Uncertain age difference

142.

The car drove to the hospital.

The little hedgehog was still having a temper tantrum with him, he didn't speak, but just watched the news about yesterday's program broadcast on his mobile phone.

The most searched one was the musician Ning Huang's illness exposure, and a group of people were chattering about Conan's syndrome.

Overseas, there are several bloggers who have the same symptoms as him, and even released a video of the age regression scene, as well as an introduction to related symptoms, which made the audience call it amazing.

A little further down.

It's about Cheng Xinran.

Just looking through it, Ning Huang can see that Cheng Xinran is having a hard time these days.

In order to maintain the so-called "unique style", he privately hired more than one gunman to write songs for him, and after writing, once these people have the expectation of being successful, they will use various means to suppress him just like they did back then. stumbling block.

Now once the incident is revealed, the people who exposed him will stand up one by one.

In addition, tax issues and private style issues seem to have been pulled out together. In just a few days, Cheng Xinran's career as a musician almost seems to have been sentenced to death. At least it is difficult to appear on the screen. up.

What surprised Ning Huang the most was that Cheng Xinran actually issued an apology statement, acknowledging that he had stolen his songs, expressing his willingness to return all copyrights and related income, and expressing his sincere apology.

The earnestness of the words made Ning Huang look at the phone several times, and saw that he was confused: "Why is he so honest?"

Lu Chen kept his eyes on the car and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ning Huang pursed his lips, not wanting to chat with Lu Chen.

But after a while, he couldn't help being curious again, and muttered, "I just think Cheng Xinran admits his mistakes too easily."

In order to maintain this lie, Cheng Xinran has paid so much over the years, but now he apologizes easily. He originally thought that at least it would take a long time to argue.

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at me for?"

Ning Huang had no evidence, so he could only stare at him.

Lu Chen was stared at by the little hedgehog and laughed, saying: "I didn't do anything, I just fulfilled some due supervision and reporting obligations as a legal citizen."

If you don't check, you don't know. After checking, Cheng Xinran has done too many dirty things over the years.

After the tax evasion broke out, Cheng Xinran could no longer enjoy being a public figure, but she soon gave in and sent out an apology letter.

Boss Lu didn't even run out of cards in his hand, and he had plenty of time to toss slowly.

Lu Chen said solemnly: "Little uncle, you want your song, and I will be my Chaoyang crowd. There should be no conflict between them."

It really doesn't.

Ning Huang said that he was no match for a 30-year-old hooligan, so he moaned for a long time and endured it.

He bowed his head and continued to slide down, mainly looking at his own comments.

The more proud he looked, the corners of his mouth curled up secretly.

His hands trembled, he didn't know whose homepage he clicked on, and he wanted to quit, but saw a video that stopped on Lu Chen's profile.

His finger, which was about to withdraw, stopped and clicked on the mute to play.

It turned out that when he sang Linglong on stage, the show gave the audience several shots.

One of them was given to Lu Chen.

Beige long windbreaker, shirt, v-neck sweater, brown plaid scarf, gentle and focused eyes, quietly staring at the stage, not blinking for a moment.

It should have slowed down the camera on purpose, played it for a full dozen seconds, and then cut to the stage.

It was he who was wearing a mask, hugged the guitar, and finally looked in Lu Chen's direction, his eyes widened slightly, but his eyes fluttered in a panic.

Just half a minute.

He came back to his senses after a while.

Seeing the blogger matching the words, he said, "What is a thousand years at a glance."

There are not many comments below, only a few people said that he has become smaller, and Mr. Lu has changed from chasing his wife to raising cubs.

"When did the two of them meet? If they don't know each other, they will fall in love with each other."

It's all nonsense.

Ning Huang scoffed.

When he was real, Lu Chen was only 14 years old, a junior high school student with a runny nose.

I've never seen her before, so how could I like it.

As for the current state of amnesia...

What the hell, Lu Chen even said he didn't like him.

Lu Chen said, "Here we are."

Ning Huang tried his best to put on a straight face and let out an "oh", unfastened his seat belt and was about to get out of the car.

Lu Chen grabbed his wrist and asked, "Are you going down like this?"

Only then did the little hedgehog remember that he is now a well-known person who will be asked to sign when he goes out, and who will affect other people's work if he goes to the hospital without a mask.

Lu Chen pressed the button, and the storage compartment popped up in front of him.

Masks, sunglasses, tissues, combs, and small rubber bands for tying hair, all of which were prepared for him.

Ning Huang put on the mask without saying a word.

Lu Chen sighed and said, "Your hair is caught, come here."

He faced Lu Chen.

Lu Chen picked out his broken hair from the mask straps.

