Hey Handsome, You Dropped Your Wig

Chapter 54: My love

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After smoking two cigarettes, Na Chen's cell phone rang and a text message came in.

This was sent by An He. Has it arrived home

He looked up at the night sky and replied to An He, "We're here, looking at the stars. Do you want to see some too?"

I'll go and take a look.

After a while, An He sent me another message. After reading it, I sneezed twice. Did you miss me

Na Chen laughed and said, this thing is not accurate. If it were accurate, you would have a bad cold now.

Go to sleep, good night.

Good night.

After sending the text message, Na Chen whispered "good night" to An He's name on the phone, then stood up and stretched, looked at the little white flower on the ground, and stepped on the small battery.

For Na Chen, it is a blessing to have someone to say good night to every day.

Two ordinary words, spoken casually and warmly.

He started the car and drove slowly back along the road.

The soft wind blew across his face and he took a deep breath. The weather was getting warmer and the biting cold wind of winter had disappeared.

The speed of the small battery cannot be compared with that of the Bombardier, but occasionally he would feel quite enjoyable when driving the small battery. Compared with the wild and exciting Bombardier, the gnawing speed of the small battery makes people feel at ease.

After driving for a while, the speed of the small battery became slower and slower. Na Chen turned the accelerator, and the small battery buzzed twice, and the speed slowed down even more.

Na Chen sighed, glanced at the battery indicator on the dashboard, and stopped the car: "Damn..."

The battery is out!

Nachen was used to driving a gasoline-powered motorcycle, so he had no idea how far a small motorcycle could travel on a single charge, and he had no habit of checking the battery level.

Now looking at the battery indicator pointer going down to the bottom, he felt a little helpless.

I sat in the car for a while and then felt like laughing. What was going on

After pushing the bike for half an hour, I saw a sign in front of a store selling electric bikes. It said fast charging and the charge was two yuan per time, but the store was closed.

Fortunately, it was not too late. Na Chen rushed over and knocked on the door. The owner only opened a small window through the door, probably thinking he was a robber.

Na Chen took pictures of his ID card and student ID card on the small window.

But he regretted it right after he took the photo. His major was printed on his student ID card. The owner took one look and closed the small window: "I'm sorry, it's really unlucky at this time of night."

"These are two different things... Uncle, I couldn't charge the car and had to push it home until late at night..." Na Chen leaned against the door. If it had happened before, he would have gotten angry and maybe would have thrown a bunch of small stones at the door for hours, but he was in a good mood this time, "Please help me."

After trying for a long time to convince the store owner, Na Chen looked around and saw that this was the only store that had fast charging. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to use my ultimate move, uncle."

"If you dare to break the door, I'll call the police." said the owner inside.

"No, I won't bother." Na Chen squatted down against the door, "I'll chant the sutra."

"What?" the shopkeeper's voice was confused.

"What do you think?" Na Chen smiled, "I learned this."

The shop owner said nothing. Nachen cleared his throat. Actually, they didn't learn these things, but it was no problem to cover up. He began to recite in a low voice: "Namo all Tathagata heart secret whole body relics treasure box seal Dharani Sutra Ta Soha..."

"Hey!" The shop owner opened the small window, "You are such a... quick charge and leave!"

"Thank you, uncle," Na Chen jumped up and pushed the cart over. The owner opened the door and helped him plug in the sockets. Then he smiled and said, "This is a scripture for auspicious blessings. Don't worry. > Yawen 8_ > > "

After charging the car for five dollars in the store, Na Chen managed to drive the car back home.

I took a quick shower, set the alarm for tomorrow, and went back to my room to lie on the bed. After lying there for a while, I got up again, took out a two-dollar coin, and put it into the piggy bank at the bedside.

The sound when the coin fell in was a bit muffled, no longer the crisp sound before. He picked up the jar, weighed it, and shook it. There was already a lot of money.

He lay back on his pillow, put the piggy bank next to his pillow, and flicked his fingers on the bank. "Good night."

Na Chen woke up before the alarm clock rang in the morning. He got up and fried two eggs for himself, drank a can of milk, and thought about what An He would eat in the morning. He usually bought two buns, but today he might not eat because he was in a bad mood.

So he took two boiled eggs from the refrigerator, heated them up, put them in a small thermos bowl and took them out.

He walked two steps and ran back to open the door and go to the balcony. There were a row of small flower pots on the balcony flower stand. He poured water into each pot one by one and muttered in a low voice: "My dear young masters, why haven't you seen any buds yet? Please don't cheat me. It's been less than a month. You can't ask me to give away a few pots of soil!"

When An He drove to the funeral home, he saw his second aunt and his grandmother had just arrived. There was a farewell ceremony here, and then he had to send his grandfather to the crematorium.

He got out of the car, and his grandma saw him and stopped. He was about to call her grandma when she turned around and slowly walked away.

An He took out his cell phone and dialed his mother's number to see what was going on there, but the phone was turned off.

He sighed and thought, forget it, let it be. It doesn't matter what the relatives think, say or do, as long as he does what he should do.

