muddy boy

Chen Linhu's idea of ​​"Old Chen is really the most difficult person in his family" was quickly shaken.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Linhu was woken up by the loud "Honghu water, waves, waves" on the radio. After slipping around the room, consciousness gradually came back to life.

I don't know which household upstairs is rushing to work, and their high-heeled shoes are trampling on the concrete stairs of the old family building.

Outside the window, there were birds chirping and children screaming sharply. The howl of "I don't want to take dance class, I don't want to go to the Cultural Palace" was dragged away all the way amidst her mother's scolding, and the trembling aftertaste could still be heard.

The old lady cursed from the direction of Unit [-]: "Who the hell drank too much and vomited under our window sill again? It's wicked, I caught my old lady and told you to lick all the vomit back—"

Chen Linhu was sitting on the bed with a cartoon tiger air-conditioning quilt on his lap, and his head started to hurt.

He struggled to get out of bed, groped into the bathroom with his eyes closed, dizzy and dizzy, and the moment he aimed and fired at the toilet, he completely realized the real feeling that he was far away from home.

It was a city with extremely pungent memories of his first return as an adult.

Chen Linhu yelled old Chen Tou a few times, but his voice was drowned in the huge waves of the radio's "waves beating waves".

When splashing cold water on his face with his hands, Chen Linhu's mind flashed.

When he passed the living room just now, he seemed to see someone.Not quite like old Chen.There's a thief.

This sudden thought made him jump up like a fuze on Chen Linhu, and he pulled open the bathroom door and walked to the living room with his whole body tensed. There are two people sitting on the Eight Immortals table.

The person sitting facing Chen Linhu is the old head Chen, and the person sitting with his back facing Chen Linhu looks familiar.

Chen Linhu took a closer look, oh, the one who keeps his mouth shut.

Look again, oh, there is a game of checkers between the two of them.

Old Chen shook his cattail fan like a folding fan in a TV drama, with a smile on his face, while Zhang Xun, who was facing him, touched his chin, hesitantly jumped forward with a glass bead two steps.

The radio was set aside, still beating the waves.

The two sit in the waves and play checkers.

Chen Linhu rubbed his eyes with his fist, thinking he was sleepwalking.

"Are you awake?" Old Chen's voice was louder than the radio, "Go, get three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks from the kitchen. Teacher Zhang bought all the breakfast."

As soon as this mountain moved, another mountain pretending to be a mountain immediately came to life.

Zhang Xun quickly moved back and left the chess game, with a smile on his face: "Eat well, old man, my task is completed, and I'm going upstairs."

"What upstairs, I haven't finished this plate yet! It's not the first time I'm eating here," Old Chen waved his cattail fan, "Huzi, hurry up, serve the bowls and chopsticks!"

Zhang Xun looked back at Chen Linhu, and Chen Linhu always felt that he could see the meaning of asking for help from this look.

"Where's the food?" Chen Linhu asked.

The hope in Teacher Zhang's eyes dimmed.

He couldn't expect a kid who didn't even have the basic curiosity of "how are you here" to see that he didn't want to play chess and was about to lose again.

"Hey," Zhang Xun looked at Chen Linhu like a fool, "the kitchen."

Er Lengzi just woke up, the water on his face hadn't been wiped off yet, he lifted the skirt of his black vest, revealing his firm and fair waist, casually wiped the drops of water that had slid down his cheeks, nodded, and went over to slap him first. Turn off the radio, let the two return to the land from the waves, and then go to the kitchen to pack the breakfast bought by Zhang Xun into a bowl.

Three servings of bean curd and two packs of water-fried buns were still steaming, burrowing into Chen Linhu's stomach.

Judging by the heat, it hasn't been long since the chessboard between Old Chen Tou and Zhang Xun started.

Chen Linhu put the bean foam in a plastic bag into a porcelain bowl, and took two portions to the Eight Immortals table in the living room. As soon as he arrived, he heard the old head Chen laughing: "Haha, I won again!"

Not only did this set not last long, but it also ended very quickly.

Chen Linhu glanced at Zhang Xun. He really didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who could lose to his master.

"Haha, you won again." Zhang Xun repeated with the same tone, the smile on his face was as if it had been glued and unglued, and he couldn't fall off. "Can we stop playing with this? I'm hungry. Really hungry."

As soon as Chen Linhu put down the bowl, Zhang Xun took the bowl and placed it in front of him like a hungry wolf, blocking the chessboard aside.

"Keeping accounts," Old Chen reminded, "Don't forget!"

