Uncertain age difference

29

Ning Huang tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep.

On the contrary, it was the new mobile phone that Lu Chen gave him, and a few new messages popped up, all of which were invitations from Xia Ziyu about the show. He hesitated to reply a few words, and the person on the other side seemed to be quite familiar with him, and spoke carelessly. .

He didn't know how to answer.

After a long while, I asked seriously: "Excuse me, can you sign my name?"

The other side didn't reply for a long time, obviously shocked.

Instead, Lu Chen's avatar jumped and asked him if the window was closed. He said that it would rain soon and the room would be wet and cold.

He jumped barefoot off the ledge to look.

Then I heard Lu Chen knock on the door: "Are you asleep?"

"No." Ning Huang said.

When Lu Chen came in, he saw him standing on the cold window sill with bare feet and bare legs, and said, "I knew it."

After he sent the message, he remembered that the little uncle only wore a top when he slept, and he always liked to jump around with his bare feet.

Still not in time.

"Come down." Lu Chen said, "I'll do it."

Ning Huang gave him a blank look, and said that it was closed, that he couldn't do this.

Lu Chen said: "Then you come down too, why don't you just run around without your pants on?"

Ning Huang was so excited that he rolled and crawled into the quilt, and even the mobile phone that was on on the bed fell over, rolling on the ground.

He didn't care much about this before. When he went out to work, he often slept in a room with a group of men. He was shirtless and bare buttocked. He didn't wear outer pants, but he still wore shorts.

As everyone knows, the shell, from the nape of the neck to the ankles, is thin and white, but it has a luster like beeswax. I don't know how precious it is, so I teach others not to look at it.

Lu Chen closed the curtains, bent down and put his crooked slippers back into place, and picked up his cell phone for him.

The screen was still on, so I glanced at it.

I don't know when the notes on the screen were changed.

old rascal.

... His little uncle learned how to use a mobile phone, but he learned it quite quickly.

The little uncle stuck his head under the quilt and looked at him warily.

He laughed, and threw the phone back to him: "You know it's an old hooligan, why don't you be more careful."

31

Lu Chen turned on the bedside lamp.

"Turn on the light when you are playing with your phone."

"I'll come to check classes at twelve o'clock, I can't play any later."

"Oh"

Ning Huang looked a little unhappy.

Lu Chen patted him on the forehead and snorted softly, "Did Xia Ziyu talk to you about the show?"

Ning Huang slowly got up from the bed, pointed to the bed and said, "Well, sit down."

Lu Chen sat down with a clear face.

This is something to discuss with him.

"The program Xia Ziyu talked about..." Ning Huang said, "What if I want to go?"

There are tiny points of light in his eyes: there are many people who can hear the songs he wrote and make him appear on the screen.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

Lu Chen's words were very gentle: "Actually, the doctor said that it is not suitable for you to resume performing arts activities immediately, try to buffer for a while."

Announcing the disease itself is nothing. Although it is rare for the disease to shrink overnight, there have also been precedents in foreign countries where the sick person became an Internet celebrity.Research on Conan syndrome has been going on, and many people even believe that this is an important opportunity for human beings to extend their lifespan to 200 or even 300 years old.

But unlike Ning Huang, who was in his thirties and experienced many battles and was invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, Ning Huang, no matter how cool he pretended to be, was actually just running out of school not long ago, and endured hardships with a lot of tenacity. juvenile.

Mao Mao was suddenly exposed to public opinion, and it was hard for him not to worry about Ning Huang's situation.

What Lu Chen said is reasonable and well-founded, it is difficult for people to refute.

Ning Huang thought for a while, lowered his head, said "Oh", and retracted into the quilt.

Lu Chen felt like a good boy suddenly rebellious.

"... Are you unhappy?"

Ning Huang turned over in the quilt, pulled the quilt over his head, and muttered: "No."

He is not a child anymore, how could he be unhappy about this kind of thing.

"Turn off the lights, thanks," he said.

Thank you all, this is not unhappy.

If he was a little hedgehog, he would be rolled into a ball by now, and the thorns on his body could be used as toothpicks to prick apples.

Lu Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "I really want to go that much? Last time I went to record a show, I said I would never do it again."

Once this kind of program is recorded, it is recorded all night. My little uncle often doesn’t come home until three or four o’clock in the morning. He doesn’t even take off his socks, and falls asleep on the bed.Ning Huang was still able to survive in his twenties. Since he was in his thirties, his back and back ached every time he came back, which was not much worse than when Lu Chen started his business.

