Na Chen frowned and stared at the text message from Lei Bo on his phone.
It was not the first time that Lei Bo gave him a gift. Every time there was a festival or birthday, Lei Bo would give him a gift or a red envelope. Sometimes he would bring him something when he came back from a trip.
But he didn't want to see Lei Bo today, especially "now".
Now he doesn't want to go anywhere.
Thanks, leave it there, I'll go watch it tomorrow.
Fuck! Where are you? I bought you something and you are showing this to everyone!
I'm at a friend's house and don't have time to go out.
After replying to the text message, Na Chen threw his phone aside and followed An He into the kitchen to watch him wash dishes.
An He used a lot of water when washing dishes. He would first put all the lunch boxes in the sink and turn on the water. He kept rinsing for several minutes until all the grease was almost washed away. Then he would pinch the dishcloth with two fingers and put it in the lunch box, circling it like teasing a fish.
"Go away." Na Chen couldn't stand it when he saw this. He pushed An He away and picked up the dishcloth and lunch box. "Is this how you usually wash dishes?"
"Well, I don't have many bowls to wash. I just throw them away after eating everything at once." An He smiled.
"Tell me," Na Chen put the washed dishes aside and wiped his hands, "I'm going to cook for you every day. Will it help improve your dishwashing skills?"
An He smiled and said nothing.
What Nachen cooks is delicious. For An He, it would be a wonderful thing if he could eat such meals every day.
But he did not agree immediately. Na Chen cooked for him every day, which meant that Na Chen had to stay with him every day. He regarded this as an extra person in his shell to avoid the outside world.
For someone like An He who has been alone for a long time, who hates loneliness but has become accustomed to it at the same time, this is not a change that can be easily accepted.
"Who called just now?" An He changed the subject and walked out of the kitchen. "Who called?"
Na Chen looked at his back and leaned against the table without moving: "Lei Bo."
"The person who answered the phone for you last time?" An He turned around.
"Well," Na Chen looked down at his hands and walked out of the kitchen, "He said he had something for me to give me and asked me to come over."
"Want to go over?" An He walked to the computer desk, sat down, and turned on the computer. "Anyway, I don't have anything to do here..."
"Kick me away?" Na Chen stood at the table with his arms folded, looking at him.
An He heard his voice was a little cold, turned around and saw that Na Chen's face was not very good: "That's not what I meant."
Na Chen said nothing and went into the bedroom.
When he came out again, he changed into a pair of An He's jeans, grabbed his jacket and put it on, picked up his bag and turned to walk out the door.
"Where are we going?" An He was stunned.
"Go get the gift." Na Chen didn't look back, opened the door and walked out. When he closed the door, it made a loud bang.
An He looked at the closed door, sat on the chair for a long time without coming to his senses, and finally let out a long sigh.
What's going on
"Ah..." An He leaned on the table, rubbed his face with his hands, and opened the PPT document he had finished halfway.
Na Chen was probably unhappy. Although An He didn't think there was anything wrong with his casual remark, he still felt a little annoyed.
After staring at the computer screen for a long time, he stood up, took his cell phone and dialed Na Chen's number.
There was music playing in the receiver, but Nachen never answered the phone. An He called three times, but the phone kept ringing until it hung up automatically.
"Fuck, whatever." An He threw his phone aside, adjusted his mood, and started working.
It was quite far from An He's house to Lei Bo's house, so Na Chen chose a longer but less crowded road and drove very fast.
The feeling of the wind blowing through his coat and skin and chilling him deep into his body made him feel comfortable.
He was not angry, but the deep disappointment still made him unable to control himself.
Na Chen, who would need you
No one will need you.
My father’s words were like needles piercing my heart, making me feel suffocated.
Yes, no one needs him.
His parents didn't need him; he was superfluous to their pure and sacred love.
An He didn't need him either. Even if he didn't leave and stayed in An He's house, he would just watch An He work.
No one needs you, not even the person you think is “in love” with you.
Because you're annoying.
Yes, it is very annoying. Who would want to stay with you if you can't control yourself and turn around and leave because of a sentence like this!
Lei Bo lived in a villa community near the river on the outskirts of the city. When Na Chen parked his car in front of his villa, he saw his Ford F150, went over and pressed the gum in his mouth against the car window.
