The band's outfit was quickly moved to the stage. Everyone in the square who were just watching the fun in the distance surrounded him, squeezing Angel closer to the Polky speaker.

"The next program is very special," the elder sister of the newspaper held the microphone very lively. "Friends who often dance square dances in this song are familiar with it, but today we will see a brand new performance. Next, please enjoy the dance "A Flower in the Grassland"!"

Angel covered his ears with one hand, thinking that he didn't hear it clearly, so he turned his head and asked Zhao Yan: "What did she say?"

"A flower on the grassland!" Zhao Yan covered his scarf and smiled happily, "My mother can sing."

Angel also sings. If he gets off work late at night, he can see the aunts dancing in the open space outside the community. He does this song every day, and hasn't changed it for several months. Sometimes he keeps repeating his mind all night like a cassette. I am a grassland, and I feel so painful.

The band members were all on the stage, and the aunts were wearing green silk clothes and waiting on both sides of the audience. When the music started, they waved their red scarves in the applause and twisted them up.

The applause this time was more warm than before, and Angel also clapped. Yizhihua, which had been re-edited by the band, sounded quite interesting.

It was when Li Fan started singing with the guitar in his arms, and he wanted to laugh a little.

After hearing a few words, his eyes fell on Na Chen.

Anhe didn't know why Na Chen and the others appeared in such occasions with a group of aunts, but Na Chen's appearance when he played the drums was no different from when he was performing in a bar. He was very serious and still felt intoxicated, which made people unconsciously focus on him.

The aunts danced very hard, with red scarves and green silk clothes dancing together, and each of them had the expression of a dancer on their faces.

Because I listened too many times and couldn't stand it, Angel always felt that this song was very long and could not finish singing it.

But today it was over before he could hear it enough, and he was a little unfulfilled.

"One more!" Zhao Yan suddenly shouted with his hands around his mouth.

The crisp and bright voice scared Anhe, and then many people shouted, and one more! One more!

Although the call for another one was obviously to the band, the dancing aunt was also very proud, and this was their band, so the leading aunt said something to Li Fan.

Li Fan hesitated for two seconds and looked back at that Chen.

Na Chen smiled with the corner of his mouth, nodded, then raised his hand, and the drum hammer was thrown into the air by him. After turning it a few times, it fell back into his hand, followed by a series of drum beats with strong rhythms.

The rest of the band quickly followed. Li Fan grabbed the microphone and tapped his heels a few times. When he opened his mouth, his whole body was different from when Yizhihua was on his face.

“wellyouthinkthatyoucantakeon,youmustcrazy…”

The onlookers in the square shouted, and the young man began to clap his hands. Zhao Yan raised his hands and patted them excitedly, screaming twice: "I like this song!"

Anhe smiled and looked at the Chen on the stage.

Na Chen lowered his head, his face covered by long hair and sunglasses, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. His body swayed with the rhythm. The drumming movements were very relaxed, but the drumming was very powerful, making people feel like shaking gently with him.

After the song was finished, the stage was crowded with people, and there were people below shouting another one. Li Fan bowed to the audience: "Happy New Year."

Anhe's eyes remained on Na Chen, watching him jump off the stage with a drum hammer, and the state of excitement that was as if no one was around when playing the drum disappeared. When passing by the speaker, his face changed into an usually indifferent expression.

"Let's go and go to the supermarket to buy things," Zhao Yan pulled La Anhe's arm, "It's so satisfying."

"Yeah." Angel smiled and squeezed out the crowd with her.

After walking a few steps forward, someone behind him called his name loudly: "Anh!"

Anhe was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw Li Fan standing next to the pickup truck and smiling at him, with a hint of indescribable feeling in his smile.

"Do you know them?" Zhao Yan looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah." Anhe responded, hesitating whether to go over or nod and say hello and leave.

Na Chen leaned against the car door and hugged his arms. At this time, he suddenly raised his hand. After Anhe saw him, he shot at Anhe. Anhe could see his mouth shape, bang.

This action made Anhe feel inexplicably tempting. Although he was worried that Zhao Yan would know something, he still smiled and walked over.

"Where are you shopping with your girlfriend?" Li Fan asked with a smile.

Before Anhe answered, Zhao Yan kept wavering his hands: "No, no..."

"Neighbor." Anhe answered simply and glanced at Nachen.

Na Chen still leaned against the car door and didn't move, his face didn't change much, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"That song you just now was great," Zhao Yan gave thumbs up to the band and several others, "A flower on the grassland has become better!"

"Thank you," Li Fan smiled and turned around the car. Their things had almost been moved into the car. He sat in the car and shouted, "Can you leave?"

Na Chen finally stopped leaning against the car door, took off his sunglasses, and slowly walked to Anhe with a smile on his face.

Angel saw the delicate and beautiful eyes and eye-catching lips behind the strands of hair blown by the wind. He never liked the red lips, but Na Chen's current appearance made him feel ostentatious and sexy.

"You..." Angel wondered what to say.

