muddy boy

Two-thirds of the sketchbook has been drawn, and it feels very strange when flipping through it, which is completely different from reading a book or watching picture books and comics.

Zhang Xun is a bit novel, holding the sketchbook that Chen Linhu keeps in his hand seems to be like holding his diary. From his perspective, he sees characters and scenery completely different from his own.

Shuca raised the asparagus with a dull head after half a year, the sitting posture of the guests, the pleats of clothes, the light and shade distinguished by a single color of pencil, and the people wearing hats and sun hats passing by on the street.

However, Zhang Xun would still turn back to the pages with pictures of cats with fierce eyes from time to time. Just looking at Brother Hu's fat and sturdy figure is enough to make him happy.

Chen Linhu was sitting on the chair, the 4B pencil was tossing and turning between his fingers.

He began to recall whether he had drawn any messy things in his sketchbook when he was delirious. Ever since he saw a picture of a fruit boy hugging a girl in a studio from the back of her sketching practice in high school, every time When handing in homework, he had to check whether he had drawn something else on the back of the sketch paper.

But the sketchbook is a relatively personal thing. Chen Linhu often scribbles on it, and the style of painting often switches between magic and realism.

"Have you finished reading?" Chen Linhu finally said, staring at Zhang Xun's face, "I didn't draw anything."

Zhang Xun had mint candy in his mouth, and the candy ball pushed up a small piece of his cheek: "The painting is pretty good, I haven't finished reading it yet, I didn't rush you when you read my book at home, right? "

Chen Linhu didn't know whether he was persuaded by this reason, or he was relieved because he didn't hear the weirdness in Zhang Xun's tone. He just pursed his lips and continued to turn the pencil.

"It's really good!" Wu Yue also echoed, and went to Zhang Xun's side to look at it together, "If you want to let the boss see these pictures drawn in the book cafe, you must ask if you can give them to him so that he can post a message for the customer in the book cafe It's too thin."

"That won't work," Zhang Xun said with a smile, "This is the 'book' he drew. If you tore it up, wouldn't it be a missing page?"

This metaphor made Chen Linhu feel that Zhang Xun really deserved to be a former people's teacher.

The bell hanging on the door rang, and a customer came in. After glancing at the staff at the counter, he walked straight in and said, "Hello? I want to order—"

Both Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu looked up, and when they met their gazes, they were both stunned.

"Hey, you're not that," the girl who came in pointed at Chen Linhu, "That, Hu... Hu... You almost got into a fight at the freshman registration office on the first day of school, didn't you?"

Chen Linhu remembered that this was the senior who was in the tent at the registration office that day.He nodded: "Chen Linhu."

"Yes, yes," the senior sister smiled at Zhang Xun again, "You reported with him, right? His brother, I said, why did he feel a little familiar at the time, but now I remember seeing him in this store."

A lie that he wants to cover up will always be brought up several times. "His brother" Zhang Xun dare not turn his head back, fearing that his "brother" will stab his face with a knife-like gaze, so he just smiled and said: "Order order!" Right? Wait a minute, I'm going over now."

"No hurry, I have to wait anyway." The senior sister walked this way with her bag, looked for a seat while scanning the sketchbook in Zhang Xun's hand, and said in surprise, "Oh, is this your sketchbook? Now if you want to work in a book cafe, you must have this skill?"

Wu Yue smiled while taking the menu: "The threshold is too high. No, it's his." She pointed to Chen Linhu.

"Really?" The senior sister put down the bag casually, and stood beside Zhang Xun to watch, "It's pretty good."

Zhang Xun handed her the sketchbook with a smile, and went to the counter with Wu Yue to prepare things.

After he let go of the sketchbook, Chen Linhu was inexplicably relieved, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"You usually practice wherever you want," the senior sister flipped through a few pages, and saw some excerpts of poems or sentences in the corners of the above, and smiled at Chen Linhu, "I remember you are majoring in digital media. right?"

Because of the quarrel with Zhou Zhuangzhuang at the beginning of school, Chen Linhu is no stranger to this senior sister, so he nodded and answered yes.

The senior sister pulled away the chair opposite him and sat down: "In a few days, the department's student union will be recruiting new interviewers. Are you interested in joining the propaganda department?"

Chen Linhu was stunned.

"My name is Tong Fei. Didn't you all write a few manuscripts to be handed in during the military training?" The senior sister introduced herself, "I have handed them over to our propaganda department. I have read yours. There is a boy in your dormitory." , and the writing is not bad. The Propaganda Department is mainly responsible for some work such as press releases and cultural event planning. I think your professional ability is quite good. Do you plan to join the student union?"

