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Come with me.
Come with me.
An He felt that his mind was quite lively, just like the drum and bugle corps invited by a shopping mall for an event, crackling non-stop, and he could hardly keep up with the rhythm.
These words echoed back and forth in his ears, from front to back and from back to front.
He was speechless for a long time, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, just staring at Chen.
Na Chen didn't say anything else. After looking at him in silence for a while, he lowered his head, slowly squatted down, picked up the lighter that fell on the ground, and lit it with a click.
The small flame flickered, illuminating Na Chen's face and casting a flickering shadow on his face.
An He couldn't be sure whether Chen said this on a whim, at the spur of the moment, or because of some other reason.
But he could guess from Na Chen's expression that this was probably the first time Na Chen had said this to someone.
He was a little nervous, with some evasive expectation in his eyes.
Na Chen squatted in front of him, lowered his head and pressed the lighter again and again. The monotonous clicking sound continued to ring out, and the flame kept lighting up and dimming.
An He stared at the shadow of the tree behind Na Chen for a while, then slowly squatted down and held Na Chen's hand that was playing with the lighter: "Excuse me, light the cigarette."
After he opened his mouth to speak, he felt his throat was a little tight.
Na Chen glanced at him, lit the lighter and handed it to him. After An He's cigarette was lit, he also lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
The two men continued in silence, squatting on the dim roadside and looking like robbers planning their escape route.
An He knew that if he didn't say anything, given Chen's personality, he would probably remain silent as well, and finally get up and leave without saying a word.
He sighed and flicked the ash off his cigarette: "Why?"
"Huh?" Na Chen was stunned, as if he didn't react.
An He looked at his face with a particularly sincere confused expression, and for a moment he even doubted whether he had heard it wrongly. Was he expressing the wrong feelings after all this time
"You just said you were with me," An He looked into his eyes, "Why?"
Na Chen's eyes, which were originally looking at him, quickly dropped, avoiding his gaze, and blew a puff of smoke at the ground. After a long while, he said, "If you don't intend to agree, what are you asking?"
"Don't you have to ask whether you agree or not? Besides, your proposal is so sudden..."
"This is not a suggestion!" Na Chen suddenly raised his voice, looked up at him, "Do you feel particularly..."
An He knew what he wanted to say and interrupted him before he finished speaking: "No."
Na Chen didn't say anything. An He put out the cigarette on the ground and let it bounce into the sewer next to him. "I just felt it was sudden. I didn't think about anything else, and I didn't have time to think about it."
"You haven't thought of anything in such a long time?" Na Chen curled his lips and smiled subtly, "Your mind is really slow."
"Have you thought a lot?" An He smiled.
"Well, all my great thoughts went to the North City and came back by bus." Na Chen took two deep puffs of his cigarette, and the flame on the cigarette butt suddenly became very bright.
"I don't know what to think." An He answered truthfully.
"Then forget it." Na Chen stood up with a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke drifted past his eyes and he squinted his eyes. "I just said it casually, and you just listen to it casually."
An He heard the dissatisfaction and disappointment in his tone, and stood up as well. Before he could say what he wanted to say, Na Chen had already turned around and walked quickly to the street corner: "Don't forget the boiling point on Saturday, I'll pick you up at ten o'clock. ＿ Ya﹎ Wen8 ﹍﹍﹏ w=ww=."
An He stood there without moving, watching Na Chen and his elongated shadow disappear around the corner of the street, then squatted back down and lit another cigarette.
There were some things he didn't want to say to Na Chen, and there was no point in saying them.
He is good at listening but not good at talking.
In many cases he would rather choose silence, and he does not need any recognition or understanding on certain things.
He didn't need Na Chen to know that he would no longer easily believe in feelings, let alone accept them.
Especially this kind of feeling, which comes for no reason but makes people inexplicably moved.
There is no basis, no reason, it seems to happen naturally, but it is disturbing when you think about it carefully.
Although An He knew that it was very difficult for Na Chen to say such words, no matter what the reason was, he was also very clear about what he felt in his heart besides surprise and astonishment the moment he heard these words.
