"Then I'll pick you up at half past ten." Na Chen hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, leaned back in the armchair and stretched his legs.
Li Fan was sitting on the floor by the door carving words on his guitar. When he heard Na Chen's words, he looked up and asked, "Are you really going to pick it up?"
"Yeah." Na Chen reached out and rummaged through the wooden box next to him for a long time. He took out a pair of nail clippers and began to carefully cut the nails of his left hand. The nails were not long, so he cut along the edges and almost cut into the flesh.
"Why? Is it the guy who video chatted with you that day? There are many people who are better looking than him chasing you," Li Fan plucked the strings a few times, "How could he let you pick him up?"
"You look like a bandit soldier and yet you have the time to criticize others." Na Chen curled the corners of his mouth.
Li Fan counted A, B, C, D with his fingers, and laughed after a moment of pause: "Damn!"
"He's pretty good-looking," Na Chen said, rubbing his fingertips against the legs of his jeans after trimming his nails. "He looks like a nice guy."
Li Fan laughed for a long time before he put his guitar aside and stood up: "Xiao Chenchen, I can tell at a glance that person is not the same kind of person as you."
"We are not the same kind of people," Na Chen threw the nail clippers back into the box, "Call the old man in the canteen to send some food over. I'm hungry."
"Don't eat snacks, they won't fill you up," Li Fan took out his phone and called for takeout. "By the way, I have something really funny to tell you."
"explain."
"Yesterday, my wife's mother's old lady dance team asked if we could sing with them at the street's year-end performance," Li Fan said with a smile, "The old lady is really thoughtful..."
Na Chen raised his eyes and looked at him: "What song is the accompaniment?"
"A flower on the grassland!" Li Fan laughed and then stood up straight and began to sing with a serious face, "I am a flower on the grassland, just beginning to show my beauty. Mother grassland loves me and I love her deeply..."
"Go." Na Chen said.
"What?" Li Fan was stunned.
"Let's go sing "A Flower of the Prairie" for the old ladies' dance team," Na Chen snapped his fingers, "When?"
"Next Saturday... Are you sick? There are old men and women everywhere, and the youngest one must be over 40 years old..." Li Fan glared at Na Chen.
"It's settled, let's go and tell the old lady," Na Chen stood up and jumped, kicked open the black iron door and jumped out, shouting, "Let's go party with the old men and women!"
It was already past ten o'clock when An He came out of a lazily bath at home. He changed his clothes and wanted to call to ask if Na Chen had come out, but remembering that Na Chen said he hated answering the phone, he didn't call. He looked at the time and walked to the gate of the community at half past ten.
As soon as he turned out, he heard the roar of a motorcycle coming from the distance. He turned his head to look at the other side of the road. Na Chen's golden Bombardier came in front of him in a few seconds, causing a gust of wind.
An He shrank his neck: "Quite on time."
"It's quite close," Na Chen tilted his head towards him, "Come up."
Na Chen didn't have his long straight black hair today. He was wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket, a pair of military boots, and a gray ski cap on his head. An He glanced at him several times before slowly getting on the back seat.
The bike is very big, and the feeling of sitting on it is completely different from that of an ordinary motorcycle. An He zipped up his zipper to the end and drove a motorcycle in such a cold weather. The north wind blew all the way to Ye Ge. He didn't know if he could get off the bike.
Na Chen's car was not driving fast, so when An He arrived at Ye Ge, he was not frozen to death, and his legs could still bend when he got out of the car.
Today is not a special day, but Yege has performances almost every weekend, and there are still many people standing outside waiting for their friends.
"Who did you call?" An He walked into Ye Ge and only remembered to ask after his head was flooded with the loud music.
"From the band," Nachen leaned over to him and said, "and probably David and Dongzi's wives."
"Oh." An He responded. He didn't know who these two people were. He only knew that Na Chen's voice was particularly seductive when he listened closely, and suddenly made him have some not-so-pure thoughts.
The big table that Nachen and his friends had booked was the closest to the stage, and one could clearly see the tense and relaxed muscles of the people dancing on the stage.
