muddy boy

Chen Linhu was holding Fang Qing's collar like a ragged rag.Fang Qing struggled to break his hand, but it was welded to his collar, and he couldn't move it. Instead, he was sweating profusely, and he didn't know whether it was from anxiety or fear.

"Let go," Fang Qing roared, but his confidence was a little empty, "Who the hell are you, what's your business without talking to you?"

Chen Linhu's face was pale, but there was a layer of dust in his eyes: "You either apologize, or I make you apologize."

The classic choice of one or the other, this is Chen Linhu's process before beating up someone summed up by 307.Thinking about it from this angle, Chen Linhu seems to be a reasonable impulsive bully.

The other people in the dormitory came to their senses, Gao Yi hurried up to persuade them to fight, and after pulling a few times, he found that he couldn't move anyone, so he could only say: "Forget it, forget it, they all belong to the same dormitory."

"Do you have anything else besides yelling? What's wrong with what I said? It's the truth! So what if you don't apologize?" Fang Qing panicked, but the anger was hard to dissipate. The two emotions were intertwined, and only shouting could resolve it. , Even the content is not very important, "The whole grade knows that our dormitory is either a pussy or a gangster, I feel ashamed! What's the matter, you want to fight, don't you? Come, come, fight, I can't kill you today!"

The "sissy" was referring to Shang Qinghua, and the "thug" was of course referring to Chen Linhu. Zhou Zhuangzhuang rightly classified himself as a gangster, and when he heard this, he was furious: "Whoever is talking nonsense to you, call whoever you are, you fart outside!" Don’t dare to put one, go back to the dormitory and compete with us? You’re going to be scared!”

Chen Linhu suddenly said: "You believe what others say? Shang Qinghua is a bitch?"

Living under the same roof, Chen Linhu couldn't understand why Fang Qing was willing to endure misunderstandings from outsiders, and turned his head to spread the pent-up fire in the house.

"Does it matter if I believe it or not?" Fang Qing said, "That's how other people see it, and you are like this in the eyes of others, then you have your own problems. Otherwise, why aren't other people being pussies and gangsters?"

The question that Chen Linhu had been puzzled for many years was suddenly answered.

Some people believe in rumors and gossips, because following the crowd is the safest, most natural, and the most high ground thing to do.

It is not easy to get the answer, Chen Linhu's head hurt "suddenly", he threw Fang Qing to the ground, watching Fang Qing staggered and fell to the ground, what he thought of was that he was clutching his bleeding hand when he was in high school. He squatted his head in the corner of the studio.

"All right, all right," Shang Qinghua calmed down a lot now because someone was hotter than him, and grabbed Chen Linhu, "You'll lose your price if you care about this kind of person."

"What kind of person?" Fang Qing's tailbone hurts enough, but his spirit is aroused by the pain and anger, and he sneered, "At least I'm not a pussy, not a gangster, not a pussy for a pussy—"

With a bang, there was no sound in the dormitory.

Chen Linhu smashed the dustpan next to Fang Qing with one foot, and scraped it hard against the outside of Fang Qing's thighs. Through his trousers, Fang Qing felt that his flesh was like pieces of plastic that had been shattered all over the floor. It hurts like hell.

Different from the stuffy pain in the tailbone, the sharp pain made him wake up immediately, and the fear and shrinking returned to the cage, and Chen Linhu's shadow on the ground seemed to be able to cover his shadow.

"Let me hear you say something about being gay again." Chen Linhu's left and right arms were pulled by the senior monk Qinghua, "I will print my footprints on your pants, on the crotch."

Fang Qing closed his eyes, he obviously didn't exercise vigorously, but he was panting like he had run a thousand and five.

He got up from the ground, pushed away Zhou Zhuangzhuang who wanted to come up to see the situation, slammed the door and walked out of the dormitory.

Before leaving, he said in a low voice: "I am self-righteous."

"Shut your mouth!" Zhou Zhuangzhuang said.

Fang Qing really didn't even chatter in a low voice.

When his footsteps were far away, Shang Qinghua and Gao Yiwai let go of Chen Linhu's hand.

"Look at what happened," Shang Qinghua patted Chen Linhu on the shoulder, "Those who didn't know thought you were scolded. I was planning to beat him up, but I didn't have enough follow-up strength .”

Senior Gao looked at the dustpan and said distressedly: "Oh, I bought it for 19 yuan and it's new!"

