muddy boy

Apart from a light slap on the head, Chen Linhu didn't wait for Zhang Xun's iron fist to vent his anger.

When Ding Yule ran back with three sketch papers, Zhang Xun had already returned from the bathroom, and marked his test paper with a few red spots as usual, with a natural expression, and the movement of drawing circles with red pens was still chic, even I also gave the composition a score, nothing unusual.

Chen Linhu looked at Zhang Xun's wet trousers, probably to show that he didn't take this level of retaliation seriously. Zhang Xun was still stepping on the carpet with bare feet, and there was no lead dust on the exposed feet. The traces were replaced by a piece of red left when scrubbing.

Before Chen Linhu could confirm whether the lead gray anklet around his ankle was still there, Zhang Xun stretched his long legs and stuffed his feet under the table.

Chen Linhu raised his eyes to look at him, Zhang Xun was stroking his chin, pondering the words for a few words of dialogue, very focused, and very passionate about his work.

But Chen Linhu always felt that something was wrong, but Zhang Xun seemed to have switched to the elite mode suddenly, and he didn't even move his head in front of the computer. He even picked up a WeChat voice in the middle, and Chen Linhu didn't find a chance to talk to him again.

This delicate silence was maintained until Ding Bifang came to pick up his son.

As usual, Ms. Ding changed her high-heeled shoes at the door. She had a serious expression on her face with makeup, and walked into the room with her chin raised, carrying two white lucky buns and two cups of milk tea in her hand. He jumped up: "Move all, sit still for a long time, seventy and eighty can only count on sitting in a wheelchair to play drag racing to satisfy the desire for exercise."

Ding Yule, who opened the door for her, followed her with his head down, selectively ignoring her mother's remarks.

Ding Yule went to self-study at Zhang Xun's place. Ding Bifang had to bring some food and drink with him every time he came back, and occasionally brought some useful things when the season changed. Ever since she found out that Chen Linhu had also become a member of the self-study, she The things brought over will be doubled.

"Why do you always bring some fattening food to eat?" Zhang Xun got up and took it. "Ding Yule will not gain any meat in a few days. We will be able to sell it at the next stop."

Ding Bifang was amused by him, and glared at him with a suppressed smile: "Ding Yule's grandma and grandpa cooked a meal and wished to give him all the vitamins. You two are a bachelor and a student, and the fat picker can't pick you two .”

Chen Linhu got up after him, and thanked him for accepting his share.

Ding Bifang bought the Baiji bun from an old shop on his way home from work. The white cake sandwiched marinated and chopped pork belly, added two extra eggs, and finally poured a spoonful of marinade on the stuffing. Ding Bifang hurried to the bun Bring it back in a hurry, it's still steaming.

Zhang Xun stretched out his head to look at the one in Chen Linhu's hand, and then at his own, smacking his tongue and said, "Aunt Ding, you are so biased, why did the landlord add two marinated eggs to it? Is there one left?"

Just as Chen Linhu opened his mouth to bite and stopped, he also began to compare the weight of the two of them.

"I also asked you to add bean curd kelp to your share. Anyway, it's a little vegetarian, so you can save yourself a stomach full of takeaway junk food." Ding Bifang directed her son to pack the test paper bag, "Xiao Chen is still growing, eat It has to be solid and long."

"Is he still tall?" Zhang Xun said, "He is more than 1.8 meters tall. If he is taller, he will have to hit the door frame."

Ding Bifang smiled and said, "23, run away, what do you know?"

Standing close to Zhang Xun, Chen Linhu subconsciously straightened his back.

The heights of the two are actually about the same, but Chen Linhu stood up straight and looked a little taller than Zhang Xun.

This action made Zhang Xun want to give him a big neck.

Ever since his ankle was pulled lightly and lightly by this tiger thing, Zhang Xun's mood was as if he was crossing an icy road in a snowy day.

