..."
"Big Bear is in trouble?" An He was stunned for a long time.
"Staff can still play games during working hours!" Na Chen shouted in dissatisfaction, "What kind of management is this crappy arcade?"
"Go find their manager!" An He gritted his teeth.
"Okay, look for the manager!" Na Chen nodded, turned around and walked towards the stairs to the second floor of the video game arcade.
An He followed him and said, "You said you can talk to the manager and he can give us the receipt?"
Na Chen stopped and turned around slowly after a while: "No way."
An He looked at Na Chen who had a serious face and began to want to laugh. After trying for a while, he couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud: "Hey."
"What a joke." Na Chen raised his eyebrows and glared at him, then started laughing too.
The two stood there laughing for a long time before they stopped. An He raised his hand to rub his face and handed a shopping bag in his hand to Na Chen: "This is for you, a birthday present."
Na Chen took the bag and looked at him intently. After a long while, he asked, "Is this for me?"
"Well, it's just your birthday," An He smiled, "Come on, I'll treat you to some fast food."
Na Chen followed him out, opened the bag and looked inside. There was a beautifully wrapped square box: "What is it?"
"Just open it and take a look and you'll know." An He said.
"I can't bear to part with it," Na Chen smiled, holding the bag, "I'll sit down later and slowly unpack it. It doesn't feel good to unpack it while walking."
"How old are you?" An He asked. He walked out of the door. It was almost dark outside and the street lights were on.
"Twenty," Na Chen stood beside him, the neon lights flashing all kinds of lights on his face, "Teacher An, how old are you?"
"Twenty-eight," An He thought for a moment, "Let's go eat barbecue. There's a barbecue restaurant in front. My friends and I often go there."
"Well, whatever." Na Chen lowered his head and looked into the bag in his hand.
"Then go get the car first. Parking over there is free." An He walked forward and prepared to cross the street.
Several people suddenly rushed out of the milk tea shop next to the arcade. One of them pointed at Na Chen and shouted, "It's him!"
An He turned around and saw that two of them were holding sticks in their hands and quickly stood in front of Na Chen who was about to come over.
Na Chen recognized that the person who was shouting was the kid who had stopped driving when he ran out of coins, and frowned: "Are you sick?"
"I told you to wait! I'll beat you to death!" The kid had someone backing him up, so his voice was full of confidence.
Several people approached, and Na Chen took a step back. He usually carried a knife with him, but today he had just been released from the detention center and the knife was taken away by the police. Just as he was thinking of taking a step back and kicking the man closest to him in the face, An He, who was standing behind several people, suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Luo Kai."
The man standing in the front paused, looked back, quickly put the stick in his hand behind his back, and said in surprise: "Mr. An?"
When he called out "Mr. An", several people around him turned around.
"What are you doing?" An He looked at them with no expression on his face.
"Ah, I didn't do anything..." Luo Kai laughed dryly twice and bumped the shoulder of the person next to him. The person also lowered his head and bumped him.
An He slowly walked up to a few people and stood in front of them. There were seven people in total, four of whom were students from their school. Luo Kai was in his class and he didn't talk much. An He didn't realize that he was the kind of person who would squat on people with a stick.
"All the oil you ate during the New Year must have gone to your brain," An He said in a low voice but a serious tone, "You want to beat someone up on the street?"
"No." Luo Kai lowered his head.
"What's it got to do with you?" The two people who didn't know An He said unhappily, and they couldn't figure out who An He was.
"It's none of your business," An He looked at him, "so you can go away."
The man glared and tried to rush over, but Luo Kai stopped him and pushed him aside, whispering, "You two, go away. We are the squad leader, you can't afford to offend him..."
The man was pushed a few times and dragged the other one away cursing.
"Boss An..." Luo Kai lowered his head and returned to An He, "We really didn't intend to do anything, we just wanted to scare him..."
"What if he's not scared?" An He looked at him. "If he's not scared, would you fight or run? Hmm?"
Luo Kai turned his head away without saying anything. An He poked his chin with his finger and lifted his face up: "With this level of ability, you still want to learn from others?"
"Mr. An, please give me some face. It's New Year's Day..." Luo Kai muttered softly.
"Have you given me any face?" An He raised his voice a little, "How many times have I told you to shut up? Did you listen? If you want me to give you face, you have to give me face first!"
"Mr. An, we were wrong," a student from Class 4 came over, "We were impulsive."
"You guys are always impulsive," An He glanced at him. This kid has a good relationship with ** and is also a worry. "Do you want me to count how many times you have been impulsive?"
Several people were silent, but they probably felt embarrassed to just keep their heads down, so they looked around, avoiding An He's gaze.
"Okay, let's go. I don't want to affect my mood during the New Year." An He didn't want to say more. Na Chen had been looking at him with interest. He waved his hand and said, "I have always asked your parents to understand you and respect you. You should also think about them when you have time. You were not born to be sent to the streets to mess around like idiots. Do you live such a contemptible life?"
After a few people ran away, Na Chen walked up to him: "Teacher An."
"How could you get into trouble with such a little kid?" An He turned and walked across the street. "Did you steal someone's lollipop?"
"That kid was occupying the machine and refused to play or leave. I chased him down," Na Chen smiled and followed him. "Are you a student?"
"Yeah." An He responded.
"You're quite good at scolding people," Na Chen held the bag and looked inside again, "Teach me a lesson one day."
An He turned his head and looked at him without saying anything.
After Nachen got in the car, he started to open the gifts. When Anhe drove out of the parking lot, Nachen had unwrapped the gifts. He did it very neatly without the wrapping paper being torn.
The box contained a piggy bank. Na Chen looked at it for a long time and smiled happily: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." An He also smiled.
"Did you just buy me a present?"
"Um."
"Why give me a piggy bank?" Na Chen looked at the piggy bank from time to time. "This pig is very cute."
"It's not for you to save money," An He drove slowly, "it's for saving for happy things."
"Huh?" Na Chen turned and looked at him, not quite understanding.
"Are you happy today?"
"Yes," Na Chen snapped his fingers, "Today you played with me, gave me gifts, and treated me to a meal. I'm very happy."
An He reached into his pocket for a while, took out a one-dollar coin, and put it into the piggy bank: "Whenever you are happy, put a dollar in it."
Na Chen thought about it, found another two-yuan coin on his body and put it in: "And then?"
"Open it on your birthday next year and you'll find a lot of coins inside. Use them to have a meal and exchange them for happiness," An He said with a smile.
Na Chen didn't say anything, staring at the piggy bank intently. It wasn't until An He parked the car in front of the barbecue restaurant that he asked in a low voice, "Is that few dollars enough for a meal?"
An He turned off the engine and did not get out of the car. He tapped his fingers on the piggy bank and said, "It depends on whether you can remember these happy things. Even the unluckiest person can save enough to have a meal in a whole year. Believe me, try it."
"Well," Nachen touched the pig's nose, "Anhe."
"Um?"
"Have you ever saved money?" Na Chen leaned back in his chair holding the piggy bank and looked at him, "Save money for happiness."
“I have saved up.”
"how?"
An He opened the skylight and lit a cigarette: "More than I thought."
"You also have a lot of unhappiness, right?" Na Chen looked at the smoke drifting toward the skylight, put his hand on An He's shoulder, and gently traced his neck with his fingertips. "Really happy people don't need to use such methods to accumulate happiness."
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