Uncertain age difference

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In fact, Lu Chen has seen many outrageous speculations about him and Ning Huang.

Most of them are on the Internet. When someone talks about their friendship for many years, it is inevitable to have a lot of romantic reveries.

It's nothing more than the love between Mr. Lu in a suit and leather shoes, and the glamorous musician, between the fragrant clothes and the shadows on the temples, and the interlacing of wine.

The first meeting will be in a high-end restaurant, and the goodbye will be at a banquet. Between light and shadow, he invited Ning Huang to watch a movie, talk about music, play the piano for him, and then took him by the hand to send him home, blocking trouble for him, like a swan Staying by Ning Huang's side.

Only he knows.

He fell into the dust at Ning Huang's feet with a "plop", as clumsy as a ball of fur, Ning Huang picked it up, patted it, cleaned it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Cowardly and cautiously, he grabbed Ning Huang's skirt, climbed onto Ning Huang's hair, and pulled Ning Huang's ponytail, for fear that Ning Huang would walk too fast and leave him behind.

Inadvertently rolled to the ground again, almost being trampled flat.

Ning Huang squatted down again, cursed, poked his forehead, and picked him up.

"It's not like there are times when you look like a swan," Ning Huang muttered on the phone, "At least when I lost my memory just now, you appeared out of nowhere, and you looked like me."

But it was only the one that fell from the sky, and later it became more like a malicious mother goose.

Lu Chen smiled softly on the phone, and after a while, he said, "Little uncle, I've told you everything about me, so can you tell me about your ex as well?"

predecessor? ? ?

Ning Huang was speechless for a moment.

Let's put it this way, he searched through his memories, but couldn't find such a person, not even a few with the surname Qian.

Before meeting Lu Chen, all he was thinking about was making money to survive, and after meeting Lu Chen, he had never been around anyone else.

And Lu Chen on the other end of the call asked him solemnly, "Little uncle? How many are there?"

Ning Huang had no choice but to stammer and lie to his 27-year-old self: "Two... two or three."

Lu Chen asked again: "Is that two or three?"

Ning Huang opened his eyes and said nonsense, anyway, more people are more lively than less people, so he said: "Maybe three."

"So, have you ever kissed?"

Ning Huang quickly thought: "I said I took it...that means I took it..."

Swallow the hesitant "bar" back into his stomach.

Lu Chen endured so much pain over there with a smile, but he wanted to ask, "How did you kiss?"

... it's over.

Knowledge blind spots.

Ning Huang urgently searched his memory and found that his kissing experience was extremely scarce. The last time he temporarily changed back to 34 years old happened accidentally.

Also, in a dream.

Lu Chen kindly reminded him, and said softly, "Do you feel anything?"

Ning Huang let out a "huh".

Lu Chen gave an "um" over there, waiting for his answer.

It's over, I can't get along.

The little hedgehog racked his brains, and used crude and unambiguous language to perfunctory: "If you kiss, you will kiss, how can you feel anything?"

"My head is a little dizzy, like a flock of big geese ran over, my ears are a little hot, like I heard a lot of voices, but... I didn't hear anything."

However, there are many more.

With the unavoidable citrus scent, Lu Chen warmly pressed his palm.

The emotion of being wantonly involved by others, with unwilling greed.

...He was describing to Lu Chen how he felt when he kissed him.

So the more he spoke, the lower his voice became.

He never wrote a love song.

The call fell silent.

After a while, Lu Chen called him softly: "Little uncle?"

Mingming's voice was the same as usual, but Ning Huang always felt that there must be a sweet sugar bead on the tip of his tongue.

Ning Huang suddenly became aggressive and aggressive: "What are you asking, why are there so many questions?"

Before Lu Chen could speak, the other side of the call fiercely clicked the end.

Call duration: 1:21:31

...and nagging for a long time.

Boss Lu held back his smile, and leaned on the side of the bed like this, and slowly pressed the screen to type: Good night.

On the opposite side popped up an emoji of a cat sleeping under a quilt.

Ok.

You should ask about it tomorrow.

——The old relationship between the little uncle and his ex.

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18-year-old notes:

Do I have an ex! ! ! ? ?

At the age of 34, he strongly approved:

must.beard.have. (red letter, emphasis mark symbol)

(After a while...)

18 years old:

Oops, it's revealed. (Awkward villain covering his face with his head downcast)

34 years old:

... (the same type of dejected villain covering his face)

149.

Silent night.

Only the little hedgehog was left staring at the phone, flipping through the phone's records page by page, replaying in his mind Lu Chen's close behavior to him and the mood of the kiss.

I couldn't sleep at first, but after talking on the phone, I couldn't sleep even more, my teeth itch with hatred, and secretly scolded Lu Chen for being harmful.

In the middle of the night, I tiptoed up, trying to get back to the master bedroom.

Who knew that this trick had already been used at the age of 34. Lu Chen locked the door firmly, pressed the handle twice, and it didn't move.

The little hedgehog failed to smuggle.

I scratched my hair to a mess, and ran back to the guest room with my hair full of annoyance. No matter how I slept, I couldn't sleep well.

For a while, he felt that the bed was hard, and for a while, he felt that the quilt was thin. He was used to sleeping on the pillow in the master bedroom, but he still felt short.

Finally, angrily, I opened the closet to find the quilt.

Suddenly, he saw a closet of clothes.

It doesn't look like his own taste, but everything has a familiar atmosphere, and it belongs to Lu Chen.

Only then did he vaguely remember that there was a master bedroom and a guest bedroom in this house, and Lu Chen should have slept in this room.

