Uncertain age difference

17

Ning Huang, who lost his first kiss in a daze, was awake half the night, tossing and turning.

He was good-looking, could play the guitar, was indifferent, and somewhat arrogant. He looked like a character who came out of a TV series or comics, and he was just right for the teenagers and girls at that time.

When I was studying, when I went to the toilet for a walk back and forth, many people stretched their necks to see him, you stab me, I stab you, did you say it was the school celebration singing in the first year of high school?Didn't someone say that someone wrote him a love letter?

Love letter, confession, he can't remember anything.

I remember that I couldn’t listen to anything in class at that time, and the textbooks were full of his childish and frivolous lyrics.

Who knew that the old house caught fire in the past [-] years, and as soon as he regained his memory, he couldn't wait to gnaw his mouth with someone, and he gnawed with relish.

——As soon as he thought of the sound of water entwining lips and tongues, he wished he could bury himself underground.

Ning Huang scratched his hair in dismay, and suddenly regretted that he didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, otherwise he would know what happened in the past ten years, and how he fell into this way.

Especially the pile of sets in the drawer... they should have done everything.

No, no, what if I just bought it and haven't used it yet?

Ning Huang opened the taboo and mysterious drawer again with a fluke mentality.

Large family box, 32 pcs.

After counting, more than 10 pieces were used up in the outer box.

"It's over, it's over—"

The last bit of illusion was shattered.

Ning Huang slammed his face into the fried egg pillow, rolled around on the bed several times, and couldn't move anymore, so he closed his eyelids from sleepiness and exhaustion.

The dream is very strange.

He's still in middle school, walking down the corridors like that, people peeping at him, people slipping little notes in his books.

Someone pulled him into the classroom and kissed him in the curtain that was lifted by the wind.

He was caught in the white fibers, he couldn't see anything, only the soft lips rubbed against each other, and the gentle tongue squeezed in with the teeth bit by bit, like in slow motion.

He grasped the curtain tightly, thinking in a daze that the two tongues were glued together little by little during the kiss.

After entangled for a long time, he hummed and wanted to push the other party away, but the other party did not move at all.

Under the soft shirt, the muscles are tight and powerful.

He raised his voice and shouted again: "Lu Chen."

There was a bit of coquettishness in that soft voice: "Then let me hug you for a while."

He said: "It's so hot, what are you doing together?"

The man asked him softly: "Little uncle, can you do it?"

He gripped the quilt more and more, unable to lift his head with shame.

Waking up in the middle of the night was beyond words.

Ning Huang sat up suddenly holding the fried egg pillow, and swallowed his saliva.

Otherwise, try to find a way to pay back the money.

Otherwise, what should I do if I ask him to pay for it.

18

The next day, Ning Huang wanted to go back to the black bar where he worked part-time, and pay the salary of the previous few days' resident singing.

Lu Chen drove him off.

Ning Huang didn't want to look at Lu Chen, just stared at the passing scenery outside the window, muttering: "Can I still lose it?"

Lu Chen smiled: "Ancestor, what if you lose it?"

"I don't even have a mobile phone, so I can find someone to ask for someone."

Ning Huang couldn't hear this lazy tone, it always reminded him of the dream last night.

He unscrewed the water bottle to hide his guilty conscience, but his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Lu Chen.

Suddenly, Lu Chen asked him, "Did you get scared yesterday?"

"puff--"

Ning Huang spat out a mouthful of water, coughing until his face turned red, and the calmness he tried to pretend to be calm also fell to the ground.

Lu Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted him on the back to comfort him: "I'll just ask, don't panic."

"Pick...cough cough...it's just a kiss, there's nothing to panic about."

Lu Chen held back his laughter and didn't agree.

The car ran over the manhole cover, and even the little hedgehog hanging in the car shook.

Ning Huang tried his best to calm down, and asked irrelevantly: "Do you often... do that?"

"It's us." Lu Chen corrected him solemnly.

"We." He repeated numbly.

"Yes." Lu Chen answered him solemnly.

Kiss a lot, get close a lot.

He didn't have any complaints except that his little uncle was too independent.

