Na Chen is going to Li Fan's house today. Yan Yi changed his job. The new job has a lot of development and is much better than his previous job, but he has less time. He has no time to participate in the band's rehearsals and performances. > Yawen＿﹎8＿ w=ww.
Yan Yi was planning to quit, but he recommended a keyboard to the band. He brought it here today so that everyone can meet and see if it’s suitable.
Na Chen parked his car in front of the garage door and saw Yan Yi's van parked in the place where he usually parked his car. There was also a pink Harley next to it. The helmet on the seat was also pink with a Hello Kitty printed on it.
Na Chen got out of the car, and when he passed by the car, he reached out and tapped his helmet. Who did Yan Yi bring with him
When he pulled up the garage shutter, the music below stopped, and Li Fan called out, "Chenchen?"
"Fanfan!" Na Chen also shouted, closed the door, walked down the slope of the garage, and saw a pink synthesizer.
He was stunned for a moment. A long-haired girl standing next to the synthesizer gathered her hair with her hands and smiled at him: "Hi, my name is Yue Qi, a friend of Yi Ge and also a former classmate."
"Hi." Na Chen nodded. There weren't many girls playing in bands, and he had almost seen all of the ones that were there, but he didn't know this Yue Qi.
"Yue Qi is my high school classmate. He never came back after graduating from college and only came back last month," Yan Yi introduced him. "He is much better than me."
"I can still sing." Li Fan smiled.
Na Chen pulled over a small broken chair and sat down. He had no interest in girls, but he had no objection as long as everyone was willing.
"Brother Fan, I can't sing. I only have a voice for square dance songs." Yue Qi said with a smile.
"That's good. Our band's name is Shafei Square Bird." Na Chen said.
"Ah?" Yue Qi was stunned for a moment, then she started laughing and laughed for a long time. She was not pretty, but quite cheerful.
The other people in the band had no objection. After all, they were just a few people who could chat and got together to have fun, and they didn't expect to achieve anything. Yue Qi was quite talented and had a good personality, and he was just here for fun, so Li Fan arranged to play a song to try.
"That new song from last time?" Dongzi squatted beside Nachen, cigarette in mouth, patting his leg, "Didn't Li Fan say he wanted to change it?"
"The song of the fly swatter?" Li Fan asked, looking around at several people's faces, "Is that it?"
"Is Yan Er officially expelled?" David, who had been silent the whole time, asked with a sad face.
"Damn! You are so cruel. Can I get a special invitation?" Yan Yi shouted.
"Specially invited audience, it's settled," Li Fan clapped his hands, "I'll remember to notify you to go and applaud when there are performances next time."
"If Yue Qi comes, Chenchen won't have to wear women's clothes anymore, right? We have a real girl now." David said with a smile.
"We," Nachen stood up and walked to the drum, picked up the drumstick and hit it a few times, "we can form a girl band."
Li Fan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Fuck."
"I think it's okay. Anyway, we've tried even the girl Huo Huo, so there's nothing we can't try," Dongzi nodded, "I think big waves are especially suitable for me. Brother Fan, let's do a..."
"Are you still practicing the song?" Li Fan interrupted him, "Hurry up, the sheet music is here!"
Yue Qi cooperated well with them. She made some mistakes because she was not familiar with the score, but after one night, the song was straightened out. Li Fan squatted on the ground with a pen and made corrections: "Let's stop here today. It's too late. Go back to sleep. You still have school and work tomorrow. ﹏＞ ＿ Yawen﹎吧>w`ww·.-y=a`"
"Going to school?" Yue Qi was a little surprised. "Who?"
"My Chenchen," Li Fan pointed at Chen, "is still in school."
"So young," Yue Qi looked at Na Chen, who raised his hand and gave her a "yes" with no expression on his face. She smiled, "Then let's go home today. Anyone else who's still energetic, do you want to go for a drink?"
When they heard about having a couple of drinks, several people who said they had to go to work tomorrow didn't go to work anymore and left the garage in high spirits.
"Let's go." Na Chen got on the car and pulled his hat.
"Nice car." Yue Qi patted the front of the car.
"Want to take a ride?" Na Chen said this enthusiastically, but his tone was cold.
"Another day, you can go home," Yue Qi waved, "Bye."
Na Chen didn't say anything, started the car, turned around and drove away.
After driving for a while, he stopped the car at the intersection. The road on the left led to the used car lot, and the straight road ahead led home. He didn't know which way to go.
The road on the right leads to the school, but he basically doesn't consider it. He can only sleep in his bed in the dormitory more than twice a semester. His roommates pile their things on his bed, so he has to clear out his things before he goes back to the dormitory to sleep.
The yellow light at the intersection flashed again and again. The north wind blew away all the fallen leaves and garbage on the ground, and even the people and cars seemed to be blown away together. He stopped at the intersection for a few minutes, but there was no car.