The instigator was not only unaware, but also had time to compare his height with him, Zhang Xun gritted his teeth in hatred: "What kind of provocation are you provoking, I am only 26."

"Oh," the whole afternoon was almost over, Chen Linhu finally caught up with Zhang Xun, and felt the need to prolong the topic, so he added, "That's good, this proverb has expired for you three years."

Zhang Xun looked at him: "Why don't you eat cakes, say a few words less, and make less crimes."

Although he didn't quite understand, Chen Linhu's dead sixth sense revived in time, and he nodded cautiously under Zhang Xun's gaze, but he didn't eat anything, and only took a sip of milk tea.

Ding Bifang laughed and said to Zhang Xun, "Why are you arguing with him?"

Zhang Xun also felt that he was naive, and his EQ was on the decline after Chen Linhu pulled his ankle, but he opened his mouth a few times and didn't know where to start, so he could only smile on his face.

Over there, Chen Linhu thought that what Ding Bifang said was right, and his sixth sense, which came a long time ago, told him that Zhang Xun was not very happy, at least not the same as his attitude after joking with other men.

Before she had time to express her agreement, Ding Bifang came to the second half of the sentence again: "How old is he, he speaks without restraint."

Chen Linhu's face darkened, and he heard Zhang Xun actively agreeing: "Indeed, we adults can't care about this."

Ding Bifang felt that Zhang Xun was very educated, so she gave a few words of advice with a stern face. The resolute and uncompromising words in the workplace have also been brought into daily life. Ding Yule interrupted his mother's speech as if giving orders, and carried her painting bag and dragged her out. Remember to let Zhang Xun remember to eat before leaving.

Zhang Xun's messy life schedule is most vividly reflected in his stomach problems. Chen Linhu also knows this. Old Chen will call Zhang Xun down for a meal every now and then, so that this person will not starve to death in his bed. In the rental house, let the second floor become a haunted house.

"I still need your instructions?" Zhang Xun rubbed Ding Yule's big head on his slender neck, and said with a smile, "Take care of yourself, it's like a stick."

After the door opened and closed, there were only two people and a sleeping cat left in the house.

"You go downstairs later," Zhang Xun said to Chen Linhu, and sat back at the table again, "I heard the movement in the corridor just now, and Uncle Chen's card game has not ended yet."

Chen Linhu let out an "oh" and stood still.

Zhang Xun lit a cigarette with his back turned to Chen Linhu. When the first wisp of smoke rose, he thought of something else. He stood up and wanted to go outside: "I'll go to the balcony to smoke..."

As soon as he turned around, he almost bumped into Chen Linhu's body like a small city wall.

Zhang Xun took a half step back from the nerves that jumped when his ankle was pulled just now, and said helplessly, "If you want to change your career and go out to rob, others will have to pay five hundred first just to see your aura."

Chen Linhu ignored his push: "Don't go to the balcony, I said I don't bother you, do whatever you feel comfortable with, and pretend I don't exist."

"Okay," Zhang Xun gave up discussing such trivial matters with him, and sat back on the chair, "Sit down quickly, Air."

"Air" raised the corner of his mouth, and before Zhang Xun turned back to the computer screen and stuffed his white lucky bun into his hand, he sat down on the carpet again and picked up the half-read comic book.

Zhang Xun held a cigarette in one hand and a still warm Baiji bun in the other, and asked in a daze, "What's the matter? The tiger's repayment?"

"Don't you like me?" Chen Linhu raised his head, "I'll trade with you."

His head was tilted slightly, and he looked very serious because of his sullen face.

Zhang Xun's mouth was still filled with the bitter taste of cigarettes, but a trace of leisurely softness slowly returned.

This kind of tenderness squeezed into his brain from the esophagus like a needle, and Zhang Xun's upset was stirred up all at once, turning into a paper tiger that collapsed at the touch of a touch.

