"You're so quick. It's been a week. Why don't you let me soak my hands again next month?" An He smiled. "My hands are almost healed now. > Yawen Bar w·ww·.·"
"Ah?" Na Chen also smiled, "I was afraid you would get angry when you came to your senses."
"Not really. If I want to lose my temper, I will do it right here and now." An He turned around and continued walking towards the parking lot. He was no longer surprised by Na Chen's frequent out-of-control emotions, but today he suddenly couldn't help but think about it. If someone had helped him in those days before Na Chen, what would he be like now
"I'll treat you to a meal." Na Chen drove slowly behind him.
"Don't be so polite." An He turned around and said.
"You treat me." Na Chen answered straightforwardly.
"You mean you want to have a meal together?"
"Um."
An He entered the parking lot, and Na Chen followed him in and parked his car next to his.
"You..." An He hesitated. Today was not the weekend. He was not willing to go out at night on weekdays. He needed enough sleep and quiet time to ensure the next day's work condition. However, Na Chen's usual clumsy and somewhat stiff attitude made him open the car door. "Let's go. What do you want to eat?"
Na Chen jumped into the passenger seat and said without thinking, "Isn't there a steamed food restaurant next to the video game arcade we went to last time?"
"Eat steamed food?" An He was stunned. In his opinion, steamed food was no different from fast food. But he quickly reacted, "You didn't come to invite me to dinner today, did you? Do you want to go to the arcade?"
Na Chen turned his head to look at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Dare to drive fast?"
"Hey," An He smiled and started the car, "Did you practice secretly?"
"Try it," Nachen pointed ahead, "look at the road."
There is a road outside the parking lot with heavy traffic. Usually, An He rushes out to avoid the time when there are the most cars.
We left home late today and the entrance was already packed with cars, basically one car after another, with no way to squeeze through even a little gap. The parking lot was also crowded with all kinds of electric vehicles going in the opposite direction. Everyone was standing there in a daze. After ten minutes, An He's car was still stuck at the entrance of the parking lot and hadn't moved.
"Push, Mr. An, don't be so high-minded now," Na Chen said beside him, "Are you afraid that you can't squeeze in with an automatic transmission?"
An He had no choice but to push against the waist of the car that was lying horizontally in front of him.
"Go a little further, you're still leaving space for the electric bikes. There are so many going the wrong way, you'll have to wait until late at night for them to pass." Na Chen clicked his tongue.
"Oh!" An He had no choice but to move forward a little bit more, squeezing the space that could accommodate two rows of electric bikes into space that could only accommodate one row.
The car in front finally turned out. Na Chen patted the car window and said repeatedly: "Follow, pass, pass, pass..."
An He lightly stepped on the accelerator, the car slid forward, and slowly cut off the line of the electric vehicle.
An uncle was very unwilling to accept the situation and forced his way past the car in the opposite direction. An He was a little helpless and stepped on the brakes, but the uncle suddenly stopped and turned to stare at him.
An He didn't say anything and just looked at him.
The uncle looked down at the front of the car, then looked up and continued to stare at him with an ugly expression on his face.
"What's going on?" An He was a little annoyed. "Hurry up and leave. I didn't bump into you! Is it reasonable to go against the flow?"
The uncle said nothing, and continued to stare at him and the front of the car alternately.
"Fuck!" An He honked the horn, "Are you sick?"
The uncle moved forward slowly with an unhappy look on his face, deliberately dragging his feet and refusing to move out of the way. Soon the road was blocked again. An He slapped the steering wheel and didn't want to talk anymore.
Just as the uncle was about to leave the front of the car, Na Chen suddenly came over to the driver's seat and shouted out the window: "Hey!"
"What are you doing?" An He was startled. Although he was annoyed, he didn't want to cause trouble.
Na Chen ignored him and raised his chin towards the uncle who was still glaring at them: "What are you looking at?"
The uncle was stunned.
"I'm asking you, uncle," Na Chen pointed at him, "What do you want?"