There were already a few people sitting at the table. Judging from their attire, the men should be members of the band, but An He didn't recognize the others except the lead singer of the Shamatte band who slept at Chen's house that day. There were also two girls, probably the two girlfriends whose names he didn't remember.
The lead singer didn't act like a "Shamatte" today. When he saw An He, he raised the cup in his hand and nodded.
An He also nodded. A few people nearby who were playing with dice stopped and chatted with Na Chen for a few words. They all looked at An He, but Na Chen did not introduce himself, and they did not ask more questions.
An He took off his coat and sat down, then he took the glass of wine handed to him by Na Chen and took a sip.
"Hey, brother," a girl tapped the dice cup on the table a few times and raised her chin towards An He, "Come and play."
"What are you playing?" An He sat there without moving. The girl should be very pretty, but her makeup was very heavy and there were dark circles around her eyes. An He felt like taking an egg and rolling it for her.
"What do you want to play?" The girl looked at him arrogantly.
"Just order whatever you want." An He took a cigarette, lit it and put it between his lips. He had played all the games in the bar before. When Lin Ruoxue got excited, she was crazier than anyone else.
"Hey," the girl looked at him and laughed, putting the dice cup on the table next to a few people, "It seems not as serious as it looks, so let's play the most ordinary one."
"Feng Nier is in a very good mood today." Li Fan took the dice cup and shook it.
"I'm so happy that I got paid today," Feng Ni shook the dice cup wildly as if she was having a seizure, then covered the mouth of the cup with her hand and looked at it, "7 fives!"
Na Chen was next to Feng Ni. After shaking the dice, he never touched the dice cup again. After Feng Ni finished shouting, she looked at him. He looked at Feng Ni and said, "10 ones."
"Nachen, you are sick again." Someone said with a smile.
"If you don't believe me, just open it." Na Chen looked at him and smiled.
No one opened the door, so they kept shouting. An He didn't shout too exaggeratedly, he just kept shouting. It was actually easier to guess that 1 had been shouted out by Na Chen, and there weren't many people left to continue.
Fengni probably drank a lot before, and she was shouting excitedly at this moment. Everyone at the table was a little bit out of control because of her. I don’t know if Nachen really didn’t know how to play or was just having a seizure, but he shouted, “20 ones!”
An He saw Li Fan raised his eyebrows and knew that he was going to rush to open it. Out of gratitude to Na Chen and Na Dun Ya Yuan, An He quickly shouted before Li Fan: "Open it."
"Hey!" Li Fan looked at An He, "It would be better if I could just shout and stop him. I can't kill him."
An He smiled but said nothing. Na Chen took the glass filled with wine, tilted his head back and started drinking. He glanced in An He's direction with an ambiguous smile in his eyes.
After a few rounds, everyone at the table drank a lot and asked to change the way of playing.
Sitting next to Li Fan was the keyboard player of their band, Yan Yi. He was short and his eyes were always curved as if he was smiling. He drank the most in these rounds. He rolled the dice and shouted, "Let's do it with no brains and just luck! Seven eight | nine seven eight | nine!"
Everyone agreed. An He's luck was not very good. He got eight twice in a row, and both times were full cups. Half a cup was enough. After drinking the second half cup, he saw Na Chen holding his forehead with his fingers and smiling at him happily.
"Next time come back for nine." Na Chen smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.
An He rolled up his shirt sleeves and shook the dice cup. It was seven. He took the bottle and poured half a glass of wine into it.
"Brother," Feng Ni leaned back on the sofa and laughed so hard that she was shaking, "I'm going all out."
"Yeah." An He nodded with a smile.
The next few people shook their heads and got either nothing or seven, with even eight not appearing. When it was Na Chen's turn to shake the second time, the number of glasses of wine had been filled to almost two.
Na Chen held the dice cup in his hand, tapped it twice with his fingertips, and suddenly raised his hand. The dice cup was lifted up, and after shaking it in the air for a few times, he put it back on the table. He turned to look at An He: "What number did you say it was?"
"Nine." An He smiled.
