muddy boy

Even if he knew that Chen Linhu was angry, Zhang Xun never thought that he would be able to fire as soon as he opened his mouth.

Chen Linhu didn't realize it, but turned Chen Xingye into a rage.

In front of outsiders, Chen Xingye was not easy to get angry, his face was wrinkled like an orange peel, looked at Zhang Xun, and asked Chen Linhu: "Why did you two come back together? Didn't you go to your mother's place?"

"Why are you here? Don't you feel bad if you don't go to work?" Chen Linhu also asked.

For a while, Zhang Xun couldn't tell whether the two men were fully defensive, or if they really spoke in this tone. He sighed secretly, but smiled calmly on his face: "I'm going back to my hometown, and I'm close to Huzi. , When I drove back, I picked it up on the way. Uncle, are you coming to see Uncle Chen?"

He has always spoken briskly and thoughtfully. Chen Xingye still had doubts in his eyes, but his tone softened after all: "I'm on a business trip nearby, so I stopped by to have a look. I got some plaster from a friend and brought it to the old man. Doesn't he always say that his back hurts?" .”

Hearing that Chen Xingye came here specifically for Old Chen, Chen Linhu's confrontational attitude restrained a lot, and he said "um", "Where's my master?"

"Fighting the Landlord with your mobile phone, the old lady of the Ding family is not in good health so she can't come to play mahjong, so I can't make up a table." Chen Xingye said casually, and then glanced at Zhang Xun, "Xiao Zhang, right? Thank you for sending Huzi back. Have dinner No, did you eat something together?"

Zhang Xun held that kind and gentle smile: "No uncle, I have something to eat at home."

"Okay," Chen Xingye nodded, and then scolded Chen Linhu, "Come in quickly, the cold wind is blowing into the room."

Chen Linhu responded but did not move, and turned to look at Zhang Xun.Zhang Xun had already climbed to the corner platform on the second floor, and mouthed "Speak well" to Chen Linhu.

This is because he is afraid that he and his father will choke again.

In fact, he and Chen Xingye were prone to quarrel no matter what, Zhang Xun's worry was like guarding the firewood stove for fear of flames, but Chen Linhu was not disgusted, he gave Zhang Xun a "rest assured" gesture, and walked back to the house by himself.

"How's your mother's side?" Chen Xingye asked while throwing the leftovers into the microwave to heat them up.

Old Chen Tou also came out of the bedroom, took off his reading glasses, and was delighted when he saw Chen Linhu: "I'm back! The braised shrimp for lunch is specially reserved for you, go wash your hands and eat!"

"Well," Chen Linhu stood at the door and changed his shoes when he heard Zhang Xun go upstairs and close the door again. "My mother is fine. She is going to rest for two days before going back to work."

"She's settled." Although Chen Xingye broke up with Lin Hongyu, the initial anger and estrangement gradually faded away, and when he mentioned it again, he seemed to say that he was an old friend who didn't like it very much, "Don't Like before, it has no roots and falls, and it floats like it can't land anywhere, very wild."

Chen Linhu frowned. Before the divorce, his parents had many disputes over this matter.Chen Xingye didn't like Lin Hongyu's work style of running around and neglecting his family. Lin Hongyu disliked Chen Xingye's old-fashioned life concept.

These two people are not of the same kind in essence, and Chen Linhu doesn't know how they got together.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think that Zhang Xun and I have never had any quarrels. They are not similar to those young couples who are on and off.

Chen Linhu couldn't think of a suitable description, but it felt like taking a hot bath, as long as they were together, the pores of his body would open.

When I first met Zhang Xun, the theory of "moon halo effect in love" was forgotten. Chen Linhu realized that Zhang Xun is not a perfect adult. When he was at a loss, Chen Linhu felt that he also liked these imperfections.

It's really fucked up.

"I think my mother was fine before and now," Chen Linhu said as he put his luggage back into the house and changed his clothes. "It's just that you don't like it. It doesn't mean that others don't like it either."

Chen Xingye was not very impressed with Chen Linhu's rebuttal: "Your mother and I have been venting through the same nostrils before, I can't say no to you. By the way, the tenant upstairs, you two have a good relationship? Why do you form a gang when you travel far away? When did you two get acquainted?"

