Uncertain age difference

201

The hot orange wine that night was delicious, and Ning Huang drank a lot by himself.

He has a good capacity for drinking, he can't get drunk with such a little mulled wine, but his skin is reddish due to infection. He raised the glass and squinted at the apple slices and orange slices used to cook the red wine.

I tied a small piece with a stick and chewed it curiously.

He frowned again and fed it to Boss Lu.

At that time, Lu Chen was bored and carved a lamp out of orange peel, carved out many hollow geometric figures, found a small candle from a long time ago, and put the shell on it.

It became an orange lamp.

When he finished engraving, Ning Huang had already drank all the red wine in a small milk pot, and could not stop turning the shell of the orange lamp with his fingertips.

Watch the changing shadows cast by the light on the table.

After a while, he frowned again, pressed his hands on his temples, stood up and said, "I'm going to have a rest."

Lu Chen saw something, and asked him, "Do you have a headache?"

He said "hmm",

It's the fault of having dinner parties in the early years, staying up all night and sleeping in the recording studio. When the seasons change and it turns cold, he is prone to headaches when he drinks after being cold.

I don't know if it's because of the wind blowing on the terrace, and I drank a lot of red wine by myself, so my head hurts a little.

Lu Chen sighed and said, "I told you not to blow the wind."

But he said, "Come here."

He snuggled into his arms warmly, and Lu Chen loosened his rubber bands very skillfully, stuck his fingertips into his hair, and massaged and kneaded him.

Said: "I knew I shouldn't give you a drink, I thought it would be okay to be hot."

As soon as Lu Chen rubbed his scalp, the faint, excruciating pain dissipated a little, and he couldn't help sighing comfortably.

Then he said, "It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable."

My mind seemed to be twisted into a twist, tightly twisted together, even with the pain of unconsciously wrinkling my brows.

He lazily joked with him again, saying that Wu Chengen might also have this problem, otherwise why would he have come up with a curse.

Lu Chen pressed the top of his head and said, "Don't talk, don't think, just close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Otherwise, my brain will become more and more painful."

He said "hmm".

Lu Chen's fingertips were hot and soft, and he stroked his scalp again and again, and the twisted and messy pain relaxed and dispersed.

He squinted his eyes, and everything in front of him became blurred. The champagne roses in the vase and the tomato sirloin on the plate all turned into blurred blocks of color on the oil painting. Only the orange lamp on the table became a heart-burning A little bit of light.

He grunted.

If he really couldn't remember anything, he was pressed over the top of his head one by one in his arms, and the back of his neck was gently pinched, and he was rubbed like a small animal, confused and dizzy.

Later, he heard a coquettish voice in his throat, saying, "Boss Lu, I'm tired from sitting."

Normally, he would feel ashamed of himself.

Maybe I will write notes and criticize it.

But at this time, he didn't feel anything, and he couldn't even think of anything. He only knew that Boss Lu was a good person who could make him feel comfortable.

Lu Chen was silent for a while, then smiled and said yes.

Just press him on the sofa, if he wants to rest his legs, let him rest too.

Press it once.

He lay there thinking, Boss Lu's legs are so comfortable.

He didn't have time to think much, and his thoughts were scattered by him again, he faltered softly, and said nothing, and then he felt sleepy, and couldn't remember what he said.

At this time, the pain was no longer painful, but I was very sleepy.

Lu Chen said, put your arms around your neck, and I will send you back to sleep.

He put his arms around his neck and was put on the bed in a daze.

The mattress was carefully selected by Lu Chen, and he fell into it, as if being submerged in soft cotton, wrapping him gently in the citrus scent.

He grabbed Boss Lu's collar and fell on the bed together.

He didn't do anything, just buried it in his lapel, sleeping peacefully and soundly.

Lu Chen lay down with him for a while, then secretly got up to think about it.

Unexpectedly, Ning Huang didn't sleep soundly either, and caught him back in a daze, saying, "Why are you going?"

