muddy boy

During the period of checking the dormitory personnel, Chen Linhu finally learned the name of the boy in the book cafe, Hu Weiming, from the work card of the student union.

This time it was a large-scale surprise inspection. The Minister of Disciplinary Department Shen Xin checked the names of the people on the bed one by one to ensure that no one was absent or checked for him, and then directed several members to go around the bedroom to avoid people Use high-power appliances such as small electric pots and kettles.

There is nothing wrong with the 307 dormitory except that Shang Qinghua's clothes are hung in a mess like a laundry shop, the minister Shen Xin nodded, and smiled with several people: "Okay, there is nothing else, just keep it clean. Clean up before class, and don't lose the chain when the school and the dormitory management come to check."

The school requires the dormitories to be tidy, so the department has to instruct and supervise one by one. This is also a job that the student union has to do. The first grader expressed understanding: "Seniors, don't worry, we usually clean it before class."

The Disciplinary Department gave the paper with the safety rules printed on it again, and said a few words to the first class.

Chen Linhu didn't hear these things very clearly. After confirming Hu Weiming's name, he didn't look back. He was doing what he was doing with the computer. Hu Weiming glanced at the back of his head from time to time.

After explaining everything clearly, Minister Shen Xin led the other members out.

Hu Weiming said, "Your desks are too messy, not to mention following the standards of the military training, at least you should keep them basically clean, right?"

Gao Yiwai was stunned: "Is it messy? We don't have anything on the table."

Their dormitory was short of people, and the rest of them were fairly clean. The dormitory had to be swept twice a day, and the extra things were temporarily piled up on the empty beds, so the whole dormitory seemed to be in order.

"Why is it not messy?" Hu Weiming raised his voice, as if he was very displeased with Gao Yi's rebuttal, "Look at his desk, it's piled up in a pile. Here, it’s not us who were scolded for you first.”

Chen Linhu got a headache when he heard his voice like being pecked by a chicken, and turned his head to meet Hu Weiming's raised chin, pointing in the direction that happened to be him.

With a square chin, Chen Linhu wanted to punch him on the head.

"Don't check this today," Shen Xin frowned slightly at the gate of the station, "I will send a special message later to remind the freshmen about this problem, and I have to check other dormitories."

Hu Weiming took out his mobile phone and flipped through a message and showed it to Shen Xin: "It's not that I'm busy, Minister, the dormitory management department has notified you several times. You didn't know that you were not at school at the time. I will be in place once. Save the trouble of going back and forth."

He spoke plausibly, after reading the message, Shen Xin looked at him twice with a half-smile.

"Why don't you check the dormitory next door first," Hu Weiming said again, "I'll tell them about the requirements of the dormitory management department, and I'll be there in a while."

Shen Xin didn't agree with Hu Weiming's eyes, but he didn't show his staff's face in public, so he just said indifferently: "Okay, then you should be busy."

But Hu Weiming was not allowed to stay by himself, Fang Qing and another new member were assigned to follow the learning process, and then he took the rest to the dormitory next door.

A trace of hesitation and embarrassment flashed across Fang Qing's face, but he didn't say anything, and let Hu Weiming walk around the dormitory again.

"Actually, most of them are fine," Hu Weiming nodded slightly, "It's just that the table needs to be paid attention to, and this student's is not qualified."

He pointed to Chen Linhu's table, and the others followed suit.

There are several books, computers, drawing boards and external keyboards on Chen Linhu's desk. It looks messy mainly because some charging cables and data cables are connected from the power socket under the desk to a power strip on the desk. superior.

"Where is it unqualified?" Chen Linhu sat without moving, just looked at Hu Weiming, his tone did not fluctuate, "You don't like the fact that there are no French fries?"

The scene in the book cafe was Hu Weiming's sore feet, because of Chen Linhu's cleaning up, the girl who went with him at that time turned around and blocked his contact information.

Unexpectedly, Chen Linhu dared to mention this issue to him at this point. Hu Weiming's face froze first, and then he said coldly: "First of all, the books must be arranged properly, so what's the matter with a pile."

"We will set it up before we leave the dormitory," Shang Qinghua sneered. "According to your standards, we might as well stop talking in the dormitory, otherwise the saliva will fall on the ground, affecting hygiene."

The rest of the people also recognized Hu Weiming, and the atmosphere was a little frozen.

