Uncertain age difference

11

In fact, Ning Huang doesn't often go to the place where Lu Chen works.

The last time I went there was when Lu Chen's career was frustrated and he was almost dying.

Ning Huang was filming an MV nearby, but took a break halfway through the filming, and left with makeup on.

At that time, Boss Lu didn’t have much money to speak of. The company was still in a start-up building, with training on the left and online loans on the right. When the front desk made a phone call, Boss Lu would come down to pick up people.

At that time, he was the most noble-looking person in this building. He was wearing a suit and tie, and everything was ironed meticulously. When the big business comes, no one can tell that Boss Xiao Lu is going to be heavily in debt, and even ordering a takeaway will feel distressed, and he is planning to make up the order to reduce or deduct.

On the contrary, his little uncle got the clothes from the MV crew, shirt and jeans, with a ponytail, dressed like an ordinary migrant worker.

At that time Ning Huang frowned, stretched out his cuffs to him, and said, "My shirt button fell off."

When he saw it, the shirt was missing a button.

He didn't even ask why the MV crew didn't even have a button maker, so he took the little uncle to buy a sewing kit and sew buttons for the little uncle in his office.

There are only a few employees in the company, and the efficiency is not good, so everyone is slumped. Boss Lu's office is even more sloppy, but it is a small cramped room with glass walls on all sides, which looks decent. I got a boss desk and cheap leather chairs.

His little uncle laughed at him: "Are you supervising the employees, or are the employees supervising you?"

"The monkeys in the zoo are not visited by so many people."

He bowed his head to sew buttons for his little uncle, and smiled: "There used to be a roller blind to block it, but it broke down two days ago."

Money was tight, so I didn't change it.

Ning Huang's clothes were rented by the crew, and the trouser legs didn't fit well, so he asked his little uncle to sit on his desk.

Fold up the trouser legs for him, and fix two stitches with a thick thread.

absent-minded.

Only the face is still smiling, I don't know if I don't want to worry my little uncle, or I don't want my little uncle to look down on me.

Unexpectedly, Ning Huang sat on the table and said, "I heard that you are going to go bankrupt."

He said, "Yes."

Feeling ashamed again, he coughed, and said to save face, it may not be certain, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, and there may be a turning point after a while.

Ning Huang snorted softly and said, "Come back if you can't, it's not like I can't afford you."

He just laughed and said, "Okay."

Ning Huang said again: "Lu Chen, what are you pretending to do with me?"

The trouser legs are finally sewn.

As expected of Lu Xiaocao, who was well-known and famous back then, even if he was absent-minded, he still sewed neatly and beautifully.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, hugged Ning Huang's calf in a particularly hopeless way, and buried his face in the other's knee.

Ning Huang's back blocked the outside view.

He sighed embarrassingly and aggrievedly.

"Little uncle, why do I always let you see me when I am ashamed?"

"I can't even pretend to be good."

During the internship, when the family was kicked out, when he was fighting with his father, there were such ghostly times.

Ning Huang can't say good things at all, let alone comfort others.After being silent for a long time, he still didn't speak, just touched the back of his head with his hand, it was prickly, a little prickly.

Said for a long time: "Silly dog, let you have trouble with the family."

This idiot insisted on imitating him to be alone, what good would it be if he collapsed, he didn't even have anyone to complain about.

In the transparent office, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, hugging his knees.

Dim sunlight poured in from the outside of the glass, and fell on the fingertips of the little uncle rubbing his hair, like a condensed spot of light, while he stared at the little uncle's thin ankle.

He said in a muffled voice, "Even if it's not noisy, it's the same."

"Little uncle, I won't have a family."

Probably after that day, the little uncle became his family.

After overcoming the difficulties, the company moved to a bright and high-end studio, and then owned its own company building. His office is getting bigger and bigger, spacious and bright, and he can put many little uncles on the table and stuff them into himself. around.

Ning Huang shrunk inexplicably.

He signaled to his assistant to take away the processed files, buy juice and come back, and then began to peek at the little uncle playing on the computer.

I can't see it on the screen, I can only see the little uncle frowning for a while, and then unfolding it for a while.

Ning Huang searched for himself and Lu Chen's name for a while.

Ning Huang entered his name in the input box, and a bunch of people with the same name popped up on the screen, including architects, professors, novel characters, and comic protagonists, all of which had nothing to do with him.

