Anhe had never been to the branch campus of the North Third Ring Road. He walked around the North Third Ring Road several times before finding the branch campus at the end of a fork. It was quite large in size, but the door was not conspicuous. He looked at the intersection several times but didn't notice the gate.

He parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and walked slowly to the edge of the flower bed outside the school gate and sat down.

It was about four o'clock, and it was still ten minutes away.

Today is Saturday and there are very few students in the school.

Occasionally, one or two people would stare at him curiously, probably because of the specialty of their majors. It would be strange to see people sitting at the gate of this campus where only funeral majors are available.

Angel hesitated whether to go back to the car and sit waiting or continue to sit here. J was cold. But in the end he still didn't move and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. It was already four o'clock.

After sitting for nearly ten minutes, after smoking the cigarette, Anhe pressed the cigarette butt on the ground and bounced it into the garbage can more than two meters away from him. Didn’t he be fooled by someone?

Just as I was about to take out my cell phone to make a call, someone came out of the school gate.

Angel took a look and saw that the man was wearing gray loose sweatpants and black down jacket, with long legs and a ski hat on his head. The hat was very low because it was still a distance away. Angel couldn't see clearly, so he could only judge that his skin was quite white.

The man left the school gate and stood down, looked at him, and walked slowly over.

It was probably him Anhe, so he stood up.

The man walked a little lazy, and Anhe stood there patiently with his hands in his pockets.

After getting closer, Angel saw clearly his appearance, his figure was about the same size as himself. Although he had no makeup, his eyes and straight nose did not change.

"I thought you didn't dare to come." He walked to Angel, curled the corner of his mouth, and a smile flashed by, and his expression returned to normal.

"What's the matter in school that I dare not come to?" Anhe smiled. There is a big difference between whether this person is wearing makeup or not. The line between being beautiful and being handsome has become clear.

“Unlucky.”

"I don't believe this," Angel pulled his collar, remembering that he hadn't asked his name yet, so he asked, "Nice surname?"

The man looked up at him: "Then."

"Then?" Angel was stunned, "Where?"

"...that," he frowned, "Na Chen, your surname is, are you illiterate?"

Anhe smiled. He did not react, but this Chen didn't seem to have a good temper, and Anhe felt a little unhappy.

"What's your last name?" He turned his finger and pointed to the car parked by the roadside. "The same surname as my car, Nazhijie, is your nickname also called Daqi?"

Na Chen smiled. This time his smile did not flash, but was raised from the corner of his mouth and rippled all the way to his face. Angel even saw a shallow dimples on his right face.

But before An He could finish sighing in his heart, the smile on Na Chen's face suddenly dissipated, his eyes turned cold, and he turned around and walked towards the school gate without saying a word.

Anhe stood still and didn't move. This man had a strange temper, but out of the principle of "it's not polite to come but not to go", he said to Nachen's back: "My name is Anhe."

He didn't wait for Na Chen's response anymore, turned around and walked back to his car, opened the door and got in.

He was about to drive away when he was on fire, but when he looked up, he found that Na Chen was standing in front of his car at some point.

Angel was startled, put down the car window and poked his head out: "What's wrong?"

"Please give me a meal." Na Chen said, and walked over and opened the passenger's door and sat up, leaning his head against the back of the chair, looking ahead.

"Okay," Angel didn't say much, nor refused, and turned his head to drive towards the intersection, "Where do you go?"

"Yayuan." Na Chen said.

Angel turned his head and looked at him. Yayuan was a very high-end private restaurant. It was open three days a week and only had six tables a day. It took more than half a year to make an appointment for a meal. Angel had never been there.

Lin Ruoxue went to have a meal with someone, saying it was a small bridge, flowing water, pavilions, towers, listening to operas, listening to small songs, and eating dishes that I couldn't understand.

"We are walking on small steps when we walk after a meal..." Lin Ruoxue concluded.

"Let's change the place, let's talk about it, don't you still have to make an appointment there?" Anhe stopped the car at the intersection and waited for Nachen to change the place.

Although he knew that Na Chen was driving a Bombardier of more than 300,000 yuan, and it was not a big deal for those who could buy a motorcycle at this price, he was just a student after all.

Na Chen didn't say anything, looking out the window silently, as if he was thinking about where to go. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Anhe: "Why do you stop here?"

Angel was asked inexplicably by him and almost wanted to answer. "Are you waiting for you to tell me where to go?"

"Yayuan," said Na Chen, "turn right and open the third ring road."

Angel was a little bit trying to ask if you were right back. Just as he was about to speak, Na Chen said again: "I don't need to make an appointment when I go there."

It seems that it is not the back of my ears. Anhe didn't say anything anymore. He drove the intersection and turned right to Yayuan. Just go and take a small step too. I'll invite you back if you have the chance.

Yayuan is a very large courtyard house with the gate closed. Na Chen went over and pushed the door open. Anhe followed him in. As soon as he stepped in, he heard a voice coming from the side: "Congratulations on getting rich, everything goes well, everything goes well."

Angel twisted and looked at them. Two gray-green macaws stood on a black wooden shelf at the door. They were tilting their heads and shouting at them. When they saw Angel turning to look at them, one of them moved sideways on the shelf: "Please, please, distinguished guests."

