Someone knocked on the door of the box. After Lei Bo snorted, the door was pushed open and a man leaned half of his body in: "Brother Lei, I'm driving the car..."
Perhaps because he saw that Lei Bo looked unhappy, he stopped talking halfway and quickly left and closed the door.
This man's name is Ge Jian, four years older than Na Chen. Although Na Chen felt that he had an average relationship with him, the two had known each other for a long time. It was because of Ge Jian that Na Chen got to know Lei Bo.
That summer, the summer vacation of his second year in junior high school, was the second year that his mother was sent to the Fifth Hospital.
For Na Chen, his relationship with Lei Bo is difficult to define.
The house suddenly became empty. He was always afraid to be alone with his mother, but he also strongly wanted to stay where his mother was. After his mother went to the Fifth Hospital, he began to be reluctant to go home.
Ge Jian and a group of people who were always idle took him around everywhere every day, trying every way to get him to pay for food, clothes and cigarettes.
Na Chen had a lot of pocket money at his disposal. The only contact between him and his father was to give him money every month. He didn't ask where the money was spent or how much was left. He just threw him an envelope every month.
Na Chen couldn't remember how the money was spent, but he didn't care. He also didn't care whether Ge Jian was with him just to spend money. He just needed someone to stay with him.
The first time he met Lei Bo was through Ge Jian.
"Brother Lei wants to meet you." Ge Jian said, his expression was a little unnatural, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were always looking into the distance.
Na Chen refused. Lei Bo made him feel uncomfortable and he subconsciously wanted to avoid him.
But a few months later, he was still sitting in Lei Bo's car.
He seldom fought. When Ge Jian took him out to fight, he usually just stood far away and would only go up to help when Ge Jian and the others were overwhelmed.
But that time was different. It wasn't the usual thugs you run into on the street, nor was it the student who skipped school. Ge Jian was pinned to the riverbank next to a bridge pier and beaten until he couldn't get up, his face covered in blood.
When Na Chen picked up a stone, Ge Jian shouted, Run!
Just because of this sentence, Na Chen rushed towards the people who were holding Ge Jian with a stone. The feeling of the stone hitting the bones was not very pleasant and it made his hands numb.
What happened afterwards was very confusing. He could no longer remember it clearly. All he could feel was the weeds and stones shaking in front of his eyes, and the dull pain when his face hit the rocks heavily.
Then came the fear.
He was pushed into the river, the icy-cold water poured into his ears, nose, mouth, and body. The coldness and suffocation that once made him extremely desperate came again. He couldn't breathe, and in front of him was water mixed with the mud at the bottom of the river.
"Right hand, right?" someone said.
The sound was not clear, but in the chaotic water waves he could clearly see the shoe stepping on his right arm and the sharp axe blade.
Lei Bo's car drove onto the bridge and the horn was honked and never let go.
He didn't know whether Ge Jian called Lei Bo before he was forced under the bridge, or after he escaped and ran away after being besieged. He only knew that when Ge Jian, covered in blood, dragged him ashore from the water, the horn of Lei Bo's car was still honking.
He lay on the riverbank, staring at the sky. The pain all over his body and the feeling of shortness of breath made him unable to move. His stomach shrank into a ball and churned violently.
In the end, he only spit out a mouthful of muddy water with grass crumbs.
He called Lei Bo "brother", but apart from this title, he didn't know how to define Lei Bo. > Yawen＿﹎8＿ w=ww.
Lei Bo was very good to him. He saved him, took him out to dinner, let him be who he was, and gave him New Year's money. During those years, all the troubles, big and small, that he got into were dealt with by Lei Bo.
That’s right, if there was no Lei Bo, it’s hard to say what he would be like now, where he would be, whether he would be dead or alive.
He was not stupid, and he knew a little about Lei Bo's thoughts, but the feeling of being valued and indulged made him maintain a distant relationship with Lei Bo.
"Let's go." Lei Bo stood up and said while holding his coat.
Na Chen didn't say anything. He drank the last sip of wine in his glass, stood up and followed Lei Bo out of the box.
Ge Jian was talking on the phone outside the private room. When he saw Lei Bo coming out, he hung up the phone and followed Lei Bo, lowering his voice: "Brother Lei, I called a few good kids over..."