Tong Feiren looks gentle like the girl next door, but speaks very frankly.

The place where they were sitting was not far from the counter. Zhang Xun heard this and felt that this senior sister was considered courageous. Chen Linhu's appearance did not look like the type that could be mixed in a collective organization.

Chen Linhu didn't expect such a thing to happen, and after realizing it, he said, "I didn't plan."

"That's it," Tong Fei was a little discouraged, "Why didn't you join? Are you planning to work in the club or something else?"

"Neither of them." After Chen Lin finished speaking, he felt that it was too perfunctory to answer Tong Fei who was enthusiastic, so he had to explain in a low voice, "I am not suitable for getting along with groups."

Probably remembering what happened on the first day of school, Tong Fei couldn't help laughing: "Actually, you... Forget it, okay, it depends on your personal wishes, if you change your mind, you can find me, and I will leave my mobile phone number for you. You add me on WeChat."

This kind of friendly enthusiasm made it difficult for Chen Linhu to say the hard words "I will not change my mind", so he took out his mobile phone and added Tong Fei's contact information without looking at other messy messages. .

While putting the milk tea on the dinner plate, Wu Yue poked Zhang Xun with her elbow, and raised her chin in the direction of Chen Linhu: "Your brother is still very good."

"The next time you tell him that he is my younger brother in front of him, I won't have my face." Zhang Xun said helplessly.

"What's the matter?" Wu Yue smiled happily, "He is already young."

Zhang Xun was too lazy to explain Chen Linhu's self-esteem to her, so he wiped the counter casually, and could still hear the voices of Tong Fei and Chen Linhu from time to time.

"In a while, there will be a competition in the department." Tong Fei drank milk tea and flipped through a few pages of Chen Linhu's sketchbook. "The specific content has not yet been finalized, but there are some prizes and so on. It’s good to play more games.”

Chen Linhu is somewhat interested in this kind of thing, because his academic performance is not very outstanding, and his interpersonal relationship is messed up by him, so every year he can make Chen Xingye a little satisfied only with the sports meeting record and the school. An innocuous art competition.

At that time, he felt that it might be because he was young and his brain was not fully developed, so he signed up for any painting competition, even blackboard newspapers and handwritten newspapers, which he didn't even have a certificate. After a few kicks, he later discovered that this thing was not only meaningless, but even Lin Hongyu felt that it was a bit of a waste of time, so he began to learn how to select competition items.

But this habit has been preserved to this day. Chen Linhu finally raised his eyelids and asked, "When will it start?"

"It's the middle of next month." Tong Fei closed the sketchbook and returned it to Chen Linhu. "At that time, there will be some teachers in the department and some junior seniors from the student union. Get it right."

"I didn't mean that." Chen Linhu explained with a little embarrassment.

"Why are you nervous?" Tong Fei laughed again, "You are quite serious, don't you joke around with others?"

Chen Linhu didn't know how to answer, and said "um" from his nose: "Yes, I'm more serious."

Zhang Xun was polishing a glass, and almost smashed the glass when he heard this.

Yes, it is more serious, the kind of seriousness that even says "the parts are the same".

The ding-dong movement on his side attracted Chen Linhu's glance, his eyes seemed to say "I'll just say so" arrogantly, and Zhang Xun immediately made a "you're right" gesture.

Tong Fei asked suspiciously, "Ah? Really?"

Maybe it was because he was bluffing someone, Zhang Xun saw that Chen Linhu was silent, took a sip of coffee, and covered the corners of his mouth that were tending to be upturned.

Tong Fei also mentioned some recent activities in the department. She spoke generously, and Chen Linhu listened carefully, occasionally interjecting a question or two if she was interested.

Although he has a face that is not pleasing to anyone, Chen Linhu is very polite and polite to others - provided that you don't make trouble.

Zhang Xun has already seen this from Chen Linhu's relationship with the blind-eyed and confused old people in the family courtyard. He is patient and respectful in front of the old people. He speaks little but is sincere enough.

Guess Tong Fei could feel it too, so even though Chen Linhu's face was expressionless, she still explained the matter clearly.

Chen Linhu's side face was shrouded in the sunlight outside the window, and his skin seemed to have a layer of warm fluff.

He is quite obedient in front of his senior sister, Zhang Xun thought to himself, he has never seen Chen Linhu challenge any elder for no reason.

