After coming out of the boiling point, the group of people took taxis and dispersed.
It wasn't too late, just before one o'clock, and the bar street was still quite lively. An He stood on the street, waiting for Na Chen to move the car out and park in the parking lot.
He looked around vigilantly. Although he had been here for several years and had only met a student once, that one time was enough for him.
Na Chen straddled the car and slowly slid to his side: "Wait for me."
An He nodded and glanced at him. When he was about to park the car, An He suddenly reached out and pressed the handlebars: "Did you fall yesterday?"
"Yeah." Na Chen responded.
An He looked at his face, was silent for a while, and then let go: "Go and park the car."
Watching Na Chen drive the car into the parking lot across the road, An He lit a cigarette, squatted on the side of the road, and sighed deeply.
There were no signs of a crash on Na Chen's car, no scratches, no paint peeling. If it had just crashed yesterday, based on the time Na Chen had been racing, even if it had really crashed, it would have been impossible for him to restore the car to its original condition within a day.
He didn't know whether Na Chen went racing, but even if he did, he definitely didn't fall.
As for the injuries on his face and arms, Na Chen refused to tell the truth, and he no longer had the intention to ask further.
He can endure his irritability and depression to counsel students who need his help, he can spend energy and effort to analyze their psychology, and patiently resolve their resistance bit by bit...
But those are students, that's his job, not Chen's.
According to their current relationship, Na Chen is his boyfriend, the person he wants to relax and have fun with outside of work.
When two people are "in love", they need to analyze from time to time, explore and sort out things carefully. This kind of interaction makes him feel tired, and Na Chen has never been able to make him feel at ease.
"Are you cold?" Na Chen came out of the parking lot, ran across the street, and squatted beside him.
"I don't feel anything." An He put out the cigarette on the ground and flicked it into the trash can beside him. He turned to look at Na Chen, "You..."
"I'll go to your place," Na Chen answered quickly, and after a pause added, "Okay?"
"Yeah." An He stood up and called a taxi.
Before the car arrived, Na Chen had already fallen asleep leaning on the back seat.
An He was also very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep in the car, so he could only stare out the window, hoping to arrive quickly so that he could fall onto the bed and sleep soundly.
In order to distract himself from sleepiness, he looked at Na Chen's face in the flickering light of the street lights outside the car window. Na Chen looked like he had not rested well, and his complexion was not as bright as usual.
He moved closer and saw a faint bluish-gray color under Na Chen's eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for several days.
When passing the intersection, a battery-powered vehicle suddenly cut in diagonally, and the driver suddenly stepped on the brakes. An He's body rushed forward due to inertia, and when he was thrown back to the chair, his forehead hit Na Chen's nose. >﹍雅﹏文吧ww·w`.-y=a`we·n8
"Ah—" Na Chen was startled in his sleep and screamed while covering his nose.
"Where did you hit your forehead?" An He pressed his forehead.
"My handsome nose," Na Chen covered his nose, frowned and touched An He's forehead. After touching it twice, he suddenly shouted again, "Oh my God! Why is it concave!"
"What?" An He was very surprised. He touched his forehead for a long time but couldn't find the dent.
Nachen covered his nose and couldn't stop laughing, leaning against the seat and laughing.
"Shit," An He also laughed. He was so sleepy that he could be fooled. He rubbed his forehead and glanced at Na Chen. His smile slowly disappeared. He stared at Na Chen's hand covering his nose, "Is it bleeding?"
"Huh?" Na Chen was stunned. After two seconds, he nervously put his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it.
Only when he saw that he had nothing in his hand did he react. The two of them laughed for a long time in the back seat as if they had taken crazy drugs. The driver looked at them several times in the rearview mirror.
"The driver must think we are idiots." Na Chen leaned close to An He and whispered in his ear.
"He is quite disabled, or he is just drunk and mentally retarded." An He nodded.
Na Chen took a tissue from his pocket and wiped his nose: "There's no bleeding, but you made your nose snot come out."
"Are you disgusting?" An He looked at him sideways.
"Uncle," Na Chen continued in a low voice, "you knocked me so hard that my nose burst. How are you going to compensate me?"
"Do you want me to help you blow your hair?" An He asked seriously.
"Make it up to me tonight." Na Chen said with a smile.
"Can you please spare me?" An He sighed. He was tired, sleepy and dizzy. He just wanted to sleep.
"You..." Na Chen's arm went around his waist and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to collect the money?"
An He smiled and said, "I won't collect it today. My condition is not good enough today. It is very likely that I will be cheated by the debtor after collecting half of it."
Na Chen sighed, "Old thing."
An He didn't say anything else. It wasn't that he didn't want to collect the debt, he had collected it several times in his dreams. It was just that he was in a bad mood today. Although he was laughing and joking with Na Chen, there was always something stuck in his heart, as if he was hanging in the air and couldn't land. This feeling really affected his mood.