After walking two steps, he felt that this was quite comfortable, so he turned back and tried to pick the gum off.
The door of the villa opened and Lei Bo stood at the door: "What are you doing?"
"Stealing a car." Na Chen kicked the wheel.
"Take it if you want to. It's not that serious." Lei Bo frowned, "Come in."
Na Chen followed Lei Bo into the house and smelled a faint scent of men's perfume as soon as he entered the door.
He doesn't like perfume and never uses it. Lei Bo never uses perfume either.
"Is anyone else here?" he asked as he sat down on the sofa.
"Huh?" Lei Bo was stunned. "I brought people back last night, and there were no traces left."
"Fragrant," Na Chen curled his lips, "Where's the gift?"
"You have a good nose," Lei Bo sat down on the sofa next to him, sniffed his neck, and opened his coat, "This coat is not yours. Did you spend the night at someone else's house last night?"
"Where's the gift?" Na Chen turned and looked at him.
"Go to the basement and have a look yourself. If you like it, I'll take you there later." Lei Bo stood up.
It is said that Lei Bo studied oil painting in the past, but Na Chen has not verified whether it is true or not, but the basement was converted into a studio by Lei Bo, where he would stay and paint when he had nothing to do.
His paintings were never shown to anyone, so every time Na Chen came down, he only saw a very clean room.
When he came down today, there was an extra drum set in the middle of the basement.
Na Chen walked over and walked around the drum. This was a custom-made drum set from DW, with a maple drum barrel.
"When did you decide?" Na Chen turned around and looked at Lei Bo.
"How is it?" Lei Bo leaned on the stairs.
Na Chen picked up the drumstick and knocked a few times: "Good stuff."
"I ordered it last year when you said your drum set wasn't comfortable to play," Lei Bo slowly walked down the stairs and stood behind him, "but I didn't expect it to take so damn long. I wanted to give it to you on your birthday."
"Thank you." Na Chen tossed the drumstick, which spun a few times in the air. When it fell back into Na Chen's hand, Lei Bo reached out from behind him and caught the drumstick.
"Who have you been with these days?" Lei Bo asked in his ear.
"No one," Na Chen took the drumstick from his hand, "Take the drum to Li Fan's place this afternoon."
"Just answer nicely when I ask you a question," Lei Bo's voice was calm and unceremonious, "Don't force me to lose my temper. Yawen 8w`w=w-.=ya="
Na Chen turned around and stared at Lei Bo face to face. He could feel Lei Bo's unstable breathing on his face. He curled the corners of his mouth and a smile slowly spread across his face.
"I'm in love," he said, putting away the smile on his face.
"Really? That's rare," Lei Bo smiled. "Let Ge Jian bring the drum over this afternoon."
"Well," Nachen tapped the drum lightly, "thank you."
"Can you please stop thanking me all the time?" Lei Bo said.
"Is there anything else? No, I'm leaving." Na Chen put down the drumstick and walked towards the stairs.
"Let's go." Lei Bo didn't move.
After Na Chen walked out of the basement, Lei Bo stood in the basement for a while, took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Come over to my place in the afternoon and take the drum to that Li Fan's place," he stared at the drum, "and, starting today, follow Na Chen and see who he is with."
After leaving Lei Bo's house, Na Chen drove back to An He's residential area and parked the car downstairs of An He's building.
I took out my cell phone and saw three missed calls from An He.
He turned the phone around in his hand.
He wanted to call An He back, but he didn't dare.
He was afraid to hear An He say that nothing was wrong.
After spending forty minutes on the phone downstairs of Anhe, a security guard came over and said, "Sir, what can I do for you? I see you've been here for a long time."
"Waiting for someone." Na Chen didn't look at the security guard and continued to turn his phone.
"Who are you waiting for? Let me make a phone call and ask for you." The security guard obviously didn't believe him.
"I'll call myself." Na Chen lowered his head and stared at the phone. After hesitating for a few seconds, he dialed An He's number.
"Daqi?" An He answered the phone.
"Um."
"Why didn't you answer the phone?" An He's voice was gentle, and it was hard to tell whether he was unhappy or not.
"I just didn't want to answer it," Na Chen glanced at the security guard who was still staring at him, "Are you busy?"
