Uncertain age difference

25

On the screen of Lu Chen's mobile phone, the search results were displayed in black characters on a white background in the browser, and the first one was his photo.

Slightly long and shattered hair tied at the back of the head, long-haired rabbit tail, metallic gray suit, behind him is a pretentious glass maze, with countless reflections of him, it looks like a magazine cover or album photo taken with a concave shape.

Encyclopedia entry: Ning Huang (inland musician, singer)

The following is a small catalog of acting experience and personal life in order, counting his debut experience over the years, albums made for others, albums made for himself, and songs made for movies and TV shows.

Further down, there are topics about him on various platforms, shocking news, collections of famous songs, and random news that I don't know whether it is true or not.

This had to be shown to Ning Huang a few days ago, and he would definitely be jumping for joy every minute, and even be able to sing and dance on the spot.

But the current situation only made his big crab more thoroughly cooked.

The two pliers opened and closed, closed and opened again, his mouth was dry, and he stammered: "I...I..."

Lu Chen suppressed a smile, and stuffed the phone into his hand: "I just bought it today... I should have given it to you earlier."

Ning Huang felt that the phone was extremely hot.

Lu Chen is still explaining to him in detail:

"The house we live in upstairs is also yours. It has nothing to do with me."

"It's true that I bought the studio, but most of the musical instruments are collected by you yourself. After you move the musical instruments down, the study will belong to me."

"By the way, Xia Ziyu also made a special trip to find you. You two have worked together for many years, and I actually have nothing to do with her."

"Also, since I was in college, I have been living here with you, and I have never paid you a penny of the rent. It's all because of my cooking skills and beauty to eat and drink."

As he was talking, he had unconsciously approached him.

Both hands clasped together in a "slap" and slapped Ning Huang's face.

"Uncle."

"Strictly speaking, I have been taken care of by you for a long time."

Ning Huang's face was completely red.

Not only the face, but looking down, the ears, neck, and even the fingertips seemed to be on fire, and the toes were digging the ground.

He had never been so embarrassing in his life, wishing he could disappear in front of Lu Chen on the spot.

Lu Chen felt the temperature of his cheek under his palm, and solemnly appraised: "Okay, it's done."

You can open the lid and eat.

Ning Huang's lips trembled: "Then you and I..."

"It's a serious relationship." Lu Chen whispered in his ear slowly, "There is neither threat nor temptation."

"In order to prevent you from misunderstanding, I want to declare first that I am four years younger than you, even if there is really a threat, it should be me who was seduced by you in the first place."

!

How did this person say such shameless words openly! ! !And said it with sincerity.

Is it because you get thicker when you get older?

Ning Huang slapped Lu Chen's hand off angrily.

I heard Lu Chen say it seriously.

"To tell you the truth, I am also very interested in nurturing, little uncle, if you are willing to give me a chance..."

He was still happy to let his little uncle sit on his desk and do something.

The voice did not fall.

A pillow has been smashed on the face.

Ning Huang couldn't bear it anymore, and ran away from the door.

Behind him was a maniacal laughter that could not be covered by the soundproofing of the studio.

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After Ning Huang returned home, he never came out that day.It is estimated that he lost face in outer space and entered autistic mode.

Lu Chen knocked on the door several times with a smile, and was bombarded once.

Can't even fool you with sweet and sour pork ribs for dinner.

In the end, he walked over holding the house book and passbook, and knocked on the door slowly with his knuckles.

"Get out!" The people in the room pretended to be fierce, "If you don't eat tonight, don't look for me."

It's just that the voice sounded muffled, probably his face was buried in that big fried egg pillow.

Lu Chen could even imagine Ning Huang's posture, the big ones and the small ones were all the same, he wouldn't let in the door if he was embarrassed and embarrassed, he rolled around holding the fried egg, thinking about it, and when he couldn't roll, he turned his face down and buried it in the soft bed. Huhu's fried egg pillow pretends to be a dead person.

