Angel did not move, and kept reaching out to the back seat to get his clothes.

Na Chen didn't move either, and just leaned on the back of the chair to look at him.

This was the first time that Anhe had faced Nachen faced him close in a state of awakeness, with his eyelashes and eyes clearly in front of him.

He looked at Na Chen's face in a silent manner, from his forehead to his eyebrows, eyes...the eyes stopped on Na Chen's nose.

"This hole in your nose is..." Anhe asked.

"Nostrils," Na Chen replied, "You have, too."

Angel pointed his hand at his nose: "I mean this little eye, has he been stabbed in the nose?"

"Yes." Na Chen touched his nose.

"Will that..." Angel thought about it but didn't ask, "Forget it."

"There won't be any snot leaking," said Na Chen.

Angel was stunned and smiled: "Are you sure I was asking this?"

"Confirm," Na Chen also smiled, "too many people have asked."

After saying a few words, the silence in the carriage returned to its original state. Anhe reached out and took his clothes over and placed it on Na Chen's lap. Na Chen's posture had not changed before, and he kept looking at him.

"It's all washed." Angel sat down and looked at the snowflakes dancing in the light of the street lights in front of him.

"I really don't kiss you?" Na Chen stuffed the bag of clothes under his butt and sat down.

"No kiss, get out of the car and go home, boy." Anhe said, he didn't know what Na Chen was thinking.

"Are you in a hurry to go home?" Na Chen still sat down and didn't move.

"No hurry." Although Anhe did not plan to have any intimate actions with Nachen, he did not think of making up an excuse to escape.

"Can you talk for a while? I don't want to go back now." Na Chen's voice was very low.

"Yeah." Anhe took Zhang Di and stuffed it into the CD machine. He heard some prayer from Na Chen's tone. He was a little surprised and turned his face and stared at him for a few glances.

The disc that Angel holds casually is from ACDC. He doesn't listen to it often. When he drives, he always feels that he will follow the rhythm and rush up the opposite lane.

After the music prelude was played, Na Chen snapped his fingers, slapped his hands on his legs, followed the drum beat, then raised his head and closed his eyes and started singing: "seerideoutthatsunset, onyourcolorscreen..."

Angel was thinking about finding something to talk about, but when he saw Na Chen's stance, he gave up and leaned against the car window and stared blankly.

At first, Na Chen was patting his legs on his legs, and when he was singing behind, he patted his hands on the roof of the car window, and his feet were also stepping down, and suddenly he entered the state he was standing on the stage and playing drums.

When he slapped the tissue box so that it almost flew to Anh's face, Anh did not stop him, but threw the tissue box into the back seat, and pulled down the perfume seat that had been loose and threw it behind.

If he ignores his current inexplicable relationship with Na Chen, he actually likes to see Na Chen like this, pursing his lips and closing his eyes, and every move is very handsome.

Na Chen's singing sounds very nice, without the obvious tearing feeling of Li Fan, but it is straightforward and hoarse, and a very slight nasal sound, arrogant and innocent.

After singing a song, Na Chen leaned against the seat of the car, stopped moving, and his chest was gently undulating.

Angel raised his hand and applauded, and Na Chen smiled and said, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Do you mind if I open the skylight?"

"Don't mind."

Anhe opened the skylight, took out the cigarette box, smoked one and handed it to Na Chen, and took one and lit it and held it in his mouth.

"What are you teaching?" Na Chen slowly sprayed a thin smoke at the skylight.

"Politics." Angel said.

Na Chen looked at him with a cigarette in his arms: "Really?"

"Do I want you to have a lecture on "Entering the Socialist Market Economy"?" Angel smiled.

"Don't," Na Chen choked on the cigarette, coughed for a while before saying with a smile, "How about I'll give you the principle and operation of the cremator."

Angel looked outside the car window and didn't make a sound. If it weren't for Na Chen's words, he would have almost forgotten Na Chen's profession. He suddenly heard this, and then looked at the snowflakes flying around in the outside of the car window that were swept by the cold wind, and he suddenly felt a little chill on his back.

"Are you scared?" Na Chen sat up straight and gently hooked his fingers behind his neck.

Na Chen probably wanted to scare him, but his fingertips were still warm. Anhe turned his head and wanted to pat him away, but he hooked his face again.

"Why did you choose such a major? It's easy to find a job?" Angel pinched his wrist and pressed his hand back on the seat.

"I never thought about it," Na Chen's voice became cold, he lowered his head and stared at his hand, stared for a while and suddenly laughed, "I knew I could make my dad angry..."

"Just to anger your dad?" Angel looked at him, childish.

"Well," Na Chen nodded seriously, "I'm happy if he gets angry."

"Idiot." Angel said, looking at the dashboard.

"Hmm?" Na Chen smiled as he bit the cigarette butt.

"Idiot," Angel repeated, "I don't know the reason, but even if your father is wrong and punishing himself with other people's mistakes is still a fool."

