"Relax," Na Chen's voice touched his ears and came like a blow. Anhe began to feel his body floating a little, and he kept going up. The soft thick mat seemed to have lost its mass and became softer and softer.

It is hard to tell whether it is the lack of alcohol or the effect of medicine, both the body and the nerves become extremely sensitive.

...

For several minutes, there were only two people gasping in the room.

Na Chen leaned on Anhe, his heartbeat slowly calmed down before he supported his arms and looked down at Anhe.

Anhe closed his eyes and did not move. When Nachen sat up, Anhe's legs were still on his legs. Nachen gently put his legs flat, feeling Anhe's whole body was very soft.

He pulled the blanket next to him to cover Angel and got out of bed: "Don't move."

I can't move even if I want to.

Angel still closed his eyes, his mind was still very confused, and his body still had the feeling of losing gravity, as if he was not lying on the bed, but on a cloud swaying in the wind.

Then I don’t know what it feels like. I am very sleepy and my sleepiness is like being suppressed by the **, and now it’s all bursting out.

In a daze, he felt that Na Chen had left the house and came back after a while. He seemed to have wiped him carefully, and after carefully cleaning up, he lay down next to him.

The lights in the room were turned off, and Anhe quickly fell asleep. The last memory was that Na Chen stretched out his arm and hugged him.

This sleep was quite heavy, sleepy, alcohol, fatigue after venting, and the rush that saw the ghost.

When Angel woke up, he lay down and was stunned for five minutes before he could come back from his confusion.

His legs and waist were a little sore, and the feeling of numbness in a certain part made him realize what happened last night.

He stared at the roof covered in white fluff, unable to tell what it felt like.

Fuck.

depressed.

Want to get angry.

There was also the pleasure of constantly dizzying in his mind and replaying it.

"Fuck." Angel closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and cursed.

Nachen was not on the bed. On the chair beside the bed was a set of Nachen's clothes, sweatpants and T-shirt, and a little white coffee table with some heart and milk.

Angel had no appetite, grabbed his clothes and put them on his clothes and walked out of the house.

The temperature outside the house was quite low, and the oil barrel in the house was taken away. He put on his shoes and walked outside.

The sun was very bright, and it felt a little warm when it was poured on her body. Anhe looked around and the strange-shaped broken cars and tires that could not be seen clearly last night all showed their true colors.

The surroundings are very quiet. For some reason, the old car park in the sun is a bit more lonely than at night.

The black carriage also looked very lonely in the sun, which contrasted with that warm white fluffy hut in Chen, which made Angel fall to the bottom of the valley because of the ridiculous things that happened last night.

He stood in the sun, his hands and feet began to feel a little chilled.

Last night, Na Chen forced him to smell the rush and kept circling in his mind.

Boring, blocked.

He never expected that he would be attacked by someone who was nowhere older than his student in this way!

Maybe in the eyes of others, this is not a great thing.

But he couldn't do it. Only he could understand the humiliation of being pressed on the bed.

This kind of emotional entry is a hurdle that he can never overcome.

He rushed toward his head with anger bit by bit. He gritted his teeth and circled around the carriage twice, trying to find Na Chen, and beat him hard.

But after turning two circles, he didn't see Na Chen's figure. Only his Bombardier was shining with dazzling golden light in the sun.

Anhe kicked the fuel tank hard, fuck | your uncle!

Just as she was about to raise her foot and kick her again, Anhe heard a harmonica sound coming from a distance.

He closed his legs and stood there without moving.

This was the first time he heard someone blowing green sleeves with a harmonica.

The simple unmodified melody makes people suddenly lose their hearts.

But after a few seconds, he realized that this was Na Chen, and the anger in his heart rose again.

He walked along the sound of the harmonica, which came from a deeper place in the parking lot, which was the direction he took the wrong path yesterday.

After walking for a while, the sound of the harmonica was already very close, and the sound was floating in the sky. He raised his head and saw that Chen.

Na Chen probably didn't hear his footsteps, and he was sitting on the roof of a discarded carriage piled up like a strange-shaped hill, playing with a harmonica very attentively.

The sun shone on him and the pile of rusty waste, reflecting the light of stars.

Angel did not call him, nor did he move.

