An He sat in the car, and could see the pine and cypress path in the rain and fog from the rearview mirror. He leaned back in his chair, and his eyes hardly moved away. ＿ ﹏雅＞文吧w·ww.
I had complicated feelings in my heart. My mind was still filled with the sadness of my grandfather's departure and my mother's tears, but my whole body was filled with unexpected happiness and anticipation.
Na Chen's figure appeared at the end of the path in the rearview mirror.
Just like when they first met, he was wearing a simple jacket and sweatpants, but the difference was that this time Na Chen didn't walk over slowly, but jogged along with his bag on his back.
An He opened the car door and jumped out. Looking at Na Chen who was running towards him in the drizzle, he suddenly felt like crying.
Just when he was about to open his arms and hug Na Chen, Na Chen stopped in front of him, smiled and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
"You... it's okay," An He had to put his raised hands back on the car door. The key point was that he raised both arms, and now he used both hands to open the car door. He felt like an idiot, "Get in the car."
"I'm so sorry to have to make you spend money on our first meeting." Na Chen jumped into the passenger seat and smiled very politely.
You are really into the role!
An He grinned at him, "It's okay, it's normal for the first time we meet. Is there anything you want to eat?"
"Yayuan." Nachen threw the bag into the back seat.
"You really are not embarrassed," An He looked at him, "I didn't make a reservation for Graceland, so I can't eat there now."
"I'm here." Na Chen leaned against the car window and curled his lips.
An He drove the car onto the street and turned onto the road to Graceland.
"Auntie, are you okay?" Na Chen asked after a moment of silence.
"If she wants to be alone, let her be alone," An He sighed softly, "She even remembers to hold the umbrella. She will probably go back soon."
"My condolences." Na Chen said softly.
"I'm fine," An He glanced at Na Chen, not knowing whether he was going to reminisce about the past or continue the drama of their first meeting. "I don't have much affection for grandpa, I just feel that he was not too old and passed away too early."
Na Chen smiled and said nothing more.
An He looked at the road ahead without saying a word, wondering what Na Chen would do next.
In fact, he really wanted to go over and hug Na Chen, kiss him on the nose, ask him about his injuries, when he started his internship... But Na Chen blocked all of these with his mumbling, and he had no chance to do anything.
After the car turned off the main road, there were fewer people and cars.
Na Chen suddenly tapped the car window: "Mr. An, stop the car."
"Ah?" An He was stunned and slowed down the car. "Here?"
Na Chen nodded and pointed to the side of the road: "Can we pull over to the side where there's no one?"
An He didn't know what he was going to do, but he still stepped on the brakes and pulled the car to the side of the road.
"Get out of the car," Na Chen jumped out of the car and waved, "Come here."
An He turned off the car, got out and looked around. There were no cars or people. He walked around to Na Chen's side and asked, "What's going on..."
Before he could finish his words, Na Chen suddenly reached out and grabbed him by the collar, then half-thrown and half-dropped him against the car door.
"What are you doing?" An He was startled.
"Uncle An," Na Chen pressed his shoulders and leaned over to kiss his neck, his voice low, "I miss you so much that I'm going crazy."
The tingling sensation on his neck from the kiss spread quickly throughout his body as Na Chen's low, sexy voice raised a small flag. An He hugged his waist and turned his face to kiss his neck: "I miss you, too."
Na Chen didn't say anything else. He pressed his whole body against him, kissed his lips, and pushed his tongue in eagerly.
The two people's somewhat rapid breathing intertwined, and An He also eagerly responded to the warmth that Na Chen entangled on his lips and teeth.
He could hear cars passing behind him, and maybe the occasional pedestrian, but he didn't care about any of that, even ignoring his breathing. He put his hands into Na Chen's clothes, rubbing and caressing his waist and back fiercely. All he touched and felt was Na Chen, only Na Chen...
It was not until Na Chen's hand slid down his lower abdomen into his pants that An He released his lips and panted and said, "Classmate, isn't it inappropriate to meet on the street for the first time?"
