Uncertain age difference

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Ning Huang didn't sleep well that night.

In fact, after changing back this time, his memory became more and more detailed, and the emotions he brought became more and more real.

He speculated that it has something to do with the time of the memory, and it has something to do with the emotional fluctuations when the memory occurs.

When it happened to Cheng Xinran, although he was also annoyed, he didn't have such a clear anger.

Maybe it's because Cheng Xinran's memories of that time are relatively vague, and the most impressive ones are those old events that made him angry, while the rest of the memories of wandering in the streets and alleys are not very clear.

But about Lu Chen, he would dream about it every night.

I dreamed that I ran around to make announcements, couldn't sleep all night, didn't want to answer Lu Chen's call, but looked at Lu Chen's missed call in a daze.

After reading Lu Chen's previous chat records with him, page by page, he went to his circle of friends.

Seeing that Lu Chen moved into the upstairs office rented by his senior brother, he didn't even have a heating system, so he bought a small sun to live.

Seeing that Lu Chen was cleaning the office up and down before all the people were hired. In addition to his own room, he had to clean the office. There was no one in the middle of the night, and he had to rush papers and reports on a small table.

Seeing Lu Chen arguing with the management of the office building, he was so angry that he only posted three tearful emojis in Moments.

Swipe down one by one as if in a daze, and then stare at the phone in a daze.

At that time, he was smoking very fiercely. When the agent came in, he coughed and scolded him: "You don't want your throat anymore?"

He said: "It's just these two days, and it will be fine after I have worked hard."

"Then you hurry up," his manager said adding fuel to the fire, "I told you that you are unreliable at a young age."

"He is going to move out before he graduates as a graduate student. If he really wants to graduate, if he wants to go back to your small Changhai town, will you go back with him?"

He glanced at him lazily and said, "You think a lot."

"I've thought about it a long time ago, isn't it because I'm afraid of your temper." The agent gave him a sideways glance and said, "Besides, this is the time when your career is on the rise. Wouldn't it be good to have more fans?"

"Ning Huang, you have made it to the top in the industry. This is the luck God gave you. Have you forgotten how much you suffered when you were not in the top?"

"For someone who is not clear, is it worth it for you to say it yourself?"

Ning Huang got tired of hearing it, covered his ears with a pillow, frowned and said, "Are you okay? Are you not bringing any newcomers? Come here to talk."

"Tell me why I came here. Newcomers are more worry-free than you." The manager looked at him and got angry and scolded him, "Ning Huang, don't think that you are better-looking, have a little reputation, and spend some money for little boys. I recognize you."

"I've seen a lot in the circle. It's not uncommon for someone to spend a lot of money to support their partner—after that time, that's all."

"It's a good thing that he moved out and you got out of it earlier."

Ning Huang let him poke his chest, and was so angry that his brain buzzed, he hit him with a pillow and said, "Zhao Zhe, have you finished your fucking talk, are you here to find me, or are you looking for trouble? "

After finishing speaking, my head hurts one after another. I hugged my head and said in a low voice, "Seeing that I'm not dead yet, I feel uncomfortable, don't you?"

The manager made him smash the pillow, and wanted to scold him at first, but when he saw the pitiful look of him holding his head, he sighed again and said, "All right, all right, I can't afford to offend you."

"You're so mean to me, you don't even dare to fart at home—do you have a headache again?"

Ning Huang is much more delicate than he imagined, smoking and drinking to stay up late and catch a cold, so he can't touch anything.

How did such a delicate person get out of the bar back then?

Maybe it's just patience.

The agent sighed and asked him, "Do you have any painkillers? I remember you have them in your car."

"Didn't drive out." Ning Huang said.

"Where's the luggage?"

Ning Huang's tinnitus had already started, and he couldn't hear what he said, so he said after a while, "The luggage... I didn't bring it out."

These bits and pieces when going out are usually sorted out by Lu Chen for him.

He left in a hurry, alone, with nothing but his mobile phone keys, and even bought his underwear.

"Don't bother me, it will pass after a while." He said.

"Where are you going?" The manager glanced at him and said, "Wait, I'll buy it for you."

The broker is out.

Ning Huang's phone vibrated, he lowered his head in a daze, and glanced at the screen.

Lu Chen called him.

He hung up casually, dizzy with a headache, and hurried to the bathroom.

Vomited acid water.

210

When I woke up, I was in the hotel, at noon.

Ning Huang held his head there, sat and thought for a long time, and always felt that this room was similar to the one in his dream.

The suite is equipped with a living room, bathtub, floor-to-ceiling windows, flower-woven carpet, and the hotel's usual white bed.

He finally remembered how he lost his temper with Lu Chen last night, and he didn't regret it if he said he regretted it, but he was so depressed that he couldn't be happy.

It was cold when he got up, he scratched his hair, and brushed his teeth with the disposable slippers. The hotel's disposable toothbrush was very hard, and he didn't like the smell of soap very much.

The refrigerator in the suite was full, so he took out a can, drank half a can of ice soda on an empty stomach, and finally woke up a little.

It was cloudy outside the window.

He glanced at his mobile phone, there were more than a dozen missed calls, and WeChat also reminded him that he had accumulated more than forty messages.

I don't want to read any of them.

But it just shook.

This vaguely coincided with the phone call in the dream. His hands trembled, and he couldn't help frowning.

Not Lu Chen.

I can't tell if it's a sigh of relief, or it's getting more and more unpleasant.

Remarks are: Broker.

——Just a little bit better than Lu Chen.

