An He was silent for a while, closed the car window, opened the car door, and said, "Let's go and have dinner. ＿ Ya﹎Wen8 ﹍﹍﹏ w=ww=."
Na Chen didn't say anything else and got off the car holding the piggy bank.
"You don't need to take this," An He looked at the piggy bank in his hand, "Put it in the car."
"I forgot." Na Chen put the piggy bank on the car seat and smiled.
This barbecue restaurant is well decorated, clean and tidy, and there is no smoke. It does good business. It is past dinner time, but the restaurant is still full.
When he entered the door, a table of people had just finished eating and were about to leave. An He was about to go over, but Na Chen grabbed him and said, "Sit by the window."
"There are no seats by the window." said the girl who was ushering us to the table.
Na Chen ignored him, looked at An He and said again: "By the window."
"Then wait." An He was a little helpless. He was very hungry. When he entered the store, the warm fragrance hit him and made him even hungrier. But Na Chen seemed to insist on sitting by the window, so he had to stop.
The waiter probably thought they were a little strange and looked at them for several seconds before going to the side to greet other people.
"Is there any difference? What's the difference between being by the window or not?" An He turned his head and looked at Na Chen.
"Let's go to another place." Na Chen didn't answer his question, but suddenly turned around and walked out the door.
"Hey!" An He was stunned and hurried to follow, "What's wrong?"
Na Chen didn't say anything, just kept walking forward with his head down. When he got back to the car, he stopped and said, "I saw my second aunt."
"Your second aunt?" An He turned around and looked into the store through the glass from the street. It was so hot that he couldn't tell who was Chen's second aunt. "Don't you want to see her?"
"She probably doesn't want to see me either," Na Chen smiled, "It's New Year's Day."
Na Chen's smile was full of disdain. An He didn't quite understand, but he didn't ask any more questions. After hesitating for a while, he opened the car door and said, "Then tell me where to go."
"Let's go to the barbecue place on the street," Na Chen pointed ahead, "Go straight over there. Isn't there a barbecue stall surrounded by a big quilt? I want to eat that."
"Okay." An He got in the car, and the barbecue stall surrounded by a big quilt...
An He often went there when he was in college. It was quite interesting to see a bunch of poor students huddled together in the cold weather, eating barbecue in the north wind that blew in through the cracks beside them. But he never went there again after graduation. Besides, there were always a lot of people at such occasions. Now there were only him and Na Chen, and they would probably be frozen to the bone halfway through the meal.
But Nachen seemed to be in high spirits, and this meal was supposed to be his birthday meal, so An He said nothing and drove straight to the Big Quilt BBQ stall.
"My dad died last year," Na Chen sat in the car in silence for a while, lowered his head and touched the nose of the piggy bank and said, "My aunt and others think it's unlucky."
"What's unlucky about this?" An He frowned.
"My dad..." Na Chen glanced at An He and said in a low voice, "It was a car accident. It happened in broad daylight. He crashed into a truck parked on the side of the road. Everyone said he was crazy."
An He didn't say anything. Na Chen tapped his fingers on the car window gently and said with a smile: "My aunt said that if you stay with a mental patient for a long time, you will be affected... Maybe I am the same, and I can even inherit it. Yawen, right? w`ww=.-y=a·wen`8`"
An He still didn't say anything. Na Chen turned around and bared his teeth at him: "Are you scared?"
"What are you afraid of?" An He turned around and bared his teeth at him. "I specialize in treating all kinds of mental illnesses."
Na Chen was stunned for a moment and then started laughing. He held the piggy bank and laughed for a long time before he let out a long sigh.
This was the first time that An He heard Na Chen sigh. This sigh contained so many emotions that he couldn't analyze that it made him silent again.
The barbecue stall is very lively, with the characteristic of drinking and chatting loudly and bragging. Once you lift the cotton curtain and go in, you will be buried in the noise wrapped in the heat.
