muddy boy

Apart from being uncomfortable with the scar on his forehead, Chen Linhu also felt a little shame that he didn't know how to express it.

Ever since he was able to fight with a junior high school student who was a head higher than him for protection fees in elementary school, he has never lacked a wound on his body, and some scars have not even completely disappeared from the age of eleven or twelve to today.

Lin Hongyu and Chen Xingye had a lot of headaches about this, but old Chen thought that as long as it wasn’t a scar left by a bully, it was a symbol of a man, so every time Chen Linhu went on summer vacation, old Chen would have to smile and pat his newly added “scars.” Little Medal".

In Chen Linhu's childhood memories, the old Chen's rough fingers always had a soft and burr-like touch, while the young Chen Linhu felt that his "pat" brought comfort and praise, and there was a little distress hidden underneath.

Probably because of this, Chen Linhu would often tell the old man how he left the scar, and the old man was so excited that he could snap his leg off with his hand.

Of course, these childish habits gradually disappeared as he grew older, but Chen Linhu has his own set of criteria for judging "whether this scar is good or bad".

In this set of guidelines, the gap on the forehead is in a very subtle gray area. When Chen Linhu himself looks in the mirror, he will feel that it is an eyesore, and he is even ashamed to Xiang Chen, who still uses the "small medal" theory to coax him. speak up.

It seemed that there was something lurking in this small gap. Chen Linhu didn't like to see it, so he tried not to mention it.

Taking others by himself, Chen Linhu can understand why Zhang Xun's reaction just now was so big.

After much deliberation, he could only think of such a way to get even. He lifted his bangs and leaned forward, and said to Zhang Xun, "Just this time."

Chen Linhu lowered his head, because of the angle, he couldn't see Zhang Xun's face, he could only see him turn around, silent for a while, he felt Zhang Xun's hand stretched out with warmth.

Unlike Zhang Xun who was caught off guard and bumped his red forehead before, now Chen Linhu clearly felt the approach of the other party. The unfamiliar temperature made him want to shrink his neck subconsciously. Chen Linhu resisted and did not move back.

Zhang Xun's hand stopped when it was close to his forehead, and when Chen Linhu was about to look up, a brain bounce hit his forehead.

"It's a good thing you're not easy to mess with." Zhang Xun shook his cigarette with a smile, "otherwise there would be no trousers|pants that are easy to be deceived."

Chen Linhu was caught off guard and squatted on the ground staring at Zhang Xun in a daze.

"Let me tell you," Zhang Xun made a gesture of bouncing his brain again, "Don't go with strangers when you go out, do the bad guys on the street know?"

Chen Linhu gave a "tsk" sound, and patted Zhang Xun's hand away: "It's not a good person who wants to take advantage twice."

"Indeed," Zhang Xun suddenly said seriously, "but you said you have to make it even, and if you let me play it again, it will be evened."

When he was not smiling, he looked like a different person, the corners of his mouth drooped, his tough facial features were sharp, and the shadow of smoke dragged an old-fashioned mark on the sharpened jaw.

Chen Linhu didn't know how to look at his face at first, he couldn't figure out the situation in the process of changing his face, he hesitated, and then pushed his bangs away and said, "Okay."

Zhang Xun endured and endured, but he couldn't help but put aside the fat cat that was rubbing against his lap, and violently rubbed Chen Lin's tiger-like hair with both hands.

"I told you that sooner or later you will be cheated and you will have no pants left." Zhang Xun laughed out of Chen Linhu's stunned expression, "What on earth do you look like, Chen Linhu, have you never been cheated or have you never changed your mind? "

After rubbing Zhang Xun, he realized how bold he was, and even unconsciously thought of the feat of stroking the tiger's beard, so he gave Chen Linhu a stiff look.

Chen Linhu hadn't recovered from the shock of being deceived, and stared at Zhang Xun as if he were looking at a strange-looking creature.

A layer of almost invisible powder floated on his fair skin under this messy rubbing, like a glutinous rice cake wrapped in bean paste filling, but this cake didn't smile at all, and his eyes were incredible and sharp. He stared at Zhang Xun without blinking.