It was the same with him, Zhang Xun remembered that Chen Linhu fell asleep on his bed like Erbaiwu, defenseless, as if he was convinced that Zhang Xun would not do anything immoral as a mature adult.

Such a person could easily be the subject of an organ-trafficking horror story.

Zhang Xun felt that the unfounded sense of trust should be because he met Chen Linhu's standards for "adults" in some aspects, just like some freshmen would unconditionally listen to the nonsense of seniors and sisters.

So the trust and closeness are probably because the other party is considered an ideal elder.

Zhang Xun rubbed his glass and thought wildly, this theory is not unreasonable.

He found a reasonable position for himself, and with a breath, he dared to recall Chen Linhu's expression that night. Pushing Chen Linhu to Ding Yule's position, Zhang Xun found a sense of balance.

"Still wiping," Wu Yue's voice interrupted him, "The cup is already thinned by you."

Zhang Xun came back to his senses, smiled and put down the cup: "You go to their table, right? Send two pieces of cheesecake to my account."

When Chen Linhu had an extra piece of cake in front of him, he almost immediately turned to look at Zhang Xun.

Standing behind the counter, Zhang Xun half-closed his eyes and flipped through two pages of the book when there were no customers. Feeling his gaze, he raised his head and smiled at him.

Chen Linhu inexplicably recalled the appearance of his parents eagerly bringing out small snacks to entertain his son's guests when they brought his classmates home.

"This is delicious!" Tong Fei was not polite, and smiled after taking a bite, "I will take advantage of you, and I will treat you later."

Chen Linhu responded vaguely, and also dug a spoonful of cake into his mouth.

Too sweet and a bit greasy.

He doesn't like it very much.

Compared with Zhang Xun's "caring for children" smile just now, Chen Linhu prefers the expression on Zhang Xun's face when he made the "you're right" gesture just now.

He can't say why, but the latter is more like the feeling when looking at a composition with relaxation, and it looks comfortable.

Chen Linhu picked up the coffee cup, just to cover the corner of Zhang Xun's amused mouth, now it's purely to understand.

The door of the book cafe was pushed open vigorously, and Shang Qinghua rushed in with his overstuffed bags on his back, carrying two bags in each hand. His forehead was sweating from the heat, and he met Zhang Xun as soon as he entered the door.

"Where did you run around?" Zhang Xun was a little surprised when he found that Shang Qinghua's face still had traces of makeup that hadn't been wiped clean, but he didn't say it out, "It's a big bag."

"Hurry up and go to a comic exhibition." Shang Qinghua panted, because he came here from time to time, and he became familiar with Zhang Xun, "Brother, did Chen Linhu come to your place?"

Zhang Xun raised his chin in Chen Linhu's direction.

"It's really sad." Shang Qinghua muttered, carrying the big and small bags and moving towards Chen Linhu's direction.

Because it was in a book cafe, Shang Qinghua didn't yell loudly. He walked to Chen Linhu's table and gave him a leg with his knee: "You don't look at your phone? I sent you a few messages and nothing happened. There is still water in the sea." Flowers!"

After finishing speaking, he saw Tong Fei sitting opposite Chen Linhu. He was stunned for a few seconds and recognized that she was the senior at the reception for freshmen.

Tong Fei smiled and waved her hands, just as her friend also arrived, and the three of them broke up.

"Is there something wrong?" Chen Linhu asked.

"You have to be reminded how you look at your phone," Shang Qinghua became angry again, "Zhou Datou and Gao Bucheng didn't reply to the texts and calls you sent, and asked me to stop by you when I came back. Forget it, you are either in the book cafe, or on the way to the book cafe."

Chen Linhu glanced at his phone, only to find several unread messages and missed calls.

They were all posted when Zhang Xun and Wu Yue were reading his sketchbook, and he didn't feel any shock.

Chen Linhu asked again: "Is there something wrong?"

"I'll just accept you as an unshakable uncle," Shang Qinghua sighed, "Aren't they going to have a dinner together in the dormitory? After buying all the dishes, they asked when we'll be back."

Chen Linhu looked at the time. It was past four in the afternoon. After walking back to the dormitory and tidying up, it was probably five or six o'clock.

"Come back now." Chen Linhu finished the cake in two or three bites, drank the coffee in one gulp, picked up the sketchbook and stood up, "Help me get it?"

Shang Qinghua lost his temper after being asked this question.

During this period of living in the dormitory, Chen Linhu, who was thought to be the most irritating, was the easiest to get along with. He didn't talk much, and he didn't say anything when he could help. Apart from others, it is simply a benchmark for roommates.

