muddy boy

Leaving iodophor and medicine behind, Zhang Xun stepped onto the trolley, said "Go to work", and disappeared under the window sill of Chen Linhu's house at lightning speed, his back seemed to carry his own "I don't understand" emotion.

Chen Linhu was startled by the speed of his retreat, touched his face, and felt that he would not be able to persuade people to leave with a smile.

He touched the scar at the end of the eyebrow with his hand, and a raised blemish was obvious.

He used to look a bit fierce before, but after he had such a line on his face in the third year of high school, he changed from fierce to ferocious.So much so that his three-year-old brother Chen Tong, who hadn't seen him for a while and then saw him again, took a look at his freshly scarred wound and cried loudly.

Chen Xingye was also quite helpless, while comforting his younger son, he also told his elder son to remember to apply some beauty products for removing scars. If the facial mask is useful, he can buy two boxes of Tingding first.

Fortunately, Chen Tong later accepted the fact that his brother was disfigured, and his wailing turned into soft sobbing, whimpering and saying, "My brother hurts."

Chen Linhu's idea of ​​"I'll teach him to be a man with my fists when this kid turns eighteen" was shattered.

Before Chen Linhu could answer, Chen Xingye had already explained to the younger son on behalf of the eldest son: "My brother doesn't hurt, don't cry, your brother is not as delicate as you, ah, is he?"

Chen Tong was small but could understand good words, shyly embraced Chen Xingye's arm.

The pain-free Chen Linhu returned home with his schoolbag and took several selfies with his mobile phone. He accidentally discovered that he had the potential of a young and Dangerous boy, so he went to the street the next day and bought a leopard-print shirt and walked around in front of Chen Xingye. , and hit his father's feet on the buttocks again.

Zhang Xun will never be the same as Chen Tong, his shock resistance is still at the age of three.

Chen Linhu thought of Zhang Xun's small battery that looked like a scum, and thought to himself that the car really looked like a person, and it was exactly the same as the movement of Zhang Xun rushing over to knock down the pickpocket on the street yesterday.

He poured out a small amount of povidone iodine and rubbed it on the wound with a cotton swab. It was his left hand that was injured, which did not affect his ability to hold a pen and draw, but he had to be careful not to rub the powder everywhere.

The old air conditioner hummed hard to prove that he was really working hard, but unfortunately the temperature in the room didn't drop much, Chen Linhu's palms were sweating a little, and the pen on the hand-painted tablet slipped a little.

Old Chen is old and doesn't need air conditioners and network cables very much. As a result, an old machine that has been in service for nearly ten years has a sense of presence on top of Chen Linhu who has no network, and his impatience is getting bigger and bigger. It was changed again, and the composition was changed three or four times without finalizing it.

When Chen Linhu was about to go out and buy some cold drinks to calm down, the old head Chen kicked open the door with a "bang", and his voice was amplified by the corridor amplified for two miles: "Sun thief, come quickly!"

Although the sound sounded like a curse, Chen Linhu immediately dropped the pen and rushed over with the speed of his grandson.

"Yeah, it's pretty quick." Old Chen was also taken aback, walking towards the door with a heavy box in his hands, "Hurry up, give me a hand."

Chen Linhu quickly took it over, and his arms were so heavy that his arms fell down: "Pick up something again and call me to go with you. If your waist flashes, my dad will have to break my waist."

"You can think of me a little bit, and you can also think of your father a little bit, he doesn't have the ability to break your bones," the old Chen said loudly, "It's not too heavy, I brought it back by myself, that's the salesman Talking is like a mosquito humming, it takes a lot of effort."

Your ears are too tired.

Chen Linhu didn't say this, but looked down, and what old Chen bought back was a carton of milk.

"When did you switch to drinking milk?" Chen Linhu moved the box into the house, "Don't you think milk has a fishy smell, so you only drink soy milk?"

"Here's something to drink," Old Chen closed the door behind him, "I thought about it just now, and felt that although your father's views and words are not authentic, the main idea can still be adopted—you grow up, don't you? It’s okay to make up, but it can’t be like a 1.8-meter-five wheat straw, it really makes your father break your bones.”

Old Chen's tone emphatically emphasized that he did not unite with Chen Xingye, but simply watered and fertilized Chen Linhu's thriving growth.

After finishing speaking, I went to the refrigerator to see if there were enough eggs, and I was going to ask my aunt who came to cook at noon to make some nutritionally balanced meals.