"Are you usually busy? Why aren't you with your friends?" There was the sound of keyboard clacking on An He's side.
"It's out," Na Chen was a little anxious. He didn't know how to tell An He that he wanted to go up. He held it in for a long time before saying, "Have you eaten?"
"No," An He stopped typing, "Where are you?"
"You're downstairs." Na Chen raised his head and looked upwards.
"What?"
"You're downstairs." Na Chen still raised his head. An He over there didn't say anything. A window on a floor upstairs was opened, and someone half of his body stuck out of the window.
"Come up!" An He said on the phone.
"Yeah." Na Chen hung up the phone, jumped out of the car and ran into the building.
"Your car is not locked!" the security guard shouted behind him.
"This is for you!" Na Chen ran over and pressed the elevator button.
The security guard chased in and said, "I don't want it. I don't know how to drive such a weird car. Please lock it quickly."
"Oh!" Na Chen had no choice but to take out the key and press the remote control.
An He heard the knock on the door and just opened it when Na Chen rushed in and gave him a loud kiss on the face: "What do you want to eat?"
"Cook noodles. Noodles are all I have here." An He pointed to the box of instant noodles next to the refrigerator.
Na Chen looked over with dissatisfaction and said, "Otherwise I always smell a spice smell on you."
Angela pulled up her clothes and sniffed them: "Bullshit."
"Really." Na Chen turned around and hugged him, buried his face in his shoulder and rubbed it, taking a deep breath, "Not today, maybe it's because they had the breakfast I made this morning."
"Stop going crazy, okay?" An He smiled and pushed him away.
"I'll go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables. There's one just outside the community." Na Chen came over and hugged him again.
An He thought about it and gave him the key: "Don't buy too much, you can't finish it."
"Yeah." Na Chen took the key and rushed out again like a gust of wind.
An He sat in front of the computer, his thoughts a little confused. He stared at the contents on the PPT, not knowing what to do next for a long time.
It was not until Na Chen opened the door and came in with a bag of vegetables that An He inserted a picture into the PPT and typed a line of words on it.
Fortunately, Na Chen did not come over to show what vegetables he bought. He went straight into the kitchen with the bag and started cooking. Otherwise, An Hesi's thoughts would probably be interrupted again.
In fact, he couldn't say that he felt uncomfortable. He was sitting here in front of the computer, and there was a handsome guy with a good look and a nice body cooking for him in the kitchen, and the food he cooked was delicious.
But as I said before, he was a little uncomfortable and was caught off guard by the disruption of his life.
Na Chen didn't seem to feel anything. He was whistling while cooking in the kitchen. He was tapping rhythmically on the pot lid and the plate with chopsticks while cooking the soup. He seemed to be in a good mood, completely different from his state when he slammed the door and left.
An He put down the mouse, leaned back in his chair and turned around twice: "Da Qi."
"Hmm?" Na Chen responded in the kitchen.
"Were you angry just now?" An He looked at his back.
"No, really not." Na Chen turned around and smiled.
"Then why did you slam my door? Are you responsible for fixing it if it breaks?" An He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Although he was too lazy to care about many things, since he agreed to "give it a try", he had to figure out what he needed to figure out, otherwise the same situation would happen again next time.
"My hand slipped," Na Chen lowered his head to cut the meat, "give me some light soy sauce."
An He looked at the bottles for a long time, took out some soy sauce and handed it to him: "There are some things we should say, we can say it out loud, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to hold it in."
"Well," Na Chen poured some soy sauce into the bowl, glanced at him, and smiled, "Can you do it? Tell me if you have anything to say."
An He didn't expect Na Chen to say that. He paused and said nothing.
"You can't do it," Na Chen put the meat in the bowl and mixed it, "I knew it when you asked me to draw the curtains this morning, but I don't care."
An He still didn't say anything. He leaned against the wall and looked at Na Chen. He suddenly thought that it was a bit funny that he wanted to understand Na Chen's heart. Facing the sensitive Na Chen, he might accidentally be cut open first.
Na Chen prepared two dishes and a soup, simple home-cooked dishes, and An He enjoyed them very much.
The kitchen, which had been idle for a long time, would only show a sense of warmth when Na Chen stood in it. The various seasoning bottles on the chopping board, the pots that had not been washed yet, the buzzing range hood, and the faint aroma of vegetables floating in the air, these were all what he had longed for.
