An He's friend request was approved after a few minutes. He looked at this beautiful name and sent a smiley emoticon.
Stir-fried lentils: Nachen
k dead l mang he l
Dry-fried lentils: Ankh
k dead l confused baby b awarded a ㄋ
An He was about to type, but he stopped when he saw the string of words, feeling uncomfortable all over. He had an occupational disease, and when he saw such incomprehensible words or irregular punctuation, he wanted to chisel the screen open and change them. What's more, he read it three times and recited it silently before he understood what the content was.
Stir-fried lentils: Can you change the font
k dead l dry ㄋ, swaddle
Stir-fried lentils: No, no, no, that’s enough. It’s too much. I can’t handle it.
k dead l mute e, q want to find the shell t hospital
Stir-fried Lentils: I don’t understand. Let’s talk about it later when you changed the words…
k dead l vague consumption 鑑婷 paralysis cut word
Stir-fried lentils: I'm not as energetic as you, and I have nothing else to do, so I'll just treat you to a meal.
k dead l confused q, do not kill ┙^h eat b ㄋ sperm o, sleep pyrimun
Stir-fried lentils: Can you do it
k dead l vast ramming rock Luo
Dry-fried lentils: No
An He was telling the truth, he couldn't cook, he could only boil water and make instant noodles or something.
When he was in elementary school, many of his classmates could help their parents cook rice and make soup, but he couldn’t. He had even rarely seen his mother cook.
When he was hungry, he would lean over the mahjong table and say, "Mom, I'm hungry." Sometimes this could be exchanged for a few dollars to buy food, and sometimes for a slap in the face. Whether it was money or a slap depended on whether his mother won or lost at the mahjong table.
But even if he could cook, he couldn't invite Na Chen to his place for dinner.
k dead l vague consumption pretty easy mist
Stir-fried Lentils: … Isn’t this your treat again
k dead l confused consumption confused scorpion shepherd
Stir-fried lentils: I don’t have any cooking tools
k dead l confused nuclear stare summer sled play second art
Dry-fried lentils: Dormitory
k dead l am good
An He was typing and asking about the secret base, and Na Chen said, "Let me show you," and sent a video request.
An He did not answer the call immediately. He first looked down to see if his clothes were in disarray, then turned around and looked behind him. After making sure that there was nothing behind him that was not suitable for public viewing, he clicked on the video.
After clicking on it, he still couldn't see what was happening over there for a long time. It was pitch black with a faint red flickering light coming from the side. He took the headphones and put them on, and just in time he heard Na Chen's voice: "Can't you see?"
"Yes." Anhe said.
"Wait for me to turn on the light." Na Chen said.
Two seconds later, the light came on and the picture became clear.
An He was stunned when he looked at Na Chen's naked upper body. Na Chen was a little thin, but quite firm and his lines looked comfortable.
All that could be seen in the video was his waist, which had a tattoo on it, but Anhe couldn’t make out what it was.
Na Chen's body made his throat tighten for a moment, and after a while he asked, "Aren't you cold?"
"It's not cold," Na Chen stretched out his hand and moved the camera to the side, "Did you see it?"
An He saw a small iron barrel with dancing flames in it. The flames turned the whole scene into a warm golden red color.
"You're making a fire in the house..." An He was halfway through his sentence when he realized that the background was not a regular room. "Where do you live?"
The background captured by the camera was black and rough, with many bumps and depressions, looking like painted iron. After Na Chen turned the camera back to face himself, An He saw two guitars hanging on the black wall behind him, and some unclear paintings hanging in a messy manner on the wall. There were also many colorful graffiti on the black wall.
There seemed to be a bed in front of the wall, with quilts and clothes piled up, making it look like there was someone sleeping underneath it. There was also an overturned music stand next to it.
"You'll know when you get here." Na Chen smiled at the camera.
The smile was very short, but the video froze for a moment, and Na Chen's smile was frozen in the screen for a few seconds.
