Angel was lying on the bed, all the windows in the room were closed tightly, but the sound of firecrackers outside made the chest resonate constantly, and all he could smell was gunpowder. After several sneezes, his nose was blocked.

"Anhe, what's wrong with you?" He whispered to the ceiling. He had already taken a bath and lay down and fell asleep comfortably. Now he was going to run out?

Yes, what's wrong?

I didn’t even ask why I made such a request during the Chinese New Year?

He hasn't had such an impulse for many years. He can put aside what he minds and doesn't want to accept. This feeling of giving up likes and dislikes can't help but want to get close to someone makes him uneasy.

He raised his hand, spread his fingers, and looked at the chandelier on the top from between his fingers.

Why?

Na Chen is not a few years older than his own student.

Not very good personality.

It's a bit difficult to get along with people.

Occasionally, he still has a headache when he thinks of Mars writing.

But Na Chen looked very well, the kind he liked.

Very handsome when playing drums.

It's charming to smile.

Sexy voice.

Angel smiled, but in fact, these are not the key points.

He lifted the quilt and sat up, stood on the edge of the bed for a while, slowly walked into the bathroom, and looked at his messy hair in the mirror.

The point is that Na Chen's inadvertent words made him feel more and more deeply empathetic to Na Chen.

It’s not like parents, it’s not like home.

Sometimes he would want to get close to Na Chen, wanting to know what kind of home he has, what kind of parents he has, and whether there would be someone like him, who had been so irritable and helpless.

Are you too lonely? Want a similar person?

Angel was struggling for almost an hour in his meaningless thinking and entanglement before he went out with a New Year's bag and a red shopping bag.

When he left the unit and walked towards the parking space, the north wind blew with firecrackers that made him feel a little breathless.

It was already twelve o'clock, and many people were rushing downstairs to freeze. He looked around and saw that there were no one, so he jumped up to his car with his legs raised all the way.

The car was covered with small red debris. Fortunately, the police were turned off, otherwise the car would have to scream pharyngitis.

When passing by the community guard room, the security guard slapped his fly swatter: "Hahaha, Mr. An is happy New Year, go out at this time? Hahaha..."

He handed over the New Year’s bag: “Happy New Year.”

The security guard was so moved that he received the New Year's package. He thanked him in a series of ways, and felt embarrassed.

"Discuss something," Angel waved, and the security guard poked out half of his body from the window, pointing at his fly swatter, "Can we stop being happy about this? It's been a year."

"Hahaha, I can't help it," the security guard laughed happily so that his teeth were exposed, "It's been a year since you still can't get in the door without a fly swatter, hahaha..."

"...Close the window, it's windy." Anhe drove the car out of the community helplessly.

The community where Nachen lives is relatively high-end, and the security guard laughed, but he smiled seriously. If you want to go in, the owner must agree.

But probably because Na Chen had greeted him before, the security guard looked at Anhe's license plate with a note for a long time, let it go, and politely pointed him to the way to Na Chen's family. Anhe was a little surprised that Na Chen could record his license plate.

When he drove the car in, he was particularly focused, afraid that he would accidentally hit such a high-end booth again.

In fact, you can find it without giving directions, and the signs at the corners are very detailed.

There are still many people in the community, wrapped in thick clothes and setting off fireworks. Under the bright street lights, everyone's faces were filled with smiles, and the old north wind could not dissipate.

Anhe found the building of Nachen's family, and when he got downstairs, he found that there was no parking space. He was about to call Nachen to ask where the parking space in this awesome community was when the unit door opened and someone ran out.

Anhe felt that he could recognize Na Chen with this figure. I don’t know why he was quite familiar with Na Chen’s movements and postures.

But when he saw that Chen clearly, he was stunned.

"Open the door!" Na Chen had already run to the passenger side, patted the car window, and shouted loudly, "My parking space is in the underground garage, I'll take you there."

Anhe opened the door and watched Nachen jump into the car. The temperature in the car dropped a lot because of the cold coming. Anhe stared at him for a long time: "What are you dressing up?"

"I just finished taking a shower," Na Chen rubbed his hands and pointed to the road ahead, "drive over and turn left."

Anhe looked at Nachen's pajamas covered with crayons and the military green Lei Feng hat on his head, and then at the two big balls of fluff on his feet, which were slippers. When Nachen rushed out, Anhe thought he was carrying two dogs, and then he saw that Nachen had a circle of things around his neck. Anhe pointed: "What's this?"

"Scarf." Na Chen pulled the thing around his neck, pulled it a few times, and then put his arm in and put it on.

Only then did Angel realize that this was a sweater.

"You usually do this..." Angel drove the car forward slowly, "Cute?"

"Well," Na Chen nodded modestly at all, "Are there any more cute ones you want to see?"