Lu Chen said lazily, "Then do you want to take a look at your house?"

Ning Huang: "Don't look!"

Lu Chen: "I really don't want to see it? Are you afraid that I lied to you?"

Ning Huang: "..."

"Actually, you don't have to read it." Lu Chen calculated carefully at the door: "It just so happens that you also lost your memory, let me see how to transfer all your property to my name..."

The door opened reluctantly.

Ning Huang hugged the one-meter-long fried egg pillow and stared at him fiercely.

Lu Chen almost laughed out loud, this pillow is so good to buy.

Tantrums are so cute.

Holding the passbook and ledger in his arms, he sat down on the bed without any hesitation.

The little money fan came over hesitantly and with mischievous eyebrows.

The fever in the red ears hadn't subsided yet, so Lu Chen couldn't restrain himself. He leaned over and tried to kiss him secretly, but failed. Instead, his little uncle glared at him and almost ran away with the fried egg.

He grabbed the fried egg and dragged it back, coaxing him with a smile: "I won't bother you anymore, I won't bother you anymore."

"I was wrong."

Although this misidentification is not at all sincere.

Even the smile was still hanging on the corners of his brows and eyes.

27

With a dark face, Ning Huang opened his own book.

After confirming that the name of the head of the household is indeed me, I saw his brows and eyes finally stretched out, first they widened, and then they secretly curved into crescent moons.

Although the corners of his mouth are still tense, he looks genuinely happy.

Lu Chen opened the ledger again, and counted his expenditures over the years one by one. You used this money to travel to music festivals abroad, and I worked as a tour guide, driver and translator for you. You used that money to make an album. , this income is a variety show contract. After returning, I twisted my waist and said that I would never go again. That income is music copyright...

Bits and pieces, everything is remembered carefully and clearly.

Lu Chen has never mentioned work to him, which is somewhat selfish.

Ning Huang has a temper that can't come out when he's touched by music, and he has an awkward personality. It's not easy to make a love story. carry.

Who knew there would be such a big misunderstanding.

Ning Huang's account book began when he was in his twenties, that is, the year Lu Chen came to his house.

After Lu Chen took care of his housework, he took care of his finances, and finally swept him away, so that now every expenditure can be clearly explained to him.

Turning over and over and turning his head, it happened to be the year when he first came here.

Lu Chen pointed to the monthly expenditure of [-] and suddenly laughed.

Ning Huang was a little curious: "What did I buy?"

Lu Chen replied seriously: "This is because you, as a kind person, subsidize education for out-of-school children."

Ning Huang nodded, a little curious: "Then how many did I fund?"

"Just one." Lu Chen pointed his finger at his nose. "I."

Ning Huang: ...

If he had known earlier, he would not have asked him.

At that time, not long after he broke up with his family, his little uncle really paid for his postgraduate study.

It’s just that Ning Huang, who gave the money, seemed to be a thief. While he was not paying attention, he secretly stuffed the bank card into his bag. After being discovered, he pretended not to care, and said, “It’s my secondary card, take it here.” Let's buy food."

He took it to buy vegetables as promised.

Unexpectedly, a month later, when I came home, I saw my little uncle nestled on the sofa like a king, holding his chin, condescendingly asking him to come over.

He passed.

Ning Huang squinted his eyes and asked, "Why hasn't the money been moved?"

"The previous food money has not been spent yet." He said.

"Lu Chen? Are you a pig?" Ning Huang remained expressionless.

Only then did he realize that the money might not be for buying vegetables, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

But still politely said: "Little uncle, I have a scholarship, the boss will give me money, and I can also apply for student loans..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Huang smashed a pillow head-on.

"Stupid? Thinking about giving interest to the bank?" Ning Huang raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you give it to me?"

He just laughed.

It is agreed that all the interest will be given to the little uncle in the future.

Later, this card will have 4000 yuan every month. For Lu Chen, who lives frugally, it is a huge sum that cannot be used up.

