muddy boy

Chen Linhu seemed to have suddenly returned to the time when he was preparing for the third year of high school, lying on the bed tossing and turning, but at that time he spent most of his time listening to his own breathing, but tonight he heard mostly his own heartbeat, even old Chen Touli The snoring through the wall failed to suppress the voice coming from the chest.

Later, he himself couldn't tell whether he was asleep or not. It wasn't until old Chen grabbed his collar and shook him awake that Chen Linhu woke up from the sleep that was half memory and half dream.

Blinking his eyes, he realized that the redness on his skin from the flames in the dream was actually the result of the sunlight outside the window hitting his eyelids.

"Where did you go crazy, you didn't come back until midnight." Old Chen shouted loudly.

As soon as Chen Linhu opened his mouth, his throat was dry and smoking: "No, I had a meal with Zhang Xun and Duan Qiao."

"It's late when you come back, and I won't scold you," Old Chen didn't hear what he said, so he said unwillingly, "I came back in the middle of the night like a dog biting me to scare me, and I played all the cards wrong. .”

Chen Linhu didn't sleep well all night, and his headache was so bad that he wanted to kill someone. It took him a while to find a clue from the old Chen's words that confirmed that he ran home from the second floor last night.

It was not a grotesque dream, but something that actually happened in the small bedroom on the second floor.

He even remembered the slight heartbeat vibration that came through the skin when his fingertips were attached to Zhang Xun's neck.

There is also the vibration of the hair tip caused by the ups and downs of breathing.

Chen Linhu got up from the bed and yelled at the old man who came to call him to wash up and have lunch. The grandfather and grandson jumped like two grasshoppers. The little grasshopper jumped into the toilet and closed the door with a bang. .

"Crazy?" Old Chen shouted outside the door, "Slow down, you won't be afraid to pee on your feet!"

Chen Linhu's exasperated voice came from the door: "My shoes fell outside."

The grandpa and grandson were tossing again, and old Chen Tou threw Chen Linhu's slippers in from the door.

When his toe was hit by a slipper, Chen Linhu's thoughts were still stuck in the dim light of the desk lamp last night.

He had never had a similar experience, nor had his heart beat in this rhythm.

What surprised Chen Linhu even more was that, apart from blatantly remembering the light from the desk lamp, he didn't dare to recall other episodes.

He couldn't tell whether it was shock or panic, as if he had picked up a color on the palette and didn't know whether it should be used in the painting, he liked it very much but couldn't make a conclusion, and he was a little at a loss.

This mixed feeling of bewilderment and excitement lasted until Old Chen's mahjong war started again. When Chen Linhu realized it, he was already standing on the second floor, knocking on the anti-theft door a few times.

Like knocking on his own forehead, Chen Linhu was woken up abruptly, and his heart throbbed intermittently following the sound of tapping footsteps coming from inside.

Zhang Xun estimated that he had just woken up not long ago, biting a cigarette and squinting his eyes, he opened the door, and the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose slid down.

"You really stepped on it," Zhang Xun's voice was as hoarse as if a tractor had entered the mud, "I just finished eating."

Chen Linhu's chaotic emotions rose and fell suddenly, looking at Zhang Xun's face with the same expression as usual, he let out an "oh".

"Uncle Chen called someone to play mahjong again, right?" Zhang Xun stepped aside, "I have to catch up with work today, so you can take care of yourself?"

Thinking of this Zhang Xun, my liver hurts, and I vowed never to let alcohol occupy my brain again.

Last night, Chen Linhu threw him on the bed and ran away. Zhang Xun struggled on the bed for three seconds before giving up thinking and going straight to sleep. When he got up today, thinking about the workload he owed, he beat his chest and feet, and sent five text messages to Duan Qiao in succession.

Chen Linhu walked into the door with a sullen face, crossing the threshold as if he was hurdling a hurdle. After hearing Zhang Xun's words, he choked out another syllable: "En."