"...No," Angel swept him with his eyes wide open, "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold, you can only feel your existence when it's cold." Na Chen leaned against the back of the chair and tapped his fingers on the car window with a rhythmic look.

Anhe didn't say anything, and intuition told him that this might be what Na Chen's mother said again, and it felt like she was not in front of the village and the back of the shop.

When Anhe parked the car and ran back behind Na Chen, who was jumping with two dogs under Xiaoxin's pajamas, when he ran back, he felt that he could not describe his mood.

How innocent.

How lively.

How childlike.

What a fool.

After entering the elevator, Na Chen leaned in the car and pointed at the shopping bag in his hand: "Is it a gift?"

"Yeah, I'll give it to you." Anhe opened the bag, took out a plush rabbit from it and handed it over.

"Thank you," Na Chen took it happily, and after looking at it for a while, he started to laugh. He smiled exaggeratedly, "You are much cuter than me, Anh, give me this thing."

Angel smiled: "Giveaways to buy something in the supermarket."

"So unsincere." Na Chen pinched the rabbit's ears, but he still couldn't stop laughing.

Angel was laughing too, but Na Chen couldn't stop, but he couldn't laugh anymore. Maybe he was too sensitive? Na Chen's smile seemed unhappy.

Nachen's house is on the 18th floor. When he left the elevator and opened the door, he finally stopped laughing. He turned around and pinched the rabbit in his hand and shook it. He looked at Anhe very seriously: "Thank you really."

"You're welcome." Angel could only answer very seriously.

Na Chen opened the door: "Welcome to Xiao Chenchen's home."

Angel followed him in, and the warm air came to his face.

This is a duplex room, the living room is large, the furniture and furnishings are all mahogany, and the average atmosphere makes Anhe suddenly feel a little unspeakable, which reminds him of the "secret base" that is very different from here in the old car park.

Only a white grand piano in the corner of the living room could make people feel a little relaxed from this overly serious atmosphere, and Angel stared at the piano for a long time.

"Where are your family?" Anhe stood for a while before he remembered to turn his head and asked.

"No one," Na Chen stretched out his hand at him, "I'm the only one."

Angel took off his coat and put it on his hand, without saying a word.

"Didn't you tell you that my dad is dead?" Na Chen took his coat into the cloakroom and hung it. "I'm alone during the Chinese New Year."

Angel wanted to ask why your mother didn’t go to a relative’s house, but she didn’t say anything about it. No matter how much she said it was, it was the New Year. Don’t talk about such obviously unpleasant topics.

"Where are you? You're going to sleep on New Year's Eve?" Na Chen walked out, glanced at him, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Sit down."

"Well, just go to bed when you are sleepy." Anhe sat down, and the ninety-degree sofa made him feel straightened and he was particularly like a new employee waiting for an interview with the Human Resources Department.

"Go upstairs, the living room looks like a coffin." Na Chen went into the kitchen and took out the pot of fruit tea, walked up the stairs. When he said the word coffin, the expression on his face did not change, as if he had said two ordinary words.

Angel stood up and followed him upstairs. At a glance, the corridors and several rooms with doors closed were all white, white railings, white carved doors, and white floors.

Nachen's room is mostly white, unlike the room full of white fluff at the secret base, the white here is a bit cold.

"Do you like white very much?" Anhe asked casually and sat on the small sofa in the bedroom.

"I don't know," Na Chen poured a cup of fruit tea and handed it to him, "My mom likes it."

The style of the downstairs and upstairs is completely disharmonious. Both bedrooms are white, but most of the clothes Na Chen's clothes when he went out are black. An He squinted his eyes. Na Chen's weirdness and contradictions are indeed not just about his personality, but have a lot to do with his family.

"Where is your mother?" Anhe asked, Na Chen had already mentioned that it would be too unnatural if he still avoided not asking this question that had reached the moment.

"In the hospital," Na Chen poured a cup of fruit tea and drank it slowly, and pinched a small piece of lemon and chewed it in his mouth, "Fifth Hospital."

"...ah," Anhe was stunned. The fifth hospital was the only mental hospital in the city. "Sorry."

"It's okay, I've been crazy for many years," Na Chen smiled, "I'm used to it."

After saying this, neither of them spoke again.

Angel held the cup, his palm was very warm, and the fruit tea tasted good. Pineapple passion fruit tea, with a few slices of lemon, it tasted sweet and fragrant. It was not obvious that Na Chen could cook this level of fruit tea, which was much better than himself who could only boil water and instant noodles.

"Do you want to drink?" Na Chen suddenly stood up and walked in front of him, lowering his head and staring at his face.

"No," Angel leaned back, "Why did you say this suddenly?"
To be continued...