"Can you go?" Na Chen saw that he didn't say anything and followed him.﹎＿＿﹍Yawen8w·w·w=.-y=a·w·e·n`8

Reasonably, Anhe felt that he shouldn't have any follow-up with Na Chen. It would be better for anyone to keep going so inexplicably, let alone that he was not very sure about Na Chen's idea.

A lonely child found someone who could accompany him and went to bed to chat.

He is also lonely and needs someone to accompany him.

But what problem can this kind of empty companionship solve?

Anhe picked up the bowl and drank the soup, trying to tell Nachen that school only had two days to start and there was no time to go out. When he raised his eyes, he met Nachen's gaze. Nachen's eyes had no concealed expectations and blocked his words.

Looking forward to someone and something, Angel knows this feeling very well, just like when he told his mother that she wanted to go to the park, she was full of expectations and nodding when she was waiting for her mother.

But later, I would never hold such expectations again. Failure to expect is more uncomfortable than not having expectations.

"Let me see," Anhe said hesitantly, took his phone and turned on the calendar, and took the day of partying with Liu Jiang's girlfriend. There were only two days left before school started, "The day after tomorrow?"

"Okay," Na Chen snapped his fingers, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy groceries tomorrow."

"Dragon meat." Angel was quite depressed by his hesitation.

"No problem," Na Chen pulled his collar apart and exposed his shoulders, "Eat."

Angel smiled and looked at him: "Prepare it for me the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah," Na Chen nodded, "What else?"

"Whatever you want, just give me a few hand-to-hand dishes. I don't pick up food, and I can eat enough."

After having a midnight snack, Na Chen didn't watch the comedy anymore. He went into the bathroom and said he would go to bed after washing his face. In just two seconds, he turned his head and came out again.

"I dare not wash my face alone?" Anhe cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

"Do you have a toothbrush?" Na Chen asked.

"There is a new one in the small wall cabinet," said Angel.

Na Chen turned around and went in, and in a second he came out with the toothbrush again: "Is this your toothbrush a lover?"

Angel looked at the toothbrush in his hand: "What's wrong? Buy one free one, can't you buy two handfuls for one portion? Anyway, you have to change it in a month."

"I didn't say no." Na Chen smiled and turned around and went in to brush his teeth.

Anhe washed the dishes and put them in. Nachen had already washed and entered the room. He walked into the bathroom and saw Nachen put the toothbrush in his cup.

The two toothbrushes stood side by side, which made Angel have an illusion for a moment. He was distracted several times while brushing his teeth, and almost poked the toothbrush into his throat.

When he returned to the bedroom, Na Chen had already lay down and was lying honestly on the bed beside the wall with a quilt.

Angel turned off the light and lay down, pulled the quilt and turned over, and his back was facing Na Chen. He was used to lying to the right when he was sleeping.

"Turn around." Na Chen said.

"Um?"

"Don't take your back at me," Na Chen kicked him through the quilt, "You have to like you to sleep in the middle of your sleep."

Anhe turned over and lay down at Na Chen: "Okay?"

"Okay." Na Chen closed his eyes.

After lying like this for a while, Anhe gradually felt sleepy and soon became confused.

Half asleep and half awake, he heard Na Chen's voice: "Anhe, you are so scheming..."

Angel didn't understand what this said, and did not speak out, and continued to be confused. ＿＿＿Yawen﹏w=w-w`.

"I said everything," Na Chen's voice became a little confused, getting lower and lower, "You don't say anything."

When Anhe woke up in the morning, he felt very stuffy, as if he was crushed with stones. He struggled to open his eyes and found that Na Chen was no longer on the bed, and half of his quilt was lifted up on him.

"Hey," Anhe reached out to pull the quilt off, and immediately loosened. "It's so messy when I get up..."

He lay down for two more minutes, took his cell phone and looked at the time. It was eight o'clock, and he got out of bed, stretched and walked out of the bedroom.

Nachen was not in the living room. Yesterday I took it out and wanted him to paint the paper from the house and put it on the dining table. Anhe went over and took it up and took a look. It was Nachen's message on it. I went to buy the ingredients for breakfast.

He raised his eyebrows. The handwriting of Chen was written very beautifully. You can tell at a glance that he had practiced it, it was ostentatious and powerful, pleasing to the eye.

I don’t know when Na Chen went out, but Anhe brushed his teeth, washed his face, cleaned up the bed, and waited from 8:00 to 8:40, Na Chen didn’t come out.

Have you gone to grow vegetables and grains? Anhe knew that Nachen didn't like answering the phone, but he still took out his cell phone and dialed the cuteest big seventh account. He had to know what happened that the man left a note and left him for almost an hour without seeing anyone.

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

Na Chen's cell phone ringing sounded behind him. He turned around and saw the cell phone thrown on the sofa, so he had to hang up the phone.

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

The phone rang again, Anhe was startled, looked at his cell phone, and had already hung up, so he walked over and picked up Nachen's phone and looked at it.

The number displayed is Rego.

It was probably Na Chen’s friend, who mutes his phone and puts it on the table.