Zhang Xun, who was walking inside, looked back at him a little surprised, and his eyes slipped around Chen Linhu's face.

The two of them are quite acquainted. Zhang Xun knows that Chen Linhu looks like a stone in a latrine on the surface. In fact, after getting acquainted with him, he is not very particular about what he speaks. jump out.

For no reason, Zhang Xun thought of his memories before the fragment last night, how he came back from sitting in the back seat, and how he touched Chen Linhu's forehead like a psychopath, and vaguely remembered shaking his arms a lot. broken thing.

He couldn't quite remember the expression on Chen Linhu's face, he only remembered the ups and downs in Wu Run's eyes under the light and shadow, but they were all suppressed by the flat expression like cement.

Under the influence of alcohol, Zhang Xun used his hands to pick the only flaw in this seemingly impeccable face. He was dazed and just wanted to know if there was the same inner part under the face as he used to-of course it was indestructible. Chen Linhu's face Like his temper, hard and smelly.

But this is all pretending. In fact, this person's heart is still soft. Zhang Xun knows that, otherwise, he would not have seen Chen Linhu's immobile expression and the ice on the hot stove as he wished. It seemed to melt quickly, creating a cloud of water vapor that made Zhang Xun think he was in a dream.

After waking up, Zhang Xun reflected on it, and didn't realize that he was so scheming, poking at the weakness of a child, just wanting to see him change his face, is this fucking plausible?

It must be outrageous, so Zhang Xun was very embarrassed at the moment, scratching like a cat scratching, and even did a few seconds of mental training before opening the door to Chen Linhu.

At this moment, he felt that his psychological construction was in vain.

Fat Cat wagged its tail and squeezed past him as if leading an inspection, and lay down proudly in front of Chen Linhu, and shamelessly turned its belly to signal Chen Linhu to touch it.

Chen Linhu paused, squatted down and lowered his head to rub the belly of the beast that had been bribed with half a can of food yesterday, and did not look at Zhang Xun stiffly.

Zhang Xun bit his cigarette and didn't say a word, and he didn't blame Chen Linhu for being like this. If someone was too drunk to make such intimate gestures with him, and even talked nonsense, his big-eared posts must have already been posted.

He didn't know whether Chen Linhu was embarrassed or disgusted. Zhang Xun guessed that according to his temper, it was probably more embarrassing. Of course, the two can coexist.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xun felt a little hard to breathe.

"The second-hand book I bought a while ago arrived in the morning, and I put it next to the bookshelf," Zhang Xun said, "You look through it yourself."

The line of Chen Linhu's jaw tightened: "Okay."

Zhang Xun didn't speak any more, went back to the room and sat down in front of the computer to continue typing on the keyboard.

The Fat Cat engine under him was "purring" like an engine, and Chen Linhu's mood came alive again as if he was fully charged.

Zhang Xun didn't know what happened last night. As soon as Chen Linhu was sure of this, his tensed nerves relaxed, he jumped up from the ground, changed his shoes two or three times, ignored the dissatisfied eyes of the fat cat, and walked into the place where many traces of his emotions were compressed last night. s room.

Sure enough, there was an extra stack of books next to the bookshelf, all of which were second-hand books bought by Zhang Xuntao. Chen Linhu dug out the second volume of a manga he wanted to read, and was quite surprised: "Didn't you say you can't buy it?"

"I came across something for sale by chance," Zhang Xun typed with his back turned to him, his voice was still slow, "Don't you want to see it?"

Chen Linhu sat down with his sketchbook in his hand, he couldn't tell what it was like, it seemed that this comic had become particularly good-looking, with no flaws.

When it was almost three o'clock, Ding Yule came running with the paper, greeted the two people who had been silent in the room for a long time, gave the composition to Zhang Xun as usual, and also brought a history weekly exam paper, and sat next to Chen Linhu to watch him draw painting.