Maybe it was Chen Linhu's previous attitude that made Chen Xingye realize that his son had grown up, but what he said this time seemed to be very casual, and his tone was pretending to be a casual question.

Chen Linhu glanced at him after changing his clothes, without saying a word, turned to wash his hands and face in the toilet, and said in the sound of rushing water, "You need a name to check your household registration."

"Little bastard!" Chen Xingye was very angry.

"Who are you scolding!" Old Chen, who was drinking tea in silence, stared immediately when he heard this sound.

Chen Xingye: "He!"

"He's a bastard, what are you?" Old Chen said, "What is I!"

Chen Linhu's temper was already on the rise, but he was happy to hear his grandfather's voice, so he didn't talk to Chen Xingye any more. He took out the braised prawns from the kitchen, opened a can of Coke, sat down at the table to eat, and gave it back to Chen Xingye. Old Chen took a bottle of orange juice: "This brand is delicious, try it."

"Really, if you like, buy a few more bottles." Old Chen Tou unscrewed tons of orange juice.

Chen Xingye looked at his father and his son: "Why don't I have a role?"

"The refrigerator is unlocked," said Old Chen. "Will you be exhausted if you take it by yourself?"

The difference in treatment was too obvious, Chen Xingye said angrily: "You are too used to him, you are so grown up, you work hard every day..."

"Hurry up and get something to drink, okay?" Old Chen looked at him, "Stop your mouth, why am I so annoying? What's the matter if you get used to it? You are my father and I am my father. Do you understand, you were cute when you were his age, and I am also used to you jumping up and down, why are you so annoying when you are old?"

Chen Xingye: "..." Disgusting!I'm starting to be annoying!

Chen Linhu ate the shrimp with a sullen head, and secretly sent Zhang Xun the old Chen's cursing words just recorded.Zhang Xun over there didn't expect this kind of broadcast, so he posted six points dumbfounded.

After Chen Xingye opened a bottle of Coke and sat down, Old Chen said in a nonchalant way: "The old lady Qu on the third floor is gone."

"When did it happen so suddenly?" Chen Xingye also grew up in the courtyard, and was taken aback when he heard this, "When Jianping was here, I used to go to his house to play, and it was all done by his mother." Eat treats."

Jianping is the son of Mrs. Qu who died long ago.

Chen Linhu heard for the first time: "You know Grandma Qu's son?"

"When we were young, we often played together," Chen Xingye pinched and ate a shrimp that his son ate, feeling a little emotional and sighing, "He was a bit out of gregarious since he was a child, but later he was very, ahem, special. But he's okay, if it wasn't for his father's hard work, he wouldn't be... Hey, it's life."

Chen Linhu bit the shrimp silently, not knowing what his father's "fate" meant.

"Jianping left early, and I don't know if I regret that I haven't seen this colorful world." Old Chen sat at the table watching his son and grandson eat food, touched his bald head and said, "Mom didn't see it until he was old." , but in the following years, he lived a rather dull life, just guarding a broken house and never going out, and his father was so sick that he couldn't get up after his son jumped into the river, and he disappeared within two years."

Chen Linhu asked: "Did you jump into the river?"

"Well," Old Chen said, "it's the river on your dad's way to school. He was around when he fished it out."

When this kind of thing happened in those days, the scene was quite chaotic. Chen Xingye thought of the people in the river he salvaged on the way to school, with lifeless pale skin soaked in water, and his tone lowered: "We played together in the first two days. The one who turned his face and disappeared. His parents are almost dying from crying."

Old Chen sighed: "I don't know if it's people who don't open their eyes that regret more, or parents who regret more."

This question will probably never be answered, and no one from the three generations of the Chen family has said anything.

Chen Linhu looked up at Old Chen, his lips moved.

He didn't dare to ask his grandfather what he meant by saying this, and he didn't want to ask Chen Xingye if he heard anything strange.

"Another old neighbor is missing in the building," old Chen said, "I don't know how many will be left when the family courtyard is demolished."

Chen Linhu froze for a moment, then straightened up abruptly: "Demolition?"