During festivals and birthdays, there will be extra money out of nowhere, and the little uncle himself doesn't even mention it.

At that time, he left breakfast for his little uncle before leaving. When he put on his coat and picked up his backpack to go out, Ning Huang would lazily walk out of the house.

Stretching out his head to take a look at the breakfast, he decided to go back to sleep or wash up and eat according to the dishes.

While squatting down to tie his shoelaces, Lu Chen told him, "Don't go back to the cage, or you won't be able to sleep at night."

"Oh." The little uncle replied indifferently, thinking that he couldn't control him anyway.

Lu Chen stood up and said, "Little uncle, thank you."

The little uncle said "um", and his voice was a little more stiff, and began to urge him to get out: "Hurry up, don't be late."

He put on his backpack, and vaguely saw his little uncle grabbing his long hair, tying it up, and heading to the bathroom to wash up.

He usually had the corners of his mouth up all day that day.

28

"Speaking of which, the money hasn't been repaid yet." Lu Chen was thoughtful.

Not long after graduating, I put all the money in the card together with interest, and returned it to my uncle, who pushed me back.

At that time, the little uncle didn't raise his head or open his eyes: "Isn't it just a business? I'll pay it back later, I'm not bad at that."

After this, it will be a long time later.

It's just that Ning Huang is still a little money fanatic at the moment, when he heard that someone still dared to owe him money, he immediately stood up, raised his eyebrows and stared at him: "When do you plan to pay it back?"

"Well, I don't plan to pay it back." He said frankly.

Ning Huang was shocked that there are such brazen adults in this world.

Did the years bring his thick skin, or did it take away his shame?

This has always been an unsolved mystery.

Lu Chen pretended to sigh: "I can't help it, I owe too many years, and I think it's a loss when I think about it."

Ning Huang paused, and muttered, "I don't insist on asking you for interest."

Lu Chen looked distressed: "That's a long way off, business is not easy."

"You can see that the stall is big, so it looks good, and the employees have to be paid."

His hard-working expression was done well enough to frighten his little uncle, Ning Huang frowned, and muttered, "Then how about..."

Never mind?

In fact, the studio downstairs alone was enough to offset Lu Chen's living expenses for two years.

He was still there earnestly deciding more for Lu Chen.

Say you buy me that guitar, and count it as a month's living expenses.

You also bought that keyboard, which counts as a little more, and counts as one year.

The most expensive part of the studio is the house, calculated according to the area...

Seeing that Ning Huang was about to calculate the debt for himself.

Lu Chen rubbed his head slowly and said, "It's a wrong calculation."

Ning Huang said: "It's not a mistake."

Lu Chen turned over, lay on his back on the bed, and told him that a kiss from a male college student should be worth a month's living expenses.

Sticking out your tongue counts as two months.

The two of them slept together, or... three months?

"We can do whatever deal you want."

Ning shook his face and blushed.

He had already forgotten the stupid things he said before, but he was so startled that he grinned his teeth and was about to beat someone up.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chen pulled his wrist and jumped right on top of Lu Chen, relying on his arms to support him, so that he didn't stick into two pancakes.

Lu Chen looked at him with a smile.

Lu Chen is actually pretty.

The youthful taste of wearing baseball jackets, sneakers and schoolbags has faded unknowingly, and the restraint of teenagers between the brows has also dissipated without a trace, but the playful and smiling mouth is still the same, making the brows gentle and mellow .

The eyelashes are thick and long, and the pupils are brown, like translucent caramel with a slightly bitter taste.

Ning Huang looked at him for a long time.

I thought this guy was very suitable to go on TV, playing a handsome and elegant businessman or military adviser, even if he was thrown in the star pile, he would not give up.

Then he heard the man say in his ear with great candor:

"Uncle, I'm different from you."

"I can pay my debts in various ways."

"Moreover, the service attitude is very good."

damn it.

old rascal.