But he had no way to give Na Chen the answer he wanted now. There was no sympathy or comfort in this matter.
An He put out his cigarette in annoyance, stood up and slowly walked towards the street corner.
After walking a few steps, a few snowflakes fell from the sky.
He looked up and saw that this was probably the last snow of the year.
With his hands in his pockets, An He walked into the parking lot and turned around twice before he found his car. Just as he walked over and was about to get in, he noticed a person squatting next to him.
Seeing him coming, the man suddenly stood up, scaring An He so much that he took a step back.
After seeing that the man was Na Chen, he was stunned: "I thought you left."
"No," Na Chen's voice was a little muffled, "I'm waiting for you to drive me there. My car is still in your school's parking lot."
"Then get in the car," Angela opened the door, "Why didn't you call me and ask me to come over..."
"I don't have a cell phone right now," Na Chen walked around and sat on the passenger seat, "I'll buy one next month."
An He remembered that Na Chen had said his phone was broken before, but he didn't expect that he never bought another one: "Why buy it next month? It's so inconvenient without a phone."
"I don't feel anything." Na Chen's answer was within An He's expectations.
After An He started the car, he asked again: "Do you have an old cell phone that can be used?"
"…Yes," An He glanced at him, "What's wrong?"
"Give it to me." Na Chen also looked at him.
"You...are short of money?" An He couldn't understand. From what Na Chen wore and used, it was obvious that he had plenty of money. He even drove a motorcycle worth over 300,000 yuan. "How about I buy you one?"
"Give it to me or not? It's just an old one. Why are you so long-winded?" Na Chen frowned. "I like old things."
"That's easy. I have a bunch of stuff in my drawer that I confiscated from students and they didn't want anymore after they graduated..."
Na Chen stared at him in silence, with no smile on his face. His expression looked especially like when they first met.
An He sighed: "I'll give it to you on Saturday."
"Yeah." Na Chen nodded.
Although An He has been single for quite a long time, he has been confessed to many times, but none of them made him think about it like today, even after he went back to the house and took a bath.
Lying on the bed, as long as he closed his eyes, Na Chen's face would sway in front of him.
The nervous expression when he said that, the evasive yet expectant look in his eyes, the profile that flickered in the firelight...
"Hey..." An He turned over and took out two tablets of diazepam from the drawer and ate them.
This inexplicable feeling that something was wrong made him feel uneasy.
Before long, the drug took effect and An He fell into a daze and fell asleep without having the chance to think about it.
The next morning, An He's biological clock malfunctioned. He opened his eyes almost half an hour later than usual, which meant that he would be late even if he didn't eat breakfast.
An He jumped up from the bed, rolled and crawled, and ran to the bathroom while putting on his clothes. When he was brushing his teeth, he felt like he had swallowed a lot of toothpaste foam. After washing his face and going out, his mouth was still filled with a lingering mint flavor.
When I went out, the wind blew and my face suddenly felt tight and painful. I got into the car and searched for a long time, then found a bottle of hand cream and smeared it on my face.
"What a life." An He sighed and started the car.
He had just parked his car in the parking lot when Principal Jiang's car drove in and stopped next to his car.
An He felt that he was very unlucky. How could he run into his leader for being late once? Although he didn't have a class in the first period and being late was not a big deal, he still didn't want to be seen by a workaholic leader like Jiang who taught a full workload while being the principal.
"Teacher An," Principal Jiang jumped out of the car in a hurry and saw him, "Are you up late?"
"Ah, I got up late." An He wanted to just answer and run away, but he added, "Principal Jiang is late too..."
Principal Jiang smiled awkwardly: "Yeah, I couldn't find my keys when I went out this morning."
An He didn't say anything else, thinking that he probably didn't sleep well.
"Teacher An," Principal Jiang walked with him to the school, "how have you considered that matter? I thought about it. If you need an assistant, we can hire a psychology graduate this semester."
"I..." An He hesitated for a moment, "I'll do it first. It's not practical to say whether I'll be an assistant or not now. We'll know after we do it."
