muddy boy

The fight between Chen Linhu and Hu Weiming in the bathroom of the art building was still known by the school, and the two were taken to the office by the counselor, and the matter was left alone.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the rest of the people in 307 also figured out the outline of the matter after a while, and it was quite embarrassing to be stabbed in the back by someone in the same dormitory.

Perhaps because of Zhang Xun's threats and the stares of the dormitory people, Fang Qing spent the whole exam week with his head buried in his solitude, and he calmed down a lot.

In the first few days, he looked at Chen Linhu with a bit of fear and vigilance, and when he occasionally met each other and walked away in the dormitory, Fang Qing was shocked as if his tail had been stepped on.

Chen Linhu didn't even bother to look at him, one was annoying, and the other was that he was too busy.

In addition to coping with the final exam, Chen Linhu also tried to update the second chapter of the manga posted on Weibo and the forum.

Drawing comics is much more troublesome than in Chen Linhu's Yuxiang. In addition to the plot and storyboard design, he doesn't understand the character's dynamics, expressions, and the use of comic language. The background is not very easy to draw, and it is very laborious.

At any rate, he finished the drawing and posted it on Weibo before the winter vacation. Shang Qinghua couldn't help laughing after reading it, so he quickly synchronized to the school forum.

Chen Linhu posted the second episode on Moments, and casually saved the picture of the first episode from Weibo and posted it together.

Zhang Xun was amused by the chubby cat and the bald bird wearing glasses in the picture for a long time, followed the watermark to touch Chen Linhu's Weibo, and joined the ranks of retweeting and likes.

The winter vacation came after the exam week, and the scars on Chen Linhu's face had already fallen off, leaving behind two marks that were a little redder than his skin tone. With some scar removal medicine, it is estimated that there would be no marks left.

Even so, Old Chen was still half-dead with anger, stopped playing mahjong, and rushed out with the pony as a weapon, cursing as he walked: "These sons of bitches are just jealous of my big grandson's good looks and hands. It's so dark, just greet your face—wait, I have to go to school to discuss with your school leaders!"

The old man was very agile, Chen Linhu almost didn't stop him, let him bump into Zhang Xun who came back from the outside, the two young men pushed him back to the room together, and just cursed all night, using idioms and allegorical expressions, Zhang Xun, who had been a Chinese teacher, was dumbfounded.

"Did your grandfather ever be a small leader?" Zhang Xunna asked Chen Linhu in a sullen tone, "Why do you always scold people in the same way?"

Chen Linhu is sitting on the carpet and drawing, and he has more free time during the winter vacation. Chen Linhu also has time to run to the second floor at night.Zhang Xun didn't have much work because the university was on vacation and book cafes were also on vacation, so he stayed at home all day writing manuscripts and reading books.

Hearing this, Chen Linhu said with a smile: "It seems that I used to be responsible for writing commendations and so on, and also wrote manuscripts for radio stations."

"Cultural people." Zhang Xunyi was funny to Lao Chen's head for one night, and he was a little bit emotional, "Your grandpa really hurts you, and he didn't stop at that time. He really had to go to your school overnight. gone."

Chen Linhu had no objection to this point.Old Chen was really angry. He raised his eyebrows without asking the reason for the fight. Chen Linhu didn't dare to tell him too many details about the reason why he fought with Hu Weiming. Go to school to block Hu Weiming and Fang Qing.

Zhang Xun leaned on the back of his chair to light a cigarette, and squinted at Chen Linhu, who was sitting relaxed on the carpet of his house, with a smile on his lips.

It is estimated that the whole family only mentions Old Chen to have a little smile.

"What are you painting?" Zhang Xun slid the chair back, moved a little closer to Chen Linhu, turned sideways and smoked a cigarette, and said vaguely, "Don't play the rubber crumbs on my carpet. It’s very uncommon for a college student to fall in love, you know.”

Chen Linhu frowned when he heard the second half of the sentence, but he didn't answer, he just sat next to Zhang Xun's lap, and handed over the sketchbook: "Draw the storyboard."

