muddy boy

After running all the way, Zhang Xun had something on his mind, and he didn't pay attention to his cleanliness anymore. He washed and tidied up, changed his clothes casually, and asked Chen Linhu to explain what happened in the past two days immediately.

Different from the violent storm scene in Zhang Xun Yuyu, Chen Xingye was choked up by his son's lungs, but he didn't mention the conversation at night when he woke up, but his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The day is gone, and now I don’t live anymore. I wake up and pack my luggage, and I will drive on the road before seven in the morning.

Old Chen didn't hesitate to pay attention to him, fried an egg, took a steamed bun, squeezed some chili sauce on it, and it was a farewell breakfast.

Holding a simple Chinese-style hamburger in a plastic bag, Chen Xingye went to drive with a dark face. Chen Linhu didn't say a word, and followed the old head Chen's instructions to carry the luggage, which was regarded as seeing off his father.

The father and son were speechless all the way, and Chen Xingye rolled down the window when he stepped into the driver's seat, and said coldly: "Is the money enough? I was so stupid last night, thinking that you have been controlled too strictly these past few years. It should be loose and loose, play more with classmates, or find a good girl in school to fall in love with, as long as you don’t delay your serious studies and don’t do outrageous things, I agree. These are quite expensive, and I don’t need more Here you go."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Chen Linhu always felt that a few words in his words were accentuated.

"No need," Chen Linhu put his hands in his trouser pockets, and replied as if nothing had happened, "I have enough money to accept commercial manuscripts, enough to spend."

Chen Xingye's original expression of pretending to be calm and looking ahead changed, and he turned his head to look at him: "Can I get enough to eat with this?"

"Yes, if it's not enough in the future, I can still work part-time in the studio, follow projects, and enter the studio." Chen Linhu also looked at him, his tone remained unchanged, "I can support myself."

Compared with his son talking back, what shocked Chen Xingye even more was that his son didn't even bother to talk back, but found his own way forward without knowing anything about it.

After a while, Chen Xingye pulled the corner of his mouth: "Okay, don't cry with me when you stumble."

"Dad," Chen Linhu bent down so that his face could be completely displayed in the car window, so that Chen Xingye could see his expression and eyes clearly, "You may not remember it, but I stopped crying after the third grade of elementary school .”

After the car drove away, Chen Linhu let out a sigh of relief.

Most of the tension in his heart was relieved, there seemed to be a tacit understanding between Chen Xingye and him, no one quarreled in front of the old head Chen, and Chen Xingye also selectively avoided the conversation last night .

"That's what you told your dad? He didn't say anything else?" Zhang Xun leaned on a pillow behind him, opened a can of Coke, and couldn't drink it after two sips. , hit you half paralyzed while driving."

The two of them nestled on the bed in the bedroom, watching a movie with a projector, and Chen Linhu was sneaked away by Zhang Xunti and confessed everything honestly.

In fact, it is to create a quiet and relaxing atmosphere. After one o'clock in the afternoon, it is the time when the sun is poisonous.

"I didn't say anything," Chen Linhu lay flat on the bed, with his calf resting on Zhang Xun's calf, "I don't bother to ask."

Zhang Xun scratched Chen Linhu's cheek: "Do you think your dad is guessing something?"

"I don't know," Chen Linhu felt Zhang Xun's fingertips stained with water droplets from the Coke bottle he took out from the refrigerator, turned sideways and rubbed his face on Zhang Xun's stomach, "he knows that when I was in high school Because of this, she is one level more stupid than my grandfather and my mother."

In fact, Chen Linhu didn't have no feelings for Chen Xingye, but these feelings slowly settled to the bottom, and he really couldn't bring them up.

But after all, he was his own father, and he wasn't some bitter and bitter enemy, otherwise his father wouldn't tell him to get out of here, and he didn't continue to say those things that could make Chen Xingye's nose crooked.

"How stupid are you? Tell your dad that in the middle of the night." Zhang Xun was still stupid, and tapped Chen Linhu's forehead with his fingers, "I knew your dad would be stupid in that direction."

"I have to say it sooner or later, but I... couldn't help it, and I didn't say anything anyway," Chen Linhu simply turned around completely, resting his head on Zhang Xun's stomach and closing his eyes, "I couldn't do what he wanted from the beginning. That kind of son is in all aspects, he knows it deep down, but he just doesn't admit it."

