muddy boy

The Mid-Autumn Festival moon viewing activity in the second unit lasted until almost ten o'clock at night. Old Chen was sleepy after a few drinks, and he greeted the neighbors in the building to leave. He wanted to tidy up the yard, but was blocked by Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun. Going back to the house, there is a kind of depression that is old and strong but unable to perform.

Zhang Xun took old Chen, who was a little drunk, back to his bedroom: "Why don't you want to say a few words about you? Those who have orders should stop working."

He is different from Chen Linhu, who can only say "you rest and don't meddle". Persuading people to speak has a very soothing effect. Put it in the kitchen next to the wall, and wash the dishes and chopsticks of each family..."

"Okay, okay," Zhang Xun said while looking at his expression, "You can check and accept after you wake up."

From the second half of the meal to now, he subconsciously observes the old man's expression, trying to discern the old man's real thoughts.

Zhang Xun has long developed the habit of looking at people's faces, guessing people's minds is effortless, but at this moment he can't use it.

I don't know whether it's Old Chen and Old Jiang who are better than him, or Zhang Xun's uncertainty and suspicion have affected his judgment, in short, he just can't see why.

Old Chen should laugh and scold him as usual, he rubbed his bald head and talked about Chen Linhu's arrogance when he got him out of the small courtyard, and then patted the back of Zhang Xun's hand: "Don't follow, you can rest when you're done." , what you eat tonight is not good for digestion, let Huzi find you some digestive tablets and stomach medicine for you."

The old man's palms have the roughness and warmth unique to old people. Zhang Xun doesn't know what the palms of his long-lost grandma look like, but they must be very similar to old Chen's.

There seems to be something alike among the benevolent and happy old men and old ladies in the world.

"Why is my stomach so bad?" Zhang Xun smiled, "Isn't it enough for you to feed yourself with porridge every three days?"

Old Chen didn't accept his tricks, and explained a few more words before lying on the bed with earphones and fighting landlords before going to bed.

After turning off the light in the bedroom and closing the door, Zhang Xun returned to the small courtyard.

Chen Linhu had already put away the folding table, and the melon seeds and peanut skins on the ground were swept into a pile with a broom, and he was packing them into the dustpan. When he heard the movement, he looked up and asked in a low voice, "Are you lying down?"

"Well, I'm fighting landlords with earphones on," said Chen Linhu in a small courtyard under the moonlight, his voice was soft and close, and what he said naturally revealed intimacy. The smile deepened, "I scolded you a few times, and you too, why are you fighting him so hard, can you stand up to being so crazy at your age?"

"He even patted me several times." Chen Linhu was no less tempered than his grandfather, and stretched out his arms to let Zhang Xun see, "See, he's not weak."

The two are not related by blood, but their strength seems to be inherited through the air. They are of the same line. The old Chen was so angry that Chen Linhu said that he was too old to work, and left a few light red marks on Chen Linhu's fair little arm. .

Seeing Chen Linhu frowning and sullen face, Zhang Xun couldn't help being happy, took his arm and rubbed it, and blew: "It hurts you to death, doesn't it? All right, let the old man vent his anger. After it's done, it's okay." have you slept."

Zhang Xun's way of coaxing children can't be changed. Chen Linhu developed from anger to helplessness at the beginning, and now he still enjoys it a little bit. He doesn't know whether he has grown up or regressed. He grabbed Zhang Xun and kissed him on the cheek and neck.

"Look at the moon?" Chen Linhu said, "Look at a higher place."

Just now the small courtyard was bustling with activity, it was more about having dinner than admiring the moon, and the topic was a bit worrying, neither of them had time to look at the sky.

The bottom of Zhang Xun's heart tickled Chen Linhu, he pressed his neck and rubbed his tiger head: "Look, clean up quickly, there is still pineapple beer in the kitchen."

There is a layer of moonlight on the roof of the building, which is brighter than the previous nights, and the full moon hangs high, shining on the small family courtyard.

The two of them moved out the sofa and the wooden box used as a table with ease, and lit the mosquito coils, thinking that the wind was strong and they brought a thin quilt, which was useless, and the two of them squeezed on the sofa and the temperature was just right.