Zhang Xun's spine was chilled by the eyes that seemed to want to dissect him. He decently slowed down the strength in his hands, boldly broke Chen Linhu's head from side to side, coughed, and appreciated Nodding his head, he said: "Look at how it looks. The nose is the nose and the eyes are the eyes. It's just that the scar has grown a bit. How did you draw it?"

After asking Zhang Xun, he immediately regretted it, and felt that his mind was muddled. When Duan Qiao and old Chen Tou mentioned this, Chen Linhu obviously avoided the topic, and Zhang Xun just slipped into it.

Chen Linhu didn't say anything, the atmosphere was awkward and subtle.

The smell of orange shampoo became more and more obvious because the two of them got too close together. The usual smell appeared on other people. Zhang Xun seemed to be dizzy and confused because of the smell, and he couldn't say a word of flexibility. Exit, and moved his hand away awkwardly: "You don't have to say anything, everything is negotiable."

He pretended to be calm and used the cat to hide his panic. The orange cat couldn't stand his half-dry hands after rubbing Chen Linhu's washed hair, and struggled to escape from the claws of the devil, and ran towards Chen Linhu, rubbing against him With his calf, he slipped out through the open door behind Chen Linhu, away from this embarrassing place for people and cats.

Chen Linhu didn't expect to be attacked by a pig, and subconsciously wanted to back away. His calf was squeezed by the fat body, and he simply sat back on the floor.

The pig's divine strike interrupted Chen Linhu's eye attack that cut Zhang Xun's face like a knife. Chen Linhu sat on the ground, eye to eye with Zhang Xun.

"You know it too," Zhang Xun smoothed things over for his beloved pet, and smiled dryly, "This is Street Fighter, you should empathize with it."

Zhang Xun began to feel that there was a problem with his language system. It was no longer which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted, but where thunder was stepped on.

Chen Linhu saw a flash of annoyance on Zhang Xun's face, and he could see the embarrassment from the movement of licking the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he didn't want to punch this man so much, but smiled.

"You can't talk more than your brain when you're nervous." Chen Linhu sat on the ground with his messy hair, and said solemnly, "Childish."

He finally recovered from the humiliation of being rubbed on the head like Ding Yule.

Zhang Xun opened his mouth to see Chen Linhu's demeanor as if he was giving a report, and wondered, "Why do I feel a little complacent in your tone?"

"No." The smile on Chen Linhu's face came and went quickly, "Tell me the truth."

Zhang Xun was a little depressed, and whispered: "I also ask sincerely."

"What?" Chen Linhu raised his eyebrows again.

"I said you were hit by a pig just now," Zhang Xun said, "It's so pitiful."

At the right time, the sound of the fat cat burying its face in the rice bowl sounded outside the door, and the pig was eating.

The two looked back at the crack of the door, both happy.

Just now, the inexplicably stuffy atmosphere that made people feel like midsummer dissipated, and Zhang Xun laughed: "I really didn't ask questions, or I didn't stop talking. Of course, I didn't stop just now. It's really..."

Zhang Xun couldn't continue, and he couldn't say that he really wanted to rub Chen Linhu's head too much.Is this plausible?

Chen Linhu suddenly said, "It was cut with a utility knife."

Zhang Xun was stunned, and subconsciously asked, "Who did it?"

Chen Linhu, who was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, smiled at Zhang Xun: "Can you keep your mouth shut when you get nervous?"

Zhang Xun opened and closed his mouth, and was surprised to find that he was actually at a disadvantage in a conversation with a person who was eight years younger than himself.

Before that, Zhang Xun didn't realize that he had the problem of "talking when he was nervous" that Chen Linhu said-he also firmly denied that he was nervous-but after Chen Linhu pointed out what he thought was a flaw, he looked at it on time. The machine throws out a topic that makes people want to ask questions.

"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Xun said, "I knew you were a bad person."

Chen Linhu didn't admit it or deny it: "You just haven't thought about it, which proves that you want to ask."

Directly pointing out that Zhang Xun is shy.

Zhang Xun didn't even bother to refute, thinking that with your reaction, everyone would want to ask a few questions.