"Master," Na Chen stopped and gently hooked his fingertips on his lower abdomen, "This is fate. You can get so hard on our first meeting."
"Shut up," An He smiled, pushed Na Chen away, lowered his head and pulled his clothes, "Get in the car, do you want to eat or not?"
Na Chen came over again and took a quick bite on his neck before opening the car door and jumping in: "Tell me, have you eaten all the instant noodles from the supermarket near your house in the past few months?"
"Really not," An He got in the car and started the car with a smile, "My cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds. I can now be self-sufficient and make different meals every day."
"Really?" Na Chen was very surprised and looked at him with a look of disbelief. > > Yawen Bar ＿ ﹍ w·w`w`.-yaw·e·n=8=.=c=o=m
"Well, I'll cook for you when I have time." An He nodded. Of course, there were some that were not cooked, some that were burnt in the pot, some that were fried into a lump, some that were too salty, and some that had no taste. Every meal was different.
"Let's do it today!" Na Chen slapped his leg.
"No, no, let's go to Yayuan for our first meeting today." An He said quickly.
Yayuan is still the same as before. The two big parrots at the door are still politely calling "Dear guest, come in". The cobblestone road is still so hard to walk on that one doesn't know how to keep up the pace.
But today the small opera was performing The West Chamber. Na Chen entered the box, leaned back on the recliner, and sang along: "After burning the precious incense, I bowed deeply, but my heart was warm and my mouth was hard to open. I wasted eighteen years in my boudoir, facing the mirror in vain..."
An He smiled but said nothing. He sat opposite him and listened. Na Chen's voice was still straightforward, which made him feel comfortable.
"The boudoir is deeply lonely, with no idea how to spend the beautiful spring. I guess those who recite poems loudly should pity those who sigh deeply..." Na Chen closed his eyes and rocked gently in the chair.
"You're lonely as hell." An He pinched a piece of biscuit and put it in his mouth and ate it. Suddenly, he missed the snacks made by Na Chen.
"Are you lonely?" Na Chen turned his head and smiled at him.
"Now?"
"The days without me."
An He sighed: "Can you still speak properly?"
"You haven't had me by your side for the past two months," Na Chen said with a sigh, "Are you thirsty?"
"I didn't have time to do that," An He said helplessly, "I was too busy."
Na Chen didn't mention the hospitalization, and An He didn't ask much. He lay on the table and looked at Na Chen's profile. Na Chen still looked nervous, but something was different.
An He couldn't tell what it was, he just felt that the uneasy feeling he had when facing Na Chen was fading away little by little.
"By the way," An He took out his cell phone from his pocket, "I went to the parking lot."
"I didn't have time to give it to you then, so you bought it first," Na Chen stood up and walked to sit next to him, "Do you like it?"
"Well," An He touched his leg, "I used that on my mother."
Na Chen took the phone, swiped his finger across the screen a few times, and laughed: "Uncle An, how could you do such a thing."
"What?" An He leaned over to take a look, and saw the photo of Na Chen lying on the hospital bed. He quickly snatched the phone back, "Damn, stop rummaging around."
Na Chen looked at him and smiled without saying anything.
"How is your... injury?" An He asked after a moment of hesitation.
"It's okay, it wasn't serious," Na Chen patted himself, "I'm fine now."
There was a gentle knock on the door, and the little girl came in carrying bowls, chopsticks and dishes and walked around. There were a few dishes on the table, which smelled delicious but looked difficult to tell what they were.
An He picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He chewed it slowly and swallowed it before speaking: "You must learn to protect yourself in the future."
"Yeah." Na Chen nodded obediently.
"You don't need to save face in front of me." An He chewed for a long time without tasting what it was, and took another chopstick, "I want you no matter what you look like."
Na Chen didn't say anything. After An He realized that the dish was filled with chopped frog meat, he turned his head and looked at him: "Kid, why are you suddenly silent?"
"No," Na Chen couldn't help laughing, turned his head and quickly wiped his eyes, picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head to start eating, ate two bites and stopped, "Anhe."
