Uncertain age difference

59

Ning Huang said that the first time he met Cheng Xinran was at the bar where he sang.

At that time, Cheng Xinran was a student majoring in music school and an acquaintance of the bar owner. On the first day when he came here, he was completely different from Ning Huang.

Delicate, fair, with a childish student look, and a little arrogance from a major.

He said that he came out to sing to practice himself, and the music library is full of spring and white snow. He can't even sing three or four bad street songs.

That bar is not a high-end place, the person who ordered the song mocked him at that time, saying that you don't know anything, come out and sing a fart.

Cheng Xinran blushed and said these songs were too vulgar.

After being pushed and shoved twice, he was about to scold.

Ning Huang was leaning on the edge of the backstage smoking a cigarette, seeing that the two sides were pushing and shoving, and there was going to be a quarrel, so he had to grind out the cigarette and go to make a rescue.

Said: "What song? Can I sing it?"

The lights in the bar flickered.

He was dressed in black and black, his hair was glued like a hedgehog, and his face was even more handsome and beautiful, with soft red lips.

When the man saw his face, he was stunned for a moment, and then deliberately provoked: "You can sing, this kid said that my song is vulgar, you have the guts, you have to sing a good song for me."

Ning Huang said, "Okay."

"Sing until you are satisfied."

That night, without blinking his eyes, he changed five or six versions of the same song, and every version was good. The broken microphone in the bar sang the original sound.

The group of people who sang stopped drinking and stopped fighting, and just stared at him.

Someone asked in a low voice, where did it come from, and looked young.

The other said that they have been singing here and there for a while, and I have seen it in another bar, and they sang very well.

When he sang to the sixth version, the person who found fault also admired him, and even patted him on the shoulder, saying that this handsome boy is handsome and powerful.

Ning Huang still had that unassuming look, nodded and said, "Then I'm off work."

He went out with the guitar in his hand, his back was thin and slender, and his heavy boots stepped on the ground, creaking.

Cheng Xinran took three steps in parallel, chased his buttocks and said, "Your name is Ning Huang, which school did you graduate from?"

Ning Huang said: "Changhai No. [-] Middle School, Class [-], Class [-]."

Cheng Xinran was dumbfounded.

Ning Huang sneered and said, "Listen to more songs before coming out to sing, college student."

Cheng Xinran chased his ass and said, "You are so good at changing songs, have you ever written a song yourself?"

Ning Huang said that he had written it, but no one listened to it. After singing it, he cursed at the street, saying that he wanted to listen to "Husband and Wife" and "By the Bed With Tears".

Unexpectedly, he was gently grabbed by a corner of his clothes.

When Cheng Xinran looked at others, his eyes were very sincere, and he said, "Then can I listen?"

Ning Huang raised his eyebrows, finally looked him straight, and said for a long time, "Okay."

While saying this, Ning Huang suddenly remembered something, frowned and looked at Lu Chen with cautious eyes:

"Lu Chen, you won't be jealous, will you?"

"I won't continue to eat potatoes tomorrow, will I?"

This old hooligan was so sour that even Xia Ziyu was jealous.

Lu Chen smiled lightly and said no, you continue.

"It's nothing. After that, he often comes to the bar." Ning Huang thought about it, and picked up those fragments of memory one by one.

Most of them were the dark backstage and rooms of the bar, exchanging music scores and playing music in turn, Cheng Xinran's eyes sparkled, and he said that there would be a chance to form a band in the future.

You will be the guitarist, I will be the keyboard player, and two more people will be recruited.

We play everywhere.

Ning Huang was not very interested on the surface, but his eyes lit up. He lowered his head and adjusted the guitar, saying, "Okay."

But I couldn't help but make small calculations in my heart.

Bands weren't making any money in those days.There are travel expenses for commercial performances everywhere, and there are venue rehearsals, and evening rehearsals also delay the time to earn money from singing.

He still has to send some money home, and the band will only make life harder for him.

However, you can bear it.

"Cheng Xinran... This person looks like a young master's temper at first glance, and his family background is not bad. At least his parents should treat him very well, and he won't be very angry if he is scolded by me."

"He always said that the songs I wrote are good, but in fact he is the only one who thinks they are good. I usually can't finish singing a song in bars, and some people think it's bad."

