Uncertain age difference

Ning Huang changed on the way back to the city from the tour.

As soon as he woke up, he forgot everything about the future, and even suspected that he had traveled through time and space and arrived 16 years later.

Ning Huang, an underground singer who left his hometown, is cool and attractive, poor and charming.

Because he forgot his luggage and was penniless, he went to a black bar to work for two days before he was finally found by Lu Chen who lost his little uncle.

I just finished singing in the afternoon, and there is another performance in the evening.

The smaller Ning Huang has a soft waist and a tender red mouth.Her short hair was stuck together with hairspray, revealing her arrogant but youthful eyebrows and eyes, with glittering sequins on the end of her eyes, giving her a stubborn and unruly look.

He had just finished the performance, and the sultry sweat dripped down his chin, dripped into the close-fitting black vest, and soaked a small piece, and the lean and muscular arms were also stained with a slightly sweaty luster.

A pair of well-crafted leather shoes stopped in front of him.

Ning Huang was a little vigilant, but also a little bit confused. With a guitar on his back, he frowned at him and said, "Who are you? Why do you want me?"

He is so beautiful like this, he looks like a crab served in September, full of fresh fragrance, even the hard and pungent shell is attractive red.

Lu Chen didn't expect that the little uncle would become younger, but he just followed the trail to find out that it was indeed the person in front of him, so he hurried to find someone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, they were overwhelmed by the beauty of the year, and their already anxious mind was dizzy, and they couldn't find the south, east, north, south, and north at all, and didn't know what to say for a long time.

In Ning Huang's eyes, this 30-year-old man dressed in luxurious clothes and looking like a gentle scum stared at him like a wolf and a tiger, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

He has seen this look too much.

The favorability dropped by [-] points first.

Looking at it again, this person is quite elegant and handsome, with a warm temperament, but there is an unsuitable light blue color under his eyes, obviously a bit of excessive indulgence.

Subtract another ten points.

Lu Chen explained to him slowly, saying, in fact, you have become smaller, so you forgot some things, but we were originally a couple.

It should be strange for you to lose your memory.

It looked like a boss who was rich and unkind and wanted to abduct the handsome boy.

It's kind of like a delusional patient.

Ning Huang muttered expressionlessly: "I'm lying to ghosts, I don't like men."

Lu Chen thought to himself, fart, you liked me as a male college student back then.

He also blatantly said that he likes to be obedient.

But to the smaller Ning Huang, he could only say softly, "Really, take a closer look."

Ning Huang looked at him for a long time, frowned, but still shook his head firmly: "Impossible, I don't like people who are so much older than me."

Lu Chen was violently attacked on the spot.

Over [-] sentences floated in my mind about age, age, age, age...

His little uncle disliked him for being too old.

Ning Huang couldn't see what the person in front of him was thinking, picked up the guitar, turned around and left.

Lu Chen walked slowly behind him.

Ning Huang turned his head again: "What are you doing? Perverted?"

Lu Chen said: "Are you hungry, I'll take you to eat."

Ning Huang's stomach grunted appropriately.

——How does this person know that he is not full?

"What's your purpose?"

Lu Chen added: "Under conditions, I will take you to the hospital once. I will find a way to prove our relationship to you."

Ning Huang squinted at him for a long time.

I thought to myself why this pervert still pretends to be like that.

After a while.

Touching the empty pocket, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you eat?"

"I'll make crab roe noodles for you," said the male mother, "it's the time when the crab roe is fat."

Ning Huang visibly moved his Adam's apple.

Crab.

I haven't eaten for a long time since I left my hometown.

The crabs steamed at home are always the most fragrant. The tender and delicious crab meat, the crab roe overflowing from the crab shell, your fingers are hot when you lift the lid, and it is hot with sauce and vinegar. You can only eat it for a long time.

Sea crabs are fresh and river crabs are fragrant.

Not to mention a bowl of delicious vermicelli.

Stomach growls louder.

Quickly took a sip of water and pretended to be indifferent.

Ning Huang, poor and greedy, desperate to save face, thought he had covered it up perfectly.

There is nothing to hide from the lover who will be with him for many years in the future.

Suddenly caught the key word again: "What do you mean doing it for me, where are you taking me?"

Lu Chen held back his laughter, but couldn't help feeling sorry for him, and said softly, "Go home—our home."

Ning Huang opened his mouth, and was about to refuse immediately.

But the words were on his lips, and he swallowed them again.

This pervert looks like a good guy when he smiles.

It made him feel a little... strange sense of security.

Still a little hungry.

Conan syndrome.

An extremely rare and unique condition named after a well-known comic book character for its temporary, recurring, and erratic manifestations of rejuvenation.

The specific cause is not clear, the pathogenesis is unknown, and the treatment plan is unknown.Known cases are in the four figures.

What happened to Ning Huang was that he regressed overnight from a 34-year-old man to a stunned young man, regressing from memory to body in all directions.

Fortunately, there are currently no adverse effects on patients, and the symptoms will fluctuate over time until they disappear completely.

Ning Huang held his medical records.

Looking at the man in front of him who had already brought him home, he once again wondered whether he had lost his mind or whether this world was really magical.

Even if this bullshit syndrome is true—

He actually went home with this pervert in suit and leather shoes who didn't know the details.

