muddy boy

Chen Linhu arrived at the school at around two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun made him and Zhang Xun feel oily.

The reception desks for freshmen in all departments have set up four-corner awnings, and each tent is crowded with people with large and small bags.

Fortunately, both Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun were tall and looked at each other. After walking along the main road into the school, they found the reception desk of Chen Linhu's department.

Chen Linhu looked at the hand-painted words of art on the awning, surrounded by a circle of freshmen who came to report with their families, and some who came with drawing boards and drawing boxes, as if they hadn't graduated from the third year of high school. It seemed as if he was slowing down.

"Just here," Chen Linhu said to Zhang Xun, "Just send it here, you can go back and do your work."

Zhang Xun was watching with great interest a little boy who looked like a hemp stick walking with a tamped painting box. When he saw Chen Linhu reaching out to drag the box, he dodged his hands and said, "I'm not bad at the moment, and I promised to pick him up late." It's time for work, so don't rush back. You first report the report to the newspaper."

Chen Linhu was also quite tanned by the sun, so he stopped being polite to Zhang Xun, and pointed to the shade of a nearby tree: "Wait for me there, soon."

The tone was very calm like "you don't move around here", Zhang Xun was somewhat used to his appearance that didn't match his age, he pulled the box and walked under the shade of the tree: "Okay, I'll wait for you to move the orange tree Bar."

Chen Linhu's lips curled up, and he didn't pick up his rotten stalk. He walked under the sunshade under the sun, and on the way he helped a girl who couldn't hold her luggage securely.

The girl thanked Chen Linhu again and again, and kept sweeping Chen Linhu from the corner of her eye. From Zhang Xun's perspective, she could clearly see her face slowly turning red. Just as she was about to feel that this was a plot like a youthful encounter, she saw Chen Linhu pointing like the old man. He lowered his head, then stomped his feet—the footprints just stepped on by the girl were clearly printed on his white sneakers—successfully stomped away the girl's next words, and left without looking back.

Chen Linhu's back is very handsome, but in Zhang Xun's eyes at the moment, he still thinks that he might really catch toads (frames) next to the artificial lake for four years in college, instead of feeling the heaviness of youth in the lake heart pavilion, a holy place for dating.

Chen Linhu, who didn't know that he was classified as single by strength, stood under the awning for a while, only to realize that there was no one queuing up at all, and people from all walks of life swarmed up, crowding the tables at the reception.

There are only two members of the student union standing inside, one senior is in charge of running around to inform the direction of the dormitory, and one senior is dealing with all kinds of problems from the parents and students who come to report. She is so busy that she keeps drinking water Moisturize your throat.

Chen Linhu was very conspicuous among all kinds of people. The senior sister had just sent away a freshman who brought his parents, uncles and a large family to report. When he was drinking water, he saw that Chen Linhu hadn't opened his mouth for a few times, so he took the initiative to say: "Student, A freshman here to report, right?"

"Yes." Chen Linhu's tense expression eased a little.

The stern eyebrows and eyes slowed down and weakened the sense of alienation. The senior sister smiled, picked up the roster and asked, "What's your name? Which major?"

Just as Chen Linhu was about to answer, a boy squeezed over and said loudly, "Hey, can I change dorms? Or can I sleep out?"

Being forced to interrupt, the senior sister frowned slightly, but still patiently said: "The dormitories are all allocated. If you have any problems, you can talk to your counselor after the official term starts. The same goes for the problem of living outside."

"Can't be transferred if the score is good?" The boy muttered, "My dormitory is not well lit, and my mother said it was very cloudy. Let me ask if I can change it with someone else. You can be flexible, and you will be in the same college from now on... ..."

He kept on talking, squeezing Chen Linhu, elbowing Chen Linhu's body, his voice drowning out everyone who came behind to report.

The elder sister's expression was slightly embarrassed, she probably didn't expect to have to deal with such a mess, she pursed her lips and wanted to explain, when she saw a hand holding down the boy's arm who was still chattering.

Chen Linhu's strength was frightening, he hardly gave the boy any room to resist, he pushed the boy away from him until he pushed out of the range of the reception desk.

He didn't use any force, the boy was pushed out flat like a wooden box without haste, and even the people who came behind to report were stunned.

"What are you doing?" The boy came back to his senses and said angrily.

Chen Linhu didn't even look at him, and said to the senior sister indifferently: "Chen Linhu, digital media."

"Oh, oh," the senior sister took a few seconds to react, and quickly picked up the roster and flipped through it, "Apartment Eight, here is a form for you to register..."

The boy who was pushed aside became even angrier after being ignored, and took a step forward: "I'm fucking talking to you, are you deaf?!"

Chen Linhu finally gave him a look, and glanced sideways at him.