The sketchbook was almost finished, Zhang Xun turned a few pages, the storyboard was messy, but Zhang Xun still recognized the fat cat on it, just about to laugh, when his knees sank, his orange cat jumped up .

The cat didn't know if it had already accepted Chen Linhu's bribe to feed him the canned food during this time, and he was no stranger to him. Now that Chen Linhu was sitting so close to Zhang Xun, it dared to jump on Zhang Xun's lap.

"Good guy, have you been sinking again recently?" Zhang Xun clicked his tongue, held the sketchbook in front of the fat cat, and pointed to the cat on it, "Look, you've really developed into this comic body, Hu You have already drawn your future."

The orange cat flew into a rage, waved away the sketchbook with one paw, and stared at the laughing Chen Linhu.

One cat and one stared at each other, the cat was on Zhang Xun's lap, and Chen Linhu was sitting on the ground at Zhang Xun's feet, the two guys' eyes were barely on the same level, which seemed to be evenly matched.

"Okay," Zhang Xun persuaded the fight solemnly, "Don't worry about the two brothers."

Chen Linhu couldn't help laughing, and ignored Zhang Xun's squeeze, and gently pulled the furry cheeks of the fat cat squatting in the owner's arms with both hands, and his arms pressed down on Zhang Xun's right thigh.

The heating had been turned on in the room earlier, but the heat was not enough. Zhang Xun's bedroom was still open with a small sun, and the two of them were not wearing thick clothes, and they could feel a vague body temperature through the fabric.

Chen Linhu pinched the orange cat's fat face with his hands, but his mind couldn't help but go to the places where he and Zhang Xun came into contact.

The memory of being in the staff lounge last time resurfaced, and he lowered his eyes like a guilty conscience.

Zhang Xun didn't seem to be stupid at all, he couldn't match Chen Linhu's brain waves at all, he took the cigarette from his mouth with ease, and flicked it over Chen Linhu's head into the ashtray on the table.

"Are you hungry?" Zhang Xun's voice came over.

Chen Linhu rubbed the fat cat's ears: "It's okay."

"I'm hungry," Zhang Xun stretched out his hand and rubbed Chen Linhu's head that was on his lap, "Go, go to the kitchen and get the buns I bought earlier."

Chen Linhu's scalp went numb, he glanced at Zhang Xun, stood up, and went to the kitchen to look for buns.

Zhang Xun let out a low breath as the heat source covering half of his body was removed, pressed the cigarette out and scratched his numb and itchy right leg.

After grabbing, he felt incomprehensible to his own reaction, let go of his hand in embarrassment, and half-lyed on the desk to grab his hair.

Just now it was just a child who was eight years younger than him leaning on his lap. Zhang Xunyu, a heterosexual, had a relationship with a woman, cared about his family, had a father who held an unshakable position in his heart, and had a very close relationship with him. good mother.

A healthy child with a strong sense of self-esteem and boundaries is different from myself.

Zhang Xun felt a fine pain like peeling from the roots of his hair, and his spirit found a reasonable direction under this reminder.

"What?" Chen Linhu's voice sounded, "Why?"

Zhang Xun let go of his hand and looked back. Chen Linhu was holding several bags of buns, frowning and looking at him in surprise.

"It's okay," Zhang Xun smiled, "There is a copy that is stuck and can't be written, and I have a headache."

Chen Linhu said "Oh", and put the bun in his hand on the table: "Go for a walk, relax and write before writing. Otherwise, how much hair would you have to pull?"

"I said, can you accumulate some virtue in your mouth?" Zhang Xun put all the ups and downs in his heart behind him, tore open a bag of buns, and said lazily, "Forget it, the cultural palace can only disperse around you." Don't worry, they are all children during the holidays."

Chen Linhu was fooled, and patted Zhang Xun on the shoulder: "Go, I'll take you to a place."

"Where is it?" Zhang Xun was stunned as he chewed the bread, "Are you going to be discharged from the hospital? Now?"

"Now." Chen Linhu smiled when he saw his puffed cheeks, "Not out of the hospital."

