Uncertain age difference

46

Lu Chen thought so swearingly in his heart.

His subjective consciousness is not evil, but people will have dreams if they can't stand it.

Especially after staying up all night, the dreams are always upside down and messy.

The next day when the little uncle woke up, he found that he had been hugged by a tall man.

Don't even think about it.

It can only be the person who shares his bed with him.

Lu Chen looked gentle on the surface, but his figure was quite tall, and his muscles were well-trained. Half of him was pressed on him, and every breath was sprayed on his shoulders, and the sound of his rising and falling breathing was straight. Drill into the little uncle's ear.

How could my little uncle have such experience, his face turned dark immediately, and he froze.

Somehow, he knew that this person was sleeping in chaos, but he suppressed his temper for the time being, stretched out his hand and pushed him dryly, calling his name: "Lu Chen, wake up."

Lu Chen is still in a dream.

Ning Huang simply ignored this person, struggling to get up.

Unexpectedly, the hug was tighter, Lu Chen leaned closer to him, and murmured coquettishly for a while: "Little uncle, don't move, let me do it for a while..."

The gibberish in the morning was still hoarse, it was almost close to his ear, and it was connected with the heat, and got into his ear together.

Ning Huang was already quite sensitive to sounds, but this one sounded like an electric shock. It went down the earlobe and reached the pinna, and his whole body went numb.

What are you doing?What for a while?

What is this man dreaming about? !

"Lu Chen, you..."

Just wanted to speak.

The fluffy head was buried in the hollow of his neck, and delicate and lingering kisses fell.

Like sparks falling on the fluffy grassland.

Burned his whole body all the way.

Ning Huang was tongue-tied, his eyes were wide open, his toes were curled up, every muscle that shouldn't be exerting force was straining, only the arms and torso that could push him away lost strength and relaxed instinctively.

This is the first time Ning Huang knows that he cannot be touched on the side of the neck.

Lu Chen was in a daze, tossed about and had a half-night dream. When he opened his eyes, he was in reality and his mind was in a dream, but Ning was in his arms.He subconsciously wanted to kiss his little uncle who worked hard last night.

Unexpectedly, after the kiss fell, the person in his arms became abnormally stiff.

——No, the little uncle has shrunk.

Lu Chen, who woke up from the dream, finally realized this matter.

I haven't waited for an explanation.

The little uncle has already jumped out of bed,

"Little uncle..." Lu Chen opened his mouth.

Ning Huang was also taken aback, trying to confuse this matter before saying: "I just woke up not long ago."

"Dream when you dream, what are you talking nonsense..."

But talking and talking.

There was no movement.

Following Ning Huang's gaze, Lu Chen slowly lowered his head and looked at his quilt.

——I built a small yurt.

Nice job.

Lu Chen himself didn't expect that when he woke up, he would be so brilliant.

The little uncle was so scared that he absconded on the spot.

I didn't even look back.

47

Until the afternoon when he went shopping in the supermarket, Ning Huang was like a little hedgehog with his fur fried, striding ahead.

Lu Chen was pushing the cart at the back, filling up a box of chili sauce on one side and a steak on the other, filling the shopping cart to the brim.

Sometimes he called Ning Huang: "Little uncle?"

As if being pricked by a needle, he turned to stare at him: "What's wrong?"

"Would you like honey lemon tea?" Lu Chen asked him obediently while holding a box of lemons. "Chop it up and soak it in a jar. You can drink it for a day."

Ning Huang looked at the well-behaved old hooligan, and then at the yellow lemon, a little bit embarrassed to continue to attack the family, so he just put his hand in his pocket and said, "Whatever."

"Go slowly." Lu Chen said.

"Oh." He slowed down and waited for him.

The tall and handsome man pushed the cart, lowered his head to carefully compare the differences in the ingredients, calculated the recipes for the next day or two, and stuffed all the snacks Ning Huang wanted into the shopping cart, even the ones in the shopping cart. Everything is neatly packed.

Ning Huang couldn't help staring at this man in a daze.

Ning Huang asked him: "Did you come here often before?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "I come here often, but you can't—it's easy to be recognized."

Ning Huang accompanied him once or twice, even if he was wearing a mask, he would be recognized and begged to take a group photo, which wasted time and schedule.

Lu Chen raised the corners of his mouth: "So it happens occasionally, and I'm quite happy."

Occasionally someone looked over, just because they recognized the two as a couple, and because of the matching appearance, they showed a surprised look.This is very good, enough to satisfy Boss Lu's vanity.

Ning Huang's lips moved, but he didn't say anything, pretending to sort out the shopping cart seriously.

The result is just a cluttered shopping cart.

Lu Chen didn't stop him either.

Ning Huang thought for a while, then murmured, "Actually, if you change your appearance and put on a mask, they shouldn't be able to recognize you."

Just like he is now.

Lu Chen gave a "hmm".

So that means, do you want to come with him often in the future?

48

There are always condoms at the checkout counter in the supermarket, and the checkout line is always slow.

Ning Huang tried his best to look away from the shelf, and stared at Lu Chen's face, with a few big words written clearly: If you dare to buy, you will die.

