Uncertain age difference

139.

In the end Ning Huang bit his hand viciously, and rushed out of the room with a cold face.

after awhile.

Wrapped in the wind again, rushing back with a "deng, deng, deng".

He bumped into Lu Chen's slender white hand with well-defined knuckles, holding a pair of soft pajama pants.

It was changed before going to bed last night. It was the same set as the pajamas he was wearing. It was made of cotton fabric with a white background and small geometric patterns intertwined with light blue and gray. From a distance, it looked like light and soft floral flowers.

Lu Chen was sitting by the bed, looking at him intently with a smile in his eyes.

Yes...he sleeps without pants on.

So I rushed out with bare legs.

He snatched the trousers again, lowered his head and put them on cursingly. He raised his legs to leave, but Lu Chen grabbed his wrist again and said slowly, "Put on the slippers, the ground is cold."

He muttered and stepped on the slippers, raised his legs and was about to leave again, but was pulled back and bumped into Lu Chen.

He stood between Lu Chen's knees, stared at him condescendingly, and hummed coldly: "What are you doing?"

Lu Chen said, "Don't move."

As he spoke, his fingertips climbed onto the buttons of his pajamas, and without any movement, the buttons came loose from the buttonholes.

Ning Huang's ears burned quickly, he pressed his hand violently, grinned and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

Lu Chen frowned and said, "The buttons are buttoned wrong."

……It really is.

Ning Huang looked down and saw a row of buckles.

It is estimated that when his memory was normal, he randomly buckled it before going to bed, and didn't care whether it was strung or not, or he didn't bother to care if it was strung, that's it.

But after amnesia, the embarrassment was so embarrassing that smoke was blowing from the top of his head, he forced his momentum, slapped his hand away with a cold snort, and said, "Don't I have long hands?"

Tell others that you don't like him, and he won't give him a kiss, but you can do it yourself if you say it.

...Besides, I called and said I missed him.

The more the little hedgehog thought about it, the more he felt ashamed.

How could it be so unfair.

Lu Chen let go of his hand and said with a smile, "You do it yourself."

He bowed his head and buttoned the button again.

Starting from the top, untie two, align, and re-fasten one.

Then untie...

Facing Lu Chen's calm and smiling eyes.

He was so close to Lu Chen that the back of his hand almost touched the tip of his nose. He found a small, faint brown mole under his third button, facing Lu Chen's caramel-colored eyes.

Suddenly he stopped.

The sunlight and the air seemed to have turned into a warm and substantive liquid, boiling his stupid frog very hot.

Lu Chen smiled lightly.

"What a joke." Ning Huang said.

But his Adam's apple moved, but he refused to show timidity in front of him, and the movements of his fingertips inevitably became clumsy.

One.

Another one.

Every time a small section of skin was exposed from the curved fabric, but Lu Chen only stared at his eyes.

"...Okay." His confidence has dissipated without a trace.

Lu Chen asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

He said, "Whatever."

Lu Chen said: "There should be some crab sticks in the refrigerator. Do you want to cook noodles or sandwich them?"

Ning Huang whispered, sandwiches.

Lu Chen said, "Okay", stepped on the slippers slowly, and thought about asking his aunt to prepare the ingredients when he was away.

Simple eggs, tomatoes and cucumbers should be available.

The little uncle didn't run out of chicken breasts last night either.

Ning Huang suddenly remembered something, frowned and asked, "Aren't you sick?"

Lu Chen rubbed his hair and said, "It's okay, the fever has subsided, and I will take you to the hospital for reexamination after eating."

Ning Huang followed behind him.

frowning.

He opened his mouth.

closed.

He opened his mouth again.

Closed again.

Finally kicked Lu Chen's heel.

Said: "Go out and eat."

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing.

After a while, he said, yes.

140.

Finally, on the way to the hospital, I found a mobile stall to eat.

Pancake fruit, no green onion or coriander, two eggs, and a completely unhealthy fried starch sausage.

Lu Chen wanted to sigh when he saw it.

Glared at by Ning Huang, he swallowed his words, bought one himself, and returned to the car while eating.

It was recognized on the road.

A fan asked him in a low voice, "Is it Teacher Ning Huang?"

The little hedgehog panicked, but suddenly remembered that the episode of the mask-off program should have been broadcast yesterday.

During the time when Lu Chen was on a business trip, Cheng Xinran's affairs had been in trouble for several days. At first, it was about program and song copyrights, but later it was related to tax evasion, and Cheng Xinran's private suppression of newcomers and finding gunmen to write songs over the years. Things went up.

Immediately following, Ning Huang's condition was exposed.

The show airs.

When he was 34 years old, he didn't take this matter to heart, and when he lost his memory, he was caught off guard. When someone called Teacher Ning, he felt very embarrassed, and pretended to be dragged and said, "Yes."

The fans were much more excited than him, eagerly took out a pen and paper from the bag, and said, "Can you sign me?"

Brother Xiaoku's ears were even more feverish, he frowned and wrote the word Gou Climbing on the paper, Ning Huang.

The latter word was almost spelled wrong by others.

I found Lu Chen snickering beside me.

The roots of the ears are even redder.

The fan said: "I have heard all of your songs, and I have cycled through the list several times..."

Ning Huang was so excited that he added a little star behind his signature.

The fan said again: "I also listened to Linglong Bamian, I really like it, just after the show was released, I played that version six or seven times | nine times, I believe you..."

