muddy boy

In just one year, two elderly people left the second unit, which inevitably created bad associations. When Chen Linhu first received a call from Zhang Xun, he wished he could fly to the hospital.

Old Chen fell in the small yard of his home. Because he was wearing thick clothes, he didn’t have any serious problems, but after all, his bones are brittle. After taking a picture, he found that his calf bone was cracked and his toe was broken. He was lying on the bed with a plaster cast. I can't move, and my spirit is a little tired. I was drowsy while playing with my mobile phone, but I was frightened awake by my grandson who entered the house with a blood-stained and disheveled face.

Chen Linhu seemed to think he wasn't scared enough, his eyes were like X-rays, and he shaved old Chen's head up and down, confirming that everything was fine except his legs, then he gasped for breath and fell down on the chair, his eyes were very red.

"Crazy? Got into a fight or robbed money?" Old Chen rubbed the dried blood on Chen Linhu's face, "You're about to lose!"

The grandpa and grandson were frightened at each other, Chen Linhu was a little speechless, but he felt a little more relaxed when he saw that old Chen was still talking nonsense: "How are you? Why did you fall? Do you feel okay now?"

"If I know how I fell, I won't fall. I was doing exercises in the yard. I probably slipped and fell on the snow. I couldn't get up at the time." Old Chen took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes in frustration. My own braised egg head, "I really can't accept the old..."

"Didn't you say you were middle-aged two days ago?" Zhang Xun walked in from the door after making a phone call, moved a chair and sat down beside Chen Linhu with a smile, "What's wrong with your head?"

Chen Linhu couldn't feel it anymore, he scratched at the wound: "I fell when I ran over, what happened to your leg?"

Before Zhang Xun could speak, Old Chen had already answered, "He jumped off a building!"

"Turn down from the balcony," Zhang Xun saw that Chen Linhu's gaze seemed to be nailed to his body, and explained, "Actually, it's not very high, it just rubbed against his legs."

He came to say hello to old Mr. Chen as usual in the morning, but when he opened the door, he found that the old man was lying on the ground and could not get up. The courtyard wall between the courtyards jumped to the ground, and my leg was scratched at that time.

At that time, Old Chen fell, but his head was still awake. When he saw Zhang Xun rushing down like he was filming a martial arts movie, he was afraid that he would kill himself. .Zhang Xun asked the old man about his situation, opened the door from the house, and called an ambulance to take the old man to the nearest hospital, only to find that his leg hurts.

"I'm so scared that my blood pressure is about to rise." Old Chen patted him out of bed several times. "You two are not young anymore, are you at the age of jumping up and down? Those legs! The legs of your trousers are soaked with blood. Are you I really want to be my roommate in the ward!"

Chen Linhu's scalp tingled when he heard that, even though he knew that Zhang Xun's skills were good, he never thought that he would feel like jumping down from the second floor, bending down to lift his trouser legs: "Let me see how big the wound is."

He was startled and terrified all the way, and the tension in his heart didn't know where to stretch it, and his tone and movements showed some unconcealable anxiety and intimacy.

"You dealt with it before you came here." Zhang Xun avoided his hand, smiled flatly, and only stared at Chen Linhu with his eyes, "Uncle Chen's doctor suggested staying in the hospital for half a month first. To be more precise, yes, the blood pressure is also a bit high, and you have to regulate your diet after you leave the hospital, you have to take your time eating big fish and meat."

Only then did Chen Linhu realize that Old Chen was still watching, and hurriedly looked at Old Chen's expression.

Old Chen didn't respond. He was yawning. He was old. It was not easy to get down after being shocked, frightened, and injured. In addition, he was depressed when Uncle Liao passed away a while ago, and his spirit was not what it used to be. After two sentences, I started to feel sleepy.

Both Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun didn't want to leave, and each asked for leave to stay with them in the ward, but someone had to go home first to pack up the laundry and get something, and this task fell on Chen Linhu.