With the cold and sharp gaze like a knife's edge piercing the boy, Chen Linhu's expression cooled down visibly, his brows with scars raised lightly, and he stood up straight, feeling oppressed by being half a head taller than the boy , the shoulders were tense, ready to go, but the voice was still very steady: "Say it again?"

The boy was fixed in place by this gaze, and for a moment he didn't know whether to say it again, Chen Linhu's ferocious appearance made his throat dry, but his anger didn't make him retreat easily.

"Student, don't be so excited," the senior sister stammered to smooth things over, "Report first, fill out the form first..."

He glanced at Chen Linhu in the middle of the sentence, and the second half of the sentence was held in his throat by that fierce face.

After a few seconds of stalemate, a person squeezed in from the back row and got in between Chen Linhu and the boy, blocking the two people's gazes that neither of them would give in.

"Have you asked about the dormitory?" Zhang Xun stood still under the awning with a cigarette in his mouth, pulling his suitcase.

Before Chen Linhu could speak, Zhang Xun smiled and squinted at the boy standing aside: "Brother, you have to spend a while, the beds in the already gloomy house are all taken up, you with better Fengshui But I can’t pick it anymore, yin is added to yin, and bad luck will hit your heels if you fart.”

The boy's expression was still not angry, but he still stepped on the steps Zhang Xun handed over, walked two steps, and pointed Chen Linhu with his finger from a long distance away.

The report has not yet been reported, let's make a bridge first, what kind of luck is this.

Zhang Xun sighed, squinted his eyes and said to the girl at the reception with a smile, "Didn't you fill out the form?"

"That's right." The senior sister heaved a sigh of relief, pulled out a form and handed it to Chen Linhu, "Remember your basic information, the student number and dormitory number are all on this list here, you should write it down after filling it out, and you will use it later. It has to be used."

Chen Linhu stared at Zhang Xun, his tense shoulders still not relaxed.

"Write," Zhang Xun said, "You see, I'm useless. I won't fill it out for you. Do your own thing."

He spoke seriously about teaching three-year-old children, and the seniors at the reception could not hold back their laughter.

Chen Linhu's shoulders slumped a little, he reluctantly picked up a pen, glanced at Zhang Xun who was looking for his name and student number in the roster, and began to fill in the form.

He was quite unfamiliar with this feeling that he seemed to be causing trouble for Zhang Xun. After all, he never thought that Zhang Xun would squeeze over.

"Are you accompanying your younger brother to report?" Senior sister cleared her throat and asked, her gaze fell on Zhang Xun's smiling face.

Both Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu were stunned.

"Probably." Zhang Xun answered before Chen Linhu frowned, and asked the senior, "Is there anything else to do after registration?"

"Oh, it's all right," the senior sister explained, "but there may be a meeting tonight to explain what's going on tomorrow, so don't sleep out if you can live in the dormitory. You brought this suitcase?"

Chen Linhu let out a "huh".

"Then you have to buy everything else," the senior sister said with a smile, "You are quite light-hearted. There is a special place for bedding, as well as bed sheets and quilt covers. You can buy them there, and you can buy other daily necessities as you like. Well, it's all over the place now."

The eighth apartment is in the new campus, and there is still a distance to walk there. Chen Linhu filled out the form and got the dormitory key, and Zhang Xun squeezed out of the awning with him.

"Put the suitcase in the dormitory first, I know the way, I'll take you there," Zhang Xun took out his phone to check the time, "Then we'll split up the shopping, do you want to eat in the cafeteria or outside?"

Chen Linhu glanced at the fine sweat on his head, Zhang Xun had spent a lot of effort just now when he squeezed through the large group of people outside the awning.

"I'll go by myself," Chen Linhu took his suitcase away from Zhang Xun, without answering his question, "Brother Dang is addicted?"

Zhang Xun was bumped by him, a little bit annoyed by being treated like a donkey, and was about to speak when he was amused, when Chen Linhu handed him another piece of paper.

"Why?" Zhang Xun resisted the urge to slap the boy who didn't look long and was looking for trouble.

Chen Linhu's expression didn't change, and he raised his chin frantically at him: "Khan."

Zhang Xun found that the person's mouth was really not connected to the brain. No matter how normal the mind was, the mouth had its own speech system.

"Hey," Zhang Xun wiped the sweat off his face with a paper, watched Chen Linhu striding forward with a suitcase, followed behind and said, "As long as you have a kind expression, you won't find yourself a friend just after school starts." a rival."

"The opponent is the one who can't beat him," Chen Linhu said indifferently, "He is nothing."

Zhang Xun thought to himself, you must have been beaten a lot in high school, you are crazy, and this dog temper will cause a lot of trouble.

He was a little hesitant to say a few words about whether he should meddle in other people's business. The relationship between the tenant and the grandson of the landlord's family didn't seem to be so close that they could chat casually.

