Angel opened his mouth and said nothing, detention center,

"I'm dead after nothing. ﹎>Ya>Wenba﹎w`w·w=.=y`" said Li Fan.

"Wait," Angel frowned, "What's going on in the detention center,"

"It's not the first time that the car has been detained by public security. It's not the first time I've come out in five days." Li Fan said casually.

Angel remembered the scene when Na Chen took him to drive from the day Ye Ge came out, and after a long time he said, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Anhe sat in front of the computer and read Na Chen's two words for a long time.

Finally, he replied, Happy birthday, I didn’t go to Q a few days ago and didn’t see any comments.

I wanted to say something else, but my finger touched the keyboard for a long time but couldn't organize any suitable language, so I gave up and turned off the chat box.

According to Li Fan, Na Chen went to the car on his birthday.

He didn't know where Na Chen was racing, who he was with, and why.

Exciting, cool, or venting.

This person is really...crazy.

Angel sighed softly, put his legs on the table and leaned against the back of the chair, and put his arms behind his head and looked at the blue desktop on the computer in a daze.

Na Chen's life was familiar but unfamiliar with him.

When his fingertips touched the scar on his arm, he paused and streaked the scar up and down.

The scar is very long and deep, not very smooth, and the nearby skin is not conscious and cannot feel the touch of the fingertips. You have to pinch it down very hard to cause dull and dull pain.

Anhe got up and pulled up the curtains in the living room. The darkened room made him relieved, and he sat back in front of the computer and continued to be stunned.

This scar is a witness to his once chaotic and confused life.

He usually doesn't pay much attention to this scar, but it is always there, like a nocturne lurking in the darkest part of his heart, and will pop up inadvertently, reminding him that the days he has existed whether he remembers or not.

The phone rang, Anhe stood up lazily, picked up his phone and looked at it. It was Lin Ruoxue.

"What instructions?" He fell on the sofa and lay his feet on the back of the sofa. This position was very comfortable.

"There is no special instructions, just take a look at the living conditions of the people you are waiting for." Lin Ruoxue said with a smile, his voice still as straightforward as usual.

"The people in the world haven't felt the care of the organization recently and are depressed." Anhe smiled.

"Liu Jiang said he wanted to get together and bring his girlfriend to let us know each other. The phone call has not been done," Lin Ruoxue said with a tweet, "Are you stimulated?"

"It's so exciting that I feel that life is boring now." Angel looked at the calendar and thought about what day I could take it out for a party before school starts.

"Is that right? When people get old, they start to miss the unique life of their past life?" Lin Ruoxue smiled.

Angel didn't say anything. Lin Ruoxue had known him for a long time and knew him well that he had been buried in the past and would not have any scruples when mentioned.

"Sir," Angel said in silence for a moment, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Handsome guy." Lin Ruoxue replied without thinking.

"When I'm so deep, can you not flatter so conspicuously?" Anhe said helplessly. Yawen

"It's pretty handsome," Lin Ruoxue smiled for a long time, then suddenly stopped laughing, and his voice became very serious, "Anzi, have you encountered something recently?"

Angel paused before answering: "No."

"I don't want to say it, I won't ask," Lin Ruoxue didn't ask again. "You know your own questions. You are learning this. You don't need me to analyze it halfway through monks. I'll just say something, I've said it before."

"Yeah." Anh's arms drooped from the sofa, his fingertips slashing back and forth on the floor.

"You're pressing yourself too hard, do you know if you're too much?" Lin Ruoxue slowed down his speech. "You are good at analyzing others. You can analyze it for yourself. Is this what I said?"

Angel was silent, his eyes fell on the thick curtains. The curtains completely isolated from the light were like a wall, making him feel safe inexplicably, just like what he once wanted, a sense of security from "home".

His parents never gave him a sense of security.

Lin Ruoxue didn't say much, and hung up the phone after finalizing the party time with him.

Angel closed his eyes.

Someone was trying a motorcycle downstairs, twisting the accelerator back and forth, and the car took off the silencer, and his voice was soaring into the sky, which made his forehead go muddy.

He took the headphones and put them on, tone the music loudly, walked into the bedroom and wrapped himself in a quilt. He originally wanted to find a song and yell it, but the song "Paradise" popped up, probably stuffed it into it when he was playing the song in the machine.