Na Chen didn't say anything. He took away the dice cup. Feng Ni rushed over and counted them one by one: "Two... two... three... one... one! Nine! Oh my god, this nine is too standard!"
Everyone at the table was laughing so hard that they banged their cups on the table, "Now Chen, drink up!"
Na Chen didn't say much. He took the wine, tilted his head back and started pouring it into his mouth. An He looked at him. He had noticed when Na Chen drank before that this guy was a good drinker. He just didn't know if he could hold on after two glasses.
In just a few seconds, Na Chen finished the cup and placed it on the table with the mouth of the cup facing down. There was a faint blush on his face. An He did not make a fuss like the others, but just leaned on the sofa and watched. The state of Na Chen with his friends was completely different from the last time they met.
“Don’t stop! Oh…” Li Fan drank a lot and almost slipped under the table, “Chen honey, don’t stop - oh… ah…”
"Go on," Na Chen picked up the cup with one hand and took out his phone with the other. He stood up and started filming Li Fan. He then raised his chin towards Yan Yi, who was standing beside him, and said, "Yan Er, go over and help him."
"Okay!" Yan Yi shouted and pounced on Li Fan, touching him all over. David and Dongzi next to him also pounced on him, making all kinds of gangster poses.
People at the nearby tables looked over and some even laughed and joined in the fun.
"Don't interrupt me," Li Fan couldn't push the person away, so he could only cover his crotch with one hand and point at Na Chen with the other, "Finish your drink!"
Na Chen smiled and drank again. An He watched from the side, made some space for the people who were huddled together, and moved towards Na Chen.
Na Chen drank this cup obviously slower than the first one. He didn't finish the half cup for a long time and just kept his head raised without moving.
"Brother Chen can't take it anymore!" Feng Ni clapped her hands in a shrill voice, and smiled at An He, "Thank you for that half cup!"
“How about I help…” An He saw that he really couldn’t drink anymore, so he wanted to stand up and help him drink.
He had just stood up halfway and hadn't even straightened his legs when Na Chen suddenly poured half the glass of wine into his mouth and threw the glass to the ground. Several people were cheering when he reached out and grabbed An He's shoulder.
An He was pushed back onto the sofa by him. Before he could come to his senses, Na Chen had already knelt beside him, pressed him down, and pinched his face with one hand.
Na Chen's grip was very strong and An He was unprepared for it. After being pinched so hard, his face felt numb and tingling. He was about to curse incoherently, "Are you sick?", when Na Chen suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.
An He froze, the people around him were shouting, he was a little dazed.
However, strictly speaking, Na Chen's action was not a kiss. He just pressed his lips against An He's. Then he used a little force with his fingers, and An He had to open his mouth.
The wine with Na Chen's body temperature slid into his mouth.
Hold!
An He roared in his heart and wanted to shut up and turn away, but Na Chen held his face tightly and put his tongue into his mouth, licking it gently with the wine.
Although An He was a little annoyed, he was not going to just shut up and bite Chen. Besides, what he had to consider now was the issue of the wine that was constantly being poured into his mouth.
If he kept his mouth shut, the wine would probably flow out from the corners of his mouth in an extremely obscene and ambiguous way.
An He didn't want to embarrass himself, so he had to swallow the wine in his mouth helplessly and almost choked.
When Na Chen let him go, he lightly brushed his lips with the tip of his tongue, then sat back in his seat and looked at An He with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"Naichen, you two are so shameless." Feng Ni covered her mouth and lay on the table, laughing so hard that the table shook.
"He wants to help me drink it." Na Chen wiped his mouth and looked at An He provocatively.
"Hmm," An He leaned back on the sofa and licked his lips, "It tastes good."
Na Chen didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes and stared at him.
An He did not avoid his gaze and looked into his eyes.
Na Chen's eyes were beautiful, bright and deep. Unlike what he showed, his eyes gave people a very quiet feeling. After looking at them for a long time, the noise around them began to fade away.
When the screams and laughter around him suddenly became louder, An He suddenly realized that the few people who were dancing on the stage holding chairs and poles had jumped off the stage at some point and surrounded him.
