"Relax," Na Chen's voice came close to his ear, like a breath blowing. An He began to feel his body floating, and it kept going up. The soft thick fur cushion seemed to lose its mass and became softer and softer.
I couldn't tell whether it was the lingering effects of the alcohol or the effects of the drugs, but both my body and nerves became extremely sensitive.
…
For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the two people's breathing.
Na Chen leaned on An He, and when his heartbeat slowly calmed down, he propped himself up with his arms and looked down at An He.
An He closed his eyes and did not move. When Na Chen sat up, An He's legs were still on his legs. Na Chen gently laid his legs flat and felt that An He's whole body was very soft.
He pulled the blanket next to him to cover An He and got out of bed: "Don't move."
I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
An He still had his eyes closed, his mind was still confused, and his body still felt as if it was floating without gravity, as if he was not lying on a bed, but on a cloud swaying in the wind.
Then I didn’t know what I felt, I felt very sleepy, and it seemed like the sleepiness had been suppressed by desire all the time, and now it all burst out at once.
In a daze, he felt Na Chen leave the house, and came back after a while. He seemed to wipe him carefully, and after cleaning him up carefully, he lay down next to him.
The lights in the room were turned off, and An He quickly fell asleep. His last memory was Na Chen stretching out his arms and hugging him.
I slept very deeply. I was sleepy, because of the alcohol, the exhaustion after venting, and that damn rush.
When An He woke up, he lay there in a daze for about five minutes before coming back to his senses.
His legs and waist were aching, and the numbness in a certain part of his body made him clearly aware of what had happened last night.
He stared at the roof covered with white fluff, unable to describe his feeling.
Fuck.
depressed.
Want to get angry.
And the feeling of pleasure that kept replaying in his mind.
"Fuck." An He closed his eyes and cursed through gritted teeth.
Nachen was not in bed. On the chair beside the bed was a set of Nachen's clothes, including sweatpants and a T-shirt. There were snacks and milk on the small white coffee table.
An He had no appetite. He grabbed his clothes, put them on randomly, and walked out of the house.
The temperature in the room outside was quite low and the oil drums in the room had been taken away. He put on his shoes and walked outside.
The sun was shining brightly, and it gave him a warm feeling. An He looked around, and the strangely shaped broken car and tires that he couldn't see clearly last night were now revealed.
It was very quiet all around. I don’t know why, but the used car lot in the sun seemed a little more desolate than at night.
The black carriage also looked very lonely in the sunlight, forming a sharp contrast with Na Chen's warm white fluffy little house, which made An He's mood, which was already very upset because of the ridiculous events of last night, fall to the bottom.
He stood in the sun and his hands and feet began to feel cold.
The incident of Na Chen forcing him to smell Rush last night kept circling in his mind.
Stuffy and congested.
He never thought that he would be raped in this way by someone who was not much older than his student!
Maybe in the eyes of others, this is not a big deal.
But he couldn't do that. Only he could understand the humiliation of being pressed on the bed.
This kind of being entered without emotion was a hurdle that he could never get over.
The anger was rising to his head little by little. He gritted his teeth and walked around the carriage twice, trying to find Na Chen and beat him up.
But after turning around twice, he didn't see Na Chen's figure, only his Bombardier was shining with dazzling golden light in the sun.
An He kicked the gas tank hard, fuck you!
Just as he was about to raise his foot to kick again, An He heard the sound of a harmonica coming from a distance.
He retracted his legs and stood still.
This was the first time he had ever heard Greensleeves played on a harmonica.
The simple and undecorated melody makes people feel suddenly empty.
But after a few seconds he realized that this was Na Chen, and his anger rose again.
He walked towards the sound of the harmonica. It was coming from deeper inside the parking lot, the direction where he had taken the wrong road yesterday.
Not long after walking, the sound of the harmonica was already very close. The sound was floating in the air. He raised his head and saw Na Chen.
Na Chen probably didn't hear his footsteps. He sat with his back to him on the roof of a junked car that was piled up like a weirdly shaped hill, playing the harmonica very attentively.
