Uncertain age difference

133.

Ning Huang was driven to the guest room by Lu Chen to sleep that night, and said in a muffled voice, don't infect him.

Ning Huang ignored him at all, and lazily fell on the bed, humming softly: "I've been in the car for so long, I've even kissed him on the mouth, I've already caught the infection."

Lu Chen said: "No, you go to the guest room."

Ning Huang just pretended not to hear.

Unexpectedly, Boss Lu, who was ill, picked up his back collar like a chick, and just like that, lifted the 34-year-old Ning Huang out of the door, and closed the door in front of him with a "snap".

Standing in front of the door, Ning Huang was dumbfounded.

His eldest nephew has gone against the sky, even dared to carry him around, and shut him out of the bedroom door at his house.

Also, isn't he sick? Where does this strength come from?

He knocked on the door twice and said, "Lu Chen, come out fucking, or you're finished."

"I'll count to three," he said coldly, "one...two..."

"Three" is not finished.

I saw the door open.

Lu Chen stuffed his mobile phone, a big fried egg and a pillow into his arms, and said slowly: "The pillows in the guest room are a bit short, and the spare quilt is in the closet."

"Little uncle, I'm a patient now, you have to be gentle with me."

After speaking, the door closed again.

Before closing the door, he said "good night" to him in a solemn and gentle manner.

Ning Huang was holding a big fried egg and a pillow, and his back molars were grinding for a long time. He wanted to keep knocking on the door, but when he thought of Lu Chen's words about being sick, he put his hand down again, looked at the fried egg in his hand, and then looked at it again. Looking at the pillow, he swallowed his anger and walked to the guest room.

Ning Huang had never suffered this kind of grievance at the hands of his boss Lu, and spread the quilt for himself with fire on his head.

The quilt in the guest room was also washed clean. The quilt cover was a soft cotton cloth carefully selected by Lu Chen, but after being placed in the closet for too long, it did not have the familiar smell of incense, but a little wood smell.It's not unpleasant, but there is an inexplicable sense of coldness.

There was also a big dog wearing a chef's hat on the bed. It was purchased online when he lost his memory. It should have been delivered to his home not long ago, and his aunt helped put it on.

The more he looked at the dog, the more stupid he felt, so he went up and punched it.

Then he lay down on the bed with a "plop".

He heard the phone vibrate.

Lu Chen told him: "It's cold, remember to cover the quilt with two layers."

He snorted coldly, pressed two words on the phone for a long time, and said, "No."

There was silence for a long time, and he sent him a message: "Little uncle, be more mature."

He took a photo of the big dog doll and said, "Did you see it? My next boyfriend, the one that I can accompany/sleep with."

Boss Lu showed that he was typing for a long time, and finally said: 'I will grill it tomorrow. '

Ning Huang sneered, and asked in his soul: "Boss Lu, do you think you are very mature now?"

It's okay to have a fever and become childish, but there are still fearless people who commit crimes while sick.

The more Ning Huang looked at the big dog doll, the more unpleasant it became. He thought that he must have lost his mind, and insisted on buying it back to embarrass himself.

Throw the phone aside.

After a while, I picked it up again, and sent him a message, saying, "Tell Assistant An that you don't want to go to the company tomorrow, and take a good rest if you catch a cold."

Lu Chen replied, "OK".

Ning Huang turned off the light and couldn't fall asleep until his eyes got used to the darkness, but his heart was still empty.

Staring at the raindrops falling continuously on the window again in a daze.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

——The old hooligan invited him to make a voice call.

134.

The two people who insisted on talking on the mobile phone across a room were somewhat stupid.

Ning Huang muttered like this, but he still picked it up, listening to Lu Chen's sticky and stupid words, scolding Lu Chen for kicking him out by the way.

"I haven't had a cold for many years," Boss Lu said softly, "The last time was in college, and the next time was in middle school."

"At that time, I was looking forward to catching a cold every day. As a result, I caught a cold once in the six years of junior high school and high school."

Ning Huang leaned against the wall and listened to his gossip: "What do you want to catch a cold?"

He said honestly: "If you are sick, you don't have to go to school."

Ning Huang asked: "Aren't you a good student?"

Lu Chen on the other side of the voice gave a low laugh and said, "Not all good students like to go to school."

The voice was hoarse and hoarse when he was sick, and it was always too gentle and pleasant.

Ning Huang had prepared a lot of cursing words, but they just disappeared.

The night was dark, but cold.

Lu Chen slowly sat up on the bed, under the slight heat, his will seemed to be melting slowly.

He smiled and said, did I tell you, the homeroom teacher was a friend of my parents at that time, so although my parents were not in the Jianghu, my every move was always under surveillance.

Staying at school, I always feel out of breath.

Stay home and at least have peace while your parents are away on business.

His class teacher is a harsh and cruel teacher, who was a perfect match with his parents in the era when he believed in wolf parents and tiger mothers.

So those strange little things, reading extracurricular books in class, gossiping with the neighbor table, and coming back late from lunch break to play.

From the teacher to his parents, they can exaggerate and make the whole family restless.

He absolutely hated his parents coming back from a business trip.

