On Saturday, An He woke up earlier than usual on weekends. Lying in bed, he could see the bright sunshine outside the curtains that were slightly opened.
He rolled over and over in bed, stretched himself, and then slowly got up. When he walked past the window, he stopped, then went over and opened the curtains.
A bright light suddenly came in from outside the window. He quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes. After a while, he adjusted himself and opened the window.
There was a fresh smell of grass in the air. He poked his head outside and saw fluffy clouds in the blue sky.
"Really... rare." An He sighed, turned and walked into the living room, and opened all the curtains in the living room.
The enclosed space was opened and filled with sunlight. Standing in the living room, you can hear the screams and laughter of children chasing and playing downstairs, and someone shouting and throwing keys downstairs. The sound of aunties who went to buy vegetables discussing vegetable prices from a distance can be heard clearly.
Actually, I’m still not used to it.
But these messy sounds full of life also gave him a subtle sense of pleasure.
An He called Na Chen and asked when he would come to pick him up for dinner.
"Wait for me at the gate of your community at four o'clock." Na Chen was probably standing on the balcony. The receiver could hear the whirring sound of the wind from time to time, which was very comfortable to hear. "Don't be late."
"Well, is there anything else you should pay attention to?"
"Yes, hug me when you see me, and scream if you don't hug me." Na Chen said.
"What are you shouting for? Uncle An, give me a hug?" An He smiled.
Na Chen chuckled twice, and suddenly shouted, "Wife! I miss you so much! Come and give me a kiss!"
"Damn, why are you suddenly so loud!" An He was startled.
"Just shout like that."
“… Got it, anything else?”
"That's all. See you this afternoon, darling."
An He hung up the phone and rubbed his ears. Na Chen's madness remained basically unchanged.
But the convulsions now have a completely different feeling from the ones in the past. In the past, it would make An He feel uneasy and want to escape, but now... now he just gets scared and wants to curse and then laugh.
But no matter what state Na Chen was in, the unbridled sincerity he showed when facing him never changed.
It was this kind of reckless joy that made him irresistible to this boy who was only a few years older than his student.
He went into the bathroom, filled a tub with hot water, and lay in the bathtub with his eyes closed.
The weather had turned warmer, and soaking in the hot water made him sweat a little, but the soft feeling of having his pores opened up was still wonderful.
He glanced at the notebook that was still aside. The notebook that had witnessed his countless lonely, boring and confusing nights had not been turned on for a long time.
After soaking in the bathtub for more than an hour, An He came out of the bathroom naked. He forgot to take the washed bath towel that was hung on the balcony. However, it was something he often did to go back to the bedroom naked after taking a bath.
But today, when he passed the living room and walked towards the bedroom, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
After standing in the middle of the living room for two seconds, he suddenly came to his senses. The curtains were wide open! The sunlight shone on his body, which was still covered with water droplets, making him feel that he was sparkling and dazzling.
"Damn." He blocked his lower body with his hands and took a second to decide whether to run back to the bathroom or rush to close the curtains, then he made a quick decision and ran back to the bathroom.
After standing still at the bathroom door, he suddenly leaned against the door frame and laughed, "Why didn't he just run back to the bedroom, idiot!"
Finally, he bent over and rushed into the bedroom through the living room as if he was stealing a landmine. When he ran into the bedroom, he found that the curtains were also wide open. He quickly opened the wardrobe and stood behind the door.
"Hey! What's going on..." An He sighed, took the pajamas and put them on randomly.
He seldom takes a nap on weekends because it is often already afternoon when he wakes up. But today he got up early, so after drinking a box of milk, he lay back in bed, half asleep and half awake.
It was not until three o'clock that Na Chen called him and told him to remember the time and not be late that he got up and changed his clothes.
For the first time, he was a little hesitant when faced with a closet full of clothes, not knowing which one to wear.
In fact, they are all shirts, and even the colors are not very different. Pants are only divided into casual and formal styles.
Finally, he closed his eyes, picked out a set of clothes at random, put them on, and went out at 3:40.
After standing at the gate of the community and waiting for about ten minutes, I saw a car driving towards me from the other side of the road in the distance.
He took a look, was stunned for a moment, and then stared at it for several more times with great concentration.
The car shining with golden light in the sun was indeed Na Chen's Bombardier. An He had never seen a second car like this one, but what he couldn't understand was the thing behind Na Chen.
Na Chen was driving the car, with a large shelf standing behind him. It was very wide, and there were things placed on the rows of shelves, one pot after another... It was coming towards him in a very imposing manner.