"The books are ready," Hu Weiming pretended not to hear the second half of Shang Qinghua's sentence, and continued, "The second is the power strip. According to the requirements of the dormitory management department, all safety hazards that can cause fires must be prohibited. If your power strip is If there is a fire, the whole building will suffer, do you understand."

Chen Linhu folded his arms and raised his eyebrows.

The people in 307 who had been with him for a longer time felt flustered when he saw him raise his eyebrows, so Gao Yi hurriedly said, "Can this be considered a safety hazard?"

"Others use power strips," Zhou Zhuangzhuang was unconvinced, "I haven't seen the dormitory turned into ashes."

Hu Weiming choked up for a moment, probably not expecting that other than Chen Linhu would not listen to him, he frowned and said in a serious tone, "That's different, the ones used by others are produced by regular manufacturers, and his ones are not up-to-date, and the quality is not good. "

"Senior, you can't read." Shang Qinghua read out the brand printed on Chen Linhu's power strip with a cool tone, "You don't even know this brand."

"It looks like a counterfeit product at first glance." Hu Weiming resolutely said.

Chen Linhu's angry anger was so intense that he couldn't regain his composure. Hearing Hu Weiming's words, he almost couldn't help laughing.

"Still drawing, ready to enter the competition?" Hu Weiming glanced at Chen Linhu's computer screen and smiled, "I have a good relationship with some of the selected teachers. I have seen other works, so you can practice more."

At this moment, even Zhou Zhuangzhuang, who couldn't wink, realized that Hu Weiming was looking for trouble. Fang Qing and another new member couldn't get in the way. It is always looking in the direction of no one and pretending to hear nothing.

Hu Weiming said a few more words, glanced up and down Chen Linhu's bed, saw a pair of shoes next to him, and recognized at a glance that they were the pair Chen Linhu wore that day at the book cafe, that is, the pair with French fries sprinkled on them.

When we were in the book cafe, Chen Linhu's words "shine my shoes" got into his brain like a cockroach, and Hu Weiming was almost roaring in his heart, but he was still calm on the surface, he just kicked a crooked shoe away , looked at Chen Linhu and said, "Set it all up."

The humiliation that Hu Weiming imagined could be seen on Chen Linhu's face did not appear. Before he could react, the tall boy on the chair sprang up like a beast, grabbed his collar and knocked him against the wall.

Before Fang Qing and another member could stop him, Zhou Zhuangzhuang kicked the dormitory door shut with a bang, shutting Hu Weiming's head against the wall with a crisp sound.Shang Qinghua stretched out his hand to stop the other small member, and sneered at Fang Qing who dared not move.

The only senior with a relatively normal mind in the room was more frightened than Fang Qing and the junior members. He almost jumped up and rushed to Chen Linhu's side to fight: "Huzi, don't be impulsive! Senior, he is like this, don't worry about it!"

Chen Linhu still held onto Hu Weiming's collar with his hand, pushing against his neck, almost lifting him from the ground.

Facing Chen Linhu's eyes at close range, Hu Weiming was startled awake by the cruelty in his eyes, especially when he saw the scar on the corner of Chen Linhu's eyebrow, Hu Weiming began to wonder if there were any controlled knives hidden in the dormitory.

"What are you doing? You didn't listen to me, did you?" Hu Weiming swallowed, pretending to be calm, "You still want to fight? You, do you know the consequences of fighting? Disobedience to discipline and rules and even picking quarrels and provoking troubles. Seriously, you have to be punished!"

Chen Linhu narrowed his eyes and looked down at Hu Weiming: "Before I make a mistake, I can break your two ribs first."

"That's right," Zhou Zhuangzhuang was most annoyed by people pointing fingers at him, the normal process was okay, and he didn't like to see Hu Weiming, "Don't threaten Chen Linhu with this thing..." He paused, probably because he felt that he said it a little bit Putting aside any suspicion, he hastily added, "Follow me!"

The strength of the hand on the neck was a little stronger, and Hu Weiming's face was ugly: "There is trouble in the dormitory, and the roommates will also be affected. It will be troublesome if you write it down. You know, you are not eligible for scholarships. Chen Linhu, right? Are you trying to influence other people in the dormitory because of your personal emotions?"

The first-class senior next to him looked tense. His family background is not very good, so he needs a reward.

Glancing at Chen Linhu, the first-class senior didn't say a word, gritting his teeth and pretending not to take it seriously.

Chen Linhu caught this glance from the corner of his eye, and the anger that rushed to Tianling Gai'er seemed to be poured with cold water, and it was extinguished quite a bit.