"Didn't you hear what Aunt Ding said?" Zhang Xun mumbled with his last breath, a cigarette in his mouth, "I have to be a vegetarian. You don't have kelp or bean curd..."

Before he finished chatting, Chen Linhu interrupted him: "Then you eat all of it, anyway, you only have instant noodles at night, so it's not as good as this, eating too much instant noodles makes your stomach feel uncomfortable."

Zhang Xun opened his mouth and stuttered a few times, feeling that he was pinched by Chen Linhu, as if his unclear temper was easily pinched away by him.

Dazed and soft-hearted, unexpectedly there was a trace of bravery, Bai Jimo set aside and rubbed Chen Linhu's head resentfully.

"Next time," Zhang Xun said, "if you want to be the same as me again, I'll take a picture of you dying with cultural bricks, do you hear me?"

Chen Linhu was dazed by the rubbing, but unexpectedly he didn't hide.

Zhang Xun's hands smelled of the smoke from covering his eyes that night, Chen Linhu stiffened his neck, and forcibly accepted the same treatment as Ding Yule, which he didn't like very much.

After Zhang Xun stopped, Chen Linhu asked in bewilderment: "How can it be considered neither big nor small?"

This question immediately blocked Zhang Xun's mouth.

His first thought was, first of all, you can't pull my ankles, and you can't leave marks on my feet, is this fucking ridiculous?

But Zhang Xun's habit of taking one step and thinking three steps made him almost immediately think of Chen Linhu's next sentence, "why pulling your ankle can be related to whether you are big or small".

He couldn't answer, and he didn't know.

Boys are all creatures that you beat me up, and it doesn't seem to matter if you pull them.

But the moment Zhang Xun's ankle was held in the palm of Chen Linhu's hand, he confirmed that this action cannot be repeated.

Chen Linhu waited for Zhang Xun's answer, saw Zhang Xun's lips move, and heard him squeeze out the words from between his teeth: "You can share with me as Ding Yule shares with you."

The most intuitive way to divide the size is to call it.

Ding Yule's "brother" posted on Chen Linhu as if he didn't want money, and the hierarchical relationship was clearly distinguished.

Chen Linhu stared at Zhang Xun for three seconds, and decided to ignore the words. He held the comic book in front of his face and continued to watch how the protagonist dealt with the cat.

"I found that you are really good at irritating people." Zhang Xun was annoyed when he saw that he was ignoring reality in a grandiose way. "Is this cartoon so good?"

Chen Linhu nodded his head at the back of the book: "Yes."

"I won't show you," Zhang Xun flicked the spine of the book, "Go, leave my shelter, I will open the door with voice control, and you won't be allowed to enter unless you shout the correct password."

Chen Linhu seemed to be flicked across the book, and the book in his hand fell on his knees. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Xun, frowning, as if telling Zhang Xun with a fierce expression that he In this life, I will never give in on this kind of issue that makes me appear low-level.

Normally, Zhang Xun would pass by with a smile, but this time he erected a bottom line barrier for no reason, to let this bastard know the principle of adults, so he leaned on the back of the chair, smoked a cigarette and made eye contact with Chen Linhu .

The sun outside the window was setting, and the twilight was coming together. The still warm light hit Zhang Xun's face, and the smoke exhaled from his lips, making his eyes behind the lenses narrow.

Seeing from Zhang Xun's eyes that he had the chance to win, Chen Linhu was very upset, and watched Yan hook Zhang Xun's eyelashes in a trance, inexplicably thinking of the red marks on his feet after the lead ash faded away.

Fat Mao, who was sleeping on the bed, woke up from the dream, twisted behind Chen Linhu who was sitting on the bed, and squeezed the back of his head with his fat body.

This squeeze almost made Chen Linhu bounce off the carpet, and he was jolted as if returning to his original state, only then did he remember that he had to survive in Zhang Xun's shelter.

Chen Linhu whispered a word insincerely: "Brother."

