muddy boy

Zhang Xun's movement of extinguishing the lighter was a little slow and stiff.

He lowered his eyes, Chen Linhu's pale lower lip on the other side of the flame seemed to be scalded with a layer of red, and the dark green, brown and green backgrounds behind him were dimmed.

The bitterness of the tobacco spread in his mouth, Zhang Xun unconsciously licked the flattened cigarette butt with the tip of his tongue, turned off the lighter and looked away, before speaking: "How did your footprints get on his pants, let's talk about it? "

Chen Linhu recovered from his wild thoughts: "Huh? Oh. I think hitting him face to face might cause trouble, so I kicked him from behind."

So Zhang Xun finally learned about the battle between Hu Weiming and 307 from Chen Linhu's lack of talent for speech. When he talked about Shang Qinghua throwing the mask on the ground, Zhang Xun was already laughing like a bastard.

"It really makes Zhou Zhuangzhuang right." Zhang Xun laughed so hard that he was trembling, "Your dormitory has bad feng shui. It's really not easy to get together you guys."

Chen Linhu, the leader of the two poles, was not very happy with this evaluation: "What would you do if it were you?"

"It's me," Zhang Xun said with a smile, biting his cigarette, "I won't be with that idiot from the start."

Chen Linhu remembered that when he was in the book cafe, Zhang Xun had already dealt with the matter. Even if Hu Weiming was an idiot, he would still be an idiot who had been subdued by Zhang Xun. He really would not develop to the point where his ass was in close contact with Chen Linhu's feet.

Zhang Xun is quite proficient in dealing with this kind of thing, and won't invite a bunch of more troublesome follow-ups just because the picture is quick.

Chen Linhu was smoking a cigarette, and felt that his square with four straight sides was quite different from Zhang Xun's circle.

A little unexplainable irritability.

"However, if it were me," Zhang Xun's voice sounded again, "I guess in this life, I will never see someone who wants to beat me up and take my footprints to inspect the beautiful scenery of the entire apartment building."

Chen Linhu turned his head to look at him, Zhang Xun probably imagined the scene again, and couldn't help laughing again: "Really, not everyone has the opportunity to see this kind of scenery."

"It's nothing to look at," Chen Linhu said, but the corners of his mouth turned up a little, "It's crooked, it's an eyesore."

This "crooked and twisted" detail added a lot of interest to Zhang Xun's imagination. Zhang Xun had to take the cigarette from his mouth and hold it in his hand, so as not to laugh and drop it on his pants.

"You're ignoring him, so this hilarious scene is always an eyesore," Zhang Xun drew a crisp line in the air with his hand holding a cigarette, "you see the world in either black or white, the gray area is probably the It can suffocate you to death. Likes are all on the surface, if you hate it, you hate it, if you like it, you like it."

The red end of the cigarette seemed to split the air, drawing a line of fire in Chen Linhu's sight.

Chen Linhu actually felt that he had not reached the level described by Zhang Xun, but he couldn't find evidence to refute it, so he could only ask, "You don't?"

Gray areas exist objectively, and they exist everywhere. If it is handled well and tenable, it does not mean that you like it.

Zhang Xun took a puff of cigarette and smiled vaguely: "I won't say it."

His answer seemed to be as unclear as his voice. Chen Linhu felt that this might be similar to his life rule of "silence is golden", and "not speaking out" was Zhang Xun's rule of life.

"I'll meet that Hu or something next time." Zhang Xun stood up, shaking the grass sticking to his pants, "Pretend he didn't see it, if he doesn't come up to you to make himself uncomfortable, don't... hey my thigh Why is it so cold?"

Chen Linhu swallowed his doubts about "what should he do if he wants to come to me" before he could say it, looked at Zhang Xun's pants, and let out a suffocated laugh after a few seconds.

"Damn." Zhang Xun turned around and took a look.

