Hey Handsome, You Dropped Your Wig

Chapter 31: Good night

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An He always felt that he was not a romantic person and had never done anything romantic. And probably because he was not romantic, not many people were romantic to him. The most romantic thing was when someone threw a bunch of roses at him from upstairs on Valentine's Day in college, and it hit his head...

There has never been a situation like this where someone played guitar and looked at him, singing a song written for him.

Amid the screams and whistles all around, An He began to feel dizzy and his heart beat wildly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, following Na Chen's rhythm.

When Na Chen jumped from the stage and walked in front of him, he leaned back on the sofa, picked up the cup and took a sip, swallowed back his heart that was beating wildly in his throat, and stared at Na Chen.

"I threw away my wings and forgot about heaven," Na Chen stood in front of him, lowered his head and sang the last verse attentively, "My last memory is flying towards you..."

After the music stopped, An He felt a commotion around him, with people shouting and banging on the table. In his mind was Na Chen's last words, "Fly towards you, fly towards you, fly towards you."

It was not until Na Chen's hands were resting on the backrest behind him and he bent down to look in front of him that he raised his head and looked at Na Chen.

"Let's be together," Na Chen looked at him, "No matter what you think, if you are a little moved, how about we give it a try?"

"I..." An He sighed softly and looked down at the wine glass in his hand. If it were someone else, using this semi-forced method, he would definitely stand up and leave.

"What are you afraid of?" Na Chen interrupted him, "You don't even dare to try, you're so old?"

"Fuck," An He said, laughing at his words. "Don't provoke me. I don't fall for it."

"Are you old or not?" Na Chen curled the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a smile.

"It's OK."

"Then give it a try?"

An He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Okay."

The performance of Boiling Point was still going on. After Birdman sang a few songs, Nachen pulled Anhe away.

After he went out, the cold wind blew on his forehead. An He slowly came to his senses and leaned against a tree by the roadside, hugging his arms: "That Chen."

"Hmm?" Na Chen pushed the car over, stepped on it and looked at him, "Want to regret it?"

"…No," An He pointed at his car, "Are you driving under the influence again?"

"I didn't drink today," Na Chen stopped the car, walked up to him, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "I don't drink when there is a performance."

"Ah," An He touched his lips, "I'm a little confused tonight."

"I'll take you home," Na Chen put his arm around his shoulders and pushed him to the car, "We'll go out and play tomorrow."

"I won't go out tomorrow. I have a lot of things to deal with. I have to stay at home and work." Although An He was drunk and agreed to "give it" with Na Chen in a daze, he still remembered what he was busy with these days.

"Work?" Na Chen reached out and straightened his scarf. >Yawen Bar w·ww·.·

"Well, our workaholic principal has assigned me a difficult task," An He sat in the back seat, "Drive, I'll be busy for the next two days and we'll go on a date again."

"Then I'll go to your house tomorrow." Na Chen said straightforwardly.

"What?" An He was stunned.

"Nothing, just do your work and I'll watch."

"Wait," An He smiled, "What is there for you to watch while I work?"

"What do you care about me? I am happy. Why don't you give it a try?" Na Chen looked back at him. "You have been in love before, and quite a few times. What's the point of being in love if you don't stay together? No wonder you always break up."

"Okay, okay," An He waved his hand. "If you want to watch, then watch. If you feel free, then make something to eat. How about that?"

"Deal." Na Chen started the car.

When An He heard the sound of the car engine, he quickly put his arm around Na Chen's waist. He had been drinking, and if the car suddenly sped away, he would definitely have to lie on the ground at the back.

Na Chen held his hand and put it in his coat pocket: "Your hands are so cold."

An He smiled but said nothing. Na Chen held his hand for a long time without letting go, squeezing it gently, which made him feel an indescribable sense of comfort. The wind blowing on his face was not so strong anymore.

Na Chen sent him to the building and parked the car. It was already one o'clock. If it were usual, he would not ask Na Chen to go upstairs, but the situation was different today. Their relationship had suddenly changed. He was wondering how to deal with the current situation.

"Go ahead," Na Chen looked at him from the car, "Why, you can't bear to leave me?"

An He smiled and said, "Would you like to go up and sit for a while?"

"I'll come over tomorrow," Na Chen pulled his hand towards him, "You should go to bed early. I'm in a bad mood tonight. I'm afraid that if I come over, you won't be able to sleep all night. You might not be able to get up tomorrow..."

"Okay, okay," An He interrupted him, "Go back soon. Call me when you come over tomorrow."

"How to fight." Na Chen had a smile on his face.

An He was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out his old phone from his pocket and handed it to Na Chen: "You can make do with it, there's nothing wrong with the phone."