Old Chen Tou was majestic and his voice was like a bell: "If the doll I raised under Chen Mingli's hands is not as strong as the one under his Chen Xingye's, I'll wring his head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

Chen Linhu really wanted to say that he was already an adult, all aspects of indicators had been more or less finalized, and there was little room left for old Chen to play.

But he didn't say that.

This kind of emotion that can make the old man who only drinks soy milk accept milk is very pure, and there is no follow-up.I simply hope that Chen Linhu can be stronger—although he is already capable of fighting—and he doesn’t need to exchange his strong body for something worth boasting about.

In the eyes of Old Chief Chen, Chen Linhu himself was already something to boast about.

Chen Linhu didn't say much, opened the box and drank a bottle of milk in front of the old head Chen, nodded under the eager eyes of the old head Chen: "It's pretty good." Picked up a bottle and handed it over, "You drink too."

"I can't drink this stuff," Old Chen shook his head, "After drinking it, it becomes watery, like a laxative. You have been fed by your father like poison since you were a child, and you will have antibodies in your body." .”

"..." The little sapling of family affection that had just risen in Chen Linhu's heart was cut off by old Chen, "It's okay, you can sit on the toilet and drink."

Old Chen slapped him on the back: "Get out! You can't stop your yawn if you talk too little."

After receiving this slap that was supposed to kill mosquitoes, Chen Linhu moved the suitcase to his bedroom, where it was with the lame suitcase that Lin Hongyu bought.

"Hey, what did your father say about Wei, Weisheng..." Old Chen followed to the door of the bedroom, his tongue seemed to be tied, "What kind of pills, do supermarkets sell them? You said you flipped through Beer's. Can I double my growth if I eat it?"

"You don't need to take that," Chen Linhu felt that he was not yet ready to take pills to survive, "just eat well and exercise more. I didn't take the one my dad bought."

Old Chen nodded again and again, winking: "Don't worry, I won't tell your father. Hehe, you're bad enough."

This little old man likes to hear little secrets that his son doesn't know. Zhengmei saw Chen Linhu's laptop and hand-painted tablet on the table, and hurriedly withdrew from the room: "What about studying? Then I'll play with mine." , around eleven o'clock, your father will cook for the invited people, if I don't come back, you will open the door."

"Oh," Chen Linhu responded, remembering the matter of the network cable, told the old head Chen again, and said, "I have some work to communicate with customers online, and I need the Internet. If you agree, I will go there in a few days Take a look, set up a broadband."

Old Chen himself has always used mobile phone data, but he approved all of Chen Linhu's needs: "Okay! But the network cable is not so fast, you have to use it in a hurry, ask Mr. Zhang upstairs if you can borrow that... crooked, crooked--"

"WIFI?"

"Yes, that's what's crooked," Old Chen said, "Before he said that if my traffic is not enough, he can let me surf the Internet for free. I thought I was not greedy for cheap, and then I could give him a rent reduction Well, you go, and you ask him if he can lend you some help."

The topic of crookedness could not be extended, and Chen Linhu didn't see Zhang Xun for the next whole day.

This person didn't know what kind of work he was doing. He only went out in the middle of the morning and didn't come home until two or three o'clock in the morning. Knowing that the tenants upstairs did not know what time they returned home, and they hadn't slept yet.

Except for Chen Linhu, an idler who was waiting for school to start, Zhang Xun was out of place in this old [-]-to-[-] family courtyard, and seemed to be very irresponsible.

The next day, Chen Linhu got up early in the morning, and when he went out to consult about the Internet, he found that Zhang Xun's little eDonkey had already left. He didn't show up until Chen Linhu came back from a walk after dinner.

Chen Linhu had no habit of inquiring about other people's lives, and his curiosity about what Zhang Xun was doing turned into hope that the master who ran the broadband could come as fast as Zhang Xun rode an e-donkey.

There is no Internet, no games, Chen Linhu showers and goes to bed before twelve o'clock, and catches up without watching a few videos.

It was a nightmare to go to the studio of the third year of high school. Pencil shavings and lead ash exploded in the afternoon light, blurring my vision.

The hand holding the utility knife splits the dust and cuts down along the end of Chen Linhu's eyebrows. He took a step back and hit the still life stage. Agrippa, Laocoon, wine bottles and glasses fell to the ground together and fell to the west.

With the sound of "Boom", Chen Linhu woke up suddenly, and wiped his neck with his hands sticky with sweat.

Before he could distinguish the reality from the dream, a series of "boom bang" sounded like a life-threatening explosion, rampaging in the narrow old corridor, wishing to shake off the wall.

