Anhe was pulled out of the water by Nachen, gasping with his eyes closed, his body was still tense, and he did not relax.﹎Yawenbaw-w·w`.=y·a`w·e·n-8

Na Chen lowered his head and kissed his neck carefully on his face and his hands gently stroked him. He liked Anh, who seemed a little tired after he vented, had no defense, no distance, and his delicate and tight body without resistance, every inch was full of attraction.

"I'll carry you back to the house," Na Chen circled his legs with his fingers.

"Can you hold it?" Angel opened his eyes and looked at him, grabbing his hands on the hair behind his head.

This action made Na Chen feel very comfortable, and he immediately put his face into his shoulder, "Catch it again."

Angel smiled and grabbed his hair again: "Get up, I'll rush, I'll rush, all my son."

"Your son is so suffocated," Na Chen stood up and poured the water in the bathtub with his hands. "Poor children, Uncle Big Seven will send you..."

"Silly," Angel pushed him away, slowly stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, turned on the shower and rushed, "I'll find another set of pajamas for you."

"No," Na Chen also followed out of the bathtub and pressed behind him to the water, "I'll sleep naked, so you can touch it."

Angel smiled and said nothing.

After taking a shower, Anhe found a sportswear for Na Chen, who shook his clothes: "What are your tastes? It's big red, and it's No. 8..."

"The team uniform of the school before." Anhe took out another small quilt from the cabinet and threw it onto the bed. He did not prepare a guest room here. Given that Na Chengang was working hard to make him feel good, he couldn't let Na Chen sleep on the sofa, so he all slept on the bed.

"Basketball team? Are you still playing basketball?" Na Chen raised his clothes and saw the name of a certain Normal University printed on the front. "I thought you were just in the video game city."

"That's what I did before my second year of high school," Angel spread the quilt and patted it. "Are you sleeping outside or inside?"

"I'm sleeping on top," Na Chen said without thinking, "You'll turn back after your second year of high school?"

Angel didn't say anything, and sat on the edge of the bed seemed a little dazed.

Na Chen put on a ball uniform and sat next to him: "Don't you sleep?"

"Sleep," Angel seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, lifted the quilt and crawled in, "You go to sleep inside."

Na Chen climbed onto the bed and got into the quilt: "I'll cover it with you."

"I'm not used to it." Angel closed his eyes.

"Why aren't you used to it?" Na Chen tsk and turned his face toward him.

"It's here now." Anhe smiled and reached out to turn off the lights in the room.

"The lights outside are not turned off?" Na Chen held his arms and looked at the bedroom door. The lights in the living room could still be seen from the crack of the door.

“Not close.”

Na Chen lay quietly, and only the two of them were heard in the room, but they were breathing vigorously. As soon as they heard it, they knew that neither of them was asleep.

"Are you afraid of the darkness?" Na Chen asked softly.

"Not afraid."

“Then why not turn off the lights?”

"Do you sleep?" Anhe sighed, "You have been in the detention center for several days, are you still so energetic?"

"Detention center," Na Chen corrected him, "Are you... afraid of staying alone? If you turn on the light, you don't think you are alone."

Angel didn't make a sound, and it took a long time to move, lifted his arm and put it behind his head: "Probably."

In fact, there are always people at home, and many people. Every time Anhe comes home, he can see a room full of people and the endless sound of mahjong, but he still feels lonely.

Mom is sitting there, but it doesn't seem to belong to him. She only has the win or loss in her eyes, and dad is even further away. Yawen>8

He stayed alone in these strange or familiar figures, and struggled to face all the things that would happen in life. His mother would hardly give him any attention except slapping him. Even if he just held a parent-teacher meeting, he could squat at home for two hours, repeatedly practicing how to talk to his mother so that he would not get beaten.

He just wants a clean and refreshing home with bright and warm lights, the sound of TV, the fragrance of food, his mother and a father who can... see him in one eye.

This is a luxury, he will never have it in his life, but he always feels that he can let his children have such a home, a warm home that they can rely on.

Thinking of this, Angel frowned, and the feeling of despair and helplessness when he first discovered that he would have physical intimate contact with a man came up little by little.

And the greater despair is that everything that changed his entire life was just a conquest for others.

Since then, no matter whether he faces men or women, he can no longer find the kind of belonging he wants.

"Anhe." Na Chen called softly in his ear.

"Hmm?" Anhe suddenly pulled out of his memory, and he was a little empty in an instant.

"What's wrong with you? You're breathing wrong." Na Chen leaned over and looked at his face in the faint light.

"It's okay," Angel smiled, "You can still understand your breathing, it's so mysterious."

"My mother," Na Chen hesitated for a moment, "My mother used to have an illness... whenever she was in a bad mood, her breathing would change, and I could hear it."

Anhe turned his head, Nachen's breathing swept warmly on his face, and he turned sideways: "Is that right?"

"Really," Na Chen nodded, saying a little difficult, "I couldn't hear her... at first, but... I have to hear it, otherwise there would be no time... to avoid it."

Angel couldn't see Na Chen's expression clearly, but his calm but hesitant voice made people feel depressed.

"Did your mother... beat you?" Anhe asked tentatively, remembering the scar on Chen's neck.

"She didn't hit me much when she was a child," Na Chen squeezed to him, put his head on his pillow, "My mother is very gentle."

Angel made some room for him and gave up half of the pillow.

"Are you sleepy?" Na Chen asked him.

