Uncertain age difference

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This sleep lasted until noon, and it was rare for Lu Chen to sleep late.

When he woke up, he felt that someone was secretly pinching his face and poking his furrowed brow.

But open your eyes.

Ning Huang was serious, holding his notes and reading.

He called him: "Little uncle."

His voice was still hoarse in the morning.

Ning Huang remained motionless, pretending to concentrate, but his ears were slightly pink.

He couldn't help laughing inwardly, hugged him as soon as he turned over, and complained: "Why don't you wake me up, the sun is drying my ass."

Ning Huang then said, sleep a little longer if you want to sleep, what are you doing when you get up so early.

He dragged Ning Huang back to bed together.

The sun is just right, making people lazily unwilling to refuse.Ning Huang closed the notebook and squeezed into the pile with him.

He didn't expose him, so he asked slowly, "Don't you remember what you wrote?"

Ning Huang muttered, "The more you look at it, the more stupid you become."

Even though he said so, there was some nostalgia and a smile in his eyes.

Lu Chen put his arms around his waist and said, "Show me?"

Ning Huang slapped him and said, "Don't even think about it."

"If you dare to look at it, I will chop you up and make dumplings."

Lu Chen thought to himself, there are people who can make dumplings after chopping him up. The little uncle can't even make up noodles, so he can eat dumplings.

But still hug the person comfortably and continue to talk about irrelevant gossip.

"Is it okay to wake up so late?"

Ning Huang said it's okay, the tutor didn't have to follow the recording all day.

Besides, it was enough to come here for a day during the co-sleeping period. I recorded the material for several days with them, so why don't I rest with my family members?

Lu Chen smiled: "I'm considered the mentor's family?"

"if not?"

Laying in bed is contagious, Ning Huang is unwilling to get up, it is contagious to Lu Chen, and Lu Chen infects him back.

The sun sprinkled delicious seasonings on the two slackers on the bed, and through the glass window, it baked a nostalgic sweet fragrance.

Ning Huang turned around for a long while, and finally asked him: "What did you dream about? You kept frowning and talking in your sleep."

Lu Chen thought for a while, and really remembered something from his dream, and said, "Uncle, do you remember your first concert?"

Ning Huang let out a "huh" and said, "Is that when I had a fever?"

"Do you still remember?" Lu Chen asked.

"Can't you remember," Ning Huang muttered, "Everyone almost disappeared."

He went up and sang the entire concert with a low fever. There were more than 20 songs in the whole concert, and he even changed six or seven sets of outfits and clothes.

It was also his first concert at that time. It was a lively show, and there were a lot of stage effects like spraying water, fire, and dry ice, but in the end it was all tormenting himself.

During the performance, it was all supported by the effects of injections and medicines. When I came down, I was completely disabled. I fell on the sofa and didn't get up.

In a daze, people were sent to the hospital. After the injection during the day, the fever flared up again at night.

After going back and forth for several days, when it was time to go home to recuperate, Lu Chen insisted on not going to school for two days in order to take care of him.

Do you still remember this?

Lu Chen said, "Actually, I went there the day you performed."

"That's right, I want to bring you something to eat."

Ning Huang let out an "oh", without revealing any surprised expression.

Lu Chen felt that something was wrong, looked up at him, and said, "...you know?"

Ning Huang gave him a white look, and said, "Standing there stupidly holding a thermos bucket in heavy snow, it's hard not to see."

Lu Chen let out a muffled laugh.

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In fact, he even remembered how Lu Chen stuffed the thermos to the staff.

At that time, I was sick and dizzy, and when I looked up and saw Lu Chen, I almost thought that I was sicker, and asked the assistant, "If I am hallucinating, can I still go on stage?"

In the end, the assistant was so frightened that he quickly gave him another antipyretic and said, "What hallucination did you see?"

"I saw..." While drinking water and taking medicine, he suddenly paused and said, "Forget it, wait a while."

He chased after Lu Chen in the direction he left, and ran into a staff member who was holding two big insulated buckets. He was still chatting there, saying that the child looks really good-looking now, and that handsome guy just now is qualified enough to enter the entertainment circle. up.

The thermos looked familiar, so he asked for it.

Carried to the backstage, took out everything, porridge, porridge, water, brought side dishes, and set up a small half of the table steaming.

He can't eat anything when he has a cold, but he can't really taste good or bad.

Just swallowing slowly one mouthful at a time, the stomach and intestines became warmer, and it seemed that the person also became warmer.

Xia Ziyu was the guest he invited that day. He came to see him and saw that he had eaten, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "Your assistant said that he hadn't eaten all day, so he came to ask me to rescue the soldiers, and surprised me."

Although the singer was in good condition when he came on stage on an empty stomach, Ning Huang's current state would definitely not last the entire concert on an empty stomach.

Suddenly he saw two big thermoses on the side, and said, "Where did this come from? Aunt gave it?"