After Chen Linhu had put away all the steamed buns, old Chen was still muttering: "Last week you didn't win the landlord fight, you played eight games of checkers this week, and you owe me a total of one yuan and three cents..."

"Sir, do you still need me to keep the accounts?" Zhang Xun said, "Your mind is like a calculator, so I will be responsible for regular payments."

Chen Linhu sat at the table with a blank face, picked up a fried bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

After one bite, the smell of mutton mixed with vermicelli exploded in his mouth. The skin of the dough was already soaked in mutton oil, and the burnt aroma from both sides slid down his mouth into his stomach. Chen Linhu instantly sobered up a lot.

The morning in a small city starts after eating a delicious and greasy breakfast bought in a small roadside shop. It is steaming and messy, and every morning in the courtyard of an old family is so generously muddy.

Chen Linhu ate two fried mutton buns in a row, and drank half a bowl of bean foam. He looked up and found that Old Chen Tou and Zhang Xun hadn't eaten, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"I still have this appetite just after waking up," Old Chen took a breath of the hot bean curd, "Fortunately, I bought a lot."

Zhang Xun chewed the decoction slowly: "Look at this movement, it's nice to be young."

Chen Linhu: "..."

He felt like a tiger jumping around to eat on Tiger Mountain in the zoo. He was very happy at first, but he didn't expect to see a group of people outside, pointing at him, and even hiccupping when he was full. Some people sighed, "I'm really good at it."

With a clear mind, Chen Linhu's thinking began to function normally. He ignored the conversation of these two people, started another one, and asked Zhang Xun, "Why are you here?"

"For Uncle Chen, it's a regular payment." Zhang Xun couldn't eat anymore. It turned out that this person was not without curiosity, but the delay was too great. "For you, it's a door-to-door repayment."

Old Chen explained: "When he loses a certain number of chess games, he will run errands for me to queue up for breakfast. There are too many people in this store, and I am too lazy to queue."

Zhang Xun was smiling, not showing any embarrassment: "I will stay here and lose you two games, so as to speed up the next payment process."

Really calm, Chen Linhu thought subconsciously while eating, he couldn't pick up the conversation, he would just put on a sullen face and pretend he didn't hear it.

If he had Zhang Xun's actions, the number of times Chen Xingye was angry with him would have plummeted.

But he is better than Zhang Xun in one thing, he won't lose to Old Chen in checkers.

Thinking of this, Chen Linhu felt that the breakfast in his mouth tasted like a loser's humiliation.

Double the taste.

"After eating, I'm going to find Lao Liao with a speaker." Old Chen stuffed fried buns into his mouth, "Let him appreciate the beauty of modern technology."

Lao Liao lives in the opposite door and is about the same age as Lao Chentou.

"This thing can record, don't you always say that you can't scold those in the chess and card room?" Zhang Xun made a suggestion, "You will write a script in advance and record it, and then broadcast it when you have a fight. The chess and card room is next to the water dispenser. The place will be yours soon."

Chen Linhu never expected that someone would incite his grandfather to do such a thing in front of his face.

"Either you say it's Teacher Zhang, or you have an idea!" Old Chen was full of praise, and turned to Chen Linhu and said, "Learn from others, Huzi, in the future you will also be a person who will develop on the road of a teacher. You have to learn from others." Teacher Zhang also uses reason and strategy, don't be stubborn all day long, and you will scratch people's faces if you say something that doesn't fit your ears."

Chen Linhu glanced at Zhang Xun, the latter smiled very modestly, his eyes narrowed like a fox, no matter how he looked at it, he seemed a little sanctimonious.

"It's too much of a prize," Zhang Xun said gently, "but the only advantage of me is that I can reason without doing anything, and if I can resolve it peacefully, I won't be unreasonable."

Chen Linhu thought about how he knocked down the pickpocket on the main road, and humiliated the pickpocket inhumanely, and was surprised by Zhang Xun's thick face and his open mouth.

"Don't be discouraged, it's fine for you to be like this," Old Chen quickly comforted his grandson when he saw that his grandson was silent, "You have never suffered from a fight."

Seeing Chen Linhu's strange expression, Zhang Xun immediately chimed in: "You didn't see the heroic attitude of the young landlord who made a righteous move yesterday, and the thief was immediately put on the ground. He is so chic and unparalleled in courage!"

After a while, he said that catching pickpockets was like a decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City.

Old Chen's blood boiled when he heard it. Because of his deafness, Zhang Xun asked Zhang Xun to repeat it several times, and asked Chen Linhu: "Really? Are you really so good?"