An He's interest in him, which had disappeared, was aroused again, and it seemed to be a bit aggressive.
He leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs and looked at Nachen's collarbone: "Are you not wearing anything?"
Na Chen squinted his eyes and said nothing. After a while, he lowered his voice and asked, "Want to see it?"
An He's nerves were severely piqued by these two words. Na Chen's hoarse voice was lowered and full of temptation. An He felt that he must have done it on purpose.
"Whatever." An He smiled.
"Will you be disappointed if I wear pants?" Na Chen said calmly without any expression. Without waiting for An He to reply, he suddenly pulled off his headphones and stood up.
An He didn't expect him to be so straightforward. Looking at Na Chen, who was naked on the screen, he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
An He breathed a sigh of relief only after Na Chen turned around and walked out of the video range. All that was left on the screen was a strangely shaped black chair. It looked like it was modified from some parts, with a few cushions piled on it. It looked like it would be quite comfortable to sit on it.
When An He was sitting in front of the chair with his mind full of Chen's naked body, the thing that looked like a bed with clothes and quilts piled against the wall moved.
An He was startled, thinking he was dazzled. Before he could take a closer look, the pile of things moved again, and then he saw a person sitting up under the pile of quilts and clothes.
"Damn." An He couldn't help but whisper, is this Na Chen's boyfriend
The man with a shaved head of hair didn't move after he sat up, just staring at the black wall covered with graffiti.
After a while, Na Chen walked back to the camera, holding a can of beer in his hand and wearing a pair of loose sweatpants.
"Do you have someone else there?" An He asked, and at the same time he saw clearly that the tattoo on Na Chen's waist was a scorpion extending from the waist to the lower abdomen, and it was very delicately tattooed.
"Well," Na Chen opened the beer and took a sip without looking back, "Haven't you heard him sing?"
The lead singer of Birdman? An He thought about it and had no impression of the man except for his good voice.
"Ah... you sang very well," An He responded, "How about this first? Your friend is up..."
"Hmm?" Na Chen put down the beer can and looked at it. "Don't worry about him. He had a quarrel with his wife yesterday and was kicked out. He will leave soon."
An He breathed a sigh of relief for some unknown reason, but because his train of thought was interrupted by the lead singer who suddenly emerged from under the quilt and clothes, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he didn't say anything and took out a cigarette and lit it.
The lead singer did not communicate with Na Chen at all. After wandering around in silence for a few times, he put on his coat and left the range of the video. An He heard a clanging sound in his headphones, which should be the door closing, but it didn't sound like it. He couldn't deduce what kind of space Na Chen's "secret base" was.
Na Chen refused to elaborate and only said that one would know when he got there. An He felt that although his personality was a little hard to describe, he was still a child at heart. He could keep a shabby house a secret for a long time, so he did not ask any more questions.
After making an appointment for dinner on the weekend, An He went offline and sat in front of the computer in a daze.
He felt that after finishing the video call with Na Chen, he seemed to know the source of the loneliness that he had been unable to relieve despite masturbating all day long.
Na Chen was the type that interested him both in terms of appearance and body. After turning off the video, he couldn't get rid of Na Chen's naked body from his sight for a long time.
This is what he fucking wants to do.
An He sighed, put his legs on the table, reached into his pants and felt around. His half-awake state made him feel a little lost, so he picked up the mouse and clicked a few times, opening a random movie.
The sound in the headset was quite exciting. An He stared at the person on the screen, his hands in his pants not moving. Even if he thought the people in the movie were screaming fake, he would still be excited by the panting and moaning tone, but today was different.
Suddenly I felt particularly bored.
After looking for a while, the part that had been about to lift up its head drooped down listlessly.
An He sighed, turned off the movie, took a bath and went to sleep.
Since the New Year's Day holiday until now, many students have been unable to concentrate and are still struggling to perform well in one or two final exams.
When An He went to the classroom every afternoon, he could see students sleeping on the desks and even thunder could not wake them up. However, he was relieved that although Zhang Lin was still a little sloppy, he no longer skipped classes. Several other teachers reported that he had changed a lot.