Na Chen didn't say anything else, just staring out the window in a daze.
An He glanced at him. If he was not in good shape today because of Na Chen, then who was Na Chen not in good shape because of, and what was the reason
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, not knowing.
When An He opened the door and entered the house, he glanced at the clock. It was half past one.
"I'll take a shower first." He went into the bedroom and got out pajamas, and then got another set for Na Chen. He found that in just a short while, Na Chen didn't even take off his coat. He fell asleep again on the sofa in the living room, with his hands hanging on the floor.
An He went back to the bedroom, got a small blanket to cover him, and went into the bathroom.
Normally, if he is tired, he will take a bath and occasionally take a nap in the bathtub for a few minutes, but today he came out right after taking a shower.
Na Chen was still sleeping, and he seemed to be sleeping very deeply, with his brows furrowed and his hands clenched into fists on his chest.
An He went over and sat down next to Na Chen, squeezing his hand: "Da Qi?"
Na Chen didn't move, his hands were still clenched tightly.
When making a fist, unconsciously wrapping the thumb in the palm is often a sign of insecurity. An He patted Na Chen's face and said, "Go to bed, you'll catch a cold."
Na Chen snorted softly, moved his arms on the sofa, opened his eyes a little, and looked at him blankly: "Are you done washing?"
"Well, do you want to take a shower? If not, just go to bed. It's almost two o'clock." An He yawned.
"I'll take a shower. You go to sleep first. I'll be ready soon." Na Chen sat up, took the pajamas placed aside, and was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up and went into the bathroom.
An He lay on the bed, feeling soft and comfortable. After a few minutes, he became a little drowsy.
When he was about to fall asleep, he heard Na Chen push open the door and come in quietly.
He moved towards the outside and gave up the inner half of the bed, but Na Chen did not lie down on the bed. Instead, he got into the quilt and lay on top of him, stroking his waist and legs with his hands.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" An He lay there without moving.
"Go to sleep. I'm so sleepy. I haven't been this sleepy in a long time." Na Chen kissed him on the shoulder.
"Then why are you touching your uncle?" An He smiled with his eyes closed.
"I can't touch you normally," Na Chen's hand slowly moved down, trying to insert it between his body and the mattress, "Uncle, can you lift your butt for a moment?"
"What do you want to do?" An He twisted his wrist gently.
"Warm your hands."
"I'll warm you with my belly."
Na Chen ignored him, and continued to touch and kiss him for a while, then finally sighed and lay on his back without moving: "Uncle An, what use are you to?"
"What's wrong?" An He smiled.
"You are already a useless person!" Na Chen sighed.
"How can you say that?"
"I've been trying for such a long time and you don't even react?" Na Chen threw off the quilt unhappily and sat on An He's butt.
"Yes, you've made me sleepy." An He reached back and touched his leg.
He responded. Na Chen's breathing, touch, and body temperature all excited him. The only thing that couldn't keep up was his emotions. In this state where he couldn't fully commit himself, he might as well just masturbate.
Besides, he could sense that Na Chen was not in a very good mood.
"What's the use of you?" Na Chen pulled his underwear down and flicked his butt with his fingers. "You're not as considerate as a masturbation cup."
An He couldn't help laughing: "Then I'll be considerate and buy you a masturbation cup."
"Then you're even more useless." Na Chen moved his fingers to his back and traced them.
"You're so considerate, but it's useless?" An He sighed, as if he had made up his mind, "Okay, then I'll help you hold it..."
Na Chen was stunned for a moment, then fell beside An He with a smile: “Why are you like this!”
"Let me see your hand," An He turned over and pulled Na Chen's arm. The bandage on his forearm was quite large. "How did you take a bath?"
"Raise it, just like you raise your hand to speak." Na Chen smiled.
"How did you wash your face?" An He saw that the Band-Aid on Na Chen's face was gone, revealing a cut that was more than an inch long. The cut was not long, but it felt quite deep. "I have a Band-Aid here. Put another one on it. Don't scratch it again."
An He took out a Band-Aid from the drawer of the bedside table and put it on Na Chen. Na Chen lay on the pillow, looking very well behaved.
"Can you touch me?" After sticking it on, Na Chen hugged him.
"Where do you want to touch?" An He hugged him and gently touched his back. Na Chen's skin was smooth and firm, and it felt very comfortable to touch.
"That's fine," Nachen closed his eyes, "I like you to touch me."
An He turned off the bedside lamp and continued to touch Na Chen's back.
Nachen fell asleep not long after, but Anhe hadn't regained his sleepiness from before.
My thoughts were drawn to Na Chen and I couldn't calm down.