"Maybe, I just heard the news that they want to demolish and build a high-rise building." Chen Xingye came back to his senses, "You can live with me when the time comes, Dad, I have already discussed with Zhu Dan, rent a first floor, you can also It’s easy to move around, and we can go and see it anytime…”

Chen Linhu couldn't react for a moment, this old family courtyard had existed since he was a child, and was closely connected with old Chen Tou, it was a warm and shining stroke in his life.

It is also because of this old family courtyard that Zhang Xun, who ran away from home, has a place to stay, and the two of them interacted in their lives here.

The smoldering places are slowly being demolished and rebuilt, and the urban planning is becoming more and more decent, but these years, the old family courtyards have been avoided, leaving Chen Linhu an old-fashioned but complete and gentle world place.He never thought that this place would also disappear.

Old Chen Tou listened to Chen Xingye's words, but looked at Chen Linhu, and said with a smile, "Are you sad?"

"...Mmm." Chen Linhu lowered his head and picked at the shrimp on the plate, muffled.

This sound was so childish that even Chen Xingye's expression softened, hesitating, he raised his hand and pawed at his eldest son's tiger head.

After stripping, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He hadn't been so close to Chen Linhu for many years. This kid was stubborn, but he didn't expect his hair to be easy to touch.

"Don't be sad, people and places are like this, they are all changing and going," old Chen said, "so cherish when it hasn't changed, accept it when it changes, don't force it if you can't accept it, and don't keep thinking about why others want to change." Why don’t you change according to what you like? That won’t work, and it won’t be good to make everyone feel uncomfortable. No matter what happens, you have to be happy, people have to live like this, you know?”

The topic was a bit heavy, and Chen Linhu finished his meal indiscriminately.

Listening to the conversation between Chen Xingye and the old head Chen, it is still just a rumor, there is no definite news, maybe this place will still be there after Chen Linhu graduates.

Chen Xingye came here after finishing his work, so he left after staying for one night, and had to share a room with Chen Linhu.

It may be because of the influence of the topic during the day, or it may be that the two people's dispute last time left a deep impression, Chen Xingye suddenly didn't know what to do with Chen Linhu.

Chen Linhu set up the camp bed, put the clothes thrown on the chair into the closet, took out the red tiger hat from his coat pocket, stretched the creases that were a little bit crumpled, made gestures and circled them, and finally put them together Hang it in a wardrobe on a separate hanger.

"Where did you come from?" Chen Xingye sat on the bed, playing with his mobile phone, but staring at Chen Linhu, "You are not weaned, you still wear this at such an old age. Did Xiao Zhang give it to you upstairs?"

Chen Linhu was too lazy to chat with him: "I pestered him for it."

"Are you so embarrassed to open your mouth to ask for it?" Chen Xingye said, "I really like to buy ten or eight online. You can't even wear it on your head."

"I want this." Chen Linhu closed the closet door.

Chen Xingye sat on the bed and didn't say a word for a long time. The middle-aged and elderly version of Lianliankan on his mobile phone was completely lost.

"I may have to be busy at night. Can you sleep with the desk lamp on?" Chen Linhu opened his laptop and did not continue the topic just now. "Or I can go to the living room to do it."

Now he doesn't force Chen Xingye to accept his sexual orientation, and he doesn't even want to think about whether his father has already guessed something.

After experiencing the mess in Zhang Xun's family, Chen Linhu realized that it would be a sad thing if the relatives had to please each other to maintain the relationship.

"You still not sleeping so late?" Chen Xingye asked with a glance at him.

"There is a manga outsourcing that needs trial drafts. It's not too much. After finishing the drawing, I will go to bed after drawing for today's practice." Chen Linhu looked at the time, "It's probably midnight."

Chen Xingye knew nothing about Chen Linhu's hobbies, so he never thought that painting would be so troublesome: "Isn't it just filling in the color and drawing a line? It's so late?"

"You should be Chen Tong's coloring book." Chen Linhu was a little amused, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, "I'll go to the living room."

"Just draw here." Chen Xingye patted the table, unhappy, "Your grandfather gets up to drink water at night, don't scare him anymore. You said that you have been doing this every day, and your study time has been delayed."