Chairs had been placed outside the farewell hall, and the staff were tying black veils on the arms of the family's relatives. An He saw Nachen, who was busy in a black suit, but he did not go over and stood aside and watched.

My mother never visited any of our relatives at home, and he didn’t know anyone except my grandmother, my second aunt, and my uncle. No one else noticed him, and even if they saw him, they wouldn’t know who he was.

After Nachen tied the black veil for grandma, she looked up and saw him, and motioned for him to come over.

An He shook his head slightly. He didn't want to go over and cause trouble for his grandma and second aunt.

Na Chen took the time to come over, tied the black gauze in his hand around his arm, and said softly: "When you send it out later, you can just pick it and tie it on the tree next to it."

"Yeah." An He nodded.

"Have you had breakfast?" Na Chen glanced at him.

"I got up late and didn't have time to eat," An He smiled, "Did you eat?"

"Nonsense, how can a little expert in red case not have breakfast? I eat fried eggs and milk," Na Chen said with a sigh, "Wait for me. > Yawen bar w·ww=.=y=a·w`en=8="

An He watched him turn around and go back to the table, taking out a bag from the drawer. He guessed it was food, and his stomach growled.

"Braised eggs, just two. You can eat them. I have something else to do..." Na Chen put the bag in his hand, raised his head and looked behind him, stunned for a moment, "Is that your mother?"

An He turned around and saw his mother standing at the bottom of the long stairs. Just as he was about to turn around and go down, his mother had already turned around and left.

He stopped and didn't chase after him.

My mother rarely visited my grandparents for decades, and seemed to have forgotten that she even had parents. It was not until my grandfather was hospitalized and passed away that my mother suddenly woke up from a dream, crying, panicking, or having an indescribable feeling. Her parents had been distant and cold to her for decades, like strangers.

An He was not surprised by her current state.

"Why don't you take some time to talk to your mother and help her vent her feelings?" Na Chen said from the side.

"It's useless. Don't even mention that a relationship like this between her and me is impossible. There are so many psychological counseling services, but have you ever seen one for the elderly?" An He smiled, "Concepts, psychological stereotypes over the years... Just go and do your thing."

"Are you okay?" Na Chen asked as he walked over there and turned back.

"I want to eat boiled eggs." An He tapped the lunch box in his hand.

After the farewell ceremony, grandma walked past An He with swollen eyes, and An He followed at the end of the crowd.

He didn't have any thoughts, no pain, no embarrassment, and no regrets. He just drove behind the funeral home's truck towards the crematorium and listened to a CD.

When passing by the used car yard, he glanced at the gate. He couldn't see Na Chen's secret base from the main road, but he suddenly felt relieved.

When he first came here with Na Chen, he had never thought that he would have so many interactions with Na Chen one day, and he had never thought that an unpleasant 419 would one day turn into an inseparable relationship.

"You don't know until you see it," Anhe tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, "The world is really wonderful."

After his grandfather was cremated, An He did not go to the cemetery with him. After calling Na Chen, he drove back to school.

When he was sitting in the office facing the computer, he felt a little dazed, but quite comfortable.

After dealing with his grandfather's matter, it was like a period, turning over all the depression and entanglement over this period of time. Although it could not turn over the emotions he had for the past ten or twenty years, it still made him relax completely. He felt soft and comfortable, and wanted to sleep just leaning back in the chair.

Then I went to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the monitor of his class was standing beside his desk in a daze.

"I'm taking a nap, but you're still enjoying the tour?" An He quickly sat up straight, took the cup and drank a sip of water, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. An, we're not going to have a class meeting? Are we going to have a self-study session instead?" The monitor looked at him.

"Ah," An He stood up, "Then why are you staring at me? Why don't you call me?"

“… You woke up as soon as I stood here. I wasn’t dazed.” The squad leader felt aggrieved.

"This is such a beautiful misunderstanding," An He took the notebook and patted his shoulder, "Let's go."

In class meetings, An He usually just gives a brief opening and lets students do the rest on their own. He won't care as long as they don't go too far off topic.

The theme of this class meeting was how to live a fulfilling high school life. It was a theme set by the students themselves. An He had previously ridiculed this theme as being empty and pretentious, but the students had a very enthusiastic discussion today.

Not to mention the three years of high school, the group of people even went off topic and discussed college, dating, marriage and having children.

His life was quite chaotic during this period. Apart from going to class on time every day, he hadn't paid much attention to what these kids were thinking for quite a while.

"So, if we can't even live well now, how can we have the capital to live well in the future..." someone said loudly.

An He held back his laughter and sat at the podium to listen to the entire class. Only in the last few minutes did he stand up, bring the topic back to the topic, and make a summary.

After leaving the classroom, he hopped down the stairs, stretched as he crossed the playground, and almost dropped his notebook on the ground.

Since seeing his mother at the funeral home that day, An He has not returned home or contacted her. His life has changed drastically, and so has his mother's life, losing her loved ones and getting divorced... His relationship with his mother has not improved much, so he doesn't want to put any more pressure on her during the period after his grandfather passed away.

