How could it be so miserable?

Thinking of this, Anhe returned to the study and turned on the computer. He needed to find some balance from the same single companions. Every time he saw everyone lamenting where his other half was, he would feel relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Clicking on q, a bunch of news about New Year greetings came out, and it also brought animations. He watched a Happy New Year animation for more than ten times before finally closing the chat box.

There were many chat records in their small group, as if they had a discussion on a Valentine's Day single party. He had just turned up the round and suddenly saw a sentence.

Pancakes: I won't go out on Valentine's Day

Pancakes: I'll spend time with her

"Damn!" Anhe stared at these two lines and couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Pancake fruit is Liu Jiang. When will this kid have a girlfriend?

Below were a few people scolding and congratulating each other. Angel took a few glances and quickly turned off the Q.

When Lin Ruoxue called him to chat with him before the New Year, she mentioned Li Ting she brought last time. The two of them are quite stable. Now Liu Jiang is going to celebrate Valentine's Day. Looking at the records just now, Song Zhibin and the others are also shouting that they should work hard.

The number of members of single groups decreased one by one, which made Angel suddenly feel unspeakable.

"Hey--" Angela sighed in a long voice, got up and went into the bathroom, turning on the hot water.

The steaming water slowly flowed into the bathtub. Anhe opened the video in his notebook, turned the sound to the maximum, and then stood in front of the mirror and slowly took off his clothes one by one.

The white mist spread out little by little in the bathroom, and the gasps and moans from the notebook behind him teased his nerves. Angel closed his eyes, supported the wall with one hand, and slid under him with the other.

Following the moaning rhythm filled with ears, Anhe's ** was successfully provoked, and there was a beating fire in his body, but soon he was a little annoyed and found that the star was all in front of him.

Nachen's beautiful collarbone, clear back, flat belly, and tight buttocks...

Angel hummed softly, lowered his head, and his hands accelerated.

A flower on the grassland: It really doesn’t come out?

k Death L Humph

Yizhihua in the grassland: Did someone pass by you together? That teacher?

Killing and dying, we tell the beauty, what a good man

Yizhihua of the grassland: Isn’t my wife a relative who comes from home and can’t get out? Besides, I’m so worried about staying alone. I can’t understand how to input your method.

How can I be worthy of death?

Grassland Yizhihua: Call me now

Na Chen hesitated for a moment, took out his cell phone, and dialed Li Fan's number.

"Where are you now?" Li Fan answered the phone.

“Car lot.”

"I really can't come out for a while on Valentine's Day the day after tomorrow?"

"Why do you want to go out with you?" Na Chen took a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it and held it in his mouth.

"Damn," Li Fan was stunned and smiled, "I'm going to do my best and let you do it, why don't you?"

"No." Na Chen smiled.

"Your uncle," Li Fan cursed and said nothing more, "Then you change your mind and call me, or just boil down, I will make an appointment with David Yan and others."

"Yes." Na Chen hung up the phone and threw the phone aside.

It’s Valentine’s Day the day after tomorrow. Na Chen looked at a calendar posted on the iron wall.

He drew the calendar. Every month he would carefully draw a calendar himself and fill in the dates with colored pens. When he was in a good mood, he would also write the vigil together according to the calendar.

On February 14, he drew a small circle on this date and marked it out.

It’s not because it’s Valentine’s Day. He doesn’t feel it because it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s his birthday.

When he was a child, his favorite day, his mother would order him a cake on this day and prepare him a birthday gift.

Happy birthday to Xiao Chenchen. He is one year older and you must be good.

But this kind of memory full of the warm yellow light of candles is a bit blurry. I don’t know when his birthday was gradually forgotten by everyone.

Mom didn't remember at first, dad... didn't remember at all.

Those memories that had been warm and warm were left in the distant past, so far away that the clock almost never mentioned their birthday to anyone.

Na Chen held a cigarette in his mouth and his mouse was lit randomly on the screen. He stopped when he passed by Q.

There are very few people in his friend list, but they are carefully classified, such as bands, classmates, teachers, bars, and when they see them, they are annoyed and want to kick them.

There is only one name without classification, dry-fried lentils.

He lay on the table and looked at the name, only Anhe, and he didn't know which category to put it in.

