Dude, your wig fell off

Ex-boyfriend?

That Chen said the three words very casually but also a normal judgment, causing An He to sink to the bottom of the river.

The afternoon sun shining on the body suddenly turned into chaotic sparkling, which made people's emotions shake violently.

He had ex-girlfriends, ex-boyfriends.

But not this man he didn't even want to mention his name.

"Go shopping." An He turned around and prepared to cross the street.

Nachen pulled him back: "This way, opposite is the pet market."

"Oh." An He responded, and followed Na Chen to the farmer's market.

Na Chen took out a strawberry-shaped thing from his pocket, and handed it to An He: "Here, it will be used for serving vegetables later."

An He took it over and took a look, and found that it was a strawberry eco-bag commonly used by an old lady in the community. He was surprised that Chen would carry such a thing when shopping for vegetables.

"It will be ready soon, I have already made a list." Na Chen took out another piece of paper and shook it at him, on which there was a list of things to buy.

"Just the two of you," An He looked at the words on the list, "Why do you act like the cafeteria owner buying vegetables?"

"Today's main purpose is not to eat." Na Chen squeezed the paper and swished it.

"What is that?" An He glanced at him, Na Chen was dressed very casually today, with a relaxed face, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Show skills." Na Chen snapped his fingers.

In line with the principle of showing off his skills, that Chen walked around the farmer's market three times, bought all the vegetables and ingredients, and filled his pockets with strawberries.

An He was carrying the bag of strawberries, his hands were strangled, and his fingertips were numb: "It's almost there, the chef, Xiaogong can't hold it anymore."

"Enough." Na Chen looked down at the list, flicked his finger up, "Go."

An He breathed a sigh of relief, this was the first time he went to the farmer's market to buy vegetables when he was so old, all kinds of vegetables were piled up like a hill, there were too many people, and there were also carts bringing vegetables, he was dizzy from tossing.

"I'll come." Na Chen took the bag in his hand, threw it on his back and carried it on his back, still looking around.

"What else are you looking for?" An He pinched his fingers.

"Looking for..." Na Chen suddenly moved closer to him, pointed to the front, "That."

In the farmer's market, there are a lot of vegetables that were thrown away because of a little bad appearance, and they are piled up on the side of the road. An He saw some aunts picking them up in the pile of vegetables before.

Now on the right side of the road in front of them is a small pile of eggplants that were discarded because they were not beautiful enough.

"You..." Before An He finished speaking, Na Chen had already ran over quickly, bent down and grabbed two and stuffed them into the bag. He wanted to laugh a little, "What are you doing, how much are two eggplants? .”

"What do you know?" Na Chen patted the bag contentedly, "It's fun."

When they returned to the parking lot to pick up the car, the one parked next to them had already left and was replaced by a small bread.

An He got into the car and sat in the driver's cab, but he couldn't lift his emotions. The memories that had been suppressed for a long time resurfaced shamelessly back and forth.

That Chen didn't get in the car. After putting the vegetables in the trunk, he went around to the cab and knocked on the window: "Get down."

"Huh?" An He lowered the car window, "Why?"

"I'll drive." Nachen opened the door.

An He hesitated: "Are you driving without a license?"

"Who told you that I don't have a permit?" Nachen grabbed his arm and pulled him down, "Not only do I have a permit, I don't need a parking card extender either."

"Get out," An He smiled, "Really? The investigation is strict during this time."

Na Chen clicked his tongue, took out his driver's license from his trouser pocket and threw it in An He's hand: "Get in the car."

An He sat on the co-pilot and opened Na Chen's driver's license. When he saw the photo, he was stunned and couldn't help but whistled softly.

"Handsome." Nachen started the car.

"Well," An He nodded, "When is this photo, it looks quite small."

"18 years old," Na Chen smiled, and the smile quickly disappeared from the corner of his mouth, "My dad took me to take a photo, and he took me out this time, probably because I took the wrong medicine."

An He was silent for a while, then changed the subject: "I've only seen two of you who can take photos of their IDs so handsomely."

"Who is the other one?" Na Chen turned his head.

An He pointed to himself: "Me."

That Chen was happy, squinted his eyes and whistled: "Let me see."

"Just look at it." An He took out his wallet, took out his ID card and held it in front of Nachen.

There was a red light at the intersection, so Nachen stopped the car, took his ID card and stared at it for a while: "Your chin is very beautiful."

"Really," An He took back his ID card from his hand, touched his chin, "I knew how long it was."

"The mouth is also pretty." Na Chen said.

"The two mouths have no place to grow."

"What about me?" Na Chen turned his head and looked at him seriously.

"Eyes, nose..." An He rested his fingers on his forehead and studied for a while, "Actually, you look good everywhere, and you were amazing when you first met."

Na Chen followed the car in front and moved forward slowly, with a hint of disdain in the smile on the corner of his mouth: "You want to fuck me then."

An He smiled and said nothing.