They found a small table in the corner and sat down. When picking vegetables, Na Chen was in high spirits and took a lot of meat. An He found that he didn't recognize the various kinds of meat skewered together, so he had to ask An He what it was every time he took a skewer.
"Haven't you ever eaten barbecue?" An He couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah," Nachen nodded, took another bunch and threw it into the small basket An He was holding, "I haven't eaten it much, what is this?"
An He looked at the bunch of things in Na Chen's hand without saying anything. Na Chen studied it again: "What is the tail of this thing? Intestines? It's like a spring."
"Try it, it's quite crispy." An He held back his laughter.
"What is it?" Na Chen shook the thing in his hand.
"Put it here if you want to eat it, why are you asking me?" An He handed him the small basket.
"What is it?" Na Chen asked persistently.
"Pig whip." The uncle who was waiting for them to pick vegetables said with a smile.
Na Chen stared at the pig whip wrapped around the bamboo stick in his hand and paused. He threw it back on the table as if it was stabbed, and sighed: "Is this what a pig whip looks like?"
"What do you think?" An He smiled and gave the selected items to the boss, then returned to his seat.
"So thin?" Na Chen sat down next to him and asked in a low voice.
An He just kept laughing without saying anything.
"You've eaten it before," Na Chen said with a sigh, "otherwise how would you know it's quite crispy."
An He still smiled and said nothing.
Na Chen didn't say anything. He stared at him for a long time with his eyes narrowed. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up. He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do you want to try it..."
"Is yours?" An He interrupted him. "Is it crisp?"
"Damn!" Na Chen pulled his chair to the side and hid, "You're still a teacher!"
"You don't even look like a student, and you expect me to think of myself as a teacher?" An He smiled, "What would you like to drink? Beer or white wine?"
"You are driving." Na Chen reminded him seriously.
"Just leave the car here. It's very close to my house. You can take a taxi back." An He said.
Na Chen snapped his fingers at the boss: "Red Star Erguotou!"
An He didn't say much while eating, and Na Chen didn't say much either, they just drank and ate meat.
It was not until Nachen started drinking that Anhe saw the Nachen in his previous impression, a Nachen who was completely different from the Nachen today who always had a childish happy smile.
Na Chen has a good alcohol tolerance. When drinking, he doesn't need anyone's cooperation. He doesn't clink glasses with others, nor does he make excuses to get others to drink. He just holds the cup and drinks it down. > Yawen＿﹎8＿ w=ww.
An He could drink quite well, but he had to drink slowly. If Na Chen poured him alcohol like that, he would have fallen down after just three or two ounces of wine. However, after finishing the bottle of Erguotou in front of Na Chen, he still didn't look drunk.
"Why don't you drink?" Na Chen looked at An He's cup, which was still half full.
"I'm drinking." An He picked up the cup and took a sip.
"Are you afraid that something bad will happen if you drink too much?" Na Chen curled the corners of his mouth, took a skewer of tendon and bit it slowly.
"Wouldn't it be bad if I didn't drink?" An He felt a little regretful when he said this. Although he didn't drink too much, he probably reached the stage where he spoke without thinking.
To his surprise, Na Chen did not respond to this sentence. He just smiled, took his cup and took a sip.
When the two came out of the Big Quilt BBQ stall, they had drunk a lot. An He gave the car keys to the boss, asked the boss to help drive the car to the parking space next to him, and then took Na Chen to the roadside to hail a taxi.
Na Chen stood behind him, one arm around his waist, one arm holding the piggy bank, half leaning against him and singing in a low voice: "The ice wheel on the island is turning..."
"Stand up straight." An He pushed him.
Na Chen held him tightly and did not move, still singing in his ear: "See the Jade Rabbit... The Jade Rabbit has risen in the east again..."
"Then my lady," An He pulled his arm and tried to pull him away, "you look like you are so drunk that you are about to throw up. The driver will have to step on the gas if he sees us."