He was wearing a pair of light-colored trousers today, from the buttocks to the hollows of the legs, the rainwater on the grass had already soaked a large area, and the grass and mud were still sticking to it, so it was too mushy to see.

Chen Linhu looked at Zhang Xun's front and back just like heads and tails, and laughed a lot.

"Get up," Zhang Xun kicked his calf, "you'll feel cold even if you stand up!"

Chen Linhu bit the cigarette on his mouth, stood up and turned around frankly in front of Zhang Xun: "I wear black trousers."

Cool is indeed cool, but the appearance is still in place.

Zhang Xun shook his trouser legs, and was so angry that he wanted to kick Chen Linhu: "I sat on the ground with you because I was so dumbfounded. This time it's fine, and the apron can't cover the back."

"Change it." Chen Linhu remembered that Zhang Xun had to go back to the book cafe, "Go to my dormitory and lend you a pair of pants."

Apartment No. [-] is in the new campus, and it’s still a little far away. Thinking about his current situation, Zhang Xun felt that it was a bit early to laugh at Hu Weiming, but he couldn’t change it, so he could only accept the proposal: “Okay, thanks.”

"There is a school bus stop ahead, take the bus." Chen Linhu took off his coat and threw it to Zhang Xun, "Wear it on your waist, isn't it cool, and it can also block the wind."

Zhang Xun caught the coat that was about to cover his head, and Chen Linhu had already walked out of the grass, and put out his cigarette in the extinguisher box on the trash can.

"Hey," Zhang Xun laughed, "If you want to chase someone in the future, you must use this trick again."

Chen Linhu didn't understand, so he turned his head and gave him a look of "you still can't go".

walk around.

In fact, Zhang Xun didn't care too much about the fact that he had to walk with a muddy butt, but when Chen Linhu's coat was thrown over, he didn't return it, and subconsciously shook it off, and tied the sleeves around his waist.

Chen Linhu's body temperature still remained on the coat, which was wrapped around Zhang Xun's waist.

Zhang Xun followed behind Chen Linhu and put out the cigarette on his cigarette butt.

It is said to be a school bus, but it is actually an electric sightseeing bus, the kind that can be paid for a few dozen dollars in tourist attractions.

It was not the rush hour. When Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun got on the bus, there was no one there. The driver took the money and stepped on the accelerator. The school bus was driving on the tree-lined road in the old school district at a speed similar to that of Zhang Xun's little eDonkey.

The wind after the autumn rain was no longer comfortable, but Zhang Xun still yawned several times.

"Did you rest well?" Chen Linhu asked while sitting beside him.

Zhang Xun crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned against the seat and said lazily, "I stayed up all night."

The tone was too casual, giving Chen Linhu the illusion that "staying up all night is what young people should do".

As for Zhang Xun's job other than book coffee, Chen Linhu has never understood what it is, but at least he still knows that Zhang Xun often stays up late typing on the keyboard.

"What kind of work do you do?" Chen Linhu couldn't help asking, "Except for book cafes."

Zhang Xun didn't mind him asking this: "Writing manuscripts. Commercial manuscripts, soft articles, and scripts for manga adaptations before, and a gunman for a while, as long as you get paid, you can write them all."

Except for the manga script, which Chen Linhu still understands a little bit, he doesn't understand the rest.

"Are you short of money?" Chen Linhu asked, "I see that you stay up late every day, either because of the job you really like, or because you are short of money."

"Does anyone think it's too much money?" Zhang Xun yawned again, closing his eyes and resting his mind, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not, as long as you can earn a can of money for Brother Hu."

Even though he knew that Zhang Xun was referring to the fat cat with unfriendly eyes on the second floor, Chen Linhu still straightened his back as if he had asked for a roll call.

Zhang Xun didn't see it, the wind made him almost fall asleep, and he was so sleepy that he didn't want to open his eyes, so he could only talk to Chen Linhu to refresh himself: "Why do you ask this?"