"Tell me, I'll listen," Angel reached into the bedside table and touched the cigarette box, "Do you want to smoke?"

"Aren't you afraid of lighting the quilt?" Na Chen smiled.

"Have you had a stroke? Can you light a quilt if you smoke a cigarette?" Angel took the cigarette and handed it to Na Chen, then took a big iron mooncake box and put it on the quilt. "If you use this, you can still play the quilt with it tomorrow. I will pay to take you to the hospital."

Na Chen lit a cigarette and leaned against the bedside, as if he was recalling memories. After a long period of silence, he spoke: "My mother is very gentle. She sang and performed very well. She also plays the piano and likes the violin. My grandma kept saying that my mother probably had a fairy who was born wrong. Anyway, my aunts and uncle are very... "

What's special? Na Chen didn't say it. Angel wanted to say that the fairy probably wouldn't be reincarnated, but Na Chen squirted a sip of cigarettes and continued: "My mother has never spoken loudly to me. If I did something wrong, she would only cry, crying in great distress."

"What did you do wrong?" Angel frowned.

"I don't know," Na Chen said hesitantly, staring at Yan for a long time before saying, "Many times it's because I don't understand the song she played.﹍Yawen﹍ba w·w-w-.`y-a·w`en8"

"I didn't understand what it means, I don't know what the song it is?" Angel asked.

"Just... I didn't understand what this song was about to express," Na Chen took a sip of cigarettes, "or what she wanted to express."

"How old were you at that time?" Anhe was not sure whether his judgment of Na Chen's mother was correct, but he had a rough outline in his heart.

"Before I was in school," Na Chen raised one leg, and knocked his hands on his knees to the rhythm. "If I can't understand, she will cry and keep playing."

Na Chen's voice was low, and his hands knocked on his legs very quickly: "I can't walk away. If I want to walk away, she will tie me to the piano leg with a rope and keep playing and crying..."

Anhe held Nachen's hand and found that his hand was shaking very hard.

"Na Chen..." He spoke to change the topic for the time being.

But Na Chen interrupted him: "I cry too, I'm very anxious. Why can't I understand? I want to understand. I want to see her laugh, but I just can't understand. I don't understand. I feel a headache. Every time she plays a sound, I hurt, like a hammer..."

"Na Chen," Anhe sat up, snatched both cigarettes, threw the box aside, and put his hand around Na Chen's shoulder, "Let's not talk about it for now."

"Actually, I don't understand until now," Na Chen said quickly without stopping, "The songs she sang, the plays she sang, the songs she played, what she said... I don't understand them, they are all in my mind, but I still don't understand!"

"Big Seven," Anhe turned on the bedside lamp, a faint warm yellow filled the room. He looked at Na Chen's eyes, "Everyone's expression is different, it's not your fault."

"But she is my mother!" Na Chen suddenly raised his voice, "I can't understand what my mother means!"

"I know she is your mother," Anhe grabbed his shoulder and said in a steady voice, "but she is sick, she can't let you understand that it's not your fault, she is a patient."

Na Chen stopped, breathing a little fast, his eyes fell somewhere behind Anhe. After a while, he said softly: "Yes, my mother was crazy. She was already crazy at that time, but no one admitted it."

"No one will easily admit that his relatives have mental illness." Angel said, patting Na Chen on the back.

He suddenly felt very tired. Facing the Chen who was struggling with confusion and struggle, and facing the dark past of Chen, he felt that he couldn't breathe. There was no doubt that Chen had psychological problems, but he didn't know how to guide him. When he faced Chen, he had too many personal feelings and could not completely withdraw from himself, so he could not make a correct judgment.

Even if it doesn't count, Na Chen's understanding of psychology is definitely not a blank when facing his mother for so many years. He just said to draw a picture before, but before he could draw anything, Na Chen had already sensitively realized that he was a house-shuman, and he could clearly feel Na Chen's resistance.

"Grandma said I'm crazy too, just like my mother," Na Chen suddenly smiled and lowered her head. "I was quite scared before, but it was nothing to think about it later. If I was crazy too, I would understand what she meant."

Anhe didn't say anything. He had become interested in Na Chen because of his beauty and temptation, and was willing to tolerate Na Chen's approach because he felt empathy. But now he found that Na Chen was far more complicated than he thought. Na Chen's painful and entangled past was pulling him down little by little. He followed Na Chen's rising and falling emotions little by little to the darkness he tried hard to get rid of.

He couldn't even say the simplest words of comfort now. Na Chen seemed to be hurt everywhere, and perhaps even the simplest touch would make him hurt.

"Are you hungry?" Na Chen suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

"Not hungry," Anhe was stunned, "Are you hungry again after just less than two hours after eating?"

"I'm hungry when I'm talking," Na Chen pressed his stomach, "What should I do?"

"...Would you eat steamed dumplings?" Anhe got out of bed helplessly and took his cell phone, "Mix noodles?"

"Is Shaxian?" Na Chen asked with interest.

"Do you still know Shaxian? It's not Shaxian. At this time, the snack bar at the back of the community has served food. If you eat, I'll ask him to bring it here." Anhe glanced at him, and the suffocating and depressing emotions wrapped in Na Chen were no longer visible.

"Eat, is there any soup?" Na Chen held the quilt.

"It's quite particular. What kind of soup do you want? They are all small cups." Anhe found the phone number for delivery and prepared to pick up the number.

“Pigeon soup.”

"Why don't you want bird's nest? Imperial Concubine!"
To be continued...