Lei Bo glanced at him and said nothing.
"Brother Lei, why do you have to be angry with him?" Ge Jian turned around and glanced at Na Chen, "It's not the first time he has behaved like this."
"You talk a lot of nonsense." Lei Bo said.
Ge Jian shut up.
The driver has already driven the car to the entrance of the hotel.
Ge Jian opened the car door. After Lei Bo got in, he went around to the other side and prepared to open the door for Na Chen.
Na Chen pushed away his hand that was reaching for the car door and got in the car.
He didn't say anything and sat in the passenger seat.
Although Nachen hangs out with the band members all day long, they rarely go to karaoke.
Every time he comes to karaoke, he comes with Lei Bo.
Lei Bo sings well. He always sings a few lines every time he sings karaoke. He especially likes to sing duet with Na Chen.
The people he called today were all his business friends. Lei Bo never mentioned what kind of business it was in front of Na Chen, and Na Chen never asked either. Anyway, it was not the gallery's business.
After entering the box, Na Chen found a corner and sat there, listening to Lei Bo and the gang telling each other what they had been playing recently.
"Give me some bangs so I can chop wood!" Lei Bo shouted.
Everyone in the box laughed, and someone said, "Boss Lei has become more and more romantic lately."
"Nachen." Lei Bo looked at Nachen and shouted again.
Na Chen took the microphone handed to him by Ge Jian: "I will sing male voice."
"Okay, Brother Liu." Lei Bo was very happy.
When the music started, Lei Bo pinched his throat and began to sing: "I am comparing myself to Brother Hai..."
Na Chen smiled and kicked his feet on the coffee table: "Sister Hu!"
"Hey!" Lei Bo shouted.
"My wife!"
"ah!"
"Who are you comparing me to?" Na Chen's voice trembled with laughter when he sang this line.
"I think you are no worse than a cowherd!" Lei Bo pinched his throat.
"You're just a cowherd," Na Chen said into the microphone, "I won't sing anymore."
"Then I'll do it," Lei Bo stood up and yelled at the screen, switching between male and female voices, "Then I can't compare to Luo... You have more Luo than him..."
After the song was finished, a group of people applauded for a long time.
Na Chen went over and ordered an easy-to-understand song, "On the Golden Mountain in Beijing". After singing it, he felt that he had completed his task and curled up in the corner of the sofa and closed his eyes.
They will finish singing after about two hours. They all came with their friends and had their own activities after the singing. This time was enough for him to take a nap. ＿＿ ＿ Yawen Bar﹏w=ww`.
Lei Bo also has other activities, Ge Jian will arrange them for him, and he just needs to hold on until the end.
Over the years, Lei Bo had never done anything excessive to him, except that occasionally when he made Lei Bo angry, Lei Bo would pull his arm and tug at his collar, but he never touched him with a finger.
Sometimes he would feel confused. Is Lei Bo an M
Na Chen didn't know how long he slept. He tossed and turned in the quiet bed for hours but still couldn't fall asleep. However, he fell asleep in the sofa in the KTV box in just a few minutes.
It was not until someone shook his shoulder that he opened his eyes and saw Ge Jian standing in front of him. Everyone in the box stood up, apparently preparing to leave.
"Disbanded?" he asked.
"Yeah," Ge Jian nodded, "Brother Lei said he would send you back first and then come to pick him up."
"No need." Na Chen stood up, rubbed his face and put on his coat. He didn't see anyone from Leibo in the box, so he opened the door and walked out. "I'll take a taxi back."
"Ge Jian will take you there." Lei Bo stood outside the door.
"I told you not to!" Na Chen frowned, "Leave me alone."
Lei Bo stared at him for a long time with a cigarette in his mouth before waving his hand and uttering one word: "Fuck."
When Na Chen drove back to the parking lot, it was already past twelve o'clock. Uncle Lu's little coyote dog was pulling at him by the chain and barking wildly.
"Stop barking!" Na Chen pointed at it, "If you keep barking, I'll stew you tomorrow!"
The dog grunted twice and continued to wag its tail and bark.
Na Chen also barked at it twice. It was confused for a moment, and when it came to its senses, it seemed to be provoked. It barked so hard that its two front paws left the ground and it kept barking while holding the chain.