Lu Chen whispered, "I'll come as soon as I finish clearing the table."

Boss Lu is the one who would kneel down and wipe the floor even if he was lying on the ground as drunk as mud.

It is determined not to let these leftovers sit overnight.

Ning Huang let out an unhappy "oh" in his sleep, and slowly withdrew his hand.

He tucked himself into the quilt.

Turn your back to him.

The brows that were originally stretched in sleep also frowned, as if recalling some unpleasant memory in the chaos.

He heard Lu Chen walk out lightly, and the room fell into silence and darkness.

He closed his eyes, and after a while, he heard soft footsteps.

He opened his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake, and saw the things beside the bed being cleared away by Lu Chen.

A small, warm orange lamp was placed in the tray.

He hugged the pillow, stared at it sleepily for a while, and finally fell back again, and fell into a dark sleep.

It's just that the eyebrows stretched out like this.

202

The hot orange wine for several days later was boiled with grape juice, and the taste is not bad, but it has no alcohol, so it is not easy to give my uncle a headache.

The weather has been getting colder these days, but the heating didn't come on, and it was warmer outside the room than at home, so Ning Huang began to sit on the white velvet blanket and practice guitar.

It's just that his hands are not sharp because of the cold weather, and he always frowns and dislikes his fingers being made of wood.

Lu Chen sat on the sofa and asked, "Don't you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

Ning Huang frowned and said, "No, it's boring and boring."

He said again, "Make you a bowl of ginger tea?"

Ning Huang looked at him for a while and said, "Come here."

He sat down on the rug.

It's not hard to prevent a cold in the lower abdomen.

Ning Huang stuffed his hands into the hem of his clothes, muttering that he was hot and asked him to warm him up.

He looked like he was going to bully him, but there was a soft smile between his sharp and arrogant eyebrows.

Lu Chen changed the TV station, stuffed his hands into the inside of his clothes calmly, and said, okay.

Then he secretly looked at Ning Huang's slightly red eyes, revealing a hint of secret joy.

He was indeed hotter, and the longer he covered his hands and the closer he was, the hotter he became and the more airy he became.

Tell him to sit in the office without consciously being distracted, recalling the smile on Ning Huang's brows, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Reminiscing about the lingering after hot wine these days.

After many years, I was finally pitied by the emptiness and greed.

Even the slight sweetness that is stingy and restrained is enough for him to chew on the tip of his tongue several times.

"Mr. Lu."

It was only when he was interrupted by Assistant An that he came back to his senses.

He restrained his filthy thoughts, and asked seriously: "What?"

Assistant An pretended not to see his wandering mind, and said, "It's already been arranged. If it's quick, I'll be back in two days."

It taught him to take short business trips unwillingly.

Assistant An has long been used to it. Lu is always a family lover. Every time he goes on a business trip, his boss is eager to return. Since Mr. Ning fell ill, this situation has become more serious.

It seems that Mr. Ning is not getting smaller, but dementia, and he can't leave people for a moment.

The itinerary for a few days was compressed to two or three days, and I rushed back as soon as the work was done.

Just like that, she still looked like a bereaved concubine.

Boss Lu thoughtfully sent a message to his little uncle, saying that he was going on a business trip again.

Ning Huang asked him how many days.

He couldn't help calling again.

The little uncle picked it up quickly.

He said: "Depending on the specific progress and arrangements, I should be back in two or three days."

Ning Huang gave a soft "um" and said, there is no need to be in such a hurry.

He was not very happy, and said again: "How do you arrange these few days?"

Ning Huang said: "Record the program, um, take your sister-in-law and Xia Ziyu to have a meal, and then go home and sleep."

He said, "Uncle, I will miss you."

While speaking, he had already begun to picture Ning Huang's appearance in his mind.

Slightly pursed lips, straight nose bridge, hair tucked behind ears, slightly warmed auricles, and eyes that are increasingly smiling.

