Uncertain age difference

136.

He had a very dull meal with his mother that day.

It was already night when I got home, and I stood in front of my little uncle's house, took a deep breath many times, and hesitated to take out the key to open the door.

He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't know if he had a position to explain it.

The only remaining courage is that the little uncle told him, it's all right, come back early.

—He can still go back to this house.

He pushed open the door and saw Ning Huang wrapped in a blanket, watching TV in the corner of the sofa. It seemed to be news about people's livelihood. It was nothing more than a leak in a water pipe or a fight between a couple.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, and let out a slight cough from time to time.The little braid tied up on the back of his head also trembled.

Against the background of the late night on the living room terrace, it is like a cold and lonely painting.

Hearing the sound of him opening the door, he put out the cigarette in the ashtray and said, "Open the window to let the smell out."

The ashtray was littered with four or five cigarette butts. The little uncle had a very small addiction to smoking and had quit for a long time. He hadn't smelled such a smell at home for a long time.

He did as he did, closed the window, and then walked carefully in front of the little uncle, and stood still about one meter away.

He has never felt that his two hands are so clumsy and redundant, and he doesn't even know where to put them.

When he finally spoke, he whispered, "Little uncle, you can't smoke when you have a cold."

Ning Huang let out an "oh".

He also said: "Especially when you are still coughing, you can't touch cigarettes. When the manager came downstairs, he told me for a long time, just because I was afraid that something would happen to your throat..."

Ning Huang lowered his head, did not speak, his eyes were cold and tired,

He couldn't go on.

Ning Huang seemed to realize that he was leaving him alone, pursed his lips, finally sighed, and said, "Come here."

He leaned over cautiously.

Ning Huang asked him, "What did you eat?"

He whispered that he ate dry fried beef, boiled chicken, and a vegetable, but he couldn't remember the name.

Ning Huang said: "Just a few dishes, are you full?"

"No appetite," he said.

The living room fell silent again, leaving only the endless words of the TV host.

He said with difficulty: "little uncle, you said it, let me come back early."

He covered Ning Huang's hand, as if he warmed his hand every time he hung up the needle.

Like catching driftwood.

Ning Huang closed his eyes, finally raised his hand, and carelessly ruffled his hair.

It's like rubbing a big, downhearted, wary dog.

It took a long time before he said softly, "It turns out that my nickname is Chen Chen."

He said "hmm".

Ning Huang thought for a long time, then repeated: "Chen Chen."

I don't know if it's because of a cold, but the voice is too low and gentle.

He used to be afraid of this title, but just because of this moment, he fell in love with it again.

He rubbed against Ning Huang's palm, but finally got the courage to bury his head in the other's neck.

It was obviously a faint smell of smoke that he didn't like very much, but it was so reassuring.

Ning Huang muttered: "It's enough to rub it for a while, it's not over... I smell like cigarettes."

He said hopelessly, "little uncle, don't drive me away."

Ning Huang rubbed the back of his head, coughed for a while, and then said, "I won't drive you away."

"I told you to come back."

A long time passed like this, Ning Huang said.

"Lu Chen, your mother is pretty enough."

"Why do you look better than your mother?"

He just laughed sullenly.

Laughing like you're about to cry.

"Little uncle, you are the prettiest."

"real."

"...It's very beautiful."

It's easy to fall in love with it at a glance.

The more I look, the more I like it.

137.

Raindrops in the middle of the night, a toddler.

Take a step, fall.

Da da da, da da, da da, da da.

Ning Huang leaned on the big dog doll, hugged the soft fried egg, and listened to the elder nephew talking about the old things sentence by sentence.

On the other side of the call, Lu Chen said softly, "Little uncle, I was lying at that time..."

"...I know." Ning Huang said.

Ning Huang lazily stretched his waist, and said, "Boss Lu, the little girl you were when you were young is not so hard to guess."

Lu Chen was on the phone and asked in a muffled voice, "Really?"

Ning Huang stared out of the window for a while, but still couldn't pretend, he sneered: "I can guess, but I still have no idea."

At that time, he could guess the reason why Lu Chen didn't like that sentence.

But there's no guarantee that it wasn't a feel-good illusion.

The biggest illusion in the world is nothing more than the fact that the person I have a crush on secretly also likes me silently.

He smoked on the sofa for a long time, the dusk that day was very dark, sitting there, he felt more and more like a lonely old man left behind.

He kept thinking whether Lu Chen would come back.

He also thought, if he directly expressed something to Lu Chen, would Lu Chen be scared away by him.

Ning Huang poked the fried egg unconsciously with his hand, and said slowly: "Lu Chen, I am older than you, I let you live in my house, and I will pay you living expenses."