"It's nothing." After Chen Linhu finished speaking, he was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice, "My dad said that if I don't have enough money in the future, with my major and diploma, he should be able to get me into their unit as a security guard with my hard work. , Look at the gate to make a living."

Zhang Xun felt a little sarcasm from Chen Linhu's flat tone, it wasn't Chen Linhu's sarcasm, it was his father's.

Before Zhang Xun could figure out how to answer, Chen Linhu said again: "I think it's okay, I can stand at the door to see him off when he gets off work, and hang a sign around his neck that says: 'Your son wishes you a smooth journey' .”

"Yes," Zhang Xun said, "Draw a smiling face in the back, the one that shows your teeth."

Before the two of them said anything, the driver of the school bus with his back turned to them laughed first.

Chen Linhu also smiled sullenly. If he really did this, Chen Xingye's lungs might explode with anger.

"What about you?" Zhang Xun moved slightly when he heard Chen Linhu's smile, "Aside from looking at the gate, what do you want to do? Designing or painting? It really doesn't work. I think local hooligans can be counted now." It's a job, and your temperament doesn't mean you can't do it."

The driver in front started to laugh again.

"Let me think about it." Chen Linhu said firmly.

The driver glanced at Chen Linhu's face in the rearview mirror, and his laughter began to become a little dry.

Without opening his eyes, Zhang Xun kicked Chen Linhu's shoe lightly: "Why are you scaring him? He will die three times in one car."

The kick was not strong, but when Chen Linhu saw Zhang Xun's shoes, his palms were itchy.

He clasped both hands and hid his palms.

"I didn't think about what to do," Chen Linhu said in a much lower voice, only he and Zhang Xun could hear clearly, "I couldn't tell the difference between 'demand' and 'want to do' before, but now I can. I found out that I was not ideal."

The time spent in the sea of ​​questions and the studio passed quickly, and Chen Linhu tried his best to catch up with a virtual attainment line. This line was a "healthy and happy little tiger" when he was born, but it became more and more distant later.

In the beginning, it was Lin Hongyu and Chen Xingye who pulled up the thread, but now they were thrown to the ground because they left the table one after another. Instead, they merged with the distance, and they could no longer distinguish the clear standard.All that was left to prove that he had met the standard was his name.

When Chen Linhu finally stopped running, he realized that he had never participated in the standard of this line.

He has never set a goal line by himself, he has no ideals, only a fuzzy future that blends with the distance.

Zhang Xun closed his eyes and did not answer. The wind blew Chen Linhu's calm voice as if stating the facts, and blew people's thoughts into chaos.

"Some people know that they will be engaged in construction in the future when they pee and mud," Zhang Xun's voice sounded. "Some people only care about firewood, rice, oil and salt when they are half buried in the ground."

Chen Linhu leaned on the back of the seat, Zhang Xun's voice was not loud, he subconsciously looked at Zhang Xun's face and listened to him.

"It doesn't matter. Personal ideal goals can be big or small, light or heavy. Because of this, it's normal that you can't figure out where it is for a while. We are all the same," Zhang Xun said. Look for it, maybe you will find it by luck.”

Most of the time, Chen Linhu doesn't really believe in other people's experience, and those behaviors that seem to keep accumulating dust on a new thing make him breathless.

Maybe it's because what Zhang Xun said was too understatement, Chen Linhu thought, and he also showed Zhang Xun's unhurried follow-up, step by step, which makes people feel that there is some fucking reason.

Especially when he said "we are all the same".

Chen Linhu inexplicably got a kind of spiritual relief, "we" is a powerful testimony.

The school bus drove out of the old campus, the sun finally came out after the rain, and the teaching building was bright in the washed sunlight.

Chen Linhu took two photos with his cell phone. This should be the first time since he entered school that he looked at the place he was in seriously, watching the falling light on the teaching building, watching the school bus avoid puddles when turning, and watching the boy lead the girl His hand jumps over a patch of mud on the ground.

Watching the wind mess up Zhang Xun's hair, who seemed to be really asleep with his eyes closed.

