Uncertain age difference

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The moment Lu Chen got into the quilt.

Ning Huang suddenly realized Lu Chen's sense of volume.

The really steaming, big one appeared under the quilt, thus occupying and compressing the distance between the two of them.

They were facing each other, and the little hedgehog opened his mouth and asked dryly, "Do you just sleep like this?"

Lu Chen smiled, twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked him slowly: "Otherwise?"

He made him ask a little hotly, carefully measuring the distance between himself and Lu Chen with his eyes.

About twenty centimeters.

I don't know whether it's safe or lost, so I pretended to be calm and said: "It's nothing, just turn off the lights."

Lu Chen sat up and turned off the light.

When I lay down again, the twenty centimeters instantly returned to zero.

Lu Chen pulled him into his arms.

There is already a tight bond between the two.

Every inch of skin was stuck to him through the thin pajamas. He hit Lu Chen's neck, and the tip of his nose even touched his collarbone.

At this distance, Lu Chen smelled like a giant milk orange exuding the smell of milk shower gel.

He couldn't help wrinkling the tip of his nose, and took a greedy breath.

He seemed to be hugged by a big, fluffy and warm doll, and fell into a soft embrace.

Momentarily unwilling to get up.

But weird and picky thoughts, but for some reason, also popped up one after another.

After a while, he disliked Lu Chen in a low voice, and said, "We breathe face to face, will I be short of oxygen?"

It's clearly a little bit of a height stagger, and that's why he has such weird worries.

Lu Chen laughed and said, "Then turn around."

His arms were still around him,

He turned over clumsily in Lu Chen's arms, and was tightly embedded in his arms.

Comfortable this time.

Lu Chen hugged him from behind, but his breath fell on his ears softly and continuously.

His heart was beating thumpingly, and the bases of his ears were burned very red. He couldn't hold back the random wandering thoughts, but secretly grabbed a corner of the quilt.

He couldn't help asking: "Lu Chen, I'm tired of sleeping this way, will turning around wake you up?"

Lu Chen said, "No."

He asked again: "Then do I sleep honestly? Will I kick you out of bed?"

Lu Chen smiled: "No."

His little uncle is very smart, afraid of the cold in winter, his arms and legs are always huddled under the quilt, sticking to his arms like pancakes, so he is not willing to kick him out of bed.

——But summer is not so certain.

Ning Huang seemed to have countless weird thoughts spinning in his mind, but unexpectedly he was kissed on the face.

Lu Chen said with a smile in a gentle voice, "Go to bed early."

From the sides of his ears and cheeks, he was numb to the tailbone like this, as if every invisible thorn on his body was soothed softly, and he nestled in Lu Chen's arms obediently, unable to hold back anymore. stand up.

He said, "Oh, good night."

222

Ning Huang thought he could sleep soundly in Lu Chen's arms, but he still had a dream in the middle of the night.

It was about a period of time after Lu Chen moved out, and after he was busy with countless announcements, he finally returned home.

The house was pitch dark, and he didn't even bother to turn on the lights, so he fell headlong in the room, unable to fall asleep.

Later, I went to the terrace in the middle of the night in a daze, pouring cans of beer down my throat, as if what I drank was not wine but water.

Let the alcohol paralyze me, so I hold the guitar and play and sing by myself.

Playing to the third song, I heard someone scolding him from some floor downstairs: "Play your uncle! Let no one sleep!"

He was too drunk, so he leaned on the railing and shouted to the downstairs, "My wife has run away!"

Downstairs is not a good person, shouting: "None of my business! My wife didn't run away!"

Yes, other people's wives are fine.

Only Lu Chen didn't want to stay here anymore.

After all, Ning Huang didn't play any more, staggered back, threw himself on the sofa, and slept through the night in a daze.

Later, when his agent came to deliver the documents to him, seeing his stinking appearance, he scolded him: "If you really don't like living here, move out."

