An He had never been to the branch campus on the North Third Ring Road. He walked around the North Third Ring Road several times before he found the branch campus at the end of a fork in the road. The area was not small, but the facade was not conspicuous. He looked at it several times at the intersection but did not notice the gate.
He parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and slowly walked to the edge of the flower bed outside the school gate and sat down.
The appointment is at four o'clock, and there are still ten minutes left.
Today is Saturday and there are few students in school.
Occasionally, one or two people would come out and stare at him curiously. Perhaps it was because of the special nature of his major, and they would find it strange to see someone sitting at the gate of a campus that only taught funeral services.
An He hesitated whether to go back to the car and wait or continue sitting here, it was cold. But in the end he didn't move, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, it was already four o'clock.
After sitting there for nearly ten minutes, An He finished his cigarette, put it out on the ground and threw it into a trash can more than two meters away from him. Had he been tricked
Just when I was about to take out my cell phone to make a call, someone walked out of the school gate.
An He took a look and saw that the man was wearing loose gray sweatpants and a black down jacket. He had long legs and a ski hat on his head which was pulled very low. Because he was still some distance away, An He couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could only judge that his skin was quite white.
The man walked out of the school gate, stopped, glanced in his direction, and slowly walked towards him.
An He guessed it was him and stood up.
The man walked a little lazily, and An He stood there with his hands in his pockets patiently waiting for him.
After getting closer, An He saw his appearance clearly. He was about the same height as himself. Although he was not wearing any makeup, his eyes and straight nose remained the same.
"I thought you didn't dare to come." He walked in front of An He, raised the corners of his mouth, a smile flashed across his face, and his expression returned to normal.
"Why wouldn't you be afraid to come to school?" An He smiled. This person looked very different with or without makeup. There was a clear line between being pretty and handsome.
“Unlucky.”
"I don't believe this," Angel pulled his collar and remembered that he hadn't asked him his name yet, so he asked, "What's your last name?"
The man looked up at him and said, "Then."
"Then?" An He was stunned. "Where?"
"… Then," he frowned, "Naka Chen, your last name is Na, you are illiterate?"
An He smiled. He indeed didn't react, but this Na Chen seemed to have a bad temper, and An He felt a little unhappy.
"What's your last name?" He pointed at his car parked on the side of the road and said, "My car has the same last name, Luxgen. Is your nickname also Daqi?"
Na Chen smiled, but this time the smile didn't just flash by. Instead, it started from the corner of his mouth and spread all the way to his face. An He even saw a shallow dimple on his right cheek.
But before An He could finish sighing in his heart about how beautiful this smile was, the smile on Na Chen's face suddenly disappeared, his eyes turned cold, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the school gate.
An He stood still. This man had a bit of a strange temper, but based on the principle of "it's impolite not to return the favor", he said to Na Chen's back: "My name is An He."
He didn't wait for Na Chen's response. He turned around, walked back to his car, opened the door and got in.
He started the engine and was about to drive away, but when he looked up, he found that Na Chen was standing in front of his car without him knowing when.
An He was startled, lowered the window and stuck his head out: "What's going on?"
"I'll treat you to a meal." Na Chen said, walked over, opened the passenger door and sat down, leaning his head against the back of the chair and looking forward.
"Okay," An He said without further ado, and turned the car around and drove towards the intersection. "Where are we going?"
"Yayuan." Na Chen said.
An He turned his head and looked at him. Ya Yuan was a high-end private restaurant that was open three days a week and only had six tables a day. It took half a year to make a reservation for a meal. An He had never been there.
Lin Ruoxue went there with someone to have a meal. She said there were small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and towers, and they listened to operas and folk songs and ate dishes that they couldn't understand what they were.
"We poor people always take small steps when we go out after a meal..." Lin Ruoxue concluded.
"Let's go to another place. Besides, you need to make an appointment for that place." An He stopped the car at the intersection and waited for Na Chen to change the location.
Although he knew that Na Chen drove a Bombardier worth more than 300,000 yuan, and that for someone who could spend that much money on a motorcycle, having a meal at Yayuan was nothing, he was just a student after all.
Na Chen didn't say anything. He just stared out the window in silence, as if he was thinking about where to go. After a while, he turned his head and looked at An He: "Why are you stopping here?"
An He was confused by his question and almost wanted to answer that he didn't know: "Aren't you waiting for you to tell me where to go?"
"Yayuan," Nachen said, "turn right and drive along the Third Ring Road."