The last time I recorded this kind of program was a year ago. I came back and solemnly swore that if I take this kind of work again, I will let my boyfriend go out and step on shit.

Of course, Lu Chen, the boyfriend at the time, could only obediently massage the little uncle, and there was no room for resistance.

Ning Huang muttered: "I have no memory."

"Besides... I'm young now."

You're right, my little uncle is eighteen now.

Well, the old one is him.

After a while, a hand secretly tugged at his sleeve.

Lu Chen pretended not to see it.

Ning Huang hesitated for a moment, then got out of the quilt again, looked out the window, and then looked at Lu Chen.

He coughed, lowered his eyes and said slowly, "It's raining, isn't the guest room a bit cold?"

Lu Chen cooperated with him and said slowly, "It's a bit cold."

"Then," Ning Huang wrapped himself in a quilt and coughed, "Why don't you sleep in this room too, anyway, there are two quilts."

But Lu Chen said with a smile: "Little uncle, are you bribing me?"

Ning Huang let this sentence be exposed, and became angry from embarrassment. He slipped back into the quilt, turned his back and said that kindness was like a donkey's liver and lungs, and he deserved to be frozen to death.

The bed moved, and someone obviously got into the quilt.

Ning Huang's ears perked up again.

Lu Chen said: "Tomorrow I will contact your team."

"But little uncle, this is the job for a short time, other activities will wait until you get better."

Ning Huang pretended to be calm and let out a "huh".

Everything is under his control.

He thought, this shouldn't be considered a scheming, after all, this is his future boyfriend, and it's no big deal to sleep in the same bed.

Besides, the fool himself had agreed to it.

After a while, he smirked holding the fried egg again, hehe, he still has a team, hehe.

32

The wind was blowing outside, the raindrops were crackling, and the leaves were screaming.

There is no one in the world late at night, but only the rain is lively and the wind is blowing lively.

Ning Huang followed the wind and the rain, rejoicing and rejoicing, and because of the dark night, he tossed and turned like frying small fish on the bed. Finally, Lu Chen was still on the same bed and said, "Can't sleep?"

Ning Huang subconsciously said, "No."

After thinking about it, he said, "Maybe I have everything all of a sudden, and I'm not used to it."

In fact, he kept Lu Chen because he wanted to find someone to talk to.

But in the current situation, he has no one to say, and he is actually very happy, but he feels flustered again and again, with a sense of unreality brought about by time.

He shrank himself into the quilt, took a little bit of citrus fragrance from the soft and thick duvet, and said uncertainly after a long time: "Is it really all mine? Could it be that I had a dream? "

Houses, studios, shows, collaborations with favorite singers, and this unreliable hooligan in front of him.

If he woke up, he was still on the dirty bar sofa, still alone, still in the smell of drunk people, holding an old guitar, and a dream that he didn't want to wake up.

So what to do.

Lu Chen pinched his face and said, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Huang patted his hand: "It hurts."

"The pain is real." Lu Chen laughed at him, "Don't think wildly."

As soon as he said this, he couldn't help but wonder how much his little uncle had suffered before to be so uncertain about happiness.

He said, "Little uncle, if you really don't feel the truth, I can give you a hug."

"No need!" Ning Huang categorically refused.

"What about the quilt?"

"No." Ning Huang muttered.

Lu Chen quietly stood by.

After a while, Ning Huang said, "Just a moment."

Lu Chen said, "Okay."

In fact, Ning Huang didn't really mind the matter of being separated from the quilt. Who knew that the 30-year-old hooligan remembered it clearly, rolling over wrapped in the quilt.

Like a big caterpillar.

Gave him a Russian nesting doll.

The quilt covered Lu Chen, Lu Chen covered the quilt, and the quilt covered Ning Huang, who was still holding a big fried egg.

Ning Huang thought it was a little funny, so he muffled his head in the quilt and laughed for a while.

But the faint fragrance from Lu Chen's body also penetrated through the thick quilt.

After thinking about it, he asked Lu Chen: "What if I have a dream tonight and everything goes back?"

Lu Chen didn't even think about it: "Then I will be responsible for finding you in my dream."

Ning Huang muttered: "What's the use of you looking for me?"

Lu Chen said confidently, "I can tell you that everything will be fine."