Ning Huang let out an "oh".

Seeing him pretending to be cool, Lu Chen couldn't help but want to laugh, without squinting, he was serious and taught in a serious manner.

"Little uncle, there is an idiom called love can't help it."

"what?"

Ning Huang's ears were going to be deafened by these words.

"The situation is difficult..."

"Shut up, this is not an interrogative sentence." Ning Huang squeezed out the words between his teeth.

Lu Chen let out a muffled laugh.

In a good mood.

"Here we are," he said.

19

The bar was smoky.

The black patent leather sofa is mottled, and smoking is not restricted. When I went there, the venue had just finished, and the smell of garbage, tobacco, alcohol and sweat mixed together made people want to pinch their noses.

Boss Lu's frown hasn't come down since he walked in.

"How do you find a job in such a place?"

Ning Huang said: "The salary is settled weekly, no need to look at the ID card, and the backstage lounge is also used for me to sleep during the day."

"Enough is enough."

Lu Chen heard that the resident singing work here is a night show, and he sings all night, and his face is even more ugly.

Originally, the boss was reluctant to give money to this kind of temporary worker who suddenly disappeared, but seeing Lu Chen in a neat suit and stacked with elite buffs, it was better to do less than to do more.He happily settled his salary and agreed to Ning Huang to go to the backstage to pack his belongings.

There are no clothes, only a backpack with some toiletries, notebooks and pens, two boxes of instant noodles, a bag of ham sausage, and a plastic umbrella from a convenience store.

This is all that Ning Huang got from selling his mobile phone after losing his memory.

But even when he was back then, there was nothing more.

For a wandering ghost like him in the city, the less things the better, the best is a backpack that can wrap himself.

Lu Chen looked at his instant noodles, and his expression became even worse.

"Did you eat these a few days ago?"

"It's cheap," Ning Huang muttered, "and it's better than the box lunch in the store."

Inferior lunch boxes were just as unpalatable in the past as they are now.

The dishes were all stewed together, like a lump of slurry with hard lumps, and the rice was also sticky.

It's not like people eating, it's like dogs eating bad canned dry food, what is there, swallow it, fill the stomach, and nothing else.It's like I didn't eat anything when I was full.

He used to be like this. He couldn't pay the rent, so he worked and sang everywhere with his guitar on his back, and sat in the alley behind the bar to eat with a boxed lunch.

Some people were drunk, some vomited, some laughed, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and stench, the laughter became the nutrient of the sewer, everything was like a plastic-packed adult publication on the shelf, it was obviously brand new, from the cover to the There's a smudged sense of reality.

At that time Bento likes sticky and mushy potatoes, so he still doesn't like potatoes.

When he was full, he smoked a low-quality cigarette, drank half of his stomach with cold water, and ran to continue singing.

Ning Huang didn't shy away from these things, and while stuffing the ham sausage into the bag, he said slowly: "The taste of instant noodles is much better now, and the boss has a lot of rules. In the past, there were some who didn't give money after singing."

At that time, there were always people who bullied him because he was young, deducted his wages with excuses, and even did something.

He packed up his tatters and told him about the part-time job, as if it happened yesterday.

He is not embarrassed.

He relies on his own money to eat, which is better than eating soft food by himself at the age of 30.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chen rubbed his hair.

Said not to run here from now on, it's smoky, and it's bad for your throat.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.

"You're allowed to touch it," Ning Huang muttered, "You'll be short again."

Lu Chen said: "You eat instant noodles every day, no wonder you are not taller than me."

At the age of 30, he didn't grow to 1.8 meters.

Ning Huang raised her eyebrows and looked at him with her chest folded.

Eyes full of rebellion.

Lu Chen said: "Little uncle, I will worry about you."

Ning Huang groaned angrily: "You worry too much, even if you don't come home at night, and you worry if you don't bring your mobile phone. Your name is Lu Worry, not Lu Chen..."

By the way, his cigarettes have not been confiscated this morning.

Lu Chen patted his forehead, put his bag on his shoulder, said to go, and went back.

Ning Huang let out an "oh".

Follow Lu Chen.

The word home.

Like magic.