Zhang Xun pressed the lighter and looked at the composition, but left his attention to the voice behind him.

I didn't think so before, but today Zhang Xun always feels that Chen Linhu's silence is very deliberate, especially when he talks to Ding Yule, he doesn't say "um" and "oh", which is quite normal.

That means he's not normal when he's talking to me.

The lighter in Zhang Xun's hand clicked, but the cigarette was not lit.When Ding Yule was around, he didn't light cigarettes. Recently, he got along with Chen Linhu for a long time, and the bad habit of smoking was no longer suppressed. Only then did he realize that no matter what, Chen Linhu and Ding Yule were different.

The ashtray still had the ash that Chen Linhu flicked in last night, it was the trace left when he asked him "Will the relationship fade away?"

Chen Linhu treated him like a life mentor, he actually hoped that Chen Linhu could share the loneliness he felt when he was young.

He actually wanted to arouse Chen Linhu's sympathy.

What is resonance, resonance is the prelude to all emotional investment.

Zhang Xun didn't know if he was expecting anything at the time, but after waking up, he only felt that he was ridiculously deformed and unreasonable.

"Brother," Ding Yule didn't know when to stand up, "I didn't do well in the history test this time, and I can't remember the events of the time. Tell me about it."

Zhang Xun came back to his senses and found that he had read the history scroll for a long time, thinking he was reading a composition.

"I just talked about it last time," Zhang Xun smiled subtly, "Did you not review your notes?"

Ding Yule rubbed his nose in embarrassment, leaned closer to Zhang Xun, and said in a low voice: "I borrowed the notes from my deskmate and copied them. She said that my writing was too vague. I will remember it clearly this time."

A child can't hide what's on his mind, let alone the most straightforward affection, Ding Yule blush when he sees him at the same table.

Zhang Xun thought of the card in Chen Linhu's trousers pocket, and thought that Ding Yule still had a crush on him. Chen Linhu's milk tea shop has all the point cards, so he really has to throw them away.

"Then why don't you practice your dog crawling characters." Zhang Xun smiled and patted Ding Yule's dog's head.

Chen Linhu looked away from the sketchbook and stared at Zhang Xun.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chen Linhu always felt that Zhang Xun was treating him differently from Ding Yule.

This feeling is very subtle. Before, Chen Linhu was dissatisfied with Zhang Xun's treatment of him and Ding Yule equally, but now he was treated differently, and he was still uncomfortable.

Especially according to Chen Linhu's sixth sense that has been frequently awakened recently, Zhang Xun has never looked at him seriously except for the moment he entered the door.

Even if it is an illusion, then this illusion is quite uncomfortable.

Chen Linhu waited for a while, Zhang Xun propped his head up and told Ding Yule the knowledge points without looking back at him.

When Ding Yule took the history volume to the small table set up to make corrections, Chen Linhu stood up, stomped on his numb legs, and saw Zhang Xun's ears move.

Zhang Xun obviously heard Chen Linhu's movements, but he didn't turn his head, and didn't even speak up.

Chen Linhu shouted, "Have you finished drinking the water?"

"No." Zhang Xun said with his back to him.

Chen Linhu glanced at Zhang Xun's empty water glass, then at Zhang Xun, and suddenly had an idea in his mind that Zhang Xun seemed to be afraid of him.

The fear of not being different from his classmates after fighting in high school.

Chen Linhu wanted to confirm his judgment very much, and wished he could twist Zhang Xun's shoulders and let him see his face, but he couldn't do it on second thought. After all, Zhang Xun had a lot of problems, and there were many switches on his body, maybe he was pressed again.

After a while, Fuzhi opened his mouth and said softly, "Where's the coffee, brother Xun?"

Zhang Xun turned his head, and there were four big characters written on his face - "Undecided in shock".As if seeing a ghost, he looked Chen Linhu up and down.

Chen Linhu concluded that some switches may still be voice-activated.