Especially for someone like him who is very gifted in observing words and expressions, he can be seen to be more curious, but out of politeness, Zhang Xun consciously keeps silent.

Still let him be tricked and trapped, Zhang Xun cursed a few words in his heart, he looks like a martial artist, he didn't expect to have such a heart, it is really sinister.

"I have the aftereffects of being a teacher. I can't help being concerned when I see children bumping into each other." Zhang Xun stabbed back, seeing that Chen Linhu's brows were beginning to frown together, he was in a good mood, and then felt that his behavior was too much. Childish, he cleared his throat, "It's up to you whether you say it or not. Educational psychology tells us that we have to be persuasive, not forceful."

Chen Linhu was silent for a moment, then said, "They fought."

Zhang Xun said "hmm" and waited for the next sentence, but Chen Linhu remained silent again.

"You can either say it or don't say it, I beg you," Zhang Xun sighed, "I said that persuasion is not for you to use on me, but I really annoy you."

Chen Linhu laughed, it was really interesting that Zhang Xun looked like he was indifferent to him.

He felt a little strange that he was sitting on the floor in a tenant's room at night, calmly chatting with people about topics that he shouldn't be interested in.

It may be because he is a tenant, neither a relative nor a classmate.A person who doesn't understand Chen Linhu's living environment and past at all makes Chen Linhu less nervous.

"There was a guy in my high school class who was bullying me, and I went up to stop him, and he fought me when he refused." Chen Linhu said.

Zhang Xun had given up hope at first, but he didn't expect that he could wait for a cause and effect, so he answered very cooperatively: "Just a stroke?"

"No," Chen Linhu shook his head, "A few days after the beating, the one who was bullied stopped coming to school, and I didn't know that the boy shared the private affairs of the bullied person, and the rumors spread throughout the grade. I got into another fight with him, and this time I was scratched."

He said it lightly, but Zhang Xun was speechless.

I knew that Chen Linhu was quite a man, but I never thought that he was so ugly.

"It's an exaggeration to say that this scar is a proof of bravery. If I were you, I could show it off to my grandchildren." Zhang Xun fiddled with a lighter in his hand, "I thought you had never lost a fight, so you That opponent is also quite fierce."

"I came to him for the second time," Chen Linhu said calmly, "He told me that if I hadn't been meddling in his business, he wouldn't have revealed it."

Zhang Xun paused with his hand pressing the lighter, and was speechless for a few seconds. After being burned, he shook his hand violently.

"He said that if it wasn't for me, who would still be sitting in the classroom right now." Chen Linhu said, "I think what he said seemed to make sense. I didn't have time to dodge when he slapped me."

There was no pause in these two sentences, but Chen Linhu felt a little difficult.

This incident of his unremarkable adolescence, which has been declared over in time, can even be briefly summarized in a few sentences.

But to this day, he still cannot forget the confusion and shock of that moment.

"Later, I invited my parents when I got into trouble. My dad...was unhappy because of some related incidents," Chen Linhu twitched his lips. "He thought I was reckless, incompetent, and just brainy."

Zhang Xun couldn't find an answer for a moment, he looked at Chen Linhu, and believed that Chen Linhu at that time probably couldn't explain why things were so dramatic.

This series of causal chains seems to be perfectly connected, but it is a bit unacceptable.

"I haven't mentioned it to my grandfather, and I'm afraid he will touch it here." Chen Linhu pointed at the tip of his brow, "He thinks that everything about me is good, and the scars are all left by good deeds. Guilty."

Zhang Xun hoped that he could analyze this kind of psychology from the perspective of some kind of psychology or someone who has experienced it, but in fact he only had time to move his lips and didn't say a word.

"I don't care about this gap, I just don't understand." Chen Linhu sat up straight and said in a low voice, "Zhang Xun, do you think I did something wrong?"

Looking at Chen Linhu looking at him for answers, Zhang Xun suddenly realized that in this episodic campus bullying, Chen Linhu could almost be regarded as a part of the bullying.