"You're thinking about the winter vacation, right?" An He held the podium with his hands, looking at the dying people below. "What is there to think about? There are only twenty days of vacation, and half of the time you are forced by your parents to clean the house and buy New Year's goods and visit relatives and friends. If you fail the exam, you won't be able to spend the remaining half of the time comfortably."
"Mr. An, you are really discouraging." A student lying down said.
"Are you so frustrated? I'm just thinking about the remaining few days you have left." An He smiled, took a piece of chalk and broke it on the podium, then flicked it towards Hu Yu in the third row, who had not woken up since he entered the classroom.
The chalk hit Hu Yu's nose accurately. He jumped up from his seat and yelled, "Fuck you!"
"You have great ambitions," An He looked at him, "but if you continue to develop in your current state, this will only be a dream."
The whole classroom was filled with laughter, and Hu Yu sat down in a daze.
"I have never said harsh words to you. If you want face, I will give it to you," An He waited until the laughter died down before continuing, "But I also want face, so you have to give me face too. Don't think that I can still smile just because I smile at you all the time."
An He put away the smile on his face and said, "Starting tomorrow, if I hear from any teacher that someone is distracted and talking in their sleep during class, I will tell you not to talk about it this winter vacation, and don't even think about having a peaceful summer vacation. If you don't believe me, just try it."
When he walked out of the classroom, his cell phone rang. An He took it out and saw that it was his mother calling.
The number of times my mother called him in the whole year was less than five times. Normally, she would only ask him to go back for help when there was work to be done.
"Mom." An He answered the phone.
"Did your dad call you?" The clattering sound of mahjong was still heard from my mom's end.
"without."
"Your Aunt Zhang said her daughter-in-law saw your dad on the street!" Mom raised her voice, "Your dad is back!"
"Which Aunt Zhang?" An He frowned. Compared to his mother, his father was more like a wandering expert. Not to mention phone calls, he was rarely seen throughout the year.
"What do you care about Aunt Zhang? I told you your dad is back but you didn't come home! You're even hanging out with a woman!" Mom yelled and suddenly started crying. She cried so hard while playing mahjong. "What's the point of me raising a son like you? I've never seen you feel sorry for your mom! You're such an ungrateful person!"
Another woman's voice came from the phone: "An He! You too, I haven't seen you come back to see your mother for several months. This is really wrong..."
An He didn't say anything and hung up the phone, feeling annoyed.
The phone rang again, but An He didn't answer it and pressed the mute button.
After returning to the office to get his things, he drove back home.
I had just reached the fourth floor, before I even reached my doorstep, when I heard the familiar sounds of mahjong in the corridor.
This sound would make him angry, but this was his home, and this sound was the biggest symbol of his home.
"Hey, An He is back," the neighbor lady came out of the house, stretched out her hand to tug at his sleeve, and asked with a look of excitement, "Is your dad back? He didn't go home?"
"I think the food at lunch was too salty." An He turned and walked towards his home.
"Ah?" The aunt was stunned.
"If you have time to bother with this, drink some water."
The auntie spat at the ground, cursed softly and went back to the house.
When An He pushed open the door, the sound of mahjong in the room stopped suddenly, and the people at the two mahjong tables in the room looked at him.
My mother looked up and shouted, "How dare you come back? Just be like your father and don't come home!"
"Have you eaten?" An He didn't answer her. He walked to the kitchen door and looked inside. The pots and stove were cold, and the trash can was full of fast food boxes.
"How can your mother still have the mood to eat?" a woman said, "You are such a son..."
"Do you know me?" An He turned around and looked at her.
“Hey, since I don’t know you, can’t I say a few words for you on behalf of your mother?” The woman was a little embarrassed.
"You know I'm a bad son even though you don't know me?" An He didn't give her any face. He didn't have any good feelings towards his mother's card-playing friends. He got angry when he saw the smoky house.
