Someone knocked on the door of the private room. After Lei Bo snorted, the door was pushed open and a man leaned in half: "Brother Lei, I'm driving over the car..."

Perhaps seeing Lei Bo’s face was not very good-looking, he disappeared halfway through his words, and quickly withdrew and closed the door.>﹍Ya﹏Wenbaw-w·w`.-y=a`w-e·n8

This man is named Ge Jian, four years older than Na Chen. Although Na Chen felt that he had an average relationship with him, they had known each other for a long time. Because of Ge Jian, Na Chen met Lei Bo.

During that summer vacation, on the second summer vacation of his junior high school, his mother was sent to the fifth hospital for the second year.

For Na Chen, the relationship with Lei Bo is difficult to define.

The house suddenly became empty. He was always afraid of being alone with his mother, but he also strongly wanted to stay in a place with his mother. After his mother went to the fifth yard, he began to be unwilling to go home.

Ge Jian and a group of people who are always idle, take him around every day, trying every means to make him pay for food, clothes, and cigarettes.

Nachen can control a lot of pocket money. The only contact between his father and he was to give him money every month. He didn't ask where the money was used or how much he had. He threw him a regular envelope every month.

How did this money be spent? Chen couldn't remember clearly. He didn't care whether Ge Jian was with him just to spend money. He didn't care. He just needed someone to stay with him.

The first time he saw Lei Bo was through Ge Jian.

"Brother Lei wants to know you." Ge Jian said, his expression on his face was not very natural, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were also falling in the distance.

Na Chen refused, Lei Bo made him feel uncomfortable, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

But a few months later, he still sat in Lei Bo's car.

He rarely fights. When Ge Jian took him out to fight, he usually just stood far away, and would only go up to help when Ge Jian and the others couldn't stand it.

But that time was different. It was not a gangster I could meet from time to time on the street, nor a student who skipped school. Ge Jian was beaten on the river beach next to the bridge pier and couldn't get up, his face was covered in blood.

When Na Chen picked up a stone, Ge Jian shouted, "Run!"

Just for this sentence, Na Chen rushed towards the people who were pressing Ge Jian with a stone. The feeling of the stone hitting the bone was not very wonderful, which made his hands numb.

Things happened afterwards were very chaotic, and he could not remember them clearly. There were only the weeds and stones that were shaking their heads in front of him, and the dull pain when his face was hit hard on the pile of rocks.

Then came fear.

He was pressed into the river, and the cold water poured into his ears, nose, mouth, and into his body. The chill and suffocation that once made him extremely desperate came again. He could not breathe, and there was water mixed with the mud at the bottom of the river.

"Right hand is right?" someone said.

The sound was not clear, but in the chaotic waves he could see the shoes and the sharp axe blade on his right arm.

Lei Bo's car drove to the bridge, and the horn was pressed and it was not released.

Did Ge Jian call Lei Bo before being forced under the bridge, or did he get out of the siege and run away after he was besieged, but he only knew that when Ge Jian, covered in blood, pulled him ashore from the water, the horn of Lei Bo's car was still ringing.

He lay on the river beach and stared at the sky. The pain and breathless feeling made him unable to move, his stomach curled up, and he was stirring hard.

Finally, he only spit out a mouthful of mud water with broken grass chips.

He called Lei Bo brother, but apart from this title, he didn't know how to define Lei Bo.>Yawen_﹎8_w=ww.

Lei Bo treats him very well. He saved him and took him to dinner. He gave him New Year's money by his temperament. In those years, Lei Bo dealt with him in all kinds of troubles.

That's right, if Lei Bo did not have Lei Bo, he might be like now, where he is, whether he is dead or alive.

He is not stupid. He knows a little about Lei Bo's thoughts, but the feeling of being valued and accommodated has kept him in a relationship with Lei Bo.

"Let's go." Lei Bo stood up and said, holding his coat.

Na Chen didn't say anything, drank the last sip of wine left in his cup, stood up and followed Lei Bo out of the box.

Ge Jian was making a phone call outside the private room door. When he saw Lei Bo coming out, he hung up the phone and followed Lei Bo, and lowered his voice: "Brother Lei, I called a few good kids over..."

Lei Bo glanced at him without saying a word.

"Brother Lei, why bother with him?" Ge Jian turned around and looked at Na Chen, "his virtue is not the first day."

"You're talking a lot of nonsense." Lei Bo said.

Ge Jian shut up.

The driver had already driven the car to the entrance of the hotel.

Ge Jian opened the car door. After Lei Bo got in the car, he went around to the other side and prepared to open the door for Na Chen.

Na Chen slapped his hand that reached towards the car door and got into the car.

He didn't say anything and sat on the passenger seat.

Although Nachen played with the band people all day long, they basically didn’t go to karaoke.

Every time he comes to karaoke, he always comes with Lei Bo.