"It's not that you can't afford a better house. If you can't, the company has prepared a dormitory for newcomers. The conditions are good. If you like it, you can live there for a while, and it can be lively."

Ning Huang was paralyzed on the sofa and had no image, staring at the ceiling and muttering: "I'm sick? I can't stay at home, so I can go to the company dormitory if I have nothing to do."

The agent said: "Then who will you show me like this every day?"

He said, "Who the hell is crying like a wolf?"

"I'm the melancholy of a musician, can you control me?"

The agent made him speechless, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, ancestor, I don't need to worry about you."

"You are melancholy right here, and melancholy will not kill you."

Carrying bags and documents and cursing down.

After a while, he turned dark again and said, "Fuck, who is downstairs of yours?"

Which who?

Ning Huang seemed to have a spring under his buttocks, launching from the sofa.

He looked from the balcony and found a tall, familiar figure standing downstairs.

He was stupid for more than half a minute, cursed a curse, and said, "Then why are you standing there? Tell him to come up."

Suddenly, he slapped his head again and said, "No, you can wait 10 minutes before going."

He quickly emptied the ashtray, opened the window to let out the smell, and picked up the empty beer cans one by one and stuffed them into the trash can.

When excited, he accidentally kicked his toe on the coffee table leg, jumped up with an "ow", gasping for cold air hissing through his teeth.

The agent cursed and said, "I fucking convinced you."

Grinning his teeth, Ning Huang continued to pick up the beer cans and said, let's go.

The manager turned his head to go down, but suddenly fell silent for a while, and said, "Ning Huang, don't expect too much."

He didn't even bring a suitcase, and if he really wanted to come back, he would have called Ning Huang a long time ago.

Ning Huang froze for a moment, let go of his hand, the beer can was not held firmly, and fell out of the trash can with a clatter.

The rest of the drink spilled out, and he took out a few paper towels to wipe it off, then lowered his head and said for a while, "I know."

The agent sighed and said, then I went down to get someone?

He said "hmm".

From a distance, he saw what the manager said to Lu Chen from the balcony. Lu Chen nodded and followed behind the manager.

When Lu Chen came up, Ning Huang pretended to be sitting on the sofa watching TV.

The broker is gone.

Lu Chen took off his shoes, found the spare guest slippers to change into, and sat at the dining table.

He could feel that Lu Chen had watched him for a long time.

Call him cautiously again: "Little uncle."

The air in the room was stagnant and cold. Ning Huang hated this feeling. He changed the TV channel restlessly, and said for a while, "What are you doing downstairs?"

He heard Lu Chen silent for a while, and said, "I'll come back to get things."

Ning Huang's heart still sank.

For a long time, I said, let's go.

Lu Chen gave a "hmm".

He heard Lu Chen walking back into that room, looking for something rustlingly, opening and closing the drawers, and finally fell silent for a long time.

It still came out.

Ning Huang stared at the replay of the so-called skit on the TV, and said, "Found it?"

Lu Chen gave a "hmm".

He didn't ask what he was looking for.

Lu Chen stood there, and there was no follow-up movement for a long time.

Ning Huang was silent for a moment, but still had no choice but to look up at him.

The moment he met Lu Chen's eyes, he even had an illusion.

He suspected that Lu Chen was a big dog that was abandoned by him and rubbed against his trousers, looking at him with aggrieved and nostalgic eyes.

...But they all knew who was the one who was left behind.

Lu Chen whispered, "Uncle, I'm hungry."

Ning Huang scolded ten thousand bad words in his heart, stared at him for a long time, and finally said: "There are only instant noodles at home."

Lu Chen didn't speak.

Ning Huang had no choice but to stand up and go to the kitchen to look for the box of instant noodles. In fact, Lu Chen left him a lot of instant food, and he threw them out when he got angry.

Even the tablecloths and gadgets they bought together later were thrown back into Lu Chen's own room by him.