Chen Linhu moved the camera in a strange way, and Zhang Xun's face entered his viewfinder frame. The moment he pressed his finger to shoot, Zhang Xun opened his eyes and looked at him in surprise.

"Sneak shot?" Zhang Xun opened his mouth, and the atmosphere became a bit bad, "Is it a sneak shot?"

Chen Linhu plugged his phone calmly: "Take footage."

"That's what the paparazzi said when they got caught." Zhang Xun said sadly, "You've failed at school, and it's only been a while since school started."

Chen Linhu suppressed a smile, and touched his mobile phone with his hand in the pocket of his sweater.

There is a photo of Zhang Xun showing a rare "what the hell is going on" expression on it, which is a bit silly.

Chen Linhu never planned to tell Zhang Xun about this evaluation in his life.

"Are you holding back the water?" Zhang Xun stared at the expression on Chen Linhu's face and asked vigilantly, "Is the photo ugly? Delete it, hurry up."

Chen Linhu was amazed that Zhang Xun's ability to observe words and emotions had reached such a level, it could almost be regarded as superb.He tensed his face and said nothing, pretending not to hear.

Zhang Xun was annoyed by his non-violent and non-cooperative attitude, raised his hand as if to greet his head, and threatened him with the gesture Chen Linhu disliked the most: "Hurry up, or I will do something."

After weighing the two options of photo and rubbing his head, Chen Linhu tilted his head, with a cold expression and a firm tone: "Move."

Zhang Xun paused for a long while with his hand raised in the air, until Chen Linhu thought he was gathering all his strength to slap his brains off, but he didn't let go of that hand.

The school bus stopped at the stop next to the eighth apartment, Chen Linhu raised his head, and received a light bump on the forehead.

"Not big or small." Zhang Xun stepped off the school bus.

Chen Linhu felt Zhang Xun's compromise, and he seemed to make another victory in the confrontation between the two.

But compared with the pride of winning, the touch on the forehead is stronger.

The same goes for bullets piercing the brain.Chen Linhu came up with this idea strangely.

Getting into the apartment was much easier than Zhang Xun thought.

Chen Linhu opened the door with his school card, registered with the dormitory teacher, and filled in the word "brother" in the column of "relationship".

"Actually, no one will notice you if you go straight in." The dormitory teacher saw Zhang Xun and joked, "It looks no different from the students here."

Chen Linhu agrees with this sentence: "He is not much older than me."

"No?" Zhang Xun turned a few turns in his tone.

Chen Linhu ignored him and went straight to 307.

Compared with when the school started, 307 is now packed to the brim, and a few young men also have a lot of odds and ends.

"Hey," Zhang Xun glanced at Shang Qinghua's bed, "It's exquisite enough, there are rows of them."

Apart from books, there are all kinds of skin care products on the grids on Shang Qinghua's desk. It is true that other people in the dormitory have never seen this kind of battle at the beginning of school, but they have gotten used to it after a long time. Zhou Zhuangzhuang still follows Shang Qinghua from time to time. Borrow two masks to save your appearance.

After looking at Shang Qinghua's table and looking at Chen Linhu's again, it's like coming to a no-man's land from a big city, only the computers and hand-painted boards on the table are still a little bit popular.

The painting on the computer screen is already halfway through, and Zhang Xun is familiar with the location on the painting. It is the entrance of the barber shop in the family courtyard, and the old Chen Tou and Uncle Liao’s checkers competition on the painting is played in the afternoon sun. horn.

Zhang Xun took a closer look, and said with a smile: "This will let Uncle Chen know that he is going to paint, and the family court will have to be yelled at."

"I'm already making a fuss," Chen Linhu opened the closet to find suitable pants for Zhang Xun, "Yesterday my dad called me and asked me what level of competition I was participating in, and if I could get extra points."

Just listening to the second half of Zhang Xun makes me suffocate.