"I've been watching you for a long time..." Someone grabbed An He's arm and dragged him to the stage, "Handsome guy in white shirt, you're so sexy!"
Several others also rushed forward to pull him up.
"Wait wait wait wait wait..." An He was pulled off the sofa and shouted in a series. He was too familiar with this scene. When he came to Ye Ge before, every time he saw someone being dragged onto the stage, they would join in the fun. Lin Ruoxue, who was having so much fun, would rush over to help push. Now it was his turn, and An He's mood was indescribable.
"What are you waiting for? Come up here, handsome guy." Someone stood behind him, hugged his waist and shouted.
There were people all around making a fuss and screaming, and coming over to help push the ball. It was a complete mess, and An He was half-lifted and thrown onto the stage in the chaos.
When he turned around and was about to jump, he was surrounded by several people, their hands touching him all over.
"Handsome guy," someone pulled him to the chair in the middle of the stage, "Just cooperate, it's just fun."
An He wanted to say, "Brother, please spare me and find someone else to have fun with," but he was pushed to sit on the chair.
Amid the noisy music and screams, An He saw Na Chen, who was leaning on the sofa with his legs on the table and his arms folded, with an interested expression on his face and a smile on his lips.
When he saw An He's gaze, he raised his hand, stroked his lips with his fingertips, licked them with the tip of his tongue, then slid his fingers down to his collarbone and gently traced them.
This action caused An He's breathing to quicken for a moment on the stage, and his shirt buttons were unbuttoned. When An He tried to dodge, the person behind him had already reached in, touched his chest, and then pulled his shirt to both sides.
The screams from the audience suddenly increased to a higher level.
The movements of the people dancing around Anhe were very explicit. As soon as Anhe lowered his eyelids, he could see the person kneeling between his legs and lying on his crotch, moving up and down. He felt a little helpless.
There were a few people around him who were twisting their bodies and rubbing their sensitive parts against his arms. One of them even pulled his hand and pressed it on her lower abdomen. The audiences were all very excited. Some of them even poured wine on him and shouted for him to be stripped naked!
An He tried to stand up several times, but was pushed back every time. He didn't want to make a scene, so he just hid. When he looked down, he could see Na Chen staring at him with interest, with his arms folded.
When their eyes met, Na Chen picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then slowly licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and a smile appeared at the left corner of his mouth.
"Damn!" An He's shirt was pulled off by several people, and one person threw his shirt to the stage.
A group of people at the table jumped up and started to grab it. Feng Ni quickly jumped up, screamed, rushed over, grabbed his shirt, jumped back to their table, and threw the clothes into Na Chen's hands.
Na Chen took his clothes, put them under his nose and smelled them, then made an intoxicated expression and his smile deepened.
This kid is watching a show!
"Daqi!" An He shouted. Someone had already started to put their hands into his pants. He couldn't bear it any longer. Several of them were very strong. They kept holding him down and preventing him from moving while telling him to "don't be nervous, handsome guy."
Na Chen heard his shout, but sat there without moving. He just turned his head and raised his hand to his ear, and moved his mouth. An He saw what his lip shape was: What
"Nachen!" An He pressed the man's hand that was reaching into his underwear and roared.
"Call you boyfriend?" The person standing behind him laughed.
Na Chen threw the shirt in his hand onto the sofa, slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the stage, then jumped up and walked in front of An He amid the cheers from the audience.
"Make way." He pulled the shoulder of the man kneeling in front of Anhe's legs.
The man stood up, touched Anhe's legs twice, and twisted away.
Just as An He was about to stand up, Na Chen suddenly knelt down on one knee and extended a hand to him.
"What?" An He was stunned. This posture looked like a proposal. The cell phone flashlights in the audience were flashing, and the people dancing around him looked a little confused.
"Do you want to go down?" Na Chen looked at him.
An He hesitated for a moment and put his hand on Na Chen's hand.
Na Chen grabbed his hand and pulled it hard. He was pulled off the chair and fell towards Na Chen in a daze.
Na Chen tilted his head, bent down, hugged his legs, nimbly lifted him onto his shoulders, stood up, turned around, and jumped off the stage in two steps.