Uncertain age difference

259.

By the time it returns to normal again, it is already approaching the end of the year.

In deep winter and heavy snowfall, Boss Lu had to work overtime for several days to solve the mountain of work.

Finally, I was able to watch TV with Ning Huanglai at home on the weekend afternoon.

It was Ning Huang who recorded the last episode of the show. This show has been very popular recently, and many famous songs came out.

Yan Yan seemed to have persisted until the last game and won No.3.

Boss Lu captured the appearance of his little uncle in every corner of the show.

And 34-year-old Ning Huang is holding his notebook and writing seriously.

"What are you secretly writing again?"

Lu Chen leaned into his ear and smiled.

Ning Huang, 34, pushed him away and said lazily, "Write about how you were beaten."

"I said I tied you up and beat you up last night."

Lu Chen smiled sullenly and said, "What are you, are you deceiving yourself?"

Ning Huang squinted at him, and said solemnly, adults should know how to comfort themselves.

Smiling and hugging him tightly, his little uncle always has a lot of fallacies.

After a while, he asked, "little uncle, have you ever thought about living in another place?"

Ning Huang raised his eyebrows and asked, "New home?"

"Well, new home."

Ning Huang's house was bought with the money he had saved for a long time after his debut. It is actually not small, but for the two of them, they may need a larger space and a safer place to live.

Lu Chen was always reluctant to speak before.

As if afraid of being disconnected from something invisible.

Now it's easy to say it.

Even, looking forward to it.

Ning Huang thought for a while, and said lazily, "Okay, I'll take a look when I have time."

Lu Chen became happy.

In his mind, there are countless thoughts about home, saying that there are only two people, and the room should be spacious, but not too big.

It would be best if he could see his little uncle all the time.

But there must also be such a large and bright terrace, or a small garden. He can build wooden deck chairs and grape trellises by himself.

Better get another big dog.

You can bask in the sun with them.

When Lu Chen mentioned home, he seemed to be more motivated than work, and he had already planned it seriously.

"It's time to move your studio nearby."

Ning Huang let out a "huh".

"There should be one in the gym too."

Ning Huang said, good.

Lu Chen said, "Is there anything you want?"

Ning Huang thought for a while and said, "It seems not."

His concept and requirements for home are very low.

If it wasn't for Lu Chen, he would have a place to sleep.

Lu Chen grabbed his hand and said, there must be.

He thought about it seriously for a long time.

After a while, slowly said: "I want a kitchen that is not that big."

"The kind that's close to the restaurant."

He wanted to sit next to Boss Lu and chat with him while he was cooking.

260.

The planning for the new home is not over yet.

But when the camera on the TV turned around, it seemed that the guest tutor was doing an inter-stage performance, and it happened to be Ning Huang's appearance.

The little hedgehog came to the stage holding the guitar covered in graffiti.

Lu Chen stopped talking and sat up straight.

No matter what age Ning Huang is, as long as he stands in the center of the stage, he will become the focus of the crowd's attention.

He stood there stepping on the screams and cheers of the people, his eyebrows and eyes were as unruly as ever.

When the cheers died down, he said under the spotlight: "I wrote a love song."

There was an uproar from below.

Ning Huang debuted for many years and wrote a love song for herself for the first time.

Maybe because he heard what was asked below, Ning Huang pursed his lips, showed a somewhat embarrassed smile, and said, "Yes, it has something to do with my falling in love these days."

But Ning Huang stared at the camera.

As if penetrating all the noise, the voice was clear and calm.

Said: "Lu Chen...it's for you."

261.

Ning Huang had fled to the terrace.

The heavy snow is like flour sifted by Boss Lu.

Fluttering down.

Wrapped in a thick, coral fleece nightgown, he stood on the terrace, breathing the smell of snow.

Within a few minutes, he heard the patio door behind him being pulled open, and then, he was hugged tightly from behind.

Lu Chen called him in a low voice: "Little uncle."

His ears were red.

I didn't speak for a long time.

When I did this, I didn't feel anything to be ashamed of, but after I finished it, my memory came back, and I always felt a little ashamed.

The fingertips grasped the balcony railing, but they didn't feel cold, but felt a little hot.

Lu Chen gently touched his shoulder and kissed his already burning cheek.

He found that Lu Chen was not smiling.

It's just that pair of deceptive phoenix eyes, looking at him quietly.

Eternal, tender, nostalgic.

There is no end.

They kiss in the winter snow.

Everything blends and lingers.

There is no way to stop.

Even if they have already blended together like this.

Lips parted, but hugged even tighter.

Lu Chen opened his mouth for a long time, with wisps of white air coming out of his breath.

He said: "Uncle, I still want to learn an instrument."

He smiled sullenly and said, "Boss Lu, I want to live for two more years."

Lu Chen called him flatteringly, "Little Uncle."

"No."

"Uncle."

"Do not."

"Then kiss you."

I really kissed.

He was breathless from being kissed and separated, but unconsciously rubbed his lips against Lu Chen's.

He has been thoroughly domesticated and well-pleased.

Lu Chen acted coquettishly in a low voice: "Mr. Ning, teach me again."

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he had no choice but to say: "What musical instrument, guitar?"

But he heard Lu Chen's low voice in his ear, as if he was talking in a dream.

"And you."

Ning Huang was startled, kicked him, and said, "Boss Lu, is this some kind of dirty joke?"

Lu Chen was stunned.

Suddenly feel a little embarrassed.

After a while, he grabbed his hand and said, "I didn't mean that."

He is not a little uncle.

Can't compose poetry, can't write lyrics.

He once held his little uncle's hand in the heavy snow and followed his footprints.

Everything was frozen in his staggering steps and the footprints that he made step by step.

he thinks.

In addition to vigorous love.

There is something farther back.

Even he didn't know what it was.

under the snow,

in the dirt.

262.

Like rainwater attached to the land, like vegetation attached to mud.

Like a pebble yearning for another pebble.

I had no high hopes,

quietly,

Miss you.

The author has something to say:

It's over.

There will be some extra episodes to be updated later.

Probably most of them are some stories that the main text has no chance to mention, the ones before the love, the young and heart-beating ones in their twenties and separated by a distance, and the sweet ones in the future.

It should be a little lazy, it will be updated soon, and the day will not move!

Thank you very much for being with me all the way until now.

I hope that the hedgehog and the dog can give you a little sweet emotion.

I love them.

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