"If there's no problem, why change it?" Na Chen took the phone and put his SIM card in it.

"My cell phone is pretty good," An He smiled, "one breaks down every year, but this one hasn't broken down in over a year. I'm tired of using it."

"Will you be annoyed with me? If I'm still healthy in a year or two." Na Chen put the phone in his pocket.

"You're not much better now," An He glanced at him and turned to walk into the building, "Go back quickly, you're freezing to death."

"Come here." Na Chen shouted behind him.

"Huh?" An He turned around.

"Come here!" Na Chen frowned and waved at him.

An He had no choice but to walk back to Na Chen and asked, "Any other instructions?"

Na Chen jumped out of the car, put his arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips.

A warm breath blew on An He's face, and he consciously moved closer to those lips.

Na Chen's hands touched his waist, and he tightened his arms, hugged him tightly, and pushed the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, maybe it was because of the song, or maybe it was because their relationship had inexplicably changed tonight, An He quickly went up to him and got entangled with Na Chen.

But after a while, An He came to his senses. This was in his own building. The security guards circled the community every half an hour. There were cameras in front of the building gate. He bit the tip of Na Chen's tongue lightly and pushed him away: "Pay attention to your manners."

Na Chen smiled: "I am just a very uncultured person."

"No, you have to learn from me," Angela pulled his collar, "I have always been very well-mannered, so well-mannered that I am a little embarrassed."

"You'd be cuter if you had some wine," Na Chen turned around and got back into the car, "Get in, I'm leaving."

"Good night." An He slowly backed away and walked into the building.

"Good night." Na Chen started the car, but didn't drive forward. He just sat in the car and looked at him.

"Good night." An He retreated into the building.

"Good night." Na Chen turned the accelerator but still stayed where he was.

"Are you going to leave or not? If you don't want to leave, go upstairs. Your car is too noisy and the people upstairs will have to empty the spittoon soon."

"You're disgusting," Na Chen laughed, turned the car around, and shouted, "Let's go!"

As the sound of the motorcycle gradually faded away, An He turned around, walked to the ladder and pressed the button.

As the elevator car went up, he felt a little dizzy and leaned back against the wall of the car. In fact, he didn't drink much today. He felt so dizzy probably because he was still a little dazed by what happened tonight.

Back in the house, An He filled a tub with hot water. As he slowly slid into the water, he was wrapped in the warmth. After his body relaxed, he had time to slowly think about what had happened in the past few hours.

Na Chen's car was driving very fast and the wind blew through his coat. He pulled his wig and stuffed it into his coat. His hair fluttered unrestrained in the cold wind, just like his mood.

Although he couldn't accurately describe how he felt at the moment.

After the car sped in the wind for a while, he slowed down and drove slowly forward along the road. There was neither his home nor a used car lot in front of him. He didn't care about the direction and just wanted to drive for a while.

Half an hour later, he parked his car on a bridge.

This bridge was newly built last year. It is a cable-stayed bridge that the city is very proud of. Although the river across the bridge is in dry season for most of the year, the icy water surface is reflecting the silver light in the moonlight, which looks very impressive.

There were no cars or pedestrians on the bridge. Na Chen stopped the car in the middle of the bridge, walked to the bridge railing, looked around, and slowly climbed up.

The wind was blowing hard and the temperature was very low. He was already soaked through, but he always liked this cold and exciting feeling. He slowly climbed up along the thick steel cable beside the bridge railing. The higher he climbed, the stronger the wind became, and he could hardly stand.

When he was a child, he liked to climb trees, but he rarely had the chance to do so because his mother wouldn't let him. Even after she found out that he was climbing trees, she wouldn't allow him to get close to any tree.

A few minutes later, he climbed to the top of the bridge, stood up on the highest steel cable, opened his arms, whistled hard into the wind, and shouted in the wind: "Ah-"

The sound he shouted against the wind was quickly blown away by the wind. Na Chen felt unsatisfied, so he turned around with his back to the wind and shouted again. This time the sound drifted far away with the wind, and he snapped his fingers with satisfaction.

Suddenly, a hand light appeared from the direction of the bridge head and shone towards this side. Na Chen quickly bent down and half-climbed and half-jumped along the steel frame and cables. The bridge patroller ran over and shouted, "Who is it?"

Na Chen jumped directly from the bridge surface when he was still two or three meters away, and shouted, "He is in a good mood! He will definitely not commit suicide!"

Without waiting for the man to shout again, he jumped into the car and drove quickly towards the bridge.

