An He was carried off the platform by Na Chen's big head. When he jumped down, he was jolted hard and his face hit Na Chen's lower back. An He felt that his tongue was almost cut off by his teeth and he felt dizzy due to cerebral congestion. When he saw Na Chen's buttocks which looked firm and tight, he felt that he was drunk.
Na Chen threw him onto the sofa. Several people at the table were laughing so hard. Feng Ni kept slapping the table, her voice shrill and bright: "Brother, you are the calmest person I have ever seen after being dragged onto the stage! You were so calm even after your clothes were taken off. You are amazing!"
Calm? An He took his shirt and put it on quickly. He was probably used to facing a classroom full of students, so he was not at a loss when being stared at by so many people. But he was not very calm either. If Na Chen didn't come up, he was going to call Na Chen for help.
"Calm down." Na Chen handed over a glass of wine.
"No need. I feel like vomiting after being hit by your shoulder a few times." An He took the cup and put it on the table, then leaned back on the sofa and tucked the hem of his shirt into his pants.
"Do you want me to accompany you to the toilet?" Na Chen leaned close to him and asked in a low voice with a smile in his voice.
"No need," An He turned his head. When Na Chen came closer, he had a warm breath on him, which made people feel very comfortable. "You must have drunk a lot. Thank you for not throwing me to the ground just now."
"I didn't drink much," Na Chen bent one leg and stepped on the sofa, "If I drank too much, I would just carry you to the toilet and strip you naked."
An He didn't say anything. Na Chen's smile at the beginning and his teasing words now made him feel an indescribable restlessness.
"Your scar," Na Chen still leaned against him, his fingers gently sliding into his sleeves, "how did you get it?"
A fine itchy feeling quickly spread along his arm to his whole body. An He felt that he should pull his hand away, but he did not move. After a while, he simply said, "I fell."
"Oh." Na Chen smiled.
"Brother!" The girl next to Feng Ni was probably drunk. She hadn't said much the whole night, but now she suddenly reached out and slapped the table in front of An He, "Come and play! Count to 7!"
Everyone at the table was drunk and out of their minds. Those below 40 were all knocking on their cups and shouting. Na Chen did not make any mistakes. Although An He felt a little dizzy, he tried hard to shake off the wine in his head and struggled not to make any mistakes.
We drank until after two o'clock. The surroundings were in a mess. A lot of people had left. The people at this table also fell down, some lying on the ground. The two girls kept singing.
"Let's go," Nachen stood up, "Let's go to my place."
"What should we do with them?" An He took his coat and put it on, then stood up.
"Don't worry about it. When you wake up, you can crawl back by yourself." Na Chen stepped over the legs of the table without looking back and walked towards the door.
Na Chen left very decisively, and An He didn't care much and just followed him out.
After going out, the night wind blowing on An He's head made all the pores on his body suddenly contract, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"Cold?" Na Chen turned around, threw the scarf he had been holding in his hand, and jumped down the steps in front of Ye Ge's door. "I'll show you something exciting."
"What are you playing?" An He wrapped the scarf around his neck and smelled a faint scent of perfume. Just as he was about to follow him downstairs, he saw Na Chen getting on the Bombardier parked next to him. "Are you still driving?"
"Can't drive?" Na Chen sat in the car with his legs propped up on the ground and squinted his eyes. The street lights illuminated his profile with a hint of disdain.
"You're not driving under the influence, you're driving while drunk." An He walked up to him.
Na Chen stared at him for a while and said, "Come up. There is a parking lot at the intersection. I'll park my car there."
An He looked at the big letter P on the other side of the intersection and got on the back seat.
"Hold on." After starting the car, Na Chen put his hands behind his back and touched his leg, then put on the goggles he had just taken out of the suitcase behind the car.
An He was about to ask why the car was dressed like this when it drove to the intersection, but before he could open his mouth, the car made a loud roar, rushed down the sidewalk like an arrow, and rushed into the empty street.
An He's body suddenly leaned back due to inertia. Without caring about anything else, he quickly reached out and hugged Na Chen's waist.
The car did not drive towards the parking lot at the intersection, but rushed in the opposite direction. Within a few seconds, An He felt as if he was on the top of a mountain in a windy weather, and he could hardly open his eyes.