Chen Linhu nodded calmly without changing his face: "Yes, indeed."

Zhang Xun choked.

He was talking nonsense, but he didn't expect Chen Linhu to accept it all.

Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun looked at each other and then moved away. In this short meeting of eyes, they respectively felt some subtle resonance from each other.

It’s like meeting a peeled mangosteen and a rooted narcissus in the vegetable area, and at the same time, a sentence emerged in my heart when I was embarrassed-"Do you also put garlic here?"

Compared with Chen Linhu, the other two eat at 0.5 times the speed.

Old Chen is because he eats a lot, Zhang Xun is simply a slow eater, he eats a fried bun in three or four bites, slowly, he is even older than Old Chen.

Chen Linhu, who eats cruelly, is out of place at this dining table, and speeds up his swallowing speed under the loving eyes of the two, wishing to finish eating and leave immediately like a storm.

The vibration of the mobile phone in his trouser pocket made him pause, he took it out to look at it, and made a video call.

"Who is it?" Old Chen asked, stretching out his head to glance at his grandson's mobile phone screen, his brows immediately frowned, "Aren't you bothering this person, it's early in the morning."

Chen Linhu didn't answer, but clicked to answer.

In the next second, the face of Old Chen's son and Chen Linhu's own father, which was as hard as the bottom of a pot, appeared on the phone screen.

"It's okay, I know how to get up early." Chen Xingye's tone seemed to be dissatisfied with everything, "Have you eaten yet? What did you eat?"

Zhang Xun recognized that the voice was the one Chen Linhu called yesterday, and subconsciously glanced at the other party's expression.

Chen Linhu's expression was as usual, and he continued to eat with his eyes half downcast while holding his mobile phone in the other: "Doumo, boiled buns."

"Didn't I tell you to eat nutritious food?" Chen Xingye's voice rose again, "Vegetables, milk and eggs, you won't do it if I don't tell you for a day? You can go to the greasy roadside stall if it's not clean." Swallow in the stomach?"

Chen Linhu's appetite plummeted with Chen Xingye's raised voice.

The fried buns soaked in sheep fat left nothing but a greasy taste in the mouth.

"Alright, Leader Chen," Chen Xingye could distinguish old Chen's voice without showing his face, "Being a high-ranking official in the Pacific Ocean is under your control. You can criticize and correct me after breakfast, and I will do the same next time." Play a video with you, and you can see how I digest it."

Zhang Xun's impeccable smile twisted briefly.

Chen Xingye's expression was a little stiff, and he also raised his voice: "Dad, you don't understand. He needs milk, egg and vitamin supplements every day at home, and he is disobedient after going out for a day. Is he wrong? He doesn't take a good body supplement. How do you go to the postgraduate entrance examination to make up your brain? Go to an ordinary university and it’s over? He has a future like this?”

The scene of cooking rice on Tiger Mountain disappeared.

Chen Linhu put down his chopsticks, stood up with his mobile phone in hand.

Old Chen's half-eaten fried buns had already fallen into the bean foam, and Chen Linhu who stood up blocked his words, so he could only say, "Where are you going? Just sit here and eat!"

"Come back after a few words," Chen Linhu turned his head, and gestured to old Chen Tou and Zhang Xun to keep some buns, "You guys eat."

"Okay, listen to your dad's criticism of education," old Mr. Chen waved his hand, "No one in the world has a future except your dad."

Chen Xingye's face turned green with anger.

Chen Linhu hurried to the small courtyard before Chen Xingye yelled, leaving old Chen Tou and Zhang Xun behind in a hurry as the tiger fell into Pingyang and was chased away by dogs.

Zhang Xun sighed inwardly.

He really didn't want to eat at the table of this kind of child training scene. Within 24 hours, this was the second time he involuntarily heard Chen Linhu's unpleasant father-son conversation.

"It's disgusting." Old Chen picked up the half-fried buns soaked in bean foam in the bowl, and said while eating, "It's okay, it's like this at home. I run on my son, and my son runs on his son. Fortunately, the tiger Be good, be good since you were a child, otherwise the people at the bottom will overthrow the class rule and the hegemony of the Pacific officials sooner or later."

Old Chen touched his bald head, still talking cheerfully.

But Zhang Xun could hear a little helplessness from the old man's words, he smiled, and didn't answer the conversation, just said: "After eating, do you want another plate?"

Old Chen immediately pulled himself together and forgot all about his son and grandson.

When Chen Linhu finished dealing with Chen Xingye and came back, the old head Chen had already finished a bowl of bean foam with great enthusiasm, and happily placed glass beads on the checkers board.