It seems that the level is too low, and it is a mistake not to add points.

Don’t worry about the size of the trousers, but you have to find ones that can match Zhang Xun’s clothes so that he can continue working in the book cafe.

Chen Linhu didn't have many clothes, and after searching around, he only found a few pairs of sweatpants and casual pants. Finally, from the bottom layer, he found a pair of casual trousers that Lin Hongyu stuffed into the crippled suitcase.

"Looks like I wore them at the graduation ceremony of my third year of high school," Chen Linhu threw the pants to Zhang Xun, "I haven't worn them since then. Just put the pants you changed here. I hand-washed them when I washed the clothes."

Zhang Xun put the trousers on his body for a gesture, and clicked his tongue. This kid is about the same height as him in the third year of high school. It's really annoying.

"I can't wear anything else." Chen Linhu thought he didn't want to wear it.

"This one is pretty good." Zhang Xun shook his pants, put his hands on his waistband, thought of something else, and glanced at Chen Linhu, "You are busy with your work."

"I'm not busy." Chen Linhu said.

"You are busy," Zhang Xun stared at him, "You are busy turning your head away, I didn't turn back before I changed my pants."

Chen Linhu heard the meaning of his words, and frowned incomprehensibly, but still nodded, turned and walked to the balcony: "Okay, then you can talk to me when I'm free."

Zhang Xun was amused by his ridicule. Chen Linhu is a very amazing person. Even though the world in his eyes is black and white, he still respects other people's habits and quirks to the greatest extent, even if he doesn't understand it at all.

There was rustling of changing clothes behind him. Chen Linhu lay on the balcony window and looked out. Apartment Eight was facing an open space where no new buildings had been built. There was really no scenery to see. It might be because of this, his hearing Completely attracted by the movement behind him.

The sound of the trousers falling on the floor was not very loud, but he heard it, and remembered the ankle he had gripped that afternoon, the traces of his thumbs.

Thoughts spread aimlessly following the rubbing sound of clothes. Zhang Xun, who was changing clothes in front of his bed, held on to the wet trousers that had been taken off the back of the chair, and the sticky fabric peeled off from his skin.

The phone rang, and Chen Linhu was almost awakened. He quickly took out the phone from his pocket, and he didn't even look at the request to connect to the video call.

Lin Hongyu's face appeared on the phone screen, and she shouted happily: "Baby, do you miss me?"

Zhang Xun, who was pulling up his trousers, staggered and bumped into a chair behind him.

"Mom." Chen Linhu turned down the volume helplessly, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay. I just got off the high-speed rail and was waiting for the company's car. Didn't I miss you?" Lin Hongyu brushed her hair, "What are you doing? Why do you sound like a thief when you talk and move?"

Chen Linhu couldn't answer, as if he was a junior high school student who was beaten by his mother when he was thinking about something shameful.

Ms. Lin Hongyu didn't know about her son's embarrassment, and said boldly: "My son is handsome again. How is it? It's been so long since school started, is there any little girl chasing you?"

Even if the volume is turned down, Zhang Xun can still hear the conversation between mother and son in the quiet dormitory.

Zhang Xun was looking at the window while putting on his trousers. Chen Linhu's back wished he could lean half his body out of the window, as if his hair was embarrassing.Zhang Xun could only hold back his laughter with all his strength.

Compared to Chen Xingye, Lin Hongyu's concern for Chen Linhu was more like a wide range of blind shooting.First asked about Chen Linhu's health, then about the dormitory environment, class content, etc., and finally about his health.

"What did you just say?" Lin Hongyu asked, "You don't have a cold, do you?"

"No." Chen Linhu answered this question for the third time during the conversation.

Lin Hongyu nodded, Chen Linhu didn't know if she remembered this time.

"Then how are you getting along with your classmates?" Lin Hongyu asked again, with a slightly nervous expression, "Didn't you have any conflicts with others, didn't you fight? Are you unhappy?"