"You can definitely do it," Principal Jiang smiled upon hearing this and patted his shoulder. "We have two empty rooms next to the music classroom on the fifth floor. I can give them to you. If you need anything else, just tell me directly."
"Yeah." An He felt a little confused. Was he going to start doing this for no apparent reason
An He is not a workaholic. He will complete his own work seriously, but he is not willing to interfere in matters outside his scope.
But now, in addition to teaching as usual, he also has to consider the affairs of the psychological counseling room. According to Principal Jiang's principle of "do it well", it is not like some schools that just find a teacher to sit in the office. In that case, the teacher would have it easy because no students would go there at all.
Various reference books, scales, and basic props that would be needed. For two or three days, except for class time, An He spent all his time in the office on the fifth floor arranging them.
He didn't sleep in on Saturday, but spent the whole day reading and looking up information.
It was not until the afternoon when Lin Ruoxue called him and asked him to go out singing that he remembered that he had promised Na Chen to go to the show today.
"Come on, let's eat first, then sing. It's been a while since I last sang," Lin Ruoxue asked from the other end. "It's been almost a year since we last sang a love song together. You have to come and spend some time with me."
"No, I have other plans. You can have fun today." An He looked at his phone. It was past seven o'clock. It was about time to take a bath and eat something.
"Hey, Anzi," Lin Ruoxue raised her voice, "Now I have to make an appointment in advance to ask you to come out, right?"
"Yes, next time you come to see me, please come three days in advance. I will arrange time for you according to my schedule." An He said with a smile.
"Who did you make an appointment with? Chen?" Lin Ruoxue asked in a low voice.
"Um."
"An Zi..." Lin Ruoxue paused, "Are you serious? It's been a long time since I saw you do this to anyone. How come you've been together for such a long time and you didn't dodge?"
An He walked to the window and leaned against it. After thinking for a long time, he asked, "What if it's real?"
"If you want to change to someone reliable, I will definitely support it," Lin Ruoxue answered quickly, "If it's Na Chen, I won't strongly object. You have to change a little bit. I just feel that this person can attract the root of the disease. It's okay if you are willing to go crazy with him."
"Really?" An He smiled.
"There is no construction without destruction. I won't give you any advice. You should handle your own affairs on your own," Lin Ruoxue said with a click of her tongue. "Okay, I won't waste my time talking to you. I have to go somewhere. Next time I'll make an appointment in advance. Please leave time for me."
"Okay." An He hung up the phone, stared out the window for a while, closed the curtains and went into the bathroom.
After taking a bath, he felt a little weak. He changed his clothes, lay on the bed and didn't move, his whole body was soft and relaxed.
The cell phone rang at half past nine. When An He picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar landline number, he unexpectedly felt a little excited.
"Hello?" He answered the phone.
"Can you come out now? I'm at the gate of your community." Na Chen's voice came over.
An He sat up and said, "I'll be out right away. What phone did you use to call?"
"It's a call from the small supermarket next door," Na Chen sniffed, "Come out quickly, don't drive."
"Driving your car?" An He took a scarf from the closet. "It's freezing."
"I like it." Na Chen hung up the phone.
An He wrapped himself up and walked out of the community. He saw Na Chen waiting for him on the roadside riding a Bombardier. His long black hair, leather pants and long boots were very eye-catching.
"Do you have to be like this when you perform with the band?" An He sat in the back seat and pulled up his scarf to cover his face.
"Well," Nachen started the car, "at first we wanted to get a girl into the band, but we couldn't find the right one."
"So you just..." Before An He could finish his words, the car rushed out and he leaned back suddenly, almost spraining his neck.
Na Chen reached back and grabbed his arm, pulling him behind him: "Hold on!"
An He leaned behind him, and the familiar scent of Na Chen blew on his face, giving him a pleasant feeling of comfort.
Boiling Point regularly holds various themed nights. This Saturday, they invited several bands to perform, including local and out-of-town bands, old and new bands.
When An He followed Na Chen into the hall, it was already full of people. There was a band on the stage warming up the audience and singing very vigorously, and the people below were laughing and making noises in the bright and dark lights of various colors.
