Uncertain age difference

68.

like ma... ma... ma...

The word mom kept echoing in his mind, and the critical damage caused was measured in tons.

Lu Chen's eyes lost focus on the spot, and he entered an autistic mode, forgetting how to get the remaining two glutinous rice balls in.

After eating the glutinous rice balls, the little uncle knocked on the forehead and said, "Why are you in a daze, you go take a shower first, I will take the table away."

Although the aunt came regularly every day, Boss Lu couldn't tolerate a dirty table overnight, but if there was a cup on the table that was not washed, he could just stare at it and think about it all night.

Lu Chen replied in a daze, and after a while his eyes regained focus, but he subconsciously pressed the back of his hand.

Ning Huang stood up and tidied up the table, picked up two bowls, and glanced at him sideways: "What? Still sticking to the shower?"

Lu Chen didn't expect to go there at first, but when he asked this question, he couldn't help thinking wrongly, and even his tiredness disappeared without a trace.

changed back.

that is……

"Little uncle." Lu Chen called him softly.

Ning Huang looked at him lazily: "Lu Chen, you're not afraid that I'll turn back after half washing, so I'll stick it out for you on the spot."

It doesn't matter if you stick it out for a while, he will use it later.

With his bad temper, he works in the bar every day, doesn't make much money, the bees and butterflies got a butt, and the sex embryo doesn't know how many beatings, and he has to change bars after a while.

Boss Lu really dares to do something, let alone look like a mother, nothing works like that.

Boss Lu's gadget is not a consumable, so can he put a prosthetic on it?

Lu Chen was silent for a moment by what he said: It's not that the little uncle can't do it when he loses his memory.

Let go, still unwilling, a trace of grievance appeared in his eyes.

Ning Huang cleaned the bowls and chopsticks and put them into the dishwasher, gloating: "Just work hard, I won't poke you when I lose my memory, it should be fine."

Let him fool him so vigorously, it can be seen that he will have to pay back sooner or later.

He laughed at him again: "It doesn't matter if you wash for a long time, I can pretend that I didn't hear it."

But unexpectedly, he was hugged from behind.

The kiss on the side of the neck was still familiar and gentle, but there was something fierce in the embrace, and I wished I could embed him between the arms.

The side of his neck was so tender, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

There seemed to be a whirlpool in Lu Chen's eyes, almost sucking people in. The tide swelled for a long time, but it only bit his earlobe.

Ning Huang was provoked for a moment, and said for a while, wash yours.

I thought to myself that he just became smaller for a while, and it wasn't like he was going to die. Why did he take a bath, he was so sticky.

When the person left, a strand of hair fell by his ear when he lowered his head.

He put his hand behind his ear, only to realize that the base of his ear was burning hot.

Even the corners of his mouth turned up for some reason.

Unfamiliar, jerky, sprouting thoughts sprouted little by little.

69.

They both ended up taking quick showers and getting into bed before dawn.

Indeed tired, Ning Huang hugged Lu Chen's waist tightly and closed his eyes.

My mind is gone.

He vaguely remembered what happened a while before he became smaller.

It should also be a performance on a rest day. After the performance, he and Lu Chen ate glutinous rice balls at a street stall.

Sweet wine, sweet-scented osmanthus sauce.

The taste is exactly the same, and I don't know if I followed it.

Lu Chen always had a lot to say to him, he was used to being more silent, and occasionally spoke, but said that if Lu Chen was busy, he didn't have to come and see him, and it wasn't like he didn't want to go home.

Lu Chen lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He frowned and asked, "What? Are you unhappy?"

Lu Chen said warmly, "No."

Emotionally, he is a very awkward and thorny person, so he is very worried that he will stab the soft Lu Chen away.

He was silent for a while, and said, "Come if you want, I'm afraid of your hard work."

Only then did Lu Chen stretch his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "It's not hard."

After eating the glutinous rice balls, he put on his mask and got up to pay the bill. Lu Chen had long been used to not grabbing from him.