Hearing the sound of the neighbors opening the windows one after another, it was obvious that Chen Linhu was not the only one whose drowsiness was shaken to pieces. Only the old Mr. Chen was having a good dream because he was deaf and closed the door, and the movement in the corridor was only accompanied by his snoring.

The noise in the middle of the night was extremely sharp because of the secretive and dark colors. Chen Linhu stepped on his shoes and walked to the door. His cat's eyes were covered by the word "Fu" pasted on the security door, so he simply opened the door and looked out.

As soon as the door was opened, Chen Linhu met a man in his 30s at the opposite door. Based on his memory of the past two or three days, he could tell that it was the son of Uncle Liao at the opposite door.The man was thin and dry, with a yellowish complexion and a slightly gloomy look. He didn't say hello when he saw Chen Linhu, but turned his head and continued to probe towards the second floor.

No need to be polite, Chen Linhu was also happy and relaxed.

Before he could figure out what happened, he glanced around, and there were already three or four neighbors from other units standing at the entrance of the corridor of Unit [-], winking at each other while chasing mosquitoes away.

"It's here again, didn't you come here last month?"

"I'm short of money again. If the money can be deducted here, why not make trouble here?"

Chen Linhu was in a fog, and before he could wake up from the chaos, he heard another "bang" from upstairs, which was the sound of the security door being smashed, accompanied by a vague but rough man's abuse: "Ding Bifang! Damn it!" , Ding Bifang! What about the money you owe me? Take my money and mess around..." He kicked the door again, "Come out! I can't kill you!"

There are two households on the second floor, one is Zhang Xun's, and the other is an old couple. I don't know when their daughter moved in with their children. Chen Linhu went out to meet in the morning.

The scolding above his head became more and more unsightly, and Chen Linhu frowned like a black pimple.

"If I were Lao Ding, I'd be so worried," the old lady at the entrance of the corridor half-covered her mouth and talked to people, her voice could be heard by everyone, "I was admitted to the hospital because of a heart problem in February. The ex-son-in-law has to come in a few more times."

Chen Linhu paused when he was about to go back home, and stepped out of the door frame first, and rushed to the platform to the second floor two steps at a time.

Behind him, Uncle Liao's son said "Ai ai" twice, but it didn't slow him down.

As soon as he turned onto the platform, Chen Linhu had a clear view of the situation at the entrance of the east door on the second floor.

A middle-aged man in his 40s swayed around, hiccupping and kicking the anti-theft door with his feet in plywood slippers. Several dusty footprints were stamped on it one by one.

The upstairs resident also came down to check the situation. In the dimness, she could see clearly that it was a petite woman. She stretched her head to take a look. Just as she was about to speak, the drunk man glanced at her and retracted her neck immediately.Seeing that the anti-theft door was closed tightly, he didn't look any further, and went back backwards.

Hearing someone going upstairs, the man turned his head, and the muzzle temporarily changed direction to blast at Chen Linhu: "Get lost! Look at your mother!"

A spark flashed across Chen Linhu's mind, and he was about to ignite the fuze.

A second before Mars set, Xihu's door opened.

Zhang Xun came out of the door, and smashed the iron rod in his hand against the handrail of the corridor next to the man. The sound of metal clashing was like the clash of swords, and instantly strangled the man's abuse.

Chen Linhu looked at the murder weapon in his hand and was stunned.

There was no sound in the corridor.

"What I said last time," Zhang Xun said, "Do you remember?"

The man came back to his senses and turned around abruptly, standing unsteadily, but his temper became extraordinarily aggravated by drinking horse urine. He stood firm while leaning on the wall and yelled, "None of your business!"

As soon as the words fell, he was hit by Zhang Xun on the wrist that was holding on to the wall, and he cried out in pain.

"I said it last time, when I say the first sentence you get out, and when I say the second sentence I beat you," Zhang Xun's voice was very soft, floating in the second sentence filled with the smell of alcohol. In the upstairs space, it seems to be squeezing people's eardrums, "This is the second sentence, do you remember what happened in the third sentence?"

Under the hard yellow and dim voice-activated lights in the corridor, the lines of Zhang Xun's facial features were slightly blurred, which was different from the few times Chen Linhu saw him.

He didn't smile, the corners of his mouth drooped, but his eyes were still slightly squinted, which were smoked by the lit smoke in his mouth. The messy bangs and the bloodshot eyes all weakened the gentle appearance of the other party in Chen Linhu's memory.

