Uncertain age difference

22

The next day, Ning Huang really saw the music studio he was thinking about.

The heart almost jumped out of the mouth.

He tried his best to restrain himself, and gently touched the limited-edition electronic organ and the straight microphone.

Computers, stereos, radios, all equipment that I don't know what to use.A kazoo and a metronome on a shelf.

Solid wood table, soft sofa.

The sun poured in and blended into the warm and soft tones. He leaned his face against the table, as if he had finally gotten a little closer to his desire.

He turned on the computer, searched to learn software and equipment that he had never seen more than ten years ago, and distinguished those niche musical instruments that he had never seen before.

Like a mouse in an oil tank.

When he was in a trance, he vaguely heard the whispers of the devil.

These are already his.

He doesn't even need to do anything, as long as he accepts all this with peace of mind, and communicates with Lu Chen as if he were in love, he doesn't have to go back to the dirty old rental house, swallow the terrible box lunch, and wander around the city .

You can have a home.

Have everything you like best.

And Lu Chen is not an annoying person.

Even, he is quite a gentle guy.

For some reason, Lu Chen's face suddenly appeared in front of him, with a gentle and bright smile, beautiful phoenix eyes, and when he was drying his hair, his fingertips brushed his scalp.

Ning Huang was lured into a daze by the devil's whispers, lying on the table, as if he could smell the smell of citrus again, filling his nostrils bit by bit.

No, he needs to calm down.

Not because of being a little teeny...

Well, neither does the temptation of heaven and earth.

Ning Huang suddenly stood up.

Go to the door.

There are several well-maintained guitars neatly placed there. The brand and origin are all his former dream lovers.

Qi Shushua appeared in front of him.

Ning Huang took a step back.

Help, how could there be such a big temptation in this world for a single person?

Too cunning, right?

23

Ning Huang stayed in the devil's room for a whole day.

He began to look forward to Lu Chen taking himself out of this room after get off work. He defeated the whispering of the devil for [-] rounds in his mind.

None of this is my own.

Just come and see.

Ning Huang said it again silently, Ning Huang, you can't fall, you can't sell your soul because of this, and deceive people's feelings.

He finally made up his mind and opened the door to leave the room, when he suddenly heard a conversation outside.

The sound insulation of this studio is excellent, he didn't even hear anyone coming from outside just now.

He saw two figures through the crack of the door.

The tall, slender and silent one is Lu Chen.

The other is a thin and talkative girl with short green hair that looks like seaweed. She speaks very fast, jumping out like a machine gun.

Ning Huang looked at the face and couldn't remember the person, but he heard a trace of familiarity in the voice, and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up.

Xia Ziyu!

He used to be the favorite female singer in China.

In fact, he couldn't remember what Xia Ziyu looked like and what experiences he had.

In fact, he has no concept of chasing stars at all. All he can remember are the songs he has saved in his small mp3, and the name of the singer after the song title.

Maybe he knew that she was younger than him, but she made her debut early, her voice was neutral, light and lazy, with a slight warmth.

He is from another world.

He was not a good student when he was studying. He was always placed in the last row, with a baggy school uniform jacket and earphone cords passing through the sleeves.

He pretended to think with his head sideways, and secretly went to listen to the song.

Listening, biting off the cap of the pen again, writing and drawing on the notebook, the black pen dripped out strings of melodies.

Later, when I listened to it a lot, I would write my own tune, and secretly beat the time in my heart and hum softly.

Because the teacher hit his head with chalk because he was distracted, he was embarrassed to turn his head away.

Write for yourself, for the voice you like, or even for a certain day, a certain thought.

Some of them were written to Xia Ziyu.

Lu Chen knew Xia Ziyu.

Then can he really give the song to Xia Ziyu?

At least, can I ask for an autograph?

and many more.

Was my previous self corrupted in this way?

Greedy for home, greedy for good conditions, greedy for opportunities at your fingertips.

Ning Huang even made up a complete script for himself within 2 minutes.

He ran out without finishing high school, the only music he loves, and he seems to have made no achievements when he grows up, he is not good at words, he has no understanding of the world, and the best thing he is good at is suffering.

No wonder Lu Chen never mentioned his job during this time - maybe he didn't have any job at all.

Normal people disappear for a period of time, isn't the most important thing to get back to work quickly?

He was homeless and doing nothing, but he met Lu Chen, a wealthy, well-connected, good-looking guy who could provide him with opportunities, so he was taken care of smoothly.

Isn't this the legendary, unspoken rule of the entertainment industry!

Ning Huang was shocked.

At that moment, his fingertips gripping the doorknob trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually began to wander.

Realizing that he even planned to break out of the door before, taking advantage of his familiarity with Lu Chen, and eagerly going up to ask for his autograph, he finally closed the door.

Please, don't test him again.

He's just a vulgar guy who accomplishes nothing.

Can't stand so many temptations.

24

Xia Ziyu didn't stay for long, and left with that short green seaweed hair.