The curtains in the living room were all pulled open, and the morning sun shone on the lounge chairs beside the window. The color was quite beautiful, all light golden, and it was more beautiful than the noon, but Angel still went over and pulled the curtains back.

The curtains were just pulled, and Na Chen's cell phone rang again, and it was still Brother Lei.

Angel pressed mute again, and within two minutes the phone rang again, and it was still Ray.

After Anhe repeatedly pressed the mute four or five times, he began to worry. He called him one by one without breathing. Could it be that there was something urgent to do?

Although what he was most reluctant to answer the phone, the phone kept ringing for almost ten minutes, and his brain was almost boiling, so he had to go over and answer the phone.

Before he could speak and say that Na Chen was not there, a man roared angrily from there: "I believe it or not!"

Angel was stunned by the roar and didn't say anything.

"I said you said you were fucking unwilling to answer the phone! You sent you a text message and you replied! Playing with me!" The other side continued to yell, without leaving Anhe a chance to speak.

Angel waited for him to yell and was speechless after he was tired and there was no sound, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Na Chen didn't bring his cell phone."

There was a pause over there: "Who are you?"

"His friend, please call later." Angel said and prepared to hang up the phone.

"The night he spent with you? Or the night you two spent in the hotel?" asked there.

"None of them. Yawen 8w=w·w." The other party's tone was obvious, which made him feel very uncomfortable. After saying this, he hung up the phone.

At almost nine o'clock, the doorbell was ringed.

Anhe jumped up from the sofa and opened the door. He saw Nachen standing outside the door with two big bags of things.

"Why did you buy breakfast and go abroad?" Anh took the big bag in his hand and put it on the table, and found that there was a bag of rice in his pocket. "What are you buying rice?"

"I will teach you a very simple method, you can have dishes and rice, and you don't have to eat instant noodles," Na Chen took out all the things in great interest. In addition to a bag of rice, there was also a medium-sized thermos pot, "Big Seven Secret Thermal Pot Stewed Rice."

"What?" Angel didn't understand.

"You boil some boiling water the night before, throw the rice, vegetables and meat into the pot, pour the boiling water in and cover it with a lid, and you can eat it the next day. My grandma taught me that it is very convenient and can be made by even idiots."

Angel looked at him without saying a word, and he added: "Don't always eat instant noodles, there are preservatives. If you eat too much, I will burn you when you die."

"Shut up." Anhe frowned, remembering Nachen's cremator principle and operation lesson.

"I bought noodles and make you some tomato and egg noodles. I'll leave after eating them. Today the band rehearsed." Na Chen quickly took the dishes to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves to prepare to wash the tomatoes.

"Just one of you, a man named Lei Ge called you, and I called dozens of them. I'm afraid that this person will answer you if there is an urgent matter." Anhe followed into the kitchen.

"He has no serious business, and there will be no urgent matters," Na Chen smiled, "Have he said anything?"

"No, I just scolded you, saying that you didn't answer the phone and didn't reply to text messages," Anhe stood beside Nachen and watched him skillfully cutting red tomatoes, "You friend grew up taking gun medicine."

"Menophobia," Na Chen tsk, "It's about the same age as my dad, it's time to update."

"Do you have such friends?" Angel glanced at him, a friend who was about the same age as his father.

"Are you a friend," Na Chen thought for a while, "I'll call him brother, he... you can cook some water with the pot."

"Okay." Anh took the pot of water and put it on the stove and burned it.

Regarding Brother Lei, Na Chen didn't continue, and he didn't ask. He didn't dare to ask more about Na Chen, and he didn't know which sentence could make him feel depressed for a long time.

The tomato and egg noodles made by Nachen were delicious, which was beyond Anhe's expectations. He couldn't help but drink half a glass of water when he smelled the fragrance in the living room.

When Na Chen brought the noodles out to him, he was not polite and took them over and started eating.

"How is it?" Na Chen curled the corners of his mouth, "It's not okay when he is old. He just ate it once last night and had a midnight snack. Now he can still be so hungry."

"Eat yours, I remember you were so talkative now, why are you so talkative now?" Angel did not look up, "The taste is very good, better than the snack bar at the door."

After eating the noodles, Na Chen didn't leave much, put on his coat and left. Before leaving, he explained again: "Don't forget, I'll come here to pick you up to the parking lot."

"Well, you can walk over and drive my car over, or you have to send me out." Anh nodded.

Na Chen looked at him without saying anything, and after a while, he nodded and turned around and walked out to bring the door.

Na Chen is very sensitive. An He knew that his words would make him have ideas, but he did not plan to spend the night with Na Chen again. The faster he got out of this kind of thing, the easier it would be, and no one would be too entangled.

Today's rehearsal was still in the underground garage of Li Fan's house. The garage was rented and the car was never parked. It was just for rehearsals. Although they only rehearsed a few times a month, they chatted while roaming.

Sometimes Na Chen would come alone, and his drum was placed here. Sometimes when he was bored, he would come over and beat him alone for a while to vent.
To be continued...