"Did my grandfather tell you anything?" Chen Linhu opened the pineapple beer and Sprite that he had brought, and handed Zhang Xun a bottle.

Zhang Xun shook his head: "I just scolded you, and asked me to prepare some stomach medicine just in case. The old man looked carefree and thoughtful, and said that what he ate just now was not good for digestion."

It was also because of their careful minds that the two juniors were not sure what old Chen was thinking.

"It's okay." Chen Linhu rubbed Zhang Xun's leg, looked at him and said, "My grandfather...he is different from ordinary old men, so don't think too much about it."

"That's right, he loves you more than everyone else combined, can it be the same?" Zhang Xun smiled, seeing Chen Linhu pursing his lips and looking at him, his heart was so soft, he grabbed Chen Linhu's hand, "Stop rubbing, rub it again I'm really thinking about it for a while."

The moonlight shone on the roof, covering the two of them lightly, as if soft and gentle frost and snow had fallen between the brows and eyes, Chen Linhu didn't chase Zhang Xun any more.

He knew that Zhang Xun's mind was more like Zhang Xun's character, and even he was sweating a lot from the atmosphere and topics in the small courtyard at that time. I don't want to think about linking these things together.

They were not the crushed young man, nor was Old Chen Mrs. Qu and her wife.

Chen Linhu didn't say anything about it. After a long time, Zhang Xun would figure it out on his own. He didn't have to yell at his back to prove it. It would only make Zhang Xun worry about Old Chen and at the same time he had to appease him.

"What did Zhang Cheng call for?" Chen Linhu changed the subject, "Just said he was going to get married, nothing else?"

Zhang Xun was drinking pineapple beer. His capacity for alcohol was too poor, so he could only rely on this to satisfy his hunger: "You can guess it."

"If we just talk about this matter, just send a message." Chen Linhu still didn't like Zhang Cheng very much.

"It's something else, it's hard to tell how many people were there just now," Zhang Xun didn't hide it, "I said that my mother was going to have an operation at the end of the year. If it wasn't because of worrying about it, my father wouldn't be in the mood to find fault with him and let him die so quickly. marry."

Chen Linhu was speechless. He really didn't understand what Zhang Xun's daddy meant. He obviously hoped that both sons would marry and have children in a well-regulated manner. Now that the eldest son was getting married, he was picking and choosing.

"He just enjoys the feeling of making people around," Zhang Xun saw Chen Linhu's confusion, and chuckled, "Normal people can't understand it. Only when he is absolutely obedient can he feel that his son is filial to his father. Once he leaves I can't stand being in control, it was like this before, but at that time there was work distraction, the older I get, the more serious and paranoid I am."

Chen Linhu didn't know what to say, he just put his legs on the wooden box in front, leaned towards Zhang Xun, rested his head on Zhang Xun's shoulder, and rubbed him: "What does Zhang Cheng mean by calling you?"

"Ask me if I'll go back and have a look," Zhang Xun sighed, "My mother always said that she wanted to see me during this time."

"It's a beautiful idea." Chen Linhu said without any ups and downs, "Or do you want to go back and have a look?"

There is one thing to say, Zhang Xun's parents are more dereliction of duty than Chen Xingye and Lin Hongyu. If Chen Linhu is replaced, it is estimated that sooner or later they will have to fight with the family. Even this can't stop the nightmare from the family.

Zhang Xun really couldn't answer this question, he was very annoyed by the conflict between emotion and reason, so he grabbed Chen Linhu's hand and played with his fingers.

"The operation will be done at the end of the year, let's talk about it then," Zhang Xun pinched Chen Linhu's fingers one by one, "I can imagine what she would say, nothing more than 'Look at it before I die' and 'I don't regret dying' And so on, my dad will only be more annoyed, and we will have to quarrel when we really meet."

"Why is your mother so good at it?" Chen Linhu frowned and found an adjective, "Add fuel to the fire. It's really annoying."

Zhang Xun could hear the irresistible boredom in his tone, and couldn't help laughing: "She doesn't mean it, but she likes to leave herself in a pitiful position first, so she might feel better in her heart."

Chen Linhu was even more blocked: "If you want to take a look... I will go with you."