For the first time, Zhang Xun knew that it was possible to go up to the roof of the old family building.

Say hello to Xiao Feng and his wife who live on the fourth floor, so as not to disturb them by walking on the roof, Mrs. Xiao Feng stuffed Chen Linhu with a bagful of fried lotus root boxes and fried meatballs.

"It's a bit messy up there." Mr. Feng brought a can of Coke for the two of them, and asked curiously, "No one in the building loves it, so what are you two doing up here?"

Chen Linhu said, "Just play."

"..." Mr. Feng looked at him, "Your father taught you what to say, it's really choking."

The two carried a bag of fried goods and two cans of Coke to the top floor.

"There is a lock on this door," Zhang Xun said, "May I let you in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Linhu pulled the lock off with one hand, and shook it in his hand: "It's fake. There used to be a lot of children in this building, and I was afraid that they would come up to play casually, so I put a lock on it. Later Also, there are a lot of elderly people, and the roof leaks to prevent you from growing vegetables, so they don’t bother to come up, and the lock is always hung.”

He opened the door, and a gust of dry and cold night wind came in from outside the door, blowing both of them in high spirits.

Zhang Xun followed Chen Linhu up to the rooftop. At this time, the night had already fallen, and a ray of setting sun in the distance was pressed down by black and blue, forming a long and narrow stretch of gray-orange.

"Have you been here before?" Zhang Xun looked at the street lamps that were gradually lighting up in the distance, and his mood rose along with the corners of his mouth.

Vegetables could not be grown on the roof, so two or three pots of withered asparagus bamboo, some construction waste, and a few broken boxes were piled up.

"I found it when I was on summer vacation when I was a child." Chen Linhu dragged a small broken sofa that no one wanted from the stairwell, and threw the two old rags that he brought up with him to Zhang Xun. If I dared to go up to the top of the building, I was afraid of being scolded, so I went up by myself and found that I could get in."

Zhang Xun said happily: "You really have been a tiger since you were a child."

The two wiped the sofa and spread the old sheets they brought together so that they could sit on it.

The sofa was not big, and the two of them squeezed tightly when they sat down. As soon as Zhang Xun sat down, Chen Linhu felt that the side of his body that was next to him was unnatural, but he didn't want to move away. He could only covertly open the pocket. Fried goods, pull out two pairs of chopsticks from the inside.

"It's complete enough," Zhang Xun took over and picked up a lotus root box stuffed with meat stuffing and chili peppers. It wasn't long after it was out of the pot, and there was still some oily juice after a bite. "When you were young, you were Don't you just come up with snacks and play while eating?"

Chen Linhu chewed the croquettes and shook his head: "I've come up a few times, but no one plays with me. I'm bored, so I won't come up."

"I mean," Zhang Xun elbowed him, "call me up to make up for your childhood regrets, right?"

Chen Linhu was pushed to the side by his elbow, and raised his hand to hold Zhang Xun's arm: "Let you relax."

The strength on the arm was not weak, Zhang Xun twitched, but he didn't twitch, and simply stopped moving: "Where's Coke?"

Chen Linhu had no choice but to let go, gave Zhang Xun a can of Coke, and opened another bottle to drink himself.

The sky is gradually getting darker, the night is forcing the afterglow to the corner and slowly devouring it, but the city under the black hood is starting to light up.

Neither of them said a word, sitting on the sofa watching the night fall.

"You foolishly play with me," Chen Linhu said in the darkness after the night completely swallowed up the light from the rooftop, "It's okay."

Zhang Xun looked at him sideways, but couldn't see Chen Linhu's expression clearly, so he smiled lazily: "People have to play together to be happy, I am very happy. Thank you."

Chen Linhu turned his head and said in a low voice, "Me too."

what?Also happy.

Zhang Xun's heart softened a little. The dry and cold night wind in winter made his cheeks slightly cool, but his insides slowly warmed up.

A bag of lotus root boxes and meatballs was easily divided by the two young men, and the garbage on the roof was cleaned up. According to the weather forecast, it would not rain in the next few days, so the sofa didn't bother to drag it back, and put it here for the time being.

