Uncertain age difference

98.

After drinking a can of beer that night for a long time, Lu Chen hugged him and he was gossiping.

It's all nonsense.

He said that when he was singing, the boss saw that he was good-looking, so he encouraged him to sell wine, saying that he would get money faster, but he had a poisonous mouth and a bad temper. He didn't sell a bottle of wine, and there were many fights.

Fortunately, he has good skills and didn't suffer much.

Said that he also performed on the street, like this weather is the best, looking for near the university town, put the guitar case on the ground, singing, someone stopped to listen.

Singing on the street is more comfortable and happy. He can sing whatever he wants, and when he has finished singing enough, he will pick up the money in the guitar case and go to the small noodle shop in front of the university to eat noodles.

Things were cheap back then, a big bowl of ramen in clear soup cost three yuan, and a glass bottle of soda and tea eggs cost five cents.

Add five yuan, and a plate of thin slices of sauced meat.

He guessed that Lu Chen listened very carefully.

Because when it came to fighting, Lu Chen wrapped his arm tightly around him.

"It's better than box lunch," Ning Huang emphasized solemnly, "it's just that the front door doesn't look clean."

"I don't know if it's still there now."

Lu Chen said, "I'll look for it when I have a chance."

Ning Huang let out a "huh", drank the last sip of beer, poured it down, and couldn't pour out a drop.

Then he muttered: "Shouldn't it be time to sleep?"

"It's time to sleep. If you don't sleep, the sun will come out." Lu Chen let go of his arms, got up and cleaned up the leftovers on the low table.

The orange light from the terrace fell on his side face. When he bent down, the shirt he wore during the day ran out of his trousers, and the buttons on his neckline were also unbuttoned. From the side, he could see the beautiful curve of his muscles.

Ning Huang put down the beer can, and muttered enviously, "Your chest muscles are pretty good."

I don't usually feel it, but I just felt it when I got tired of being together. There is a reason why Lu Chen usually looks good in shirts.

The muscles are tight and full, soft when not exerting force, and the circumference is also considerable.

This should have been a compliment.

Lu Chen was expressionless and silent for a long time. I don't know if it reminded him of what he said before that he looked like a mother, and his face darkened silently.

"Uncle."

"...don't go any further."

"What's wrong, I'm not happy to praise you." Ning Huang groaned while lying on the bean bag sofa.

Actually what he meant to say was.

——It's quite comfortable to hold.

Maybe it was because Lu Chen had been hugging him enthusiastically, but suddenly let go.

The night wind is a bit cold.

99.

The next morning, the alarm clock rang twice and was pressed.

Ning Huang hadn't had enough sleep yet, and turned over in a daze, too sleepy to open his eyes, and asked him what he was doing.

Lu Chen rubbed his hair and said that he had an appointment with the partner this morning, so you just go to sleep.

Ning Huang let out an "oh", and the bedroom door was gently shut.

I vaguely heard Lu Chen's heavy and unwilling footsteps, cooking, and washing after staying up all night, accompanied by the sound of the news being turned on very quietly.

When he came back, the side of the bed was sunken, and it was Lu Chen sitting there, putting on his clothes and tie lightly.

I didn't forget to tell him: "The porridge is warmed in the rice cooker, and the vegetables are in the pot. Heat it up yourself."

He rubbed his eyes in a daze: "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock."

He muttered something, probably complaining too early.

Boss Lu said again: "I turned on the sound on your phone, don't sleep too long, I'll call you at noon to wake you up."

"Oh." he muttered.

But smell the refreshing mint flavor of toothpaste, and a touch of citrus.

It's the smell of morning.

then.

The breath became clearer, and the lips were touched gently and softly.

"Good morning."

Lu Chen said.

100.

10: 30.

The little hedgehog rubbed his eyelids, got up from the bed like a ghost, scratched his hair in a daze, and dragged his slippers to wash up.

Serve millet porridge by yourself, eat small salty flower rolls, and reheat the fried shrimp left by Boss Relu.

The more he ate, the sleepier he became, his face was almost buried in the table.

He cheered up and went to the refrigerator to find the fruit tea left by Boss Lu.

Lemon and orange, sweet and sour.

A lot of energy after one sip.

With a muddy mind, something suddenly came to mind.

The sleepy eyes that were still sleepy just now stared round and round, and there was shock in the misty eyes.

???

When he was asleep!Was it kissed? ! !

That soft and cool touch should be a kiss, right?

He stood motionless.

No matter how you say it, just kiss, without warning in advance.