It was not until Na Chen drove the car in front of him and stopped that An He saw clearly that there was a very beautiful black iron frame tied to the back seat of the car, with three rows of small... flower pots placed in a row on it!
"What the hell is this? It's like a peacock spreading its tail..." An He pointed at the shelf behind him, "What is this?"
Na Chen parked the car, got out, walked up to him and said seriously, "Hold me."
"I..." An He was a little speechless, his eyes still scanning back and forth on the shelves.
"I shouted." said Na Chen.
"Hug, hug, hug, hug," An He smiled and hurried over to hug Na Chen, stroking his back with his hand, "Come and let me hug you."
"Happy birthday," Na Chen smiled and whispered in his ear, "I hope you will celebrate your birthday with me for the rest of your life."
"Okay," An He raised his hand and scratched his head, "Okay."
The two of them stood there hugging each other for a while, then Na Chen took a step back and waved at him: "Come and see the peacock's tail."
An He followed him to the side of the car. The shelf tied to the back seat was about one person tall. Two rows of small flower pots were right in front of An He, and he could clearly see what was in the pots.
The flowerpots were very small and arranged closely together. They were planted with some unknown grass, which was tender green in color and grew together like a bunch of green onions. They were about two inches long and very neat.
"It's very cute. What kind of grass is it?" An He reached out and touched it.
Na Chen stood beside him without saying anything. An He turned his head to look at him and found that Na Chen was looking at him with contempt.
"What a stupid expression." An He whispered, turned his head and continued to look at the grass. When his eyes swept across the row of small flower pots for the second time, he discovered that the grass in each pot grew differently.
Looking more closely, the grass in each pot is planted into the shape of letters.
The first pot in the first row is the letter h, followed by a…
Although the letters were a little blurry due to the dense grass, An He was able to quickly recognize the words planted in the two rows of flower pots above: happy birthday.
"Daqi..." An He's hand passed over the grass and held the rack. Na Chen always made him feel deeply moved by his nervous surprises.
"There's more." Na Chen pressed his head.
An He smiled and lowered his head to look at the flower pots in the third row.
marry me.
An He turned around and hugged Na Chen, grabbing his back and shoulders fiercely: "Psycho!"
Na Chen put his arm around his waist, smiled and said nothing.
The two of them hugged each other for a while on the side of the road. Passers-by looked over here. Na Chen whispered, "Hey, I noticed that you are not afraid of being seen now?"
"I forgot." An He was stunned for a moment, loosened his arm, quickly stepped back two steps, and pretended to look up and down and left and right, "The weather is nice."
"That's so fake," Na Chen looked at him with a crooked mouth, "You should pat my shoulder and say, buddy, I missed you so much after not seeing you for a long time!"
An He immediately patted him on the shoulder a few times and said, "Good boy! Long time no see! You can even make up lies without hesitation! Come to my office tomorrow and let's talk!"
The two stood by the road and laughed at each other for a long time. Na Chen snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go eat. It's quite far, on the mountain."
"How do we get there?" An He looked at the shelf on the back seat, "Do you want to take this down and put it at my place?"
"What the hell, I took apart four or five music stands to make this," Na Chen touched the stand, "We have to carry this tail on our backs to eat in the mountains. ﹎雅文＿吧> w=ww`.-yaw·en8"
An He couldn't help but laugh: "You really aren't afraid of being seen."
"Are you afraid?" Na Chen turned his head and looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Don't worry," An He stepped back and crossed his arms to look at the shelf. "The craftsmanship is quite good. People will think it's a delivery from a florist at best. And it's a high-end delivery, and it's driven in such a cool car..."
"Get in!" Na Chen jumped into the car happily, turned around and shouted at him across the shelf, "Let's go."
"Why do I feel like I can't sit down?" An He walked over and lifted one leg hesitantly.
"If you need to pee, do it quickly. After you're done, get in the car," Nachen started the car, "Don't pee on the wheels!"
"Get lost!" An He laughed and crossed over to the back seat. "Move forward."
Na Chen moved forward: "When I built the shelf, I took your butt into consideration and left enough space for you. There's no way you can't sit down."
"What's the size of my butt?" An He put his arms around his waist.
"This big," Na Chen raised his hand to compare, "quite tight and perky, and quite white..."
"Drive!" An He put his forehead on Na Chen's back, "You are really hopeless."
The restaurant that Nachen booked is at the top of the mountain. It is a very suitable restaurant to show off. The open-air restaurant leading out from the lobby protrudes from the top of the mountain and is suspended in the air. When you sit there to eat, you can see the panoramic view of the city. It is quite beautiful when the lights are on at night.