The car stopped on another road, and he and his shoulders were separated by a short distance, and they walked slowly like this.

Lu Chen Xu told him about the company.

Said that he customized a mascot for the company, which was a little hedgehog.

talking and talking.

The back of the hand touched the back of the hand.

Lu Chen's words stopped.

Maybe to shake his hand.

But they saw someone looking at them in the distance, as if they recognized who he was.

Then I continued to talk about the hedgehog mascot, saying that I made a big one in the company, and there was also a small pendant by the way, which will be hung in the car later.

Thinking about it now, he regretted a little, and should take the initiative to say something to Lu Chen.

Or, shake Lu Chen's hand.

He opened his eyelids in a daze, and saw Lu Chen with warm eyes and brows, sleeping soundly hugging him.

He thought, in fact, Lu Chen doesn't have to be so obedient, just be a little more casual, a little silly, or even a little mean-spirited in front of him like today.

He doesn't hate it either.

70.

Ning Huang didn't wake up until noon, his memory was sound, and he showed no signs of shrinking.

This should be a good sign.

Lu Chen got up at about the same time as him, and while frying sausages in the kitchen, he made a phone call to make an appointment for Ning Huang to be re-examined at the hospital.

Ning Huangxuan pulled on the slippers and paced out, rubbing his eyelids: "Are you seeing me off?"

Lu Chen looked down at his fried sausage: "I have time."

"Oh." Ning Huang slowly picked up a rubber band and walked to the bathroom, which should mean that he agreed.

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth curled up.

After a while, a low cry was heard in the bathroom.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Huang grabbed his hair, frowning tightly: "...my hair is cut too short."

What's his taste?

His ponytail is gone!

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing.

The little uncle's ponytail has not changed since he was 24 years old, and the middle period is long and short, but he has always been quite satisfied with the shape.

Who knew that as soon as he lost his memory, he thought it was troublesome to wash his hair, so he looked in the mirror, cut it with scissors, and just stuck it with hairspray.

Ning Huang found out that it was short last night, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even tie it, and his face turned dark immediately.

"Let me see."

He turned off the fire and looked at Ning Huang's short hair.

There is still a little length, and it is not completely impossible to tie.

"You sit down."

He studied for a long time and said.

The little uncle sat down on the ground.

He dug out a few slender hairpins, sat on the sofa, pinned up the broken hair according to his little uncle's usual style, and tied a very small ponytail with a very thin hair rope.

A little bit of hair hangs down from the neck.

Looking at it from a distance, there are almost few, but the colorful hairpins make the little uncle look a lot cooler.

Ning Huang looked himself up and down in the mirror for a long time, frowned and said, "I look like a fool."

Lu Chen suppressed a smile and said, "Then how many inconspicuous ones can I change for you?"

Ning Huang said, "Let's change to gray and blue."

Lu Chen obediently fixed his little uncle's hair again.

Ning Huang bent one leg on the floor, remembering the resolution he made last night, and decided to communicate more with Lu Chen.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I remember you had a nickname in college, just called Mama Lu?"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Chen pulled his hair.

He gasped and snorted softly: "Fuck, no public revenge is allowed."

"No, yes, it's called Dad Lu." Lu Chen corrected with a dark face.

This is the authoritative position he gained by relying on his fists in the dormitory back then.

"Oh," Ning Huang continued to dance in the minefield, and asked with raised eyebrows, "Can dad braid?"

He really didn't know, at least his dad never braided his hair.

As a result, several hairs fell out.

He was born with a poisonous tongue, so he is really not very good at complimenting others, and he just wanted to find ways to make amends: "I was joking. In fact, you are not so like mother."

It's just kindness and gentleness, and the carelessness that seems to be absent is easy to associate with people.

He summed it up in one good word.

"That's right, it looks like a mother but not a mother."

Lu Chen: ...

His little uncle, probably doesn't want hair anymore.