Empty streets, dirty snow that had not yet melted on both sides of the road, and dim street lights.
Na Chen supported himself on the ground with his legs, lowered his head and took out his cell phone.
There was a text message on his phone. He opened it with some anticipation, but it was not from An He.
Come over for lunch tomorrow.
He didn't hear when Lei Bo sent this text message. He closed the text message and opened the phone book.
An He's name was quietly at the top of the phone book.
He slid his finger over the name, and the screen showed "dialing", and he quickly hung up. It was already past twelve o'clock and An He had already fallen asleep.
Anhe's life seemed dull but regular to him.
Go to work, go home, watch a movie and listen to music, eat some preservatives, and then go to sleep. Occasionally go to a bar with friends on weekends.
In contrast, my own life is somewhat chaotic, with no fixed timeline or location.
For example, now, he doesn't even know where to go.
After stopping at the intersection for nearly ten minutes, he drove out along the straight road and hadn't been home for several days.
Every time Na Chen went home, he basically stayed in his bedroom and kitchen. He rarely stayed in other places in the house. When he turned on the light, he saw that there was a thin layer of dust on the table in the living room.
He stood in the living room for a while, went into the kitchen to find a piece of cloth, and slowly wiped the tables, chairs and piano in the living room.
The piano keys made a few low tinkling sounds, and he stopped and looked at the keys.
I haven't visited my mother for a while, maybe two or three months.
He sat down on the piano stool. In the past, he only went there once every two or three months. Sometimes he missed his mother very much. Even though every time was unpleasant, he still wanted to see her very much.
But this time it was a little different. When he thought of his mother, he suddenly felt a little scared. He found that he had not thought of his mother for quite a long time. When he thought about going to see her, he felt a vague resistance that he could not explain.
This scared him.
He squatted down beside the piano, slowly sat down against the piano legs, and closed his eyes.
When he woke up in the morning, Na Chen felt severe pain in his waist and back. It took him a long time to realize that he had slept all night sitting on the floor with his legs leaning against the piano.
When I tried to stand up, my legs felt weak and my head was a little dizzy.
The breathing light on the phone thrown aside was flashing. He picked it up and took a look. There was a text message.
He rubbed his eyes and the words on the screen became clear.
The text message was sent by An He at six in the morning. It only had two words: Good morning.
He curled his lips and said, "Good morning, uncle."
It is possible to oversleep even if you are sitting on the floor. Na Chen looked at the time while washing up. Fortunately, he didn't have any class in the first period.
Although Nachen had little interest in what he was learning, he usually never missed classes and he would sit obediently in the classroom during every class.
He studied funeral technology and management, and there were basically no girls there. There were a few girls in the embalming and plastic surgery major, and they were said to be braver than boys, but I don't know how many of them will be able to choose jobs related to their majors when they graduate.
Na Chen didn't think much about his future job. Going to the crematorium was not a bad idea. He didn't care.
He had originally chosen this major only because of his father. When he saw the furious expression on the face of this man who had made him live in pain, he just wanted to laugh.
"Your level is only enough to find a job with this major." Dad finally said.
He still smiled and said nothing.
At that time, he had made up his mind that even if it was such a profession, he would do well and prove to his father that no matter what it was, as long as he was willing to do it, he could do it well.
But this opportunity will never come again.
Na Chen lay on the table with his eyes closed, feeling a little sore in his nose.
He resisted again and again, tried to prove himself again and again, but was ignored again and again, and finally lost his chance completely.
How many chances does he have to prove that he is not unwanted
Prove to whom
Who will give him a chance
His phone vibrated, and An He sent him a text message, "My friend and I have an appointment at Boiling Point tomorrow evening. Are you coming?"
OK. Nachen quickly replied.
Could this person be An He
After class at noon, he slowly walked to his car with his bag. Since he had no classes in the afternoon, he decided to go to Lei Bo's place for dinner.
When they drove to the school gate, their class monitor was standing on the side of the road, waving a rag at him. He stopped the car in front of the class monitor and asked, "How much?"
"How much?" The squad leader was stunned.
Na Chen took the rag from his hand and waved it: "Sir, come in and sit down... Isn't that what you meant?"
"I admire you," the monitor snatched the rag back and said with a smile, "This month, we will learn from Lei Feng. The class committee has tentatively decided to go to the nursing home to help clean up. Let me ask for your opinions."
"A nursing home?" Na Chen sighed, "The grandparents will get sick from being scared by us."
"How is that possible?"
"Hello, Grandpa and Grandma, we are from the Funeral Department of the Civil Affairs College... Garr!"
"What?" The squad leader looked at him blankly.
"Gaer, gaer, gaer," Nachen laughed, "three grandmas fainted from fear, and then grandpa chased us out with a broom."