Zhang Xun sighed, he kind of understood what Chen Linhu meant, after all he couldn't be the kind of son his father needed.

In the first ten years of their lives, both of them grew up for the standards of the family, but they were still not recognized. This kind of frustration is quite uncomfortable when mentioned.

"It's okay." Chen Linhu grabbed Zhang Xun's hand and squeezed it, "No matter how much he guessed in his heart, he would never tell my grandfather that he still has this point, otherwise there would have been a riot last night."

"You also know that you shouldn't mention it to your grandfather," Zhang Xun mentioned this, and scratched Chen Linhu's face again, "When I was on the bus, I wished I could run back with my feet on the ground for him, just I'm afraid that the old man will be overwhelmed by your anger."

Chen Linhu wasn't angry when his cheek was pulled, but he laughed instead: "I said it's fine, what do you want to make up?"

"Too much, I'm worried that the old man won't be able to accept your leaking words, and I'm also worried that your father will be mad and beat you up." Zhang Xun smiled when he saw him, he was a fool, and couldn't hold his breath anymore. What's the matter with you, I might have to fight desperately with my boyfriend's father, this scene is a family drama."

Although the second half was very strange, but Chen Linhu's heart was still fluffy hot.

"I just said not to get married," Chen Linhu said, "I'll talk more about it in the future, so you can use force at that time."

Zhang Xun had a headache: "Can you be a little stupid?"

"Let me tell you," Chen Linhu said again, "my dad is not good at fighting. My grandfather said that when he was a child, he could cry all afternoon when someone pushes his ass."

Zhang Xun stared at him, seeing what else the dog could spit out, Yu couldn't help laughing.

"Hey," Zhang Xun sighed, "Okay, don't be afraid, I will definitely be a hero to save the beauty."

"Don't be afraid," Chen Linhu looked at him, "I can handle these things, and my dad will push my ass at most."

On the way back, Zhang Xun was really fooled a lot, but after thinking about it now, he was surprised to find that apart from worrying that old Chen would not be able to bear it, he felt very at ease with Chen Linhu.

It is rare for him to have such a strong sense of trust in the people around him, and he is sympathetic when he is stupid. Chen Linhu appeared with the posture of a siege cannon, and steadily occupied a considerable territory in his life. Zhang Xun vaguely knew that in the future The kid can't dig it out, otherwise his heart will be empty.

"I know." Zhang Xun touched Chen Linhu's face, "But if you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

Chen Linhu said "hmm", and then got up from the bed: "I'm done explaining, it's your turn, why did Duan Qiao follow you to find Zhang Cheng?"

"..." Zhang Xun put his hand on his neck, "I'll strangle you to death, are we confessing? There is no remorse, and the confession is just to trick me!"

"You've already done it, you've finished smoking..." Chen Linhu paused, embarrassment flashed in his dark eyes, "My ass is gone."

Zhang Xun's tense face was really unbearable, Coke almost couldn't hold back his smile, and grabbed Chen Linhu and kissed him: "I'm sorry, I was so angry and anxious at that time...don't stare at me like that, you are so cute. "

The 1.8-meter tall boy was described as "cute". Chen Linhu's fair face blushed, and he pursed his lips and rubbed Zhang Xun's belly in retaliation.

"Don't, talk about serious business!" Zhang Xun pushed his hand away, and suppressed a smile, "Are you still listening?"

Of course you have to listen.

Compared with Chen Linhu's situation in the past two days, Zhang Xun's family's troubles are still the same: his mother is hospitalized, his brother is silent, and his father is a stick.

When it came to his business, Zhang Xun was not in a hurry. He picked up the key parts and talked about it. When he mentioned that his lunatic father called him, Chen Linhu frowned.

It's really a shock, it's harassment if you replace it with someone who has no blood.

Perhaps it was because of his blood relationship that Zhang Xun's father magnified his selfishness and desire for control to the extreme.

If the relatives become ruthless, it is really ruining people to death, because you know that if you break the bones and connect the tendons, you can fix them to death if you can't die.

"Probably so," Zhang Xun drank half of the Coke, and handed it to Chen Linhu to put it on the desk. "Zhang Cheng probably said it is true. My dad is like that. Sometimes I really think he should read it." See a psychiatrist, but no one dares to say that, it’s like lighting a gas tank.”