Lu Chen didn't know that during the time of the conversation, he had already become a victim in the eyes of his little uncle.

He was still recalling that when he brought Ning Huang in, Ning Huang tried his best to hide his excited eyes, always thinking that his little uncle should have a very happy day.

— but it's always been that way.

As long as Ning Huang can hide in the room and play with things related to sound, he will be like a little hamster buried in peanut seeds, even his eyes are full of happiness.

Cough...Maybe I will kiss him, maybe.

When Boss Lu thought about it this way, his steps became a little brisk.

Who knows when the door is pushed open.

My little uncle was squatting in a corner, with beautiful eyes and dull eyes, his body was lingering, and the rain was pouring on his head, and clumps of wild mushrooms were about to grow in a trance.

What a picture of a beauty planting mushrooms who is devastated and hit hard.

Lu Chen: ...Why is this different from what he thought.

He cleared his throat, carefully approached the cloud that could not be dispelled, and asked, "Little uncle?"

Ning Huang glanced at him, and muttered in frustration: "Are you here?"

"Let's go."

It is simply the performance of the mood value falling to a negative value.

What is the little uncle thinking?Rebellious period?

The second monk Lu Chenzhang couldn't figure it out, after much deliberation, he decided to tell his little uncle the news first: "Xia Ziyu came just now."

Ning Huang raised his eyelids, and his lips moved accordingly, but he didn't speak.

Lu Chen said: "She is here to invite you. There is a lack of people for a program - a music creation program. The original guest has run away. I want to ask if you would like it."

It was the first time that Xia Ziyu worked with someone to prepare a show, even in front of the stage and behind the scenes, and when there was no one, he thought of Ning Huang who had a good relationship.

Ning Huang has his own independent team, but since he has shrunk, he has suspended work contact under the instruction of Boss Lu, so he has no choice but to come to invite him.

Ning Huang's expression froze visible to the naked eye: "What?"

All the blood in his body rushed to his brain, and his heart beat fast.

The program, the opportunity, the songwriting.

Is the test not over yet?

Lu Chen still said solemnly: "Little uncle, I don't want you to work hard, but I should ask for your opinion."

"If you really want to..."

Unexpectedly, Ning Huang didn't know what to think of, and suddenly took three steps back, his expression gradually became fierce.

Lu Chen didn't expect his reaction to be so big: "What's wrong?"

Ning Huang seemed to have finally made up his mind, with a cold face, his expression was awkward and stiff: "...to participate in this program, what do I need to do?"

Lu Chen wants to say that it should only need to write songs, participate in recording, and cooperate.

The specifics need to be determined by the team.

But I heard Ning Huang's low and guilty voice: "If it's that unspoken rule...I can't."

Lu Chen: "...what rules?"

Who dares to unspoken rules for his little uncle!

"It's just sleeping." Ning Huang threw up his face and hit a straight ball with no expression on his face, "I can't."

"Nothing else."

Ning Huang tried his best to calm down, he didn't actually hate Lu Chen, on the contrary, he had an inexplicable affection for him.

But this has nothing to do with Lu Chen himself.

He tried hard to express his thoughts clearly.

"I don't know what I was thinking in my thirties, and I don't want to know."

"The studio is fine, you are fine, and home is fine."

He has never been able to imagine what kind of life he will lead when he grows up, nor can he place such beautiful hopes.

"But I don't want to get these things by sleeping with you..."

but.

...he guessed these.

Should be right?

Why does Lu Chen's expression look like he's holding back a smile?

The smile was only in the eyes, and then the corners of the mouth were slightly raised.

I couldn't help it, even my voice trembled.

Lu Chen grabbed his wrist and managed his expression for a long time. After a long time, he squeezed out the words smoothly from between his lips.

"Uncle."

"?"

"Our misunderstanding may be a bit big."

Lu Chen held back a laugh, his voice trembling.

"You don't think we have some shady deal, do you?"

"For example, you sleep with me, live with me, and then I give you a show opportunity and other things..."

Ning Huang also seemed to realize something was wrong, he suddenly realized that his toes were already curling up secretly, but he still forced his face to ask.

"Isn't it?"

But if it wasn't for Lu Chen, how could there be a show looking for someone who has no job and no name?

Could it be that he performed on Tianqiao and was selected?

Lu Chen finally laughed out loud.

"Uncle, don't you know that you have a stage name?"

He thought that even if the little uncle searched him casually, he would know his current job and situation, so there was no need to foolishly count them all to the other party.

Just didn't expect it.

Little Uncle's stage name was given after his debut.

Ning Huang's eyes widened.

It was originally something to be happy about, but now he couldn't be ecstatic at all.

He only had time to think about what nonsense he just said.

Unspoken rules, sleep.

The hot air was slowly transpiring, from his curled up toes, rising to his chest, face, and finally two ears, smoke would come out.

In Lu Chen's eyes, he saw a big steaming crab.

Excuse me, since he can become smaller.

—So can time be turned back?