He also smoked yesterday. Does it smell like smoke?

wrong.

... Was it a real kiss, or was he sleepy?

101.

Lu Chen watched a audition video in the office.

The shooting time is very old, and the video quality is also poor, but you can see the appearance of Ning Huang in the video, wearing a simple T-shirt and ripped jeans, and stepping on plastic slippers that cost a few dollars - jerky than the one at home A lot of formality.

——This is indeed the video that was shot back then.

In Ning Huang's rental house.

The little hedgehog in the camera is holding the guitar foolishly, coughing twice, and even the lines he said are correct and full of age: "I am contestant No. 1334, Ning Huang."

"What I am participating in is an original song, exquisite and full of facets."

"I hope everyone likes it."

So he lowered his head and played seriously.

Without the gorgeous lighting and rich arrangement effects on the stage, Ning Huang's clear voice and varied and romantic interpretation are particularly obvious.

Without the mask, even the subtle changes in the face are rich and wonderful.

After singing, the little hedgehog still forgot the words, and said something at a loss for a long time.

"Thank you, thank you."

Just turn off the recording.

The cursor on the screen moves to the video upload time.

——Before Cheng Xinran's draft.

This is also one of the things that Ning Huang asked Lu Chen when his memory was complete.

"I remembered this because my memory went backwards." Ning Huang told him, "Cheng Xinran thought that I had never sung that song to anyone else. But in fact, I recorded it."

Yes, before Cheng Xinran set off, he excitedly invited him to go to the draft together.

He said that he had no money and would not go.

But I still can't help growing grass in my heart.

At that time, there was a TV program that introduced the concept of online selection for the first time, allowing people to record their performances, post them on the website, and vote for them.

His heart was moved, so he borrowed a camera, filmed a segment, and went to the Internet cafe to upload his performance.

"But this TV show didn't go on. Not long after I uploaded the video, I couldn't even find the website, let alone the video."

"So this matter was quickly forgotten by me."

——But Boss Lu was found anyway.

And the time of sending the video is completely provable.

Lu Chen watched it over and over again, and listened to the song over and over again. He couldn't tell what it felt like, but he always felt sore in his heart.

In the end, it was Xia Ziyu who contacted him and said, "Cheng Xinran has made a move."

Cheng Xinran didn't dare to point the finger at Ning Huang directly, but turned a corner and publicly pointed at the program group, saying that there was unhappiness in the program, and he wanted to terminate the contract, and asked the program group to release any information related to him and his songs. All content is deleted.

——This of course also includes the version sung by Ning Huang.

"We're still arguing about the contract." Xia Ziyu said, "But there's also pressure from the program crew, whether it's public opinion, or the teacher behind Cheng Xinran, it's hard to resolve."

Lu Chen's eyes turned cold, and he said, "I see."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Xia Ziyu said.

Lu Chen put down the phone, it was twelve noon.

He made a voice call to Ning Huang.

——It was quickly picked up over there, and the voice was already awake.

He tried his best to open his frowning brows, slowed down his cold voice, and asked, "Already up?"

"Get up." Ning Huang's voice was muffled.

"Auntie delivered the lunch?"

"It's here."

Ning Huang obviously hesitated, and said after a while: "Lu Chen, you..."

"Ok?"

"You morning..."

Ning Huang obviously wanted to ask about the kiss in the morning.

But I couldn't ask.

Even through the voice call, Lu Chen could think of his little uncle's painful expression of frowning eyebrows.

The corners of the mouth and eyebrows raised unconsciously.

Ning Huang said with difficulty: "Did you..."

"What?" he asked obediently.

Ning Huang still didn't hold back.

"Forget it." The other side of the call murmured dejectedly, "It's nothing."

"Well, good morning."

The call was hung up.

Lu Chen stared at the call record, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Less than 3 minutes of conversation.

But it made Lu Chen laugh for a long time.

Assistant An knocked on the door, put the coffee on his table, and said, "Boss, coffee."

"Okay." Lu Chen said with a smile in his voice.

When Assistant An went out, the boss still had a dark face, but when he came back, he became like this.

Think with your toes and know what's going on.

She asked, "Mr. Ning?"

Lu Chen stared at the phone screen, the boss turned the swivel chair around, and said with a smile, "Yeah."

I want to show off my little hedgehog.

I don't want to share the details with others.

In the end, he only coughed once, and said solemnly, "It's cute."

Assistant An nodded in agreement, cute and lovely.

Love makes a fool.

The boss is no exception.