Uncertain age difference

64.

At two o'clock in the morning, Ning Huang finally got off work in the huge studio.

At least his part has come to an end, there are still a few singers in the shed who are still making up shots, and the staff is still busy.Even a few singers who couldn't be on the screen at all, also recorded a few scenes, as if to be on top at any time in case of accidents.

Even so, he still sang very hard.

Ning Huang was sitting by the stage when his cell phone rang suddenly.

It was a message from a stranger.

The number has been concealed.

The other side said.

[I heard that you lost your memory. 】

Then came another sentence.

[After the studio, I'll wait for you. 】

Ning Huang frowned, not knowing the meaning of these words.

Sometimes I look at the singers on the stage, and for some reason, a strange memory pops up in my mind.

It seems to be a cold, with a fever, sneezing, and blurred vision.

It was raining heavily outside the shed, and the stage inside the shed was also drenched.

Someone put a cold hand on his forehead and said in a low voice: "Little uncle, it's too hot to go home. Go directly to the hospital to get water for a while."

Some people said, Ning Huang, there was a problem with the performance just now, and we have to make up for it.

Lu Chen's voice is recognizable, and his tone is gentler and reserved than now. He said cautiously: "What's the problem? I just made up a few shots. His voice is hoarse now. Even if he takes a new shot, his voice won't work anymore."

The man hesitated and couldn't tell, the first reasons had been used up, and he said that there was a problem with the radio, and then he said that there was a problem with the lyrics, and he wanted to sing a different version.

In the end, it was because the precipitation on the stage was not large enough and the effect was not good.

Lu Chen's voice became very cold: "Aren't you torturing him on purpose?"

Seeing that Ning Huang was speechless, the assistant manager didn't know where he was, and there was only Lu Chen who looked like a college student, the man raised his voice: "Be careful with your words, everyone is doing it for the stage effect."

"Teacher Cheng is waiting. If you don't finish filming this part and occupy the stage, how will you film later?"

There was a lot of noise, and it seemed that there was some persuasion. He saw Lu Chen being pushed and shoved.

Lu Chen cared about him and didn't fight back.

Then someone pushed him again.

He didn't know where he got the strength to get up and pull Lu Chen behind him.

This pull.

The chair overturned, and there was a loud "bang", and everyone fell silent.

His eyes were fierce and irritable, and he said coldly, "What the hell are you doing?"

The man was captured by his fierce look.

Take a step back.

He just pushed everyone away.

Go to the end, in front of the person who is like no one else.

Cheng Xinran sat on the chair, looking at him innocently and strangely.

Ning Huang was like a raging beast on the verge of death.

"Cheng Xinran," Ning Huang said in a cold voice, "just for a few songs."

Cheng Xinran's expression changed, and after a few words with the people around him, the crowd dispersed.

Then he said, "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Ning Huang said: "The song you took away is my unfinished draft."

"I've finished writing the whole thing, do you want to hear it?"

Cheng Xinran said: "Even if there is, it's just an adaptation, no one will believe you."

Ning Huang stared into his eyes.

"Not while alive."

"If I die."

Cheng Xinran looked at him in disbelief, like looking at a madman: "Ning Huang, are you crazy?"

Ning Huang was very dizzy.

He didn't know whether it was Cheng Xinran or himself who was crazy.

Songs can be stolen for profit.

Friends can also be put to death.

Now he jumps over the wall in a hurry, saying that death can be exchanged for public opinion and the truth, he thinks he is crazy.

"Cheng Xinran, you can try."

Speaking of which, he couldn't bear it any longer.

He fell down and fell into the soft sweater.

Another memory is that I was already in the car, with my head resting on Lu Chen's lap, and my face buried in the fluffy sweater.

With breathing, under the sweater is the youthful but strong body.

There is the sound of pattering rain and the sound of knocking on the car window. The car is traveling on a long road, which seems to never end.

He said hoarsely, "Don't come next time, it's not shameful enough."

Lu Chen trembled all over, and said for a while, "I'm sorry."

He coughed twice, but buried his face deeper: "I didn't talk about you, I meant me."

"...It's not enough to embarrass me."

Lu Chen hasn't left the society yet, so in the first lesson, he told him that the little uncle he thought was mature and proud was just a stern, unlucky guy.

It even fell to the point of forcing them to die.

Lu Chen hesitated for a long time, and his fingers gently sank into the soft hair on the back of his head.

Ning Huang muttered: "Open the car window, I'm going to suffocate to death."

Lu Chen went to lower the window, and the fresh and humid air finally poured in.

A drop of hot and scalding rain also landed in the hollow of his neck.

There was depression and panic in Lu Chen's voice:

"Little uncle, I heard what you said to him."

"...Don't be too hard on yourself."

He secretly scolded his mother in his heart.

So embarrassing.

Cheng Xinran didn't know if she was frightened or not, but the eldest nephew was frightened by him first.

"...I didn't want to die, to scare him."

"I tell you to believe it, are you stupid?"

Ning Huang patted him fiercely, but his face was buried deeper.

How could he be willing to die.

65.

This memory is like a harbinger of recovery. Ning Huang stared at his fingertips, vaguely seeing subtle changes in himself bit by bit, and his body began to feel hot and painful.

In the eyes of others, this transformation was subtle and rapid, but it became long in his perception, and something began to come back in his mind.

He looked at the message.

The other person seemed to see that he didn't reply, so he said it again.

[Ning Huang, you should remember me, we used to be friends, how about we meet? 】

Ning Huang was silent for a moment, and finally knew the reason why Cheng Xinran appeared again.

Where did you hear the news?

No wonder he dared to appear again, only because of the so-called full version of that song.

Trying to trick him out of his amnesia.

Ning Huang didn't reply him, stood up after a while, and threw the soda can into the trash can with precision.

Rubbing his neck, his steps were light and lazy.

On the way back, there was a singer who had finished recording, looked at his mask and nodded.

"Master Mask, goodbye."

"Master Mask, let's go."

He also nodded, too lazy to refute.

What a bad name.

When he got to the door, the assistant said, "The car is ready, it's just..."

He pressed his palm down to signal silence.

Gently pushed open the door of the living room.

--really.

Lu Chen had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Boss Lu's laptop was placed on the table, occupying only a small corner among the messy cosmetics, program lists, and equipment.

And his 1.8 meters tall, slender and well-proportioned figure curled up on that small sofa without even covering him with a blanket, his coat was crumpled and his hair was messy, and he didn't know what he was doing while he was breathing. A nightmare, frowning together.

A 30-year-old man with a healthy schedule and never staying up late, took a half-day car ride, accompanied by makeup and hair, and lunch, and the video was recorded until three o'clock in the morning.

The notebook interface should stay on the English mail page, and it looks like it was working before.

Business people, how can there be leisure time.

What's more, behind his back, he was still busy checking Cheng Xinran, which probably turned him upside down.

Just because I didn't want him to know.

His friend turned out to have betrayed him long ago.

Ning Huang sat and rested beside Lu Chen, gently brushing his frowning brows and closed eyes with his fingertips.

It was as if all the past had vanished like this.

After a while, he took off his mask.

hang your head.

A soft kiss fell on the lips of the dreamer.

"Are you stupid or not?"

he murmured.