So, maybe there is a bit of gratitude, or maybe a bit of jealousy and envy.

Ning Huang daydreams in the barren days.

"His school, when I was in middle school, I couldn't even think about it."

"Sometimes when I see him, I think, why should someone be born with everything? It's too unfair."

"but……"

"But what?"

"I'm not envious anymore." Ning Huang said softly.

60

The matter of recording a show, the first time is a stranger, and the second time is an acquaintance.

Ning Huang grabbed his hedgehog-like hair, ran down the stairs in a daze, and jumped into the nanny's car, only to find the assistant sitting in the front row.

Sitting in the back row is Lu Chen.

She wore a milky white turtleneck sweater, long coat, jeans, and carried a travel bag. Her beautiful eyes became brighter and warmer, and she smiled flickeringly.

With his suit off, he looked like a male college student.

"Why are you here?" Ning Huang was at a loss for words. He didn't see Lu Chen all morning, so he thought he had gone out to do some errands.

"It's weekends off," Lu Chen lazily leaned on the pillow of the nanny's car, "I'm idle, I'll come out to accompany you."

As he spoke, he patted the empty seat and said with a smile, "Sit down, you're welcome."

Ning Huang muttered, "It's a miracle that your company didn't go bankrupt."

Lu Chen said that people cannot allow capital to be alienated too thoroughly.

Occasionally, there is still a pursuit other than money.

For example, little uncle.

The show's recording studio is a little far from the urban area, and it stops and starts. It's late autumn, it's cool outside the window, and the air conditioner is turned on in the car, which makes people drowsy even more.

Ning Huang was in a daze and a little sleepy. He was very close to Lu Chen, and smelled a faint scent of citrus.

It seemed to be dripping from the creamy white turtleneck sweater.

Probably only Boss Lu would be willing to wear this sweater. Not only is it delicate, it gets dirty easily, and it can only be sent for dry cleaning.

But it really suits Lu Chen very well. He has fair skin and is slender. With a loose neckline, he has a fluffy and warm feeling. His neck looks slender, and he is extraordinarily handsome and warm.

Ning Huang muttered, "Boss Lu, did you wear perfume?"

Lu Chen said, "It's household incense."

"A fragrance note everywhere?"

Lu Chen said: "There will be a sense of belonging."

For example, the silent aura on the little uncle's body gradually became homogeneous with him.

Ning Huang thought for a while and said, "Territorial awareness?

Lu Chen nodded: "Yes."

Ning Huang yawned: "I saw it downstairs in my house, it's just like a puppy peeing."

Lu Chen suppressed a smile and said, "Little uncle, you chose the fragrance."

……

Then the problem is coming.

Who is this peeing puppy?

During the rebellious period, the little uncle gave him an elbow.

Lu Chen smiled, and the tremor in his chest when he laughed, touched Ning Huang's ears again, and for no reason he felt that this laughter was also soft and refreshing.

"Because you said it suits me." Lu Chen said.

Ning Huang told the truth this time, muttered, and said, "It's quite suitable for you."

He can choose a tie.

Incense is also available.

Can't help but stretch out.

Then if he says he likes Lu Chen's white sweater very much, can he also wear it often for him to see.Thinking again, Lu Chen's muscles are well trained, but he is covered with a sweater, but his whole body is soft and fluffy.

Ning Huang thought about it, and became a little dizzy.

Lu Chen smiled and asked, "Do you want to rest your legs?"

Ning Huang said no.

After a while, still feeling drowsy and sleepy, Lu Chen gently pressed his head to his shoulder,

Ning Huang naturally pillowed on Lu Chen's shoulder and sank into the fluffy white sweater.

Dreamed that he was imprisoned under his belly by a big dog, pressed in the snow-white fluff of his abdomen.

The big dog wailed and said sleep, I will protect you.

There was a whistle outside the car, which pierced through the glass and turned into a muffled blunt sound, and the sleeping person frowned.

Lu Chen gently crossed the little uncle's shoulder with one hand and covered his ears.

The brow faded away again.

The vehicle passed through the tunnel in this way, with light and shadow intertwined, thick eyelashes covered the expression in Lu Chen's eyes, and he stared quietly for a long time.

The little assistant in front peeked at the rearview mirror.

Obviously nothing.

But inexplicably, people dare not look at it for a long time.