To his satisfaction, Zhang Xun's expression was complicated, but there was no "fear" or "alienation". Chen Linhu was proud of his ability to break Zhang Xun's defense line despite his efforts.

"...the kitchen," Zhang Xun said, "it's not your first time here, you don't even know?"

Chen Linhu didn't answer, watching him raise his eyebrows: "Do you want to drink? I'll get you a drink along the way."

Zhang Xun was brought back to reality by the "Brother" just now, he hadn't figured out how to face last night's gaffe normally, but he realized that the boundary was actually very clear, and Chen Linhu started to call his brother honestly.

The sun came out in the west.

There can be no dark, unrevealable emotions under the sun.

"Okay," Zhang Xun felt as if he had been turned over a page of a book. The mental activities on the previous page were all turned over after the sound of "brother", and the protagonist on the next page began to live a bright life again. Smiling, "Go, there are still a few packets of buns in the kitchen, bring them here."

Chen Linhu also cocked his lips, stretched his arms from Zhang Xun's side, grabbed his cup and went to the kitchen, and even brought Ding Yule a bottle of milk that he brought from his home.

Ding Yule was writing historical notes, but he didn't know what he was thinking. He wrote about the destruction of a small country in a war of slaughter, but his face was red in adolescence.

In the small bedroom on the second floor, three people are walking on three forked roads of the same emotion.

I don't know where to go.

Near the end of the period, the first thing to finish is a few elective courses.

At the beginning, the joy of choosing courses in the school system and standing out from the crowd has been exhausted by now, and Chen Linhu has to start preparing his final papers for the two courses.

The work has been handed in, and it is still in the selection stage. After Chen Linhu finished drawing the old Chentou and Uncle Liao's checkers battle, he sent it to Moments. Zhang Xun thought that Chen Linhu had seriously beautified the old Chentou's facial expressions when he was playing checkers. With a losing streak, Zhang Xun felt that Old Chen's expression should be more sinister.

Chen Linhu was amused for a long time when he received the message that he hoped that he would draw old Chen Tou more cunningly.

But there was no time to change the painting, he submitted the work on the last day of the deadline, a few hours earlier than him in the first grade, stretched his waist and asked: "It can be considered that the work is done, hey, Which of you wrote the paper for the elective course on film appreciation?"

Chen Linhu and him looked at each other, Zhou Zhuangzhuang and monk Qinghua were defeated in the class grabbing battle, so they missed other classes.Fang Qing, who has been wandering away from several people, said quietly: "I asked senior sister Tong Fei, she also chose this course in her freshman year, and said that there are a few books that can be referenced and borrowed from the library. Do you want to go?"

The three of them ran to the new campus library with marble floors at the door early the next morning, hoping to get the word count to finish the small papers within a day.

It rained the night before, and when Chen Linhu walked past the watery marble, he thought of Zhang Xun again, wondering where he fell.

In the past two days, his head seemed to be cracked. It didn't affect his study and life, and it didn't even affect his running, exercising and drawing every night. It's just that occasionally something would get in through the crack and prick him, reminding him of the second floor. The lamp light in the bedroom.

Chen Linhu felt that this was no different from getting wind in his head.

But if you think about it carefully, the crack in the head can also be understood as "opening up". The literal meaning seems to be similar, but this opening is very evil.

He figured out a way to capture Zhang Xun's attention without a teacher, that is, shouting "Brother Xun" like everyone else.

He found that this trick had been tried and tested on Zhang Xun time and time again. He felt that it was successful, but he always felt that something was not right.

Chen Linhu thought aimlessly, followed Gao Yiwai and Fang Qing into the library.

Fang Qing didn't know what was going on today, and led the two of them straight to a borrowing room that was half a study room and half a reading room.

"Don't you check the books first?" Gao Yi asked, "In such a big library, there are several floors, can you look for each reading room?"

Fang Qing muttered vaguely: "It seems to be in this second room."