"Among the three of us, you are the only one with good legs and feet. Teacher Zhang and I are crippled to varying degrees. His leg was stuttered just after running for two trips, and then it was worn away." There are as many as before, and after calming down, I will direct the overall situation, "Go back and bring the pajamas I often wear, two books, and bring your thick trousers. Teacher Zhang's trousers are useless... Yes, the jacket Bring a thick one too, what do you think he is wearing?"

Because of the emergency, Zhang Xun came down wearing a sweater. Fortunately, it was warm inside the hospital so he didn't freeze into a popsicle.

Chen Linhu was a little worried, and the old head Chen waved his hand again: "Go and get it. There are always people around me. Teacher Zhang talks more than you anyway!"

For this reason, Chen Linhu, who talked less but choked, had no choice but to hurry up and go home to get his things. Before leaving, he took off his coat and put it on Zhang Xun's back before he could react: "Put this on first. Go back and get clean."

His coat was covered in muddy water from rolling down the stairs, but the side that was close to the skin was warm and clean.

Zhang Xun wished he could get away with it. Chen Linhu was really anxious about all kinds of loopholes in his mind, and he didn't care to cover up in front of the old head Chen, so he ran out of the ward with his mobile phone.

After the clothes were approved, it would be hypocritical to chase after them and send them back. Zhang Xun could only get along with old Chen with his calm expression, but his heart felt weak.

Ever since he realized that Old Chen might have noticed, Zhang Xun's mood was very complicated. Apart from asking about Old Chen's physical condition as usual, he basically didn't hang around in front of him very much every day, for fear that the old man might be calculating.

Now there were only the two of them left, and with Chen Linhu's disturbance, Zhang Xun suddenly didn't know how to get along with old Chen Tou naturally.

"Shall I get some hot water?" Zhang Xun was about to get up.

"What are you busy with, the little wounded man running errands for the old wounded man?" Old Chen turned off his mobile phone and put it on the bedside, patted the chair close to him to let Zhang Xun sit down, took his hand and said with a smile, "I just said I I'm so picky, I didn't let so many people rent the second floor, I only agreed when you came—look, the rent is right!"

Zhang Xun didn't know if he had other meanings when he said these things, but the three words "it's not wrong" made him feel relieved, and he felt a bit sore and sleepy when he was tense and then suddenly relaxed.

Perhaps these three words are just casual words to old Chen Tou, but to Zhang Xun, it is an amnesty to ease the guilt and apology deep in his heart.

Who doesn't like this old man.

It was a bit far from the general hospital to the family home, and because of the cold weather and slippery roads, Chen Linhu packed a simple change of clothes at four or five in the afternoon, and went back to the hospital with clean clothes for Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun stayed at the hospital here, and old Chen got a good night's sleep. The two of them waited for Chen Linhu to come back, but they didn't expect that it was Chen Xingye and Chen Linhu who opened the door.

Chen Xingye was terrified when he answered the phone at work in the morning, so he hurriedly asked for leave and drove to Baoxiang. Because he walked in a hurry, he knocked off the door frame. Face to face with his son at the entrance of the hospital.

Chen Linhu was taken aback by his father's protruding forehead, while Chen Xingye was speechless by his son's haggard and sallow face. The father and son couldn't quarrel, so they just told everything on the way here.

The four people in the room bumped their heads with their lame legs, their eyes met, and it was a bit funny.

Chen Xingye had already heard everything from his son, and he was in a complicated mood.He knows Chen Linhu very well, and he doesn't even bother to give an adjective when he speaks. It can be seen that he didn't blow up Zhang Xun for any purpose. He really helped him a lot. He also stayed in the hospital to watch over old Chen, sharing a lot of Chen Linhu's work. .

Seeing Zhang Xun at this moment, Chen Xingye couldn't put on airs because of emotion and reason. He first asked the old head Chen about the situation before entering the room, then turned his head and said to Zhang Xun: "Thank you, I heard Huzi say that if you want It's not you, his grandfather doesn't know what to do at the moment."

Zhang Xun smiled at Chen Xingye: "It's okay."

"What's wrong with your head?" Old Chen asked strangely, "Why does it look like it has horns?"