Lei Bo sang well and had to yell a few times every time he sang K-song, especially liked to sing duets with Na Chen.

Today he called his business friends. Lei Bo never mentioned Na Chen's specific business, and Na Chen had never asked him about it. Anyway, it was not a gallery business.

After entering the private room, I found a corner to nest, listening to Lei Bo and the group of people telling each other what they had been doing recently.

"Give me some bangs and cut woodcutters!" Lei Bo shouted.

Everyone in the box laughed, and someone said, "Mr. Lei has become more and more romantic recently."

"Na Chen." Lei Bo looked at Na Chen and shouted again.

Na Chen took the microphone handed over by Ge Jian: "I sing a male voice."

"Okay, Brother Liu." Lei Bo was happy.

When the music started, Lei Bo pinched his throat and started singing: "I'm going to compare Brother Hai here..."

Na Chen smiled and kicked his feet on the coffee table: "Sister Hu!"

"Oh!" Lei Bo shouted.

"My wife!"

"ah!"

"Who do you compare me to?" Na Chen laughed so hard that his voice trembled when he sang this sentence.

"I'm not worse than the Cowherd!" Lei Bo pinched his throat.

"You are a cowherd," Na Chen said to the microphone, "I won't sing."

"Then I'll do it," Lei Bo stood up and yelled at the screen, the male and female voices were free to change, "Then I can't compare to Luo... You have Doro more than him..."

After singing, the group of people plucked their hands for a while.

Na Chen went over and ordered the easy-to-understand "On the Kings Mountain in Beijing". After singing, he completed the task and hurried in the corner of the sofa and closed his eyes.

They sing for about two hours. The group of people came with them, and they had their own activities. This time was enough for him to take a nap.＿＿＿Yawenba﹏w=w-w`.

Lei Bo also has other activities, so Ge ​​Jian will arrange it for him and he can hold on until the end.

Lei Bo has never acted too much towards him for so many years, except that he occasionally makes Lei Bo angry and pulls his arms and collar, and his fingers have never touched him.

Sometimes he is a little confused. Is Lei Bo a m?

Na Chen didn't know how long he had slept. He tossed and turned in the quiet bed for several hours and might not be able to fall asleep. He stayed in the sofa in the KTV box but fell asleep within a few minutes.

It was not until someone shook his shoulder that he opened his eyes and saw Ge Jian standing in front of him. Everyone in the private room stood up, and it seemed that he was about to part.

"It's gone?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ge Jian nodded, "Brother Lei said he would send you back first and then come to pick him up."

"No," Na Chen stood up and rubbed his face and put on his coat. He didn't see Lei Bo in the box. He opened the door of the box and walked out, "I'll take a taxi back."

"Ge Jian gives you a look." Lei Bo stood outside the door.

"No need to say it!" Na Chen frowned, "Let me stay alone."

Lei Bo stared at him with a cigarette in his mouth for a long time before waved his hand and spit out a word: "Fuck."

When Na Chen drove back to the parking lot, it was already past twelve o'clock. Uncle Lu's little coyote dog grabbed the iron chain and barked at him.

"Stop calling!" Na Chen pointed at it, "I'll stew you tomorrow!"

The dog hummed twice and continued to whimper with its tail.

Na Chen also screamed at it twice. It was stunned in confusion. After coming to his senses, it seemed to be provoked. It screamed so hard that both of its front paws were off the ground, with its chains tensed.

Na Chen was afraid that if the trouble would continue, Mr. Lu would get up, so he drove into the parking lot. The dog was yelling in the direction where he disappeared for a long time before he lay down and went to bed.

I had been sleeping for more than two hours before, but now Na Chen is not sleepy at all. He has cleaned up both cars and combed all the fluff with a brush. Then he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

After closing his eyes for a while, he sat up again, took a notebook and wrote down the dishes he would cook tomorrow, and planned what he wanted to buy for a while. He hadn't cooked seriously for a long time and was a little worried about getting the reward.

However, Angel's taste of eating instant noodles for a long time should not be able to taste anything.

"Look at how powerful I am!" Na Chen lay down on the pillow, rubbed his hands, and said to the ceiling.

Angel woke up earlier than usual in the morning, and school will start tomorrow, and his biological clock is slowly returning to normal rhythm.

He took a shower, poured out the secret bacon porridge he had made last night, and sat at the table to eat it. The method Na Chen taught him was really convenient and easy to save trouble. He could still eat hot porridge in the morning.

Should he go home and teach this to his mother and then buy her a thermos?

After dinner, he sat in front of the computer and opened the courseware to use for the next semester. This winter vacation was as boring as ever, but he was even more tired than playing for a winter vacation. He could not get excited even if he stared at the courseware for a long time.

In fact, he has passed many such holidays, but no time has he been able to make him unable to adjust his condition even if he is about to start school.
To be continued...