"This one." Shang Qinghua lifted up the lighter bag in his hand.

Chen Linhu took another bag which was heavier and walked out.

When passing by the counter, Chen Linhu bent his fingers and tapped on the table.

"What are you doing, young master?" Zhang Xun looked away from the page.

"It's okay." Chen Linhu looked at his helpless expression, raised his eyebrows, "Let's go."

Zhang Xun tore open a mint, stuffed it into his mouth and waved his hand: "Goodbye."

The candy pushed up Zhang Xun's cheeks, making his face look a little more youthful. At this moment, Chen Linhu felt that the two of them were actually not too old.

Then why do you keep treating him like a little kid?

Zhang Xun was chilled by Chen Linhu's eyes like a cat looking at a mouse, and quickly took out two more pieces of candy from his pocket and handed them over: "Here, I want to eat your words, don't look at me like that, it's weird."

Even though he didn't mean it that way, Chen Linhu subconsciously reached out to grab it.

When holding two mints, they also brushed Zhang Xun's fingertips.

Zhang Xun withdrew his hand lightly and turned a page of the book.

Chen Linhu stuffed the candy into his pocket, and looked at Zhang Xun: "I finished the book."

"Ah?" Zhang Xun didn't respond.

"Go home this week and return your remaining book," Chen Linhu said again, "Can I lend you a few more books?"

Zhang Xun was stunned: "Okay, I'm usually at home at night, so you can come directly."

After getting this answer, Chen Linhu smiled at him: "Thank you."

Shang Qinghua got a piece of candy from Chen Linhu, put it in his mouth and waved to Zhang Xun: "Then let's go, brother, come back next time."

Zhang Xun watched the two of them push the door and go out. Shang Qinghua followed behind Chen Linhu, still asking, "Hey, why did that senior sister ask you just now..."

Chen Linhu's answer was blocked by the closed door, his smile was gone, and he walked out of Zhang Xun's sight with a sullen face.

"Just know how to laugh," Zhang Xun muttered indistinctly, "others know how to shout nicely."

Others also know to call a suitable one with accurate positioning.

Zhang Xun looked down at the book, only to realize that he hadn't seen this page at all, so he could only turn the page back again.

There is a sentence written on the book.

- "The mind of this flower is really difficult to understand." (1)

When they arrived at the dormitory, Zhou Zhuangzhuang and Gao Yi had already put away all the vegetables they had bought.

There are no good conditions in the university dormitory. A few computer desks on the bed are placed on the floor, and a few cushions are placed to open up a battlefield for wine tables.

As soon as Chen Linhu entered the door, he first saw several cold dishes, barbecue and the staple food - barreled instant noodles.

He put down the beer and drinks he bought with Shang Qinghua.

Zhou Zhuangzhuang, who was awarded the title of "Zhou Datou" because of his relatively large head, immediately opened a bottle of beer and drank it. Seeing Chen Linhu enter the door, he patted the cushion next to him: "It's fine if you can't drink. If you sit with me, you must be able to drink." .”

Chen Linhu ignored his provocation and put back the sketchbook and the things he mentioned.

Fang Qing came back a little earlier than his monk Tsinghua, and was washing an apple and talking to the first class.

"How are you preparing for the new recruiting of the student union?" The first-class senior was nicknamed "I'm not tall enough" because he is the shortest in the dormitory. He was chatting with Fang Qing at the moment, "I heard that the competition is quite fierce. Which department are you going to go to?"

"The Propaganda Department or the Disciplinary Department." Fang Qing's expression was light, but his tone was a little subtly complacent. "It should be okay. I have a good relationship with a senior. He said that my ability is fine."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang rolled his eyes. Since the beginning of the school year, he and Fang Qing had quarreled several times over various minor issues.

From where to dry clothes to where to sit in class, the two of them couldn't make do together.

"Yo, the Propaganda Department?" Shang Qinghua put away his things and answered, "If you really go to the Propaganda Department, maybe you and Hu Zi can get together."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang stopped drinking beer: "What? Chen Linhu? When are you planning to join the student union?"

Fang Qing glanced at Chen Linhu like lightning.

"No." Chen Linhu connected the phone to the charging cable.

"You guys don't know, today I met the senior at the book cafe who was receiving the freshmen at that time, her name is Tong Fei," Shang Qinghua said the matter before Chen Linhu opened his mouth, "I think she was chatting with Huzi It's okay. Hey, if you really can't destroy the impression of a group just because of one person, this senior is pretty good, she's very gentle and doesn't put on airs, I patiently explain everything I ask, and talk to her The senior I met at the book cafe that day looking for trouble was not the same at all."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang agreed: "That kind of person is unique and deserves to be beaten. I was not feeling well that day, so I gave Chen Linhu room to play. Next time I encounter this kind of thing, I will do my part, bear the brunt, and face the difficulties..."