Zhang Xun's hand was still pinching him. Chen Linhu's hand was well-grown, with slender knuckles, but not thin. The fingers that often held the pen were still covered with calluses. It is very comfortable to wear.

"Why do you keep saying that?" It's not the first time Zhang Xun heard this. He couldn't help laughing, but he was in a good mood under the full moon, and teased lazily, "Are you in a hurry to see your parents?"

Chen Linhu sensed the indecency in his words, but he didn't argue. He looked like an adult tiger should be standing still. It doesn't matter if your parents see you or not."

"..." Zhang Xun was startled by his description, pondered over it carefully, and tasted something unusual, "Precise."

"But it's okay to see you," Chen Linhu said again, "They will know that you are not alone, and you will not be bullied if you want to. I am here."

Last year, Chen Linhu took a cigarette from Zhang Xun's mouth, bit it himself, and said similar things.

Said that it's okay to be beaten, and ran to me.

Compared with that day, the relationship between the two is very different, but the time limit of these words seems to be long-lasting and has no time limit.

It was as if something had taken root and sprouted, and it had grown into a big tree in an instant. The roots held Zhang Xun's heart and feelings that had been weathered and weathered like gravel, and firmly kneaded them into a ball.

Chen Linhu didn't get a response, turned his head and called "Zhang Xun", and his mouth was kissed.

The kiss was urgent and forceful, which didn't match Zhang Xun's usual calmness, but Chen Linhu's breathing still became chaotic. He leaned back with his arms around Zhang Xun, resting his head on the armrest of the sofa. Zhang Xun pressed him, letting the kiss fall deeper.

"Fallen, on the roof..." Zhang Xun regained his sanity, and was about to speak when Chen Linhu bit his lips.

The sofa is broken, but it is solid. It has been cleaned by the two people. It is small. Zhang Xun can only half kneel on Chen Linhu. : "Not kissed enough."

Zhang Xun's bottom line seemed to be broken by Chen Linhu. He pinched and rubbed Chen Linhu's face resignedly, and finally pulled the useless thin quilt that he brought up, and pulled it over the two of them to cover it.

Under the pale golden-white moonlight, the light-colored fabric was illuminated as if full of moonlight, and the two kissed under this layer of light, stroking each other's bodies, feeling the heat of the skin with their lips and teeth.

Insects and moonlit nights, peace and joy.

Chen Linhu's plan of "seeing Zhang Xun's stick daddy, I'll beat him ten dollars" didn't come true.

The remaining platforms also responded before school started, and Chen Linhu's comics were completely rejected.Maybe he was already mentally prepared, or maybe he was numb, but Chen Linhu was not so disappointed. After a few days of reflection, he carefully considered his manuscript against the editor's feedback, and summed up a few directions that need to be worked hard.

He is a stubborn type in his bones, he has to do something famous if he decides what to do, even if a small stone hits the sea, he has to see a splash before he is reconciled.

Old Chen had a mahjong table, so Chen Linhu fled to the second floor and browsed a lot of information in Zhang Xun's bedroom for reference.

In Zhang Xun's daily life of writing manuscripts, there are more accompanying readers, and he is less diligent in talking, but he is free and unrestrained and not like an adult. In addition to being ashamed, he also has a common topic of work in comic scripts, besides falling in love. It seems that there is one more thing worth talking about for a long time.

After summing up some of his experiences, Zhang Xun discussed with Chen Linhu several times, and Chen Linhu gradually found some feelings.

To put it bluntly, comics are narrating, but unlike novels, they rely on pictures.But the common point is to master the rhythm and the fun of the story. The core can be the uninspired "Evil Man" or "Love Chicken Soup", but the form of expression and the process of telling it should not be too old-fashioned.

Chen Linhu regained his energy and settled down to revise the script of the story, and found some works with similar themes to his comics to read.

Zhang Xun also got some other inspirations from the discussion, and continued to accept the manuscript in a mechanically numb manner, but after thinking for a longer time, he gradually regained the itching of what he wanted to write and express when he was in college.

The two of them just chased each other to get to work, and Ding Yule was forced to concentrate on studying. The three of them acted as good students during the summer vacation. Ding Bifang was so moved that all kinds of supplements and snacks were sent home in bags, except for grades. And outside of work, after a summer vacation, the weight of the three of them is also growing gratifyingly.