The sunlight shone on him and the pile of rusty scraps, reflecting spots of light.
An He didn't call him, nor did he move.
Na Chen was just like the surrounding background, exuding a sense of loneliness even in the sunlight.
An He didn't like this feeling, the feeling of depression and sliding down.
He suddenly no longer wanted to beat Na Chen.
At this moment he suddenly found himself a little dull. This person who had more or less attracted him and given him many thoughts before, had a completely different life from his own.
It doesn't matter whether you beat him or not, whether the anger is ignited or extinguished.
He stood in silence for a while, then turned and walked away.
After walking along the same route for almost an hour, An He finally returned to the main road and found a bus stop.
I stood next to the bus stop sign, so cold that I almost merged with it. Finally, I waited for a bus and took three more buses before I finally got back to the city.
Walking into the community, An He's dazed state since yesterday finally disappeared when he saw the security guard at the gate booth.
For the first time, he felt that the smile of this silly security guard was so reassuring.
After entering the door, An He filled a tub with hot water and soaked himself and his head in it.
The feeling of being wrapped in hot water gave him a real sense of security. His pores opened up little by little, and the heat slowly entered his body. He slowly relaxed and began to feel doubly tired.
He didn't know if it was because he didn't sleep much on Friday night, but he basically slept for both days of the weekend. When Zhang Lin's mother called to thank him for the change in Zhang Lin, he kept holding back a yawn.
Fortunately, this condition eased by Monday, and he returned to his normal life when he walked into the school gate on time.
He is still Teacher An, and this title makes him feel at ease and calm.
He had washed Nachen's clothes and just left them on the sofa.
He never contacted Na Chen again, neither by phone nor via QQ, and Na Chen never showed up again.
That "k dead l 嚴 耐 废 衣 甲 砍 际 腔 疑 拿 萱 萱 萱 萱 萱
The final exam began. An He sat at the podium to supervise the exam, looking at the students who were writing furiously on the table.
All of them were writing furiously, some were really writing fast, while others were just scribbling on draft papers, looking for opportunities to look into drawers, clothes, or other people's papers.
An He took a piece of draft paper, slowly tore it into small pieces, then rolled it into a small ball and held it in his hand. As an invigilator, he seldom walked around the classroom because some students were easily nervous, so he usually sat down.
When the boy in the third row opened his coat, he raised his hand and flicked a small ball of paper out.
The boy was startled by the paper ball that suddenly hit his hand. He subconsciously looked over here and An He smiled at him.
He quickly lowered his head and leaned over the table to write on the draft paper.
After three days of exams, some students breathed a sigh of relief, but some still had to hold their breath and grit their teeth to get through the parent-teacher meeting that was to come.
An He sat at his desk, watching Lin Ruoxue and the others discussing in the group how to spend the New Year's Eve drinking and partying, and he would hum and laugh along from time to time.
Chinese New Year is very boring to him. Usually, it is just him and his mother at home. Except for the New Year's Eve dinner when he makes dumplings and eats them quietly with his mother, the rest of the time the house still has the atmosphere of a mahjong parlor.
If he hadn't insisted on making dumplings, my mother would have cancelled the Spring Festival long ago.
The office door was pushed open, and Zhang Lin ran in with a smug look on his face. He rushed to his desk and called out "Mr. An" with full confidence.
"What?" An He looked at him.
"My dad will be at the parent-teacher meeting today." After saying that, Zhang Lin took a piece of chocolate from his desk, turned around and ran out of the office like the wind.
An He smiled. Zhang Lin didn't do very well in the exam, but he did as promised to move up 15 places. He was ranked last in the midterm exam, and now he is probably around 17th or 18th from the bottom.
An He was thinking about what to say at this first parents' meeting. Teacher Cheng Yu, who had been standing by the window looking downstairs, suddenly turned around and said to him, "Wow, whose car is this?"
"Hmm?" An He stood up and walked to the window.
"That," Cheng Yu pointed to the parking space downstairs, "that tricycle."
An He looked in the direction of her hand and was stunned.