If Chen Linhu heard this sentence before, he would have to talk back, but now he didn't respond. He connected to the drawing board and sent a few messages to Zhang Xun while receiving the draft documents.

The son said to himself that Chen Xingye was angry, but now that the son was silent, Chen Xingye was a little bit lost and dazed. He pressed the phone off and pulled the quilt to lie down. After a while, he said, "You loved drawing when you were young. I don’t even know how I developed this hobby.”

In fact, there were some words behind, such as "I'm all delayed on this hobby", "I will regret it sooner or later if I eat my hobby", but Chen Xingye swallowed it all.

Chen Linhu didn't say a word, and opened the manuscript with CSP. While waiting for the loading process, he touched the mints given by Zhang Xun from the table, and said in a calm tone, "When I was young, I won an award for drawing, and you two took me to McDonald's."

"Really?" Chen Xingye was stunned for a few seconds, "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes," Chen Linhu said with a piece of candy in his mouth, moving his pen on the hand-painted board, "I also promised to win the prize next time, so I will accompany me to buy the crayons that come in a small painting box, but then you all forgot. "

His tone was very flat, this matter has already been turned over by Chen Linhu.He doesn't care about the things that have passed, and of course he can't talk about making up for the lack of childhood, he is just stating the facts.

But Chen Xingye couldn't answer for a long time, he really didn't remember this.

There are so many things he doesn't remember, and sometimes he even feels that Chen Linhu has grown up overnight, and the process in the middle is blurred by a string of ellipses.

The feeling of looking for an answer and turning to the end but finding that the standard answer only has the word "秘" is too empty, and Chen Xingye barely reacted.

At that time, both he and Lin Hongyu had just started their careers, and both of them were busy going around. The son lost his nanny when he was a child, and gave him money when he was older.

Although stubborn!

Chen Linhu didn't hear Chen Xingye's answer, so he didn't speak anymore, and continued to think about how the senior should send him the trial draft.

This senior is very optimistic about Chen Linhu, and he is willing to give a hand to his juniors, and specially chooses manuscripts that will be of great help to Chen Linhu.

Today’s comics are basically assembly line projects, roughly divided into drafts, line drafts, coloring, and several later steps. Drafts can also be divided into two steps: storyboarding and fine drafting. These can be completed by different people, just like factories. It's like a job here.

The assistant is only responsible for one link and does not make an overall attempt. It is easy for the painting skills to stand still, and slowly smooth out the inspiration and sensitivity of the person.

The outsourcing to Chen Linhu by the seniors was the fine-graining part. In fact, it was in consideration that Chen Linhu needed to improve on the storyboarding, so that when he took over the fine-graining, he could learn how an experienced chief writer handled the storyboarding.

Knowing this, Chen Linhu took it very seriously, and read the reference painting style and requirements given by the senior several times before proceeding.

After he finished drawing half of the trial draft and stretched himself, Chen Xingye next to him said "Hey".

"Scare me!" Chen Linhu almost jumped up, "Why don't you sleep?"

"That's the way you talk to your dad?!" Chen Xingye said in a low voice while lying on the bed, "Look at your guts!"

Chen Linhu was really impatient to talk to Chen Xingye: "What's the matter?"

"That's it, cough." Chen Xingye's face was sullen, his tone was not very good, "What are you drawing all day long? Let me see."

Chen Linhu didn't react, for a moment he thought he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night, and looked at Chen Xingye like he was crazy.

"Let me see what shit you can draw!" Chen Xingye said again.

This time it's his dad.Chen Linhu thought with a sullen face. Seeing that Chen Xingye had got up from the bed and half leaned on it, he reluctantly picked up the tablet and showed him the latest submission he had saved on it: "This is drawn by myself. I submitted it. Some platform games, but no response yet."

Chen Xingye didn't quite understand, but he pretended to be knowledgeable, and he held it to read.

Chen Linhu was actually a little nervous. The feeling of waiting for Chen Xingye's evaluation came back when he was a child. He sat on the chair and tried his best not to turn his head to see his father's face. a message.

Without saying anything, he took a photo of the fat cat pressing on his stomach, with the words: [Your brother is sinking again. ]

Recently, when they were in the bedroom, they kicked Brother Hu out. In order to seal and appease them, they opened cans of snacks from time to time. like.