Mom put down the cards in her hand, asked someone to play for her, and pulled Angel into the inner room.
"Don't get angry at my friend as soon as you come back!" Mom closed the door to the inner room and said unhappily.
"Let me take you out for dinner," An He frowned and looked at his mother. His mother was a pretty woman, but she played cards all night long. She looked listless and pale. "How many days have you been eating boxed lunches?"
"What else can I eat if I don't eat the box lunch?" Mom rolled her eyes at him, sat on the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it. "Anyway, no one cares about me now. I won't go home even when Dad comes back. You too!"
"Why do you want my dad to come back? There's only one room here, and we'll just quarrel when he comes back." An He looked out the window. It was normal for his father not to come home. He had almost no memory of this father since childhood. It would be a magical thing if he suddenly came back.
"If he doesn't want to come back, then he won't come back! But he's still shopping with a woman!" Mom said as she stood up, opened the door and shouted outside, "Hey, think about your moves!"
"You don't still think he's been alone out there for so many years, do you?" An He never asked about his parents' affairs, but he had run into his father on the street more than once, and the women around him were all the same.
"Forget it, I don't rely on him for support! So let's leave it at that!" Mom stood up, waved her hand, and hurried out to play cards.
An He originally wanted to take her out for dinner, but seeing her attitude, he gave up the idea. He stood in the room for a while, listened to the mahjong sounds, and then walked out.
"Let's go." An He said to his mother, put on his coat and prepared to open the door.
"Well," my mother stared at the cards, "Oh - I lost a day -"
An He stopped, took out her wallet, took out all the big bills from it and placed them next to her hand, then opened the door and went out.
His mother is not short of money. When he bought a house, she gave him some subsidies because she was in a good mood. The family has a small building in the urban village, which is all rented out. His mother hired an administrator to look after it and sits at home to collect rent every month, but every time she sees An He, she still asks for money.
An He had no objection. Apart from giving money, he couldn't find any other way to show filial piety.
After going out and sitting in the car, An He lost his appetite for dinner. It was like this every time he went home. He didn't know if his mother would spend the rest of her life playing mahjong. Every time he saw the scene at home, his mood would fall to the bottom and he wouldn't be able to get up for two or three days.
He lit a cigarette, smoked it slowly in the car, and then drove around the city aimlessly.
After walking around for two or three hours, he returned to the street where his home was. He parked his car on the side of the road and walked into a noodle restaurant.
I haven't come here to eat noodles for a long time. When I was a child, I would ask my mother for money and usually come here to eat a bowl of noodles, then stroll along the street and go home only when I was too tired to walk.
When he was halfway through his noodles, his cell phone rang. He slowly took out his phone and looked at it. It was Na Chen, but the number still showed wig, he had forgotten to change it.
"Daqi." An He answered the phone.
Na Chen was stunned for a moment before he said, "Da Qi, your grandma."
"What's the matter? Isn't it tomorrow?" An He looked at the date on his phone to make sure he remembered the day for dinner correctly.
"Where are you? I'll pick you up," Nachen said, "Let's go to Yege."
An He didn't say anything. In fact, he quite liked to hang out in the bar when he had nothing to do, party until midnight, go back to sleep with a numb head, and feel like a new life the next day.
But he was not in the mood today. He was too lazy to open his mouth when eating noodles. He looked deflated.
"No, I'll just come over to have dinner with you tomorrow." He said, leaning back in his chair.
"If you don't come now, why are you going tomorrow?" Na Chen said in a very impolite tone, "If you want to play, play all night until tomorrow, otherwise don't go."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
An He was holding a cell phone. He was the same character as Lin Ruoxue.
After finishing his noodles, he stood on the street. The north wind was blowing quite cruelly. An He looked at his own shadow elongated by the street lamps, his hair swaying in the wind like a torch.
When he opened the car door and got in, that indelible feeling of loneliness came over him again. An He stared at the steering wheel for a while, took out his cell phone and dialed Na Chen's number.
"What time?" he asked.