Na Chen didn't say anything, and the uneasiness in his heart suddenly expanded. >Yawen Bar＿w·w`w`.`y·a=w=e=n=8
Lei Bo had a bad temper, and few of his subordinates had not been beaten by him. When he got angry, even Ge Jian, who had followed him for many years and whom he regarded as a half-confidant, would be slapped in the face.
But this time it was different. The light flashing in Lei Bo's eyes was something Na Chen had never seen before. In addition to the suppressed anger, there was more of a ruthlessness that made him feel cold in his heart.
"Why did you follow me in the first place?" Lei Bo looked at him, a hint of chilliness emanating from his calm expression.
"You saved me," Na Chen stood straight and looked into Lei Bo's eyes, "If you hadn't come..."
"Your arm is broken, right?" Lei Bo said.
"Yes." Na Chen replied. If Tian Lei Bo had not come, the axe would have fallen into his hands.
"Really?" Lei Bo smiled, turned around and took two slow steps. "Really?"
"Really?" He turned around suddenly, raised his leg and kicked Na Chen hard in the stomach.
Na Chen didn't expect that Lei Bo, who had never touched him even when he was so angry that he smashed everything in the office, would suddenly take action.
He didn't have time to dodge before Lei Bo kicked him hard in the stomach. His breathing stopped with the sudden pain, and his body slammed back against the wall.
"Is that why?" Lei Bo kicked the same spot again.
Na Chen's eyes went dark, and he knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands and gasping for breath.
This was the key point Lei Bo had taught him. When fighting, if possible, each strike should be made at the same spot. The accumulated pain could make a person lose the ability to fight back within a few seconds.
"Are you going to repay me, Xiao Chenchen?" Lei Bo walked up to him, squatted down, and grabbed his collar. "Have you seen too much?"
"What else?" Na Chen frowned, put his hand on his stomach, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Na Chen," Lei Bo grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall, "You knew what I wanted from the first day. You knew it when I asked Ge Jian to find you. You know how I treated you over the years, and you also know why I treated you like this."
"I think of you as my brother," Na Chen bit his lip, his voice a little hoarse, and the pain in his stomach had not yet subsided, "You know this too."
"Brother?" Lei Bo sneered, "Just brother? Don't you regard me as your father? What your father can't give you, I will give you, right?"
Na Chen glanced at him, and Lei Bo's words hit him hard.
Lei Bo smiled and spoke slowly, "Because your father doesn't think highly of you, you are just trash to him. No, you are not even trash. You are just a piece of air. He can't even see you. No matter you are good or bad, outrageous or extraordinary, he doesn't feel anything..."
"Shut up!" Na Chen yelled, pulling away Lei Bo's hand that was grabbing his collar, and slamming his elbow into Lei Bo's throat, "Shut up!"
Lei Bo was knocked back two steps by him and almost fell down. He stood up while holding his neck.
"Shut up!" Na Chen stood against the wall and pointed at him, "It's not your turn to talk to me like this!"
"It's not my turn to say it? I just haven't been willing to say it!" Lei Bo picked up a chair and swung it over, "Then who the hell can say it? The person you're dating?"
The chair brushed Na Chen's face and hit the wall next to his head, then bounced back and landed on the floor, leaving a small dent in the wooden floor. >﹍雅﹏文吧ww·w`.-y=a`we·n8
Na Chen felt some pain and itchiness on his face, so he raised his hand and touched it, and found blood.
There was a knock on the door, and Ge Jian's voice came from outside the door: "Brother Lei."
"Get out!" Lei Bo yelled towards the door.
Ge Jian was silent for two seconds, then he opened the door with the key: "Brother Lei, the noise is too loud..."
"I told you to get out, can't you hear me?" Lei Bo pointed at him.
"He's just being childish and having a temper. Why are you getting mad at him?" Ge Jian smiled and went over to pull Na Chen out the door. "Go away now. Don't be an eyesore here."
Lei Bo's voice suddenly turned cold: "Ge Jian, are you tired of living?"
Ge Jian stopped, his smile a little stiff: "...Brother Lei, you still don't know him after all these years."