An He once suggested to his mother that he take her out to eat, but his mother refused while playing mahjong, saying that she was afraid of heights.
The winding road up the mountain is quite long. An He sat at the back and kept looking back, worried that the flower pots on the shelf would fall down.
"Stop moving! You're making my waist itchy!" Na Chen pinched his leg.
"I'm afraid the flowerpot will fall down." An He looked at the grass in the pot and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
"No, I've used 520 to stick the bottom of the basin to the rack, and it won't come off even if you try to pick it off," Na Chen suddenly honked the horn a few times, blew a whistle, and shouted loudly, "I'm covered in 520, it won't come off even if it sticks to you, and you'll lose a layer of skin before you can try to pick it off—"
"…Is it 502?" An He reminded him.
"It's 520!" Na Chen insisted.
"Okay, 520," An He smiled and put his chin on his shoulder, rubbing his stomach, "520 for the whole body."
The car stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, and a waiter came over and bowed immediately. When he saw the shelf behind the car, the waiter was stunned for a moment before speaking: "Excuse me, sir?"
"Two people, we have reservations, our last name is Na," Na Chen got out of the car and untied the belt tied to the shelf, "Help me carry this thing in."
“…Okay.” The waiter hurried over, picked up the shelf and led them inside.
There are already quite a few people coming to eat, and the seats outside the hall are already full. The piano on one side is playing soft music, and it is very pleasant when the wind blows.
"Did you book a table outside?" An He asked in a low voice.
"Yes, the outermost one, the outermost one." Na Chen nodded.
An He didn't understand what the "outsidemost" meant, but when the waiter led them through the hall to the open-air restaurant, An He saw the table at the outermost edge at a glance.
"Then you... are really great." An He couldn't help but say.
"How exciting! The whole city is at our feet." Na Chen chuckled a few times.
The open-air restaurant surrounds the hall, and every few meters there is a small semicircular round table extending further out, and there is a table on each table.
If you are afraid of heights, you will probably turn around and run away after just one look at this.
The table Nachen booked was very close to the piano. The person playing the piano was a girl in a long skirt who looked pleasing to the eye.
It was getting dark, and soft lights were lit all around. The waiter brought over the candlesticks and lit them.
Na Chen ordered a couple's meal, and after thinking about it, he added another one.
"Can you finish it?" An He whispered.
"One set for our past self, and one set for our present self. If you can't finish it, pack it up for midnight snack." Na Chen held up his chin and looked at him, "You seem to have gained weight."
"A big heart makes you fat. At the rate you're feeding the pigs now, I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed to wear swimming trunks when we go to the island for our honeymoon."
"No," Na Chen put his fingers into the collar of his shirt and hooked them, "You have a beautiful figure now."
The dishes arrived quickly. They were very exquisite, but the portions were not large. An He estimated that there was probably no need to pack them up, as he could finish them all right there.
Na Chen picked up the cup and shook the juice in it: "For the 520 we have."
"For 520," An He picked up his glass and clinked it with his, "When did you plant those little grasses?"
"I planted them a long time ago. They really annoyed me. I watered them for several days but nothing grew. Then one morning, they were almost an inch long!" Na Chen looked at the shelf beside him. "I was shocked. Then they grew like crazy. The letters were very clear at first, but they grew too crazy and became blurred. I even cut them off yesterday..."
"It's not blurry," An He held his hand, "I can see it very clearly."
"Then do you agree?" Na Chen held his hand back.
An He smiled and said, "Promise what?"
"Marry me." Na Chen stared at him.
"Why don't you marry me?" An He clicked his tongue.
"Don't argue with me!" Nachen gritted his teeth.
"If I don't marry you, I'll marry you."
"This is just a format, people always ask this... OK, OK, OK," Na Chen slapped the table, "I'll marry you, do you want to?"
"Yes." An He answered immediately.
"You are so difficult to please," Na Chen smiled and took his bag, pulling out a small leather bag from it, "I have prepared some things."
"What?" An He looked at his hands.
Na Chen pulled out a harmonica from the bag: "Let me tell you a secret, I can also play the harmonica."
“… I know. I’ve heard you brag about it.” Anhe said.
"Ah?" Na Chen was stunned. "How the hell is that possible?"
"It was the day after my first visit to the parking lot. When I left, you were playing with scrap metal." An He couldn't help laughing when he saw Na Chen's shocked face.
"Oh, the surprise is over," Na Chen bit his lip and said with a smile, "This is fate. No one knows that I can play the harmonica except you."
"Well, do you want to blow?" An He touched his face.
"Yes." Na Chen nodded, suddenly stood up, pulled out his chair and walked towards the piano.