Na Chen was afraid that if the noise continued, Uncle Lu would get up, so he quickly drove into the parking lot. The dog barked in the direction where he disappeared for a long time before it finally lay down and went to sleep.
Having slept for more than two hours, Na Chen was no longer sleepy. He cleaned both carriages and combed all the fur with a brush before lying on the bed and closing his eyes.
He closed his eyes for a while and sat up again. He took a notebook and wrote down the dishes he would cook tomorrow. He thought about what to buy for a while. He hadn't cooked seriously for a long time and was a little worried about the consequences.
However, An He, who has been eating instant noodles for a long time, probably won't be able to taste anything.
"Look at how powerful I am!" Na Chen lay down on the pillow, rubbed his hands, and said to the ceiling.
An He woke up earlier than usual in the morning, probably because school would start tomorrow and his biological clock was slowly returning to its normal rhythm.
He took a shower, poured out the secret bacon porridge he had made last night from the thermos, and ate it while sitting at the table. The method that Na Chen taught him was really convenient and saves trouble, and he could eat hot porridge in the morning.
Should he go back home and teach this to his mother and buy her a thermos
After finishing his meal, he sat in front of the computer and opened the courseware for next semester. This winter vacation was as boring as usual, but he felt more tired than if he had played all winter vacation. He couldn't get excited even after staring at the courseware for a long time.
In fact, he has had many such holidays, but none of them could make him unable to adjust his state when school was about to start.
An He clicked the mouse here and there in annoyance, not knowing what he wanted to do.
After tossing and turning aimlessly for more than an hour, it was not until noon that he forced himself to calm down and start working on the courseware.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon when An He stopped, stood up and stretched, wondering if he should eat something.
Instant noodles? Biscuits
Just as he was thinking about it, the doorbell rang. He was stunned. His doorbell seldom rang once a year, especially the video doorbell downstairs, which basically never rang unless guests from other houses pressed the wrong button.
He went over and picked up the receiver, and saw Nachen's face on the lit display.
"Daqi?" He pressed the button to open the door. "Why are you here?"
"Not going up," Na Chen looked at the camera, "Come down, let's go buy groceries together, quickly."
“…Oh.” An He hesitated for a moment, went back to the house to change clothes, took Na Chen’s chain and went out.
When An He came downstairs, Na Chen was squatting by the flower bed downstairs playing with the cat.
"Is there anything to eat?" Na Chen asked when he saw him coming down.
"Are you hungry? I'll go upstairs and get you some cookies?" An He took out his key and prepared to go back.
"No," Nachen pointed at the cat, "give it food."
An He looked at the cat, paused, and after a while said, "Let's go."
"It keeps barking. Is it hungry?" Na Chen was still squatting.
"I don't know. Stop feeding me." An He turned and walked towards the parking space behind the building. "Let's go."
Na Chen stood up and followed. The cat meowed twice behind him. Na Chen stopped and rummaged in his pocket for a long time before pulling out a pack of Want Want snow cakes. "Do you think cats eat snow cakes?"
An He stopped abruptly and turned to look at him: "How many times can you feed it? If you feed it once, it might wait for you every day. Will you come to feed it every day? What if you can't come? The next time it asks you for food, what if you don't bring any food?"
Na Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Why do you think so much about feeding a cat?"
"Let's go!" An He turned around and strode forward without looking back.
Na Chen frowned and was about to break the snow cake into pieces to see if the cat would eat it, when an auntie came out from the corridor next to her with a few bowls and a plastic bag in her hand. The cat ran over when it saw her.
"Feed the cat?" Na Chen asked.
"Yeah," the aunt nodded, probably thinking he was a resident of the community, so she added, "I will clean up after feeding him."
"Does it eat snow cakes?" Na Chen squeezed the snow cake in his hand.
"I don't know. I haven't let it eat it." Auntie smiled.
"Would you like to try it?" Na Chen handed over the snow cake.
The aunt smiled and nodded. Na Chen broke off a small piece and put it in the bowl. The cat went over to smell it, stretched its paw into the bowl to pull the snow cake out, and raised its head to meow.
"No, I'll eat it myself." Na Chen put the remaining snow cake into his mouth, turned around and trotted after him to the back of the building.