Now most of Lu Chen's things have been received in the master bedroom and storage room, and there is also a special villa for storing things that are not needed.

But there are still some old clothes that have not been put away.

... Lu Chen's wardrobe.

The little hedgehog frowned and closed the door.

But the tip of the nose moved again,

A light citrus aroma lingers on the cons.

Get up again and pull away.

When it's cold, just take one to cover it...it shouldn't matter.

Just go back tomorrow morning.

He looked at the clothes hesitantly.

It should be what Lu Chen wore when he was studying in his twenties. Black, white, beige and brown are the majority, and occasionally there are jumping tones such as dark green, light blue, and turmeric.

The backpacks are neatly stored in the corners, and each one is very large.

Ning Huang closed his eyes, and the image of a young and gentle boy appeared vaguely.

There is also a clean desk next to the bed, and there is nothing on it now.

But when Lu Chen lived here, he should have used a simple bookend with many professional books on it.

There should also be a simple desk lamp.

The boy was in front of the case, frowning, typing on the keyboard, tapping, pausing, the mouse clicked, the pages of the book were turned, and occasionally there was the sound of a highlighter across the rough paper.

There is a white reminder board hanging on the wall, and the menu for tomorrow night is written on the top.

Multigrain rice, stir-fried bean sprouts, cold baby vegetables, and chicken nuggets with cola.

Remarks in parentheses later, the onion and ginger must be picked out, and the little uncle will regard the ginger as a chicken nugget.

Dessert is milk pudding.

The electronic clock in the gray case showed that it was past midnight.

The boy finally rubbed his eyes, put the things on the table in order, sorted and archived the files, turned off the phone, pushed the swivel chair back under the table, and sat down beside the bed.

Lie down facing the window.

It was as if the tip of Ning Huang's nose met the tip of his nose at this moment.

There was a gentle smile in his eyes, and there seemed to be a reassuring breath on his body.

Ning Huang secretly hid the coat in his bosom, and finally felt a little drowsy, rubbing away his anxiety and anger, leaving only peace of mind and a breath wrapped in gentleness.

It must be the habit of these years, not feeling at ease without this smell, which has affected an innocent young man like him.

Thoughts were floating and sinking in sleepiness, vaguely thinking, it's so strange, there is obviously nothing attractive.

Why was he in his twenties so bewitched that he was dizzy?

Suddenly opening his eyes again, he grabbed the phone.

——No, I have to set an alarm clock and get up early to return the clothes.

Otherwise, how embarrassing would he be? !

150.

the next day.

Boss Lu was woken up by the alarm clock at six o'clock.

The alarm clock sounded not from his room, but from the guest room.

——little uncle.

Boss Lu rubbed his eyelids, stepped on his slippers and went to look.

Finding that the alarm clock was ringing, Ning Huang fell into a deep sleep and remained unmoved.

... The emotional alarm clock is not for waking up the little uncle, but for waking him up.

Lu Chen turned off his alarm clock dumbfounded.

He scratched his hair, only to find that the little uncle was holding something under the blanket.

...It's milk coffee, it looks a little familiar.

He secretly pulled up a corner of the thing, but pulled out a sleeve.

Now he remembered that it was his sweater when he was a graduate student. His uncle bought it and wore it to the laboratory. Many people said it looked good and it was comfortable to wear, so he wore it many times.

Later, the sleeves were frayed with hairballs, and the little uncle couldn't stand it, so he ordered him to change one.

Always reluctant to throw away.

But now that the clothes were in the arms of the shrunken little uncle, Ning Huang fell into a drowsy sleep, even rubbing against the clothes like a cub.

The corner of Lu Chen's mouth was raised uncontrollably, and he even forgot to let go of the sleeve he was holding on to.

I don't know if he felt that someone was robbing him of his clothes, and the little hedgehog frowned and tugged back ferociously.

Very domineering.

Lu Chen let go.

So Ning Huang hugged his clothes contentedly, turned over and continued to sleep.

But just turn around.

...It seemed that the little hedgehog felt something was wrong in his sleep.

Rubbing his eyes, he turned over and came back, facing Lu Chen, who was trying to suppress his smile and had bright eyes.

Ning Huang looked at him dizzily, and his voice was still dizzy in sleep: "...why did you wake up so early."

Lu Chen didn't remind him, so he smiled and said "um".

"What time is it?" The little hedgehog didn't feel anything was wrong, and even rubbed against his clothes again in front of the deity.

"Six o'clock."

"Oh..." The little hedgehog closed his eyes again, "I'll sleep again."

six o'clock.

Did he have something to do at six o'clock?

After half a minute.

Lu Chen clearly saw that Ning Huang was red from the neck to the ears and the top of the head, and his eyes were tightly closed, but he refused to open them.

Waiting patiently for him to leave.

He refused to leave maliciously, and even tugged the sleeves of his clothes that fell outside the quilt.

The sleeves of the clothes were quickly drawn into the bed.

After a while, it seemed to realize how bad such a move was.

Even his head retracted into the bed, tightly holding the hot booty.

"Little uncle, it's stuffy under the quilt." Lu Chen called him with a smile.

The quilt was motionless.

"Come out, don't laugh at you." He shouted again.

The quilt was still motionless.

Finally, Lu Chen stretched out his hand and peeled off the little uncle like peeling off a huge lotus seed.

Ning Huang stared at him with his tomato-like head on his head, opened his mouth, trying to explain the stolen goods in his hand: "That's right, it was very cold last night... I'll borrow it to cover it..."

But unexpectedly, he was kissed on the forehead.

"Good morning."

Lu Chen murmured with a smile.

The author has something to say:

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