Na Chen is going to Li Fan’s house today. Yan Yi changed his job and his new job has developed quite well. He is much better than his previous job, but there is not so much time. There is no time for the band to rehearse and perform.>Yawen_﹎8_w=ww.

Yan Yi planned to quit, but recommended a keyboard to the band. Today I brought it to everyone to see if it fits.

Nachen parked his car at the door of the garage and saw Yan Yi's van parked in the place where he usually parked. There was a pink Harley next to it. The helmet placed on the seat was also pink, and there was also a hellokitty printed on it.

Na Chen got out of the car, and when he passed by the car, he reached out and bounced on his helmet. Who did Yan Yi bring?

When he pulled up the garage rolling gate, the music below stopped, and Li Fan shouted: "Chenchen?"

"Fanfan!" Na Chen also shouted, closed the door, walked down the slope of the garage, and saw a pink synthesizer.

He was stunned for a moment. A long-haired girl standing next to the synthesizer closed her hair with her hands and smiled at him: "hi, my name is Yue Qi, my friend of the first brother, and also a former classmate."

"hi." Na Chen nodded. There were not many girls playing in the band. He had almost seen those few, but he didn't know Yue Qi.

"Yue Qi is my high school classmate. She has never come back since she graduated from college and only came back last month," Yan Yi introduced him, "and her level is much higher than mine."

"You can still sing." Li Fan smiled.

Na Chen pulled Zhang Xiao’s broken chair and sat down. He had no interest in the girl. As long as everyone wanted, he would have no objection.

"Brother Fan, I can't sing, just the voice of a square dance song." Yue Qi said with a smile.

"It's pretty good, our band is called Khafei Square Bird." Na Chen said.

"Ah?" Yue Qi was stunned for a moment, then she started laughing. She laughed for a long time. She was not pretty, but she was quite cheerful.

No one else in the band had any objection. Anyway, they were just a few people who could chat together to play, and they didn't want to achieve anything. Yue Qi was of good quality and had a good personality, and she also came for fun, so Li Fan arranged a song to try it out.

"That new song last time?" Dongzi squatted beside Na Chen with a cigarette in his mouth and patted his legs, "Don't Li Fan say he wants to change it?"

"The song of fly swatter?" Li Fan asked, looking around the faces of several people, "Then it?"

"Have Yan Er been officially fired?" David, who had not spoken, asked with a sad face.

"Damn! I'm so cruel, can I invite you?" Yan Yi shouted.

"It's all for the special invitation," Li Fan clapped his hands, "I will remember to notify you to applaud if there is a performance in the future."

"If Yue Qi comes, Chenchen won't need women's clothing in the future, right? We have a real girl." David said with a smile.

"We," Na Chen stood up and walked to the drum and picked up the hammer and beat it a few times, "You can have a girl band."

Li Fan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "Fuck me."

"I think it's OK. Anyway, we have tried even the girls of Huohuo, so there's nothing we can't try," Dongzi nodded, "I think I'm particularly suitable for Big Waves, Brother Fan..."

"Can you practice singing anymore?" Li Fan interrupted him, "Hurry up, what's the point!"

Yue Qi cooperated well with them, and he didn't know much about the score, but after one night, the song was sorted out. Li Fan squatted on the ground with a pen and changed it: "Let's go here today. It's too late. I'll go back to sleep. I'll go to school and work tomorrow. ﹏＿Yawen﹎bar>w`w-w·.-y=a`"

"Go to school?" Yue Qi was a little surprised, "Who?"

"My Chenchen," Li Fan pointed to Na Chen, "I'm still in school."

"So young," Yue Qi looked at Na Chen. Na Chen raised his hand and compared it to her with no expression on his face. She smiled, "Then let's go and have a break today. Who else is energetic? Do you want to have a drink?"

When I heard about having two drinks, a few people who said they were going to work the day were gone, so I walked out of the garage in high spirits.

"Let's go." Na Chen got into the car and pulled his hat.

"Good car." Yue Qi patted the front of the car.

"Do you want to go around?" Na Chen said enthusiastically, but his tone was very light.

"One other day, go home," Yue Qi waved her hand, "bye."

Na Chen didn't say anything, and started the car and turned around and drove away.

After driving for a while, he parked his car at the intersection, and the road on the left was to the old car park. The straight road in front was to go home. He didn't know where he should drive.

The road on the right is heading to the school, but he basically didn't think about it. His bed in the dormitory couldn't sleep twice in a semester. Everyone in the dormitory had to pile up his bed. He had to make some things first when he went back to the dormitory to sleep.