The uncle was probably ready for a quarrel, but he didn't expect Na Chen to ask such a question. He just stared at him without saying anything.
"What do you want?" Na Chen looked at him and continued, "Just tell me if you have something to say."
The uncle opened his mouth, but Na Chen didn't give him a chance to speak. He waved his hand and said, "Are you okay? If you're okay, go away!"
The uncle was a little confused by what Na Chen said, plus there were horns and the roar of various engines nearby, he drove the electric bike forward several meters in a daze.
Finally there was a gap in front, and An He squeezed in. Two minutes later, he finally merged into the traffic on the street. He drove out of the intersection. When he was waiting for the red light, he glanced at Chen and wanted to laugh: "What did you do just now?"
"Nothing." Na Chen's fingers tapped rhythmically on the car window. "I'm just interviewing him."
"You're crazy." An He blurted out the words, and immediately regretted it after taking them off.
But Na Chen didn't seem to care. He leaned back in his chair and gave him a thumbs up: "Teacher An has good eyesight."
"There's chocolate, do you want some?" Anhe pointed to the back seat.
Na Chen reached back and took the cigarette from the back seat, tore open the package, broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. An He could smell the faint scent of tobacco on his fingers. This natural action made An He have the illusion of being in love again for a moment.
He held the chocolate in his mouth for a while before asking, "Have you washed your hands?"
"Washed." Na Chen turned his head to look at him, put his finger into his mouth, then slowly pulled it out and slid it across his lips, his eyes full of smiles.
An He quickly looked away.
Because Nachen's main goal today was not to challenge himself but to eat, so in the steamed food restaurant, the two of them quickly took a few dishes and sat at the table and began to eat without saying a word.
"This steamed pork with rice flour is so fake," An He didn't know what he had eaten after finishing it, because the last chopsticks were holding the steamed pork with rice flour, so he commented on the steamed pork with rice flour, "I thought it was meat, but it was just a ball of rice flour..."
"I'll make it for you when I have time," Na Chen said, drinking a small bowl of soup, grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth, "Let's go?"
"You're so eager to be tortured," An He stood up. It had been a long time since he had felt the pleasure of being challenged. "Let's go."
An He didn't know how many times Na Chen had come to play during this period, but seeing how skillfully he inserted coins to select levels, he probably came quite often.
"If I win..." Na Chen turned his head and looked at him.
"Hmm?" An He responded.
"I win if I win one round. If I win..."
An He was stunned and interrupted him: "Wait, how many games?"
"Let me think about it," Na Chen lowered his head and thought seriously for a while, "Ten plates. Yawen 8w·w=w=.-y=a`w=en-8-.`"
"Shit," An He laughed, "If you win one out of ten games, you win?"
"Yes," Na Chen said seriously, "I have never broken your record that day. Do you want to come?"
"... All right," An He was a little helpless that Na Chen could act so seriously even when he was cheating, and flicked his fingers on the handlebars, "What if you win?"
"Birdman has a performance at Boiling Point on Saturday, come and see it," said Na Chen.
"Okay," Anhe nodded, "What if you're going to lose?"
"I'll cook for you every day."
An He choked and looked at Na Chen for a long time without saying anything.
Na Chen frowned: "Don't want to?"
"No," An He didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure what Na Chen meant by this. "I..."
"Hey, I won't come to your house to cook," Na Chen said with a somewhat impatient sound, "I'll pack it up and send it to you after it's done. I don't know if you want to eat it or throw it away."
An He said nothing and chose to start the race.
At the beginning, he didn't feel much, but after one round, An He found that Na Chen's level had improved not just a little, but a lot.
He could no longer shake off Na Chen as easily as last time, as Na Chen's car was always firmly stuck behind his.
After three laps, An He couldn't help but whistle: "That's quite a progress."
In the last lap, he did not try to get rid of Na Chen, but just maintained his speed to prevent Na Chen from suddenly overtaking him. However, at the end, Na Chen was unable to overtake.