This kind of injury is very secretive, like a knife stuck in adolescence that has not completely faded away, and the father who acted as a guide on the growth road gave the knife a force, allowing it to penetrate deeper into Chen Linhu's brain.

Confusion, confusion and wavering appeared in Chen Lin's Humo eyes. The moment he thought "did I do something wrong?" was the beginning of his self-doubt, and he did not get an answer in his subsequent life.

Even though the matter has been completely over, for Chen Linhu, this kind of hidden wound still remains, because it is too small to even say it, but it is like the scar less than one centimeter, lying across the key place, almost It will scratch his eyes, destroy his eyesight, and make him unable to see the way forward.

Zhang Xun wanted to say something big, but then he thought about it and thought that he might need to pour some chicken soup. Finally, when the words came to his lips, a sigh came out of his mouth first.

"You did something out of your own choice, but the result may not be as you wished, I just understand it this way." Zhang Xun looked at Chen Linhu and said frankly, "I am not a party involved, and I don't want to be a bystander pointing fingers .But you have to know that not everyone can be like you, rushing forward when encountering such a thing without even thinking about it.”

Chen Linhu didn't say anything.

In the past period of time, he has received various answers, such as Chen Xingye's categorical denial, the homeroom teacher's earnest criticism, all kinds of comments, and even rumors that involved him.

This was the first time he had heard someone say that to him.

"If you want me to say something, I can accompany you to scold that idiot all night." The distance between the two was very close, Zhang Xun reached out and patted Chen Linhu's knee, "Huzi, I must be partial to you, I think everything you do is right, my answer is not objective, there is no guiding suggestion, and it is not worth referring to. I don’t want to give advice, really, this thing is too fucking annoying. "

Chen Linhu's nerves tickled softly after the sentence "I must be partial to you", as if being scratched.

It took him a while to realize that this was the first time Zhang Xun called him that.

It wasn't the less landlord or the full name. Chen Linhu suddenly discovered that a person can really become different just because of a name.

Especially after his nickname, there is also a sentence "I am partial to you".

There should be no one in the world who doesn't want to be the one who is favored.

"Don't use the way of coaxing Ding Yule to me," Chen Linhu heard his own awkward voice, "Is it because you think I'm younger than you, and your brother's addiction has started to favor you?"

Zhang Xun bit his cigarette butt and slapped Chen Linhu on the knee angrily: "You've been putting on a face in high school, and Ding Yule is struggling to chase you in a Ferrari and a missile. Partiality is partiality, why are you still doing it?" Are you pretending to be tender?"

The slap wasn't heavy, but it was quite loud. Zhang Xun tapped it with two fingers guiltily to show that he didn't use much force.

However, Chen Linhu smiled. He smiled very hard today, showing a pair of canine teeth, bent the leg that was poked by Zhang Xun, put his elbow on his knee, and looked at Zhang Xun smiling with his hands on his face.

"Do you know that you are like this," Zhang Xun said, "it's like the kind of stealth that a cat doesn't kill when it catches a mouse, but instead plays with it. You should introduce your jokes anyway, let me be a mouse clear."

Chen Linhu braced his face and said, "I don't know either."

Zhang Xun was like a flattened ball, not because he didn't want to get angry, but because he was leaking air.

"I really don't know, and you didn't make any meaningful suggestions," Chen Linhu lost his face, and looked at Zhang Xun with his arms across his knees and his chin buried in his elbow, "but I'm a little happy when you say you're biased. "

The tip of his chin was buried so hard that he couldn't see it, but his eyes became brighter.

Now Zhang Xun no longer feels like he is a flattened ball, his chest is slowly swollen, and the filling is like cotton or catkins, and it seems that Chen Linhu has blown a burst of hydrogen into it, filling it up. When it is full, it has to float up against people.

To be honest, anyone who is looked at by this kind of eyes will be in high spirits.Zhang Xun thought to himself.

He didn't say anything, and started rubbing his hands together.

"What do you mean?" Chen Linhu asked.

"It's okay," Zhang Xun glanced at his head, "Hands are a little itchy again, don't talk to me, I'm restraining myself."

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Zhang Xun: Yes!The hand has a mind of its own!