It was almost three o'clock when we returned to the used car lot. Uncle Lu's dog started barking again. Na Chen took out two skewers of beef that he had bought when he passed by the barbecue stall and put them in its bowl: "Big Head, eat quickly."

The dog sniffed the meat in the bowl cautiously, wagged its tail at him, lowered its head and began to eat.

"Can you please stop calling me when I come back next time?" Na Chen whispered, "Why do you treat me like a thief every time you see me?"

Big Head is the name Na Chen gave to the dog. Although this dog is a coyote, it has a big head and a wide mouth, and looks quite imposing. Na Chen has insisted on calling it Big Head for a while, but probably because Uncle Lu calls it Gray Gray, it has never responded to the name Na Chen gave it.

"Big Head, let me tell you something," Na Chen squatted beside the dog, "your eldest brother is in a particularly good mood today. Can you guess why?"

The dog lowered its head to eat the meat and wagged its tail perfunctorily to indicate that it heard him.

"That guy I told you about last time, he agreed to go with me today," Na Chen took out a few coins from his pocket and tossed them in his hand, saying with a smile, "I don't even have enough change to save today."

The dog finished eating the meat and looked up at him.

"He only agreed to give it a try, but that's good. I didn't expect him to agree. I thought he would splash wine on my face," Na Chen touched the dog's head, "I even prepared tissues to wipe his face..."

The dog sniffed his hand and made sure there was no food in it. Then it turned around, shook its fur, and lay down in the doghouse made of wooden boards and old cotton clothes, closing its eyes.

"Forget it, I won't tell you. You're too young to understand." Na Chen clicked his tongue and drove into the gate.

An He came out of the bathroom without putting on any clothes. He walked into the bedroom naked, lay down on the bed comfortably, and stared blankly.

He would probably have insomnia today, so the tranquilizer was placed next to his bed, but he didn't take it. He wouldn't take it unless it was absolutely necessary. He didn't have to go to work tomorrow, so it didn't matter if he couldn't sleep all night tonight. The most he could do was to have Nachen come over tomorrow, and he would have to watch him sleep instead of watching him work.

Thinking of Na Chen, he turned over, wrapped himself in the quilt, and took the mobile phone thrown beside the pillow.

Na Chen should have arrived home by now, and he didn't know whether he should call or send a text message to ask.

Just like Na Chen said, he had been in love before, and quite a few times, but this was the first time he was in love like this.

He admitted that he had a different feeling from the first time he saw Na Chen, a feeling of being attracted, and they had intimate contact afterwards. Whatever the reason was, he also had the "illusion" that they were a couple. But until yesterday, before he said the word "OK" in Na Chen's eyes, he had never thought of being with Na Chen.

Attraction, approach, temptation... all of this seems like an unrealistic affair.

He sat up from the bed and lit a cigarette. How could he allow himself to start such a chaotic relationship

This was not in line with his principles, nor was it in line with his character, but it started inexplicably like this.

So until now, he still doesn't know how to have such a relationship.

He wasn't even sure how he felt about Na Chen.

Curious? Sympathetic

Or... like it

He put out his cigarette in annoyance, took out his phone and sent a text message to Na Chen.

The wind was much weaker at night. Na Chen sat on the roof of the car, surrounded by the quiet moonlight.

He liked to sit at the highest place in the parking lot on nights like this. The pile of broken debris was combined in a strange posture to form a very imposing small mountain. He sat on the top of the mountain and played the harmonica.

Compared to drums and guitar, his favorite instrument is the harmonica, but he has rarely played the harmonica in front of other people. He thinks it is his little secret when he is alone.

Amid the sound of the harmonica, he heard a tiny ringing sound.

He paused and was stunned for a long time before realizing that this was the text message ringtone of the phone that An He gave him. Just like An He’s phone desktop, the ringtone used was the one that came with the phone.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a text message from An He.

Have you arrived home

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly and quickly replied.

Not yet.

An He replied quickly, "It hasn't arrived yet? What are you doing?"

I am tidying up my wings and flying towards where you are.

Na Chen replied with a smile. He could almost imagine An He's reaction when he received the text message.

After a while, An He's text message came. He opened it and laughed for a long time.

Shit, goodnight.

"Good night," Nachen tossed the phone and spun it around in his hand, "Good night."

The author has something to say: This chapter was written over several days, so there may be typos and bugs. I will slowly revise it when I have time. In addition, the next update should be the day after tomorrow, but it is not certain yet. I will try my best. The day after tomorrow I will return to Guilin, and the update will resume the rhythm of 12346. I will tell you the details on Weibo at that time.

Thank you all for your concern. I have been doing physical therapy recently and the numbness in my hands has eased a little. Xoxo~ Actually, I am in good health, oh yeah!