"Damn!" The squad leader was amused by him. "Then let's discuss it again. If it doesn't work, we can just not tell where we are from. Do you want to join?"
"Yes, just let me know when you've set a time." Na Chen nodded and drove out of the school.
When I arrived at Lei Bo's house, I saw Ge Jianzheng parked Lei Bo's car outside the garage door of the villa. He opened the hood and was leaning over the front of the car to study it.
"Looking for treasure?" Na Chen parked the car nearby.
"Brother Lei said that this car always makes a sound of air leaking when braking. I came to take a look," Ge Jian raised his head and smiled at him, "I thought you wouldn't come over."
"I'm just sitting around doing nothing." Na Chen walked into the yard and pushed the door open to go into the house.
Lei Bo was talking on the phone. He leaned back on the sofa and turned on the speakers in Lei Bo's living room. The exciting symphony immediately filled the whole room.
Lei Bo shouted into the phone and hung up. He came over, grabbed the remote and turned off the sound: "Are you sick?"
"Yes, do you have medicine?" Na Chen smiled.
Lei Bo didn't respond and sat down on the sofa opposite him: "Did you use the drum? Is it okay?"
"Yeah, it feels really good," Na Chen nodded, "Thank you."
"Just use it as you like, don't be polite to me," Lei Bo lit a cigarette, "Don't go out to eat today, eat here."
"You?" Na Chen looked around the room, "Didn't you say you didn't want housekeeping to cook?"
"No need for the housekeeper to do it," Lei Bo exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed at him, "You do it. Aren't you good at cooking? I haven't eaten it yet."
The expression on Na Chen's face suddenly turned cold and he looked at Lei Bo without saying anything.
"I asked Ge Jian to buy some vegetables. See if you need anything else and go buy some..." Lei Bo also looked at him and said calmly.
"No," Nachen interrupted him, "I won't do it."
"Why?" Lei Bo didn't seem surprised by his refusal.
"No reason, I'm not in the mood." Na Chen took a cigarette from the coffee table and lit it. He didn't expect Lei Bo to suddenly make such a request, and he felt a little annoyed.
Lei Bo was still very calm. He put his legs on the coffee table and looked at a painting on the wall. "Not in the mood? It's okay. Tell me when you are in the mood, or... how can you be in the mood?"
"I won't do it." Na Chen said bluntly, holding a cigarette in his mouth. Lei Bo rarely acted like this, and he suddenly felt uneasy for some unknown reason.
"Then what should I do if I want to eat?" Lei Bo looked at him with a smile.
If it were any other time, Lei Bo would get angry eight out of ten times if he acted like this, but this time Lei Bo remained calm and even his tone did not change.
"Let Ge Jian do it. He can do it, too. Fried leeks and eggs." Na Chen put out his cigarette, stood up and walked to the door. "I'm leaving now."
"Then Chen," Lei Bo still sat there without moving, "How long have we known each other?"
Na Chen stopped, holding the door with his hand, and thought for a while before saying, "About five or six years."
"It's been six years to this day," Lei Bo smoked his cigarette slowly, "from the day I had you fished out of the river to now, six years."
"Yeah." Na Chen responded.
"When I think about it, time flies. You've called me Brother Lei for six years." Lei Bo smiled.
"I can also call you Uncle Lei, but you don't let me." Na Chen said.
"Don't give me any fucking shit," Lei Bo said, his voice still calm, "How have I treated you over the years?"
"Very good." Na Chen said. This was the truth. Lei Bo was indeed nice to him. Lei Bo seldom said anything about his weird temper and all the troubles he had caused in the past.
"Tell me," Lei Bo looked at the cigarette in his hand, "what do I want?"
"I don't know." Na Chen said, put down the door and turned back to stand in front of Lei Bo.
"I really don't know?" Lei Bo took a puff of cigarette and blew it on his face. "Chen, you are always very straightforward. When you talk to me, you always say what you want to say without caring how I feel about it. Why, you are not going to rush at me today?"
"You're a bit boring today." Na Chen fanned the smoke that was sprayed on his face.
"You think I'm boring now that we're in a relationship?" Lei Bo put out his cigarette, stretched, stood up, and faced him. "You've never been like this with anyone before."
"I've never been in a relationship with anyone before." Na Chen curled his lips.
"That's right," Lei Bo sighed, "It seems like he's serious this time."
"Yeah." Na Chen nodded.
"Bring him over for dinner. I want to see what kind of person can make you serious." Lei Bo picked up the remote control and turned up the music volume.
"No." Na Chen still refused straightforwardly. No matter what Lei Bo was thinking, he didn't want An He to know that he knew these people and had... or was experiencing a messy life.
"Nai Chen," Lei Bo put down the remote control, came close to him, and pinched his chin, "Do you think I'm a very loving person? I've been patient enough to play with a little kid for several years just for a call of Lei Ge?"
The author has something to say: Continue tomorrow.