"Then your mother..." Chen Linhu asked.

"Her body is normal at first," Zhang Xun sighed, "This time it's really a serious illness, a heart problem."

Chen Linhu stuffed up the rest of the Coke at the place where Zhang Xun drank, threw the empty can into the trash can, and leaned against the wall with a pillow like Zhang Xun, and asked in a soft voice: "Then you go back and see see?"

"Let's talk about it, at least wait until Zhang Cheng gets married," Zhang Xun felt Chen Linhu's head resting on his shoulders, pressing him like a big cat, and he liked the intimacy, "I'm too lazy to participate in this kind of thing Just to tell you, you take care of your family's affairs, and I take care of mine."

Chen Linhu said "hmm" and then there was no movement. The sun fell on the room and on their lapped legs. The sun after the beginning of summer was hot and calm.

It is very comfortable to stay with Zhang Xun without talking. The background music of the movie is soothing and soft. It is rare for Chen Linhu to feel a little bit emotional about life in this atmosphere. He said seriously: "It's so fucking tiring to be a human being."

"Ordinary people are tired. It's not tiring to be a pig," Zhang Xun smiled. "You can have a baby when you reach the weight."

"Pigs don't have to deal with anything other than the butcher's knife," Chen Linhu was also happy, and asked after the music, "If you are reborn as a wrong person in the next life, have you ever been so stupid?"

This question is quite aimless and meaningless, but Zhang Xun still pondered it seriously: "This world is still very beautiful. I will look at it stupidly in the next life, but I will not be stupid. In the next life, I will be a gust of wind, Be like a rain, be a cloud, come and see, just don’t stay.”

Chen Linhu kind of understood Zhang Xun's stupid way, living is a very emotionally consuming thing, so he would rather be fleeting than take the trouble to live another life.

Lifting his shoulders, Zhang Xun pushed Chen Linhu's head: "What about you?"

"Then I," Chen Linhu said with his eyes closed, "can only be a leaf, a fish in a river, or another cloud."

The wind blows through the treetops and caresses the leaves.

The rain will fall into the streams and swim with the schools of fish.

On cloudy days, clouds will pile up and meet.

The hot feelings under the sun do not need to be interpreted with a long life, they can also be companions during a short journey.

Zhang Xun thought he heard the wind, but the wind was silent, it was the leaves.Hearing the sound of rain, it was rain falling on the water.

No voice in the world is as powerful, soft and tender as Chen Linhu's short sentence.

"How does the mouth grow, how can I like everything so much?" He lowered his voice, and involuntarily reached out to touch Chen Linhu's soft lips.

Chen Linhu didn't dislike this kind of touching, it was a little itchy. Instead, he opened his mouth and let the opponent's fingers play tricks, groping for the shape of his upper jaw, tiger teeth, lips and tongue, scratching the base of his tongue, and rubbing it lightly. My head became unclear.

"You can't feel it, you are like this," Chen Linhu slurred his words when he spoke, the tip of his teeth touched his fingers, and he trembled when he tapped lightly. He looked at Zhang Xun and said, "Try to touch it with your mouth."

Zhang Xun couldn't help but pinch his chin, pulled him hard and pressed the back of his head to kiss, those words that made people happy would pass through the esophagus to the stomach and be digested in the body.

The room is filled with the smell of laundry detergent, dried and fermented by the sun, and when it is planted into the bedding, it seems to be floating in a clean and bright dream.

Another bite on the neck, Zhang Xun gasped, the feeling of being eaten spread from his neck down, and a slightly harder one came to his heart, he made a "scratch" sound, wishing he could twitch his neck Drive Chen Linhu.

This kid didn't know if he really had itchy teeth or some other problem, he gnawed on him as if he had caught a bone, and Zhang Xun was so worn out that he began to get used to the slight dull pain caused by the opponent's tiger teeth, and he was a little annoyed. Grab Chen Linhu's second-in-command: "Sooner or later, I will break it for you!"

"Break off?" Chen Linhu straightened up as if nothing had happened, brushed the tips of Huya's teeth with the tip of his tongue, imitating Zhang Xun's appearance, exerted a little strength, "Is that so?"

The slightly squinted eyes began to be hazy with mist again, Zhang Xun frowned unconsciously, panting heavily.