There will be sadness, there will be regret, there will be detours, there will be a lot of suffering, there will be a home you want, even if there are many greedy and unthinkable wishes, one or two will always come true of.

In short, everything will be fine.

In the dark night, Lu Chen quietly watched the young man's thin and strong back and the neck that always raised his head.

Maybe Ning Huang didn't realize what he brought to Lu Chen afterwards.

Lu Chen thought.

20-year-old Lu Chen moved into his little uncle's house with anxiety, confusion and homelessness.

Since then, I never want to move out again.

Ning Huang suddenly had a sore nose.

Fuck, the elderly man is really good at talking and scheming.

There was a rumbling thunder outside.

The raindrops hit the window glass, and the originally dark night became farther away.

Lu Chen stuck his fingertips into his soft, fluffy hair, rubbed it twice, and said, get some sleep, and eat shredded chicken porridge with mushrooms tomorrow morning.

The cold bamboo shoots and spicy oil are boiled by myself.

There are still a lot of oranges, you can squeeze a large pot of orange juice, put it in the refrigerator, and drink it when you wake up

Ning Huang hummed, feeling sleepy, Gululu turned over and said in a daze, "Thank you, Lu Chen."

Lu Chen had no time to soften his heart.

I heard his heartless little uncle say: "Also, go back to sleep, it's so hot."

If he and Lu Chen made a synthetic glutinous rice ball, it must be of low quality, and the skin was so thick that he was about to sweat.

"Cross the river and tear down the bridge." Lu Chen stared at him helplessly for a long time, but his heart softened.

The sound of rain, thunder, with a drowsy reassurance.

Ning Huang turned over in a daze, his nerves fluctuating between drowsiness and nervousness, and finally let himself fall asleep gradually.

He was ignorant, and fell headlong into a citrus-scented dreamland.

33

Thunderstorm overnight.

After a rainy day, the sun was particularly strong, and through the thick beige curtains of the room, it caused a steaming room, which made the mouth dry after waking up.

Ning Huang got a good night's sleep, got up in a daze to look for water to drink, but suddenly froze in mid-air.

There was another person sleeping next to him.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the same style of pajamas as him, the person seems to be slightly bigger than him.

It's Lu Chen.

He remembered that last night, he was overwhelmed by the situation and invited Lu Chen to sleep in the same room and on the same bed under the emotion of the whole person.

...Slept next to him, and hugged him like a Russian doll.

Calm down, it's no big deal.

Even according to my memory, he has grown up a few months ago, and according to the age on his ID card, he is a 34-year-old adult.

Ning Huang's disheveled head quickly retracted into the bed, groping in the darkness to check the marks on his body.

clothes, wear.

Pants, gone, but they are what he is used to.

No weird marks, no discomfort.

The important thing is that the mysterious and sinful drawer does not seem to have been opened.

Well, pretty safe and nothing weird happened.

Ning Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly got out of bed, facing a pair of quiet and smiling pupils.

The whole person froze.

"What are you doing?" Lu Chen asked him with his face propped sideways.

"Nothing." Ning Huang tried to make himself appear nonchalant and calm.

Lu Chen sat up.

On the same bed, when Lu Chen moved, Ning Huang couldn't help tensing up his muscles and nerves, as if he was about to punch someone at any moment.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chen just changed his posture, picked up his mobile phone to check the timer of the rice cooker, and said while watching: "Little uncle, although my reputation is not very good, it is still personal."

At least he won't take advantage of others' sleep to bully the little virgin who doesn't understand his first love.

Especially his favorite little uncle.

Ning Huang muttered, "None of my business."

Lu Chen said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Of course it's none of your business."

Those phoenix eyes showed a smile, and looked over from the top of the phone: "If you need it, I don't have to."

Ning Huang was so frightened that he jumped out of bed and fled in a hurry.

"Slippers." Lu Chen reminded him.

Ning Huang came back and stepped on his slippers, and ran away as if to escape.

Lu Chen laughed for a long time, turned over, flipped a big word on the bed, took Ning Huang's position just now, and rubbed against each other as if nothing had happened.

He hasn't slept in the master bedroom for several days, and he sleeps best next to his little uncle.

In fact, he lied. He couldn't hold back in the middle of the night and secretly kissed her.

Kiss on the face.

Suppressing passion/desire, but has nothing to do with passion/desire.

I just wanted to kiss him so much.