Even without looking at the license plate, he knew it was Na Chen's Bombardier, and there was probably only one in the entire city.
"I don't know." An He responded casually and turned back to his seat.
What the fuck is going on
The parking space downstairs belongs to the school, and is basically occupied by the cars of teachers and parents of students. So why did Chen's car get parked there
An He peeled a piece of chocolate and chewed it, carefully racking his brain to make sure that he had never told Na Chen about his occupation, let alone which school he was in.
If Chen is not here to see me, then he must be... my parent
While walking towards the classroom, An He kept paying attention to the people passing by and did not see Na Chen.
He suddenly felt a little nervous, but he couldn't tell why.
He and Na Chen no longer have any intersection, but there is only one reason why he had an intersection with Na Chen.
He doesn't mind his friends knowing his sexual orientation, but he does mind his colleagues knowing it, so he has always kept a strict distinction between his private life and work.
Na Chen's Bombardier suddenly appeared in the school parking space, making him feel like danger was approaching.
Even when he walked to the classroom door, An He still didn't see Na Chen.
Maybe just a coincidence
An He collected his messy thoughts and walked into the classroom with a smile.
The classroom was full of parents. He walked to the podium and said with a smile: "Good afternoon, everyone. My name is An He, and I am the head teacher of Class 6 of Grade 1..."
He didn't say the rest. When his eyes swept to the last row of the classroom, he was stunned.
Na Chen was sitting in the last row near the back door, with a hint of surprise on his face. When his eyes met his, Na Chen leaned his head against the wall, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled meaningfully.
An He stared at him for a few seconds and then looked away. Although he was so surprised that he almost roared, he quickly adjusted his mood and continued what he had said before: "Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend our class's first parent-teacher meeting."
Someone's parents suddenly took the lead in clapping, and the whole classroom was filled with applause. An He wanted to laugh a little, so he clasped his fists and said, "Thank you. I haven't said anything yet. No need to applaud. The main purpose of our parent-teacher conference is to strengthen communication. If we want to applaud, it's more appropriate to applaud your children. They are all good."
After saying these few words, An He regained his composure and began to speak according to the ideas he had previously thought of.
He did not mention grades, nor did he single out anyone for praise or criticism. All he wanted to do at this parent-teacher meeting was to hope that parents could have more communication with their students and give them more affirmation.
The parents' meeting didn't last long. After he finished speaking, more than half an hour had passed. An He bowed to the parents in the classroom and said, "You are all my elders. You can tell me if there is anything I need to improve. Education requires cooperation between the school and parents. To me, every student is a potential talent. I will work together with all the parents. Thank you again for attending this parents' meeting."
After saying this, applause broke out again. An He smiled, but before he could say anything else, he was surrounded by several parents.
While talking to the parents, An He took the time to glance at Na Chen's position. Na Chen was no longer there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
It took almost another hour to finish talking to all the parents who wanted to talk to him individually. An He felt his throat was a little dry, so he rushed downstairs quickly, wanting to go back to the office to drink some water.
When he turned to the stairs on the first floor, he saw Nachen leaning against the wall. An He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart and wanted to pretend that he didn't see it and walk away quickly.
But after hesitating for a moment, he still walked over and stood in front of Na Chen: "You..."
"Xu Jingyao," Na Chen said with a smile, "her parents were not available, so I came."
Xu Jingyao? An He was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Who are you to her?"
"Brother, cousin."
Is Na Chen Xu Jingyao's cousin
An He had a hard time connecting the quiet, reserved and somewhat arrogant girl with Na Chen, but he still nodded: "Xu Jingyao is very good, responsible, very nice to others, and has strong self-control."
Na Chen didn't say anything and narrowed his eyes.
"The parents need to let her relax. She puts too much pressure on herself," An He ignored him and added, then looked at Na Chen, "Is there anything else you want to discuss?"
"No more." Na Chen replied.
An He said nothing more and walked around Na Chen towards the office building.
"An He." Na Chen called out from behind him.
An He turned around and saw Na Chen standing on the steps, smiling at him and saying in a low voice, "You still owe me a meal."