Amidst the nihilistic smoke created by the cold water extinguishing the fire, the voice of "If it wasn't for you, Zhuo Wenxing would still be sitting in class right now" in the leaden-covered corner of the high school studio became clear.

He seemed to have returned to that moment again, and fell from the sky-high anger and self-confidence.

"You either let go, I don't care about you, freshman, young, not sensible," Hu Weiming glimpsed a wave of wavering from Chen Linhu's face, and smiled clearly and bitterly, "Or tomorrow, I will ask the counselor What did the staff say?"

There was a knock on the door of the dormitory, and Shen Xin's voice came from outside the door: "Are you ready? Why haven't you finished yet? The third floor is almost finished, so I have to go to the fourth floor."

Several people in the room froze, Chen Linhu's eardrums felt bulging and painful, looking at Hu Weiming, he almost imagined that if he punched down, his nose would be broken.

After a few seconds, it seemed that Chen Linhu had been stagnant for several hours, and he slowly loosened his grip on Hu Weiming's collar with his five fingers.

Hu Weiming pushed Chen Linhu away, straightened his front, and let out a low laugh.

It was the same as the ending that Chen Linhu gave him when he was in the book café, except that the person who surrendered this time lost his face.

"So, you have to follow the rules, and you don't mean to find trouble." Hu Weiming patted Chen Linhu on the shoulder, and added with a half-smile, "Student, arrange your shoes."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang and Monk Qinghua's face was so stinky that even the first graders pursed their lips.

In the face of foreign provocateurs, the bottom line of 307 is unconsciously unified.

Shen Xin didn't get a response outside the door, so he yelled a few more words and was about to come in. Hu Weiming didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he pursued the matter of the book cafe, and rushed to meet him, and just opened the half-width door and said : "Okay, okay, I've made it clear to them, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just that some people have a bad temper and don't cooperate, but I also agreed—"

Fang Qing and the team members followed Hu Weiming, listening to Hu Weiming talking to Shen Xin with his back turned to the people in 307, his voice was high-pitched as if the incident of hitting the back of his head against the wall just now hadn't happened.

Zhou Zhuangzhuang's lungs swelled rapidly as if he was holding his breath, but Chen Linhu didn't say any more, instead he walked towards his kicked shoes.

Seeing that his rival who usually beats himself like a chicken cub doesn't fart at this moment, Zhou Zhuangzhuang feels melancholy and angry. He just scolded "Your uncle" when he saw Chen Linhu bending over to put on his shoes.

The next second, Zhou Zhuangzhuang watched Chen Linhu bounce up like a taut bow, and stomped on Hu Weiming's buttocks with his well-shoeed feet.

A scream erupted in the corridor on the third floor of Apartment No. [-]. Hu Weiming jumped out of the door of the dormitory like a peashooter's ball and hit Shen Xin.

"What's going on?" Shen Xin pushed Hu Weiming away with his arm, "Did you push him?"

Zhou Zhuangzhuang who witnessed the whole process was dumbfounded.

"No, Huzi stepped on my mask and slipped his foot." Shang Qinghua's voice broke in at the right time, pointing to the ground and said, "I just jumped on this senior, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

Chen Linhu looked down, and there was a piece of facial mask that Shang Qinghua just threw out of the trash can at his feet.

"I'm sorry, senior," Senior Gao apologized to Hu Weiming again and again, "He's tall, so he can't see under his feet. Look at what happened."

Except for a few of them, the others happened to be standing with their backs facing each other. They didn't know what was going on, so they could only listen to Shang Qinghua and Gao Yiwai pat their chests to say that they would not slip next time.

Hu Weiming covered his buttocks and looked at 307 in disbelief. None of the words these people uttered were reliable.

Shen Xin's eyes wandered among the freshmen, and fell on Chen Linhu's cold face, then looked at Hu Weiming, and smiled involuntarily.

Before Hu Weiming could say anything else, Shen Xin's voice floated in the tense atmosphere: "Be careful, next time if you don't clean up, you will be deducted points." Turning around, he said to Hu Weiming, "You can bring someone to check on the fourth floor. I have other business."

Hu Weiming's words were cut off, and he was feeling uncomfortable at first, but when he heard Shen Xin say this, his expression changed a lot, he nodded in agreement, and shouted to other members of the department to go to the fourth floor, and when he turned his head, he did not forget to give Chen Linhu another hard look, Only then did he walk towards the stairs as if he was going to search the house.