Chen Linhu kicked the debris on the ground: "I'll buy new ones in a while."

"I'll buy it," Shang Qinghua announced loudly, "By the way, I'll go to the school supermarket to buy some beer and snacks, and order a fried chicken takeaway. I'll treat you!"

Zhou Zhuangzhuang lifted up the chair that he had knocked down just now: "Have you gotten rich? Are you dying?"

"I'm in a good mood!" Shang Qinghua smiled and bumped Chen Linhu's shoulder.

Chen Linhu was shaken by the bump. Shang Qinghua looked thin, but his strength was not small. Just because of some living habits and hobbies, he was called a sissy by the mouth. After a few rumors, he became gay. Even worse.

"Don't take what people say outside your heart," Chen Linhu said dryly after holding back for a few seconds, "Only idiots take gossip seriously."

Adding up a total of words in his early twenties, Chen Linhu has already put in a lot of effort, and it can be said that he searched his brains to say them.

Shang Qinghua sighed: "It's quite embarrassing, mainly because I didn't expect the people in my dormitory to say the same. I thought that I'm usually a man, even if I'm a bitch, who is in the way? ? It looks like something."

Chen Linhu couldn't answer this question, because he didn't understand either.

"Hey, so what are you?" Zhou Zhuangzhuang sat back on the chair, leaning on the back of the chair and thinking about it, "That's all, gay."

The eyes of the other three people focused on Zhou Zhuangzhuang.

"I don't discriminate, don't look at me like that," Zhou Zhuangzhuang yelled, "We've known each other for so long, we're not trash people, isn't it difficult to accept personality orientation?"

"How do you ask me to answer this? It's not like you're making me feel awkward," Shang Qinghua said helplessly, "But I really am not. I have been with my girlfriend for almost three years. She is not allowed to repeat her studies in a closed school. Mobile phone, we can't get in touch once a month..."

Compared with the fact that the roommate may be gay, the fact that the roommate is not single is a greater blow to Zhou Datou. He screamed: "You traitor!"

Chen Linhu and Gao Yi and the others cleaned up the dustpan debris, and placed the bottles and cans on the sink. One is because Hu Weiming is always picky, and the other is that Fang Qing has to work in the discipline department after all, and his own dormitory is really a hindrance. It really doesn't work.

"He's probably in a bad mood," Gao Yiwai said to Chen Linhu, "Don't compete with him."

Maybe every dormitory has to have a friendly person, because of the dog temper of the rest of the 307, the first class has to take on this role.

Chen Linhu didn't say a word, he threw the plastic fragments into the trash can, walked back to his bed and sat down.

He felt that Gao Yidan was very reluctant to make peace this time. After all, no matter who it is, this kind of behavior of venting anger by slander seems to him to be unscrupulous.

But there is another reason why Chen Linhu didn't say a word, and that was a guilty conscience.

It wasn't because he was guilty of beating Fang Qing, but because he knew that he remembered the mess in high school, so he felt extremely angry about Fang Qing's behavior.

Because people like Fang Qing who gobble their tongues don't know what it feels like to be chewed.

Every time these people collide with each other, it is a big bite of other people's reason.

Even if it is clarified afterwards, the one who first forgets about it is always the one who attacked.It's so strange, it seems that only the victim can't let go, has a shadow in his heart, and has to be persuaded to say "forget it".

Chen Linhu turned on the computer, flipped through the books borrowed from the library on the table, and suppressed all these irritations as much as possible. After all, there was still a paper waiting for him to solve.

Book coffee in the middle of the afternoon, the sun makes people yawn.

Zhang Xun flicked his phone unconsciously, and then swiped to the picture in the photo album.

In the afternoon in the old family courtyard on the mobile phone, two old men playing checkers and a cat squatting next to it, the sun fell through the gaps in the leaves, shining the bald head of one of the old men.

When Zhang Xun was young, Zhang Xun firmly believed that only words can freeze the flowing scenery, people’s hearts and changing world events, and allow readers to have their own feelings. Now that Zhang Xun is getting older, he finds that the methods of recording have never been rigid. For example, Chen Linhu of this painting.

"Isn't this a painting?" Wu Yue leaned over to take a look, "It's so beautiful, it's just that the old man's head looks like an overexposed marinated egg."

Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing for a long time: "Don't believe me, this head is very realistic." He explained to Wu Yue, and turned the phone to let him see, "Drawing by Huzi, I want to participate in the competition, send it to me for a look." I saved it. One of these two old men is his grandfather and the other is a neighbor. Did you see this cat? My family raised it."