Chen Linhu paused for a second, then slowly shook his head: "No."

"That's good!" Lin Hongyu's voice became light again, as if a big stone had been removed from her heart, "Then I can rest assured."

A few whistles sounded in the noisy environment at the other end, and Lin Hongyu said to Chen Linhu while walking hurriedly: "Look, Mom is busy again these days, and now I have two or three projects in hand, so I can't leave. I said I was going to see you at your grandfather's house before, but now I can't go, can I go next time? Let me think about it, next month, or during the Chinese New Year, as long as your father is not around."

When Chen Xingye was mentioned, Lin Hongyu's expression was like eating a fly.

Chen Linhu was already used to Lin Hongyu's broken appointments, and she was used to her making new promises again and again, so he nodded indifferently: "I'm fine, you can just take care of yourself. If you have a headache, rest, don't eat too much." Painkillers."

"I know, I know," Lin Hongyu said with a smile, "I'm really sensible, tell me what you want to buy, and I'll treat it as a gift for you at the beginning of school."

Chen Linhu didn't want anything, his gifts were never what he wanted.

"Don't play videos while walking," Chen Linhu finally said, "Goodbye, contact me when you are free."

The video call was hung up, and Lin Hongyu's face disappeared from the phone screen.

This was the first call from Lin Hongyu he had received after arriving in Baoxiang. It seemed that she was really busy recently.

Zhang Xun's voice came from behind: "Chen Linhu, the tone you used when you called your mother should be called Chen Linmao."

"Nonsense." Chen Linhu leaned on the window frame and briefly commented on Zhang Xun's nonsense.

"Really, the tone of your voice has dropped. It's not an exaggeration to say that you are soft-spoken." Zhang Xun laughed at him, "Your pants fit quite well."

Hearing that the person behind him had finished changing his pants, Chen Linhu pulled the screen window back and turned around.

Zhang Xun has already smoked his cigarette again, his shirt sleeves are rolled up, and he is arranging his unsmoothed clothes, while talking to Chen Linhu: "You should tell your mother about how your footprints ran on other people's buttocks. Said, if she listens, she probably won't let you hang up at all right now."

"She's busy with work, so I usually don't tell her such small things." Chen Linhu walked up to Zhang Xun, and threw the dirty pants and his ugly coat into the laundry basket, "so she won't worry too much."

Zhang Xun sighed inwardly.

Old Chen's opinion of his grandson was absolutely right.

It's so cute.

"Let me give you a little suggestion," Zhang Xun said while adjusting his clothes, "next time when you call your parents, put some eye drops in your eyes, and many problems will be solved."

Only children who cry can eat well.

Chen Linhu didn't understand, he looked up and saw the neckline of Zhang Xun's shirt, because the hem was being pulled back and forth, the neckline was a little skewed.Chen Linhu pointed to his neck: "You didn't do it right here."

"Ah?" Zhang Xun was coming up with a bad idea, but didn't react.

"Neckline." The two stood close together, and Chen Linhu directly reached out to straighten Zhang Xun's shirt collar and close it.

Zhang Xun froze in place, he didn't raise his eyes, Chen Linhu's lower lip was very close to him.

Eyedrops, bad idea, good boy, all got stuck in Chen Linhu's throat when he straightened his collar.

First the ankles, then the waist, and now the neck.

Chen Linhu was approaching.

The door of the dormitory was pushed open without warning, and someone came back.

Chen Linhu's hand was slammed away, and Zhang Xun took half a step back like a conditioned reflex, and he could open a little distance.

The action came quickly, Chen Linhu was stunned, and looked at Zhang Xun.

The other party just turned his head away slightly and rubbed his collar with his hand: "Thanks, I'll fix it myself."

Fang Qing walked in the door, unexpectedly there was Zhang Xun besides Chen Linhu in the room, his eyes turned around the two standing very close, and finally stopped on Chen Linhu's frowning face.