"What are the wooden boxes over there for?" Zhang Xun was curious about the roof and asked after turning around.

Chen Linhu looked at it and said, "It's empty. Someone is doing renovations in this building, and the unused scrap snakeskin bags and boxes are piled up first. If you have enough, let's see if we can sell them together."

In the old family building, the waterproof measures on the roof are relatively simple, and the vegetables and flowers are not allowed to be grown, so they can only be used to pile up sundries.

"Bring a tablecloth or something later," Zhang Xun quietly possessed the childlike innocence that had been lost for many years, and stepped on the wooden box to test his endurance. "Put the boxes together, and the table will be there?"

Chen Linhu stood by and turned around: "You are quite good at using resources."

"The wisdom of the working people, what do you children know?" Zhang Xun stood tall and felt the feeling of looking down on Chen Linhu. He suddenly felt enlightened and regained his confidence. "When I was young, I was in the countryside... grass!"

The wooden boxes had been piled on the roof for an unknown number of years, and they had long since rotted away from the wind, sun, and rain. Zhang Xun stomped on them and fell sideways.

Before Chen Linhu had time to ask what was going on, his body took the lead, and he opened his arms to catch Zhang Xun. The two of them fell to the ground together, and Chen Linhu hit Zhang Xun's elbow firmly on the stomach.

"Damn." Chen Linhu gasped.

"Where did you fall?" Zhang Xun came back to his senses, kicked away the split wooden box at his feet, quickly got up from Chen Linhu, and said anxiously, "I'm sorry, but I gave you a kick, right? Where did you hit it?" ?”

"Stomach." Chen Linhu lay on the ground, "Your elbows should be inlaid with diamonds, it's so hard."

Zhang Xun didn't care about his sloppy mouth, seeing that Chen Linhu couldn't sit up, he thought he really had a problem with his elbow, so he hurriedly touched Chen Linhu's abdomen with his hands through his clothes nervously: "Here? Damn, stomach? Did you fall on your back, is the back of your head okay? I’m really convinced, there’s not even a light on the top, and I can’t tell if I’m sweating or bleeding.”

He pressed lightly on Chen Linhu's abdomen with one hand, and touched the back of Chen Linhu's head with the other hand.

Chen Linhu's brow was sweating from fright. He didn't fall hard just now, his clothes were thick, and his back didn't hurt very much. He was about to sit up at first, but when Zhang Xun's hand brushed his ears to touch his head, Chen Linhu fell again. not moving.

Probably he was really bluffed, Zhang Xun's usual slow tone was gone, his voice was raised a degree, and his tone was anxious like Chen Linhu fell into a fool.

After his eyes adapted to the darkness, Zhang Xun's expression could be seen clearly.

Chen Linhu was lying on the ground, looking at Zhang Xun frowning, his always smiling eyes were anxious at the moment.

"You're dumb, you," Zhang Xun didn't know what he was doing to Chen Linhu through his clothes, "Can you sit up? Let's talk downstairs."

"No." Chen Linhu said vaguely, as if he had been deceived by lard, "My stomach hurts when I move."

Zhang Xun was almost able to punch Chen Linhu a bloody hole with his elbow like a bullet.

Not caring too much, Zhang Xun lifted Chen Linhu's clothes, looked for bloody holes by the light of the moonlight and street lamps, and pressed his palms lightly on his skin, for fear of touching a depression.

"Where does it hurt exactly?" Zhang Xun's brow was sweating, "Damn, I can hug you, right? I'll carry you downstairs first?"

Chen Linhu didn't say a word, he just felt the cold wind quickly enveloping his waist and lower abdomen, and the temperature of Zhang Xun's palm was also very clear, as he groped his lower (mouth) abdomen inch by inch.

The electric current ran through his whole body from bottom to top, and hit Chen Linhu's celestial cap. He stared at Zhang Xun without saying a word.

Before waiting for an answer, Zhang Xun looked up at Chen Linhu worriedly, but met his gaze.