He heard a soft sigh from the other side of the phone, he must have found a relatively quiet place, and said to him slowly: "Don't compress the schedule, it doesn't matter if you come back late, pay attention to safety."

Ning Huang was silent for a while, then whispered, "I will worry about you."

After a while, he said again, I told Assistant An to readjust the itinerary, so you can work and rest normally.

Lu Chen didn't speak, and after a while, he said, "Uncle, just this once."

"It was the same before. When I said move out, I moved out. After that..."

After that, I missed a lot, and Ning Huang never relied on him again.

Like a reliable elder, he has taken on everything, but he no longer has his little hedgehog.

They all know it.

203

At that time, when the little uncle was still injured, he was called out by his father.

Then throw the newspaper in his face.

It wasn't an authoritative big newspaper. At that time, Ning Huang was so popular that any gossip about him, even if it wasn't true or not, would be passed on.

He was also photographed once or twice, rumored to be Ning Huang's homosexual.

It's just that he has always been careful, wearing a mask every time, his face is blurred, and he doesn't even have any friendly manners, even his classmates can't recognize him.

—his father recognized it.

One by one, even rumors on the Internet that I don't know whether they are true or not, are also held up to the tip of his nose for him to see.

Asked him: "Lu Chen, are you shameless? Don't you feel disgusted?"

Until that moment, he was calm as if he was invulnerable to all poisons, and he even had a glimmer of expectation for his father.

Maybe he was his only son, even if he didn't accept it, he would always give him a little room to breathe and survive.

He said, "Dad, it's all fake. Nothing happened between me and him."

Or rather, nothing happened yet.

But his father said: "I went to your school to check - since you have nothing to do with him, where did you get the money for your graduate studies?"

He froze there, his voice dry: "...my school?"

Yes, his father went to his school himself, asked his mentor, asked his classmates.

I know the amount of his scholarship, and I also know that he doesn't often go to work, but his clothes are always very expensive.

He even described Ning Huang's appearance and asked him if he had come to the school to look for him.

He was 23 years old, and his father chased him to the school to check his household registration, questioning whether he had had close contacts with others, and questioning his financial resources.

His temples throbbed, more angry and painful than when he was beaten.

He tried his best to get rid of the past, and everything he tried his best to get was like being put on the ground and trampled on.

His voice raised unconsciously.

"Why do you want to do this? Do you think I'm living too well? When will you treat me as a person?"

"What do you want others to think of me?"

Father said: "Why do you say I am like this? I also want to ask you, I have trained you for so many years, but you have become like this?"

"I'll ask you again, where did you get the money? Ning Huang gave it?"

Then the question is: "Why did he give you money?"

"What is your relationship?"

At this moment, he knew that there was no need for him to continue to entangle with his father, because he would never understand what he said, and would never listen.

If the entanglement continues, it will only bring more trouble to Ning Huang and him.

"It doesn't matter," he said.

Father walked on the spot for a long time, and said roughly, "Then you move out."

The father said: "Now these people are spreading rumors that you live together, I don't care if you have one or not, move out."

"If you don't move, I'll talk to him. I don't believe it. You bastard is shameless, and he is shameless even if he wants to be on TV."

He stood there, his fingertips sunk into his palm, almost bleeding out.

Everything he has lived seriously in these years, everything he has tried his best to maintain, and everything he yearns for as a person.

It was also like a house that was trampled to pieces by a strong wind.

Only he stood in place, crumbling.

He said, "Okay."

Father froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to agree so readily.

"Okay, I'll move out."

He let go of his fist, fixedly looked at his father for a long time, and said, "I won't live in Ning Huang's house and make you lose face in front of your relatives."

"Is it alright?"

His eyes were gray and cold, and he asked him, "Do you still want to hit me?"

"If I don't want to, I will leave."

His father didn't speak.

And he just brushed his shoulder and left.

It turned out to be a child of man.

There really is a moment when you hate your parents.