"Get out of here! Don't make me say it for the third time," Lei Bo sat on the sofa, took out a large axe from the bottom of the coffee table and placed it on the coffee table, "or you can just stay here."
Ge Jian wanted to say something, but Na Chen pushed him out of the door and locked it.
After standing in front of the door for a while, Na Chen turned around and walked back to Lei Bo.
"Brother Lei," he slowly squatted down, kneeled on one leg on the ground, and rolled up his sleeves, "One arm, right?"
Lei Bo glanced at him and said nothing.
He put his arm on the coffee table, took the knife next to him, and raised it up suddenly: "I'll give it back to you."
As the knife was falling fiercely, Lei Bo jumped up and kicked him on the wrist.
Na Chen's hand trembled and he failed to cut his own hand. The knife slipped away and left a deep cut on his arm.
Lei Bo snatched the knife from his hand and threw it aside.
The knife fell to the ground with a loud clang, which was sudden and shocking.
It took a long time for the blood to slowly flow out, staining the pale knife wound red.
Lei Bo lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly until blood dripped from Na Chen's arm onto the coffee table. Then he said, "Very cruel, are you serious?"
Na Chen said nothing, half-knelt beside the coffee table without moving.
"You only owe me an arm?" Lei Bo smiled. "If I hadn't gone, not to mention this arm, it's hard to say whether your life is still yours. You must know who you have offended."
"Do you want my life?" Na Chen narrowed his eyes, with an obvious smile on the corner of his mouth.
"No, I can't bear to do it now." Lei Bo got up and went upstairs. After a while, he came down with a medicine box and threw it in front of Na Chen. "Wrap it yourself."
Na Chen didn't move. Blood continued to seep out of the wound, bringing with it a subtle warmth that gave him a strange sense of pleasure.
"Na Chen," Lei Bo leaned back on the sofa, holding a cigarette in his mouth. The lighter was lit and the flame was dancing. "Sometimes I think, if you were not you, everything would be solved."
"I am not myself?" Na Chen smiled, "I didn't know who I was in the first place."
"You are different from others. You are not short of money, and you don't want to follow anyone." Lei Bo looked at the flames. "What do I have? I give you money, and I protect you when you get into trouble. If it were someone else, I would be in bed in the morning, but what about you?"
Na Chen didn't say anything. Lei Bo had many bedmates, changing all day long. Ge Jian would find someone for him whenever he had nothing to do. He once thought that maybe he and Lei Bo would just end up like this.
Lei Bo shook the lighter lightly, the lid closed, and the flame went out. He stood up, grabbed Na Chen's arm and threw him onto the sofa, with his knees pressing on Na Chen's stomach.
Na Chen frowned.
"I can also use force," Lei Bo bent down and stared at him, "No matter how stubborn or arrogant you are, you are just a child. If I really do something to you, you can only grit your teeth and bear it."
"But I can't bear to do that. I just want to be nice to you. I'll give you everything you want. Don't you always feel that no one likes you? Don't you always feel that no one feels anything without you?" Lei Bo's strength on his knees increased little by little, and Na Chen's breathing became a little labored. He reached out and brushed Na Chen's hair off his forehead. "I'm here. I like you. I want you. Why don't you care about me anymore?"
"You are more naive than me." Na Chen suddenly laughed and couldn't stop laughing while panting.
"Naka, Chen, you can have fun, and it's okay for you to sleep with others. I don't care," Lei Bo grabbed his arm and twisted it, "but don't tell me you're serious or in love. Don't even think about it."
The pain of the wound being rubbed and tightened made Na Chen close his eyes.
"You'd better be quick and cut off all ties with your teacher from No. 18 Middle School. I don't want to do anything to you now, but he..."
"Lei Bo, fuck your ancestors." Na Chen opened his eyes, looked at him and said coldly.
"This is the first time I hear you swear," Lei Bo smiled, "If you don't believe it, try it."
Na Chen was late.
An He was sitting in the boiling point chatting with Lin Ruoxue and her group. He originally asked Na Chen to find him and come together, but Na Chen said he would come by himself, but the appointment was for ten o'clock, and it was already eleven o'clock, and Na Chen still hadn't arrived.