Wu Yue took the phone and looked at it carefully for a while: "I don't understand these things, I just think it looks good, and it would be nice if I could win a prize."

"The best prize." Zhang Xun put back his phone and said with a smile, thinking otherwise Chen Linhu's father would have to say something again.

"The relationship between you two is really good," Wu Yue said, "If you don't know, you really think it's two brothers. It's not right, my brother and I still fight, he is about the same age as Chen Linhu, and he can still argue with me over who washes the dishes .”

Zhang Xun felt that at least Chen Linhu would not argue with others about washing dishes. The reason was simple. He felt that he would look naive because of such a trivial matter.

"You can still see it," Zhang Xun said happily, "I'll forget it. His face looks like it was plastered with a trowel. Can you tell who he has a good relationship with? In fact, it's the same if you know him well. , is good for everyone."

Wu Yue put the prepared coffee on the tray: "It depends on the expression, you can tell by the eyes. If you are familiar with each other, you are familiar with each other. Does everyone look the same?"

Zhang Xun didn't ask any further questions, the guests over there were already waiting with their heads stretched out, Wu Yue quickly brought the coffee over.

I didn't ask further, not because I didn't want to know, but because I couldn't ask.

Many times, Zhang Xun feels that his mouth and heart are connected, and he can ask questions when he has a clear conscience. People who don't agree with each other often choose to remain silent.

He wanted to know what kind of eyes Chen Linhu looked at him, but he felt that it was better not to know.clean.

The bell hanging on the door rang, and a guest with his head bowed walked in through the door.

"What to order?" Zhang Xun took back his mobile phone and stood in front of the counter, looked up and was stunned, "It's you."

Fang Qingren walked to the counter, but his eyes were on the side seat, and he looked at Zhang Xun when he heard him talking. His face was not very good, but his tone was the same: "Yes. Coffee, latte. It's hot."

This person, Zhang Xun, had the impression that Chen Linhu was a student in the same dormitory, but he didn't seem to be very talkative, compared with Zhou Zhuangzhuang and the others, he was a bit more serious.

Zhang Xun glanced over and saw that Fang Qing didn't come here specifically for drinking and reading, but rather looking for someone, or the kind that had to be found secretly.

Several students got up from their seats and walked to the counter, and stood beside Fang Qing in a rowdy manner. A boy with dyed blond hair said to Zhang Xun, "Pick up a mango mousse."

"Okay, wait a minute." Zhang Xun greeted Wu Yue, turned his head and smiled, "Drinking latte here? You came here by yourself. Don't you always act in groups in your dormitory? Is Chen Linhu too lazy to go out to sleep? gone."

When Chen Linhu was mentioned, Fang Qing's expression changed, and he mumbled "I don't know".

On the contrary, the boy next to him who was going to pack the cake let out an "hey" and turned his head to look at Fang Qing twice more.

This sound made Zhang Xun also look at him, frowning, thinking that this boy looked a little familiar, but thinking about it, he didn't know a person with dyed golden hair.

A girl carrying a bag who came over behind him was also stunned when she saw Fang Qing, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence? Fang Qing, right? I haven't thanked you for helping to draw the flyer last time."

When Fang Qing saw the girl, a smile appeared on his stiff face, but he glanced behind her: "It's okay, senior, help me. Isn't senior Tong Fei here? I looked at her circle of friends..." He quickly stopped in the middle of speaking "I heard that your club is going to finalize the activity time."

"She has something to attend to a school meeting and has to write a press release." The girl is Tong Fei's roommate, so Zhang Xun has a little impression, "I didn't come. We have already discussed it. During the event, you will also come."

Fang Qing lowered his shoulders in disappointment and nodded.Tong Fei's roommate said hello and left first, and Fang Qing ordered the coffee that he planned to drink here to be a takeaway.

Zhang Xun could tell that Fang Qing was indeed here to find someone, to be precise, to create a chance encounter.

I don't know if the others in Chen Linhu's dormitory saw it or not.

Zhang Xun made the coffee calmly, and put the packed cake on the counter with Wu Yue.

The boy next to him picked up the cake, was about to turn around and leave, then paused again, and said to Fang Qing, "Hey, are you Chen Linhu's roommate?"

Zhang Xun raised his eyelids and his eyes fell on him.