"The chessboard is like a battlefield, Mr. Zhang, you have to learn to be more tactful, or you will still lose." Old Chen said earnestly, with the attitude of someone who has come here, "The way of chess is the same as your character. Look at your character. People are too upright, hey, I have to change."

"Integrity" Zhang Xun was taught: "Indeed, I have to learn from you. Smooth but unsophisticated, witty but not treacherous, confident but not complacent."

Old Chen said modestly: "Look, I'll just say you're too upright, just tell the truth."

Chen Linhu couldn't get into this hypocritical dialogue at all.

Chen Linhu was quite clear about his grandfather's temper. Every time he finished choking with Chen Xingye, although old Chen didn't show his face, he was still angry for ten, twenty, ten minutes.

At this moment, old Chen Tou was really happy, stroking his bald head like a marinated egg to urge Zhang Xun to play chess.The happier he was, the faster he touched his head, and his hairless head gleamed happily like a patina.

Zhang Xun hadn't finished his meal, so he could only hold the chopsticks in his right hand and push the glass beads with his left hand. He continued to flatter his beard, said a few words, lowered his head and took a sip of bean foam, and looked up from time to time to look at Old Chen without a trace. Reaction.

Use three or four times with one mind, and it will have miraculous effects everywhere.

This was the first time Chen Linhu saw old Chen being coaxed like a donkey, and it was also the first time he saw someone who could use the skill of observing words and emotions with great proficiency.

"Aren't you full?" Zhang Xun suddenly glanced at Chen Linhu, and pushed the remaining fried buns in front of Chen Linhu, "It's for you."

Old Chen stared at the chessboard without raising his head: "That's right, eat more, don't talk to your father."

"The old man has a good attitude," Zhang Xun said with sincere admiration on his face, "You can win a game of chess even if you are distracted, but I will probably lose again in this game."

Chen Linhu really admired the fact that he could slap his butt with this talk.

He has been talking late since the day he was born, as if he was doomed that the language system cannot keep up with the configuration of the large army, and his ability to deal with interpersonal relationships is also hovering at the passing line, falling below the average level every now and then.

He doesn't care much about other people's opinions, and he doesn't mind the disputes and misunderstandings caused by it, but occasionally he thinks that people like Zhang Xun should be particularly comfortable in different environments, which is fine.

Chen Linhu admired Zhang Xun's skills from the bottom of his heart, but was puzzled by the way he took care of the chessboard, breakfast and old Chen Tou

Isn't this person tired?And have a smile on your face.

Chen Linhu tried to mobilize his facial muscles, but he felt quite tired.

His gaze was fixed on Zhang Xun's face, as if he wanted to take off Zhang Xun's face to see what the structure was, which made Zhang Xun's skin ache.

Zhang Xun couldn't figure out whether people like Chen Linhu would be embarrassed by a phone call like training a child, but if Chen Linhu had more emotion on his face, he could find a suitable word to cover it up.

Unexpectedly, the kid stared at him as if he was staring at meat as soon as he sat down. Finally, Zhang Xun couldn't hold back and turned his head, showing his kindest smile: "The fried buns will change their taste when they are cold." So hurry up eat yours.

A thoughtful sentence, but after finishing speaking, Chen Linhu raised his eyebrows.

Chen Linhutian developed a face that was not pleasing to anyone, and this raised eyebrow was particularly defiant and completely muddled.

Zhang Xun thought to himself, don't let this kid look down on me?This emoji should be put among the gangsters on the street, just raising an eyebrow will trigger a melee of "what are you worried about" and "what are you looking at".

With this kind of corner that can rub pickpockets on the ground, old Chen can actually tell the nonsense of "being good since childhood". The filter effect brought by blood relationship is really terrible.

Zhang Xun was so annoyed by Chen Linhu's raised eyebrows that he didn't even bother to give him a star from the corner of his eye.

It is a waste of energy to ponder the psychology of puberty kids.

Chen Linhu would never have thought that one of his raised eyebrows could trigger so many mental activities in Zhang Xun. Even if two radiators were installed in the basic configuration of the brain equipment, it would not be able to keep up with Zhang Xun, an adult with a twisted belly. The operation speed of the fried dough stick brain.

He raised his eyebrows because he had a firm idea - Zhang Xun's smiling face was brought out of his mother's womb.

What an advantage, if I want to have this face, the credibility of my words must increase by at least [-]% in my dad's heart.

Chen Linhu finished thinking about this set of theories with a blank face, and stretched out his hand to gather the bowls and chopsticks in front of Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun was looking at the checkers, and suddenly there was an extra hand in front of him, he was startled: "Huh?"