It sounded as good as "gu", but he still felt that he had been bumped in front of Zhang Xun.

The corners of Zhang Xun's mouth were raised, and after getting what he wanted, he pretended to be coercive, and snorted a loose "um" from his nose. Before he had time to express the victor's hypocritical consolation speech, Chen Linhu asked again.

"Are you upset that I pulled your ankle?" Chen Linhu tried to find a reason for the reality of losing a round, "Zhang Xun."

Zhang Xun choked on the smoke in his throat, coughing so hard that he almost gasped.

Chen Linhu couldn't figure it out, so he stood up and handed him the water at hand.

"No," Zhang Xun took two sips of water, calmed down, and his tone was quite normal, "I'm ticklish, my feet are more sensitive, do you understand itchy flesh?"

Chen Linhu accepted this explanation quite well, no wonder Zhang Xun shrank his legs faster than the rubber band rebounded.

It seemed that Zhang Xun was a little unhappy, and Chen Linhu nodded clearly: "I won't drag you next time."

Old Chen's yelling sounded in the corridor, the clock pointed to seven o'clock amidst the noise, and the mahjong game was over. Chen Linhu said hello to Zhang Xun, borrowed two more books, and left the shelter with milk tea.

After the sound of the anti-theft door closing, Zhang Xun realized that the smoke had burned to the bottom, and hurriedly pressed it out in the ashtray.

I'm an idiot, Zhang Xun thought to himself, an idiot with sensitive feet can babble out his mouth when he speaks, which shows that Chen Linhu's judgment that "you can't talk when you're nervous" is not without evidence.

He took another sip of water, and felt that the cup in his hand didn't feel right. He took a closer look and found that it was the one used by Chen Linhu.

"Damn." Zhang Xun put the cup heavily on the desk, and uttered the second swear word of the day.

In addition to being an air worker with Zhang Xun, Chen Linhu still has to go back to school to be a college student from Monday to Friday.

The freshman class schedule is full. In addition to a few sketches and color sketches in professional courses, there are also many other courses for students to learn more about the industry and development direction, and choose their favorite and most suitable way out.

Chen Linhu's plans for his future were in a mess. He followed Chen Xingye's planned path in the years before university, but now he was derailed. After gaining a certain degree of freedom, he suddenly found that he had no track to follow.

I can't find the direction and the goal, there is fog everywhere, and it seems that there are roads everywhere, but every road is dangerous and uncertain.

In the first professional class, the teacher asked the students about their ideal career and development direction, and Chen Linhu realized that everyone except himself had something that could be called a "dream".

Regardless of whether this "dream" is down-to-earth or star-studded, at least it exists in people's hearts.

A piece of Chen Linhu's heart was missing.

He could only suppress his confusion and frustration, and turn his attention to the games in the department.

The theme of the competition is very clichéd, only the word "sunshine" is given.

Chen Linhu picked and picked, and finally chose the idea pointed out by Zhang Xun at that time, and started to draw on the computer.

"Stop drawing bro, go eat," Zhou Zhuangzhuang looked in the mirror and styled his hair, "I really want to eat the desserts from that shop that is open until eleven o'clock, really."

Shang Qinghua put on the mask and sneered: "Do you want to eat dessert, or do you want to go to a dessert shop and find someone to talk nonsense to the clerk?"

The camouflage at the beginning of school was worn out in daily life at an extremely fast speed. All the monsters and ghosts in the dormitory screamed and lifted their painted skins, revealing their grotesque true colors.

Zhou Datou showed his boundless enthusiasm for the pursuit of romance, so he just put a few feathers on his buttocks, imitating the opening of a peacock to show his heart.

"Changed dessert shop again?" Gao Yi was also drawing a work for the competition, and turned around after hearing this, "Didn't you still have a crush on a girl from the foreign language department in the fellow group?"

"Nonsense!" Zhou Zhuangzhuang glared at him, "When did I have a crush on you?"