An He was stunned. He thought Na Chen would brag at the table, but now it seemed that this guy was going to stand on the platform.
His love for showing off and seeking the limelight hasn't changed at all.
Just when I was wondering whether Na Chen would ask the girl playing the piano to stop for a while, the girl who had been playing the slow tune suddenly stopped.
When Na Chen walked to the piano, a string of notes slipped out from her hands. It was a piece of jazz that was completely different from the soft and melodious music before.
The people eating fell silent at the same time, all their eyes fell on Na Chen.
Na Chen stood in front of the microphone next to the piano and glanced at An He.
An He suddenly felt his heart beating very fast.
Na Chen smiled, swayed his body slightly to the prelude, lowered his head and began to sing: "Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seemwhisper I love you..."
The moment the hoarse and somewhat lazy voice came out, An He leaned back in his chair and pressed his eyes with his hands.
After singing the first sentence, everyone who was eating put down their chopsticks and some people applauded.
Na Chen took the wireless microphone from the microphone stand, raised the harmonica, and began to play, and applause rang out again.
An He was not familiar with the harmonica and had hardly ever heard it. His knowledge of the harmonica was still limited to the Guoguang accent harmonica he played in elementary school. He only knew that the harmonica Na Chen used was a harmonica that was less than the length of a palm.
It is completely different from the Greensleeves I heard last time, and it suddenly pulls people into the lazy and rhythmic music.
After playing for a while, Na Chen started to sing again: "Stars fading but I linger dear, still craving your kiss, I'm longingliill dawn dear, just saying this..."
After singing a section, Na Chen slowly walked to An He with the accompaniment of piano and watched him start playing the last section.
An He looked at him with a smile. This was the first time since Na Chen confessed to him at Boiling Point that he ignored the gazes around him and only looked at Na Chen and listened to Na Chen.
Large areas of lights had begun to light up at the foot of the mountain, golden and silver, twinkling like countless stars beneath their feet.
A gust of warm wind blew by, and Na Chen put down his harmonica to the sound of music. He took out a small box from his pocket, opened it and handed it to An He.
"I'll give you a chance to take the initiative." Na Chen said in a low voice.
An He stood up and saw a pair of rings in the box. They were simple but exquisite in style.
He took it out and looked at it, then smiled and took Na Chen's left hand, put the ring with "I love Anhe" on his ring finger, and whispered, "You are mine."
Na Chen nodded, picked up another ring, put it on his left ring finger, pulled it to his lips and kissed it gently: "From now on, we will buy one get one free and stick together and not separate the rice cakes..."
"What a description." An He was so moved that he couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
“sweet dreams till sunbeams find you…” Na Chen smiled and sang the last sentence along with the music.
An Hyuk looked him in the eyes face to face and said with him: “Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you…”
The author has something to say: The main story is finished. I will take a day off tomorrow and update the extra chapter on Saturday.
Thank you to the girls who have always supported the authentic version. Every click and every message from you is my motivation. I have been a bit busy recently and have not replied to the comments for a long time, but I have read every message carefully and I have not missed any messages sent by the grenade throwing system, cough.
Thank you! I bow.
After the extra chapter is updated, I will take a break for a while, help Yaya lose some weight, save the manuscript for the next project, and try to start a new project by the end of April. I hope to see you then.
ps There are a few more nonsense words.
Probably because what I wrote this time was "mental illness", I often see girls expressing their depressed mood in comments and private messages.
I want to say that everyone will have psychological lows, more or less, longer or shorter. This is not a terrible thing. What’s important is how we face it.
People are all receptive to suggestions. Even if you don't realize it, your emotions will still be affected by your attitude.
Don't label yourself as having depression or something like that. Many times you are just feeling anxious and it will get better after a period of time. Depression is actually very far away from you. Don't intensify your negative emotions and push yourself into a more depressed state.
Even a person like me doesn't always have so many happy things. I have also experienced long periods of insomnia, hair loss, and irritability. It all depends on what attitude you choose...
I chose the attitude of... *..., cough.
No matter what, no matter how difficult the road is, you will take one step less with each step you take, and no matter how dark the days are, they will become one day less with each passing day. What are you afraid of? It will always pass, right
When these things are finally over, you look back and may sigh that you are much stronger and more awesome than you thought. Then you will be like me, telling other children, you know how depressed I was back then! I almost couldn't make it! Then the children will be scared to death by you, and ask, "How did you make it?" You answer, "I made it!" What a sense of accomplishment...
In short, nothing is impossible. I hope that all those who were unhappy in the past, are unhappy now, and may be unhappy in the future will look back and sigh that they are very strong one day! Come on!