I don't know if Zhang Xun's eyes played a role, or the pain on his wrist awakened his reason. The man seemed to recall the consequences of the "third sentence", his expression was slightly stiff, he turned around and kicked the anti-theft door again, cursing He said "Fuck", looked at Zhang Xun bitterly, and pointed at Zhang Xun: "Wait."

Zhang Xun raised his hand, and the man immediately walked down the stair railing, only to find that Zhang Xun just took the cigarette down and held it between his fingers.

The man went down two flights of stairs in embarrassment, and confronted Chen Linhu.

"I'm sick, get out!" The man waved his arm to push him away, "Look at that!"

Zhang Xun, who was standing on the second floor, saw Chen Linhu just now, flung the cigarette on the ground, and was about to follow him downstairs, when he saw Chen Linhu staggered to avoid the other person pushing his arm.

The hand missed the intended target, and the man instantly lost his balance and leaned forward. Immediately afterwards, he felt his neckline tighten. Chen Linhu's hand grabbed the back of his neck, and the other hand held his arm like a pliers, pulling him After drinking, his body, which was not very in control, pushed him downstairs.

Chen Linhu was nauseated by the smell of alcohol on the man's body. He ignored the shouts of Mr. Liao's son and other neighbors in the corridor, and dragged him out of the second unit amidst the man's scolding.

"Fuck you... Who the fuck are you, who are you?" The man was dragged for a while, and the dizziness after drinking became more serious, and he began to retch after cursing, "Med, vomit, meddle in your own business—" —”

When the neighbors gathered at the entrance of the corridor heard the movement, they stepped out of the way one after another, watching Chen Linhu drag the man into the green belt with vegetable seedlings like a sack, and then used his heels to wring out a shallow hole in the mud. .

"Spit," Chen Linhu dragged the man to the pit, pointing his head at the top of the pit, "Spit out and roll."

The strength was a bit scary, probably because of this, the man groaned and chirped a few times on the mud floor, but he didn't dare to stand up.

Chen Linhu didn't talk to him anymore, because he didn't have a good rest, and he was really not in a good mood, and the expression on his face was even worse.

This face was matched with the scene of the warrior dragging the pig just now, and the onlookers around the entrance of the corridor immediately gave way to him to watch him enter the building, except for an old lady who couldn't see Chen Linhu's face clearly and said, " Go to bed early" Other than that, no one said anything.

The second unit became quiet again. Chen Linhu didn't care about the eyes of Uncle Liao's son on the opposite door, and walked up to the second floor platform to take a look.

Zhang Xun is gone, not even the half of the cigarette butt left on the ground, he is a very good citizen.

That cold face without a smile is like a fantasy that Chen Linhu saw in his sleepwalking in the middle of the night.

Donghu's door with footprints "clicked" opened a crack, a little boy poked his head out from the door, his red and swollen eyes glanced around, saw Chen Linhu who seemed to be taken aback, he immediately retracted and quickly closed the door. Bring it on.

The late-night farce came and went quickly, leaving only the sound of closing the windows after the bustling scene ended.

When Chen Linhu returned to the room, the old man's snoring was getting louder. He found that the old man still had earphones plugged into his ears, no wonder he slept like a mountain.

After taking off the old man's earphones, covering the air conditioner on his stomach, and washing up casually, Chen Linhu found himself sleepless again and lay back on the bed.

He was already ready to fight late at night, but he didn't expect Zhang Xun to go ahead and leave him with a waste product that needs to be dragged downstairs and thrown into the trash can.

When Chen Linhu thought of becoming a garbage hauler, he couldn't sleep even more. The smell of alcohol seemed to linger in his nose, and his stomach was churning, so he had to take out his mobile phone to distract his attention.

After replying two messages asking him about the progress of the manuscript, Chen Linhu thought about showing the manuscript to the client first, and then clicked on Moments.

In the circle of friends late at night, in addition to the photos posted by the gang of evil late-night gourmets, the most frequent photos are the photos of the universities that the former classmates posted. School buildings make up the numbers.

Not long after leaving school, some people can't wait to plunge into the future.

And Chen Linhu didn't have any blueprint for his future, he missed several ideal colleges that Chen Xingye set for him, and settled for the second best college in his hometown, which was also the best one he could choose.

He didn't know whether he should feel remorse and remorse for falling down on the most important hurdle in his life, or look forward to his upcoming college life.

The ideal Chen Xingye set for him was very clear, but Chen Linhu couldn't find his own ideal, and every time he would think of Chen Xingye's evaluation of his future life, that is, there is no future.