Na Chen suddenly stretched his arm and hooked his neck, and put his whole body in front of him, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Anhe, you still owe me a meal, my clothes are still with you. You haven't settled the matter with me that night. If you finish these things, think about hiding from me again."

Angel stood still and didn't move, and after a while he said, "I'll contact you tonight."

Na Chen let go, walked back to the car door, threw a kiss at him, turned around and jumped into the car.

After the car drove away, Anhe sighed softly.

"Is your girlfriend?" Zhao Yan looked at him curiously, "I really have a personality."

"No," Angel quickly walked towards the supermarket, "Let's go and buy something."

When I got on the car, I leaned against the seat and closed my eyes and stopped moving.

Several people in the band discussed where to eat for a while. When it came to what to eat, the few people were in high spirits and discussed the discussions in full swing, and they kept tossing and struggling between Sichuan and Hunan cuisines.

"Are you..." Li Fan leaned against Na Chen and whispered, "Is it..."

"Hmm?" Na Chen still closed his eyes.

"Are you jealous?" Li Fan tried to ask.

"Eat your wife." Na Chen smiled.

"I'm serious to you," Li Fan leaned over to him, "You didn't do this before, something was wrong this time."

Na Chen didn't say anything, raised his legs and stepped on the back of the driver's seat and pedaled. Yan Yi, who was driving, impatiently turned his hand and pulled his legs: "Na Chen, you're having epilepsy!"

"Let me find a rolling pin and let me hold it in my mouth." Na Chen kicked twice again.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, just remind you," Li Fan continued to whisper in his ear, "This person... aren't you very annoyed? They've gotten into bed. It's almost done. People can find a girl by patting their butts and turning their heads..."

"Baby," Na Chen turned his head and kissed Li Fan hard on the face, "Shut up."

"Fuck!" Li Fan shouted, wiping his face hard, "You're fucking helpless!"

Na Chen raised his head and laughed wildly at the roof of the car, and he couldn't stop for a long time.

After a long discussion, a group of people finally decided to eat fish head hot pot. When the car drove to the hot pot city, Na Chen jumped out of the car: "I'll go home."

Yan Yi tsk, not keeping him. They were used to Na Chen's condition for a while, and just asked, "Don't you eat?"

"Go home and eat your feet." Na Chen turned around and walked towards the street.

"I'll send you back first," Yan Yi shouted.

"You can eat." Na Chen opened the car door and got into a taxi parked on the side of the road.

"Let's eat, this kid is in a state of turmoil again." Li Fan took the lead in walking towards the hot pot city.

When Na Chen returned home, grandma had just bought vegetables and was sitting in the living room picking vegetables while watching a blood sugar meter selling on TV.

Seeing Na Chen open the door and come in, her hand stopped: "I thought your mother is back."

"You said it once when I went out today," Na Chen went into the kitchen and looked at it. The rice had been cooked and the meat was cut. There was a large bowl of pork belly on the chopping board. He took the bowl back to the living room and handed it to his grandma, shouting, "Is it a meal?"

"Yeah!" Grandma nodded.

"You can't eat so much meat," Na Chen continued to shout, "divide two meals!"

"Don't shout to me!" Grandma was very unhappy, "I can't live for a few years! I won't let myself eat meat, so I yell at me!"

Na Chen didn't say anything anymore, went back to the kitchen and put the bowl of pork belly into the refrigerator.

After washing his face and changing back to his usual clothes, grandma had already picked up the dishes and stood in the kitchen to prepare for cooking. Na Chen pushed grandma back to the living room and sat.

Generally speaking, he cooks, and he is willing to cook by himself, but grandma especially likes to help her. She can't hear anyone talking and doesn't hand over whatever she wants, which is quite inconvenient.

While making beef, Na Chen was about to cover the pot and simmer for a while. He reached out and was stunned. He walked around the kitchen twice, and finally ran to the living room to wiping tears at his grandmother who was holding his mother's photo, "Where is the pot lid?"

"What?" Grandma looked at him blankly.

"Put! Lid!" Na Chen shouted at the top of his throat, "Where have you cleaned up the lid in the kitchen!"

Grandma understood and replied simply: "I'm selling scrap iron."

Na Chen didn't say anything, and grandma added: "I saw someone collecting scraps at the entrance of the community, so I took them out and sold them."

"What are you thinking? Do you sell scrap iron when you are using the pot lid?" Na Chen was helpless, "How much money can a pot lid be sold?"

"There are other things... I sold them together."

"What else have you sold?" Na Chen quickly looked into the house.

"The violin in the room where no one lives on the second floor."

"What?" Na Chen was stunned, grabbed grandma's shoulder, and her hands trembled, "What did you say?"

Before grandma could answer, he turned around and rushed to the second floor.

The house is filled with things that are not commonly used at home, but Na Chen cleans up every day. Now the violin that has been placed on the guest room table is gone, and his hands are shaking very hard. He touched the original position of the piano several times, and finally leaned against the wall.
To be continued...