"Are you teasing me?" Na Chen's voice became even lower, revealing depression. "How long have you saved and how much have you saved? You get angry after you are happy. Is this still happy..."

Angel looked up at the dark night sky. There were no pedestrians on the road. There were cars passing by occasionally passing through the empty streets. Looking at Na Chen's frown, he sighed softly, walked back to Na Chen, and reached out to take the piggy bank.

"What do you like to call you?" Angel asked, looking at the piggy bank in his hand.

Na Chen glanced at him blankly: "What?"

"That Chen? Little Chenchen?" Anhe continued to ask.

"I don't know." Na Chen replied.

"Xiao Chenchen, who called you that?" Anhe put the piggy bank back into his hand and continued to ask.

Na Chen was silent for a while: "My mother."

"Do you like her calling you that?"

"...I don't know," Na Chen didn't understand Anhe's question, but he still answered, "I just think of her."

"When did your mother get sick?" Angel patted his arm and turned around and walked forward.

Na Chen hesitated for a moment and followed him: "When I was in elementary school, I was in the fourth grade, I can't remember it."

"Do you remember you after your mother is sick? I mean, does she know you have grown up? It's not eight or ten years old, but twenty years old." Angel's voice was very soft and his speech was very slow.

Na Chen glanced at him. He didn't know why Anhe asked this. He had never thought about it before, but the details of being asked suddenly made him feel uncomfortable.

"I don't remember it when it occurs, but I probably know it when I wake up occasionally." Na Chen's answer was a little difficult.

Angel didn't speak.

The name Na Chen's mother called Na Chen in her long-standing elementary school period made Na Chen still hold on to it.

Angel didn't know what kind of feelings he had for his mother, attachment, desire, or fear, or confusion, and these things, together with this title, trapped him in those days.

Welcome to Xiao Chenchen’s secret base.

Welcome to Xiao Chenchen's home.

"Na Chen," Anhe stopped and took the piggy bank from Na Chen's hand, "Happy birthday."

Na Chen was stunned: "Thank you."

Angel put the piggy bank back in his hand: "Happy birthday, Big Seven."

"Thank you." Na Chen smiled.

"Don't you want to go back?" Angel looked at him.

"Um."

"Want to go to me?"

"Um."

"Speak with me, you have to say something," Angel turned around and stood face to face with him. "Anher, I don't want to go home. Can I go to your place for a while?"

Na Chen frowned and hesitated for a moment: "Anhe, I don't want to go home. Can I... go to your place for a while?"

"This is not a matter of ending," Angel smiled, "Let's go."

Walking back to Anhe, neither of them spoke again. Anhe's whole body was blown freeze because of the coldness, and his upper and lower teeth were stuck together, and his upper and lower teeth were inseparable. Na Chen couldn't tell whether he was cold or not. Anhe only felt that he was a little distracted.

It was not until he walked out of the elevator and took out the key to open the door that Anhe felt a little warmer. He pushed open the door, and the lights on all the rooms in the room made him feel at ease: "It's a bit messy if I don't clean up."

"Are you afraid of the darkness?" Na Chen entered the room and stood in the hall and looked around.

"No, you sit down." Anhe entered the kitchen, walked around and came out again. He wanted to find some drinks to entertain Nachen, but found that there was nothing but Liangbaikai. He had to take a cup and ask Nachen, "Drink water?"

"Is there any milk?" Na Chen asked casually.

"No." Angel raised his cup.

"beer?"

"No."

"coffee?"

"No."

"What's that?" Na Chen sat on the sofa and leaned on him.

"Water," Anh pointed to the cold water kettle, "and it's cold water."

Na Chen looked at him and laughed: "How did you live this life?"

"Or..." Anhe suddenly remembered that there were many ingredients to buy fruit tea last time, "Do you make fruit tea? I have the ingredients here."

Anhe put all the ingredients of fruit tea on the table and looked at Na Chen: "Is it?"

"Qi," Na Chen held the table and looked at it for a long time, and finally raised his head slowly, a smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth, "Anhe, do you miss me?"

"Cook or not?" Anh pointed at the ingredients.

"Cook," Na Chen nodded with a smile, walked towards the kitchen, "Take it over."

Anhe stood beside Nachen. This was the first time in the kitchen that someone had used his knives and glass bowls that he had not used ten times before.

When the mangoes of different sizes under the Anhe sword came out of Nachen's hands, they turned into beautiful and neat little Ding, looking very cute.

"Put it in the pot." Na Chen directed him.

Angel washed his hands, picked up all the mango dice and put them in the pot: "That's enough? I played it two times in the past."

Na Chen looked at his hand: "Teacher An, your hands are so beautiful."

"Thank you," Angel also looked at his hands, "and all said so."

Na Chen smiled: "Can you play the piano?"

"Can you play the little star?" Anhe put the mango dick into the pot and put his fingers in his mouth and licked it.

Na Chen didn't say anything, staring at him, with an indescribable light in his eyes.

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

"Don't seduce me," Na Chen grabbed his hand and pulled it in front of him, lowered his head and took his fingers in his mouth. The tip of his tongue circled around his fingertips, and then took a light bite, "I'm going to heat."

The soft tongue that slid across the fingertips made Anhe's calm breathing tighten, and his heart felt warm as if it was wrapped in something fluffy.
Chapter completed!