Chen Linhu didn't receive the provocation and ridicule in his gaze at all, neither did everyone in 307, their eyes all fell on the same place.

On the buttocks of Hu Weiming's white trousers, Chen Linhu's size 45 shoe prints were printed, following his walking posture, twisting and crookedly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

The people in the 307 dormitory stood at the door and watched the large troops go away, then silently closed the dormitory door.

Within a minute, Zhou Zhuangzhuang's earth-shattering laughter burst out from the door.

"Okay, I'll call that idiot back later." Shang Qinghua threw the mask back into the trash can and rolled his eyes. "I'm really convinced. If you stay in the dormitory properly, the dog will bite you."

"It's best not to meet him in the future," Gao Yitai sighed, "I heard that Shen Xin is going to retreat soon. Once he leaves, there is a lack of people in the principal and deputy department. Hu Weiming is competing with another senior sister for the principal and deputy department. If you want to do it, if you are not in a hurry to check the fourth floor, you have to break up with us just now."

Chen Linhu exhaled, but his mood was not relieved by the footprints on Hu Weiming's buttocks, so he dealt with it indiscriminately.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhou Zhuangzhuang said, "Just be more disciplined in the first year of freshman. From now on, everyone will be busy with their own work, and no one will have time to talk to him."

It was rare for him to say such insightful words, Shang Qinghua and Gao Yi applauded again and again to show their approval.

If Zhou Zhuangzhuang had a long tail on his buttocks, it would be up to the top of his head at this moment, and he would comfort the victim Chen Linhu in a dignified way: "It's really hard for you to hold back, although the last kick was a sneak attack, it's a mistake. demeanor, but I personally feel that this kind of cunning trick is really wonderful against yin people."

"Get out of the way." Chen Linhu was so annoyed that he waved away the hand he had patted on his shoulder.

"Still angry," Zhou Zhuangzhuang rarely struggled with Chen Linhu, and was not very angry when his hand was waved away. When Chen Linhu sat on the chair, he rushed over and pressed Chen Linhu's shoulder hard, "I didn't expect you As soon as I heard that I was going to sit down, I stopped, and the organization was very moved, and decided to praise your behavior of sacrificing yourself to protect everyone—although Hu Weiming may have to come to 307 to check the bedroom after discovering the footprints on his buttocks."

Chen Linhu's shoulders sank under his pressure, and Zhou Zhuangzhuang jumped away before he swung his fist.

"I'm most annoyed by people threatening me with consecutive sit-downs, who should I give a big hat to?" Shang Qinghua snorted coldly as he patted skin care products on his face, "Next time if this happens again, don't bear it, let's get a fucking beating first. "

The first grader was a little restless in front of the table, glanced at Chen Linhu, and said: "Today is too much, why don't I go and report to the counselor, you don't have to go, I can just talk. "

"Forget it," Chen Linhu let Zhou Zhuangzhuang disturb him, calmed down his mind, and said in a low voice, "He's picking on me, and I'm sorry for implicating you all."

The other three look at me and I look at you.

Zhou Zhuangzhuang coughed: "God sent idiots to the lower realms to add darkness to the world. I can't blame you. I think this is tempering. It's hard work for you, but for Hu Weiming, sooner or later it's a matter of beating him up." Body skin."

Shang Qinghua smiled: "For you, it's 'Heaven wants to make it die, you must first make it crazy', stinks."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang dropped a bag of chocolate pie and smashed it on Shang Qinghua's head.

"Don't worry," Gao Yi also laughed, "Next time I do this again, I will definitely tell the counselor that I can do small reports."

Chen Linhu's stiff shoulders relaxed slowly, and he grabbed Zhou Zhuangzhuang's chocolate pie and smashed it on his head.

He said "Thank you for today", but the others just waved their hands and didn't let him continue.

The topic of 307 was discussing the footprints on Hu Weiming's buttocks. Zhou Zhuangzhuang was the only one who witnessed the whole process of Chen Linhu's approach from run-up to attack. At this moment, he was trying his best to reconstruct the scene at that time with the spit star.

"Hey, tell me," Zhou Zhuangzhuang leaned on the back of the chair, "Will Hu Weiming not know that there are footprints on his butt until the end of the bed check?"

The bastards in 307 were overjoyed at the thought of Senior Hu traveling around Apartment [-] with Zhang on his butt.

Chen Linhu was chewing on the chocolate pie, the taste was far from the chocolate cake sold by Shuca, he might not like it very much usually, but now he thinks it is not bad unexpectedly.