When he took out his phone to check the time for the third time, Lin Ruoxue leaned over and said with a smile, “You’re feeling uneasy, Anzi.”
It was very noisy all around, and the music was so loud that the cup in his hand was shaking a little. An He leaned close to Lin Ruoxue's ear and shouted, "I'm going to go out and make a phone call."
Lin Ruoxue smiled and made an OK gesture with her hand.
An He walked out of the Boiling Point gate with his cell phone and dialed Na Chen's number.
He had sent two text messages to Na Chen before but received no response. Now he called him but Na Chen didn't answer either.
After the call was disconnected, An He frowned and felt a little annoyed.
The workload increased this week and the previous classes were not adjusted. He has been very busy for several days in a row. He even went to school in the morning on Saturday and talked to a student whose parents were divorced and wanted to commit suicide. When he came out of the office, he felt a tightness in his chest.
He just wanted to relax at night. Although he was not as exaggerated and straightforward as Na Chen, he still wanted to stay with Na Chen for a while, talk and drink.
But now Na Chen didn't know what was wrong with him. He was already feeling depressed due to the pressure and couldn't even crawl properly with his limping legs.
After hearing the dial tone three times at the door, An He put the phone back in his pocket and turned to walk inside.
Pull the ball down!
As soon as I stepped onto the steps at the entrance of Boiling Point, I heard a roar behind me.
An He was very familiar with this voice. He turned around and saw Na Chen's Bombardier parked on the street behind him.
This scene brought him back to the moment when he first saw Na Chen and his car. Just like that day, he stopped and watched Na Chen park the car in the parking space and walk towards him, but today he was not at Ye Ge.
"Why don't you..." Before An He could finish his words, Chen Yi stretched out his arm and put it around his shoulders, leading him to the stairs.
"Answer the phone?" An He said the second half of the sentence after he reached the top of the stairs.
Na Chen didn't say anything. He hugged him into the Boiling Point and didn't ask him where the table was. He just half pushed and half pulled him to the bathroom. An He was confused by him. There were people crowding around him, so he didn't have time to ask in detail.
It was not until Nachen pulled him into the bathroom and hugged him that An He suddenly came back to his senses: "What are you doing?"
"Don't talk." Na Chen hugged him, buried his face in his shoulder, and spoke in a muffled voice.
"I'll just say this," An He whispered, turning his head to look around the bathroom, "Classmate, this is Boiling Point, not Ye Ge!"
"What's wrong with Boiling Point?" Na Chen raised his head and looked at him, his arms still tightly around him.
Just as An He was about to speak, someone walked in with his head down, zipping up his pants as he walked. When he looked up and saw the two of them, he was stunned. After a while, he turned around and quickly walked out of the bathroom.
"Did you see that? That's it," An He pushed him, "You're just here for the night, but you come in and see two men hugging each other and nod your head to continue peeing... What's wrong with your face?"
Na Chen let go of him, walked to the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, took out a Band-Aid from his pocket and put it on his face: "I forgot to put it on."
"I didn't ask you this, I asked you where the injury came from?" An He moved closer to him and stared at his face.
"I fell during morning exercise." Na Chen smiled, gave him a quick kiss on the mouth, turned around and walked towards the toilet door.
"Bullshit," An He grabbed him and said, "Did you do the morning exercises at the zoo? Did you do Tai Chi with the bears? You fell during the last morning exercise, and you fell again this time. The blind bear is really ruthless!"
"Is it okay if I don't ask?" Na Chen said, and walked out of the toilet quickly. "Where are you sitting?"
"Did they fight?" An He asked again as he walked him towards their table.
"No." Na Chen replied.
An He wanted to say something, but Lin Ruoxue at the table had already seen them and waved: "Here!"
An He smiled and walked over: "Excuse me, my friend, Na Chen."
"This isn't the first time we've met," Lin Ruoxue nodded with a smile, and then said to Liu Jiang and the others, "Do you remember the drummer of Birdman?"