"Huh?" Chen Linhu grabbed his hand and played together, "Brother Xun?"

During this period of time, Zhang Xun retreated steadily, and gradually had a premonition that the big thing was over, and then he was a little bit ruthless: "Shut up!"

The large area of ​​sunlight in the house exposed the old floor and the bed covered with dark gray sheets. The books were piled on the floor, and the legendary life was recorded in the spread pages, which were preserved forever, but the time of the two people in the house was still flowing. Ordinary and peaceful lives stacked together, a warm and ordinary little kingdom.

The second floor is a hill where mountain wind and fallen leaves meet, and a tributary where rainwater and swimming fish coexist.

You can have skin-to-skin contact without any scruples, revealing your voice, body, and kisses.

Afternoon noise subsided, only laziness and relaxation remained.

After taking a simple bath, Chen Linhu opened the canned food for the orange cat to add water to the wet body. The cat's anger at being pushed out of the door by two people subsided slightly after seeing the canned food, and wagged its tail to cook.

Zhang Xun was almost asleep when he returned to the bedroom. He had been worried all night, but now he was relieved, and the laziness after venting came up, and he rolled up the quilt and yawned with his eyes closed.

Chen Linhu half-lyed down next to him with the tablet, leaned over and kissed Zhang Xun's shoulder.

"Sleep for a while," Zhang Xun said in a daze, "you play by yourself."

"Well," Chen Linhu responded softly, "I saw a cat downstairs yesterday, did you see it when you came back?"

Zhang Xun yawned: "There are two in my room. I don't have time to look around outside. I didn't see them."

Chen Linhu laughed silently for a while, seeing that Zhang Xun was really sleepy, he didn't continue to harass him, and started drawing a draft of the storyboard on the tablet.

Comics are a way of presenting stories and pictures to the audience at the same time. It is necessary to take into account the completeness and fun of the story, but also to ensure the coherence and comfort of the pictures, so that readers are interested in reading.Except for the small comics of Fat Cat and Bald Crane that came up on a whim, Chen Linhu really tried to create comics, and he was almost at a loss to write.

He has scrapped several drafts in the past few days, and now the first chapter of this edition is relatively satisfactory, but it is not finished yet, only half drawn.

I don’t know if it’s because the atmosphere on the second floor is comfortable and quiet, or because he feels at ease when Zhang Xun is back. Anyway, today’s progress has made a big step forward. Chen Linhu finished the remaining rough storyboard drafts in one go, and just checked the time before it passed. for over an hour.

Looking sideways at Zhang Xun, who was still soundly asleep, he turned over and lay on his side in his sleep, half of his face was buried in the pillow, and he scratched randomly on the bed with one hand, finally touching Chen Linhu's side. The crotch scratched and then stopped.

Chen Linhu raised his eyebrows because of his scratching, and couldn't bear to wake him up, so he had to read some comics on his tablet to pass the time, looking for inspiration along the way.

Some comic websites are not very formal, and some small advertisements pop up every now and then. Chen Linhu flipped through a few new works by authors that he usually likes, and when he clicked to close, he happened to encounter a corner advertisement, and the window automatically jumped Before Chen Linhu could react, he saw the battle scene of the two people rolling around without clothes on, and there was noise in the earphones.

He was startled at first, but at least he is an adult who has experienced agitation in adolescence. He was a little embarrassed to close the page, but suddenly found that the voices in the earphones were all men.

Before that, Chen Linhu knew some knowledge in this area. He probably knew the process, and it was not that he had never practiced it. However, he was afraid of something going wrong before making sufficient preparations. At the same time, he didn't know what Zhang Xun was. until now.

I was caught off guard when I saw the textbook, and it was full of pictures and sound. Although it was a clip that was played repeatedly for no more than 1 minute, Chen Linhu's face tensed up, and the hand that was about to close the page stopped in mid-air.

Then I heard old Chen roaring from outside: "Zongzi, do you still eat zongzi? Chen Linhu! Call Zhang Xun to come down—"

Accompanied by the teasing of a group of old men and women playing cards, the hallway was moved by his grandfather.

Zhang Xun was fighting against Duke Zhou in his dream, and the voice came back to life instantly, and he bounced off the bed directly: "Fuck, is it a fire or an earthquake?!"

Even Chen Linhu was shocked, and the tablet in his hand was tilted between the two, making Zhang Xun, who looked over from the side, see that it was just right.

