muddy boy

But in the end, he didn't make it too clear, because Duan Qiao had already put himself down.

The houses nearby are older than the family courtyard where Chen Linhu lives, with peeling and mottled walls and narrow and steep steps.

Climbing all the way to the fifth floor, Chen Linhu followed behind Zhang Xun and waited for him to open the door with a spare key. Just as he was about to go in, he smelled the smell of alcohol.

Duan Qiao propped up a small table and sat on the floor, hiccupping from drinking. There were several dishes of cold dishes on the table, and a few bottles of beer scattered all over the side, and there were many unopened bottles.

"Hey," Zhang Xun frowned and rubbed his nose, "It smells so good, how much do you drink?"

Duan Qiao on the ground was already drunk, and waved with a playful smile: "Zhang, Zhang! Did you bring any food, buy a roast chicken downstairs!"

"Can he still recognize people?" Chen Linhu didn't expect Duan Qiao to be able to see his relationship with Zhang Xun now.

Zhang Xun sighed, changed his shoes, and found a new pair for Chen Linhu: "It should be okay. It's just that he talks too much and can't walk. Come, help me."

Together, the two of them picked up the muddy Duan Qiao and threw it on the sofa, and transferred cold dishes like fried peanuts and ham sausages to the coffee table.

"Fortunately, I brought you here," Zhang Xun said to Chen Linhu with a grin, "I couldn't lift this ancestor when I was a sophomore in high school. If you didn't come, I'd have to find a lever."

Chen Linhu wanted to laugh, but seeing Duan Qiao's disheveled posture, he felt that it was inappropriate.

Moving her buttocks on the sofa, Duan Qiao suddenly looked up, looked at Chen Linhu, and grinned: "We came together? Okay, wait, wait, brother will buy you something else!"

"Well," Chen Linhu felt that Duan Qiao had noticed that, although he drank like a bastard, his attitude seemed to be closer than before.For some reason, Chen Linhu was a little nervous and a little embarrassed, "Is it okay?"

I don't know whether to ask Duan Qiao's status or his opinion on the relationship between the two.

"Okay, why can't it be done," Duan Qiao burped, and was about to stand up unsteadily, "Roasted chicken? What about fried skewers? It's really not Mala Tang..."

Zhang Xun patted him back on the sofa: "Calm down for a while, you are still spicy." He pointed to the chair next to him and talked to Chen Linhu, "Sit here and rest."

Chen Linhu was a little nervous, Zhang Xun was just like Duan Qiao, and he was no different from his family members. Realizing this, he felt like he was seeing Zhang Xun's relatives, and his sitting movements were a little stiff.

"That's right, take a break," Duan Qiao became confused again as soon as he fell on the sofa, and he had to drink two sips with Chen Linhu when he had enough to drink half of the bottle, "I'm so glad you came! It's just why you have double images, little benefactor, Two of you, is it okay to drink two bottles?"

Chen Linhu could also see that Duan Qiao was really a little drunk at the moment, and admired that he could do such a thing by himself, he also took a bottle of beer from the table, and opened the bottle cap on the edge of the table.

"Solid eyes, you can drink as soon as he asks you to drink," Zhang Xun jumped at Chen Linhu, the surroundings were in a mess and there was nowhere to go, so he could only push Duan Qiao aside to make a small sofa to sit down on. "Tell me, what's the matter with you, is something wrong with Ning Xiaomeng?"

Duan Qiao was dizzy, was pushed and nearly rolled down, but she was still thinking: "No, we are fine!"

"Then I call her?" Zhang Xun felt that he and Chen Linhu couldn't handle such a big drunk.

Duan Qiao flicked it on the sofa and yelled, "No way!"

He said it was fine, but he refused to let him go when he really shouted.

Zhang Xun sighed, and stopped asking. He first picked up some ham sausage from the table and fed it to Chen Linhu: "Eat two mouthfuls before drinking, just fool him."

"Fooling?" Chen Linhu pinched two pieces and stuffed them into his mouth and asked.

"He's as drunk as a presbyopia," Zhang Xun said, "He doesn't even know if you've drunk a sip."

Duan Qiao laughed like a fool, and stretched out the beer bottle to clink glasses with Chen Linhu.

It's all in front of my eyes, and I have to touch it if I don't touch it. Chen Linhu couldn't find a usable cup, so he had to grab a bottle and bump into Duan Qiao: "Drink less, Miss Xiaomeng will get angry again."

