Uncertain age difference

152.

Near the afternoon, Zhan Yan visited Ning Huang's studio.

It was originally Ning Huang and Lu Chen who left their luggage at the Hesu base when they fled. Zhan Yan, a good old man, asked the program team where to send it.

In a moment of excitement, Zhan Yan listened to Ning Huang's messy song.

After hearing it, Teacher Xiao Ning only replied to him: ...

He said with a guilty conscience: "I recorded it at home, and the effect is not very good. It is a bit expensive to rent a recording studio. I will record it when it is perfect."

Ning Huang didn't reply for a long time, and finally said to him: "You can bring your luggage here."

He also said, "Bring the song along."

Players who have a good relationship with him sent messages of envy and condolence at the same time, as if he was about to sacrifice his life for music.

When we went there, Ning Huang was sitting on the window sill outside the studio. He wore simple clothes and a small hedgehog hairpin on his head. He looked more like a high school student. With one leg bent, he listened to an old CD with headphones on. .

The yellow leaves rustled down outside the window, as if even he was dyed a touch of gold, becoming a part of the oil painting of the window frame.

Zhan Yan was speechless for a long while, but when he saw him looking over, he lowered his head and said, "Teacher Ning."

Ning Huang pressed the pause button, took off the earphones, and said lightly, "Just record when you come."

No matter what age or what he was dressed up, he seemed to have a sense of distance from others, especially when he was alone, he seemed more arrogant and withdrawn.Zhan Yan sometimes has a hard time imagining how Ning Huang would get along with others in private.

Zhan Yan said in a low voice, "Mr. Xiao Ning, the program team told you to record a video for me."

Ning Huang said, "What video?"

Extension: "Cheering video."

Ning Huang looked at him like a fool, and said, "You recorded your song like that, why should I cheer you up? Give you some temper?"

Extension: ...

Ning Huang rectified the Eight Classics and recorded it as a single for him. After being scolded several times, Zhan Yan finally went all out and sang Ning Huang to his satisfaction, and even recorded a guitar melody for him.

I stayed up until night.

When Zhan Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Ning Huang's guitar and whispered, "Mr. Ning, you finally have one that I can afford."

"I've had a guitar like this before."

As soon as he walked in, he knew that although Ning Huang's real estate was not very expensive, the studio was ridiculously expensive. It is estimated that the only mass-produced guitar in Ning Huang's hand could afford the whole studio.

Ning Huang froze for a moment, frowned for a day, then suddenly relaxed a little, and said, "It was given by someone else."

Zhan Yan drank water to moisten his throat, and it was rare for him to have the courage to joke: "Using it now, it can't be the first love, right?"

Teacher Xiao Ning, who had always been serious and indifferent, wanted to nod subconsciously, but controlled himself, coughing suddenly.

I don't know what I thought of.

Ning Huang hesitated for a while, and asked him, "Zhan Yan, are you 28 this year?"

Zhan Yan nodded, drank water to moisten his throat, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"How long has it been since you left the boy band?"

"It's been five years..."

"It's not bad..." Ning Huang looked at him thoughtfully for a long time, "Should have been in love?"

Zhan Yan glanced at the late night outside the window, and suddenly realized that this is a dangerous time.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing people and setting fires.

A mouthful of water stuck in his throat, trembling: "Talk, talk."

Ning Huang asked: "How many times have you talked?"

He replied: "Two, two..."

Ning Huang asked: "Have you ever kissed?"

Zhan Yan immediately stood up, stepped back three steps on the spot, and stammered, "Mr. Ning, I, I am a straight man."

Ning Huang: ...Damn it, who cares if he is straight or not.

153.

The misunderstanding was solved in a few words. Teacher Ning was not interested in him, but only needed someone with the experience of his predecessor.

Zhan Yan muttered like this. Due to personal privacy, he didn't speak very specifically, but Ning Huang nodded again and again, fully confident in dealing with Lu Chen's sudden question.

For example, when did you have your first love?

How is your relationship with your ex?

In order to save a bit of face as an elder for his twenties, and not leave the impression of a bragging little uncle, Ning Huang can be said to have put in a lot of effort.

Suddenly, he heard the phone ringing, and looked down at the notification of the incoming call.

old rascal.

Then he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and stood on the side to connect, and then he heard Lu Chen sigh on the other side of the phone.

"Little uncle, it's past eight o'clock."

Lu Chen sent him several messages just now, urging him to go upstairs and go home for dinner, but Ning Huang's voice was a little guilty.

The brows and eyes, which were originally cold and sharp, became moist and soft unconsciously, revealing a trace of anticipation like spring tide and rain.

Lu Chen asked him: "Has the recording not been finished yet?"

Ning Huang whispered: "Not yet, just resting."

Lu Chen's voice revealed a trace of grievance: "Little uncle, the food is getting cold."

He said awkwardly: "Didn't I let you eat first?"

Don't speak on the phone.

Ning Huang secretly glanced at Zhan Yan, thinking that he was asking someone for advice on how to fool Boss Lu, somehow, he felt a little guilty, and whispered: "...Then, I'll go back as soon as possible."

Lu Chen on the other side of the phone gave a soft "hmm".

It was obvious that he thought he was meddlesome, but for some reason, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Putting down the phone, Ning Huang pursed his lips, stuffed the phone into his pocket, and said, "Why don't you record here today, and make an appointment in two days to continue."