Although from his point of view, ten years have passed since he woke up, he was still him, but everything was different.

Originally, the phone at home couldn’t be reached, and I didn’t realize that I had stored luggage when I came back from a trip, and I didn’t know the password to unlock the phone. My pocket was empty, and my mind was dizzy. This huge city has turned upside down, and he is the poor man who was liberated in Amber. insects.

No, this description is too ridiculous.

Ning Huang laughed at himself softly, and looked at the man who was cooking.

The tie was torn off, the suit jacket was taken off, and the sleeves of the expensive shirt were rolled up, revealing the thin and elegant wrist, but he was serious about cleaning crabs.

After thinking about it, he didn't think he would meet such a person in the future.

Lu Chen told him: "Eat a little less snacks, I won't be able to eat any more in a while."

I bought it for him while waiting for the report in the hospital, fearing that his stomach would be starved.

Ning Huang let out an "oh".

After a while, he watched Lu Chen put the crabs tied up in a pot and steam them.

Crab.

Five flowers tied.

Ning Huang didn't know what to think, his face turned green.

Lu Chen noticed the look in his eyes, and said that the crab noodles would take a long time to make, so steam two of them first, and you can eat them to satisfy your hunger.

This is of course intentional. Once the crabs are steamed, people can be left to chat for a while.

He said "oh", sat at the table boredly, looked at the house for a long time, and really started to ask if he really knew himself.

Lu Chen slowly poured him a glass of lemonade, added ice cubes, and said yes, and he had been in love for a long time.

"You went on a trip, and then there was no news. I have been very worried these days."

Lu Chen lost himself to his little uncle, and briefly described the tragic situation of a headless fly.

"You can't contact Auntie because Auntie moved house five years ago and changed her phone number. I'll send it to you later."

When mentioning his mother, Ning Huang was startled, bowed his head and said, "Okay."

Lu Chen showed him the photo of the two of them on the phone again.

The phone wallpaper is also Ning Huang at the age of 30.

With slightly long broken hair, holding a guitar, smiling lazily at the camera.

——This is me?

Ning Huang looked at the completely unfamiliar appearance, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while the crabs came up.

The male mother went downstairs, mixed a big bowl of crab roe and crab meat, spread it on the noodles, and placed it in front of the little uncle.

So the two stopped chatting and ate crab roe noodles facing each other.

He shouldn't eat food from strangers.

But the crab roe noodles are really delicious, and it took a long time before I licked the bottom of the bowl.

Let alone crabs, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't touched seafood.

In the current situation, he should have left after eating, but Lu Chen also made delicious ginger tea.

Ginger tea was served and creme brulee was served.

The slightly bitter caramel is wrapped in soft pudding, with a faint sweet egg fragrance.

He has never liked eggs so much, but he has to admit the deliciousness of this pudding.

In the end, his stomach was full, he was sluggish, and his will to leave also collapsed.

Lu Chen smiled at him and said, "Go take a shower first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do. I'll prepare the room for you."

This was said so naturally, it made his hair stand on end suddenly, and he thought of that pot of crabs tied up in a pot.

It was blue before entering the pot, and it was red when it came out, and then it was peeled and boned, and swallowed.

No, it won't.

The little prickly head suddenly turned ugly and flustered.

The other party saw his vigilance, smiled, and said: "I know you can't remember, I sleep in the guest room, and you can use the master bedroom as you like."

"Oh." Ning Huang scratched his hair and agreed sullenly.

... the feeling of being seen through.

It's annoying.

The master bedroom is a simple off-white color, the bed is big and soft, the mattress is soft and hard, and the pillow height is just in line with his wishes.

There was a huge fried egg pillow on the bed, and he poked it, but he couldn't tell if it was familiar or not, but the citrus fragrance in the air made him very comfortable.

Ning Huang opened the drawer of the bedside table.

A whole drawer full of boxy condoms.

Still an inexperienced stupid virgin stunned.

——Sure enough, he is a liar, damn it, there are actually a set of drawers, are you here to lie to each other?

Why don't you make up a fate that predestined the birth of the three past and present lives?Is it because the hospital can't diagnose it?

He unconsciously snorted.

Pick it up and look, it's still a large size.

Damn, how many people are needed, a drawer is needed.

While watching, the door lock clicked, and Lu Chen handed him his pajamas and came in.

He pushed the drawer back with a bang.

With a shake of the hand, a piece fell out.

Ning Huang reacted very quickly, kicked the bag under the bed, and put it in his pocket with his hands in a loose hand, as if nothing happened.

Lu Chen came over and put down a set of cotton pajamas, with a faint smile in his warm voice: "The pajamas are yours before, and I found new underwear for you."

Wait, panties?

Although finding a new one is very considerate, but has this guy been touched before?Does he wear it or not? !

Ning Huang was in a trance, and Lu Chen walked to him.

He even lost his mind, thinking that this guy is quite tall.

"I haven't touched this room since you left." Lu Chen leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Oh, never moved.

Ning Huang thought absently.

Suddenly the hairs stand on end.

Didn't move.

That is to say, this room belongs to them?

Is this set used by the two of them? !

A whole drawer? !

Ning Huang's scalp and face burned together.

The author has something to say:

Notes from 18-year-old Ning Huang to 34-year-old self:

Although I don't understand,

But, be in moderation.