An He wanted to ask if you were hard of hearing, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Na Chen said, "I don't need an appointment to go there."
It seems that he is not hard of hearing. An He didn't say anything else. He drove out of the intersection and turned right to drive towards Yayuan. Just go, just take some small steps, and come back when there is a chance.
Yayuan was a large courtyard with a closed gate. Na Chen went over and opened the door. An He followed him in. As soon as he stepped in, he heard a voice from the side: "Congratulations on your wealth and success. Congratulations on your wealth and success."
An He turned to look. There were two gray-green macaws standing on a black wooden shelf at the door. They tilted their heads and called at them. When they saw An He turned to look at them, one of them moved sideways on the shelf and said, "Please come in, dear guest."
A little girl came up from the side and smiled at Chen: "Good afternoon, Master Chen."
"Is Uncle Luo here?" Na Chen asked.
"Yes," the girl replied, and then smiled at An He and asked, "Good afternoon, sir. What's your name?"
"No need to ask for your surname An." An He also smiled. Young Master? Not pretentious enough.
The little girl was quite polite. She bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Please follow me."
Yayuan is decorated in a very romantic way. The yard is full of small and exquisite rocks and green plants, which cleverly hide the road leading to the inner courtyard. When you turn a corner, you may not be able to see the person in front of you, giving a feeling of a winding path leading to a secluded place.
An He walked inside along the bluestone path and felt that the width of the stone slabs was not designed properly. Taking a step and a half grid made him feel like he was twisting his waist, while taking a step and a grid made him feel like he was jumping and marching, which was too cheerful.
However, after walking a few steps, he saw words engraved on a stone slab. It was difficult to bend down to see what the words were, but he estimated that it was an old bluestone slab, so he was reluctant to cut it according to a more reasonable step distance.
After turning into the inner courtyard, An He heard faint music. After listening carefully, he found that someone was singing with a very melodious voice.
After walking around a rockery, he saw an exquisite small stage in the inner courtyard. The people on the stage were dressed very formally and were singing. An He had no idea about Peking Opera, but it was wonderful to watch and listen to.
The little girl brought them to a house. There were several houses in the yard, but An He couldn't see clearly because there were flowers and stones between each house to block the view. After entering the house, he couldn't tell whether there were other guests.
In addition to the exquisite tables and chairs, there were many other things in the room. There was also a bookcase against the wall, which was filled with thread-bound books. An He did not go to take a look, and did not know whether it was real or fake.
"I'll go call Mr. Luo over." The girl made tea for them and then walked out the door.
"No need, he's busy right now," Na Chen sat down by the window, looking at the stage outside, "Just have a meal, no need to invite him."
"Okay." The little girl closed the door and went out.
An He sat on the chair facing the window. The room was warm, but there was no radiator.
Na Chen didn't seem to want to speak, and An He didn't say anything either. He felt that this man had an indescribable feeling. Cold or careless were not accurate. An He couldn't find an adjective.
But it's quite interesting.
"What's being sung?" An He took the cup and took a sip of tea, then asked casually.
"The genital sac." Na Chen leaned back in the chair, resting his arms on the armrests, and looked at An He with his fingers on his forehead.
An He was a little surprised: "You're listening to opera?"
"Yeah." Na Chen didn't move, just kept looking at him with his head tilted.
"I thought you should listen to rock music." An He smiled. He didn't feel uncomfortable being stared at like that. He was used to being stared at during class.
"Yes."
There was a long silence after the conversation. An He did not try to find another topic and just leaned back in his chair to listen to the show.
He had never listened to opera and had no interest in it, but now he felt it was quite enjoyable to listen to it in this environment.
There was no music in his home when he was young, let alone opera. The thing he heard most from childhood to adulthood was the sound of mahjong shuffling, which echoed from morning to night, and from night to morning in the smoke-filled living room. In the first month of living on campus in college, he even suffered from insomnia because he could not hear the sound of mahjong.
His mother has no interest in music, so when he started learning the piano, she was quite unhappy and said it was a waste of money. He might as well use that spare money to play more cards with her.
"Why do you want my phone number?" Na Chen suddenly asked.
An He smiled, hesitated for a while, and then said, "You performed at Boiling Point that day, and I thought the drummer was a girl."
"Really?" Na Chen narrowed his eyes.
The disdain in Na Chen's eyes lasted only for a moment, but An He still saw it. However, he was not surprised by this reaction. His ex-boyfriend once pointed at his nose and scolded him, "An He, what I despise most is bi."