Zhang Xun didn’t know much about drawing comics. Chen Linhu could only find teachers Er Tijiao and Shen Xin. Unexpectedly, these two really knew some seniors and sisters who were engaged in comics after graduation. After a bridging introduction, Chen Linhu has socialized with professionals, and after sending his work, he also got different feedback from the editor.

A senior who has been in the industry for nearly ten years even made a special call to his junior, and said very carefully: "The direction of collecting works on each platform is different. Family A may pay attention to juvenile manga, then You have to draw the kind of satisfying and refreshing plots. The B family likes more emotional ones, so the head works are either dating or dating. The C family mainly focuses on niche works. If you draw life or healing You can vote for those who are small and fresh. The editor mainly stands in his working environment to give you suggestions and feedback. Sometimes you can’t vote for the wrong platform. It’s like feeding meat to birds. People won’t eat it!”

Chen Linhu suddenly realized, he didn't expect that there is such a thing.

"I've seen this about you. The picture really needs to be improved. I'll send you some source files of my previous works. You can follow the commonly used drawing techniques and experience it." The senior said, "I think your plot It's actually very interesting, but it's slow, too slow, so let's raise the tempo and try to find a high-energy entry point in the first chapter. Another thing is, fantasy ghost hunting or something, it doesn't have to be cool and cool. I personally think that you are suitable for digging deeper things, such as 'ghosts are not necessarily all bad living people to be scary', there is also a market, but I can't do it in this respect, I just draw ready-made Regarding the script and the plot, you consult the screenwriter or the writer, do you know anyone in this area?"

It really does.

After going round and round, Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun joined forces again.

Reinvigorated, he began to devote his experience to the preparation and creation of the next submission of comics.

From the summer vacation to the beginning of school, Chen Linhu was busy with these things, and spent more time with Zhang Xun, mainly talking about some inspirations. Sometimes when it comes to comparing the plots of the second and second grades, the remaining second-grade souls in Zhang Xun's body seem to be hooked When they got up, the two of them were lying on the bed and almost fell asleep, and they could still talk about the character design.

On the contrary, Old Chen was taken aback. Hearing the two chatter about "exorcism" and "ugly people are afraid of living people", he almost thought he was possessed by evil spirits. Shame on him because of his death.

People who engage in this area may not be able to lose their imagination and wild thoughts in their nature. Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun talked aimlessly on the second floor, went to school and work during the day, and touched each other under the dim light at night. The time passed quickly and quietly. And it's covered in layers of sweetness.

In mid-October, the old Mrs. Qu on the third floor disappeared.

She doesn't like to go out and doesn't like to socialize with people. After her son died, she was even more withdrawn and eccentric. She didn't go out for a few days and didn't arouse suspicion. It was her distant nephew who came to Baoxiang to visit on business and found out that he had left.

When he left, he was still sitting on the sofa, with a program playing on the TV, holding the remote control in his hand, and tilting his head to one side.

On the opposite wall are photos of a family of three.

Old Mr. Chen and Mr. Liao and Mrs. Qu have been neighbors for more than 20 years. They went to the funeral to send them off. When they came back, they said: "I should often go to visit each other. In fact, people can't fight with each other for a lifetime." After meeting each other a few times, sometimes I don’t know whether I should leave after seeing enough, or regret that I didn’t see enough before leaving.”

Chen Linhu took old Chen's mood into consideration, asked the counselor for a few days' leave, and went home to accompany him at night.Zhang Xun was also worried, so he changed his mind and brought old Chen Tou's favorite food back, played checkers with him, and didn't go upstairs until late at night.

When the two heard this, they were speechless for a while.

Chen Linhu felt that since he would graduate in four years, it would be best if he could take Old Chen with him. He was really worried that the old man would live by himself, and he probably didn't want to live with Chen Xingye either.

Zhang Xun didn't know what to say, he was smoking a cigarette, his thoughts were messed up, and there was still a message from Zhang Cheng on his phone, asking him if he would go back and have a look.

The residents of the second unit were all in a low mood. Chen Linhu had to leave school for a few days after running around the school for a week.

Lin Hongyu is getting married and wants Chen Linhu to attend the wedding.

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