"Um?"
"I'm not sure how to fix myself," Na Chen said softly, "I am who I am. I keep myself and throw away everything else, everything that doesn't belong to me, that I'm afraid of, and that I hate..."
"Yeah." An He also put down his chopsticks.
"What if I accidentally throw away something you like?" Na Chen frowned.
"I don't like things that make you feel uncomfortable," An He patted his face, "Just as long as you don't throw away your cooking skills."
"And also bed skills." Na Chen added seriously.
"You're so shameless. It's okay. Even if you have sex skills, you still have the masturbation cup." An He patted his shoulder.
Although the meal was very high-end and An He had been eating pig food for a long time, he couldn't taste anything. He was basically chatting, and Na Chen didn't eat much and kept staring at him.
When the two of them came out of Yayuan, they both felt very sorry for their boss. They chewed two pieces of gum each in the car and reflected deeply while chewing. When they had reflected enough, An He patted the steering wheel and said, "Classmate, where are we going to hang out?"
"Your house, my house, the parking lot, you pick," Na Chen answered simply, "I'm about to get acne from holding it in."
"Is there any other place?" An He hesitated and touched his stomach. "Although I didn't taste anything, I ate almost all the food on that table. I feel a little full now. Should I help digest the food first..."
"In the car," Na Chen interrupted him, reaching out to him and pushing the backrest of the chair down, "waves are just like waves."
"Damn it!" An He fell down along with the chair and struggled to sit up. "You are not just going to get acne, you are going to get smallpox!"
"Don't move, don't move!" Na Chen knelt on the seat and came over to him, grabbing his hand, "Don't move..."
"You can't move. Tell me what you want." An He couldn't move his hands because he was being held down by him, so he had to lean back in his chair.
"I'll lie down for a while..." Na Chen pressed his shoulders and came over, lying on top of him, trying to find a more comfortable position, and finally propped himself up with a bit of annoyance, "You should change the car, the Seven is too small, two men can't move around at all! How was this crappy car designed, it's not well thought out at all!"
"Big Seven?" An He laughed.
Na Chen didn't say anything, but frowned and looked unhappy.
This made An He's legs go weak. He stretched out his arm and hooked his neck, and touched his lower body with his other hand: "Not bad, not small."
"An He," Na Chen's breathing suddenly became disordered, and he glared at him with gritted teeth, "If you want to digest the food first, don't do it. Try doing it again, and don't blame me for being rude."
An He's face was full of Na Chen's breath. He was already a little irritated, and now he had the urge to strip Na Chen naked. He closed his eyes and calmed himself down: "Change the place. I'm sorry to the owner of Yayuan for not tasting the food properly. It's really outrageous to block the door and act like a hooligan..."
"Okay," Na Chen interrupted him. When An He opened his eyes, Na Chen had already turned over and sat back in the passenger seat. "Let's go."
"Don't you think the car is small?" An He started the car and slowly drove to the street corner. "I think it's quite spacious."
"That's because I'm agile," Na Chen rested his head on his arm, "Don't interrupt me, find a place quickly, where there's no one. Or just go straight to the Fourth Ring Road, where it's dark and perfect."
The Fourth Ring Road is the Fourth Ring Road.
An He drove the car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. This scene was too much to contemplate. Two men were in a hurry to drive straight to the Fourth Ring Road after dinner just to...
An He never thought that one day she would do such a shameless thing for a man, it was like she had eaten four large plates of aphrodisiacs in this meal.
"Nachen." An He drove the car onto the Fourth Ring Road. The distance between street lights increased and the surroundings became much darker.
"Hmm?" Na Chen put his hand on the back of the chair behind him, and his fingertips hooked on his neck.
An He didn't know what he wanted to say, and he called Na Chen just to call his name.
"Hmm?" Na Chen poked his neck with his finger, "What do you want me to do?"
"Make me some shortbread when you have time."
"good."
The author has something to say: This chapter has a few words, you know the reason.
Old place.