"Well," An He slowly turned the teacup, "you look handsome when you play the drums."
Na Chen didn't say anything and closed his eyes. After a while, he suddenly leaned back and began to sing slowly along with the tune outside: "Outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, the wind and rain are raging..."
An He was pouring tea. When he heard his voice, his hands trembled and he quickly put down the pot.
Na Chen closed his eyes and continued to sing: "Where is the sad voice breaking the loneliness..."
An He did not interrupt him. He wanted to laugh at first. He had subconsciously classified Na Chen as an alternative rock youth. It felt out of place to hear him suddenly start singing.
But after Chen finished singing these two lines, he sat back in his chair and listened quietly.
Na Chen did not deliberately squeeze his throat, he just sang straightforwardly with his slightly hoarse natural voice, but every word and sentence was full of charm, and the rhymed lines were not wrong at all.
After a few words, An He stared at his profile against the light in a trance, and he didn't even notice when Na Chen stopped.
"Does it sound good?" Na Chen turned around and asked.
"Have you learned it?" Although An He didn't listen to opera, he had some idea about it. It's not difficult to sing, but it's not easy to sing with that flavor. Na Chen's level must be at least top-notch among amateur opera fans.
Na Chen smiled and said, "My mother loves to sing."
This was the first time that An He saw Na Chen smile without any other emotions. It was quite sunny.
Na Chen didn't order any food, and no one came to ask them to order. An He took a few bites of the snacks on the table, which were quite delicious. In fact, he really wanted to ask Na Chen, "Did you forget to order any food?"
Although he never had a fixed time for meals, he still looked forward to eating the private dishes that would make him "walk in small steps".
When he was finishing the third piece of biscuit, there was a polite knock on the door, and then a line of pretty girls came in, carrying trays, and walked around the table one by one. After they politely left, there were four dishes and a pot of soup on the table, and the bowls, chopsticks, plates, cups and everything else were already laid out.
An He didn't have any particular preference for food, but the dishes on this table were so delicious that he immediately felt hungry after the waiter left.
Anhe could basically recognize the dishes on the table: a plate of temptingly colored braised pork, a fish fried to a light golden color and full of fragrance, a plate of beautifully green celery, a plate of fried meat slices of unknown origin, and a pot of wild mushroom soup.
The portion is not big, just right for two people.
The waiter left without saying a word, without announcing the name of the dish or serving the soup. An He could only ask Na Chen, "What are these dishes called?"
"No name," Na Chen served him the soup. "The meat dishes are called Yayuan 13579 or something like that, and the vegetarian dishes are called Yayuan 24680. There are only a few of them a day. If you don't order, you can eat whatever you want."
"Oh," An He sighed in his heart and took the bowl of soup handed over by Na Chen, "Thank you."
Na Chen spoke very little and was completely silent while eating. An He didn't feel uncomfortable at all and just focused on eating.
Although everyone was talking animatedly when he was eating with Lin Ruoxue and the others, most of the time he ate alone and it didn't feel like anything if he didn't talk.
Besides, he had nothing to talk about with Na Chen.
The food is delicious, and the environment is so nice, even if it's silent the whole time.
When the two macaws walked out of the Elegant Garden with the calls of "Farewell, distinguished guests", although An He did not take small steps on the stage as Lin Ruoxue had said, it was still a memorable experience.
"Thank you for today. I haven't had such delicious food for a long time." After An He started the car, he looked at Na Chen who was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, "I'll take you back to school."
It's not that he is not interested in Chen because he is really good-looking, but this person's personality is really not compatible with his. He doesn't even have the idea of suggesting that they go sit down somewhere else.
"Well," Na Chen opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him, "You don't have to be so polite. I can't beat you up in vain... Actually, I just want to find someone to have dinner with me."
An He smiled, and inexplicably felt that Na Chen's words revealed a hint of helplessness, but looking at his expression it seemed that was not the case.
He didn't think about it any further. It was enough to wonder what his students were thinking every day.
After the car turned into the small road leading to Nachen's school, it was already completely dark. An He discovered that there were no street lights on this road. It was a road only sprinkled with moonlight leading to the school gate, and it looked a little deserted.
"The street light is broken," Na Chen probably saw his confusion and said, "Even if we replace the light, it will be broken by someone, so no one is repairing it now."
"Break it?" An He was stunned. "To create an atmosphere."
