This sentence is not the first time Na Chen said to him, but at such a distance, such an occasion, this unexpected suddenness, the gentle and hoarse voice when he said this sentence to Na Chen still made An He's hand shake hard. Yawen 8﹏﹍

"Damn!" Angel's car crashed directly into the turn billboard.

The Chen, who was biting him tightly behind him, rushed over at this moment, and rushed to the line a few seconds later.

"How is it?" Na Chen let go of the handlebars and sat in the car and smiled at him.

"What a big move," Angel looked at Na Chen on the screen with a little helplessness, which was nearly one minute faster than him, "I'm scared to death."

"You have to use this ultimate move first," Na Chen got out of the car, stood in front of him, and was still laughing, "I probably won't win no matter what I play this night."

"It seems like you are so powerful," Angel laughed, and got out and gave the car to the little boy who had been staring at them. "If I don't use my ultimate move, you can't win anything."

"Really?" Na Chen hugged his arms and squinted his eyes.

"Come on, go first?" Anhe glanced at the side and lowered his voice, "Everyone is looking at us."

Na Chen smiled and followed him to the claw machine next to him. The few people watching the car before turned their heads and looked at them.

"What else do you want to play?" Angel threw the coins in his hand.

"You can't play," Na Chen snapped his fingers and turned around, "You can't catch up if you practice for ten years."

"Is that?" Angel was stunned.

"Yes," Na Chen waved his hand and pointed forward, "Beat the drum."

Angel was happy: "Want to play?"

"Well, don't you want to see what I'm doing normally," Na Chen walked towards the drum machine, "Let you make do with it first."

It is actually not difficult to set up a drum machine, but not many people usually play, because you can play well after practicing for a few days with one star or two stars. However, this thing is like a dancing blanket, so it is not easy to play beautifully.

"This is still a real electric drum." Na Chen walked over and looked at it and whispered.

"How about the drum?" Angel asked with a smile on his face.

"Not really, Roland's low-end model," Na Chen sat down, picked up the drum hammer and threw it gently. The drum hammer turned around and fell back into his hand. He beat a series of rhythms on the drum casually, "This drum hammer is not very good either."

"What configuration do you want for a game..." Anhe smiled. Nachen's several movements that quickly attracted the attention of several people around him. Someone came over and Anhe lowered his voice, "Don't embarrass you."

"Change me a simple one and let me see how I play it." Na Chen whispered, turning his head to look at a few onlookers.

Angel threw coins and tuned him the simplest one-star song.

"Do you play for one star?" someone said behind him, seemingly a little disappointed.

After the song started, Na Chen was stunned at the screen with a drum hammer and didn't hit it. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Anhe: "Isn't this a band? So stupid?"

"You..." Angel sighed, "What do you think?"

"I thought there was a drum score, but it wouldn't be like this. ﹎Yawen_bar>w=w-w`.-y-a-w·en8" Na Chen twitched and tapped a few times with the rhythm. It was obviously more complicated than the one on the screen and was quite nice.

Angel was about to say, "How about you knock it casually, someone watching behind him came over: "Damn, professional, right? You can show your excellence."

The man pointed to the screen again: "You can change the drum score mode."

Angel had never played this before, so he poked it a few times according to the man's instructions, and the screen changed to a stave, but he couldn't understand the symbol xxoo on it: "Is this?"

"Well," Na Chen looked at it, nodded, "It's so simplified."

One-star songs were not difficult for Na Chen. From the moment the drum hammer fell, he suddenly changed.

Angel was a little amazed that no matter what kind of drum Na Chen was facing under any circumstances, he could sink into the rhythm after the start.

When the song ended, there were many people around them, and two little girls holding their cell phones to take pictures.

"Come on an expert level." Someone said.

"What is the expert?" Na Chen asked Angel.

"I don't know, why don't you try it?" Anhe likes to watch Na Chen play the drum, even when facing a gaming console.

"Yes." Na Chen smiled.

Anhe couldn't hear any difference in the expert-level song, but he felt that the drum score was more complicated and had more variety.

When the music started, Na Chen took a look at the score, lowered his head and raised his hand, the drum hammer fell, and the strong drum beats sounded, and a few bars passed, and someone around him applauded.

Nachen's expression did not change much, and Anhe was a little unsure whether he had heard someone applauding.

This was the first time he saw Na Chen playing the drum so close. Na Chen's body swayed gently with the music. Every movement was filled with rhythm and dynamic, and the smooth drum beats jumped out from under him.

handsome.

Anhe hesitated for a moment and took out his cell phone from his pocket, clicked on the video and started recording at Na Chen.