"Again." Na Chen didn't say anything else and put in another coin.
An He smiled, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
This time the track is a wasteland. Although there are many turns, there are few obstacles. For Na Chen, whose level has improved significantly, it is very easy to catch up.
An He stared at the screen. It had been a long time since he had played so seriously. Listening to the roar coming from the speakers, he seemed to have returned to the days many years ago when he was unbridled and reckless.
After two rounds, Na Chen stopped and didn't rush to put in the coins. He glanced at An He and said, "Didn't you play seriously when you brought me here last time?"
"Very serious, but can be more serious," An He smiled, "Three sets."
"Come again." Na Chen bit his lip.
An He looked at Na Chen's profile. He quite liked Na Chen at this moment. He felt a little unhappy, a little unconvinced, and a little stubborn.
However, Na Chen's enthusiasm began to fizzle out when he lost the eighth game, and he stared at the screen without moving.
An He felt a little uncomfortable seeing him like this. In fact, he was not quite sure whether Na Chen wanted him to go to the show or wanted to cook for him every day. He just felt that this kid was just depressed because of losing.
He wondered whether he should give in if Na Chen wanted to continue.
"Come on, there are two more plates to go," Na Chen's voice was a little muffled, and he added, "You don't have to let me."
An He smiled: "Okay."
The ninth game is the map I have played before, Wasteland.
When An He ran the second lap, he found that Na Chen had a special feeling for running this map. At this moment, he was probably holding his strength and had been following his car closely. He had no chance to widen the distance.
At the last turn, An He turned a little too wide. Just with that short distance, he felt that he was going to lose the game.
Sure enough, Na Chen's car passed by his car right at this moment.
"Fuck!" An He shouted.
"Ha!" Na Chen also shouted loudly.
The two cars crossed the finish line less than a second apart. Before the results appeared on the screen, Na Chen had already jumped out of the car and leaned over to his ear and shouted again: "Ha!"
An He laughed and covered his ears: "Deaf."
"I'll pick you up on Saturday." Na Chen hooked his chin with his finger.
"Yeah," An He nodded, got out of the car, and stretched his arms, "Now what? Let's go?"
Na Chen didn't answer, but quickly leaned over, hooked his neck, and kissed him hard on the lips.
An He was stunned.
The kiss in this public place with clean windows and bright headlights flashed by, but the soft and warm feeling and the dizziness brought by Na Chen's breath on his face lingered for quite a long time.
An He even felt that his heartbeat was suddenly disrupted.
He couldn't believe his feelings.
This feeling is so strange that it is almost forgotten.
I feel inexplicably moved.
Na Chen took a step back and was about to speak when a "bang" sound suddenly came from behind him.
Both of them were startled by the sound. They turned around and saw a few middle-aged women, one of whom was pulling a few coins out of the coin slot of the coin pusher at the back.
"How do we play this?" Na Chen's attention was immediately drawn to it, and he asked An He with great interest.
"This is..." An He collected his thoughts and was about to explain when another middle-aged woman suddenly kicked another coin pusher hard, and there was another "bang" sound.
A few coins fell out of the coin slot, and the aunt quickly picked them out. Na Chen stared at them in surprise: "Kick?"
"... No," An He was a little speechless. Several aunts seemed to be regular customers. They kicked the machines one by one very skillfully. "Let's play something else."
"I want to play this," Na Chen became interested and walked towards one of the coin pushers. "Tell me how to play. This can make money."
"Play over there, this one has been kicked and it's hard to push." Angel pulled him and stood in front of a machine before a few aunts swept in.
An He seldom plays the coin pusher machine, which requires patience and luck. After telling Na Chen how to push the coins, he leaned on the machine and watched Na Chen throw the coins in one by one.
"Do you want me to help you kick it?" An He asked with a smile when he saw that he had thrown in a dozen coins but there was no movement in the machine.
"No need," Na Chen shook his head, "This thing is not completely uncontrollable... Ten more coins at most."