A little girl came up from beside her and smiled at Na Chen: "Good afternoon, Mr. Chen."

"Is Uncle Luo here?" Na Chen asked.

"Here," the little girl replied, and asked Anhe with a smile, "Good afternoon, sir, your surname is your?"

"Don't let your surname be An." An He also smiled, "Young Master, not pretentious enough."

The little girl was very polite, and kept bent over and made a gesture of invitation: "Please follow me."

The garden is decorated in a very romantic way. The yard is full of small and exquisite rocks and green plants, which cleverly hide the road leading to the inner courtyard. If you turn around, you may not see the people in front of you, and you will feel like you are winding and secluded.

Angel walked in on the bluestone path, and felt that the width of the slate was unreasonable. He felt like he was walking with his waist halfway through the steps, and he felt like he was jumping and taking a step by step, which was so cheerful.

However, after walking a few steps, he saw a stone slab with words engraved on it. It was difficult to bend down to see what the words were, but it was probably an old bluestone slab, so he was not willing to cut it at a more reasonable pace.

After turning into the inner courtyard, Anhe heard a faint music. When he listened carefully, he found that someone was singing an opera, and his voice was very gentle.

Bypassing a rockery, he saw an exquisite small stage in the inner courtyard. The people on the stage were dressed up and were singing. Angel had no idea about Peking Opera, but it was very wonderful to watch.

The little girl took them to a room. There were several rooms in the courtyard, Anhe couldn't see clearly. Each room was designed to cover it with flowers and stones. After entering the room, he couldn't feel whether there were any other guests.

Apart from the exquisite tables and chairs, there are still many things in the house, and there is also a bookcase with stickers on the wall, which is filled with thread-bound books. Angel didn't go to read it, and he didn't know whether it was true or false.

"I'll call Mr. Luo here." The little girl brewed tea for them and then retreated outside the door.

"No, he's busy now," Na Chen sat down by the window and looked at the stage outside, "Just have a meal, no need to greet him."

"Okay." The little girl closed the door and went out.

Angel sat on a chair facing the window. The room was very warm, but he didn't see where the radiator was.

Na Chen seemed to have no intention of speaking, and Anhe didn't speak either. He felt that this person was indescribable, and it was inaccurate or careless, and Anhe couldn't find the adjective.

But it's quite interesting.

"What are you singing?" Angel took the cup and drank a sip of tea, and asked casually.

"Locking the Case." Na Chen leaned on the chair, supported his arm on the armrest, and looked at Anhe with his fingers against the corner of his forehead.

Angel was a little surprised: "Are you listening to the opera?"

"Yes." Na Chen didn't move, and kept looking at him with his head so tilted.

"I thought you should listen to rock." Angel smiled. It didn't feel bad about being stared at him like this. He got used to being stared in class.

"Listen, too."

After the conversation, there was a long silence, and Angel did not look for any topics anymore, leaned on a chair to listen to the opera.

He has never heard of the drama and is not interested, but now he feels quite enjoyable in such an environment.

There has been no music at home since he was a child, let alone opera. What he heard the most from childhood was the sound of mahjong shuffling. It rang from morning to night, from night to morning in the smokey living room. In the first month of his stay in college, he even suffered from insomnia because he could not hear the sound of mahjong.

My mother was not interested in music, so when he started learning piano, my mother was also very dissatisfied, saying that it was a waste of money. It was better to play more cards for your mother than to have spare money.

"What do you want me to call?" Na Chen suddenly asked.

Angel smiled and hesitated for a while before saying, "You guys performed at Boiling Point that day, and I thought the drummer was a girl."

"Is that right?" Na Chen narrowed his eyes.

The disdain in Na Chen's eyes was only a moment, and Anhe still saw it, but he was not surprised by this reaction. His ex-boyfriend once pointed at him and scolded him. Anhe, the one I look down on the most is bi.

"Well," Anh slowly turned the teacup, "You look handsome when you play drums."

Na Chen didn't make a sound, closed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly leaned back and slowly began to sing with the tune outside: "The wind and rain outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion..."

Anhe was pouring tea. When he heard his throat, his hands trembled and quickly put down the pot.

Na Chen closed his eyes and continued singing: "Where is the sad sound that breaks the loneliness..."

Angel didn't interrupt him. He wanted to laugh at first. He subconsciously classified Na Chen as an alternative rock youth. He suddenly heard him speak up and felt that it was inconsistent.

But after singing the two lines of Chen, he sat back on the chair and listened quietly.

Na Chen did not deliberately pinch his voice, but just sang straight in his slightly hoarse voice, but every word is full of charm, and the rhyme is just right.

After a few words, Anhe stared at his side face backlight and showed his sarcasm. He didn't notice when Na Chen stopped.

"Does it sound good?" Na Chen turned his face and asked.

"Have you learned it?" Although Anhe doesn't listen to the opera, he has some concepts. It's not easy to sing. It's not easy to sing that flavor. At least his level must be among the best among the fans.

Na Chen smiled: "My mother loves to sing."

This was the first time Anhe saw Na Chen smiling without any other emotions, very sunny.

Nachen didn't order food, and no one came to ask them to order food. Anhe ate a few bites of the refreshments on the table, which were quite delicious. In fact, he really wanted to ask Nachen if you forgot to order food?
To be continued...