Same now.

"There are quite a lot of people who want to fall in love with me." Na Chen suddenly stared at the road ahead and said in a very cold voice.

An He turned his head and looked out the window, he didn't know how to answer these words.

After the car turned out of the intersection, An He found that this was not the way to the parking lot.

"Not going to your secret base?" he asked.

"Go to my house," Na Chen said, "there's nothing in the secret base, everything is at home, the oven and so on."

"What needs to be used in the oven?" An He took out the previous list from Nachen's pocket and read it line by line.

"Grilled barbecued pork!" Na Chen snapped his fingers, "It's absolutely delicious! I marinated the meat yesterday."

"Do it at home? Use an oven?" An He loves meat, but he has no idea how to make char siu at home.

"Well, I'll give you 3 minutes to worship me." Na Chen curled his lips.

"Ah, you are so amazing." An He replied cooperatively.

The smile at the corner of Na Chen's mouth deepened, and spread on his face little by little: "I'm pretty good."

An He was stunned for a moment before realizing it, without saying a word, he opened the skylight, touched a cigarette and lit it.

When Chen got home, he changed into a set of sports clothes, first threw two dollars into the piggy bank on the coffee table, and then brought An He the cookies and tea he baked by himself, and then went into the kitchen to start working up.

The open kitchen connected to the restaurant is very large, and the chef's momentum was quite majestic when he stood there.

An He took a bite of the cookies that looked like piglets, and they tasted delicious, much better than the box of cookies in his house.

Today's tea is not pineapple and passion fruit. An He tasted it, but he didn't know what was put in it.

"What kind of tea is this?" He took the cup and walked to the restaurant.

"Honey ginger tea, put in brown sugar," Na Chen lowered his head to handle the chicken wings, "It warms the stomach, I don't know if it's useful, I learned it from my grandma when I was young, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious," An He nodded, and Nachen's full skills in cooking always surprised him, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, you are responsible for appreciating it." Nachen put the chicken wings wrapped in ingredients on the plate, "There is char siew, how about fried chicken wings?"

"Ah."

An He looked at it for a while, and he really couldn't help. He didn't even know how much rice and water to put in for cooking, so he took the cup and turned back to the living room.

I didn’t look carefully when I came back last time. There are many paintings hanging in the living room, which are very abstract. For An He, these paintings composed of color blocks and lines can’t be appreciated at all. If you look at it from a psychological point of view...

"Who painted this painting?" An He didn't see the signature on the painting, so he turned around and asked Na Chen.

Na Chen looked up, and quickly lowered his head again: "My mother drew some paintings before going to the Fifth Hospital, and some painted them in the hospital. Later, she was afraid that she would commit suicide, so she was not allowed to paint."

"Oh." An He was a little emotional, turned around and saw the piano next to him, the cover was open, he tapped on the keys lightly, and walked towards the kitchen, feeling like he would stay in a place where someone is cooking Be more comfortable.

Nachen heard the sound of the keys being struck, and looked at him: "Can you play Little Xingxing?"

"I can still play Happy New Year." An He smiled, took a cookie, soaked it in tea and put it in his mouth. It tasted good.

"Give me a performance." Na Chen didn't know what kind of juice he was mixing, so he dipped some of it into his mouth with his chopsticks, "Try to see if it's salty or not."

An He licked his chopsticks, his mouth was sour and sweet, he nodded: "It's suitable."

"Play it?" Na Chen put the chopsticks in his mouth and licked them.

"I need an accompaniment to make a meal. After a while, do I have to change into a formal suit to eat?" An He smiled, standing by the dining table without moving. The piano should belong to Na Chen's mother. What he said made him a little reluctant to touch the piano.

Moreover, Na Chen wanted to hear him play the piano, which surprised him. He thought that Na Chen should have a shadow on the piano.

"No playing?" Nachen opened the refrigerator door, took out a small lunch box, opened it, and handed it to An He, "Look, it's pretty."

"Fork pork ingredients?" An He looked at it, and the meat was indeed marinated beautifully, making one feel the urge to eat it raw.

"Well," Nachen covered the lunch box, took chopsticks and tapped on the lid in a row, "Accompaniment for the hanging stove char siu?"

An He was not in a high mood, and the encounter in the parking lot made him feel like he was gnawing mud at the bottom of the river for a while, but he still saw Chen's efforts to make him happy.

He sighed in his heart, turned around and walked towards the piano: "Little Xingxing?"

"Is there anything more advanced than Little Xingxing New Year?" Na Chen asked.

"Have."

An He sat in front of the piano and touched the keys lightly with his fingers. The last time he played the piano was in the music classroom of the school, and it had been several months now. I really can't think of anything else.

"If you don't know how to play, admit it now, I won't laugh at you." Na Chen looked at him with his hands on the dining table, the smile on his mouth was obvious.

"Do you know how?" An He took a breath, thought of the tune, and probably stuttered.