"Are you going back?" Na Chen finally let go.
"Yeah, it's only ten minutes away for me to walk back."
Na Chen thought for a moment and said, "Is it the same neighborhood where I picked you up last time?"
"Yes." An He raised his hand and a taxi came over.
"Ah!" Na Chen shouted, leaned on the lamp post next to him, and bent down, "Wait for me..."
"Going to vomit?" An He was a little surprised. Na Chen had been very sober from the moment he came out until just now, and even his steps were not unsteady. Why was he suddenly going to vomit now
"Yeah." Na Chen frowned with a painful look on his face.
The taxi hadn't stopped yet by the roadside when the driver glanced at them, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
"How rude," Na Chen stood up with a smile on his face, raised his middle finger to the back of the taxi, then put his hand to his mouth and blew a loud whistle, "Run away now!"
"Naichen," An He looked at his sparkling eyes and was a little annoyed, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm not going home tonight," Na Chen leaned against the lamp post and looked at him. The half of his face facing the light was outlined beautifully by the pale yellow light. "I'll go to your place."
"I'm going to start school in two days, so I have to go to bed early. I can't entertain you."
"I want to go." Na Chen said simply, his tone a little stiff.
An He stared at him for a few seconds. Na Chen was sometimes very well behaved, but sometimes it seemed impossible to communicate normally. He didn't say anything, turned around and continued to wave his hand to hail a taxi.
Na Chen came over and grabbed his arm and pushed it down: "I said I won't go back!"
"Then don't go back." An He pulled out his arm and walked forward along the road. The domineering tone in Na Chen's voice made him very irritated. If it were any other time, he might not care too much, but now he was drunk and in a very carefree mood, and he had no time to suppress himself.
"Why do you have to?" Na Chen said loudly behind him, "If being with me is so annoying, then don't ask me to come over!"
An He ignored him and continued walking forward.
"You have completed the task!" Na Chen lowered his head, "You feel bad, so you come here to give me a gift, take me out for dinner, and then run away!"
"Are you sorry?" An He stopped and turned around. "Why should I feel sorry? I owe you what you deserve."
"Then don't ask me to come over! Why are you saying happy birthday!" Na Chen shook the piggy bank in his hand, and the coins thrown in before jingled inside. "Can this money be poured out? What's so happy about that? It's all offset. Can I take it out?"
An He didn't say anything, just looked at Na Chen who was shaking his piggy bank with his head down.
"Are you kidding me?" Na Chen's voice became even lower, revealing his depression. "How long have you been saving up happiness? How much happiness have you saved? After being happy, you get angry. How can this still be considered happiness..."
An He raised his head and looked at the dark night sky. There were no pedestrians on the road. There was only an occasional car passing by on the empty street. Looking at Na Chen's furrowed brows, he sighed softly, walked back to Na Chen, and reached out to take the piggy bank.
"What do you like others to call you?" An He asked while looking at the piggy bank in his hand.
Na Chen looked at him blankly: "What?"
"What about Chen? Little Chenchen?" An He continued to ask.
"I don't know." Na Chen replied.
"Xiao Chenchen, who calls you that?" An He put the piggy bank back in his hand and continued to ask.
Na Chen was silent for a while: "My mother."
"Do you like her calling you that?"
"... I don't know." Na Chen didn't quite understand An He's question, but he still answered, "I just think of her."
"When did your mother fall ill?" An He patted his arm and turned to walk forward.
Na Chen hesitated for a moment and followed him: "In elementary school, fourth grade, I think, I can't remember clearly."
"Does your mother still remember you after she fell ill? I mean, does she know that you have grown up, not to the age of eight or ten, but to the age of twenty?" An He spoke in a soft voice and slowly.
Na Chen glanced at him. He didn’t know why An He asked this. He himself had never thought about it, but the detail that was suddenly asked made him feel uncomfortable.
"I don't remember it when it was happening, but I probably know it when I'm occasionally lucid." Na Chen answered with some difficulty.