No one takes care of it, and it's just an eyesore if it's left there.

Lu Chen should have seen it, but didn't say anything.

He was in the kitchen, firing instant noodles for Lu Chen.

Lu Chen was a little embarrassed: "I'll do it myself."

He said, "No need."

Lu Chen stood at the familiar kitchen door, motionless, and finally lowered his head and sat back at the dining table.

Braised beef noodles.

A few shriveled and tiny pieces of beef jerky, the aroma blended with seasonings, and the yellowish noodles softened and deformed in boiling water.

Ning Huang couldn't even find a ham sausage, and ended up with an ugly purse.

He found a pair of chopsticks and put the small pot for cooking noodles directly in front of him.

He asked, "Would you like a Coke?"

Lu Chen said yes.

He went to open the refrigerator again.

The refrigerator was empty, save for rows and rows of beer and soda.The glass box that Lu Chen used to store ingredients in the past was stacked aside by the newly hired temporary housekeeper because no one was using it.

He sometimes has an illusion because Lu Chen left.

The house followed suit.

He put the soda in front of Lu Chen.

Seeing Lu Chen with his hair hanging down, he was in a daze, motionless.

I don't know if it's because he's too busy with his studies and work, and he's working too hard. Lu Chen has lost a lot of weight. He was already tall, but once he lost weight, he looked even more lonely and pitiful.

His eyebrows and eyes are as handsome and beautiful as before, but they are much more gloomy and tired.

In fact, Ning Huang can still recall his gentle and smiling, youthful and bookish appearance when we first met. Compared with the big boy back then, it seems that he has changed a lot.

Ning Huang couldn't bear it.

He was silent for a while, then said, "Is the money enough?"

Lu Chen whispered, enough.

Ning Huang said: "I almost forgot, you also have a salary now."

Lu Chen gave a low "hmm" and said softly, "Not a lot, but enough to eat."

He looked at Lu Chen for a while, and opened a can of iced Coke himself.

From the fingertips, it is cold to the heart and lungs.

Lu Chen said, "Uncle, I'm graduating soon."

He asked, "Do you want to continue reading?"

Lu Chen said: "No, I want to make money early."

He opened his mouth, and finally said, "Just think about it yourself."

After a while, he finally returned to the sofa in the living room and said, "Go back after dinner."

He continued to nest on the sofa, watching that unknown TV sketch.

My mind doesn't know where to go.

Lu Chen counted the instant noodles one by one.

He didn't rush either.

Lu Chen tried to gossip with him, saying, little uncle, I was watching your recorded program.

He said, which.

Lu Chen said, it's the one who went on a trip. My school girl said she likes you very much.

He let out a oh.

He finished filming the travel show in a daze, and he really couldn't say anything.

In the end, he had nothing to say, and Lu Chen went to wash the pot and chopsticks by himself, and put them on the draining rack.

After a moment of silence, Lu Chen walked slowly to the door and put on his coat.

Lu Chen stood by the door and said, "I'll carry the garbage out for you."

Lowering his head, he found that the manager had already thrown it down.

Lu Chen could only lower his head and smile.

Finally said: "Little uncle, I'm leaving."

Ning Huang hummed.

Ning Huang glanced at him and found that Lu Chen was also looking at him.

That glance was far away.

He said, good.

He sat on the sofa and heard the sound of the door closing.

he thought then.

Maybe people shouldn't have such high expectations.

No expectations, no disappointment.

After sitting on the sofa for an unknown amount of time, he heard his cell phone vibrate.

It was Lu Chen who sent him a message.

He didn't know how many messages he had received, but he couldn't help but click on each one.

Lu Chen said, little uncle, will you come to the graduation ceremony?

Ning Huang looked at it for a long time, closed his eyes, and threw the phone aside.

After a while, the phone vibrated again.

Lu Chen said, there is still a period of time, if you are busy, forget it.

After a while, Lu Chen said, please.