In order to attract people's attention, the ad selected all the exciting parts of the fight. Zhang Xun woke up after a doze, feeling like he exploded from the inside, red from head to toe.

Chen Linhu was also stunned, and sat with Zhang Xun staring wide-eyed and red-faced, both of them didn't know how to speak.

"Chen Linhu!!" Old Chen downstairs howled again, "I don't even answer the phone!!"

With a roar, the hatchback exploded, and Chen Linhu rolled off the bed gruntingly, picked up the tablet and put on his short sleeves, and said vaguely: "Then what, I guess the zongzi made by auntie is ready..."

"Oh, um, okay," Zhang Xun pretended to be calm enough to reach for a cigarette, and began to look around for a lighter, "What stuffing?"

"Candied dates, fresh meat, ham, salted egg yolk..." Chen Linhu said several times as if declaring the name of the dish.

Zhang Xun was surprised: "So many?"

"I guess," Chen Linhu glanced at him, "I haven't eaten yet."

"...you're just looking for something to talk about," Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing, and he didn't light his cigarette, so stupid that he couldn't stand up laughing at the picture on the tablet just now, "You go down first, I'll wait a while go again."

Chen Linhu nodded solemnly as if he had been pardoned, and ran out of the bedroom with the tablet like the wind, and ran back like the wind, lowered his head and said very quickly: "Just learn and understand."

Before Zhang Xun could reply, he fled back home from the second floor.

Zhang Xun leaned against the head of the bed, covering his sore stomach from laughing, and found the lighter lying next to the desk lamp.

Lighting up the cigarette, Zhang Xun's mind flashed the scene just now, a feeling of embarrassment accompanied by some inexplicable nervous palpitations captured the beating heart.

Anyway, he was a few years older, Zhang Xun encouraged himself, he had to be calm and calm!

Chen Linhu was caught off guard and experienced a small social death, and almost dropped the tablet when he returned to the house.

Fortunately, Zhang Xun didn't show any extra expressions when he went downstairs, and ate zongzi on the first floor as if he didn't know.

The weather in May and June is already warming up. The scent of zong leaves and glutinous rice mixed with the noise of neighbors is transpiring under the sun. The pomegranate tree next door has already bloomed and opened buds, and the house is playing mahjong to eat bluffing. Eating zongzi, the two were squeezed into a small courtyard and sat under the pomegranate tree stretching over the wall.

Chen Linhu wasn't sure what Zhang Xun meant, and he was so embarrassed that he ate a salted egg yolk dumpling and frowned.

The door of the small courtyard was ajar, and there were only the two of them left. Zhang Xun, who was next to him, suddenly leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Salted egg yolk," Zhang Xun shrank back immediately after kissing, "it's quite delicious."

Chen Linhu sat up straight and subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.The sweet taste of candied dates passed through the salty taste and wrapped around the tip of the tongue, making the corners of his mouth lift up: "Mmm."

The two of them tacitly agreed, the embarrassment just now disappeared, and they chatted a little with the sound of mahjong and the shouts of the children who didn't know who brought them.

Chen Linhu was asking Zhang Xun about his experience writing comic scripts to make money when the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Picking it up to take a look, Lin Hongyu sent a message.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xun asked when Chen Linhu stopped chewing.

"It's okay," Chen Linhu put the phone back, "My mom will probably get married this year."

Zhang Xun turned his head to look at him, without saying a word, after a while, he handed over the half-eaten candied rice dumpling in his hand: "Eat something sweet?"

Chen Linhu glanced left and right, and killed the other half with Zhang Xun's hand.

Perhaps because of her son's support and understanding, Lin Hongyu's subsequent series of things were finalized very smoothly.

The exact time of the wedding has not been decided yet, because of busy work, it had to be postponed until the end of the year, at least it gave Chen Linhu an acceptance process.

In fact, it's not that he has any resistance or reluctance to this matter, but his mood is quite complicated and emotional, but he can't express it yet. He just uses this time to adjust his mood and state.

Since the death of Xiaoshe last time, Chen Linhu simply watched and studied freely, thinking that he had a comprehensive understanding of the whole process, and even read a few comics about it, and was almost embarrassed in the dormitory. Where to put it.