Thinking of Shuca, Zhang Xun's appearance in a white shirt and employee apron got into Chen Linhu's brain.

In fact, Chen Linhu also thought of Zhang Xun when he kicked Hu Weiming's ass.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Xun liked to shoot people behind his back, because it was really cool.

Chen Linhu took his mobile phone and looked through WeChat. Except for some notifications in the freshman group, he did not receive any new news. There were a lot of new messages in Moments, but Zhang Xun was not among them.

According to Shang Qinghua's speculation, Hu Weiming should have found Chen Linhu's footprints on his white trousers that day.

Only in this way can we explain why Hu Weiming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot during the bed check the next day, and the inspection of 307 was extremely meticulous. Even the shoe dryer with USB interface bought by Zhou Zhuangzhuang was confiscated as a high-power one.

Zhou Zhuangzhuang was so angry that he howled, and the first class Gao comforted him: "It's also good, at least we don't have to smell the smell of your sweaty shoes after heating them."

Lying on the bed that night, Chen Linhu thought of Zhuo Wenxing and the very useless one in the studio, and the scar on his forehead began to feel uncomfortable again. After waking up, he decided to make up for Zhou Datou with a new shoe dryer.

"You can accept me using a shoe dryer," Zhou Zhuangzhuang asked him with a glimmer of hope, "you also think it's tasteless, right?"

Chen Linhu's heavy heart was even heavier, and he frowned and said, "Do you want it? Don't ask anything else, I can't lie."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang angrily rejected the shoe dryer.

I don't know why, Zhou Zhuangzhuang's refusal of the shoe dryer made Chen Linhu feel a little downcast, which was a bit similar to his mood when he first learned that Zhuo Wenxing would not come to school until before the college entrance examination.

This mood lasted until the first rain fell in autumn.

The teaching buildings in the old campus had a damp smell because of their old age. Chen Linhu felt that the sketch paper seemed to be damp, and he couldn't draw smoothly, so he went to the window to look out.

The rain had stopped at this moment, and he could just see the artificial lake in the old campus from the window, and young lovers who were walking around had sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Chen Linhu decided to skip class.

"Why are you going?" Shang Qinghua who was sitting at the door asked.

Chen Linhu slipped out the door without looking back: "Catch toad (frame) toad."

Zhang Xun has always believed that people who are preoccupied with such things as catching toads (frames) are like getting kicked in the head by a donkey during their second development.

Standing by the lake, he seriously recalled when he was kicked in the head by a donkey.

It’s been a while since I met Chen Linhu face to face, not because Chen Linhu took revenge on his ankles, but because he felt that his “foot-sensitive” answer was quite embarrassing. That day I was taken away by others.

"Too idle," Zhang Xun muttered while looking at the lake, "I just ran here."

His eyes swept across the lake pavilion, and then observed the surrounding green belt bushes. He suddenly felt that he was an idiot. He smiled at himself and walked seven or eight meters away. fool sitting on the grass after the rain.

He has jet-black hair on top, and the hair in the back is shaved very short, revealing his fair nape. He lowers his head and fiddles with his phone.

Zhang Xun was unconsciously amused by the figure from behind, and stood with his hands in his pockets for a while, seeing that the other party had no tendency to turn back, so he approached from behind lightly, preparing for a sneak attack.

The hand was less than five centimeters away from the back, but the mobile phone in the pocket rang a WeChat notification.

Chen Linhu turned his head, looked at Zhang Xun's frozen hands, and then at Zhang Xun's face.

"Hi!" Zhang Xun immediately raised his hand, waving his hand in a friendly gesture, "Gude Mao Ning."

He himself knew that he was two hundred and five, but he still forced himself to smile, pretending to be very natural.

Surprise flashed across Chen Linhu's face, and then a shallow but clear smile appeared: "I just sent you a message."

Zhang Xun froze for a moment, took out his phone and took a look.

[Chen Linhu: The rain is over, are you coming to catch toads? ]

There was still no emoticon pack, Zhang Xun found out that he was not the only one who was kicked by the donkey.

"You are really," Zhang Xun smiled, "one muscle."

Chen Linhu asked, "Why are you here?"

"Send coffee," Zhang Xun stuffed his phone into his pocket, remembering that he had looked around the artificial lake just now, and it was hard to say what he was looking for, so he said in a vague tone, "Passing by, take a look, and leave immediately."