This guy is not going to the parking lot at all!
"You're crazy!" he leaned close to Na Chen's ear and shouted.
"You're out of luck!" Na Chen tilted his head and laughed, his hair flying in the wind. "If you don't want to fall, hold on to me tight!"
"Stop the car!" An He didn't know whether he was drunk or frightened, but there was a madness in Na Chen's smile, which made him very nervous.
He didn't want the next day's newspaper headline to be "Two men died in a luxury car after drinking", with a subtitle saying that an eyewitness said the two had been in the same bar before their death. That's still good. If it were a tabloid, it would be "Two men died in a car accident after drinking, and people familiar with the matter said they were all gay, or a gay guy had a one-night stand and drove home drunk. It's unpredictable, how tragic it is to have a car crash and die...
"It's too late--" Na Chen suddenly raised his right hand and shouted, with his index finger pointing at the moon or the stars or something. An He didn't dare to look up, so it might be that he was pointing at the street lamp.
The night wind whistled past my ears like crazy, and the roar of motorcycles echoed far away in the quiet street in the middle of the night, as if announcing to the world that two lunatics were whizzing past.
An He narrowed his eyes and buried his face in Chen Hou's back. He did not dare to look up. At the current speed of the car, if he put his face in the wind, he would probably look ferocious.
The scarf was so tight that it looked like it was about to be hanged, but it couldn't stop the cold wind from blowing into his coat. He must look like an angry puffer fish that had just been fished out of the water.
But it wasn’t cold. Firstly, I drank too much and couldn’t feel it obviously. Secondly, I was scared.
An He's entire attention was now on the speed of the car. He had no chance to jump out of the car and could only pray that Na Chen wasn't drunk.
"Are you feeling good?" Na Chen asked him in a roar.
"Unhappy!" An He yelled behind his back, "Are you sick?"
"You figured it out," Na Chen started laughing, and his laughter was particularly loud. This was the first time An He heard him laugh so loudly, and he laughed so happily that his hands holding the handlebars were shaking. "You have good taste!"
"If you want it to stop, then stop it!" An He shouted, his hair standing on end.
"Fly!" Na Chen shouted.
The car suddenly took off into the air, and the sudden feeling of losing gravity made An He break out in a cold sweat, and his internal organs shrank into a ball. He quickly looked forward and saw that the car had driven onto some unknown road. A huge steep slope caused the motorcycle to take off into the air and fly past.
Before An He could react, Na Chen let go of the handlebars, raised both hands and pointed upwards, and let out a loud and high-pitched scream.
"I—fuck—" An He finally burst out with a broken cry.
The vibration when landing caused the car body to shake. An He was mentally prepared for overturning and jumping out of the car. At this time, Na Chen put his hand back on the handlebars, and the car regained stability and continued to rush forward.
After a few minutes, the car speed gradually decreased, the sound of the wind in my ears became quieter, and the silence of the night began to slowly return to me.
After Anhe's puffer jacket returned to its original state, the car stopped by the roadside.
Na Chen didn't move. He sat in the car and lit a cigarette. An He sat behind him and took a long time to come back to his senses before jumping out of the car. He ran to a tree on the side of the road and leaned against it. It took him a long time to feel his heartbeat return to its normal rhythm.
"Is it exciting?" Na Chen asked, his voice no longer had the excitement it had before, and became very low.
An He got angry when he heard his words and pointed at him: "If you want to die in the future, die on your own, don't drag someone else down with you."
Na Chen didn't react, he didn't even turn his head, staring at the cigarette between his fingers: "I like this road the most."
An He ignored him and looked at the road.
This road was unfamiliar. An He had never been here before. He could only roughly judge from the direction and time that this road was a road leading out of the city in the east.
There are wastelands and empty farmlands on both sides. There are no other lights except for street lamps every hundred meters or so. It is estimated that there are not many people on this road during the day.
After escaping from the excitement of high speed, the tranquility of the road was magnified out of nowhere. The completely different feeling made An He a little unable to adjust. He felt like he was thrown into the night fog and was sinking all the way down.
Only then did he notice Na Chen's changed tone and raised his head to glance in his direction.
Na Chen was already lying on the seat, with one leg bent and stepping on the fuel tank, a cigarette in his mouth, his arms hanging down, shaking gently, his fingertips moving back and forth on the ground.