I didn't have a headache in the first place, but I almost inherited nervous headache. After watching it for a long time, I finally picked it up and said, "What's the matter?"

The manager on the other side of the phone asked, "Little ancestor, what did you do yesterday?"

Ning Huang said: "Nothing, I went to play with Xia Ziyu and the others."

"No, I mean you and Lu Chen." The agent sucked his teeth and said, "Look at the Internet, you are everywhere now."

"I knew, no matter how big or small, you are the one who can't give me peace of mind."

Ning Huang was taken aback for a moment, and instead of hanging up the call, he clicked directly into Weibo to read.

Everywhere: Ninghuang male lovers kissing

these words.

He touched it with his fingertips, and opened it to see, it was really a photo of him and Lu Chen.

Last night, in the corridor of the nightclub, he grabbed Lu Chen's tie and kissed him.

Fortunately, he deliberately found a blind spot for monitoring, but it was of no use. This should have happened to be seen from some private room, and the sneak shot was taken through the crack of the door.

Lu Chen's face was not photographed.

His face was blurred.

Just looking at the outline of the body, there is a mysterious beauty.

Oops, it's a mess.

The little hedgehog laughed dryly and said, "It's still a pretty good shot."

The agent on the other side of the phone: "..."

He asked again, "Do I have to explain something?"

The manager didn't point out any ideas for the kid, so after thinking for a long time, he said, "It's not a big deal to be gay in the past two years, and you've passed the age when you have to be single."

"But one more thing is worse than one less thing, and you can get mixed up if you can."

"Don't reply, don't do anything, turn on your phone, and I'll contact you later."

Ning Huang let out a "huh".

The agent hung up there.

The little hedgehog staring at the phone screen to see the kissing photo from yesterday.

In the dim light, he was holding the man's tie in his hand, his facial features were unclear, but his movements were fierce.

I couldn't help being distracted, thinking, did he look so fierce yesterday?

He clicked on Weibo, and all he saw at a glance were netizens who were making a fuss because of his sexual orientation.

Further down is a group of people who look at their height and dress up and guess who it is.Guess the male model.Guess the up-and-comers.

Several of the artists who went out to play yesterday posted on Weibo, and they were picked up and compared one by one.

Even Zhanyan was pulled out and compared for several rounds, and the child was so frightened that he directly sent an emoji shaking his head on Weibo.

Ning Huang chuckled lightly.

The children present did not dare to get involved in this matter, one by one reposted this emoticon package, and the netizens had already entered the stage of elimination.

Someone below said that since none of these people were there, we could only guess outside the circle, Zhan Yan also had a cousin.

Ning Huang thought to himself, he still has a manager, does he look down on Zhao Zhe?

It turned out that the next one was Zhao Zhe.

Ning Huang: ...

Comments scrolled down.

Ning Huang's fingers paused.

Someone said: "It's Lu Chen, not Lu Chen, I am standing on my head and have diarrhea."

The following group of people @露晨 said Mr. Lu, please satisfy him.

After that, there are even more outrageous and irrelevant candidates.

Ning Huang couldn't tell whether it was more funny or more helpless.

Compared with the artists in the circle, these speculations are obviously used as jokes by netizens, and some people post the heads of this photo one by one, and then let people vote on who is more suitable for him.

He is like a ruthless page-turning machine, turning page after page.

But looking at it, I suddenly became annoyed and lost interest.

Throw the phone aside.

That's the fucking thing, he thought.

It's always been like this, and no one really thinks that they should be a couple.

Ning Huang looked like he was in his twenties, hugging a pillow, sitting by the hotel window in a daze.

After a while, his phone vibrated.

He took a look, and it turned out that his special attention on Weibo had not been cancelled.

He opened it up.

This time it was Lu Chen.

Haven't had time to jump out yet.

Suddenly froze there.

Lu Chen sent a bouquet of dried champagne roses.

It was made by Lu Chen himself. After a few days, he has lost moisture and is no longer plump.But it is still carefully placed in the vase, maintaining soft colors, another beautiful gesture.

Lu Chen said: Yes, I love him.

211

Lu Chen must have guessed that the little hedgehog would call him.

That's why it's so fast.

Nobody spoke.

Ning Huang looked at the photo on the phone stupidly, was silent for a long time, and said, "Are you crazy?"

Lu Chen just smiled over there.

He said, "Lu Chen!"

A lot of thoughts went through his mind, about Lu Chen's family and parents, about Lu Chen's company, about Lu Chen's reputation, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He said: "Has Zhao Zhe gone to find you? I'll go and tell him..."

"No."

Lu Chen's voice was lazy and hoarse, and he said with a smile, "I just woke up too."

"I drank too much last night and made a lot of harassing calls to you."

"Zhao Zhe didn't have time to tell me that my Weibo has been blocked by your news."

On the other end of the phone, there was the sound of the quilt rubbing, and Lu Chen seemed to get up lazily, stepping on his slippers.

Never answered his question.

Ning Huang choked on him and said, what nonsense are you talking about on Weibo?

"I'm not talking nonsense." Lu Chen said softly, "If there is any trouble, we will find a way to solve it."

He got up, saw the message, and did just that.

"...I don't want to miss a second time," he said.

Ning Huang suddenly grabbed the phone.

Couldn't speak for a while.

The voice on the other end of the phone was still so gentle, pushing open the balcony door and whispering to him.

"Uncle, it's snowing."

Ning Huang was stunned.

Subconsciously looked out the window.

Sure enough, fine velvet flowers fell down one after another.

The city's first snow.