His house, which was clean and peaceful, could be stormy in an instant.

He hated his father stepping on the floor without taking off his shoes, smashing his favorite cup when he was angry, and commenting condescendingly on his every move.

He hated his mother repeating what he heard from the teacher one by one, and then secretly turned his bookshelf backpack into a mess.

Lu Chen stopped arguing, lowered his eyes, and waited meekly for the wind to pass.

When it came to the college entrance examination, I temporarily changed my choice, applied for a major that my parents didn't like, and changed the university and city I applied for.

can escape.

—Only this one thought.

135.

The escaped war will always face the day.

It was not long after Ning Huang's concert in his twenties, and when he went home to recover from illness, he took care of Ning Huang at home for two consecutive days.

In fact, Ning Huang had recovered from the repeated fever at that time, but the follow-up symptoms of the cold were still there, and he could not stop the runny nose and cough, and even frowned from the pain of swallowing.

Ning Huang's manager at that time was in a hurry, and when he came to see him, he repeatedly emphasized, saying: "The throat is the capital, so don't cough it up."

"Be patient, if the vocal cord is damaged, it will be a big problem."

Ning Huang just glared at him, and opened his mouth hoarsely: "Is it my fucking pleasure to cough?"

After saying a word, he coughed a series of times, the voice sounded heart-piercing, but he couldn't help cursing: "It's been a few days, why not hurry up and give me a knife."

The agent didn't dare to let him talk anymore, saying, ancestor, you shut up and have a good rest.

Ning Huang also knew the seriousness, so he didn't speak again.

He sent the agent downstairs.

The manager gave him thousands of warnings all the way, and said, "If it really doesn't work, I'll send him to the hospital to hang water. Ning Huang has just started to improve, and the vocal cords really can't be hurt."

"...I watched him get up. It's not easy to get to where he is today. Don't let anything happen to him."

"He's rough-hearted and doesn't care about himself, so he just listens to your words a little bit more. Take care of him."

He said, "Okay."

The manager just got into the car and left.

He turned his head, but bumped into a familiar face, he was stunned, and then said: "Mom...why are you here?"

At that time, he had a fierce fight with his father, and he even said the word of breaking off the relationship, but he still couldn't say anything serious to his mother.

His mother never beat him.

At that time, she was the one who taught him how to do housework and cooking, and she was the one who peeked at his diary page by page. Such a child" is also her.

She once looked at him with stern and disappointed eyes, and said to him, Chenchen, mother is very disappointed in you.

These words used to be engraved on his spine, and every move he made that was different from his parents' expectations was named disappointment.

And now.

She didn't seem to be as majestic and beautiful as she remembered, and she was a little older.

The mother probably heard the conversation between him and the agent, she looked ugly and hesitated, and said for a long time: "I don't worry about you, just come and see."

Lu Chen said, "I'm fine."

Mother didn't speak, and said for a while, "The angry thing you said to your father last time..."

He said: "I'm not angry, I told my dad before, I will provide for you in the future, do all the duties that a son should do, tell me what is lacking, I will do what I can, but... Leave me alone, really."

Her face became serious, and she said for a long time: "Chenchen, tell me the truth, are you talking to that Ning Huang..."

Lu Chen cut her off: "Mom, it's nothing, really."

He still remembered the manager's words in his mind.

Ning Huang finally got up, don't let anything happen again.

Mother said for a while: "Chenchen, did we control you too strictly when you were studying, which made you rebellious?"

"We were just trying to do your best."

"It has nothing to do with this," Lu Chen said softly, "Strict or not, all I like are men."

"Mom, I'm in my twenties, why can't you believe that I know what I want?"

Mother was silent for a long time, but she still didn't go around after all: "Ning Huang..."

"I do not like him."

Lu Chen said, "Mom, I told you many times on the phone that I don't like him."

"Don't pull on him, will you?"

He said the truth, but no one believed it, so he learned to speak against his will.

Especially in front of his own parents, what he is best at is to pretend to lie calmly.

The mother's face changed, and she looked behind him.

He understood what was going on almost immediately, and he was terribly cold all over, but he didn't dare to turn around.

He heard the hoarse voice, usually fierce and fearless, polite and appropriate at this moment, speaking to his mother.

Long time no see, I didn't know you were here.

It turned out that the little uncle could speak polite words. He said to his mother, I have a cold, and it is not convenient to entertain you. There is a good Cantonese restaurant downstairs. Let Lu Chen take you to try it.

As he spoke, he coughed more violently.

The mother talked politely with Ning Huang in a dry voice.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if he could grab something, but the empty palm made him terribly afraid.

He lowered his head, not daring to let his mother see anything from his expression, but he was afraid that Ning Huang would not be able to see anything.

But I heard Ning Huang walk up to him, and slowly said: "You sent the manager down and didn't come back, I'll come and see you."

He finally turned his head back, but he lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyes to see Ning Huang's expression, and it was extremely difficult to even pronounce every word.

He called him: "...little uncle."

Ning Huang pressed his shoulder.

That hand made his eyes sore for the first time.

Ning Huang stood beside him with a hoarse and gentle voice.

他 说:

"Lu Chen, it's okay."

"come back earlier."