The yellow lights at the intersection flashed, and the north wind blew away all the fallen leaves and garbage on the ground, and even the people and cars seemed to be blowing away. He stopped at the intersection for a few minutes without a single car.

The empty streets, the dirty snow on both sides of the roads have not yet been cleaned, and the dim street lights.

Na Chen supported his legs on the ground, lowered his head and took out his cell phone.

There was a text message on his phone, which he opened with some expectations, but was not Anh's.

Come here for lunch tomorrow.

He didn't hear Lei Bo's text message when he sent it. He turned off the text message and opened the phone book.

Angel's name is quietly in the first place in the phone book.

His fingers passed the name, and the dial was displayed on the screen, and he quickly hung up again. It was already twelve o'clock and Anh was already asleep.

Although Angel's life seemed dull, it was very regular in his opinion.

Go to work, get off work, watch movies and listen to music, take some preservatives, and then go to the bar with friends on weekends.

In contrast, my life is a bit chaotic, with no fixed timeline and no fixed location.

For example, now, he doesn't even know where he should go.

After stopping at the intersection for almost ten minutes, he drove out along the straight road and had not returned home for several days.

Every time Na Chen went home, he basically only stayed in his own bedroom and kitchen. He rarely stayed in other places in his home. When the lights were turned on, he saw a thin layer of gray on the table in the living room. Yawen﹏bar＿w·w-w·.

He stood in the living room for a while, went into the kitchen and found a piece of cloth, and slowly wiped the tables, chairs and pianos in the living room.

The piano keys made a few low Dingdong sounds, and he stopped and looked at the piano keys.

I haven't been to see my mother for a while, it's been two or three months.

He sat down on the piano bench. He used to go there once every two or three months. Sometimes he missed his mother very much. Even if he was not happy every time, he still wanted to see her very much.

But this time it was a little different. When he thought of his mother, he suddenly became a little scared. He found that he had not thought of his mother for a long time, and when he thought that he should go to see her, he felt a kind of vague resistance.

This scared him.

He squatted down beside the piano, sat down slowly against the piano legs, and closed his eyes.

When he woke up in the morning, Na Chen felt his waist and back were sore. It took him a long time to realize that he sat on the floor and slept all night on the floor with his legs.

When I want to stand up, my legs are a little weak, I feel weak, and my head is a little dizzy.

The breathing light flashed on the phone that was thrown aside. He took it over and took a look and saw a text message.

He rubbed his eyes, and the words on the screen became clear.

The text message was sent by Angel at 6 a.m., just two words, good morning.

He curled the corners of his mouth, good morning uncle.

I could oversleep while sitting on the floor. When Na Chen was washing up, he looked at the time, but fortunately there was no class in the first session.

Although Na Chen was not interested in what he learned, he usually did not miss classes. Every time he went to class, he would sit honestly in the classroom.

He studied funeral technology and management, and there were basically no girls. There were several girls in the anti-corrosion and plastic surgery major. It is said that he is more courageous than boys, but when he graduated, he didn't know how many jobs he could choose to match his major.

Na Chen didn't think much about his future work. It would be nice to go to the crematorium, so he didn't care.

He applied for this major only because of his father. When he saw the angry expression on the face of the man who kept him living in pain, he felt refreshed and wanted to laugh.

"You can only rely on such a major to find employment." Dad finally said this.

He still laughed and said nothing.

At that time, he had made up his mind that even such a professionalism would be done well, and prove it to his father that no matter what it is, as long as he is willing to do it, he can do it well.

But this opportunity will never come again.

Na Chen was lying on the table with his eyes closed, his nose a little sore.

He resisted again and again, trying to prove it again and again, and was ignored again and again, and finally completely lost the opportunity.

How many opportunities does he have to prove that he is not someone who is not needed?

To whom to prove it?

Who will give him a chance?

My phone shocked, and Anhe sent him a text message, "I will make an appointment with my friend tomorrow to boil at night, are you here?"

OK. Na Chen replied to the text message quickly.

Could this person be Angel?

After class at noon, he slowly shook his bag with his car. There was no class in the afternoon, so he decided to go to Leibo for dinner.

When they arrived at the school gate, their class monitor kept shaking at him on the side of the road with a rag. He parked the car in front of the class monitor and asked, "How much?"

"What's the price?" The squad leader was stunned.

Na Chen took the rag in his hand and waved it: "This master comes in and sit down... don't you mean that?"

"I'm convinced you," the class monitor snatched the rags back and said with a smile, "This month I learned from Lei Feng, and the class committee decided to go to the nursing home to help clean the cleaning and ask everyone for their opinions."

"Career Home?" Na Chen sighed, "Grandpas and grandmas will be scared to death by us."

"How is that possible?"
To be continued...