"If I tell you not to move...does it look like a single old man plotting against you?"

He was afraid that Lu Chen would have no idea about him, so he ran away overnight with his suitcase.

He refused to use even the living expenses he gave.

Lu Chen was on the other side of the phone, and asked softly for a while: "Then, little uncle, can you tell me now."

"...Did you like me back then?"

Ning Huang unconsciously hugged the fried egg in his hand.

Silence for a long time.

After a long time, Lu Chen said with a smile: "If you didn't like me at that time, it would be fine."

"I was so stupid back then that I couldn't speak."

He was even a little lucky.

Awkward, inferior, clumsy, and even a word of liking cannot be expressed honestly.

At that time, it was better for Ning Huang to like anyone than him.

He heard the rapid patter of raindrops.

A fall hurts more than a fall.

But I heard Ning Huang say in a low voice:

"like."

call ended.

Lu Chen was silent for a long time.

I don't understand how there is such a happy and sad answer.

138.

late at night.

Ning Huang finally pushed open the door of the master bedroom and walked in lightly.

Lu Chen on the bed was already asleep, holding his mobile phone, covered with two layers of quilts, his dark temple hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his cheeks and temples, his eyes were closed, his pale lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was even and calm.

He reached out and touched Lu Chen's forehead.

Fortunately, the fever has subsided.

Ning Huang finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the thermos cup by the bedside that he had already drank most of, took another cup of warm water, and gently placed it on the bedside table.

Suddenly he was grabbed by the wrist.

Lu Chen himself didn't know if he was asleep or awake, and he was talking in a daze.

"Uncle, I'm sorry."

Ning Huang pressed on the forehead.

He fell asleep again in a daze.

"Fool."

Ning Huang muttered something, but finally couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, leaned down, and let his hair fall on Lu Chen's cheek.

The lips are also lightly stamped.

Whisper softly: "Chenchen, good night."

I don't know if I heard it, but the brows that were furrowed in Lu Chen's dream finally slowly unfolded.

Ning Huang gently lifted a corner of the quilt and got in by himself.

The comforter is very soft.

The rain stopped.

137.

When the sun shines into the room.

Lu Chen rubbed his eyes in a daze.

The throat is still uncomfortable, but it seems that the fever has disappeared.

Turning over, he found a familiar figure lying on his side with his back to him.

He was stunned for a moment, with a helpless look on his face, but he showed a smirk again, lazily pressed over him, not daring to hug him too tightly, and he gently wrapped his arms around the person.

Said: "Little uncle, why are you still sneaking into the bed?"

"There are only two people in the family. What if the infection is transmitted to you?"

But he saw that his little uncle's ears were burnt into pink silently and quickly.

Lu Chen almost couldn't hold back, and wanted to take a sip secretly.

"……you……"

"Ok?"

"It's not that you don't like me."

Ning Huang suddenly muttered.

Lu Chen froze for a moment.

After carefully looking at the little uncle's eyebrows and eyes, he realized something was wrong.

——This is the shrunken, green face.

But it seems a little different.

Ning Huang sat up with his head on his back, frowned, and muttered: "...Cheng Xinran...Linglong Bamian...No, these things happened a while ago."

"...Lu Chen, has your mother been here?"

Lu Chen said, "That was a few years ago."

"I chatted with you last night."

He had a headache, so he tapped his head lightly: "That means I remembered many things again."

Sadness, tenderness, joy, many, many, are related to the person in front of me.

It was the first time that such a large amount of memories flooded in, making the little hedgehog dizzy and itchy with hatred, but he couldn't help himself.

Lu Chen asked: "Uncle, when do you remember now?"

Ning Huang pursed his lips and looked up at him.

"Until you say you don't like me."

Even if he knew it might not be the truth, but the moment he heard it he didn't like it.

The heart still constricted violently and clearly for a moment.

As if being grabbed by something.

The little hedgehog watched him for a long time, and finally bit him fiercely on the shoulder.

Putting [-]% of his strength on his teeth, Lu Chen gasped subconsciously, but rubbed his hair again.

The little hedgehog said fiercely and aggrieved, Lu Chen, what are you doing.

But she looked up and wanted to kiss him again.

"Crack." There was a soft sound.

Predicted by Lu Chen, he covered his mouth tightly with his palm.

Lu Chen covered his mouth and said solemnly: "It's okay to bite, but not to kiss."

"I've said it all," Lu Chen said with a soft smile, his eyes crooked, "I'm afraid I'll infect you with a cold."

138.

34-year-old notes:

The eldest nephew became more and more disobedient.

18-year-old approval:

obedient?

Who are you talking about? 【Showing teeth and dancing claws to confuse villains】