"Just keep running forward, keep running forward," Na Chen said, looking at the dark night sky, "and when you look up you will see the stars."
"What?" An He didn't understand his nonsensical words.
"My mother said so." Na Chen said.
"Oh, really?" An He smiled and replied casually, "When did you say that?"
"When she started to think about killing someone," Na Chen took a long drag on his cigarette, slowly exhaled it, and sat up, patting the back seat, "Get in, we're almost there, I'll drive slowly."
An He stood still, wanting to kill someone
"I'm not lying to you. I only go this far every time." Na Chen threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out.
Driving further ahead, it was still desolate. An He didn't know whether this feeling was due to the current time or if the road was just like this.
When Na Chen drove the car into a large used car recycling yard on the side of the road, An He was a little dazed again.
There was a large guard room in the used car yard. When the sound of the motorcycle was heard, the lights in the guard room came on. Na Chen stopped the car and shone the headlights at the door.
"Are you back?" The door opened and a gray head with messy hair popped out.
"Uncle Lu, I'm sorry to wake you up," Na Chen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it over, "Go to sleep quickly."
"I helped you light a fire, and I thought you wouldn't come back." Uncle Lu caught the cigarette he threw to him.
"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Na Chen waved his hand and drove into the parking lot.
There were no lights in the parking lot and it was very dark. The area illuminated by the headlights was filled with various cars that had been dismantled into empty shells, large and small, complete, half-broken, or crushed. From time to time, you could see scrap tires piled together.
These strange-shaped black shadows were vaguely rising and falling in the car lights, making An He inexplicably feel as if he had arrived in another time and space.
"Do you live here?" An He asked behind Na Chen.
Na Chen didn't say anything and drove the car straight in. The parking lot was very large and they drove through all kinds of scrap metal and tires, turning and turning until they continued to move forward to the deepest part of the parking lot.
After a long time, Na Chen stopped in a small open space, turned off the engine, and the surroundings were immediately plunged into thick night fog.
Na Chen got out of the car in the dark and took a few steps. A voice came from the front: "Welcome to Xiao Chenchen's secret base."
An He also got out of the car. What kind of bullshit is this secret base that can’t even be seen
A light suddenly lit up in front of them, a warm yellow color that cut through the night. For a moment, it was so dazzling that An He could hardly open his eyes.
Nachen stood in the middle of the open space a few meters away from him with his arms open.
An He looked at his black silhouette in the backlight and stood there for a long time without saying anything.
Behind Na Chen were two dismantled freight cars, very large, placed side by side, with the doors facing this side. The cars were sprayed black, looking like two monsters lying under the light.
At first, An He thought that these warm yellow lights were those LED string lights, but now he could see clearly that they were a series of light bulbs hanging above the open space in front of the carriage. There were also many hanging on the carriage, like glowing oranges.
"Come in," Na Chen turned and walked to the car door, took out the key and opened the door, "Take off your shoes."
An He walked over slowly, followed Na Chen, took off his shoes and entered the car.
The warm air blowing towards him made his whole body relax.
Na Chen turned on the light in the carriage. The light was hung in the middle of the carriage. It had a hollow iron lampshade that was probably handmade, and inside it was an ordinary light bulb.
The light spilled out from the hollow lampshade, casting spots of different sizes in the carriage.
This is Na Chen’s secret base.
An He didn't know what the other carriage was like, but this carriage was covered with thick gray wool carpet, which was warm and comfortable to step on.
There was a computer against the wall, and a bed made of wooden boards opposite. On the wall were graffiti of various colors that An He saw during the video call that day. There were also many things that were difficult to identify, such as chains, messy paintings, tapestries, photos, guitars, and a erhu.
There was a tin bucket on the ground in the middle near the door. The fire had been put out and it was covered with a lid, but it was still warm.
There were two skylights on the top of the carriage, probably for letting in smoke.
"Are you still cold?" Na Chen kicked over an inflatable cushion with a thick blanket on it. It looked very comfortable. "Sit down."
An He hesitated for a moment, took off his coat, sat down, and sank into the cushion, leaning softly, the effect of the alcohol slowly rising up on him.