"Yeah." Fang Qing was annoyed when he heard this name. It has been almost a day since he left the dormitory, and the place on the outside of his thigh that was crushed by Chen Linhu still feels a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, he went to the dormitory to change his shoes at that time, otherwise He has as many stamps on his pants as Hu Weiming.

Thinking of Chen Linhu's gangster-like face and burning eyes, Fang Qing subconsciously feared that he would be more strongly annoyed, picked up the coffee and said impatiently, "Let's go."

The boy staggered away and gave way to Fang Qing, but he didn't walk away, smiled and said inexplicably, "Is he still so arrogant?"

Fang Qing was stunned.

Zhang Xun frowned, remembering who this person was.The voice was cold: "Have you been unable to keep your mouth shut?"

Last time I just glanced at it briefly, and I didn't have a deep impression. See you this time, this person dyed his hair for some reason, and Zhang Xun didn't remember it for a while.

Isn't this the idiot Chen Linhu who made a hole in his head?

The boy looked at him in surprise: "Who are you?"

"I'm in business," Zhang Xun looked at him with a half smile, "If you don't buy anything, hurry up and block the light. Also, Chen Linhu has to call me Brother Sheng. Don't let me see him in the store again. You, dentures are quite expensive, you understand?"

The boy's expression was as if he was bumped into by an acquaintance while running bare-bottomed on the street. He was a little embarrassed. Seeing that Zhang Xun had already started to walk outside the counter, he picked up a folding chair next to the counter and rolled up his sleeves to reveal the muscles on his arms. Strong, took two steps back with the cake in his hand, and pushed the door away with a little resentment on his face.

Before leaving, he took a look at Fang Qing.

Fang Qing swallowed back his original words because of Zhang Xun's actions, swallowed three or four times in a row, his throat was still a little dry.

Zhang Xun put down the folding chair in his hand and looked at Fang Qing thoughtfully.

I don’t know why this look makes Fang Qing feel uneasy. Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu are a bit alike. It’s hard to say how he looks like him, but even looking at him makes him feel uncomfortable, but Zhang Xun conceals it well.

"Don't tell Huzi about me," Zhang Xun shook his hands and smiled, "Anyway, the two of them are not in the same way, so it's best not to go together in the future."

Fang Qing casually "hmm" a few times, took the coffee and left.

Zhang Xun's gaze followed Fang Qing out, seeing that he was going in the same direction as the boy just now, and felt a little annoyed.

That direction is both back to school and to the station, so it doesn't matter if they walk on one side.

But Zhang Xun is annoying for no reason. It is his habit to observe words and emotions. To put it a little more mysteriously, it is intuition.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then opened the door and walked out of the book cafe, but Fang Qing and the boy were no longer outside the door.

"Fuck." Zhang Xun cursed.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, walked to the small aisle next to the book cafe and called Chen Linhu while smoking.

To be honest, Zhang Xun didn't know what he was thinking, so he felt that he still had to talk to Chen Linhu, so he was down-to-earth.

The phone was picked up without a few beeps, and Chen Linhu's voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's the matter?"

Most people answered the phone with "Hello", but Chen Linhu said this every time.

"It's okay," Zhang Xun smiled unconsciously when he heard the voice, "Just now, I was watching a legal program, and a college student beat up his dormitory classmates one by one. I just want to condolences to you and see if you are emotionally stable."

Chen Linhu on the other end of the phone dropped the fountain pen on the table with a "click", thinking that Zhang Xun had installed a camera in the dormitory, otherwise he would have finished arguing with Fang Qing in the morning, and Zhang Xun would come for interrogation in the afternoon.

"Stable." Chen Linhu picked up the pen, "I won't let you see me on the law popularization column."

Zhang Xun was very happy, thinking of Fang Qing, he was about to ask him if Chen Linhu and Chen Linhu had a bit of a holiday, otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned Chen Linhu today, Fang Qing's expression was not right.

There were several shouts from the other end of the phone, it was Zhou Zhuangzhuang's voice playing games, and the voice of Gao Yiwai asking Chen Linhu to lend him a book.

"What are you doing? It's like a frying pan." Zhang Xun asked.

"Write a thesis." Chen Linhu said while throwing the book to Gao Yi.

After finishing speaking, he felt that there was nothing to say, so Zhang Xun had to find a topic by himself.

It is said that Chen Linhu is actually a bit self-aware of his lack of language skills, but he is like this, and he can’t say it if he is forced to say it. One thing can be said to you dry and tasteless, even if you want to chat with Zhang Xun. .

