Uncertain age difference

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The winter solstice and Christmas are always next to each other, and the day I made a dinner appointment with the little lawyer was already Christmas Eve.

The appointment was for western food, which was very suitable for the occasion. When I went out, I saw snowflakes scattered all over the place. The little lawyer opened an umbrella and escorted his lover away. Before leaving, he shook hands with Ning Huang, his eyes were still like those of a puppy It was shining brightly, but the heat had already condensed on the person beside him.

When shaking hands, Ning Huang glanced at Lu Chen with a smile.

Boss Lu was as stable as Mount Tai, with a smile on his face, as if he was not the one who listened to the song after a night of jealousy.

The two of them didn't bring umbrellas. When they left, Ning Huang suddenly became interested. Instead of going home, they wandered aimlessly in the commercial street with Lu Chen.

On Christmas Eve, sporadic light snow did not affect the bustle. All kinds of restaurants were full of people, and couples on the street were next to each other, sticking together in pairs.

It was a good thing, too—nobody was watching them closely.

Occasionally seeing pointing fingers, or holding up his mobile phone to take a photo from a distance, he has long been used to it and doesn't care.

Among the turbulent crowd.

Lu Chen touched the back of his hand.

He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

As if they had met some signal, first one or two fingers touched, then entangled with each other, and finally they were pulled together silently.

Fingers intertwined.

Fingers crossed, warm palms overlapped, exposed to others' sight.

Ning Huang felt a little uncomfortable, so he leaned closer to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen asked with a smile: "Are you still a little uncomfortable?"

is not used to.

But he grabbed his hand tightly and muttered, "Don't care!"

He held it however he wanted, and endured it for a long time before he could be so aboveboard.

Fragments of icing sugar fell from the air and melted before they reached the hands. Couples of young lovers passed by, their laughing voices lingering in the air.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chen gently kissed the top of his hair and said, how about this?

He was startled.

It is not conspicuous among the little lovers who are hugging and chatting in the street.

He was old, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and said for a long time: "This, it's a bit too much."

Lu Chen chuckled and said "huh".

Take one step at a time and go slowly.

After a while, Lu Chen asked him with a smile, "Then take your time?"

He said "hmm".

Then he looked up into Lu Chen's eyes and said in a low voice, "...take your time."

When two people hold hands, they will walk slowly without knowing it, and it takes a long time to walk past a store.

Candy, restaurants, clothing, accessories.

As he walked, Lu Chen grabbed him again and said, "Wait a minute, I'll buy some Christmas presents for my aunt."

Ning Huang lazily said, "Our mother doesn't celebrate foreign festivals."

Lu Chen was serious and said, "That's because my mother didn't know me before."

"Now that I know me, even April Fool's Day will be arranged for our mother."

Ning Huang snorted softly, but couldn't help laughing.

While talking, Lu Chen picked up a scarf, looked at it for a while, and said, "Does our mother like scarves?"

Ning Huang said: "I like it, but the one in your hand is not good."

The one Boss Lu was holding was obviously a Christmas style for young people, with dark burgundy and pine green checks, and a delicate cashmere touch.

Lu Chen said, "Try wearing it."

As he spoke, he gently wrapped the scarf around his neck.

He thought Lu Chen was suitable, so he picked up the exact same one and tied it to Lu Chen.

Jingle christmas music was playing in the shop, and the two of them stood very close, with one head slightly lowered, the other raised, carefully tying two identical scarves for each other.

Toe to toe.

No gossip was said, and the knot was not the same.

There is only the warm and soft cashmere touch, and the occasional touch of the fingertips on the neck.

After they were all surrounded, Ning Huang turned his head to look at the two people in the full-length mirror, while Lu Chen lowered his head and stared at him without blinking.

Boss Lu is taller, he is thinner, Lu Chen's brows are gentle and handsome, while he looks flimsy and indifferent.

Standing opposite, the scarf is exactly the same checkered color.

Somehow, a subtle connection seemed to grow.

He didn't know if this was in the category of "take your time", but it made his Adam's apple move unconsciously, and he unconsciously grabbed the tail of Lu Chen's scarf.

Lu Chen said softly, "It's pretty."

He gave a "hmm" and said after a while, "It's okay."

Lu Chen adjusted the angle of the scarf for him, but suddenly the phone rang.

Lu Chen frowned unhappily.

Only then did Ning Huang recover from the intoxicating warmth, and said with a smile, take it.

Lu Chen walked to the door of the store to answer the phone.