"Yes, it's not a secret love," Shang Qinghua explained, "It's just that after giving someone a supper, the girl sent a WeChat message to ask him where he bought the supper, and her partner also likes it."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang's face was as pale as a pig's liver, and he stopped talking to Shang Qinghua and Gao Yi, and pushed the back of Chen Linhu's chair: "They don't eat supper, let me treat you, it's next to the book cafe Son, you can go and play with your brother."

Chen Linhu was dividing large blocks of color on the painting, his hands trembled when he was pushed, and he painted a bright warm yellow at an angle.

"It's not my brother." Chen Linhu frowned, "He doesn't work the night shift."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang disapproved: "I think so. Hey, are you going to go or not, and you can buy some snacks along the way when you come back. I will eat it when I watch horror movies at night. If you want to watch it together."

"Don't go out at this point," the first grader looked at the time, and persuaded him kindly after eight o'clock in the evening, "I have received a notice that I have to check the bed tonight, and this time it is from the Disciplinary Department. , If caught, dormitory points will be deducted."

Their department is not big, and the Department of the Student Union has to take on multiple roles. The Department of Discipline checks the dormitory. In addition to the self-examination of the department, it also has to deal with the inspection of the school and the dormitory management committee. Five days a week, it is basically full. up.

307 has a small number of people, and there are so many strange flowers. Shang Qinghua is good at fighting fires, Zhou Zhuangzhuang devotes himself to all kinds of entertainment and relaxation, Chen Linhu makes troubles just standing there, Fang Qing basically doesn't associate with other people, only the first class is left. Instigating everyone, serving as the head of the dormitory, and earnestly persuading everyone every day not to think about staying out at night.

But the first grade of high school is good-tempered and friendly. Although Zhou Zhuangzhuang was discouraged, he didn't lose his temper. Can't step on the ground outside the school at night?"

He babbled on some useless nonsense, but Chen Linhu couldn't hear clearly with his earphones on, as if a layer of foam was floating in his mind, he heard the word "feet" in a daze.

These two days are full of classes, so Chen Linhu didn't go to the book cafe anymore. When he was looking for light and shadow on the painting, he inexplicably remembered the incense smoke exhaled by Zhang Xun in the evening.

The red of the setting sun passes through the gap of the smog, and the color that falls on the skin is somewhat inexplicably similar to the red rubbed on the feet.

Chen Linhu moved his feet under the desk, thinking aimlessly, since Zhang Xun's feet are very sensitive, how would he feel when he pulled and pressed with his thumb.

This idea came from no source, but it spread out like water flooding a golden mountain. Chen Linhu's palm seemed to have the residual feeling of his ankle bone being rubbed against.

As soon as he clenched his fingers, there were noisy conversations and footsteps in the corridor outside the dormitory, and after a while, there was a knock on the door of 307.

A leading boy opened the door and came in, and said gently, "I'm sorry, check the dormitory."

"Okay, okay," Gao Yi hurriedly stood up, straightened his desk awkwardly, and then smiled, "Hello, senior."

"Have you all arrived in your dormitory?" Chen Linhu, the boy who took the lead, met him once. He was the head of the Disciplinary Department. The department members are familiar with the process, so basically everyone in the department has arrived. You are busy with your work, and we will leave after confirming that there is no high power and no shortage of people."

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight people came in behind him, and the person who entered the door following the minister made eye contact with Chen Linhu, and both of them were stunned.

Chen Linhu felt a little familiar, but the other party raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a mocking smile.

With this smile, Chen Linhu remembered, the high-profile guy in the book cafe who said Zhang Xun was a little boy.

Fang Qing was the last one to enter the door, with his Disciplinary Department membership card hanging around his neck, he looked at Chen Linhu, did not say a word, and looked away again.

The author has something to say:

Zhang Xun: There is a lot of nonsense.

Chen Linhu: I believed in nonsense.