"I have to go home and eat."

That's a cute thing to say.

Zhan Yan watched from the side, he had the illusion that Teacher Xiao Ning was like his younger brother in high school, secretly dating an angry girlfriend.

Unconsciously, he also laughed foolishly and said, "Thank you, Teacher Xiao Ning."

Ning Huang waved his hands anxiously and said, "Let's go, let's go."

He muttered: "Otherwise, after a while, people should be killed."

Zhan Yan didn't hear this sentence clearly, he lowered his head to pack his things, and helped Ning Huang put the things in the recording studio back, just thinking that he was borrowing the teacher's studio, so he couldn't make a mess and left.

Everything was tidied up, but suddenly there was a light knock on the door.

Following the sound, I don't know when there was an extra figure at the door.

Mr. Lu has a tall and handsome figure, but he is not like the suit and leather shoes when he first saw him. He is wearing simple and soft home clothes and a cream yellow apron. Three voices.

With a smile on his eyebrows, his voice is light, but there is always a certain aura of being in a superior position for a long time.

It's just a lazy attire at home, it's hard for Zhan Yan to equate him with the usual Mr. Lu.

That is to say, Mr. Lu, how about cooking for Teacher Xiaoning at home?

"excuse me."

"Can you lend me Teacher Xiao Ning?"

Lu Chen said slowly: "The meal is ready - I need someone, eat with me."

Teacher Xiao Ning, who had just met Zhanyan, suddenly blushed, raised his head ferociously, stared at Lu Chen and said, "Didn't you say that you will go back soon... Who told you to come down."

"Go downstairs to throw out the garbage, stop by and have a look." Lu Chen said, his eyes fixed on Ning Huang, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

His tone was so gentle that he didn't seem to be complaining, but he had no intention of leaving.

Ning Huang glanced at him.

He glanced at Zhanyan again.

Finally, the little hedgehog coughed and secretly grabbed the corner of Lu Chen's apron.Bite the bullet and say in front of the newly acquainted junior: "Then what, I have to go back...to have dinner with him"

Zhan Yan nodded his head like pounding garlic.

154.

After seeing off Zhan Yan, while waiting for the elevator, Ning Huang always felt that he should say something.

But he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Lu Chen didn't speak, just stared at the LCD screen.

The most embarrassing thing is that two people are waiting for the elevator, but the elevator is as slow as a snail climbing a vine, and refuses to come up.

It took Ning Huang a long time to speak, and he pulled the corner of his apron critically, and snorted softly: "Why are you still wearing this..."

Lu Chen said flatly: "You never come back, I just cleaned the kitchen."

Ok.

It's something Lu Chen can do.

The elevator has arrived.

The two walked in one after the other, and Lu Chen pressed the sixth floor.

Ning Huang stretched out his hand, almost touched his finger, and then withdrew it.

At this time, the elevator door seemed to be stuck, and they were motionless, and the two stood there waiting in a daze.

When Ning Huang stretched out his hand to press the door close button, the two doors slowly closed again.

What a broken door.

Ning Huang shoved his fingers back into his trouser pockets in embarrassment, staring at the ground like a wooden stake.

The elevator was slowly ascending, but it was Lu Chen who suddenly spoke and said softly, do you want to exchange the answers to the questions.

Ning Huang muttered, what answer would he give?

Lu Chen said: "Why not happy with the answer."

The little hedgehog lowered his head and kept his hands in his pockets without speaking.

"Then I'll talk first?" Lu Chen smiled kindly, stared at his hair and said, "I don't like eating alone."

"I especially don't like that I cook a meal for two people, and I can only eat it alone. I will feel a strong sense of loss."

Ning Huang was stunned.

In his memory, Lu Chen was rarely so straightforward. Even if he asked in his twenties, Lu Chen would only say one thing and nothing to cover up.

At first he thought that Lu Chen was in a rebellious period, but later he realized that maybe Lu Chen had no room to express his displeasure in his original home.

He hurriedly said "Mmm", but felt that it was not serious enough, so he said "Understood" again after a long while.

Lu Chen said, there may be another point, I don't like you working overtime for others.

Ning Huang muttered, and said: "It's not for him, I like making songs..."

"I know." Lu Chen said softly.

Ning Huang secretly curled up his fingers in his pocket, and unfolded them again.

Lu Chen said, "What about you?"

Ning Huang pursed her lips, staring at his cream-yellow apron and the soft cuffs of home clothes.

It should be for the convenience of cooking, and I pulled a few dishes, showing strong and fair forearms. I don't know if I have baked a batch of biscuits, and my body smells sweet.

Boss Lu, who was wearing fluffy slippers and an apron, exudes a warm and homely atmosphere.

Boss Lu is like a soft and huge plush doll in winter.

I thought it was his limited edition.

When Jiao Zhanyan saw it, he felt sour and unhappy.

After a while, the tips of my ears turned pink, and I muttered, "...I don't like you being seen by others like this."

Ning Huang's eyes met Lu Chen's.

Boss Lu laughed.

The elevator door opened slowly with a "ding".

He heard Lu Chen calling him jealous.

His face was on fire, waiting for a rebuttal.

But listened to him leaning over and whispering in his ear.

"understood."

"Don't show it to others."