"Delicious." An He quickly finished two bowls of rice and then filled another bowl with vegetable soup.
"Do you want to..." Na Chen sat opposite him and glanced at him, "Do you want to eat it every day?"
An He held the bowl and hesitated for a while: "Aren't you going to class?"
"I have fewer classes this afternoon," Na Chen lowered his head and took a sip of soup, then quickly said, "Forget it, it's quite troublesome to come here."
"Come over and cook for me on the weekend," An He finished all the rice in the bowl and put down his chopsticks. "I usually just eat a little, so come over and give me some nourishment on the weekend, how about that?"
"Okay," Na Chen nodded, "Have you finished eating?"
"Um."
"Are you full?"
"I'm full."
"Then go wash the dishes, wash them carefully and don't play with the dishcloth." Na Chen said seriously.
An He smiled, cleaned up the dishes and went into the kitchen.
It took An He almost twenty minutes to wash two plates, two bowls and a soup bowl.
When he walked out of the kitchen, he felt his waist stiff.
"Aren't you teaching politics?" Na Chen was sitting in front of his computer, looking at a half-finished PPT. When he saw him come out, he stood up and said, "Why are there still these contents? College Entrance Examination, what am I afraid of..."
"Well, the principal gave me a new job. The school set up a psychological counseling room and asked me to be in charge," An He sat down on the chair, "I also have to give a psychological counseling class every week. I will start by counseling the senior students next week."
An He leaned on the table: "You're killing me."
"Very good." Na Chen sat on his lap and pinched his chin. "I really like to hear you say these things to me. It's reassuring."
"Really?" An He leaned back in his chair and reached out to touch Na Chen's waist. "I wouldn't dare. I don't know which of my words would hit you so hard."
Na Chen smiled, lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Poke it more and you will know."
"It's probably a stupid question," An He put his arm around his waist, "Why are you called birdmen?"
"It was just a random name. For a while, Li Fan and I used to say 'you're a birdman,'" Na Chen said with a smile, "so we changed the name of the band."
"Change? What was it called originally?" An He really liked the feeling of chatting and rambling with Na Chen like this.
"s."
"S? What s?"
Na Chen narrowed his eyes, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "s|m's s."
An He smiled, thinking of Na Chen's collar, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you... like... this?"
"What?" Na Chen laughed softly in his ear, "s|m?"
"Yeah, there's a collar in the bedside table." An He was hooked by the voice in his ear and turned his face to kiss his neck.
"Well, I have more than just collars," Na Chen sat up straight and looked at him, "If you're interested, I also have whips, handcuffs, gags, restraints..."
"Stop!" An He shouted, "Are you really playing these?"
"Let's play." Na Chen snapped his fingers and smiled seductively.
An He suddenly didn't know what to say. After a while, he asked, "Who are you with?"
"Whoever I catch, I'll go with. There are a lot of people who want to sleep with me. As long as I want, I can call them anytime." Na Chen raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" An He smiled and said nothing more.
Na Chen looked at him and started laughing. He laughed happily, hugged him and kissed him on the face several times: "Li Fan wanted to make some extra money for a while."
"Hmm?" An He looked at him, not knowing how the topic suddenly jumped to Li Fan.
"He opened an online store and sold sex tools," Na Chen said with a smile, "but the purchase price was higher than the wholesale price, so he failed."
An He was happy: "This guy is really smart."
"He has to make back his investment, so he promotes it among the band. We each bought a set and divided it among him." Na Chen said with a smile, "I have a bunch of them, let's try it next time."
"Don't you have people lining up to jump on your bed whenever you wave your hand?" An He glanced at him.
"You have to be able to jump up, my bed is not for just anyone." Na Chen hooked his fingers on the buttons of An He's shirt, unbuttoned two of them, and put his hand inside, "What should I do?"
"What should I do?" An He felt a little excited when his hand slipped into her clothes.
"I want to do it," Na Chen lowered his head and bit his earlobe, "What should I do?"
The author has something to say: We will continue tomorrow, one, two, three, four, six.
Also, don’t expect the next chapter if you can’t finish it. Everyone should lose some weight. You must have gained some weight during the New Year.