For the time being, he and his mother still see each other once or twice a month. His mother complains a few times, but he prefers to just listen to the sounds of mahjong.

Na Chen's work was not very busy, but he had to work night shifts from time to time. During the night shifts, An He would chat with him via text messages until very late.

Although Nachen said he wasn't afraid, Anhe always wondered if he was trying to save face by making a joke every time he sent a text message.

"Uncle, can you hear me?" Na Chen suddenly called him, his tone somewhat panicked.

"What did you hear?" An He was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He got goose bumps when he heard this.

"Listen," Na Chen seemed to put the phone away, and after a while he leaned over and whispered, "Did you hear it? Click... Click..."

"No!" An He rubbed his legs, "I didn't hear anything!"

"But I heard it, getting...closer," Na Chen's breathing became unstable, "I..."

An He's hair stood on end, but Na Chen suddenly fell silent. A few seconds later, he heard the sound of a cell phone falling to the ground, and then the call was hung up.

An He was stunned for a few seconds and then jumped up. He called back but the call could not be connected. He thought that this must be a joke from Na Chen, but he could not imagine how strong a mentality was needed to make such a joke in that environment.

The third time he called, when the call was finally connected, he shouted into the receiver: "Big Seven!"

"Hello," a cold voice came from the other end, "Welcome to the reincarnation hotline. If you want to be reincarnated as an animal, please press 1. If you want to be reincarnated as a plant, please press 2. If you want to be reincarnated as a toilet, please press 3. If you just peed yourself, please press 4..."

"Nachen, fuck your uncle!" An He roared with the intention of laughing and cursing. Now he was finally sure that Nachen didn't think there was anything wrong with working the night shift in the funeral home.

Na Chen's voice remained cold: "My uncle's surname is An, please press..."

"I pressed 4." Anhe poked at the screen.

"Transferring, beep—Hello, the 24-hour caring fright hotline provides you with diapers. They will be delivered tomorrow morning. Please wait patiently and rate this service from 0 to 10 points."

"0 points! I'm peeing now. Are you going to deliver it to me tomorrow morning? Will I be wet all night?" An He laughed.

"All wet? Then you can go and fuck my uncle. Do you need any technical guidance?"

"Nachen, are you annoying?" An He asked with a smile.

Na Chen also laughed: "It's too boring, I just want to relieve my boredom. I'm the only one in this room, and I can't find anyone to chat with."

"I'll chat with you for a while," An He lay down on the sofa, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's get married." Na Chen said.

“…Okay.” An He was stunned. Na Chen’s topic was a bit sudden.

"I've seen a pair of rings that I like. Shall we go take a look tomorrow?" Na Chen asked him.

"A pair? Are there two men's rings that come as a pair? Why not just say two men's rings?" An He clicked his tongue.

"You country bumpkin," Na Chen said with a series of clicks of the tongue, "They are different. They are two different styles of men's rings, but they look like a pair at first glance."

"Are there such high-end products now?" An He raised his eyebrows. This was quite unexpected.

"Well, I asked. To keep up with the times, they also have a pair of women's rings, which are also very beautiful," Na Chen said with a smile, "Let's go and measure them tomorrow and make a pair. You can engrave words and print fingerprints inside."

"Okay, do you want to engrave your name?" An He smiled.

"Well, my husband's name is Nachen, and my wife's name is Anhe." Nachen said seriously.

"Bullshit, I'm not your wife."

"Then let's change it. The senior doctor's name is Nachen, and the junior doctor's name is Anhe."

An He lay on the sofa and laughed for a long time: "What kind of address are you thinking of? Can't you be called Xiaofu? You are not a big kid anyway."

"Okay, my name is Nachen, and my name is Anhe."

"Can you still do it?" An He shouted with a smile, "Why are you so relaxed?"

"Okay, okay, I'll suffer a little for you!" Na Chen sighed, pondered for a while, and then said, "I love Anhe."

An He's heartbeat and breathing paused for two seconds in sync, and his voice was a little shaky when he spoke: "I love Na Chen."

"Is it settled?" Na Chen asked.

"Yeah." An He nodded in response.

"Okay! That's it!" Na Chenban shouted, paused and laughed again, "An He, you look quite serious."

"I'm a very serious person." An He smiled.

"In fact, he is still as lewd as a scoundrel behind your back," Na Chen sighed, "When I slept with you for the first time, I thought that this abstinent old man who keeps people at a distance..."

"Wait a minute, I'm not too old."

"Well, this abstinent man who keeps people at a distance, what will it be like when I suppress him?"

"What is it like?"

"Sexy, especially exciting..." Na Chen cleared his throat halfway through his sentence, "I won't say anymore. I'm on duty. It's inconvenient to talk about it."

An He raised his head and laughed for a long time: "Then Chen."

"What is it, my love."

"You're really cute."

The author has something to say: There are probably only one or two chapters left to finish, and then there will be two or three chapters of the island honeymoon extra.