After a firecracker outside the window, the room seemed particularly quiet, and the undulating breathing of the two people was still surrounded by the excitement that had not completely receded.

Angel closed his eyes, and now he felt an indescribable feeling in both his body and his heart. The comfortable and tiredness after venting his voluntarily made him weak all over.

It was not until Na Chen held up his body that he opened his eyes and looked at Na Chen's neck with the belt still in his hand. He pulled the belt: "Little Leopard, are you still obedient now?"

Na Chen held the bed and looked at him: "Listen."

"Pour me a glass of water." Angela pulled the belt.

"Well, is fruit tea okay?" Na Chen got out of bed and walked to the small table.

"Okay," Anhe sat up, looked down at himself, and found that there were many small red marks on his skin, "Have you bitten me?"

"I don't know," Na Chen smiled, handed him the cup, and then leaned into his ear, "Your humming sound is very nice, and I want to bite you every time I hear it."

Angel also smiled, with no expression on his face, but the feeling of shame that could not be suppressed almost spurted out from his ears and eyes.

"Pick it up." He bounced the collar around Nachen's neck with his fingers.

When Anhe walked into the bathroom with Nachen's pajamas, he saw the blush on his face that had not completely disappeared in the mirror. He stared at him for a while, turned on the shower, and whispered: "How pleasant? So excited."

The warm water flowed through the ground from head to toe. Anhe lowered his head and closed his eyes, supported the wall with his arms and didn't want to move. He couldn't even lift the circle and rush, so he wanted to lie down.

I don’t know how long he had been rushing like this, but he heard the sound of guitar coming from the bedroom. After hearing a few ears, he heard it was the City of Sky.

Angel really likes it. For a while, she always keeps playing singles in the house.

He closed his eyes and listened for a while, turned around and leaned against the wall and began to whistle.

The guitar outside the door paused, and soon re-connected, turning into accompaniment.

Angel had originally blew twice and planned to stop, but when he heard that Na Chen was so supportive, he had to insist on blowing for a while before stopping.

Na Chen's guitar did not stop, and it was constantly playing the interlude, as if waiting for him to continue the next paragraph. After listening for a long time, he went over and knocked on the bathroom door: "I'm so angry."

Na Chen didn't make a sound, and the guitar turned back to the previous melody.

When both of them finished taking a shower and lay on the bed, it was almost four o'clock. Angel was facing the wall, but he no longer felt sleepy.

Na Chen leaned over from behind and put his arms around him: "Are you sleepy?"

"You want to chat?" Anhe remembered the scene when Nachen asked him to chat with him at the entrance of the community that day.

"If you are sleepy, go to bed," Na Chen's face buried in his back, his voice a little dull, "Will you go home and kowtow to your parents tomorrow? I'll wake you up."

"No." Angel closed his eyes.

"I don't need it either." Na Chen's voice was very low.

"Don't you go see your mother during the Chinese New Year?" Anhe turned around and looked at him.

"I went to see it today," Na Chen smiled with his lips curled up, "I was kicked back."

Na Chen said it very easily, but Anhe felt a little uncomfortable: "Where did you kick it?"

"Neck," Na Chen touched the side of his neck, "My mother must have practiced her skills in the hospital over the years..."

Anhe supported his arms and looked at Nachen's neck with the light of the night lamp. There was a dark red scratch on his neck. He had seen it before, thinking it was tied with a collar, and recalled how much force he used when he pulled the belt.

"It's been kicking hard enough." Angel lies back on his pillow, feeling a little emotional.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been beaten a lot. My father can't see him a few times a year, but it is common for him to vent his anger when he comes home. My mother beats him inappropriately, mainly depending on how good luck is on the poker table.

"I probably think I poisoned her and wanted to poison her," Na Chen said with a smile, his tone very calm, "so it's better to start first, but it's not always like this."

Unlike when he mentioned his father, Na Chen was always calm when he mentioned his mother. Anhe could even hear the tolerance and attachment in his voice.

Anhe was silent for a while. Na Chen's words were the first to take action, reminding him of what Na Chen said when he went to the old car park. After holding it in for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "The injury on your waist is..."

"Well, my mom stabbed it." Na Chen said softly, his arms tightened to her arms around Anhe.

Angel felt a stuttering in his chest and hadn't spoken for a long time.

"You keep running forward, running forward, and when you look up, you will see the stars," Na Chen said in his ear, his voice sounding a little fluttering, "Good night."

"Good night."

Perhaps because he had a game with his pet, Angel fell asleep within a few minutes, but he was a little bit of a seat, so he couldn't sleep well and had many dreams.