An He didn't say anything.
The name Nachen's mother called him when he was in elementary school is something that Nachen still holds on to tightly.
An He was not sure what kind of feelings he had towards his mother, attachment, longing, or fear, or perhaps confusion. These things, together with this name, trapped him in those days.
Welcome to Xiao Chenchen's secret base.
Welcome to Xiao Chenchen's home.
"Nachen," An He stopped and took the piggy bank from Nachen's hand, "Happy birthday."
Na Chen was stunned: "Thank you."
An He put the piggy bank back into his hand: "Happy birthday, Da Qi."
"Thank you." Na Chen smiled.
"You don't want to go back, right?" An He looked at him.
"Um."
"Want to come to my place?"
"Um."
"Follow me, there are some things you need to say nicely," An He turned around and stood face to face with him, "An He, I don't want to go home, can I stay at your place for a while?"
Na Chen frowned and hesitated for a moment: "An He, I don't want to go home, can I... stay at your place for a while?"
"It's over," An He smiled, "Let's go."
They walked all the way back to An He's place without speaking. An He was so cold that his whole body was stiff and his upper and lower teeth seemed to be glued together and couldn't be separated. It was hard to tell whether Na Chen was cold or not. An He just felt that he was a little distracted.
It wasn't until he walked out of the elevator and took out the key to open the door that An He felt a little warmer. He pushed the door open, and the lights in all the rooms in the house turned on, which made him feel at ease: "It's not cleaned up, it's a bit messy."
"Are you afraid of the dark?" Na Chen walked into the house and stood in the living room looking around.
"Don't be afraid, take a seat." An He went into the kitchen, walked around and came out again. He wanted to find something to drink to entertain Na Chen, but found that there was nothing except boiled water. He had no choice but to take a cup and ask Na Chen, "Do you want some water?"
"Is there any milk?" Na Chen asked casually.
"No." An He held up the cup.
"beer?"
"No."
"coffee?"
"No."
"So what?" Na Chen sat down on the sofa and leaned back.
"Water," An He pointed to the kettle, "and it's cold water."
Na Chen looked at him and laughed: "How do you spend your days?"
"How about..." An He suddenly remembered that he still had extra ingredients for making fruit tea from last time. "How about making a pot of fruit tea? I have the ingredients here."
An He placed all the ingredients for the fruit tea on the table and looked at Na Chen: "Are you ready?"
"Qi," Na Chen looked at the table for a long time, and finally raised his head slowly, a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, "An He, did you miss me?"
"Do you want to cook it?" An He pointed at the ingredients.
"Cook," Na Chen nodded with a smile and walked to the kitchen, "Bring it here."
An He stood next to Na Chen. This was the first time since he bought the house that someone in the kitchen was so skilled in using his knives and sets of glass bowls, which had not been used more than ten times.
Under the Anhe knife, the mangoes of different sizes turned into beautiful and neat little pieces when they came out of Nachen's hands, looking very cute.
"Put it in the pot." Na Chen instructed him.
An He washed his hands, picked up all the mango cubes and put them into the pot: "Is this enough? I put two last time."
Na Chen looked at his hands: "Teacher An, your hands are so beautiful."
"Thank you," An He also looked at his hands, "That's what everyone says."
Na Chen smiled: "Can you play the piano?"
"What's the point of being able to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?" An He put all the mango cubes into the pot and licked his fingers.
Na Chen didn't say anything, but stared at him with an indescribable light in his eyes.
"What?" An He looked at him in confusion.
"Don't seduce me," Na Chen grabbed his hand and pulled it in front of him, lowered his head and sucked his finger, circled his fingertips with his tongue, and gently bit it, "I will be horny."
The soft tip of the tongue sliding across the fingertips made An He's calm breathing suddenly tighten, and his heart felt warm as if it was wrapped in something fluffy.
The author has something to say: Alas... See you... on Thursday...