In the future, in a fog where there are no objects when running 20 meters away, whenever Chen Linhu thinks about it, he feels as empty as if he didn't wear pants.

In addition to being empty, I don't know why there is still some shame.

Chen Linhu dragged and refreshed aimlessly, and a new circle of friends overwhelmed other information.

A huge sunrise photo with two words: "Day."

The sender of this circle of friends who mean scolding is also two words: Zhang Xun.

Chen Linhu recalled Zhang Xun's state when he walked out of the door just now, like a walking corpse who had stayed up too much all night, and met a madman who was digging his grave with noise, but because of the rule of law society, he couldn't really do anything to him, so he could only face him in the end. The social platform vented its anger politely.

Chen Linhu couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, I realized that I actually had Zhang Xun’s WeChat. After thinking for a long time, I remembered that Zhang Xun had added him before the transcript was recorded that day, so as not to make it easier to contact later.

Chen Linhu forgot it after adding it, and Zhang Xun in Moments didn't move much, so he forgot it even more thoroughly.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Linhu clicked on Zhang Xun's profile picture and sent a few messages.

There was no reply for a while after the message was sent, but there was a slight dragging sound of the chair and the sound of "slapping" walking overhead.

The voice was not loud, and he could tell that his movements should be as light as possible, but the walls of the old house were thin, and the night in the small city was very quiet, so Chen Linhu learned that the tenants on the second floor were still awake.

In the quiet night of the small town, Chen Linhu listened to the person above him and sat down again, and waited for a long time without getting up again.

What would a person who could go out at night with an iron rod stay up all night doing?

Chen Linhu gradually fell asleep in the boring fantasies that only breed at night.

A person who can go out with an iron rod at night must be because of impatience.

There was another cigarette butt in the ashtray by Zhang Xun's hand. The coffee in the cup became more sour after it cooled. Filled with his numb thoughts.

After turning his dry eyeballs a few times, he glanced at the phone.

At 03:30 in the morning, his manuscript has not been finished, and he does not know when it will be finished.

After pressing a few unread messages on the mobile phone notification, Zhang Xun was stunned at the "five lectures and four beauties" that he had memorized casually, and it took him a long time to match up with Chen Linhu in his mind.

This remark not only revealed his own recognition of Chen Linhu's character at the time, but also revealed his lack of language towards Chen Linhu at that time. At this moment, Zhang Xun felt a little guilty, and hurriedly changed the remark to his young landlord before starting. see information.

[Young Landlord: Hello. ]

Zhang Xun was surprised by the serious words and the full stop at the end.

[Young Landlord: May I use your wifi?I installed the broadband so I wouldn't rub it. ]

[Young Landlord: I can give money, either by the day or as a fixed price, thank you. ]

There is not even an emoticon package, punctuation marks are used in place, and even the profile picture is a tree shadow taken casually.If he thinks of Chen Linhu's scarred face, Zhang Xun can almost feel the seriousness and coldness of these words.

His legs sank, and the waking orange cat jumped onto the Twolegs' lap in the gap, rubbing its head against Zhang Xun's hand on the armrest of the chair carrying it like an engine.

He retracted his hand, and the orange cat put his head on his hand more vigorously, with the momentum of "scrambling for me", but it was extremely lacking in the politeness of Chen Linhu when he was rubbing the net.

In my mind, Chen Linhu's expressionless face in the dim corridor just now faded away, replaced by a tiger-toothed smile behind the security window in the morning, which was quite inconsistent with his name and style of conduct, cut into several sections by the thin iron bars, in Zhang Xun's The brain assembles and splices itself.

Zhang Xun pushed the orange cat's head a few centimeters away like an electric shock: "Rub the wall."

The full-tonnage cat glanced at him with disdain, and continued to slap his head on his hand.

Compared with Orange Cat's bully trip, Zhang Xun felt that Chen Linhu was really polite and cute.

He took out a new cigarette and put it in his mouth. Putting aside the unreasonable Brother Hu, he typed a reply to his young landlord: No, it's too extravagant to count money. Our cranes are converted into the progress of repaying gratitude.

It was only after I sent it that I realized that it was very late. Chen Linhu probably fell asleep, so he sent the WIFI name and password directly.

"Learn from others," Zhang Xun pushed the orange cat's thick body, and taught earnestly, "Only a polite tiger can get his wish."

The author has something to say:

Polite Tiger: Hello, are you there?May I rub you?Can I eat you after rubbing?Is it okay to not spit out the bones after eating?

It is estimated that some people do not know, so there is a note: horse urine refers to wine.