Chen Linhu didn't know what's so good about this small artificial lake, but he didn't refute. He just said "Oh", then turned his head back, and said calmly, "Let's go."

With a flat voice, Zhang Xun took two more glances at Chen Linhu.

Although this person usually doesn't talk much, but he can always talk to Zhang Xun. Now he sent a WeChat first, but he couldn't say anything when we met. Zhang Xun felt that he was not in the right mood.

"It's not that urgent." Zhang Xun paused, and was about to sit down next to Chen Linhu. He raised his hand to touch the grass, and it was wet. It’s as if you’ve settled down, what are you thinking about?”

Chen Linhu didn't get up, but put his hands behind his back, stretched his legs and pressed them on the grass, and said without emotion, "I think about the footprints on my butt."

"What?" Zhang Xun squatted halfway on the grass, maintaining a posture of sitting but not sitting, and was stunned, "What?"

"Think about my size 45 shoes," Chen Linhu said in a tone like chanting, "I kicked that idiot in the book cafe before."

Zhang Xun froze for a while. There were almost countless kinds of imagination in his mind, but no matter what kind of imagination, combined with Chen Linhu's immobile face and his way of narration, it could produce an astonishing sense of joy.

Chen Linhu waited for a long time but did not hear Zhang Xun's answer. Just as he was about to turn his head to look, Zhang Xun burst into laughter.

"No, wait a minute," Zhang Xun couldn't breathe with a smile, "How can you say such a thing in a painful tone——"

He laughed so hard that he couldn't squat, leaned forward, and was about to lie down on the lawn with his head full. Chen Linhu stretched out his hand to grab it, and stopped him with one arm and took him back.

Zhang Xun's back was pressed against his chest.

Chen Linhu only felt that he was bumped lightly, hitting his chest through his clothes.

"Oh, thank you," Zhang Xun was still laughing, once he was poked at the laughing point, he couldn't brake, and he didn't care if the ground was wet or not, he sat down on the ground, and didn't even have time to wave Chen Linhu's arm away, " I had to laugh for a while... I thought you were thinking about the kind of life problem that you can't figure out and you just jump into the lake, and then you told me that the size 45 heel imprint on the ass of an idiot!"

He laughed so hard that even Chen Linhu's chest trembled.

Chen Linhu didn't think it was funny, after all, Zhou Zhuangzhuang lost a shoe dryer because of it.

But it may be because of the vibration in his chest, Chen Linhu was also brought out a little nonsensical funny, Hu Wei understood that the clear shoe prints on the trousers twisting from side to side overwhelmed other memories, Chen Linhu cursed, and laughed along with him.

Hearing Chen Linhu's chuckle, Zhang Xun realized that the two of them were too close. The smell of laundry detergent on Chen Linhu's clothes mixed with the smell of dirt and grass to wrap him.

"My stomach hurts from laughing." Zhang Xun straightened up without a trace, pulling a little distance from Chen Linhu, "Tell me, what's going on, why did your footprints go up your butt."

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and was about to put it to his mouth when Chen Linhu stretched out his hand.

"Thanks." Chen Linhu took the cigarette from Zhang Xun's fingers and put it in his mouth.

"You know how to smoke," Zhang Xun said curiously, and took out another cigarette butt, "I haven't seen you smoke before."

Chen Linhu laughed enough, and his tone was much more relaxed: "Yes, only occasionally."

His movements are very skilled, with a cigarette between his lips and teeth, his eyes are half down, and he is very ruffian.

Zhang Xun smiled, pressed the lighter and took it towards him, planning to light his own first and then give the lighter to Chen Linhu.

The person beside him leaned over, lowered his head and approached, reaching for the flame in Zhang Xun's hand with a cigarette butt.

The coolness after the rain was blocked by the gathered heat source.

Chen Linhu just leaned over and hadn't lit it yet, but saw Zhang Xun's hand shaking and the flame went out.

"What?" Chen Linhu asked in confusion.

Zhang Xun let out a "huh" and said, "It's all right."

The lighter was pressed again, and they lit cigarettes on the flame at the same time.

The shaking red reminded Chen Linhu of the twilight that fell into the second-floor room in the evening, and the color rubbed on the skin of Zhang Xun's feet.He couldn't help but look up, and through the flames, he saw Zhang Xun's slightly lowered eyes.

This time the red is in Zhang Xun's eyes.

We are so close, Chen Linhu thought, if Zhang Xun looked at me, he could also see the color in my eyes.

But Zhang Xun didn't look at him until the flames went out.