The dark green glass bottles made a crisp sound when they touched each other, and gave an order like a bell. Duan Qiao burst into tears, touching his face and saying, "Brother, study hard, and you will be his son in the future." Mom, a rich man, money is too important in this world."

Duan Qiao was taken aback when Chen Linhu didn't even drink any beer. The old men burst into tears and snot, which was funny, but Chen Linhu didn't feel any funny, and looked at Zhang Xun helplessly.

Zhang Xun also made Duan Qiao stunned by this situation, frowned and patted him on the back to give him comfort: "What's the matter, you scared us both!"

"It's okay, alcohol, I'm allergic to alcohol." Duan Qiao looked away, took out a flat toilet paper from under his buttocks, and pasted it on his face, "I'm allergic to alcohol, and I like to secrete some liquid."

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. If you want to say it, just say it to the end." Zhang Xun could see that he was choked up. "It's useless to hold it in. I'm fat."

If the relationship between friends is good, it is true that one sentence can express all the things in the heart.

Duan Qiao was usually careless, and it was because he gave Zhang Xun more opportunities to explain things away, but now it was his turn to be stupid, and Zhang Xun patted him on the back like picking pork, and suddenly he relaxed.

"Xiaomeng, what a girl, it's a pity to match me," Duan Qiao's voice was thick and thick, and she still had a big tongue, thinking about what to say as if she was sleepwalking. The dilapidated house doesn’t even have any fucking heating. In winter, she would come to play with me until my nose drools from the cold. Yes, I’m still fat. You fucking don’t be fat and chubby all day long. "

The corners of Chen Linhu's mouth twitched at his nonsense, and the second half was in the style of Duan Qiao's daily speech, but no one could laugh at this moment.

"Why are you talking about this?" Zhang Xun was very helpless, "Did Xiaomeng say something? I hate you or something?"

"No, no! Don't provoke our relationship!" Duan Qiao slapped Zhang Xun's leg, "I just met her family and relatives today. There are quite a lot of people. We had a meal and said a few words."

When he heard that it was really related to Ning Xiaomeng, and it was a private matter about marriage, Chen Linhu couldn't sit still. He felt that he shouldn't listen too much, so he stood up and nodded with Zhang Xun, and decided not to stay in the living room anymore. The table followed the cigarette to the kitchen and closed the door.

But the house is small and poorly soundproofed, and vague conversations can still be heard through the door.

Zhang Xun's voice was a little angry: "Speaking of you? You two get married and take care of those relatives."

"I don't blame people for picking a few words. If you feel sorry for your own children, you can't be right," Duan Qiao groaned and defended Ning Xiaomeng's family. It's the same if you turn your elbow to me, why don't you just feel wronged for me."

Zhang Xun touched the cigarette and put it in his mouth, but said nothing.

"Actually, what they said is quite true," Duan Qiao said, "Her parents are just a daughter, and it hurts like eyeballs. Wherever the mother comes, a poor boy will be tricked away."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Xun smiled, "It's a trap. She was the one who saw you first, didn't she? She said that you were a good character when you fought bravely on the bus. I've got you two tight pockets."

"That's the truth of being a human being. If I don't have this, I'm really nothing." Duan Qiao laughed when he remembered this paragraph, but at the end of the laugh, there was nothing but melancholy. "If I want to be rich, I will buy a big house." , the heating is like a sauna. Buy a car, a small car, a big RV, wherever she wants to go, a year and half a year of travel is fine. The wedding should be held in a grand way, and I will marry her in a beautiful way to live a good life. I don’t want her I’m digging and searching for life with me, and I also want to go out and give her a face and make a scene.”

Zhang Xun made him feel a little sad, but he had to stop his efforts: "It's meaningless if you say this, and Ning Xiaomeng will beat you when she hears it. The relationship between you two is real, and it's been so long that you still get tired of it all day long." It’s endless, just watch these external affairs, and you don’t want to marry them.”

The voice of these words was not loud, but Chen Linhu listened.

He was idle in the kitchen helping Duan Qiao tidy up things. Hearing this, he thought to himself, you understand the truth quite well, and it's best to take it into your own heart.

Duan Qiao didn't say a word for a while, Chen Linhu thought he had fallen asleep from drinking, and was about to open the door to have a look, when he heard his next sentence.

"Do you know what I'm afraid of? I'm afraid that feelings are consumables. Life and reality are real files. It's okay to file me to death, but it's not a problem if my head is hard. But I can't stand our relationship. After a long time, an iron rod can be ground into a needle, and at that time there will only be needles piercing the heart and debris all over the floor." Duan Qiao said, "Xun, can people live a lifetime based on feelings?"