He has not fully recovered from this evening's attack. He feels as if he has been in ups and downs all night. The various shocks that Chen has brought to him seem to have never stopped. Now his brain, which has been soaked in alcohol, is in a mess and is buzzing like an exhaust fan.
Na Chen took off his coat, then raised his arm to take off the T-shirt underneath.
An He's eyes swept over him and stopped at the scorpion tattoo on his waist. It was a little blurry in the video, but now he could clearly see the scorpion's claws and the hooks on its tail.
The scorpion's tail seemed to have a three-dimensional feel, and was raised. Before An He could figure out how the three-dimensional effect was created, Na Chen turned around, bent down, and took out a box of milk from the box on the ground next to him.
There is a scar on his lower back at the same position as the scorpion's tail.
An He suddenly understood the three-dimensional effect of the scorpion's tail.
Through
"Would you like to drink it?" Na Chen handed the milk to him.
"Thank you," An He sat up straight, took the milk, and raised his chin, "Is that a knife wound?"
"Well," Na Chen looked down and curled his lips, "Sexy?"
"What?" An He didn't understand whether he was asking about the knife wound or the tattoo.
"I." Na Chen lowered his arms, hooked his chin with his fingers, and slowly slid his fingertips from bottom to top to his lips and lightly tapped them.
"Not bad." An He smiled, leaned back and avoided Na Chen's hand.
An He was not prepared for Na Chen's teasing and hints. He did not interpret Na Chen's previous words "If you want to play, play all night long" in any extra way. If he had known from the beginning that Na Chen's playing all night long had this meaning, he would not have agreed to come.
He had never thought about sleeping with someone he had only known for such a short time and had only met four times including chance encounters.
This person is still a student.
"Do you usually stay here?" An He changed the subject. Although he didn't want to go to bed with Na Chen in principle, he couldn't deny that he was a little hot because of Na Chen's teasing, so he had to interrupt.
"Not necessarily. Maybe two or three days a week if we're not rehearsing." Na Chen took a box of milk and sat on another inflatable cushion, stretching his legs casually over the edge of the bed.
"Did you do all this yourself?" An He looked around the room again. Although it was a bit messy, it was still obvious that a lot of thought had gone into its arrangement.
"Well, we can get the materials outside." Na Chen took a pack of cigarettes from the carpet, took out a cigarette, lit it and put it in his mouth, then threw the pack at An He.
An He was a little drunk and felt dizzy. He held a cigarette in his mouth but did not light it.
After a moment of silence, he still felt the atmosphere was too ambiguous, so he asked for conversation: "Are you from the local area?"
"Yeah." Na Chen exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at him with his forehead supported.
His gaze was very direct, scanning his body up and down, and An He could feel it clearly.
He moved and adjusted his sitting position: "Do your parents think you live on campus?"
Na Chen suddenly fell silent. An He glanced at him and found that the smile on Na Chen's face disappeared and his eyes turned cold.
An He was a little embarrassed. He drank too much today. Otherwise, based on his understanding of students, with Na Chen's personality, unstable emotions and behavior, plus the style of his "secret base" here, he should have thought that this man's family was most likely not normal, so he would not have asked.
An He did not speak again, and Na Chen did not speak either. He just stared at him coldly. The temperature in the room, which had been warm because of the residual heat of the iron barrel, gradually dropped, and finally An He began to feel cold.
He stood up, took his coat and put it on, but Na Chen remained silent.
He stood there for a few seconds and walked towards the door: "Why don't I go back? There should be night taxis on the main road. The morning taxis may have already come out..."
As soon as his hand touched the door, Na Chen jumped up from the cushion, took two steps over and grabbed his hand: "Go back?"
"Yes," An He pulled his hand away, "I'm drunk and want to go back to sleep."
"Are you kidding me?" Na Chen leaned against the door, folded his arms and looked at him with his eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean?" An He put his hands in his pockets and looked at him. He didn't know what was wrong with Na Chen. Did he want to fight because he said something wrong
"Anhe," Na Chen lowered his voice, his hoarse voice had a completely different feeling from his previous coldness, "Do you think I brought you here just to chat?"
"What else?" An He smiled. Na Chen's attitude and these words had opened a hole in the corner of his heart that he had been hiding. The faint pain made him squint his eyes. "Do you want to go to bed?"