Lu Chen pretended to be blind very cooperatively.

After a while, as if remembering something, he lowered his voice and asked in his ear: "Little uncle, are you still angry about that morning?"

Ning Huang quickly frowned.

However, due to the fact that the front and rear teams are full of people, can they escape in the first place?

He could only try to kill Lu Chen with fierce eyes.

But Lu Chen leaned close to his ear, and controlled the volume between the whispers that only the two of them could hear: "Little uncle, I'm confused in my dreams, it's not intentional."

"That is also a normal physiological reaction."

"A grown male does not have a private life for one to two months, naturally..."

Ning Huang's pupils vibrated back and forth, and his fingers almost bent the push handle of the shopping cart.

After a while, I squeezed out words one by one from between my teeth: "I'm not angry."

"Can you shut up first?"

Lu Chen nodded politely and smiled: "Yes."

Ning Huang's brain was buzzing, his mind was full of private life, adulthood, and physiological reactions.

These bright and aboveboard words, however, got into his dark and unclear reveries, flapping their wings back and forth.

Just like a gentle, smiling, well-dressed beast in front of you.

He gritted his teeth trying to drive these words out of his mind, but when he turned his head, he bumped into the condoms on the shelf and looked at each other.

He suddenly thought of a question that he had never thought about before.

He fell in love with two men, Lu Chen.

He hooked his fingers at Lu Chen, signaling him to lower his head.

Then he whispered to Lu Chen.

He tried his best to ask himself calmly: "Who do we usually use this for?"

Lu Chen glanced at him and raised the corners of his mouth silently.

Say.

"I use."

I got a bright red boiled uncle.

Well, I'll go to the seafood market later.

I will eat boiled shrimp tonight.

49

That night Ning Huang raised his pen angrily.

Leave a book for my 34-year-old self with Gou Crawling:

He is also four years younger than you.

shame.

Ning Huang, you are ashamed.

He also drew an angry and embarrassed little face.

A few days later, the 34-year-old uncle flipped through his diary and lazily replied with the same dog crawling characters:

When I get older, I love to lie down.

50

Boiled shrimp eaten on the terrace at night.

The red prawns are built very high, the prawns are firm and plump, and the remaining sweetness makes people want to lick their fingers.

The fruit tea is also brewed with ice cubes and placed in a large glass jar with a spout. Unscrew it to get a cup of sweet and sour fruit tea.

Ning Huang ate happily, and soon forgot the embarrassment.

This is good, remember to eat but not hit, forgetfulness is also great.

When he looked up, he saw Lu Chen's peeled shrimp placed in front of him, and said stiffly, "You eat yours, what do I do?"

Lu Chen skillfully peeled off one for him: "I have enough protein intake today, and I'm idle if I'm idle."

Besides, he likes to watch his little uncle eat.

Maybe it's because Ning Huang is picky, so it's rare to eat something he likes, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are filled with satisfaction and happiness.

Boiled shrimp is obviously one of them.

"Eat more," Lu Chen said with a smile, "I bought a lot, and tomorrow I can make dumplings with shrimp and meat, or steam siu mai."

"If you don't have time to pack, try fried rice with shrimp oil instead."

Shrimp heads are stir-fried to produce bright red shrimp oil, and then the shrimp and rice are fried. Every grain of rice is full of the umami taste of shrimp.

Just talking about it, Ning Huang couldn't help but start looking forward to the next day.

In the middle of eating, Ning Huang stretched lazily on the bean bag sofa, but saw a beginner's guitar in the corner.

"It's mine," Lu Chen followed his gaze and smiled, "I don't play well."

Ning Huang has a temper that gets excited when he hears the music, and when he thinks of Lu Chen's voice, it feels like he has been scratched by Mao Maocao.

The eyes also lit up.

"Try it," Ning Huang put down the shrimp in his hand and urged him, "I'll listen."

Boss Lu really went to wash his hands, took the guitar into his arms, played it a few times, and Ning Huang frowned.

But considering Lu Chen's voice, he didn't scold him.

After all, it is a beginner, and the human voice is also a good instrument.

Ning Huang thought so.

——In fact, he is Lu Chen's voice.

Under the terrace, Boss Lu was still wearing the casual jacket he had gone out, looking extremely young.His features are handsome and gentle, and he looks like he's holding a guitar. It's a bit like the grown-up figure of a boy in white in a youth novel.

Open your mouth slowly.

Shocked.

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star!"

"The sky is full of little stars!"

Ning Huang: ...

For a moment, Ning Huang's expression turned ferocious.

Lu Chen continued: "High! High! Hang! At..."

"Shut up." Ning Huang finally couldn't hold back.

Not a single note is in key.

If it weren't for the lyrics, he wouldn't even have guessed that the song was about Little Star.

Lu Chen stopped singing, with a serious voice: "Little uncle, my singing is a little out of tune."

"...You call this a bit out of tune?"

After Ning Huang confirmed that Lu Chen was not joking with him, he looked confused and in a daze.

Why in this world are there people with good voices but such bad singing?