"Wash the dishes." Chen Linhu said, "Let's finish eating."

"It's over, it's over," Zhang Xun watched as he collected all the dishes, "Are you washing the dishes?"

The old man Chen said, "Well, he likes to be clean. Washing the dishes and mopping the floor are trivial things, and he does regular cleaning."

Chen Linhu bit the bullet and pretended not to hear his master's praise. He felt like showing off that his three-year-old grandson could recite "goose goose goose".

"Put on the dishwashing gloves," Old Chen ordered, "Yesterday I told you to take a bath and be careful if you didn't listen, the wounds on your hands were soaked."

Zhang Xun glanced back, only to see a small scrape on the back of Chen Linhu's hand.

Only a thin layer of callus formed due to poor healing in the joint.

The faucet of the sink in the kitchen was as powerful as a strafing shot. Chen Linhu washed the dishes and chopsticks carefully with dish soap, and then changed the rag to clean up the gas stove and operating table that old Chen didn't like to clean up.

In fact, he doesn't like cleaning very much, it's just a habit.

During the few years when Chen Linhu could still attract the attention of his parents, Chen Xingye and Lin Hongyu said that other people's children were clean and had good grades.

Chen Linhu is reluctant to do well in his grades, but he can achieve it simply by putting in physical effort to love cleanliness.

But soon Chen Linhu discovered that he was evolving, and other people's children were also evolving, faster and more comprehensive than him. Little Chen Linhu felt very confused for a while.

Whose child is it? If he goes to beat someone up, can he solve the problem fundamentally?

Later life experiences let Chen Linhu know that it is not advisable to be an outlaw fanatic, so he can only swallow this bad breath with hatred.

Chen Linhu thought while tidying up the kitchen, he really didn't have any strengths except fighting since he was a child.

Let Chen Xingye hit the mark again.

The wound on the hand was rubbed and rotted during the washing process, and the newly formed scab split open, exposing the thin red flesh on the joint, which twitched and ached under the stimulation of the detergent.

Chen Linhu shook his hands twice, and was about to put the wound under the faucet to wash it, when he heard a voice from the kitchen window: "If you wash it for a while, pus will flow out at night."

Zhang Xun stood outside the window, with the cigarette in his mouth twitching as he spoke: "Aren't you in pain, Chen Linhu?"

"It's okay." Chen Linhu replied subconsciously, and then looked back at the room, only to realize that he was the only one left in the house at some point.

"Don't look, you didn't respond when I greeted you when Uncle Chen and I left." Zhang Xun was also quite helpless, if it wasn't for his brave actions on the street yesterday, he would have thought that Chen Linhu really looked down on people, "You Did you wipe your hands yesterday?"

Before Chen Linhu could answer, Zhang Xun stuffed a plastic bag through the gap in the anti-theft fence: "Povidone iodine, disinfect it. There are cotton swabs inside, wipe off the water before using it."

In fact, Old Chen also gave iodophor, but it was more than a year expired, so Chen Linhu was useless.

The medicine Zhang Xun brought was brand new, and the cotton swabs were tightly sealed. Chen Linhu hesitated for a moment, considering that the wound on his hand was really uncomfortable, so he accepted it: "Thank you."

"No," Zhang Xun said slowly, biting his unlit cigarette, "Look, the gratitude of the people will come in handy, and it will be in place in time."

The medicine is to repay the favor, the breakfast is also to repay the favor, and the small eDonkey ride is still to repay the favor.

Even if Zhang Xun helps, he has to find a reason.

Chen Linhu found this character quite interesting, so he couldn't help laughing: "You belong to the crane, right?" He insisted on repaying his favor.

This smile is the most obvious one in Zhang Xun's memory from yesterday to now. Zhang Xun's heart skipped a beat, and at this moment he understood why old Chen Tou had such a strong filter for Chen Linhu.

With a fierce and hard-line face, when he smiled, he showed two canine teeth.

"Even cranes know how to repay their kindness." Zhang Xun looked away from Chen Linhu's face, his brain slowly checked the narrowness in Chen Linhu's tone, and clapped his hands vigorously, "As expected of a college student, I applaud you."

Chen Linhu fell silent, thinking that Zhang Xun was really like an overzealous fan who went to Hushan to cheer for the tiger.

Especially across the anti-theft bar, this sense of substitution is unparalleled.

The author has something to say:

Old Chen, he never soft-spoken when he scolded his son for teasing his grandson, he is at the top of the family.