Even in the darkness, Chen Linhu's eyes still seemed to have a blade-like light.The meaning of the light is unclear, like a burning fire, mixed with encroachment, dominance, and a little indulgence and frankness.

Like a beast staring at its prey.

Zhang Xun's hands on Chen Linhu's skin trembled, and he suddenly realized what he was doing.

There is no blemish on the flat and firm abdomen. Zhang Xun can still feel the whiteness and smooth and powerful lines of Chen Linhu's body even if he doesn't look at it with large lights.

Zhang Xun closed his eyes indiscriminately, withdrew his palms as if they were burning, cursed and immediately pulled Chen Linhu's clothes back.

"I thought you had your stomach crushed," Zhang Xun yelled in a high-pitched voice, "Did you break your language system? Your stomach is fine, get up quickly."

Chen Linhu still stared at Zhang Xun, and Buyu let go of the expression on his face: "I didn't say there's nothing wrong."

"It's nothing, what a fart," Zhang Xun frowned, "It's like killing a pig for crying out for pain."

"Didn't shout, you're in a hurry." Chen Linhu looked at him denying it, paused, and then said in a low voice, "Why are you anxious? Why are you nervous?"

Chen Linhu sat up slowly, and pulled up his clothes again in front of Zhang Xun, proving that he was fine.

His hand was still gliding slowly over the place he touched just now.

Zhang Xun's heart was burning like boiling water, so he stood up without looking at him, touched the cigarette from his pocket to light it, and cursed vaguely: "I'm afraid that your bear will drop parts and your stomach will be squeezed out. okay?"

The expression on his face still didn't change much, after the agitation and tension just faded away, he seemed to put on a calm and relaxed appearance again.

Chen Linhu sat on the ground without moving. The electric current in his body seemed to be jumping up and down, touching every nerve in his body with a touch he had never felt before.

He found that he really liked the way Zhang Xun was nervous about him just now, and he didn't even regret that he pretended to be weak like a bully just now.

But other than that, the current seems to represent more than that.

The atmosphere on the roof fell into an eerie silence. Zhang Xun was in a panic, coughed and was about to find something else, when he heard old Chen's shouting like a frying pan in the corridor.

"Huzi! Chen Linhu!" Old Chen turned on all the voice-activated lights in a building, "Come back, why isn't my radio going off?!"

Only then did the two people on the roof find a space to breathe. Zhang Xun pulled Chen Linhu up from the ground, and the two picked up the broken wooden boxes casually, and walked out of the roof carrying empty cans, bottles and plastic bags.

The atmosphere was subtly awkward. Zhang Xun, who was usually looking for topics, didn't say a word at the moment, and it seemed that the two of them were very silent.

"Are you going home for the New Year?" Chen Linhu coughed in the corridor and turned on the lights.

Zhang Xun hung back the lock he had used for pretending, and glanced at him when he heard this: "What's the matter?"

"My grandfather said you didn't come back last year," Chen Linhu said as he walked down, "He said that if you don't come home this year, you can come to my house for dinner during the Chinese New Year."

Zhang Xun watched Chen Linhu swaying down the stairs, the nervousness and apprehension in his heart just disappeared, and he sighed with a smile: "Okay, if I don't have food, I'll go to your house for a meal."

After receiving this answer, Chen Linhu's heart skipped a beat, and he said "oh", "Then I'll go back first, and my grandfather will have to turn on the voice-activated lights in the next building in a while."

Hearing Zhang Xun's answer with a smile, he jumped several floors and rushed back to the first floor.

Old Chen Tou was standing at the door with his head stretched out to watch. He was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and he slapped Chen Linhu's shoulders twice: "You're not afraid of falling and eating shit! You're blushing when you run away!"

"Where is the radio broken?" Chen Linhu asked, rubbing his face.

"Why didn't there be any movement when I put on the earphones? Take a look." Old Chen said, paused, and glanced at Chen Linhu, "Your dad called just now, and he probably will arrive early tomorrow morning."

If it were normal, this news alone would be enough to upset Chen Linhu for a long time.But this time, he was upset by someone else.