"No." Nachen said.

"That's good," An He whispered, and his fingers fell on the keys, "Let's be lively and cheerful."

This song is one of the few songs that An He can still play smoothly. He usually uses this song as a fool, but the song is really happy. When he played it in the music classroom, he felt that he was special. Lively.

Nachen took out the corn he bought today, sat on the sofa in the living room with a small basket in his arms, and slowly peeled the corn kernels.

An He was obviously a little novice, so he played the beginning twice before continuing.

To the uninitiated, An He should belong to the kind of player who plays very well, but Na Chen can hear every incoherent sound of him, every slight pause of hesitation.

But it doesn't matter, Na Chen looked at his hand, An He's fingers were slender, and his movements were beautiful when they passed over the keys, he didn't listen, just looked at it.

An He's appearance when playing the piano and racing car surprised him. The concentration when playing the piano is completely different from the concentration when he was in the video game city. The fingers jumping on the keys firmly lead Na Chen's sight.

Since my mother was sent to the hospital, no one has touched the piano, and there has never been a piano sound in the house.

The piano sound that made Nachen obsessed but palpitated, miss, resist, indulge, dodge, all mixed together, wrapped around him.

An He's focused profile made this familiar and strange feeling pervade the room little by little, and he wanted to leave but couldn't help but gradually fell into it.

When the jumping notes stopped, Na Chen put down the corn in his hand and applauded An He: "I always thought you were really only a little star."

An He smiled: "Have you heard of this?"

I stepped on the cat, and Nachen nodded: "Well, I stepped on you."

"Damn," An He laughed, and slid his fingers across the keys, "Are you still listening?"

"listen."

"Just one song, I haven't practiced the others for a long time." An He rubbed his hands.

"Okay." Nachen smiled.

Minuet in D major.

An He feels that this song is also very lively, which is more suitable for the current atmosphere.

He collected himself, his fingers fell on the keys, and the notes slipped out from his fingertips.

Nachen's hand holding the corn shook slightly, and a kernel of corn was crushed by him and fell into the small basket.

He sat motionless on the sofa, and the sound of the piano gradually filled around him.

Then, with An He's fingertips jumping between black and white, it penetrated into his body and heart little by little.

In memory.

listen.

Chenchen is good, listen carefully.

Listen to my mother playing the piano.

Listen, what is mom saying?

You tell mom, what did you hear?

That Chen's breathing began to be a little chaotic, following her mother's rhythm, a suffocating rhythm.

He wanted to sweep away the voices that frightened him, but he couldn't.

An He's fingertips landed on the keys, and a heavy sound sounded, as if the iron chains wrapped around his body were tightened suddenly.

He felt a little stiff in his body, struggling and becoming weak.

When the next stress sounded again, Na Chen suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

The small basket containing the corn kernels fell to the ground, and the bright yellow corn kernels spilled out, jumping on the dark floor like musical notes.

Na Chen threw himself next to the piano and slammed down the lid of the piano.

After a few broken notes, the sound of the piano died away.

An He's hands were still on the keys, and the huge dull pain when the piano cover hit his hands made it take him a long time to slowly pull his hands out.

In this short period of time, the place on the back of his hand that was hit has already turned red.

He held his hand and gritted his teeth and looked up.

Na Chen's hand was still pressed on the piano cover, his face was pale, and his breathing was very fast, as if he had run a long distance.

An He didn't speak, and Nachen looked at him silently. After a long time, he let go of the hand that had been firmly pressing the piano cover, and slowly slid to the ground leaning on the piano.

He lowered his head and didn't say a word.

An He's hands were numb from the pain. He hadn't felt this kind of physical pain for a long time since he stopped fighting. He gritted his teeth just now to keep from screaming.

Nachen sat motionless, leaning on the piano legs, among the corn kernels scattered all over the ground.

The room was very quiet, except for the small click of the big clock on one side as it slid by second by second.

When An He's hands started to become red and swollen, Nachen moved, and his movements slowly changed from sitting to squatting.

He reached out to pick up the small basket that fell beside him, and began to pick up the corn kernels on the ground into the small basket one by one.

An He didn't move, he sat on the piano bench and watched his back squatting on the ground.

Although he was taken aback, it was only for a moment, and this situation did not surprise him too much.

So now he hopes that Nachen can speak, no matter what he says.

Sorry, explanation, or anything else is fine.

It's okay to ask if it hurts.

As long as Na Chen can speak at this time, in a sense, it is a step forward.

But that Chen didn't make a sound, he responded to the current scene with the silence he was used to.

The corn kernels on the ground were picked up into the basket, and Na Chen stood up slowly, walked to the kitchen, and put the small basket on the dining table.

After standing still for a few seconds, he walked towards the stairs in the living room, stopped after stepping on the stairs, and held on to the railing of the stairs tightly.

"My mother always plays this song when she is in a good mood." His voice was low and hoarse.