But the relationship between the two of them didn't seem so pale. Zhang Xun always felt that the aftereffects of being a teacher had recurred faintly, and he wanted to say something more when he saw the dumbfounded children.

"When I was eight years old, I also said this kind of thing. I beat everyone in my class." Zhang Xun half-jokingly said, "You won't fight hard with the kids in your dormitory on the first day of school, right?"

"Can you stop," Chen Linhu said without leaving, turning his head and frowning to find a suitable adjective, "Are you talking like a kid? I'm eighteen, not eight."

"I didn't tease the kids. Is there a kid your size?" Zhang Xun smiled, "Do you know how old I am?"

Chen Linhu looked Zhang Xun up and down.Zhang Xun has a face that does not reveal his actual age. He is wearing simple short sleeves and sweatpants. It is quite natural to mix in college, similar to the old fritters in juniors and seniors.

"24?" Chen Linhu guessed.

Zhang Xun compared a number: "26. Going to school early and skipping grades, you must have graduated earlier than you and received severe beatings from society."

Chen Linhu ignored his showing off and said nothing.

"So I'll tell you from the bottom of my heart with my experience in making beams eight years older than you," Zhang Xun patted him on the back, "The beams you tie today may be on your head tomorrow, so don't worry about yourself, idiot There are so many, you can't beat them."

Chen Linhu's tense back was a little numb from Zhang Xun's slap. He didn't expect Zhang Xun to be eight years older than himself. This person looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered just entered the society—although he was dressed in sheepskin Weasel—a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose, just like taking the CET-[-] and CET-[-] exams the next day.

"Eight years is not long," Chen Linhu said, "It will pass in the blink of an eye."

Zhang Xun paused and smiled: "Yes, it's over in the blink of an eye."

Who will not be gone in the blink of an eye in the future?

This dialogue seemed to put the two of them on the same starting line again, and Chen Linhu's eccentric self-esteem was comforted a little, but he still remembered Zhang Xun's theory of "see you tomorrow, Liangzi today" for a long time.

Not because of the validity of the theory, but because the theory was confirmed in barely a few minutes.

Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun pushed open the door of No. 307 apartment [-], and saw that the room was full of people.

The boy who broke out from the Seven Aunts and Eight Aunts met Chen Linhu's eyes, and both of them were stunned.

"Zhuang Zhuang, I asked your uncle, your bed has the best geomantic omen in the house," the boy's mother yelled while looking at the phone, "That's it, I think the right time and place are in place, you and Your roommate worked hard to get along with each other, wouldn't the four years go by like a fart?"

Zhang Xun took the cigarette out of his mouth silently, and whispered in Chen Linhu's ear: "Are you willing to work hard to implement the 'human harmony'?"

Chen Linhu's ears were burning hot from the heat of Zhang Xun's words, and he didn't know whether it was because Zhang Xun was too close, or because he encountered the opponent who had almost fought under the awning just now. Hair is blown up.

The boy who brought a group of relatives to start school also came back to his senses at this moment, sneered confidently, and nodded to Chen Linhu: "Is he new here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mother slapped his finger pointing at Chen Linhu: "Hasn't Mom taught you not to point at people?! What a joke, your feet have only touched the ground for a few minutes, and you are still here to discuss the old and new ah?"

The boy's arrogance was extinguished by a slap, his eyes were ashamed and angry, he pretended to hold his chest up, and tried to provoke Chen Linhu with his body movements.

Zhang Xun originally thought that Chen Linhu would go up directly, but Chen Linhu just glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, then ignored him, walked into the dormitory as if nothing had happened, randomly picked a bed near the door and put down the suitcase.

The dormitory environment in the new campus is not bad. Chen Linhu’s suitcase is placed directly under the table when he goes to bed.

The boy who was ignored was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he shot Chen Linhu crazy eyes through his parents and relatives. Chen Linhu didn't receive the boy's radio waves at all, so he put the box and talked to Zhang Xun: "Are you tired, sit on the stool and rest for a while."

Zhang Xun was in the middle of one side who was furious and one side who was as cold as ice, and put on a smile: "I'm not tired, I can run 1000 meters now."

He wants to leave now with oil on his feet.

"Student, is this the only suitcase for you?" The mother who provoked the boy was curious, and after receiving Chen Linhu's affirmative nod, she immediately turned her head to teach her son, "Zhou Zhuangzhuang! Look at him and then at you, half of the property is about to be given away. You brought it here, you brought twenty pairs of socks..."

"Mom!" Zhou Zhuangzhuang howled, "Can you talk less?!"