That's normal—he's using a stage name, he just doesn't know it.

Search Lu Chen.

Photos of suits and leather shoes appeared on the homepage instantly, and countless entries popped up by the way.

An outstanding young entrepreneur with countless assets under his name, this magazine interview, that cooperation meeting.

The person in the photo stood among a group of middle-aged men. He looked extraordinarily handsome and tall, with a narrow waist and a long body, and he even wore a suit that was extraordinarily gentlemanly and elegant.

Ning Huang looked at himself for a while, and at him for a while.

Look at yourself, then at him.

The eyebrows are twisted up.

After a while, he pulled his hand and put it in his pocket, moved it reluctantly, and asked with a frown, "What have I done here before?"

Lu Chen couldn't figure out his thoughts, so he asked slowly, "For example?"

Ning Huang was silent for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back his doubts, and gently pulled his hand.

"Ever done such a thing?"

He felt embarrassed, and wanted to withdraw his hands as if they were burning.

But unexpectedly, Lu Chen hugged her whole body onto the table.

Lu Chen whispered jokingly: "You sat here last time."

Saying that, she lowered her head and rolled up the corners of his trousers for him.

Ning Huang shrunk a little, causing the original trousers to be too big, and the trousers looked a little sloppy.

When he rolled it up, he unconsciously touched his thin ankle, and Ning Huang shrank his legs uncomfortably.

Lu Chen's Adam's apple twitched.

The image that flashed through his mind was the light kiss on the ankle that was catching on.

after that.

Press in front of you.

Will scare the little uncle.

Lu Chen smiled, gently folded up the corners of his trousers, took out a safety pin from the drawer, pinned it on one left and one right for the little uncle, and tidied it up.

Taking advantage of the situation to cover up those absurd imaginations.

There will always be smart people trying to cover up their desires, covering the abyss with a thin layer of sand.

We usually call it.

trap.

Ning Huang didn't know what the person in front of him was thinking, but his ears were slightly feverish, but his eyes became serious as he thought about it.

He summarized the current information.

He has a bad mouth and a dark face, and he has a rich boyfriend at the age of 30.

Call someone's husband, kiss good night every day.

I don't have any serious business yet, so I ran to sit on the desk in the office.

Too bad, has he been corrupted by capital and taken care of by this pervert in front of him?

12

That day, the little uncle sat at the table, holding a pen and writing a diary for his future self.

Lamenting its misfortune, anger is indisputable.

You idiot, go to work now.

13

In the afternoon consultation, the doctor gave instructions for a long time, and Ning Huang's brain was buzzing. It took a long time to recover. When he came out, he asked Lu Chen faintly: "Will you die?"

Lu Chen's face darkened for a moment, and he made him pooh three times before saying no.

"The doctor said that there is no established treatment plan at present, and the condition will continue to relapse," Lu Chen explained to him in human terms, "Simply put, you may be big or small."

"But at present, the progress of the disease recovery is positively correlated with positive emotions such as happiness, joy, satisfaction, and excitement."

"That is to say, if you are in a good mood, you will recover sooner."

Ning Huang let out an "oh", thinking for a moment, this disease sounds very mysterious and unreliable.

For another moment, he thought that he had been corrupted by capital, so he couldn't be happier.

This person is still thinking about buying him clothes and a new mobile phone. This Lu Chen looks quite handsome, so why must he be taken advantage of?

Forget it, as long as you don't die.

...Thinking about it, I don't know where to go.

Lu Chen went to answer the phone, and when he came back, he found Ning Huang standing outside the piano store, staring at a guitar in a daze.

It is not an expensive style, it is a mass-produced classic model, pure black wood, smooth lines, and the strings reflect a slight cold light under the lamp.

For Ning Huang now, it is even too ordinary a guitar.

"Like?" He asked Ning Huang.

Ning Huang nodded subconsciously, then shook his head like a rattle.

But he is really not good at concealing his mind, his dark eyes reflected the guitar, constantly flashing longing and hope, when his eyes flashed, there were broken stars jumping.

Boss Lu took the lead at that time.

Buy it, you must buy it for him.

Let's put it this way, if he is asked to buy the piano store now, he will do so.

What do people make money for!Isn't it just for my wife!His wife's eyes are like this——

Last time, this look was still a hairy crab.