Can a person live a lifetime based on feelings?

Chen Linhu was so shocked by these words that his eardrums hurt. He turned off the tap and leaned against the door to listen, but he didn't hear Zhang Xun's answer.

This is the first time that Chen Linhu has witnessed the reality faced by adults in this respect. Duan Xiaopang's stocky and thick body looks weak and deceptive in front of the behemoth-like future prospect.

Once you grow up, you have to face the fact that no one will protect you from the wind, and you will find that no matter which direction you go, it seems to be against the wind, and the wind is mixed with sand and stone, which hurts your face.

But compared with the problems faced by Duan Qiao, the paths of Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun appear to be more wobbly.

The abyss of emotion under the cable bridge is pitch black.

Chen Linhu lit a cigarette with the natural gas stove, and suddenly realized that what he said to Zhang Xun before seemed very flimsy.

The anxious feeling that he had almost forgotten during this period returned, pulling his limbs, making him useless in every movement, and he had to suck in his breath as much as possible before exhaling to the end, venting his heart Emotions.

When there was no movement outside, Chen Linhu tidied up the kitchen, opened the door and went out. He didn't expect to find Zhang Xun standing at the door of the bedroom when he looked up.

I don't know how long I stood there.

"I'm really drunk this time," Zhang Xun raised the corner of his mouth, "It hurt Xiaopang's heart, so he kept talking to me for a long time. What are you doing in there?"

"Do white work." Chen Linhu said, "Walking chivalry."

Zhang Xun responded with a smile: "Okay, when he wakes up tomorrow and sees a new look in the kitchen, he probably thinks it's the elf showing mercy."

Chen Linhu looked at him, Zhang Xun smiled naturally, and he also curved his lips.

Duan Qiao, who was rescued by the elf in the kitchen, had already stopped cooking and almost fell asleep on the crooked sofa. Just as Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun were about to put him on the bed, he began to retch again.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Chen Lin grabbed Duan Qiao's arm and put it on his shoulder and ran to the toilet. Zhang Xun also quickly supported the other side.

The toilet is very small, and the two young men are full.Chen Linhu pointed to the door and pushed Zhang Xun out, and dragged Duan Qiao to the toilet. As soon as he opened the toilet seat, Duan Qiao vomited sporadically. Chen Linhu frowned and patted him on the back.

The smell of alcohol and vegetables mixed together in the room was particularly unpleasant. Zhang Xun couldn't get his hands in the bathroom door, looking at Chen Linhu's side face.

In less than a year, Chen Linhu's outline has grown, becoming more resolute and heroic, and he is running towards maturity like a dog chasing him.

Zhang Xun's former colleagues let the family get used to growing up, and the person he was looking for was pampered, and he didn't worry about everything. At thirty, he was innocent and happy like a child of seventeen or eighteen, and others would help him worry about everything. He looks like Chen Linhu, he looks like he has grown up by several years if he makes a wrong eye.

Zhang Xun opened all the windows that could be opened in the house to diffuse the smell, and stood at the door of the toilet to listen to the sound of the flushing water inside and smoke.

Duan Qiao regained consciousness after vomiting, walked out of the toilet by herself, patted Zhang Xun, and then patted Chen Linhu, wordlessly expressed a little "I got it", and crawled back to the bed in the bedroom snoring like thunder.

"Shall we go?" Chen Linhu asked after washing his hands.

Zhang Xun checked the time while biting his cigarette: "It's almost nine o'clock, so I can take a taxi home. You can also watch movies when you go back."

"Well," Chen Linhu nodded, "give me another root."

"You have to let me buy a pack of cigarettes." Zhang Xun gave him a cigarette from the pack.

Chen Linhu put his mouth on his lips, before Zhang Xun gave him a lighter, he bent down and borrowed a light from Zhang Xun's cigarette butt.

The movement was too sudden, Zhang Xun paused to follow, tilted his head slightly to move his lit cigarette over, and squeezed Chen Linhu's shoulder with his hand.

Different from the feeling of sharing a flame before, now Chen Linhu can clearly see the emotion floating in Zhang Xun's eyes.

On the way back, Chen Linhu thought about it all the way, and Zhang Xun thought he was fainted by the smell of Duan Qiao's wine, and asked him if he wanted to vomit, his face wrinkled like a walnut.