The arrogance on his face turned from anger to sullen red, and he looked at his relatives with a thick neck and greeted his newly married Liang Zi, who was expressionless and indifferent, Zhou Zhuangzhuang felt that this person was very special Fucked, but the fuck obviously thinks otherwise.

"How stable!" Zhou Zhuangzhuang's mother patted Chen Linhu's arm like her own child, "Hey, he's so big!"

Zhou Zhuangzhuang, who had almost fought under the awning, heard his mother describe his opponent as "stable", filled with grief and indignation, and his heart ached.

Chen Linhu had never seen such familiar people, so he resisted so much that he didn't back away, and glanced at Zhang Xun beside him.

Zhang Xun didn't receive Chen Linhu's eyes. He was regarded as a family member who sent his younger brother to report. Zhou Zhuangzhuang's relatives made polite remarks to Zhou Zhuangzhuang for the sake of Zhou Zhuangzhuang's "human harmony" in the next four years, but there were too many people who couldn't stand it. One or two sentences per person is enough for Zhang Xun to deal with.

Thanks to Zhang Xun who was standing here today, he was able to communicate with three or four people at the same time, and the smiles on his face grew thicker and thicker. Chen Linhu actually sensed his impatience, and stretched out his rescue hand.

He grabbed Zhang Xun's arm, met Zhang Xun's surprised gaze, and said in a calm voice, "Buy bedding and eat."

Zhang Xun thought that this person had just said that he would not be allowed to help him buy it, but now he changed his mind again, and Chen Linhu took him to the door after he said "Ah" without realizing it.

Others in the dormitory had never seen someone like Chen Linhu forcibly ending the politeness, so they were a little embarrassed for a while.

"I'm hungry," Chen Linhu showed his adult attitude, found a proper reason for his behavior, and blocked Zhang Xun's words, "Let's go bro."

Zhang Xun thought that the sequelae of the concussion after he kowtowed to Chen Linhu did not appear until now, and he began to hear hallucinations.

Zhou Zhuangzhuang said enthusiastically, "Didn't eat in time for the report, right? Opposite is the cafeteria, it's cheap!"

"Thank you." Chen Linhu pulled Zhang Xun out the door.

Zhang Xun floated out the door like sleepwalking. Chen Linhu held his arm with great strength, controlling his whereabouts like holding a kite string. Before leaving the door, he heard Zhou Zhuangzhuang's relatives say to Zhou Zhuangzhuang: "How polite!"

It wasn't until he closed the door of the dormitory and pulled people all the way to the stairs that Chen Linhu let go. He found that the fake smile on Zhang Xun's face just now was gone, and he looked at Chen Linhu like a mutant species.

It felt like an alien who didn't know how to communicate with humans suddenly said "Have you eaten yet?" It almost caused Zhang Xun's high-speed brain to shut down for a second.

I really can't keep up.

"Shut up." Chen Linhu reminded him to control his expression.

Zhang Xun subconsciously closed his slightly opened mouth, and said seriously, "I just had an auditory hallucination. What did you shout just now? Repeat the pronunciation again and I will confirm it."

"Repeat what?" Chen Linhu ignored him and walked downstairs.

Zhang Xun had a cigarette in his mouth, and then he stepped down: "Brother."

Chen Linhu, who was walking in front, stopped moving and looked back at him.

Zhang Xun stared at Chen Linhu with a hint of ridicule. Chen Linhu was very upset, so he didn't leave. Standing on the steps slightly lower than Zhang Xun, he slightly raised his head and moved his lips.

Zhang Xun lowered his head subconsciously, trying to hear the moment when the alien spoke human words.

Caught off guard, Chen Linhu pulled his collar over, and said clearly from very close to him: "Don't shout like that, you're being polite."

Zhang Xun didn't react at first, but after a short period of surprise and confusion, he burst into a surprised smile from his chest.

Chen Linhu seldom saw this kind of expression on Zhang Xun's face when he obviously didn't smile, but his eyes looked like he was squeezed into bright eyes.

From now on, Chen Linhu's impression of Zhang Xun is always smiling and squinting. Apart from his slightly poor self-care ability, he is almost an impeccable and qualified social adult.

Chen Linhu didn't want to see him talking to him in a calm and unhurried air, but he had nothing to do with this man, and this distress was suddenly resolved at this moment.

"Damn!" Zhang Xun raised his hand to give Chen Linhu a slap on the back.

Chen Linhu took the lead to dodge, his body jumped up, and under Zhang Xun's shocked gaze, he jumped down several steps and landed on the corner platform, looking like a free-spirited tiger.

The book of the senior who climbed the stairs was startled, and several freshmen backed away in fright.

Chen Linhu turned a blind eye to the gazes around him and raised his eyebrows at Zhang Xun while standing on the platform.

This quiet complacency made Zhang Xun feel that he was the prey of Chen Linhu's success.

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