Uncertain age difference

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There was a little autumn rain that night, and when I woke up the next day, the temperature was cooler.

Ning Huang huddled up in the bed, unwilling to get up.

Lu Chen let him sleep late, got up and made breakfast by himself, checked the suitcase, and added another coat.

I don't know if it was the sound of loading luggage that woke Ning Huang up.

Turning around, Ning Huang was sitting on the bed, covered under the quilt, staring at him sleepily.

The little hedgehog, who was still in bed, looked extraordinarily soft and bully just after waking up.

He sat on the edge of the bed, changed his clothes, and said, "I found two coats and hung them outside for you. You can take them with you when you go to record a show. The weather is just right for you."

Ning Huang drooped his sleepy eyes and nodded.

"There's chocolate left in the refrigerator, so you should take some there too. The recording of the show is in a hurry, and you might have to stay up late and get up early, which is prone to hypoglycemia."

Ning Huang nodded again, but he didn't know if he had listened. In short, he nodded, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Keep in touch with your mobile phone, don't forget to check it at every turn, you are still a sick number, contact me immediately if you feel uncomfortable..."

Lu Chen gave a lot of instructions, and it took more than ten minutes to wear a shirt before he buttoned it up.Seeing Ning Huang's sleepy and dazed expression, he stopped talking and said, "Go to sleep first, and I'll send you a message when I remember the rest."

As a result, Ning Huang was wrapped in a quilt, and he closed his eyes and fell to the side, and fell limply on top of him.

He was caught off guard and hurriedly hugged the big quilt.

Facing Shang Ninghuang's sleepy eyes, he was stunned for a moment, his voice softened after a while, and said, "Little uncle, don't you... feel a little bit reluctant to part with me?"

"No." Ning Huang's voice sounded dry after waking up, reached out and rubbed his eyes, and closed them again.

But it didn't get up from him.

Lu Chen didn't push him away either, as if cuddling with a quilt.

It was foggy in the early morning of late autumn, and the damp and cold air stuck to the skin after waking up, making the little uncle in the quilt extraordinarily warm.

The second hand of the wall clock passed by one frame at a time, and they stayed together for a long time like this.

He said: "Little uncle, the plane will be late in a while."

Ning Huang in the quilt let out an "oh".

The quilt was slowly removed from his body, and Ning Huang plopped back on the bed, returning to the way a person should be when he is asleep.

He stood up to put on his clothes, tied his tie halfway, but still couldn't hold back, he lowered his head and kissed his little uncle on the forehead.

Lips along the bridge of the nose, to the delicate tip of the nose, paused, saw Ning Huang's tightly closed eyelids, wondering whether to open them or not.

As if playing a prank, he covered Ning Huang's eyes with his slightly warm palm.

He lowered his head and pecked his lips.

"Hi." Ning Huang protested.

He smiled and whispered in his ear, "I'll be back soon."

"There will be frequent calls, too."

Ning Huang didn't speak, just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

So the warm palms left the eyelids, and the sound of the suitcase being dragged gradually faded away.

The door also closed gently.

"Click" sound.

Ning Huang turned over in the quilt, casually grabbed the little hedgehog on the bedside into the quilt, pinched it back and forth as if venting his anger, hugged and closed his eyes.

Sniffing, there is still a faint smell of citrus in the quilt.

Tch, just a short business trip, why are you so sticky.

112

Ning Huang didn't get up until the sun came up, dragging his heavy steps to check what breakfast someone left for him.

The eggs are cooked as he likes, the soy milk is only put a little sugar, the kohlrabi is shredded and mixed with a little spicy oil.

A mouthful of milky steamed buns.

Ning Huang ate slowly, turned on the TV, and there were a lot of voices in the room, making it seem a little lively.

Think about it.

He took out his phone and sent a message to the person marked as old hooligan.

"Reached."

10 minutes.

Two 10 minutes.

Never came back.

Ning Huang snorted again: I just asked him to keep in touch, but I didn't move at all.

Put your phone in your pocket, go to the studio to practice piano and listen to music.write songs.Eat takeaway.

Watching innocuous TV programs for a while becomes more and more boring.

Unhappily sent a message to Xia Ziyu, saying that he could go to record the show earlier

Xia Ziyu replied quickly: "Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic about work?"

"It's kind of boring," he said.

Xia Ziyu sent a see-through emoji: "Is your little boyfriend on a business trip again?"

He said stubbornly: "What does it have to do with him?"

Xia Ziyu has worked with him for many years, and has already figured out her rules: "When your eldest nephew is away, you will become a workaholic."

"I thought it was a problem developed in my twenties, but I didn't expect that I was born with a workaholic, which made your eldest nephew hold back."

he:……

Xia Ziyu was happy to give him the glorious deeds of popular science in the past.

At that time, Lu Chen often went on business trips with his mentor.

Lu Chen goes out on his front foot, but Ning Huang on his back foot does not come home. He often goes home to sleep and take a shower before going out. If he is too lazy to go home, he sleeps directly in the company's recording studio.

The recording studio was not a comfortable place, the air was not ventilated and it was stuffy and hot. Ning Huang didn't dislike it either. He just slept with his coat covered and didn't even bother to remove the ponytail from his hair.

When he woke up, his hair was still messy, with lumps here and strands there, but he didn't care.

Get up and order a takeaway hastily, and then continue recording after eating.