Regardless of his uncle's objection, Boss Lu scanned the QR code to pay in one go. When he regained his composure, the salesman came over with a guitar in his arms.

When Ning Huang thought of the conjecture about the nurturing, his head became dizzy.

"Can I return it?" Ning Huang asked.

How smart and smart the sales of the piano store must be, and he answered solemnly: "You have to bring the shopping voucher or invoice to get a refund."

"I just bought this." Ning Huang frowned.

"That's the same," the other party said seriously, "the mall has to follow the procedures."

The invoice is in Lu Chen's hands.

Ning Huang reached out to Lu Chen: "Invoice."

Lu Chen smiled without saying a word.

It seemed impossible to give it to him, Ning Huang turned his head and stuffed the guitar into his arms, and left without saying a word.

Lu Chen was not in a hurry, so he walked slowly behind his buttocks and said, "I can give it to you, but to be honest, you really don't like it?"

Ning Huang stared at the ground.

He looked at the guitar for a while, and then at Lu Chen for a while, kicking the small stones on the ground that came from nowhere.

After taking two steps, he muttered.

"I used to have one. My mother bought it for me as a birthday present."

"and after?"

"It was lost later."

There is really no thrilling story.

"On the train, I was so tired I fell asleep."

"It was stolen."

At that time, he received a very cheap commercial performance and took a green leather train to save money. He was so sleepy that he fell asleep and his guitar was stolen.

When I woke up, I couldn't find anything, and even the anger seemed to be like raising a fist and slamming into the air.

I didn't have the money to buy the same style, so I went shopping for second-hand other brands.

Lu Chen didn't speak, put the invoice into his hand, and gave him the guitar.

Ning Huang held the invoice, touched and touched the guitar in his arms, and rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground. He lowered his head and said for a long time, "I don't want to return it. I will pay you back later, okay?"

He felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't bear to part with this guitar.

Lu Chen said, "Okay."

Ning Huang secretly glanced at Lu Chen.

There is no look of ridicule, as if there is only trust and intimacy.

The hanging self-esteem was barely preserved.

He pursed his lips and smiled, unconsciously rubbing the base of his slightly hot ear with his right hand.

The hedgehog-like boy whispered, "Thank you, Lu Chen."

Lu Chen's hand was about to move.

I want to rub the top of my little uncle's head.

14

Before he could buy anything that night, Ning Huang rushed home in a hurry, touched and touched the guitar, sat on the balcony, and played the piano all night.

Lu Chen baked matcha biscuits and squeezed orange juice as an admission fee for a private concert.

Lu Chen arranged the terrace very comfortably. There are simple musical instruments placed here by his uncle, bookshelves he reads in his spare time, green plants he planted, and showers for watering.

They used to sit here and chat a lot.

At that time, Lu Chen always talked a little more.

Talk about my college courses and classmates, talk about the new dishes that I made according to the video but overturned the car, talk about the spray to remove mildew in the bathroom, and later, talk about my colleagues and company, and talk about the unreliable Party A or Party B.

His little uncle always listened carefully, and would drag his chin and laugh when he heard something interesting, and would joke eccentrically, but he seldom mentioned himself.

Maybe it's because everyone is only interested in themselves, and no one wants to understand, or maybe it's just that the little uncle is used to listening, and no one talks.

But that night Ning Huang said a lot, and after saying a few words, a few tunes popped up, and he couldn't suppress his smile.

Talking nonsense until it was time to go to bed, Ning Huang looked at him, then suddenly paused, frowned, and spoke with great difficulty, saying that, can you still sleep tonight.

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Ning Huang coughed, trying to hold up his cold black face, and said, "You lower your head."

Lu Chen lowered his head, and met the serious and somewhat tangled eyes.

"I just kissed you because of my habit. The guitar money will be returned to you quickly."

Ning Huang warned himself solemnly in his heart: Even if he may have fallen at the age of 30, he can't just make mistakes.

He just fulfilled his duty.

Lu Chen's eyes were shocked. Although the tone sounded wrong, it was the first time that the little uncle offered to kiss him.

Want to kiss him!

Uncle would never say such a thing.

"understood."

Lu Chen couldn't hold back his fishy smile anymore.

Close your eyes obediently, looking forward to the kiss from your little uncle.

next moment.

A cold voice sounded in his ear.

"Lu Chen."

"Why didn't I know that you still have the potential to be a kidnapper?"