Ning shook his head, not feeling sad, and said, "She said she won't come today, and someone at home over there has caught a cold, so she can't leave."

Xia Ziyu's heart sank, but he smiled and changed his guess: "That was given by your eldest nephew?"

He nodded.

"What about people?"

"gone."

To be precise, he ran away.

Seeing him is like a chick seeing an eagle, throwing down the thermos and running away.

——I don’t know if the words at the beginning are too serious.

Xia Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and said, "Leave? Why don't you stay, anyway, it's the first concert, and let people leave after a meal."

He didn't have the energy to argue with her, so he said, "Don't worry about it."

Xia Ziyu hesitated for a moment, maybe he had already guessed something, and said: "Ning Huang, why don't you call the person back, there is someone of your own in the audience, and the feeling is still different."

After thinking about it, he finally shook his head and said, "Let's go, forget it."

"I called him back, but he wasn't in the mood to watch the concert, so I'll make him worry all night, worrying that I'll die of illness on stage."

Xia Ziyu then said, Ning Huang, even if you die today, it is not from illness, but from suffocation.

He said, "That's what I'm willing to do, so it's up to you."

Xia Ziyu wanted to persuade him again, but when he turned his head, he saw him eating porridge sickly with his head down, but there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he couldn't say anything anymore, and said, "Okay, okay, at least eat."

Ning Huang's cell phone rang.

She said, "Your eldest nephew again? What did you say?"

Ning Huang said, "Wish me good luck."

He pressed the phone slowly and answered him.

"it is good."

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Later, when the two of them lay on the bed until their stomachs growled, they reluctantly got up.

Boss Lu looked everywhere for his belt that was thrown away by his uncle.

Ning Huang reluctantly looked for the clothes he had worn.

Leather coats, overalls, neck rings, boots.

In the next moment, he will ride a motorcycle and go out to fight in a handsome suit.

Looking at one piece of silence and one piece of silence, his brows are erected, and he really wants to persuade himself after amnesia to be good.

It can be put on, but it is a little tight. People in their thirties always feel a little silly.

Then he greeted Boss Lu: "If you have a clean shirt, lend me one.

Boss Lu picked out a light gray one from his neat suitcase and gave it to him.

Ning Huang rolled up his sleeves, hanging loosely on his wrists.The collar button was unbuttoned several times, and it was equipped with a silver hanging chain. When the ponytail was pulled up with hands, the neck looked white and slender, and the boyfriend's shirt was dressed openly, elegantly and beautifully.

Lu Chen just took out his belt from under the bed, when he looked up, he saw Ning Huang wearing his shirt, sitting by the bed, biting a rubber band, fighting against the ponytail.

The heartstrings seemed to be gently pulled.

Ning Huang glared at her and said, "What are you looking at, come over and help tie your hair."

He went over stupidly.

Another glance: "You take the belt and tie it for me?"

He just let go foolishly.

He stood there, taking over Ning Huang's hair, and Ning Huang took over his belt.

He said, "Turn around first."

Ning Huang was studying his belt, and said casually, "Just tie it like this."

The two of them faced each other and went about their business.

The belt buckle is quite cumbersome, Ning Huang studied for a long time, and finally figured out how to buckle the belt, so he couldn't help but dislike him: "What kind of thing is this, why did you buy such a complicated one?"

Boss Lu: "...you chose."

Ning Huang turned his face and refused to recognize anyone: "Is it me?"

"Isn't it too late to pretend to be amnesia?" He said with a smile, "You bought it after looking at it in the mall. The button is their brand patent, and I studied it for a long time."

"Oh," Ning Huang said resentfully, and put the belt buckle through the hole for him again, and began to direct him: "Boss Lu, breathe in and draw in your stomach."

He said helplessly, "Little uncle, I don't have a beer belly, so I don't need to inhale."

Ning Huang buckled it up for him, and snorted softly: "I don't have a sense of humor, practice and practice, just in case I have it later."

"Not in the future." Lu Chen said, "...Can't you expect me to order?"

There is no one who is looking forward to a boyfriend with a beer belly.

Ning Huang just laughed, and Lu Chen pressed his shoulders, and said in a warm voice not to move, I've been stuck here for a long time, and I've made trouble.

So the slender fingers shuttled through the soft broken hair, and the faint citrus tone on the clothes were all entangled and melted together.

Ning Huang sat there obediently, not knowing what to think.

"It's done."

Boss Lu let go with a sense of accomplishment, thinking that his ponytail-tying technique has improved a lot, and he can already pull out a little bit of loose hair for styling.

Ning Huang raised his head and said, "Lu Chen, the porridge you cooked on the day of the concert... I drank it."

Lu Chen was taken aback for a moment, and let go of his hand.

The gentle phoenix eyes stared at him blankly.

Ning Huang was a little embarrassed, and didn't dare to meet his eyes, but still pursed his lips, and said slowly: "That day Xia Ziyu asked me to call you back, but I didn't."

"...Thinking about it now, I regret it a bit."