The surroundings were very quiet, and I could only hear the breathing of two people in the carriage.﹏＿Yawen﹎bar>w`w-w·.-y=a`

Angel was lying behind the seat of the car, Na Chen was still pressing on his back, gently slashing his waist with his fingers, and breathing itchyly across his neck.

"Uncle An," Na Chen licked his earlobe, "Does it feel good?"

"Can you get up first?" Anhe sighed and moved his arm, "I'm about to be squeezed out by you."

"I don't want to move." Na Chen rubbed his back and then lay down and stopped moving.

"Then can we lift our pants first?" Anhe was helpless. "Although it has become warmer, the little night wind is so cold. Besides, someone will pass by... Both of us stick out our butts and the car door is too conspicuous."

Na Chen slapped on his back and smiled for a long time, slowly straightened up, pulled his pants up, and lowered his head to tidy up his pants: "There is no mood at all. I have to comfort you after I finish it, pulling the gun and leaving is not my style."

"...Thank you," Angel said while tying her buttons, "I will comfort you well after I collect the account, little daisy."

"Where to go?" After packing up, Na Chen jumped into the driver's seat and asked Angel in the steering wheel.

"You drive?" Anhe walked around the passenger seat and got into the car. "Go back to sleep. It's not a weekend. I'll be at work tomorrow."

"I'll go to your place? I'll take a night and go to the funeral home closer from you." Na Chen started the car.

"Well," Angel touched his face, "Where are you internship now?"

Na Chen nodded: "Help do chores, learn while internship, there are many rules."

"Can you adapt? Are you afraid?" Anhe saw that Chen wearing black clothes and holding a black umbrella, which was quite handsome.

"What are you afraid of? I'm on duty alone at night, twenty meters away from the morgue," Na Chen smiled. "There are girls who are beautifying the body next door, so they are afraid of it."

"Then..." When talking about this, Angel glanced at him, but still couldn't say anything.

"Your grandpa will sort it out, they are very careful, don't worry." Na Chen turned the car onto the Fourth Ring Road.

Anhe smiled and leaned against the car window and looked at Na Chen's side face with the light of the street light. He hadn't seen him for several months. I wonder if it was because of the working environment, Na Chen seemed to have become much more calm.

However, calmness probably depends on the occasion. Once you return to Anhe, Nachen's calmness disappeared.

First, I jumped back and forth on the sofa for a few rounds, then ran into the bedroom and rolled on the bed for a few laps, and finally ran into the kitchen.

When Anhe changed his clothes and came out of the bedroom, Nachen held a pot station and laughed at him in the kitchen: "Uncle An, is this a testimony to your rapid development in cooking?"

"What's wrong? The pot didn't have time to wash it. If you have too much energy, you will be exhausted and wash it for me." Anh poured a cup of hot water and took a sip.

"You can throw it away? You've been baited at least three times," Na Chen poked the black bottom of the pot, "You can't even brush it off."

Anhe sighed: "I want to fry some shredded potatoes, so I slim three potatoes and put them in. When it comes out of the pot, there is probably only one left."

"It can be so baked if you fry a shredded potato," Na Chen put the pot aside, "Besides, the shredded potatoes cannot be shaved, you have to cut..."

"Let's pull it down quickly. I've been digging for half an hour. If I want to cut it, I don't have to sleep anymore," Anh went into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower. "What should I eat tomorrow morning?"

"Eat me. Yawen 8w·w=w·.="Na Chen patted his crotch without thinking.

"Damn." Anhe closed the bathroom door, and Nachen leaned against the door outside for a long time.

Angel didn't take a bath today, so he rushed back to the house. He lay on the bed and took his cell phone to call his mother. He thought about it and hung up again, and sent a text message.

My mother replied two words and went to bed.

Angel put the phone aside and looked at the lights on the ceiling with his arm.

He would stare at the lights like this for a while before going to bed every night, and he would not think of anything in his mind, just stand up simply.

My mind is very full today, but this feeling of fullness makes him feel comfortable, and his whole body is filled with relaxed softness.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Na Chen came in with a bath towel around his waist and his wet hair.

With beautiful body lines and faces with water droplets hanging on it, Anhe likes to look at Nachen like this. He clapped his hands and lay on the bed to Nachen with his arms open: "Come and let the uncle hug you."

Na Chen plucked the hair on his forehead back, stared at him for a few seconds, suddenly pulled off the bath towel from his waist, jumped over with two steps bare body.

Before Anhe could dodge, he had already jumped up and rushed to Anhe, kissed Anhe loudly on the face, and shouted: "Uncle!"

"Go down!" Anhe roared with a breath, "Do you believe it or not!"

Na Chen smiled and slid down from him and got into the quilt. He reached out to hug him and touched his stomach: "You said that you usually look pretty good at a teacher, how could you always say such disgusting words?"

"See who is right," Anhe reached out and turned off the light, put his legs on Nachen's legs, "Don't you blow your hair dry? You're having a cold."

"It's okay, once in a while, I'm too lazy to move," Na Chen hugged him tightly, "I want to be next to you now."

"Go to sleep, good night." Angel pinched his hand.

"Good night," Na Chen put his chin on his shoulder and closed his eyes, "Good night."

After sleeping very hard, Anhe's biological clock failed. Na Chen pulled his arm and pulled him on the bed. Then he opened his eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"Six-thirty," Na Chen pulled open his wardrobe, "What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

"It's all the same, just have a shirt." Anhe stretched out and got out of bed, walked two steps to the bedroom door and retreated. He pinched Nachen's chin and kissed his nose, then turned around to wash up.