The first class looked at Chen Linhu, and saw that Chen Linhu was running around, so he could only drag him to follow Fang Qing.

As soon as he entered the door of No. [-] Borrowing Room, Fang Qing looked along the row of seats next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There were a few reviewers sitting in the seat, and when he saw one of them, Fang Qing's eyes lit up, and before Chen Linhu followed Gao, he cleared his throat and walked over, lowering his slightly joyful voice: "Senior sister, what are you doing?" Come here to study too?"

Chen Linhu looked in Fang Qing's direction. Tong Fei was silently writing a line of English with a pen. He raised his head to see Fang Qing, and smiled a little. Quite a few, put down the pen, waved his hands slightly, opened his mouth exaggeratedly, and said angrily: "Chen Linhu!"

The smile on Fang Qing's face froze.

Chen Linhu nodded to Tong Fei as a greeting.

"Are you here?" Tong Fei looked at the three of them.

Senior Gao explained with a smile: "No, we write papers for elective courses and look for books that we can refer to."

"Oh, that's right," Tong Fei remembered, "Fang Qing asked me about it before. The teacher of that class is very strict, so I have to write it well."

Fang Qing's face softened a little: "Yes, didn't you come to borrow books early in the morning? I can't remember how many books you told me last time. Why don't you talk about it again."

"I'll write it down for you." Tong Fei had a good temper, tore off a post-it note, and said while writing, "If you don't understand any classes, exams, etc., you can ask me, but after you finish the class, you can ask me." In one semester, I am familiar with the university model."

Now that school has started, Chen Linhu has received a lot of help from several contacts with Tong Fei. I am really grateful to this senior sister and thank you in a low voice.

"You're welcome." Tong Fei smiled and handed the note with the book list to the nearest Fang Qing, "Be careful, take it with you, so you don't have to ask if you lose it."

Fang Qing took the post-it note, pinched it between his fingers without any trace, and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips.

"I saw your entry," Tong Fei looked away quickly, and whispered to Chen Linhu, "I think it's pretty good, but unfortunately I won't participate in the selection this time—of course I won't open the back door for you. "

Chen Linhu smiled slightly.

The library is not a place to talk. After getting the book list, Chen Linhu and Gao Yi still have to go to the lending machine in the lobby to check whether the book is still in the library.

Fang Qing silently fell behind, clutching the post-it note in his hand, staring at the heels of Chen Linhu and Gao Yilv who were walking in front of him, regretting pulling them over together.

Walking out of the borrowing room, a higher-ranking voice came from the front: "You should try to go to the Propaganda Department at that time, this is not a waste of the olive branch thrown by Bole."

"No," Chen Linhu replied absent-mindedly, "I don't want to go."

Fang Qing was still staring at Chen Linhu's heels, wondering why there was no fucking stone, and the pretender stumbled hard.

The books in the library are quite complete, most of them are in the library, and the three borrowed books to go back to the dormitory.

As soon as he opened the door of the dormitory, Chen Linhu's shoulder was pushed, Fang Qing squeezed in from behind him, and gave him a cold look.

Chen Linhu didn't have any feelings for Fang Qing, neither angry nor disgusted, he simply felt that he was not the same as him, and he could feel that Fang Qing didn't like him very much.

As for what Fang Qing thought of him, Chen Linhu didn't care.

When he was in high school, he came to a conclusion that it is inevitable for people to care about other people's thoughts in this world, but the more he cares about that person, the more painful he will be, and the more opportunities he will give others to hurt himself.

Chen Linhu believed in seeing dignity under the fist, as long as he didn't dance on his face, Chen Linhu would turn a blind eye.

"Are you back?" Shang Qinghua was learning how to make up in front of the mirror, "Oh my god, why does this eye shadow paint my face like a big show?"

Zhou Zhuangzhuang answered while playing games: "I always thought you were going to sing a big show."