Na Chen's eager look to be touched suddenly made him realize that Na Chen's usual state of always thinking about making love should not be just simple desire.
In a situation like Na Chen's parents, he probably never was hugged or caressed since he was a child. His father's indifference made him seek intimacy from his mother who seemed to love him very much, but what he got was more fear and anxiety.
An He had the same feeling, wanting to be held in his parents' arms, to have his head patted, his face rubbed, and to be able to lean on his parents' arms and rub against them like other children...
The most intimate contact between my mother and him was probably with her palms, which were very intimate.
He retracted his arms, hugged Na Chen tightly, and kissed him on the tip of his nose.
Na Chen hummed indistinctly in his sleep. He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and slowly regained the lost sleepiness in Na Chen's breathing.
When Nachen got up in the morning, his movements were very gentle, but the slight shaking of the mattress still woke An He up, but he just closed his eyes and didn't move.
Na Chen changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. He washed up and went out. He came back in ten minutes. An He heard the microwave in the kitchen beeping. Na Chen was probably preparing breakfast.
He turned over, wrapped himself in the quilt and stretched vigorously. His back almost cramped, so he quickly curled up into a ball, hugged his knees and relaxed before lying down.
It was a pleasant feeling to lie in bed and not want to move. The warm air in the room and the slight sounds of dishes colliding in the kitchen made An He look at the ceiling. This was obviously a state he liked very much, but he always felt that there was something under the happiness that made him feel uneasy.
If I can't adjust my mindset, I probably won't be able to have a relationship with anyone in this life.
An He sat up, hugging the quilt in a daze.
Maybe I should find someone to help me vent.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Na Chen poked his head in: "Morning, Uncle An."
"Good morning, Seventh Young Master." An He waved at him.
"I eat fried steamed bread slices with beef sauce in the morning," Na Chen reported his breakfast. "I make the beef sauce myself, and it tastes better than the one you buy."
"Every time you rush to praise yourself first, can't you wait until I eat before letting me praise you?" An He smiled, got out of bed, put on a cardigan, and walked into the living room.
Na Chen opened the curtains of the living room, and the sunlight sprinkled in through the window, which was a bit dazzling. An He raised his hand to cover his eyes.
Na Chen ran over and closed the curtains: "You wash up first, I'll be done right away."
Although the breakfast was simply fried steamed bread slices, Na Chen's cooking skills were very good. The steamed bread slices were all evenly light golden in color, and the beef sauce was also very fragrant. An He spread the sauce on them while eating, and finished seven or eight slices in just a few minutes.
"How come this steamed bun is fried so crispy?" An He took a bite of the original flavor without any sauce, and felt that he could eat twice as much as usual.
"Just dip it in some water and fry it. It's very simple. I learned this from a little trick on TV." Na Chen lowered his head and spread the beef sauce. "I'll go out to buy noodles later and make you some crispy cakes at noon. Do you want to work today?"
"No, I finished it yesterday," An He ate the last two buns on the plate, "I made too much sauce, what should I do?"
"Just leave it there, and have some noodles with soybean paste tonight," Nachen rubbed his stomach, "I think I ate too much."
An He picked up the dishes and went to wash them, while Na Chen turned on the TV and sat on the sofa, playing with the remote control.
The cell phone rang and Na Chen's hand trembled slightly.
He used to get irritated when he heard his cell phone ringing, but because of An He, he had already increased the frequency of making and receiving calls a lot. Now all his efforts were in vain.
When the ringtone rang, even if it was just a text message, it made his heart skip a beat.
"Let's change the news channel," An He was washing dishes, still holding the dishcloth to play with the fish in the plate, "Let's see if there is any interesting news."
"Yeah." Na Chen pressed the remote control, changed the news channel, and took the phone.
The text message was sent by Ge Jian and contained only one sentence.
Go back before eleven o'clock.
Na Chen stared at these words, his hands shaking violently.
Just like he would never contact Ge Jian on his own initiative, Ge Jian would never contact him on his own initiative.
Na Chen deleted the text message, jumped up from the sofa, ran to the window, lifted the curtains and looked down.
There were only residents downstairs exercising on the community's fitness equipment, and no one else was seen.
"Do you want to go out for a walk?" An He came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, walked behind him and patted his shoulder.
"What?" Na Chen turned around suddenly as if he was startled.
An He didn't say anything. Na Chen looked a little pale. He leaned over to the window and looked down, but didn't see anything special. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'll go back first." Na Chen said.
"Ah?" An He was stunned, "Oh."
An He's stunned expression made Na Chen very anxious, but in this situation he had no idea and no time to think about how to express himself, so he just said such a blunt sentence that people couldn't continue.
At this moment, his frustration reached its peak.
The author has something to say: Continue tomorrow.