An He was sitting in the driver's seat waiting. After Na Chen got in, he didn't start the car. He sat for a while before he gently patted the steering wheel and said, "When I was a kid, I picked up stray cats."
Na Chen turned his head and looked at him.
"It was also winter, and I gave it a piece of beef jerky," An He leaned back in his chair and sighed softly, "After it ate, it followed me. I always thought cats wouldn't follow people, but it kept following me. For several days in a row, it waited for me near my house, asking for food, so I took it home."
"What happened next?" Na Chen asked.
"My mother chased it away with a broom," An He bit his lip and smiled, "I didn't see it for several days. The next time I saw it, it ran away when it saw me and hid far away."
Na Chen didn't say anything.
"I hope it can't be given casually," An He said, starting the car, "Go to the supermarket?"
When the car arrived at the gate of the community, An He stopped the car and patted Na Chen's leg: "Lift your butt."
"What?" Na Chen turned his head.
"The parking card is under your butt."
"Oh," Na Chen propped himself up, reached under his butt, pulled out a fly swatter, and was stunned. "What is this?"
"Parking card extender." An He took the fly swatter, stretched it out of the car window and shook it, and the pole in front was lifted up.
Na Chen looked at his movements and burst into laughter after a few seconds. The security guard hadn't laughed much today, but when he saw Na Chen laughing like this, he also started laughing.
An He closed the car window helplessly and turned out of the community.
Na Chen laughed for several minutes before he slowly stopped, leaning back on the seat with his eyes closed, breathing heavily.
Na Chen didn't let them go to the supermarket, saying that the vegetables in the supermarket were not complete and not fresh enough, so they had to go to the farmer's market.
"I don't know the road." An He slowed down the car. He had never been there before. He only knew that there was a temporary vegetable market next to his home when he was a child. It was dirty and messy.
"I'll show you the way. Go ahead. It's right next to the fruit and vegetable wholesale market." Na Chen smiled.
An He couldn't help but look at him: "How can someone who doesn't even know a pig whip know where the farmer's market is?"
"What's so strange about this?" Na Chen started laughing again. "The speeding record of someone who uses a fly swatter to swipe a parking card has never been broken."
"You're not done yet," An He glanced at him, "That's enough!"
"Go north at the next intersection." Na Chen pointed ahead.
After driving onto the street with the farmer's market, An He already had an impression of it. He had driven along this road before. There were several markets on this street, including a flower and bird market, a fruit and vegetable wholesale market, and a farmer's market. It was very lively.
Both parking lots were full of cars. An He drove slowly towards a parking space while Na Chen helped him watch.
A car drove out in front, leaving an empty seat. Na Chen pointed and looked at him, wanting to say something but didn't.
An He drove the car to the parking space, opened the door and jumped out: "You pour it."
Na Chen smiled, walked around to the driver's seat and backed the car into the parking space.
The car next to him honked, probably indicating that the owner had returned. An He moved to the aisle and was just about to see which door of the parking lot would be closer to the farmer's market when two men came up behind him, ready to get into the car next to him.
Na Chen locked the car and walked to his side. An He casually glanced at the two men and was stunned.
The man who opened the car door and was about to get in looked at him in a daze. After a long while, he smiled at him and said, "An He? Long time no see."
An He said nothing and turned to leave.
"How have you been lately?" the man said again.
"Friend?" Na Chen asked in a low voice.
An He didn't answer and walked quickly towards the parking lot exit.
It was not until he walked out of the parking lot and saw the bustling crowd coming and going around him that he slowed down his pace and found that his whole body was stiff.
"Let's go buy some groceries." He patted Na Chen's shoulder.
"Well," Na Chen nodded, "Do you have a favorite dish? You order and I'll make it."
An He looked at him, feeling a little confused. He couldn't remember what he liked to eat for a long time. In fact, even if he wasn't confused, he didn't know what he liked to eat. Compared with instant noodles and instant rice, he preferred instant noodles.
"An He," Na Chen crossed his arms and squinted his eyes in the sunlight, "Ex-boyfriend?"
The author has something to say: This meal was really hard to eat, it took about ten chapters...
Let’s continue eating it on Sunday. I guess we can eat it during the Chinese New Year. Hahahahaha