My dad, who hadn't seen for a long time, appeared in his dream, and kept his appearance when he was in school, quarreling with his mom about the fight he had heard when he was in school, but he couldn't hear the content clearly. He just sat alone on the small stool by the door waiting for them to end the battle.

The combat level was improving, and he retreated to the corner with some fear, afraid that they would smash it with a stool when they saw him.

But my mother rushed over and he suddenly felt his whole body stiff, as if he was wrapped in something hard, unable to breathe, and his heart was full of panic.

He wanted to struggle, but couldn't move.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call him mom, but he couldn't speak.

"Mom..." He heard someone calling Mom, but not his voice.

This made him very scared and struggled hard.

"Mom, I'm wrong...I'm wrong..."

The sound in my ears became clearer and clearer, but except for the three words I was wrong, everything else was vague and I couldn't understand the content. When Anhe suddenly opened his eyes, he found that Na Chen's arm was pressing on his chest. He was muttering in his ears: "I was wrong..."

"Big Seven?" Anhe took his arm off himself and gently pushed him, "Na Chen!"

Na Chen frowned, and could no longer hear what he said, and turned into a humming hum, sounding like a nightmare.

"Hey," Angel pushed him again, "Where are you dreaming?"

Na Chen frowned and turned over, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at him in confusion.

It was already a little bright outside the window. Anhe saw that Nachen's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"You have a nightmare?" he asked.

"What's wrong?" Na Chen touched his face.

"I heard you talk to me in my sleep."

Na Chen's hand paused, his voice a little heavy: "What have you said?"

Angel thought for a while: "I didn't hear it clearly, maybe it was my mother, I was wrong..."

Before he could finish his words, Na Chen suddenly sat up suddenly.

Anhe was startled. Before he could figure out what was going on, Na Chen suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed. His voice became very cold: "You go to bed, I'll call you at nine o'clock."

Angel didn't say anything, Na Chen turned around and walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Sucked again?

Angel sighed and lay back on the pillow, hugged the quilt and turned over to the wall.

He was very sleepy and was not in a good mood. Na Chen's reaction, which was no longer unexpected, did not affect his sleepiness. Not long after closing his eyes, he returned to sleep.

And he didn't dream anymore, which moved him quite in the haze.

“My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment…A hymn comes out wherever I go…”

When the music was playing in Angel's ear, he felt that he had just fallen asleep again. The loud and emotional female voice made him unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"I sing every mountain, I sing every river..."

Angel finally understood that it was the phone that Na Chen threw at the bedside ringing. He sighed and reached out to take the phone and took it and took a look.

Dr. Chen from the fifth hospital.

"That Chen!" Anhe shouted, woke up from his half-sleeping state, and ran out of the bedroom with his cell phone.

There was no one in the corridor on the second floor, and the doors of several rooms were closed. He shouted again, without Na Chen's response, he ran downstairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Na Chen sitting in the middle of the large mahogany sofa in the living room.

"You call," Angel said.

"My motherland and I are like a sea and a wave..." Na Chen started singing with a cigarette in his mouth and following the ringtone of his cell phone.

"Fifth House." Angel handed his cell phone to him.

Na Chen looked down and continued to sing: "The waves are the innocent of the sea, and the sea is the support of the waves..."

Angel didn't say anything anymore, threw his phone on him, turned around and walked towards the stairs. The big bell on the ground in the living room rang, and the sound of clanging clanging hit people's hearts.

It's time to go back at half past eight.

"Hey, happy New Year Dr. Chen." Na Chen answered the phone.

Anhe stopped and looked back at him, with a trembling voice in Chen's voice.

"It's okay, you said... um... what? I get it... um, I'll go over immediately..." Na Chen kept staring at the floor. After the phone was called, he slowly raised his head and looked at Anhe. "I originally wanted to make breakfast for you, but I'm going out."

"Go to the hospital?" Anhe nodded, trying to walk upstairs to change his clothes, but when he saw Na Chen's face, he stopped again, Na Chen's face was so pale.

"Well, my mother is having sex in the morning." Na Chen's voice sounded calm, but he was very heavy when he walked up the stairs.

Anhe was a little surprised. Can patients get a knife in the mental hospital? But he didn't ask much, followed Nachen back to the bedroom. After changing his clothes, Nachen said, "You go back, and then quickly walked out of the bedroom."

"I'll send you there." Angel held his coat. He was not a warm-hearted person, but in this state, he could not leave like this.

"No, my own business." Na Chen answered very simply.
To be continued...