This is a familiar scene to An He, but it feels different today.
He and Na Chen sat at a table beside the stage. In addition to a few members of the band, there were also people they brought with them. An He was not familiar with them, so he held up a glass of wine and listened to their random chat.
Na Chen was very silent today and didn't talk to anyone. Occasionally, he would pick up his glass and knock it against An He's glass, then tilt his head back and take a sip. When An He turned to look at him, his eyes were always somewhere else.
It was not until the band was about to go on stage that he leaned over to An He's ear and whispered, "I'll sing today."
An He glanced at him, a little surprised: "Don't you never sing?"
"Sing today," Na Chen stood up, "Don't look at others, look at me, understand?"
"Yeah." An He smiled.
The songs sung by the band before were very powerful, which heated up the atmosphere in the hall. After several members of Birdman stood on the stage, they were all whistling and shouting excitedly.
Li Fan lowered his head and plucked the guitar, and a quiet guitar sound slid out.
After hearing such a quiet tune after the previous noisy music, the hall suddenly became quiet.
An He shook the wine glass gently. The prelude sounded familiar to him. It was not until Li Fan started singing a line that he realized what it was. He hummed along twice and his heart suddenly calmed down.
"The footsteps of two people in the cold night were closely pursued all the way, but your eyes were still innocent. This is the question I have hidden for a long time..."
After Li Fan sang a few lines, Na Chen suddenly walked out from behind the drum set, picked up a guitar next to the drum stand, stood next to Li Fan, lightly swept his fingers over the strings, glanced at An He, and took off the mask he had been wearing.
Some people in the audience started whistling. Birdman had performed many times at Boiling Point, but it was the first time for the drummer to play guitar and he took off his mask.
"Don't hide your lonely heart, even though the world is more cruel than we imagined..." Na Chen's hoarse and straightforward voice came out. The audience was silent for a while, and then burst into screams. Na Chen lowered his head and stared at the guitar, "I won't cover my lonely eyes, just because I want to see your innocence..."
An He took a sip of wine, and Na Chen's voice passed through his heart, bringing a slight tremor. He leaned back on the sofa, looking at Na Chen who was singing with his head down, and couldn't help but sing along softly: "We can keep warm by hugging each other, we can survive by leaning on each other, even in the world of ice and snow, the fate of the deceased..."
We can keep warm by hugging each other, we can survive by leaning on each other, even if we are about to sink in the vast sea of people...
An He's gaze remained on Na Chen the whole time. Na Chen did not look at him again. He just lowered his head and sang quietly, just as focused as the first time An He saw him playing the drums.
For a moment, An He felt that there was nothing around him, all the people and things had drifted away from him, leaving only Nachen standing quietly on the stage.
"The following is a new song," Li Fan's voice brought Angel back to reality, "written for someone in the audience."
There were screams and applause in the hall. An He's heart was beating wildly. He didn't know whether it was out of excitement or anticipation. The wine glass was almost crushed in his hand. His hands were shaking a little. After taking a sip of wine, he put the glass back on the table and stared at Na Chen.
The sound of guitar rang out again. Na Chen, who had been standing still, suddenly turned around and walked to the side of the stage, facing An He. His fingertips brushed across the guitar strings. Li Fan's guitar stopped, leaving only the notes dancing on Na Chen's fingertips.
After a long solo, Na Chen raised his head and looked in his direction.
"The dimmed street lights, the lonely soul in the dark night... Holding my breath, my figure stretched out in time..." Na Chen raised his head again, his eyes passed through the crowd and fell on An He's face, "I waved my green wings, looking for your breath..."
An He's hand, which was about to pick up the wine glass, stopped in the air. The melody that Na Chen sang casually that he heard in the car that day made his breathing suddenly stop.
The author has something to say: Well, I have something to say. The next update was supposed to be the day after tomorrow, but because I have some problems with my cervical spine... so it has to be postponed for one day, that is, the day after tomorrow, the 6th. This is really not because I'm lazy, my hands have been so numb in the past two or three days that I have no feeling at all. It has never been so serious before, so I hope everyone can understand. I'm sorry.