"I've heard a lot about you. I just heard what An He said," Liang Zhibin poured a glass of wine, "Come on, let's take a taxi back tonight."
Na Chen took the glass and drank the wine, then listened to An He introducing several friends to him, then sat next to An He and stopped talking.
An He's friends all looked serious, but they were not as polite as Birdman's gang when they played. They made noises and forced others to drink, and had a lot of fun playing all kinds of games.
Na Chen had a smile on his face as he watched them making noises. An He's face looked a little tired, probably because he was tired, but he was still having a lot of fun.
"Have you eaten?" An He played two rounds of dice, drank a sip of wine, and leaned against Na Chen. Liu Jiang didn't bring Lu Ye with him today, so he didn't have to worry about what happened between him and Na Chen. "Do you want to order some shortbread? I think their shortbread is especially delicious."
"I'll make it for you when I have time," Na Chen grabbed his hand and placed it on his leg, squeezing it gently, "My cooking tastes better."
"Didn't you say that making shortbread is troublesome?" An He smiled.
"It's not a problem. I just didn't have enough time last time. I will do it for you tomorrow." Na Chen turned his head and looked at him.
An He could feel that Na Chen was in a bad mood all night. Although he didn't talk much to others, he didn't almost never speak.
But Na Chen seemed unwilling to say it, and he didn't intend to ask more questions in such an occasion, so he patted Na Chen's arm and said, "Okay, I'll wait for the food."
Na Chen pulled his arm lightly and soon relaxed it, but An He suddenly felt something was wrong. When he was about to touch his arm again, Na Chen raised his hand and hugged his shoulders.
An He quickly sat up straight, reached back and held Na Chen's hand, and quickly opened his sleeves with his fingers.
Na Chen pulled his hand back suddenly, but An He still saw a corner of white bandage in the flickering light.
"What's wrong with you?" he couldn't help but whisper.
Na Chen didn't say anything, just pulled his sleeves, took the glass and took a sip of wine.
"That Chen," An He sighed, "Can you not be like this? Tell me what's wrong. You're already injured like this."
"I fell off my car while racing yesterday," Na Chen touched his arm, "I've fallen off often before, it's nothing, don't worry..."
"I told you to stop speeding!" An He was annoyed, a little distressed, and more anxious, "Can you not be so crazy?"
"I haven't played like this for a long time." Na Chen bit his lip.
"I haven't played for a long time, so I want to have a good time by falling down?" An He roared.
Lin Ruoxue, who was sitting on the side, turned her head to look at the two of them and raised the glass in her hand: "Then Chen, come and have a drink with me."
Na Chen poured himself some wine, clinked glasses with Lin Ruoxue, and drank it all in one gulp.
Lin Ruoxue also drank the wine in one gulp: "It's great! Let's have fun tonight. Drink up any unhappiness or dissatisfaction. If you can't drink it down, spit it out!"
Na Chen smiled, and An He didn't say anything else. He knew that Lin Ruoxue was saying this to him.
He took a grape from the fruit plate and stuffed it into Na Chen's mouth. He was a little emotionally unstable, otherwise he would never have lost face for Na Chen in front of his friends. Fortunately, Liu Jiang and the others were shouting loudly and did not notice the movement here.
"Don't worry." Na Chen bit the grape, leaned towards him and whispered.
"How can I not be worried?" An He glanced at him, "When you get crazy, who knows what you've done."
Na Chen came over and rubbed the grape in his mouth against his face, then ate it.
"Is it delicious? Is it salty enough?" An He smiled. He never got angry whenever Na Chen treated him like this.
"Yeah, almost," Na Chen smiled and licked his face quickly, "People who are raised with seasoning packets are more flavorful."
"Get lost." An He wiped his face, leaned back on the sofa and watched the changing light on Na Chen's face.
Every color is beautiful and dazzling.
But which one is Na Chen's original color
The author has something to say: Let's have some small, small, small twists and turns.
To be continued tomorrow.
By the way, thank you to the kids who threw bombs at me. I have a lot of messages left but didn’t reply. Now I am lazy and jump to reply, so I quietly skipped the messages that were automatically thrown at me...