Uncertain age difference

247.

Lu Chen drove the car through the dark night.

The newly painted, high and low buildings in the small town, and the bright lights on the branches all flashed by like this, and they got into the deep tunnel.

The shadow of a car flits alone on the wall.

Ning Huang sat in the co-pilot and asked him with a smile: "Boss Lu, where are you going to take me to sell?"

I thought Boss Lu would coax him to go to the hotel, but he didn't. Instead, he mysteriously pulled him into the car.

Lu Chen said warmly, go to the beach.

His little uncle laughed and said, "The beach will be open for a long time, so I'll sleep for a while."

He gave a soft "um" and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner.

Ning Huang narrowed his sleepy eyes.

He has always driven very steadily, and when he drove out of the tunnel while holding the steering wheel tightly, it seemed that he was slowly driving out of the belly of this old town.

Changhai City has such a name because it really has a sea.

The last time I went to see it was a long time ago, when he was 24 years old, not Christmas, but a year later.

That was also the last time he could remember celebrating the New Year at home.

248.

At that time, he had just graduated from graduate school for half a year, and he was still alone.

At that time, the interaction between the little uncle and him became light and hasty. When he was not busy, he would have a meal together, and occasionally he would make a special trip to see him where he lived, and even bring him gifts as before.

But everything is still inevitable, into a dark and lonely road.

He marched into the depths step by step, following only the old shadows on the wall and his own confused and lonely echo.

Near the end of the year.

The mother accidentally fell down the stairs.

The father insisted that his coming out caused the mother to lose her soul, which led to this result.

Still unable to completely ignore it, he went home for the last time.

And that's it, as usual with all New Years.

The crackling sound of mahjong sounded in his ears again, and the smoke of the cigarette was smoky, as if the curse had been fulfilled.

The topic this time is to persuade him to show kindness.

His father was obviously ashamed to face these relatives, and avoided going out with a livid face, and the elders gradually persuaded them to be more straightforward.

One smoked a cigarette and said to him, "Xiao Chen, we are the ones from our own family who tell you that some illnesses need to be treated as soon as possible..."

The other lost his temper and slapped the mahjong on the table: "This is a pervert!"

"We have never had such a person in our family. It must be something dirty from outside."

The smell of smoke was so strong that he coughed twice, got up to leave, but was stopped again.

Rebuke him why he can't even listen to the elders.

Immediately afterwards, another four of a kind was played.

In the miasma, someone sighed kindly and pitifully: "You child, you were not like this when you were young, how did you become like this when you grow up?"

"Look at your parents, they will be strong for a lifetime, how can you be worthy of them..."

His shoulders were tense, his face was calm, and his head was bowed low.

Motionless, like a statue being poured.

Cold, isolated, and struggling to breathe.

He even had absurd thoughts, maybe it would be better to be a dead thing.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the elder said again: "Come back as soon as possible, the big cities are not a good place, if you go there, you will learn to be bad, and you will be as ruthless as you are."

"Your mother just scared you this time. If you don't come back, there might be trouble..."

Suddenly there was a noise at the door.

I don't know what to say.

Suddenly someone raised the door curtain.

A burst of clear breath rushed towards his face, wrapped in the cold wind of falling snow outdoors, and the smell he was familiar with.

The sound of mahjong stopped.

He looked up in disbelief.

Seeing Ning Huang, he stood there quietly.

Sunglasses haven't been taken off, coat hasn't been taken off, ponytail, high-top boots, and the car keys are thrown up and down, obviously just rushed up.

The eyebrows are exquisite and sharp, and the sharpness is exposed. From top to bottom, there is an aura that is incompatible with the old house.

Ning Huang leaned against the door, and suddenly laughed: "It all depends on what I do, I'll visit relatives and hang out during Chinese New Year - can't I?"

Of course it does.

The people on the mahjong table were embarrassed, always wondering whether they should stand up and look at him.

Only him, looking at him stupidly.

"Stab" sounded.

Ning Huang kicked a folding chair to his side and sat down swaggeringly.

With slender legs crossed, he took the tea from a young peer, and raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "What are you talking about?"

"Won't you tell me?"

No one responded, and all topics came to an abrupt end.

Only the stiff sound of playing mahjong.

The little uncle didn't look at him, but just lazily stared at the mahjong table with a faint, scrutinizing expression.

After a while, someone put a stiff smile on his face and said awkwardly, "Isn't this just chatting..."

"Then, what, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Lu Chen couldn't hold back, and let out a muffled laugh.

After all, the topic turned blunt and funny.

This time no one was looking at him.

Only the little uncle's eyes lightly fell on him.

But he said slowly: "Whether you see it or not, it doesn't matter."

"You continue with the previous sentence, the part about the heart of a wolf."

"I want to hear it."

These people's mouths were stuck in glue.

Even the mahjong sound gradually stopped.

Ning Huang sat there lazily, but he seemed to be under pressure all over his body.

The room was silent for a while.

Seeing that no one was talking, Ning Huang sat there and slowly finished the hot tea in the cup.

One sip at a time, as if the whole room was waiting for his cup of tea.