Chen Linhu ignored him, and with great effort, he connected the old Chen head to the radio and replaced the broken earphone with a new one, then went into his room, closed the door, and flung himself on the bed.

His body sank into the quilt, but Chen Linhu's hand stretched in along the hem of his clothes, and pressed to the position touched by Zhang Xun just now.

The current seemed to have an extremely long aftertaste. Chen Linhu's brain was scorched, and it was black and mushy like a short circuit. He only felt his face was hot, and his body temperature also increased.

He arched his waist, buried his face in the quilt, and cursed in a low voice.

It's fucking evil.

When Zhang Xun woke up the next day, looking at the ceiling, his first thought was to scold his mother.

When he came down from the roof yesterday, he took a shower and went to bed.He didn't know whether it was a ghost touching his head or the wind made him restless. He had a dream that he couldn't explain in detail all night like when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

The chaotic breathing, scorching temperature and touch in the dream tormented Zhang Xun's nerves, and occupied his mind even when he woke up.

Zhang Xun pulled back the quilt and glanced at his good brother, frowned and cursed.

He ignored the fat cat that he had already started to rub, and went straight into the toilet and closed the door.

Solved the matter early in the morning, but still had a dream all night in my mind.The face of the other person in the dream is not very stupid now, but Zhang Xun vaguely guessed it.

After guessing it, he became stupid, the touch from his right hand on the rooftop yesterday.

Yesterday's touch and waking dream overlapped, almost burning all his sanity.

The moment his mind went blank, the other person's face turned pale.

Zhang Xun leaned against the cold wall of the bathroom, his rapid breathing was heard by his ears, his relaxed body was still trembling slightly, he closed his eyes, and couldn't help but see the embarrassing self.

Shameful, hateful, Zhang Xunyu, and a little ridiculous.

It won't work anymore.

Then he can only hate himself even more.

After a while, he came out of the bathroom after washing up, and added food to Brother Hu's rice bowl. He looked at his watch and found that it was already noon. No wonder the hungry cat called "meow meow meow".

Zhang Xun's stomach ached slowly, he ignored it punitively, lit a cigarette and went to the balcony to smoke.

Only after opening the door did he hear laughter and voices coming from the first floor. He leaned on the balcony railing and looked down.

The person who appeared in the dream was standing in the yard right now.

Chen Linhu is carrying Chen Tong on his back, this kid is still close to him, lying on his back, he insists on reaching for the branches of the pomegranate tree next door that grows over the wall. His face arched on the back of his neck.

When he looked up, he saw Zhang Xun standing on the second floor. The other person's expression was not clear, hidden behind the lingering incense smoke, he didn't know how long he stood there for a long time. When he saw Chen Linhu looked up, he smiled and said, "Who is this?" My child, young landlord?"

His voice was a little hoarse, I don't know if it was because of smoking or something else, and it was a little lazy after relaxing.

"My brother, come and play with my dad during the Chinese New Year." Chen Linhu said, and turned to Chen Tong and said, "I'm drooling all over my neck. When Dad wakes up, ask him to carry you."

Chen Tong strangled Chen Linhu's neck with a smile, shook his short legs, and greeted Zhang Xun: "Brother." Then he put his face on Chen Linhu's head and rubbed, "Brother~"

The child is so old, but his tone of voice can already distinguish the closeness and distance, and the "brother" that calls Chen Linhu is full of intimacy.

Zhang Xun also smiled and waved at him, teasing him to talk, but his eyes looked at Chen Linhu who had not lost his temper after being pulled by his half-blood brother, thinking stupidly, this is the real brother.

It's not the same as calling "Brother" or not, it's not that you can really draw the line clearly.

Zhang Xun's heart is stupid, he really is a younger brother, and he doesn't need to call him brother all the time to remind himself.

His heart was engulfed by guilty conscience and coldness, he took two steps back and didn't stop until he couldn't see Chen Linhu's face.

The author has something to say:

Chen Xingye is here!But Chen Xingye will leave soon!

At least I have to feed everyone some sugar first (狗头