"Get lost," Shang Qinghua scolded, "You know what!"

He is a cosplayer, and according to me, he knows how to do things in this area, and he went to other cities to catch exhibitions on November.Chen Linhu didn't quite understand the details.

Because of this, Shang Qinghua's understanding of skin care and make-up has already defeated the other roommates who only know that lipstick is red eight hundred times. Even Chen Linhu was forced to be popularized. The blush is not because she looks at you, but because she puts on blush, so don't feel too good about yourself.

Chen Linhu was taken aback by Shang Qinghua's turned face: "You look like you've been beaten."

"Get out!" Shang Qinghua scolded again, "Who is so handsome after being beaten!"

Chen Linhu was overjoyed, and took out his mobile phone to take a commemorative photo for him.

But I heard Fang Qing's voice without emotion: "Chen Linhu, can you keep your things off the sink?"

Several people in the room looked over there, Fang Qing stood where the dormitory people usually wash their faces and brush their teeth, pointing to the bottles and cans on the sink to talk.

"Ah?" Chen Linhu didn't react.

"Don't you think your things are in a mess?" Fang Qing looked at him and said, with a gloomy light in his eyes, "The seniors said before that when you don't arrange the bed checks, the whole dormitory will suffer, and you will be implicated." Those who are inspected by the student union are also slowed down when the department selects civilized dormitories."

Chen Linhu frowned, feeling as if there was an extra big hat on his head.

He walked over to have a look, he didn't have many things, mainly toothpaste, toothbrush, facial cleanser, shampoo and the like.I was in a hurry to go to the library in the morning, and the facial cleanser was put down and I didn't see it.

"No, I said what's going on," Zhou Zhuangzhuang wondered, "There are a few razors and electric toothbrushes in the dormitory next door spread out on the sink, and no one has anything to say. Why do you only catch our dormitory online?"

This matter is actually very subtle, mainly because of Hu Weiming.

However, 307 can be regarded as a practice. There are few people in the first place, and they are not sloppy people, so cleaning is not difficult, and Hu Weiming only needs to go around a few times.

But Chen Linhu had been very concerned about this matter in his heart, so he walked over and arranged his things again without saying a word.

Fang Qing stared at him, and began to regret his impulsiveness again.

But the back view of Chen Linhu arranging things fell into his eyes, and he felt a little comfortable again.

"I was the last one to wash up. I don't see anything illegal," Shang Qinghua was most annoyed by this kind of behavior of putting a big label on him. He pretended not to hear Fang Qing's first few sentences, but the latter became more and more unpleasant to his ears. "On the sink, Zhou Datou and I have the most things. I said to buy a shelf to put it, but you said it was not in compliance with the regulations, and now it's too messy. You must be forced by something."

Gao Yi was caught between several people, unable to speak in a hurry.

Fang Qing was stunned by Shang Qinghua's yin and yang, he couldn't speak, and his face became more and more ugly.

His hand was in his trouser pocket, and the post-it note was pinched out of shape.Chen Linhu looked down on him so defiantly, but he never thought that Shang Qinghua, who was as skinny as a chicken cub, would also look down on him.

An indescribable anger choked in his throat.

"You also know that there are problems with so many of your trivial things?" Fang Qing said coldly, "It's either a skin care mask or a ghost-like thing all day long. Do you know what other dormitories say about you? It spreads all over the grade Yeah, we all know you're a sissy, gay, fag."

After a few seconds of silence in the dormitory, Shang Qinghua stared blankly for a while with one eye that looked swollen from a beating, and jumped up from the stool suddenly.

Just halfway through his take-off, Fang Qing's collar was grabbed.

Chen Linhu held his facial cleanser in one hand, and grabbed Fang Qing's collar with the other, his sharp eyes fixed on Fang Qing's face: "Try to say it again?"

The author has something to say:

There are scars on other people's heads: I am disfigured.

Huzi has a scar on his head: I'm sort of enlightened.