20

When Lu Chen met Ning Huang.

Although he is not rich, he is not stingy with money.

At that time, Ning Huang would take him to expensive restaurants, wait for his bowl of home-cooked noodles, spend a lot of money on music, and ask him to grab free tickets online for Suzhou Pingtan.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, I took him out for a trip, and told him that it is true that I had a falling out with my family, and that coming out is not a big problem, and I still have to read books, so don't make trouble.

At that time, he changed the topic with a guilty conscience, saying that I knew it well.

He couldn't say that he fell out because he came out with his family, because he made up his mind to always like his little uncle.

The little uncle tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and said, "If you want to use the family's money, you can also use mine."

He leaned closer and lay down on the table, eye to eye, nose to nose, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Are you raising a male college student?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hire you as a housekeeper."

The little uncle frowned and said softly, then turned his head away and said, "Can you please tell me."

The little uncle of his family blushed from the neck.

Lu Chen stared at the steering wheel on the car and smirked.

Suddenly someone opened the car door.

Bringing a cool breeze and the sweetness of sugar.

Ning Huang came to the car with Tang Xueqiu in his arms, frowning and complaining about the long queue.

But the eyes were cheerful.

There happened to be a sugar snowball seller outside the black bar.

The red and round hawthorns, wrapped in a thick layer of white sugar frosting, piled up like a hill in the car, and a small red flag was inserted ingeniously, even the red flag was rubbed with a little white.

Before winter, there was a heavy snowfall on Hongguo Mountain, and the honey-roasted sweet potatoes and sugar-fried chestnuts were compared.

Gou Ninghuang salivated, counted his crumpled banknotes, plunged into the crowd, and ran back with a paper bag of hawthorns.

He smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"

"I haven't eaten it yet," Ning Huang tied one with a bamboo stick and handed it to him first, "Taste it."

He took a bite down.

Ning Huang said, "I want you to take the stick away."

He chewed the hawthorn and asked vaguely, "What's the difference?"

Ning Huang thought to himself that he couldn't argue with the old hooligan.

Chewed one myself.

Well, the sweet and sour taste is just right.

21

Ning Huang was chewing hawthorn with puffed cheeks, and tilted his head to look over. Lu Chen, who was holding the steering wheel, was also chewing with puffed cheeks just like him.

He asked, "Lu Chen, have you ever bought me any expensive gifts besides that guitar?"

"how?"

"Just ask."

He intends to clear his debts.

But Lu Chen didn't let him sing at night, how should he make money next?

Lu Chen didn't think of his little uncle, although he didn't have a lot of eyes, he looked so strange.

It was just silent for a long time, and chuckled lightly: "Little uncle, I rarely give you gifts."

"You won't let me spend money."

This is real.

After being together for such a long time, Lu Chen knew in his heart that what his little uncle gave him was always more than what he gave him.

Unexpectedly, his little uncle heaved a sigh of relief.

so far so good.

He still has a bottom line.

He knew very well that he wanted to return the money to Lu Chen, not because he wanted to draw a line with Lu Chen.

He just can't let his 30-year-old self really degenerate.

Ning Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

Just return the guitar money to the other party, find a decent job, and then...

Ning Huang secretly glanced at Lu Chen.

Do you still want to live with this person?Or, is it better to move out temporarily?

Lu Chen suddenly said, "Does the music studio downstairs count?"

In the still air.

The sound of Ning Huang swallowing saliva was particularly obvious.

"……what?"

Lu Chen slowly recalled: "... If you really want to talk about gifts, it is the personal music studio downstairs."

"The former owner moved away, so I took over and bought it, and bought some things for you."

Although the little uncle didn't say anything at that time, his eyes were very happy.

Half way through.

It was found that Ning Huang had lost his voice.

"Uncle?"

Ning Huang closed his eyes.

"You let me think, think."

Help, he seems to have been taken care of.

How long will it take for him to pay back the money.

It was a music studio—

Music studio eh.

Ning Huang was silent for a while, then swallowed again.

"Can I go and have a look?"

Nor is he corrupted by money and capital.

He just wanted to take a look.

Just one glance.