Then leaning over, the eyes that were staring at him in the video just now were in front of him.

Then through the mask.

Kissed him lightly on the lips.

Through the rough fabric of the mask, he touched the outline of his lips.

I saw his trembling eyelashes.

and pupils at close range.

Ning Huang's heart beat suddenly.

Fortunately the kiss was gone quickly.

Lu Chen whispered in his ear, "That's it."

"You don't have to think about it all the way."

Ning Huang muttered ferociously, as if his mind had been peeked out, "I didn't think about it, who did."

He is a celebrity now, and he wonders what he is doing with such a relative.

Lu Chen was stunned, and returned to his original position. He clenched his fist on his lips and coughed lightly, but he couldn't hide his deep smile, and said, "...Little uncle, I'm talking about me."

The little hedgehog snorted coldly, and confronted him sharply: "I'm talking about you too."

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing.

He pressed his forehead and said slowly in a low voice, I am not going to work today, big star, how about I play games with you this afternoon.

The small thorny ball that was originally swollen with inflation seemed to be poked.

It collapsed at once, limp on the ground.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "The game... is here."

Lu Chen raised the corner of his mouth.

Well, luckily it arrived.

143.

After returning from the hospital, Lego and game consoles have arrived.

Ning Huang, who had a dark face all the way, finally let go of the tense corners of his mouth, and happily installed the game console.

Boss Lu put two cushions in front of the TV, prepared some snacks, and two small blankets.

Two people sat on a mat, wrapped in a blanket, and each played a game with a game controller.

Or that co-op cooking game?

It's not the same as playing at the base. The four of them are always dizzy and confused when playing this game.

But playing this game with Lu Chen was methodical and quiet.

Like an old couple who opened a restaurant.

He chopped vegetables and tomatoes, and Lu Chen threw them into the pot to boil, and poured them into bowls and plates after they were boiled, and then he quickly brought them to serve.

Clear the level, and then go to the next level to cook pasta, siu mai, and pizza.

Such simple and mechanical movements were repeated from noon to dusk.

At dusk outside the window, he was tired from playing, put down the handle, opened a pack of snacks, and asked Lu Chen, "Boss Lu, when will you retire?"

Boss Lu in his prime: ...

It took a long time before he said stiffly, "Little uncle, I'm not old enough to think about this matter."

Since the younger uncle has shrunk, he seems to have an unprecedented age crisis.

Ning Huang said: "Then you think about it now, or we can open a restaurant before we retire."

He was lolling under the blanket and talking nonsense.

Who knew that Lu Chen asked, "What store do you open?"

He thought for a long time and said, "How about a pancake stand?"

"I can be responsible for frying starch sausage for you."

Then fry one, you can steal four or five.

Mr. Lu of his family was arranged by him to spread pancakes.

Lu Chen said: "Then I will show you the family version tonight. If it succeeds, it will further expand the market and prepare for the financing and listing of Lu's pancakes."

Ning Huang was amused.

The dim sunlight in the evening fell on the living room through the glass door, casting two figures wrapped in blankets on the floor, stretching them very long.

The game has not been cleared yet, and the cheerful and relaxing music rhythm is playing, and the controller is still on the ground.

Ning Huang was eating snacks, Lu Chen seemed to have received some document information, and was looking down on his mobile phone.

Boss Lu, who was wrapped in a blanket, looked extraordinarily warm.

Ning Huang couldn't help wrapping herself in a small blanket, and leaned against him.

Lean again.

Moved closer little by little.

Lu Chen didn't speak or move, and looked very intently.

He leaned against Lu Chen again.

On the beige floor, the two shadows are also getting closer.

When he finally got close.

Leng Buding was grabbed by the shoulders.

Lu Chen pulled him to his side, bumping his heads together.

The little hedgehog blew up and said fiercely, "Why are you moving? Did you make it move?"

Lu Chen said seriously, "I'm just a little cold."

Ning Huang froze for a moment, frowned, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Damn, it's okay, the temperature is lower than him.

Fooled him again.

After punching him, Lu Chen was not annoyed.

Still nesting with him, asked him: "Are you still angry?"

He snorted coldly: "Why? If you are angry, you can't be next to you?"

Lu Chen smiled sullenly.

Put your head on the crescent of his neck.

Said, um, let's endure it for a while.

The smiling voice was in his ears, like wine that was more mellow and intoxicating than this dusk, like ecstasy soup, continuously penetrated into his ears and poured into the apex of his heart.

The irrigation made his ears burn, and his heart was soft and angry.

Even when he doesn't know what he likes or who he likes.

Lu Chen first grew up like that.

Too sly.