Through the glass, I saw that the little uncle was already at the counter, paying for the two scarves.

Draw out a card.

After hesitating for a while, I changed another one.

Still looking indifferent, he distanced himself from the crowd invisible.

But under the thick eyelashes, there are gentle eyes that only he has ever seen.

Lu Chen's smile grew stronger.

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The phone didn't last long.

It's just that the little uncle moved faster. When he came back, Ning Huang had already bought all the scarves and was waiting for him at the door.

He said casually, "who's calling?"

Lu Chen said the name of a relative.

Ning Huang didn't seem to remember exactly which uncle it was, but it should be from the Lu family.

Ning Huang was not surprised, and asked, "What did you say?"

Lu Chen said with a smile: "Ask me if I have returned to Changhai City, why doesn't the big boss visit relatives..."

There is no need to mention the long-winded and similar words. I summed it up in three simple words: "Very enthusiastic."

Small towns are easy to do like this, news spreads quickly among relatives and friends, and if you see two people somewhere, it can reach the ears of relatives and parents.

Ning Huang said, "What about you, what did you say?"

Lu Chen said, "I don't want to leave."

This tone is very similar to Ning Huang, and the three words make people speechless.

According to relatives, Lu Chen was first a perfect boy, then became a pervert who liked men, and finally became an ungrateful and cowardly traitor just like Ning Huang.

Everything is expected.

Ning Huang said, "I've failed my studies, Boss Lu."

Lu Chen silently smiled with lowered eyelids: "Yes."

Ning Huang laughed, and instead of continuing to ask, he showed him the scarf he just bought.

In addition to their identical scarves, there is another one chosen for Ning's mother, which is a warm beige color.

The style is simple and elegant, and it is also made of cashmere, which suits Mama Ning's gentle temperament.

In this regard, Ning Huang has always had a better vision than his eldest nephew.

With no expression on his face, he stuffed the bag containing the scarf into his arms, and said lightly, "It was your card that was swiped."

"Go back and say you chose."

Lu Chen raised the corner of his mouth and gave a soft "hmm".

He had given the little uncle his own card a long time ago, using the excuse of paying him back the money.

But Ning Huang never used it once.

Ning Huang's eyes fluttered, and he said: "This season, she likes to eat strawberries."

Lu Chen smirked and said, "I'll buy it on the way back."

Children can be taught.

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I walked outside for a long time that day, and no one knew why they didn't want to go home.

Home is fine.But this kind of intimacy, stolen but open and aboveboard, seems to be better, avoiding Mother Ning's gaze for a short time.

like all lovers.

Ning Huang got used to holding hands, and couldn't help but started playing with Lu Chen's fingers. He frowned and said, obviously the fingers are very beautiful, but how come they become wooden sticks when they play the piano.

This has always been an inexplicable doubt in his heart.

Boss Lu was still not reconciled. Others played that song to his little uncle, but he couldn't learn it anyway.

Then he asked: "Little uncle, can you teach me to play the guitar again?"

Ning Huang said, "I'll ask when I lose my memory."

Lu Chen looked at him.

Ning Huang remained expressionless and said, "You are young and courageous."

Lu Chen laughed out loud.

Ning Huang said: "I almost died in your hands during those two months."

All the patience in this life is exhausted, he would rather be with Lu Chen for two months.

As the night gradually darkened, the snow stopped, and the lovers in the streets and alleys gradually dispersed, Ning Huang said, "Go home?"

Lu Chen gave a "hmm".

The free hand reached into his pocket and slowly withdrew.

He called him: "Little uncle."

He raised his eyebrows and asked, what's wrong.

Lu Chen said calmly, "I forgot my key."

Ning Huang froze for a moment.

Lu Chen didn't seem to have done such careless things.

He muttered, true or false, didn't you put it in your pocket when you went out?

He subconsciously reached out to touch it.

Feel the cold metal touch.

He looked up at him.

Lu Chen pressed his hand through his pocket.

His eyes lightly passed over his eyebrows, and he said with a smile in his ear: "If you are not careful, you will forget."

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the night sky after the snow was clear and clear.

At this time, I forgot the key, so naturally I couldn't wake up the sleeping mother to open the door.

He stared into Boss Lu's eyes.

A cunning, hateful, seemingly loyal dog.

After a while, his eyelashes drooped slowly, and he asked slowly, "Then what should I do?"

Lu Chen said warmly: "...Do you want to stay out at night?"