"Send me to the bus station later." Na Chen said to the bathroom door.

"Well," Anhe brushed his teeth and said vaguely, "Are you driving your three-wheeled work now?"

"No." Na Chen shook his head.

"Then you have been taking the bus?" Anhe asked again, "Anhe's house is not close to the funeral home, and it will take an hour to take the bus without traffic jams. Ya﹍Wen﹎8_﹎w=w`w·.

"I bought a battery," Na Chen snapped his fingers, "low-carbon and environmentally friendly."

Angel was stunned for a moment, and for a while, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to replace the Bombardier of Chen with a small battery. He just wanted to laugh: "I'll take a look when I drive it."

"Okay, I can take you for a walk."

"I'll just look at it. We're almost 300 pounds and I'm afraid that the little wheel will not be able to withstand that thing."

Angel sat at the table and waited for Nachen to serve him breakfast. It was the first time in months that he was so calm and sat waiting for food. It felt wonderful.

"I'm getting up late today," Na Chen brought the breakfast out and put it on the table. "You only have potatoes in the refrigerator, just eat it."

A plate of shredded potatoes, a pot of minced meat porridge, and steamed buns, looked quite simple, but Anhe became hungry as soon as he smelled it.

This is the difference between the chef's level and the chef...

Anhe swept three bowls of porridge and two steamed buns, and finally he had to dip all the soup on the shredded potato plate with steamed buns.

"When you come back in the afternoon, you can go to the supermarket to buy flour. I come to make pancakes for you after get off work. You need low-gluten flour. You tell the supermarket that you can make pancakes." Na Chen quickly cleaned up the dishes and told him while putting on his coat.

"Well, what else do you want?" Anhe nodded, and in an instant he felt like "living a life".

"Fine sugar, if you want to eat something with filling, buy stuffing, mung beans, red beans, coconut paste, look at it yourself," Na Chen whistled, "I'll let you see what a pancake is."

Anhe smiled and opened the door and walked out. Nachen followed him and suddenly lowered his voice when he entered the elevator: "Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Well, what?" Angel pressed the elevator button.

"I'll go to the Fifth Courtyard to see my mother tomorrow," Na Chen looked at the elevator door, "Are you... going?"

"Okay, what time?" Anhe remembered that when he accompanied Nachen to the fifth courtyard last time, Nachen seemed to be unwilling to let him see his mother.

"It's okay at what time in the morning, I'll pick you up?" Na Chen looked very happy.

Angel smiled and looked at him with his arms in his arms: "It's so fake. Will you go back after you make pancakes tonight?"

"I won't leave if I beat you to death," Na Chen laughed and patted him on the shoulder hard, "Mr. An, you really understand me."

Today, Anhe only had one class. He sat in the office drinking tea and listened to his colleagues chatting. After not having a long time of chatting, Teacher Yang, who had not been involved, suddenly turned his face and said to him: "Teacher An doesn't have a girlfriend yet, right?"

Anhe didn't expect that Teacher Yang, who has always been serious and always thought that he and his students were too casual, would suddenly ask him this question, and he was stunned before answering: "...No."

"You are not young anymore, are you twenty-eight or twenty-nine?" Teacher Yang looked at him, "My neighbor's daughter has just graduated from graduate school..."

Angel looked at her, not sure what Teacher Yang said. Seeing Cheng Yu standing behind Teacher Yang, he kept waving his hands at him, he quickly interrupted Teacher Yang: "I'm not in a hurry, thank you, I... I'll wait for two years before I say it."

Teacher Yang wanted to say something, but the preparatory bell rang, and she stood up: "Oh, I'll go to class first."

Seeing her walk out of the office, Anhe breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Cheng Yu: "Why is Teacher Yang suddenly so enthusiastic?"

"Don't mention it, just her neighbor, the girl, has introduced all the unmarried male teachers in our school," Cheng Yu whispered, "At the beginning, she introduced Zheng and others to the new math group. A new teacher must give you face. When I went to see her, I ran away in half an hour. The girl spoke in quantum physics and gave him a half an hour class very seriously... Oh, Angel, what kind of thing do you like, I will give you a few of my classmates?"

"Please spare me," Anhe was a little overwhelmed and quickly changed the subject. "If you want me, I will first try to break up with you among my classmates. Are you 27?"

"Can you chat? Alas..." Cheng Yu sighed in a long voice, turned around and began to complain to other colleagues that classmates and children could even quit Mulan. She was not yet settled.

Angel escaped from the office with a cup in his arms and went to the consultation room on the fifth floor.

I was quite idle today, with few classes, and no students came to the consultation room to remove garbage in the afternoon. I only came in the last class, and when I entered the house, I closed the door, I touched a cigarette and lit it.

"Hey!" Anhe slapped him in the hand, "You are so ignorant, are you smoking here to hide from me?"

"I'm heartbroken! Mr. An, do you have some sympathy?" * shouted with rubbing hands.

"Love-breaking? Who do you fall in love with? You will be broken..." Anhe took down the cigarette in his hand and pressed it to extinguish it.

"Xu Jingyao officially rejected me, saying that I was shameless and majestic," * sat on the sofa with a sad face, "Mr. An, do you think I am particularly miserable?"

"She was right, you were shameless," Angel held back his smile, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's so uncomfortable! Why don't it feel uncomfortable! I dare to smoke in front of you and say I feel uncomfortable!" * frowned.

"You're addicted to smoking," Anh poured the cup and handed it to him. "At most you think that according to the development rules in the movie, the hero should smoke a night of cigarettes and then break his heart into a hundred pieces..."

"Mr. An," * made him laugh, "Why are you doing this?"
To be continued...