The blue sky...the clear lake...

Anhe was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and began to shout, "The green grassland... This is my home...oh..."

After singing a song about Paradise with Uncle Tenger holding his throat, Anhe suddenly lifted the quilt and took a deep breath. He almost couldn't breathe even after being stuffy and holding back.

"Oh..." After taking a deep breath, Anhe shouted again with his throat in his throat.

Because the headphones had been removed, he was frightened after hearing his voice. He held the headphones and laughed for a long time, then stretched his waist and sighed: "Hey—"

After two days of boredom without going out, Angel finally found something for himself.

CAR WASH.

He washed the car twice last semester, and another time was when the road was repaired next to the community. When the worker was carrying the water pipe to rush the ground, he drove the car over and asked the workers to help him sizzle. The worker sizzled him halfway and then stopped work. He has not washed the car since then.

"Do I know why you bought a white car?" The little girl in the car wash shop said as she looked at the car he was washing.

"Hmm?" Angel also looked at his car.

"It's so dirty, just the number of times you wash your car," the little girl looked down at his car wash card. "Buy a black car will be gray now."

Angel was about to speak when his cell phone rang. He smiled and took out his cell phone and took it to take a look.

wig.

Na Chen came out? Anhe quickly calculated the time in his mind, and it was almost the same.

"Big Seven?" He answered the phone and suddenly felt that he seemed to be in a good mood. Yawen 8w=w·w.

"Well, Li Fan said you called me." Na Chen's voice came over, and it sounded like it was on the street.

"I didn't get on Q a while ago, and I didn't see your message," Angel walked aside and found a corner where no one was there and lit a cigarette, "Happy birthday."

"Thank you," Na Chen smiled, "I thought you didn't want to pay attention to me."

I don't want to pay attention to you.

"I won't even say happy birthday if I ignore you." Angel spitted a cigarette at the wall.

"It's okay, I'm going to be my birthday," Na Chen's voice lowered, a little dull, "I'll just go through it if you ignore me."

"How to pass?" Angel frowned, "Step by?"

"It's pretty good, you don't understand."

Anhe was about to say that he was so cool when suddenly a loud whistle came from the receiver. He was so shocked that the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but curse: "Fuck!"

"Teacher An," Na Chen's voice became very cheerful, "You don't understand."

Angel closed his eyes and took a breath and swallowed it slowly: "Rather, right?"

"Yeah." Na Chen was still very happy.

"Do you think your racing skills are pretty good?"

"Um!"

"Where are you?" Angel turned around and looked at his car, almost finished washing.

"Are you going to come here?" Na Chen asked quickly.

"I'm washing the car, come here," Anhe reported the address, "Today, the teacher asked you to see what racing is."

After the car was washed, Anhe drove the car to the side of the road, and a taxi stopped behind his car, and Nachen jumped out of the car.

"Get into the car." Angel stretched out his arm from the car window and waved at him.

Na Chen trotted over and jumped onto the passenger seat with a mocking smile on his face: "Go to this car?"

"Motorcycle." Angel started the car.

Na Chen had a little tired face, but after hearing this, he snapped his fingers and looked very interested: "I didn't see it, then you were scared like that when you took my car last time?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Angel turned the car onto the main road.

Na Chen didn't say anything anymore, sat quietly on the passenger seat, looking at Anhe, the car drove two roads, but he didn't turn his eyes away.

"What's wrong?" Angel glanced at him.

"You are really used to being stared at by others." Na Chen smiled.

"Well, there are about 40 people staring at me every day, and half of them fall asleep." Anhe looked ahead. Every time he stayed in the car with Na Chen, he felt that he couldn't say anything, and it was quite comfortable.

But the premise is that the Chen is not in a state of trouble.

"Anhe," Nachen looked at him, "Can you say it again?"

"What?" Angel looked at the road ahead. "Every day, there are about forty people staring at me, and half of them fall asleep."

Na Chen stared at him, and after a while he suddenly laughed, leaning against the seat and pulling the seat belt so hard that he couldn't stop for a long time.

Angel sighed in his laughter: "Happy birthday, Xiao Chenchen."
To be continued...