At the end of the song, Anhe saw Na Chen turn his face from the camera of his phone, pressing his fingers gently on his lips, and throwing a kiss to him.

Angel's phone almost fell to the ground, and there were at least twenty people around him. This action was a high-definition close-up in the eyes of the onlookers.

He quickly turned around and squeezed out the crowd, and Na Chen threw down the drum hammer and followed him out.

Someone chased after him with disappointment: "Master, are you not playing now?"

"I won't play anymore," Na Chen said with a smile, "I can't find any feeling."

Angel kept burying his head and walked out of the video game city. Na Chen came over and pulled his arm: "Are you angry?"

"No," Angel touched her face, "and she was so burning."

"I didn't mean it," Na Chen stared at his face, as if he wanted to make sure whether his words were true or not, "Are you unhappy?"

"No..." Angel took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, paused and added, "You definitely did it on purpose."

"It's really not!" Na Chen smiled, took the cigarette in his hand and took a sip of it, "and he accidentally revealed his true feelings."

"Slut," Angel turned his head and looked into the video game city, "What else do you want to play?"

"Stop playing, why don't we find a place to eat," Na Chen touched his stomach, "I'm a little hungry, eat..."

"I'm not hungry," Angel quickly answered him, "I'm not hungry at all, I don't feel anything at all, the burger is still swaying to my throat. Yawen>8"

"You take revenge, right? Wouldn't you just let me eat a hamburger first?" Na Chen smiled and said, "Do you still look like an adult like this?"

"Then eat hamburgers, I'll buy them for you." Angel glanced at him, raised his foot and walked towards the hamburger shop across the street.

"Forget it," Na Chen hurriedly chased after him and hugged his shoulder from behind, "Let's go for a walk first, I'm not hungry."

Angel took his arm, and the two of them walked forward one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, without a destination, so they chatted and swayed.

"If I was really idle before, I would drive around the city from the second to fourth ring roads," Na Chen put his chin on Anhe's shoulder. "Many properties were built with me as I looked at it."

Anhe smiled. He had never seen Na Chen like when he was driving around the ring road, but he could understand that maybe he and Na Chen had felt the same loneliness and boredom that could not be avoided at the same time. Countless nights after dinner, countless weekends when he couldn't cheer up, while Na Chen was driving around the streets, he might be soaked in the bathtub or nestled in the sofa.

"In the future, when we are bored, we can go out for a walk, drive around together, watch TV on the sofa together, and soak in the bathtub together..." Angel smiled halfway through the words, yes, the same thing, as long as there are more people doing it together, it will be completely different.

Of course, this person must be the right person.

He once felt that there would be no such person, and he once felt that even if there was such a person, he would not be able to wait.

But the old man still came, and he couldn't even hide.

When passing by a Thai restaurant, Angel stopped and said, “Would you like to eat?”

"Aren't you still having a burger in your throat?" Na Chen let go of him and asked with a smile.

"I slid down after a while," Anhe walked into the hotel. "By the way, take a look, learn a few tricks to see if I can get me some Tom Yum Soup and Pineapple Rice next time."

"Why is my life so hard?" Na Chen sighed, "I have to think about the recipe for a meal."

"Let's take turns, you can make a meal, I will do the next meal, and you will...

"Can I live your next meal until you make it for you?" Na Chen frowned, "You just look at your hard-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-be-to-get-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-

"Make sure you can live." Angel patted his shoulder.

In fact, Angel is not particularly acceptable to the taste of Thai food, but the strange smell of sour, spicy, and creamy, always makes him feel very enjoyable.

Na Chen ate very seriously and picked out the ingredients in the soup from time to time to time to take a look.

Halfway through the meal, Anhe's cell phone rang. He answered the phone and it was his second aunt who called.

Tomorrow is the time for grandpa to cremate. He probably wanted to ask his second aunt about his mother, but before he could speak, the second aunt said directly: "Let your mother not go tomorrow."

"Hmm?" Angel was stunned.

"I don't care when I'm alive, and I don't need to join in the fun when I die." Aunt Er's tone was very cold. "There are no names of your family on the stele. Anyway, I'm divorced and I don't have any contact with the old man. I don't know what the meaning of writing on the stele is."

Angel's hands were a little numb. He supported his elbow on the table, holding the phone and didn't know what to say.

After the second aunt hung up the phone, he was stunned at the food on the table.

I had already adjusted so that I could stop thinking about certain things, but my second aunt almost brought him back to her original form.

Yes, they have divorced and people have left, and they usually live their own lives.

I have long lost the meaning of home.

Now there is no name on my grandfather's monument.

Daughter, son-in-law, grandson.

This was originally a clear relationship between his family, but now it has disbanded.
To be continued...