The experience of getting along during this period tells others not to talk to Zhou Zhuangzhuang about making such bold and ambitious speeches.

"I remember this senior, she was introduced at the beginning of school, she is the deputy department of the Propaganda Department," the first class senior interrupted Zhou Zhuangzhuang's narcissism, and happily told Chen Linhu, "Why don't you try it, the student union is very good ,train myself."

"He trains himself?" Zhou Zhuangzhuang smiled, "If he doesn't fight with others, he's making a contribution."

Chen Linhu pulled up the cushion next to Zhou Zhuangzhuang, sat down next to him, and looked at Zhou Zhuangzhuang.

The latter immediately silenced, began to concentrate on drinking beer, and smacked his lips, looking very serious.

"You want to join the student union?" Someone suddenly asked.

Chen Linhu followed the sound to see that Fang Qing had stopped washing the apples, and was standing beside his bed with water dripping from his hands, looking at him with a delicate expression, and the corners of his mouth turned up a little stiffly.

He didn't feel anything about Fang Qing. The people in the dormitory had very different tempers, but they could still chat and fart together. For some reason, he and Fang Qing really couldn't get along, and the two of them basically didn't chat. This time Fang Qing took the initiative to ask , Chen Linhu was a little surprised.

"No." Chen Linhu shook his head.

Shaking very casually, very calmly, very calmly and indifferently.

Fang Qing unconsciously remembered the day when he chose the dormitory bed, and Chen Linhu did the same, saying "no change" with such a disapproving attitude.

It seems that they don't care about these things that other people value.

"Why don't you go?" Shang Qinghua felt a little regretful, "That senior sister is quite nice."

Chen Linhu didn't understand what this had to do with the senior sister, so he just said, "I'm not suitable."

"That's what I like about you," Zhou Zhuangzhuang said with a convincing smile, "You have self-knowledge, you're different from others!" Seeing Chen Linhu's sandbag-sized fist, he added, "Just like me!"

Several people teased a few words, Fang Qing slowly wiped the water drops on his hands amidst the laughter, and suddenly he also snorted.

"Indeed, how special," Fang Qing's voice was light, "Qing Gao."

After he finished speaking, the dormitory was silent for a second.

Zhou Zhuangzhuang didn't know why, so just as he was about to ask what he meant, Fang Qing walked to the door with his mobile phone, slammed the door and left after saying "I don't want to eat".

"What's going on?" Zhou Zhuangzhuang asked, "What is he doing?"

Shang Qinghua sat down on the cushion disapprovingly: "Never mind him, who doesn't have a temper yet, eat ours."

Chen Linhu frowned.

He is quite familiar with this feeling. Every time someone did this before, it would eventually turn into an involuntary fight.

There are various reasons, but most of them come down to Chen Linhu's "look down on people".

Sometimes Chen Linhu would look in the mirror and try to adjust his expression to make himself look more gregarious, but all failed. In the end, he found that it was faster to solve problems with his fists.

"I'll call him." Gao Yi was a little uneasy, "Aren't we having dinner..."

"I found out that you are Shaking M." Zhou Zhuangzhuang didn't know what to say, "We bought the food, and Chen Linhu and Shang University bought the beer and drinks. He likes to eat or not. He never asked you to bring a meal." You forgot about your money again, right? You’re still trying to get it up.”

It's just such a trivial matter in the dormitory, but the words are too straightforward, and the face of the first class is a little embarrassed. Looking at Chen Linhu, he said again: "I didn't give Hu Zi money, and it's not just me..."

Chen Linhu opened a can of beer and took a sip, then shook his head: "Forget it, let's eat."

"Tiger," Shang Qinghua looked at him and sighed, "You are the type who suffers from silence."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang felt that this remark was unreasonable: "It's okay to hit someone with a muffled voice, but the main reason for his muffled voice is that he can take the first chance when he strikes like this."

Chen Linhu quickly lifted his beer can buttocks while he was raising his beer can to drink.

Seeing Zhou Zhuangzhuang choked up with snot and tears, Chen Linhu nodded steadily: "You are right."

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(1) Excerpt from "The Little Prince".

Zhou Zhuangzhuang, say the most cruel words and do the most cowardly things (thumb