"Who knows," Na Chen knocked on the car window, "Why don't you stop here and I'll walk over."
"These two hundred meters are not a big deal." An He turned on the headlights and drove the car to the school gate without stopping.
"Thanks." Na Chen opened the car door and jumped out.
"You're welcome." An He suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He found that Na Chen did not turn around and leave after getting off the car, but leaned against the car door and looked at him.
After he and Na Chen looked at each other for a while, he simply turned off the car: "What's wrong?"
"Does it hurt?" Na Chen asked him.
"What?" An He didn't understand what he meant at first. It took him two seconds to react, "It's okay. It won't hurt if I don't move."
Na Chen thought about it, got into the car again, pulled An He's hand, took out a pen from somewhere, and wrote a string of numbers on the back of his hand.
Na Chen's hands were very warm, and probably due to playing drums, their palms were a little rough, but this grip made An He's heart tremble slightly, and it was an indescribable soothing feeling.
"What is this?" An He looked at the number on his hand.
"This is my QQ number. You can find me if you feel like going to the hospital." Na Chen said.
"I have your phone number." An He reminded him.
"I may not answer the phone," Na Chen jumped out of the car again and added as he closed the door, "I hate answering the phone."
It was almost ten o'clock when An He returned to the community. On the way, he went to the supermarket and bought instant noodles, instant rice and instant noodles for next week.
Carrying two large bags in his hands made him feel pain in his ribs and back. He had never realized that carrying something in his hands required the use of strength from both the chest and back.
After entering the room, he took off all his clothes in the bathroom and saw that the bruises from the morning had become darker, some dark red, and seemed to have grown in size.
He copied Na Chen's Q number on the calendar in the living room, and then found that the string of numbers was written with a ballpoint pen. Even after rubbing with hand sanitizer for a long time, it was still clearly visible on his hand, like a barcode.
Finally I turned on the computer and checked online and finally used olive oil to rub it off.
An He never added that QQ number. His interest in Na Chen was dampened by Na Chen's personality that was somewhat incompatible with his own. Besides, when Na Chen left his QQ number, he said that if he needed to go to the hospital, he could find him. It sounded like there was no need to add him, so he was too lazy to add him.
Even if his injuries were serious and he couldn't be cured, no, even if his injuries got worse and he needed to go to the hospital, he didn't plan to look for Na Chen.
Fortunately, after sleeping for a day and a night at home, the pain was gone. Then, the injury slowly recovered with visible changes every day. After more than half a month, there were basically no problems.
There are a lot of things to do at the end of the year, such as exams, home visits, and summaries. An He is very busy every day, but this busyness can't drive away the emptiness and loneliness in his heart. Before New Year's Day, when he saw the shopping cards and gift certificates sent by students' parents, he could see a lot of loneliness.
New Year's Day passed by uneventfully. On that day, Lin Ruoxue organized a gathering for all the lonely men, young and old, as usual. An He joined in the fun all night, but when he came back, he still felt empty and lost inside. Moreover, masturbation was completely ineffective. Even though his hands and waist were sore from masturbation, it was just soreness in his hands and waist.
After that, he couldn't get over this feeling for several days.
After watching "Silent Hill" for who knows how many times, An He stood up and looked at his mobile phone. It was not yet twelve o'clock. He felt sleepy, but did not want to sleep.
He took the new calendar, opened it and looked at it, intending to replace it.
He usually uses the computer to check the date. If the computer is not on, he uses his mobile phone. He will not look at the calendar on the wall except once every few months when he remembers to look at it. But he must hang the calendar. Looking at the numbers arranged in the grid one by one, he gets a kind of self-abuse pleasure.
Although the days have not changed much, they are still going on day by day. No matter whether your life is meaningful or not, worth it or not, whether you regret it or not, whether it is too late or too late, there will always be a day when your life will end.
When he took the old calendar down from the wall, he saw the string of numbers he had written on it, Nachen's Q number.
It has been almost a month, and he has not contacted Na Chen again, and Na Chen has not contacted him again.
When he suddenly saw this string of numbers, An He felt as if a long time had passed. After hesitating for a moment, he tore off the piece with the number written on it.
He was thinking that since someone invited him to dinner at Yayuan, he had to treat him back.
After changing the calendar, he sat down in front of the computer and opened q.
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An He looked at the nickname and was speechless for a long time. He searched it twice again before making sure that this was not the number of some stupid student of his who was added by mistake.