He began to lose weight within a few days. He originally had a thin and sharp appearance, but he became more and more fragile after losing weight. Many people have rumored that there is a rather beautiful male ghost living in the recording studio.

When Xia Ziyu went back to see him, he always looked like a sloppy ghost. He stood out in the entertainment company where everyone was glamorous. It was all because of his good looks that he was not regarded as a tramp who sneaked into the company. .

At that time, he wasn't too picky, he not only made songs for himself, Xia Ziyu, but also for some young idols in the company.

In the years he has been playing, he has tried all styles of music, and he can play any song at his fingertips, and his output can be called a model worker.

The only problem is that his mouth is poisonous, and his words hit the nail on the head without mercy.

After opening a few words, he told a good boy to cry. After recording, he squatted at the door of the recording studio and wiped his tears, telling his teammates that he couldn't eat this bowl of rice, it wasn't this material.

When Xia Ziyu went, he saw the tall boy squatting at the door with red eyes, crying every sentence, saying that he was also anxious, but no matter how anxious he was, it was useless. .

He also said that he couldn't read well at school or sing well, so what should he do in the future.

Ning Huang was squatting on the edge of the sofa, his pitch-black hair was half tied up, his skin was pale, and he raised his brows and eyes lazily at her, revealing a laziness that was half asleep.

No cigarettes, biting a lollipop to satisfy my hunger.

Seeing her coming, he winked at her and said, "I just said something too much, go and persuade her."

The female star also doesn't like to do such good things, and said: "When did you become so soft-hearted?"

"If you can't sing well, you can't pass it. No one has cried a few times."

Ning Huang looked at the child for a long time, and said, "I'm still studying, and it's not easy to work on both ends."

He's a little smaller than his eldest nephew, but about the same height.

If Lu Chen was taught this way, he might be able to wax the ceiling when he goes back.

Xia Ziyu laughed at him: "Since you have your eldest nephew, you have become more and more human."

Ning Huang gave her a lazy look and said, "Are you going? It's fine if you don't. Don't look for me for the next album."

For this reason, threatening female stars works best.

Xia Ziyu said: "Okay, okay, I'm unlucky. She's your errand girl."

At that time, she was still a glamorous beauty with big wavy red lips. After eight lifetimes of bad luck, she wanted to pretend to be a confidant big sister.

I ran to tell people, don't be too sad, Mr. Ning has irregular menstruation and a bad temper, it will be fine if you get to know him well.

The big boy was taken aback by these words, and secretly looked into the room wiping away his tears.

Xia Ziyu said: "Don't look at it, he just has a bad mouth, and the rest is easy to fool. If you scold him behind his back, he won't be very angry."

"Your Teacher Ning said, let you rest and continue recording. In fact, you have made progress. If you listen carefully to his tone of scolding you, you have gradually changed from very disgusting to general disgusting. When it becomes less disgusting, basically it will be fine. gone."

After persuading for a long time, I persuaded people to cry back.

The big boy wiped away his tears, and shouted in doubt: "Mr. Ning, shall I come back and continue recording?"

Ning Huang pretended to be okay again, and went into the room.

The big boy looked at Xia Ziyu in a panic.

Xia Ziyu said: "Don't worry about it, he's just like this, you go to rest."

Xia Ziyu was so angry that his teeth were itchy, he scolded him as soon as he entered the door and said, "Ning Huang, what a stinky thing you are."

Let her coax people, and after coaxing, she won't even say a word, and she turns around and disappears again.

Ning Huang leaned on the sofa and said lazily: "I can't speak, and he should cry again after a few words."

Xia Ziyu scolded: "You can't speak? Then you call your eldest nephew every night by heart, don't you?"

Ning Huang is not straight, but he is arrogant: "He is not Lu Chen."

Xia Ziyu was taken aback by what he said, and wondered for a long time what it meant.

In the years since Ning Huang's debut, it's not that there have been scandals, and the crazy bees and butterflies behind him have never been seen less, but it is true that he has never talked about a relationship.

Asking is because you want to be famous, you want to make money, and there is no use in dating.

But now that I think about it, even my sexual orientation is a mystery.

Xia Ziyu asked him: "Ning Huang, do you like men or women?"

Ning Huang rolled his eyes: "Why are you asking, I don't like you anyway."

Xia Ziyu thought to himself, if she hadn't asked him to make the next album, she would have picked up the microphone and hit him.

Ever since she met Ning Huang, she watched more than 1000 episodes of Conan and instantly found it useful.

113,

The text messages between Ning Huang and Xia Ziyu were intermittent and intermittent, and they chatted for a while.I really picked up such sporadic memory fragments, but they were vague and unreal, and when I thought about it carefully, I felt a headache.

Halfway through, the female star was busy with work again, so he simply didn't bother to think about it, and took a short nap on the sofa in the studio.

Around noon, the phone vibrated.

He thought it was Xia Ziyu who sent him a message, so he lazily lifted it up to read.

But it was Lu Chen who sent it.

With a trembling hand, there was a "snap", and the phone hit the door directly.

It hurts!

Unexpectedly, tears almost came out, Ning Huang jumped up from the sofa, rubbed the bridge of his nose with one hand, and clicked on the message with the other.

It is two short voice bars.

Lu Chen's voice was light and soft with a smile.

"Just slept on the plane for a while, and now it's landed."

"Today's plane meal is terrible."

Obviously he didn't say anything, Ning Huang rubbed the bridge of his nose foolishly, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.