The Chen is like the background around him, even in the sun, he feels lonely.

Angel didn't like this feeling, depression and the feeling of sliding down.

He suddenly no longer wanted to beat Na Chen.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was a little slow. This person who had attracted him more or less and had many ideas had a completely different life from him.

Whether to ignite or not, whether anger is ignited or extinguished, has no meaning.

He stood silent for a while, then turned around and walked away.

After walking along the way when I came, Anhe returned to the main road and found a bus stop.

Standing side by side with the station sign, the freezing was almost melted into one with the station sign. I waited for a bus and took three more trips before I returned to the city.

When he walked into the community, Anhe had been in a daze since yesterday and finally disappeared when he saw the security guard at the door.

For the first time, he felt that the smile of this lazy security guard was so down-to-earth.

After entering the door, Anhe put a jar of hot water and soaked his head into the hot water.

The feeling of being wrapped in hot water makes him feel a real sense of security. His pores open little by little, and the heat slowly enters his body. He slowly relaxes and begins to feel twice as tired.

I don’t know if he didn’t sleep much on Friday night, but he basically slept for two days on weekends. **’s mother called to thank him for making ** change, and he kept holding back his yawning.

Fortunately, this state eased on Monday. When he walked into the school gate on time, he returned to his usual life.

He is still Teacher An, and this title makes him feel at ease and calm.

He washed Nachen's clothes and kept throwing them on the sofa.

He never contacted Na Chen again, and he did not contact him phone or Q again, and Na Chen did not appear again.

That "k death, barium, barium, and wasteful, Jia Zhanji's voice is suspected of using the stimulation to treat the emu

The final exam began. Angel sat next to the podium to invigilate the exam, looking at the students lying on the table and writing hard.

They are also writing quickly, some are really writing quickly, and some are scribbling randomly on draft paper, looking for opportunities to look in the clothes in the drawer or on other people's papers.

Angel took a piece of draft paper, slowly tore it into small pieces, then rolled it into small balls and held it in his hand. He rarely took a walk in the classroom for invigilator. Some students were prone to nervousness, so he usually sat there.

When the boy in the third row pulled his coat open, he raised his hand and bounced a small ball of paper out.

The boy was startled by the piece of paper that was suddenly hit on his hand, and subconsciously looked up and looked here, and Anhe smiled at him.

He quickly lowered his head and leaned on the table and scratched the draft paper.

After the three-day exam, some students were relieved, and some students had to grit their teeth and survive the parent-teacher meeting later.

Anhe sat at his desk, watching Lin Ruoxue and the others discussing how to spend the New Year in the group, and hummed from time to time.

The New Year is very boring for him. He and his mother are usually the only ones during the New Year. Except for the New Year’s Eve dinner, he can calmly eat with his mother after making dumplings, the atmosphere at home is still in the mahjong restaurant at other times.

If he hadn't insisted on making dumplings, my mother would have cancelled the Spring Festival long ago.

The office door was pushed open, ** ran in with a proud look on his face, rushed to his desk and called Mr. An, full of confidence.

"What are you doing?" Angel looked at him.

"My dad will come to the parent meeting today." After saying that, he took a piece of chocolate on his desk and turned his head and ran out of the office with wind.

Anhe smiled and said, ** didn't do well in the exam, but he had done it before that he promised him to advance to 15th place. He was the last in the midterm exam, and now he can have about seven or eight.

Angel was thinking about what to say in this first parent meeting. Teacher Cheng Yu, who had been standing by the window and looking downstairs, suddenly turned his head and said to him: "Wow, which parent's car is this?"

"Hmm?" Angel stood up and walked to the window.

"That," Cheng Yu pointed to the parking space downstairs, "that tricycle."

Angel looked at her hand and was stunned.

Even if he doesn't look at the license plate, he knows that it is the Bombardier of Nachen, and this one is probably the only one in the city.

"I don't know." Angel responded casually, turned around and returned to his seat.

What the hell is going on?

The parking space downstairs belongs to the school, which is basically the car of the teachers and students’ parents of the school. How could Nachen’s car park there?

Angel peeled a piece of chocolate and chewed it, and carefully twisted his brain, making sure that he had not told Na Chen about his profession, nor did he say which school he was in.
To be continued...