Without waiting for An He to say anything else, Na Chen threw seven or eight coins into the coin slot in a row. The coins bounced around in the machine. A few seconds later, a pile of coins at the front of the table fell down, and the coin slot made a tinkling sound.
"Ha!" Na Chen shouted and reached out to grab all the coins.
An He came over and counted with them: "Did you count how many you threw?"
"I'm still counting," Na Chen said with a sigh, "I haven't made back my investment yet..."
"Then you won't get your money back," An He smiled, pointing inside the machine, "That part is empty. You can't push it out without throwing in a hundred or eighty pieces."
"What a scam!" Na Chen turned around and walked away, then took two steps and turned back suddenly, almost bumping into An He. He dodged and stumbled and bumped into the coin pusher.
"What's wrong?" An He reached out and pulled him.
"It didn't fall off." Na Chen clicked his tongue.
"Nonsense, you've already pushed out everything that can fall," An He said helplessly, "You looked so good in a fake fall, you scared me."
"I'm going to hit that one." Na Chen turned around on the spot, pointed at the machine closest to the inside, and strode over. The machine was in a hidden position, and the auntie coin-kicking team had not had time to clear it.
"Hey!" An He hurriedly chased after him. Who knows what Na Chen would do when he got crazy.
Before Na Chen could walk to the machine, an uncle with a cigarette in his mouth walked over and stood in front of the machine first.
"Oh." Na Chen sighed and stopped.
The uncle didn't put in the coins, but slapped the machine hard.
The coin didn't fall out, and the uncle slapped it again.
"I'm drunk." Na Chen covered his nose.
An He also smelled the strong smell of alcohol, so he pulled Na Chen and turned away.
The uncle was probably irritated by the fact that he couldn't produce any coins with both of his palm strikes, so he used a series of Bagua Palm strikes, causing the machine to scream in pain.
Before An He and Na Chen walked two meters away, they heard the sound of glass breaking behind them.
Looking back, I saw that the uncle had smashed the glass cover of the coin pusher.
"So many coins!" Na Chen grabbed An He's hand and said.
"Let's go." An He wanted to move forward. He had already seen a lot of people gathering around him, and the staff of the arcade were also running towards here from a distance.
"Wait." Na Chen didn't move. The people who had gathered around had already surrounded the coin pusher and were reaching in to grab it.
"You..." It was too late for An He to stop him. Na Chen turned around and squeezed into the crowd in high spirits.
The staff was already close at hand. An He saw Na Chen grab a handful of coins and put them in his pocket. He quickly went up to pull him and turned around and ran towards the entrance of the arcade: "Okay, let's go."
The two of them ran out of the video game arcade in one breath, and An He ran with him into the small street next to it before stopping.
"How much did you loot?" An He panted and touched Na Chen's pocket.
"Not much," Na Chen smiled, "I didn't feel comfortable grabbing more, so I just grabbed the coins I'll use to treat you to play next time."
"You're addicted to it," An He smiled and reached into Na Chen's pocket. "These coins would last me several days, but for you, it would take about an hour."
Na Chen also took some out and laughed for a long time. Suddenly he lowered his voice and called him, "An He."
"Hmm?" An He leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Are you happy hanging out with me?" Na Chen asked.
"Very happy, why?" An He glanced at him.
"Give me a dollar," Na Chen stretched out his hand to him, "Let's save it together."
An He looked at Na Chen's eyes that were shining in the dark, hesitated for a moment, felt around, found two dollars, and put them both in his hand: "One for you to interview the old man, and one for you to snatch the game coins."
Na Chen smiled and put the money into his pocket.
An He lowered his head to light a cigarette. Just as he was lighting the lighter, Na Chen suddenly said, "Let's be together."
An He's hand shook and the lighter fell to the ground.
The author has something to say: You must have gained weight in the past two days, hehe
The next chapter will be updated on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Hang in there, the Chinese New Year is just a few days away. I will promise to update on 12346.