"Do you educate students like this?" Na Chen put down the car window and bounced the cigarette butt out.

Angel didn't say anything, of course he wouldn't say directly that the student was an idiot. If Na Chen was his student, he would patiently find the root of this idiot behavior.

After jogging the cigarette butt, Na Chen didn't close the window, but just looked out of the window and was filled with cold wind. He didn't move as if he didn't feel anything.

Until Anhe was so cold that he could not stand it and closed the window, he sighed softly and said in a low voice: "But there will be no chance to anger him in the future."

Angel turned his head.

"My dad is dead," Na Chen said this, and suddenly raised his hand and patted him hard twice, and his tone became cheerful again, "Thank you for chatting with me, Teacher An."

"You're welcome." Anhe's mood was still standing in the first half of the sentence of that Chen, and he didn't know what to say.

"I'm leaving, I'll find you to play with you some other day." Na Chen opened the door and jumped out of the car with the bag of clothes.

After getting off the car, Nachen did not walk into the community gate. Anhe watched him stand by the car door for two seconds, then jumped around from the front of the car and jumped to the cab while stepping on the snow.

When Anhe was about to put down the window and ask him what was going on, Nachen opened the car door, leaned into half of his body, kissed him on the face, and there was a sound.

"Good night." Na Chen closed the car door and ran into the community gate.

The winter vacation is a bit boring for Anhe. He doesn't want to go out in the cold weather, and there is no festive feeling during the New Year. Apart from pasting two pairs of Spring Festival couplets on his side and at home, he can hardly find any trace of the New Year.

But two days before he was thirty years old, he still went home every day, pulling his mother to clean up the house, go out to buy things, eat and use food, no matter whether it is useful or not, he can just pull his mother out anyway.

My mother was quite dissatisfied with his behavior and delayed playing cards. She was like a drug-abused person who had stopped fans. Wuming was in a hurry along the way.

"If you have time, you will be dragging me around the world, why don't you find a girlfriend to go around," my mother walked quickly with an unhappy look on her face, "Why do I always torment me when I'm idle and have nothing to do?"

Angel didn't speak. Since childhood, his mother didn't care about his affairs or care about him. Now she mentioned her girlfriend because she was unwilling to go out.

"Why don't you talk? I'm not happy about it, right? Then it's not over. I'm too lazy to care about you, don't bother me," my mother waved her hand and walked back and forth between the shelves in the supermarket, not looking at the goods. It's like completing a task, "One day when I get old, you can just pack me up and throw it to the nursing home, and you don't have to pay the money."

"What did you say you were giving birth to a son?" Angel frowned.

"You think I want to give birth! Didn't I tell you earlier? An accident! I didn't want a child at all."

Anhe's chest was blocked for a while, he closed his eyes and took a breath: "Go back."

My mother turned around happily and strode towards the exit.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Anhe returned home early in the morning. The house became much quieter. Most of my mother's card friends have not been crazy enough to play mahjong for a day today, but several senior mahjong brainless fans still gathered a table in the house.

Angel didn't say anything, and went into the kitchen, chopped the stuffing and dough, and made dumplings silently.

The kitchen window faces the main building, and you can see people entering and leaving. Other people's sons, daughters, grandchildren and grandchildren are all coming back early in a bunch of flowers, which is quite lively.

From time to time, Anhe would look downstairs. Although he didn't have any hope, he still had a little expectation, hoping that his father would appear.

But until noon, he had wrapped all the dumplings and his dad didn't show up.

He sighed, it would be better if he didn't come back. In his memory of his father's few times to go home for the New Year, he quarreled with his mother more lively than setting off firecrackers.

Sometimes he couldn't understand what these two people meant.

"Anhe, your phone keeps ringing! You're here to see." My mother shouted in the living room.

Angel wiped his hands and went back to the living room, took his cell phone and returned to his room. It was full of New Year's greetings. He muted his phone, slowly replied to all the text messages, and then lay on the bed in a daze.

This room belongs to him, but since he moved out, my mother probably hasn't come in a few times over the years. He came back during the Chinese New Year to clean up and change the things on the bed.

Now you can still smell the dust when you lie here.

The phone shook again, and Anhe lazily picked it up, a little surprised.

The text message was sent by Na Chen, with a serious New Year greetings.

He smiled and went back to the next day and had a happy New Year.

A few seconds later, another one came back over there. What are you doing?

daze.

Nachen didn't reply. Anhe threw his phone aside. He felt a little sleepy when he heard the sound of shuffling cards in the living room. So he pulled over the quilt on the bed and closed his eyes.

Na Chen stood on the balcony of his house. The sun was good today and it was very comfortable to burn.

Firecrackers have been ringing since the morning. The smell of firecrackers is still floating all over the room through two layers of glass. However, Na Chen likes this smell very much and has loved to smell it since he was a child.

The phone was ringing, and Na Chen didn't move. He couldn't remember where he threw the phone. It took him a long time to remember to send Anhe a text message and put it next to the toilet.
To be continued...