Chen Linhu's slightly depressed mood recovered, and he couldn't help but smile a little, and replied to Zhang Xun's message.

"Have you eaten bee excrement? What are you enjoying secretly?" There was very little content in the chapter, and Chen Xingye finished it after reading it a few times. It's over without watching?"

There was still some meaning in his tone, Chen Linhu was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly said: "This is the final manuscript of the submission, and the rest are the ones that were rejected before, and there are a few small comics about cats and cranes."

"Well, let me take a look." Chen Xingye sat up a little more, and turned back with the tablet, "Is anyone watching your paintings?"

"Why is no one looking at my paintings?" Chen Linhu also said.

Chen Xingye hated his arrogant tone: "You have to put this experience on your studies, not to mention the postgraduate entrance examination. At that time, the college entrance examination was not enough to—"

Chen Linhu's face suddenly changed. He has already passed the hurdle of failing the college entrance examination, but it doesn't mean he can accept the matter again naturally.

During this year in Baoxiang Normal University, although there were rubbish like Fang Qing and Hu Weiming, but there were also a group of brothers from 307 who talked with each other, and there were teachers and seniors like Tong Fei and Shen Xin who took care of them. Chen Linhu actually had a happy life More.

But Chen Xingye didn't understand these things, and if he didn't understand them, in Chen Linhu's view, he would only overthrow them completely.

Chen Xingye knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, frowned and closed his mouth. Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to read the manga. After flipping through it for a while, it disappeared. What came out was a photo. I don’t know when it was taken. I can only see It is the silhouette of a man in the light.

"Who is this?" Chen Xingye sat up straight.

Chen Linhu glanced at it, and his heart skipped a beat. This is Zhang Xun he took. Because he thought it looked good, he took this photo as a screen saver for a long time.

Seeing that his son didn't answer immediately, Chen Xingye stared at him closely, and asked again: "Did you take the picture?"

Chen Linhu took the tablet and closed it, and said in a deep voice, "I took a model."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and there was a suppressed emotion between the father and son.

"I wanted to ask in the afternoon." Chen Xingye's voice was a little dry and dull, and he was still staring at Chen Linhu, "Did you fight with Xiao Zhang or something? Why did his lips break?"

Chen Linhu looked at the photo posted by Zhang Xun on the computer screen, and turned his head to look at Chen Xingye after a while: "Dad, what do you want me to answer?"

"How do you think you can answer?" Chen Xingye hammered down the table, "Do you still know that I am your father?! You have to explain to me today, what did I say to Chen Linhu in high school, I—"

"I'm not from high school anymore," Chen Linhu said with half-cast eyes, "It has nothing to do with others, I know what I want, and I can bear the consequences."

Chen Xingye's anger burned to Tianling Gai in a flash. Before he could jump up, he heard the door of Old Chen's bedroom opened, and a series of kicking footsteps walked into the toilet, and he kicked back after he finished , and thought he was whispering: "Stay up late again, does this little bastard know what sudden death is?"

The two people in the room kept their mouths shut, old man Chen was getting old, whether it was Chen Xingye's guess or the fact in Chen Linhu's heart, they were both afraid that the old man would not be able to stand another good or bad.

If it was just a vague suspicion before, the shadow in Chen Xingye's heart now had a clear outline, which made his chest tight, flustered, and his head was in a mess.

Chen Linhu was also in a mess, mainly because he didn't expect Chen Xingye to be so perceptive and to involve Zhang Xun.

It was Chen Linhu's plan to solve his own family affairs by himself, but it was not easy to deal with it when it came to him.

The father and son stalemate for a moment, Chen Xingye slapped Chen Linhu on the back, and cursed in a low voice: "You bastard, who do you want to piss off?!"

Chen Linhu didn't say a word, but his back was burning with pain.

Chen Xingye's own hands were hurting enough, he picked up the thin quilt like a bastard, and lay down without moving.

The warmth that the father and son felt when they were reading the manga just now seemed to have never existed, and it disappeared completely.

The author has something to say:

Chen Xingye's internal alarm bell rang loudly, but it rang in vain (the dog's head