After a long time, I stood up, put the teacup lightly on the corner of the mahjong table, I don't know who pushed down a card, flicked my fingertips, and slid to the middle of the table.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, with a half-smile but not a smile: "Isn't this silly?"

"There is nothing to fight."

But he raised his hand again and threw him the car keys.

A smooth parabola, he hurried to catch it.

Ning Huang didn't even look at him, and said casually: "My car is off, go downstairs and help push it."

Holding the key, he hurried down without even a moment's hesitation.

After a few minutes, Ning Huang came down.

He stood there, and found that his little uncle's car was parked downstairs in an orderly manner, and there was nothing unusual about it.

When Ning Huang saw him, he frowned and said, "Why are you standing here stupidly?"

"Go in and open."

He just got into the cab.

Ning Huang sat in the co-pilot and put on his seat belt.

He said, "little uncle, why are you here?"

Ning Huang snorted softly, and said, "What do you think? Could I have come to ask them to play mahjong?"

In an instant, the roots of his ears and his cheeks were flushed, and the fingertips holding the steering wheel were trembling slightly.

He thought, the little uncle came to rescue him.

Ning Huang turned his head to look at the snow scene outside the window.

After a long while, he muttered, "After so many years, these people still have this virtue."

"I'll only pick on the little ones and the stupid ones to bully, and even being a little naughty can scare them enough."

When he said this, the invisible pressure and sharpness disappeared again.

Only his familiar little uncle was left, staring at Xue for a long time in the car.

But he was always looking at his little uncle from the corner of his eye.

After staying in the car for a long time, Ning Huang asked, "What do we do now? Do you want to go home?"

He shook his head.

Ning Huang said: "Then let me open a room for you to sleep in?"

He still shook his head.

The little uncle wouldn't sleep with him, he didn't want to waste the time he could spend with him.

Ning Huang propped his chin and muttered, "Nowhere is open during Chinese New Year, and there is nowhere to go."

After a while, as if thinking of something, he said.

"——I remember that there are fireworks on the beach during Chinese New Year here."

"Want to see it?"

249.

They went then.

Still the same road, through the tunnel, is the seaside.

It's just that the road is too far away and it's too late. When we arrive, the fireworks have already been set off.

Even the people who watched the fireworks were all gone.

All that remains is the dark night sky, the icy, murky waves, and the rubble-strewn shore.

Yes, there is no sandy beach in Changhai City, only oddly shaped gravel, even if it is repeatedly polished by the sea, if you step on it with bare feet, you will still feel dull pain.

The smell of salty seawater poured into the nostrils, and the cold sea breeze in winter was also whistling.

He was a little confused.

Today, yesterday.

Every day is the same.

The little uncle looked around.

Then said: "You just stand here and don't move, I will be back in a while."

He stood there quietly for a long time.

Watching the little uncle run away in a hurry, not even a shadow.

Until he stood a little cold.

The little uncle returned to him, panting and said: "You close your eyes."

He obediently closed his eyes.

Ning Huang said, "You count down to five."

He obediently counted down.

Five, four, three, two.

One.

He opened his eyes and heard the sound of zigzag.

A small sparkling firework stick was burning in front of my eyes.

They didn't meet without fireworks.

His little uncle frowned and put a fairy wand on him.

The exhaled air condensed into puffs of white mist, saying that the hawker only had this small bundle left.

Don't give him change, you fucking profiteer.

He was stunned for a long time, then laughed.

Eye sockets were sore from laughing, something was spinning around quietly.

The little uncle said: "You are laughing fart, take it quickly and continue."

"It's almost burnt out."

He took the small bundle and continued one by one.

The fairy wand creaked and burned, and sparks burst out, like a piece of light and fluffy paper, he was riddled with burns, curled up, and burned up.

Two big boys, in the vast and surging night, stupidly watched the last firework stick burn out.

He silently made a wish in the firelight.

The little uncle said: "You come back and live."

He froze and said, "What did you say?"

The fire light made Ning Huang's ears a little red, but his eyes were calm and calm, as if he had made up his mind.

Ning Huang said, come back and live.

The city is so big, as long as two people don't say anything, parents and relatives may not know.

As long as you don't have frequent contact with those relatives of the Lu family, and be more careful in front of the media, in fact, it is not an unsolvable deadlock.

It's not just a yes and no option.

There are more options, crawling in the gray dust.

like his love.

"I'm older than you, so I should have found out earlier that you've hit a dead end." Ning Huang laughed, "I'm getting carried away."

He lowered his head and said, "What about after that?"

"Let's talk about the future later."

The night wind was whistling on the sea, Ning Huang's eyes reflected the firework stick that was about to burn out.

It is said that one of the signs of growing up is to learn to hand over some problems to time.

Firework sticks burnt out.

Thanks for the fire.

All is at peace.

Ning Huang said: "Can you please say something."

His voice is hoarse.

After a while, he murmured, "Little uncle."

"I'm not burning the match of a little girl in a fairy tale, am I?"

Ning Huang smacked his forehead angrily.

His eyes were red, he lowered his head and said, "Okay."

said again.

"Uncle, I'm sorry."

That hand, however, rests on the top of his hair.

The night wind is very cold.

Ning Huang hugged him when he was 24 years old.

Lu Chen, I am not in a hurry to be loved.

I can wait for you.