"Fang Qing, isn't it?" Zhang Xun spoke with the people from 307 several times in the book cafe, and smiled at Fang Qing, "You talk, I should go too."

Chen Linhu: "I'll see you off."

"Don't," Zhang Xun patted his arm with a smile, "Hurry up and change your pants too, sitting on the grass for a long time, is it dirty?"

After waving to Fang Qing, Zhang Xun walked out without looking back.

Only then did Chen Linhu feel a dull pain on the back of his hand, Zhang Xun really used his strength when he slapped him away.

No matter whether he was bouncing his head or hitting his head with a test paper, Zhang Xun's strength was very light, and he was able to deal with all of Chen Linhu's actions with ease.

But just now it was different.

Chen Linhu noticed a little panic and fear in Zhang Xun's half step back.

"Hey," Fang Qing walked up to Chen Linhu and asked suspiciously, "What did you just say?"

Chen Linhu came back to his senses, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Speak."

Fang Qing was choked half to death, seeing Chen Linhu's gaze changed again and again, sneered, went into the toilet and locked the door behind him.

Chen Linhu ignored him, pulled out his chair and sat down, swiped his phone a little irritably, and landed on the photo album.

After a while, Chen Linhu turned off the phone screen.

But Zhang Xun's hair blown by the wind in that photo is still in his mind.

Zhang Xun walked all the way out of Apartment [-] before letting out a slow breath.

He knew that the slap on Chen Linhu just now was too sudden and unreasonable, but his mind was blank at that moment, and all his actions were disobedient.

Is there anyone who fucking comes up and grabs the collar?Zhang Xun was a little annoyed for no reason.

so rude.

I don't know the severity.

Ding Yule is not worried yet.

Are kids like this now?

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated again and again, Zhang Xun's brain started to work slowly, and he picked up the phone while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Where is it?" Duan Qiao's confident voice sounded, "Old Zhang, have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Xun found a little comfort from Duan Qiao's heartless voice for ten years: "It's only time, eat a fart."

"Eating farts doesn't make you full," Duan Qiao said, "An old classmate of Xiaomeng's barbecue restaurant opened on the weekend, let me ask you to have a meal together. Go or not, improve the food, you will lose weight even if you eat farts gone."

"Get out." Zhang Xun scolded with a smile, but he didn't refuse this opportunity to relax, "Okay, call me when the time comes."

Duan Qiao agreed, and then instructed: "Call for Xiao Engong, anyway, it's close. Xiaomeng said that the store is at the south gate of the Cultural Palace. Thank you for helping me chase my wallet and chase away the hooligans."

Hearing the words "Little Engong", Zhang Xun's nerves jumped again involuntarily.

Chase hooligans.Sometimes when Zhang Xun thought about it seriously, he felt that in front of Chen Linhu, Hu Weiming was really not a top-ranked hooligan.

Zhang Xun answered distractedly with a "huh" and reached into his trouser pocket for the lighter, but when he couldn't find it, he remembered that he was wearing Chen Linhu's trousers.

The lighter fell into Chen Linhu's dormitory, but Zhang Xun's finger touched a slightly hard piece of paper.

I took it out and looked at it. I guess I didn’t take out my pocket when I was washing the clothes. The piece of paper has been through the washing machine and crumpled up. I can barely identify it as the point card of the milk tea shop. The address is not Baoxiang. Zhang Xun It is presumed to be the city where Chen Linhu was before.

Turn it over, and on the back is a line of blurred and delicate handwriting, which is written by a little girl at first glance.

- Is there a chance we can meet again?I still like you.

Zhang Xun looked at the line, and Duan Qiao said "Hello" a few times on the other end of the phone: "Are you dumb?"

"I'm really convinced," Zhang Xun stuffed the card back into his trouser pocket, and said in a low voice, "The combined age of the two of you is not as big as my shoe size, right? How dare you fall in love early!"

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That day, among the school bus drivers, news spread that a student wanted to become a hooligan after graduation (狗头