Aside from this little thought, Zhang Xun helped Chen Linhu sort out the script and the general direction of the plot. He has some talent in writing, which solved Chen Linhu's urgent needs. The two of them wrote a draft and a drawing After several exchanges with Huadi, Chen Linhu spelled out a decent outline and a script for the first five episodes.

The drawing of comics is very time-consuming, and it is tiring to do all the work by one person. The first episode is probably the plot of the ghost exorcist. The special effects of this episode alone cost Chen Linhu half his life, not to mention the large amount of background. I can only stutter to learn some simple modeling.

Fortunately, I submitted the final draft and a few drafts before the summer vacation, and the rest is to wait for the replies from various platforms.

The little cartoon of Fat Cat and Bald Crane was posted on the forum because of Shang Qinghua and others. At the end of the semester, it attracted the attention of several seniors and sisters who managed the forum. During the meeting, the counselor also teased a few words, supporting Chen Linhu's continued development.

Some of the students in this major in their school are a bit of a fool. From the department leaders to the teachers of professional courses, they are very pleased to see students who are stupid and willing to work hard.

During the class meeting, they were seated according to their dormitory numbers. Chen Linhu and Fang Qing had another face-to-face meeting, and were taken aback by Fang Qing's expression.

After Hu Weiming quit the student union, Fang Qing didn't seem to be doing well. The main reason was that his interpersonal problems were more serious, and his family was not very safe. There were a few good people in the class who spread gossip, saying that his stepmother made the whole family feel uneasy. .

The number of times Fang Qing asked for leave increased significantly this semester, his spirit was sluggish, his face turned pale, and his whole body was covered with gloomy resentment. When he met Chen Linhu's eyes, he was a little timid at first, but seeing that Chen Linhu saw him as if he didn't see him, Cowardice becomes anger.

During the meeting, the counselor said that the project that Chen Linhu participated in had a good evaluation in the department, but Xia Qing pierced him several times with nail-like eyes, and he didn't even turn his head.

In fact, Fang Qing was unlucky. The project was supposed to recruit more people, but because Fang Qing had to ask for leave many times to go home, the application was rejected. Seeing that Chen Linhu didn't like it, Chen Linhu also understood, but he was really too lazy to respond.

307 The others are not too stupid to sit with Fang Qing, because they are still in the same dormitory at school, so they have to be next to each other, so they have to put the first class next to Fang Qing to make a buffer zone.

The first few class meetings at the end of the semester just came down like this. For the first time, Chen Linhu realized that Zhang Xun said that Fang Qing regarded himself as a fake and stupid enemy. goug him out.

Chen Linhu felt that he had really grown up. If anyone looked at him like this before, his fist would have landed on that person's face long ago.

Just a few days before the exam week, the first grader found him mysteriously, with a troubled expression on his face, hesitating to speak: "What about you, how are you doing recently, Huzi?"

"It's okay," Chen Linhu pulled off his earphones when there were only the two of them in the dormitory at the moment, "Didn't you just ask 10 minutes ago?"

"Ah," Gao Yi said, "I just care about it."

Chen Linhu said "Oh" without urging him, and took the tablet and continued to draw a magazine illustration that was on the verge of death.

"There's something I've been fooled by, and I still have to tell you," Gao Yitai gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, pulled a chair over to Chen Linhu's side, and handed him his cell phone, "Fang Qing sent me a message two days ago, It's a bit... strange, see for yourself!"

In the dormitory, there is still some contact with Fang Qing, because his evaluation in the class is also average. If there is something, he can only ask the good guy, the first class, for help. Chen Linhu also knows that, and took a look at the phone after hearing this.

A total of two messages were sent, the first one was: [Who do you look like? ]

The second entry is a photo.

Chen Linhu clicked on it, and his heart skipped a beat.

The photo is a little hasty and blurred, but it can be seen that it is a quieter street near the school at night. Under the street lamp, two boys are holding hands, and they are slightly taller and tilt their heads to listen to another person talking.

Because the photos taken from too far away are not clear, others may see them very vaguely, but Chen Linhu recognized them at a glance, it was him and Zhang Xun.

The clothes I saw through seemed to come out after watching a movie some time ago. Zhang Xun had a cold that day, and he was wearing Chen Linhu's coat.

Gao Yi asked cautiously: "Is that tall man next to you?"

The author has something to say:

Huzi, a good boy who reads textbooks seriously.