Na Chen didn't know what he felt about Anhe. He liked it, didn't like it, was interested, was not interested, or what he wanted to do.

Apart from boredom and anger, for the one who has never even heard your parents say that your parents like you, the definition of feelings is very vague.

Li Fan once said, don’t approach Anhe, this person can’t see clearly or touch thoroughly.

Na Chen stretched his waist and leaned against the chair to stretch his legs. Yes, he could feel Anhe's alienation to him, and even when he saw Anhe's tempting smile, he could still feel the sense of space that Anhe deliberately retained.

But I still feel warm.

The tolerance and calmness that Angel wandered outside his life made him feel warm.

It was precisely this feeling that made him not know what to do, he didn't know what to do, he should get closer, turn around, how to get closer, and how to turn around.

He moved his mouse and clicked on the grey avatar of the dry-fried lentils.

He was stunned for a long time before he typing on the keyboard.

k Death l Down

Angel did not respond. Na Chen waited for a long time before he stood up and left the computer.

It's almost 12 o'clock, and it may be a bit late for people like Angel who can fall asleep at 11 o'clock on the night.

Nachen stood up and moved for a while, went out, drove out along the road leading to the crematorium on the back door.

The wind whistled in my ears, like screaming, or like someone was crying.

At this time, there will be no one on this road. Na Chen slowly increased the accelerator, the engine roared, and the black shadows swept back from his side were connected into pieces, as if they were in a black passage.

At the end of the passage is the gate of the crematorium.

Na Chen rushed back and forth on this road for more than two hours before returning to the parking lot.

When he entered the room, he took off all his clothes, and the warm air slid across his skin, and the cold air in his pores was spit out bit by bit.

Before going to bed, he looked at the computer. The Q was very quiet and Angel did not reply.

The next day he woke up very early. After Uncle Lu went home for the New Year, he brought a three-month-old coyote dog. Perhaps it was not tied up. He ran to his door early in the morning to yell. He did not change his singing style after yelling for half an hour, and insisted on the high-pitched bel canto.

Na Chen got up helplessly, found a bowl, poured half a bowl of milk to the door, and placed it in front of the dog.

The dog came over and smelled it vigilantly, lowered his head and drank it hard. After drinking, he licked his nose and turned around and left with satisfaction.

Na Chen went back to the room and took a toothbrush and towel to wash. When he passed by the computer, he stopped. He didn't turn off the computer. After shaking the mouse, the screen lit up.

The dialog box with the dry-fried lentils is still there, and the avatar of the dry-fried lentils is still gray, and there is only the words I said on it.

After washing up, he came back, sat in front of the computer and spoke in his two words for a long time, and finally typed another sentence.

K. K. L. I feel like I'm not sure if I'm blinking the zinc chapter, the peptide, and the garden is easy to get a grin

Nachen went to the city, visited the supermarket for more than two hours, and bought a lot of vegetables and seasonings. The parking lot was full of pots and pans, and there weren't anything you could ask Mr. Lu to borrow, but he hadn't cooked food seriously for a long time, and he was a little unsure and was thinking about what to do all the way.

When he returned to the parking lot, the avatar of the dry-fried lentils on the computer still did not light up, and he did not reply to the message he sent. Na Chen took out his cell phone, flipped through the phone book, hesitated for a while and put it down again.

After returning to the bed, he slept in a daze for more than an hour. Na Chen got up and washed the vegetables and packed them up, but he still didn't receive Anhe's reply.

Na Chen felt a little indescribable, and sat on the fur carpet with his cell phone and turned around.

He is very familiar with this feeling. Over the years he has been in the past, this feeling of constant expectation and failure is his most familiar experience.

He turned on the phone book, turned it on, and then turned it off, and Anh's name flashed on the screen.

Just send a text message or make a phone call.

But he dared not.

He suddenly began to regret that he wanted to celebrate his birthday with Angel so idiotically.

He turned off the computer, put all the dishes back in the bag and put them away, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

I can't sleep, but I don't want to move.

I lay there until after 11 o'clock in the evening. Na Chen sat up and looked at the clock on his phone.

When the number jumped to 00:00, he threw his phone on the ground and poured it back onto the pillow.
Chapter completed!