After returning to the second floor of the old family courtyard and closing the door, Chen Linhu said, "We can stay together forever without a car or a house."

Zhang Xun was bending over to pick up the cat that came over, he was stunned when he heard this sentence, he straightened up and smiled: "I just want to think about this all the way? You silly boy."

"Really, can you stop thinking about the future?" Chen Linhu kicked off his out shoes and put on slippers, kept looking at Zhang Xun, and said stubbornly when he entered the room, "You just think about the present, about me."

After a busy day and listening to Duan Qiao's bitterness, Zhang Xun was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment. He fed the cat and walked towards the bedroom and said, "I don't think about you someday. No matter how strong your thoughts are, you have to fight sneeze."

"You know what I mean." Chen Linhu followed to the bedroom. He always disliked Zhang Xun's habit of avoiding topics, so his brows raised again.

Zhang Xun took off his coat and threw it beside him. He sat down on the carpet and said a little tiredly, "I know, don't get too excited, just sit down and talk."

The lights in the room were not turned on, so Zhang Xun turned on the projector, and Chen Linhu took advantage of the light to sit next to Zhang Xun.

"We are different from Duan Qiao and the others," Chen Linhu said again, "so don't think so much like him."

It's not the same, Zhang Xun smiled, our situation is not the same as others.

But Zhang Xun didn't say that, he picked up movies one after another, chose an old movie at random, and said, "You don't want to, so why did you make that list?"

Chen Linhu was stunned. That's right, isn't that what he meant by making a list.

He couldn't answer, he pursed his lips and looked at Zhang Xun dissatisfied.

"If you can't say it, I'll just stare, right?" Zhang Xun leaned on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hands, pinching the flesh of Chen Linhu's neck, "Excellent."

Chen Linhu made him so angry that he wanted to explode, but Zhang Xun spoke again.

"It's the same as your list and the reason why Xiaopang feels uncomfortable. People like whoever they like will think about the future and stability." Zhang Xun said in a low voice, looking at him sideways, his eyes are full of liking calmly, " Joy is only a part of love, so is anger, sorrow and fear, I love you, so there will be all these, but you don't need to be anxious because of this, you know."

Chen Linhu felt those three words falling in his ears, shaking like thunder on a sunny day.

His eyes were stained red by the aftertaste of the shock, and his chest was filled with emotions that urgently needed to be vented. He rushed forward and gnawed Zhang Xun's lips.

Zhang Xun couldn't sit still and was thrown to the ground. The thick plush carpet absorbed the sound of their fall.He was afraid that Chen Linhu would hit him somewhere, so he quickly raised his hand to hug him. As soon as his lips loosened, Chen Linhu entangled in, scraping the root of his tongue fiercely with the tip of his tongue, and licking his upper jaw.

This kiss was fierce and urgent, and it seemed that there was still a flame in it, which ignited the breath of both of them, and the exhaled breath was hot and hot.

The shirt was rolled up during the rubbing process, Chen Linhu's hand was attached to Zhang Xun's waist along the way, upwards, caressing the skin, the hot palm burned Zhang Xun's remaining rationality.

Zhang Xun grabbed the back of Chen Linhu's head with his backhand, rolled over and squeezed him against the bed, bent his legs and squeezed into the gap between Chen Linhu's legs.

The shuddering made Chen Linhu's eyes burn even more intensely. He bit the tip of Zhang Xun's tongue and grabbed it.

In the flickering light of the old movie and the slow soundtrack, the brains of the two seemed to be boiled into a pot of porridge, their breaths were mixed together, their hands caught one place, they fell down and floated up.

Chen Linhu was so burned that he lost his mind, and only had one pair of eyes staring at Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun loved Chen Linhu's eyes so much, he pinched his chin and looked at him in the chaotic light, his voice was hoarse: "Look at me."

The ball of light exploded in their minds, and each other's breath filled their breath.

The room gradually quieted down, only the love-hate entanglement dialogue in the movie was ringing.

"Zhang Xun." Chen Linhu's voice was a little rough.

Zhang Xun pressed his forehead against his chest, and raised his head to kiss him when he heard the voice.

"You can think about the future," Chen Linhu said in a low voice, "but can you think about the good things?"

He let go of his unrealistic obstinacy, and softened his attitude and voice, making Zhang Xun's heart tingle.

"Okay," Zhang Xun said, "I think you will be fine every day in the future."

Chen Linhu bit his lip and said, "Also, I love you too."