And Zhang Xun hadn't called him so casually before.

Chen Linhu felt that this kind of "casualness" was worth continuing, and immediately decided to take the initiative to expand the topic.

"My roommate asked me to borrow reference books for the papers of the elective courses." Chen Linhu said, trying to put the matter in a meaningful way, "Tong Fei gave me the book list, otherwise I really don't know how to write it. .It's only half written now."

When Zhang Xun listened to his work report, he wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

He found that Chen Linhu, who usually talked less and only talked practically, was the first time when he was chatting with people whose names he was not familiar with.

Zhang Xun suddenly couldn't think of how the two of them chatted before.

"Well, okay," Zhang Xun took the cigarette from his mouth and rubbed the space between his brows with his thumb knuckles, "Then you write."

Chen Linhu couldn't figure out why his plan had come to nothing, he was a little discouraged, and was about to hang up the phone when Zhang Xun spoke again.

"By the way, I met your roommate today, Fang Qing," Zhang Xun skipped over what he had done, "and your bastard high school classmate..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Linhu interrupted: "What did he tell you?" After a pause, "What did they tell you?"

The voice was still a little anxious.

Zhang Xun was stunned for a moment, feeling Chen Linhu's emotional ups and downs, and quickly followed suit: "No, the two of them bought something and left without saying anything to me. What do you think they will say?"

"...No," Chen Linhu said after a while, "nothing."

He didn't say anything, and Zhang Xun didn't continue to ask. He just smiled and said, "When will the result of your participating painting be released? Wu Yue praised it a lot after seeing it."

Chen Linhu's tense nerves came down again. Hearing Zhang Xun laugh, he was in the same mood as usual, and his mood improved a lot: "Why are you boasting?"

"Praise your grandpa's bright head." Zhang Xun said, "It's like an overexposed egg."

Chen Linhu's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Then why are you boasting?"

Zhang Xun's heart softened for no reason: "Of course it's boasting to death."

"Oh." Chen Linhu licked his lips, "How is that a compliment?"

Zhang Xun said after a while: "After you finish the game, send me a high-definition picture, and I will be the screen saver of your phone."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xun could feel that Chen Linhu was in a good mood, the child was really easy to coax, and he was happy to say a few words casually.

He took a puff of smoke and stared blankly at the dirty walls of the path.

He guessed that Chen Linhu and Fang Qing must have some conflicts. Boys can fight without a word.

When we first met, Chen Linhu couldn't hold back his anger, otherwise he wouldn't have told him about messing up his college entrance examination the first time he went back to his house to wait for dawn.

It's not that Chen Linhu can't stand being wronged, it's just that he can't bear it when he meets someone he can talk to with confidence.

Zhang Xun knows that Chen Linhu lacks guides and road signs in his life, his father will press down like a weight, and his mother flies around all day long. Old Chen really misses him, but not often. Being by his side caused him to grow into such a dog-tempered savage.

And because of this dog's temper, he also lacks friends and buddies who can empathize with him.

For Chen Linhu, Zhang Xun felt that he should be a strange thing that appeared suddenly.He has a little more experience than him, understands him a little bit, is older so he is more convincing, and has similar youthful experiences that lack some parts.

When young, it is easy for people to trust and even rely on the elders who match their ideal image. This is easy to understand, especially Chen Linhu has been lacking in this kind of contact.

Therefore, Zhang Xun felt that his little help and comfort should be of the same nature and the same arc as the book list given by his senior to Chen Linhu.

This arc can even occur multiple times on different people.When Chen Linhu gets in touch with more people, he will find that there are actually more people who like him in this world than those who hate him, and those who accept him are more than those who reject him. At that time, this kind of arc based on dependence will disappear. fade.

But some people can still establish other connections with him after the arc fades, and some people can't.

Zhang Xun put out the cigarette in the corner, thinking wildly, thinking that he was completely full.

The phone in his hand vibrated again. Zhang Xun thought it was Chen Linhu who called back again, so he answered without looking at it, and said with a smile, "Why did you call back again?"

"What did you call back?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone, "Where are you now, Zhang Xun?"

Zhang Xun was stunned for a long time before he retracted his eyebrows and said in a calm tone, "Zhang Cheng. How did you get my phone number?"

The author has something to say:

Zhang Xun: Hey, annoying.One or two don't let me worry.