Ning Huang started to draw a villain behind her signature.

A fan said: "You really get smaller when you're sick, so cute..."

Ning Huang's pen paused.

Draw a bad face for the villain.

Said: "Take it, it's signed."

The fans left happily, and several of them had already gathered nearby.

The corners of Ning Huang's mouth were so raised that he couldn't hold it down, he stood where he was and happily signed for someone.

After four or five signings, I felt that something was wrong. More and more people began to ask each other who he was, and they pressed their phones to take pictures of him.

He looked up at Lu Chen, who was standing quietly beside him.

He hurriedly put down his pen and said, "Sorry, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Leaving behind a group of sighing voices, he pulled Lu Chen's wrist and left, running back to the car.

Lu Chen drove a certain distance before stopping.

Sitting in the driver's seat, looking at him with a smile.

He said angrily, "Just watch."

Lu Chen smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you."

Of course happy.

The vanity that had been unknown for many years was satisfied in one go.

Walking on the street, he was recognized by everyone. From a young hedgehog, he became an inflated balloon hedgehog, and he was very happy.

Ning Huang's ears were still red, he turned his head to look out the window, and muttered, "I didn't mean that."

"...You still have a cold."

Just stood there and watched, without telling him.

He wants to be happy to sign there all afternoon, and he stands behind him all afternoon?

Lu Chen gave a soft "um" and said softly, it's not like you won't come back.

Ning Huang was speechless.

After a while, he said, "You idiot."

Lu Chen just laughed.

Say, you said that.

twenties.

When my little uncle was at his hottest,

Exactly the same words.

141

Soon after the first concert, Ning Huang became popular.

He looks good, his career is growing, and he has a few popular songs, and he is recognized wherever he goes.

The time to go to the wine shop with his head down is gone. There are pictures of Ning Huang on the street, and Ning Huang's name often comes out of his classmates' mouths. The streets and alleys always come out with his familiar melody.

And the little uncle is still the same, but he is much more busy. He spends most of his time making songs and composing music. He also often does some work that has nothing to do with music but makes money. Unobtrusively, showing a smug look.

Stay at home when you are free.

He would be in a daze on the terrace, would lie on the bed in the music room, listen to the sound of the rain and the wind in a daze, and listen to the kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board when he was cooking.

I like watching him tinker with desserts, especially watching him bake small cakes, which go through the oven several times each time.

He looked at the little cake eagerly, as if he was monitoring whether his little pet gradually swelled and became fat from the paper cup.

Then eat them into your stomach one by one.

If both of you are free, take him out on a trip.

It's just that I was not very lucky, people recognized me, and I was stuck there asking for an autograph and a group photo.

With Lu Chen wearing a mask and following him, everyone thought he was an assistant.

Small gifts and snacks were all stuffed into his hands, squeezed, stepped on his sneakers several times, but he didn't make a sound.

It's just secretly distressed, the shoes were bought by my uncle when he was shopping.

Lu Chen loves cleanliness, and often wears light colors, so he brushes his shoes very frequently. He brushes his shoes in the bathroom with a small brush every day, takes good care of them, and carefully hangs them on the terrace to dry.

For the shoes given by his little uncle, he cherishes them even more, and they don't often take them out to wear like treasures.

Now staring at the dark sneakers, he just frowned slightly and refused to speak.

Ning Huang lowered his head to sign, signed for a while, saw him being pushed back and forth, then grabbed his hoodie and ran out of the crowd.

He was still holding a lot of things with his left hand and right hand, and was staggered step by step by his little uncle.

Ning Huang scolded him in a low voice as he ran, saying, "What are you doing with these things? Is this your job?"

"I brought you out to play, do you really think of yourself as my assistant?"

Lu Chen asked him to hold the hat, but said with a good-tempered smile, "I just want to help."

Out of breath, they ran into the turning alley, and finally there were only the two of them left.

The little uncle then scolded him and said, "Do I need your help with this?"

But seeing his unaware face, he was speechless again with anger.

"You... forget it."

Ning Huang asked him, "Did you bring wet wipes?"

Lu Chen must bring it with him when he goes out, but his left and right hands are full of small gifts, so he turned around with difficulty and said, "In the bag."

Ning Huang reached into his bag to get wet wipes.

Tear off a sheet, squat down, and curse at him to polish the marks on his shoes.

Those white sneakers are about to be trampled into black.

Ning Huang scolded: "Where is the cleanliness before, you won't say anything now..."

Lu Chen's ears were flushed, and he stepped back, but his uncle grabbed his ankle again and said, "I'll beat you again, do you hear me?"

He dared not move any more.

In the dark alley, there were only the two of them, and the little uncle squatted in front of him.

There was a faint ray of light outside.

When he lowered his head, he could see Ning Huang's ponytail, swaying with his movements.

The fire burned all the way from the ears to the tip of the heart. It was soft and hot, and she whispered: "Little uncle, it's really all right... I'll go back and clean myself..."

Ning Huang is really not very good at this job, and the surface is almost dirty, so he finally stood up and said, "Let's do this first, and I will take you to buy a new pair later."

Ning Huang tore off another wet towel and wiped his hands.

He stared at Ning Huang's face in a daze.

Ning Huang wiped his hands clean and patted his face lightly.

Said, "Let's go, big fool."

he thinks,

From teens, to twenties, to thirties.

The little uncle hasn't changed at all.