Chen Xingye pulled a chair and sat down beside his bed: "When I came here, I bumped into the door frame, so I got a bag. How about you, I told you to move in and live with me, this time we really need to discuss it..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt someone squeezed into the chair between himself and Zhang Xun.

Chen Linhu pushed Zhang Xun and Chen Xingye apart with a bag of things across the bar, sat in the middle by himself, first handed the books and radio to Old Chen, and then took out the trousers he brought to Zhang Xun: "Change!" This one."

Chen Xingye: "..." What do you mean?

The veins on his forehead twitched and twitched, but this time he forced himself to hold back.

There were three people sitting side by side beside the bed on the side of Old Chen's head, all tall and bowed their heads. He looked at this and that, and couldn't help but said: "I feel so bad for you three, why are you saying goodbye to the corpse? ?”

The three people have different personalities and contradictory relationships, but now they all say in unison: "Bah, bah, bah!"

"Hey!" Old Chen felt disgusted, "This drool!"

When Chen Xingye arrived at Baoxiang, he originally wanted to preside over the overall situation, but he didn't expect to stand on his feet in the ward before he realized that everything had been arranged properly. Zhang Xun paid for the medicine and Chen Linhu hired a nurse so that someone could take care of them when they were away. Chen Xingye was not considered.

Because the appointment with the nurse was on the second day, Chen Linhu helped Chen Linhu take care of all the actions that day, he went to the toilet, served tea and water, and was responsible for ordering the old Chen to stop thinking about braised pork rice .Chen Xingye couldn't get in the way or talk, so he turned out to be a trickster.

You are upset when your son finds things for you, and you are even more upset when your son does not need you.

Zhang Xun stayed with him until seven or eight in the evening. When the wound on his leg stopped hurting, he got up and went to the bathroom to change his pants. Chen Linhu followed him into the bathroom to help re-disinfect and change the gauze. Shengsheng held back the conversation, this is really not the time to talk about other things.

Chen Linhu wanted to stay with him at night, and Chen Xingye was worried about the grandparents, so he also stayed behind.Zhang Xun was persuaded to go back. He was exhausted after the day, so he really had to go home and take a nap.

He told the time to come back tomorrow, and then he went out with the trousers he had changed and Chen Linhu's mud-stained coat. When he was about to reach the elevator, someone behind him called him, and Chen Xingye chased him out from the ward. Looking at him is a bit complicated.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Zhang Xun stood still.

Chen Xingye's complexion was not very good, but at least he was able to put on a proper look: "Is your leg okay? How about I drive you back home."

"It's okay, a small injury, just rent it out." Zhang Xun could hear the ease in Chen Xingye's tone, but he didn't say anything more. He really didn't have much affection for Chen Xingye. He's a bastard who doesn't understand anything like his father, but he has dereliction of duty, and what's more, Chen Xingye still refuses to admit his dereliction of duty.

Chen Xingye's impression of Zhang Xun was not bad - except for his relationship with his son.Chen Xingye said "hmm": "In this way, I will pay you back how much money you have advanced. Today is really troublesome for you."

"No need." Zhang Xun refused.

Chen Xingye: "You can't let someone else pay for it."

The outsiders pronounced their words clearly, and they didn't know if it was intentional.

"No need," Zhang Xun said with a nonchalant smile, "Uncle, no matter what you think of me, my helping Uncle Chen is not just because he is Huzi's grandfather."

What he said already did not give Chen Xingye any room for maneuver, and even a little bluntly did not give Chen Xingye any face.

Before Chen Xingye could speak again, Zhang Xun said again: "If you really want to compensate me for something, why don't you spend more time with Huzi and Uncle Chen these few days. If you have anything to do, wait until Uncle Chen is discharged from the hospital. Hu My son is too tired these days, you should look at him more, no matter how stubborn and strong he is, he is your son after all."

Chen Xingye was a little speechless by what he said.During this period of time, when he went home and saw his youngest son, he couldn't help but think of the words Chen Linhu said after he slapped him—"I watched Chen Tong grow up with his parents, have you ever thought about my son?" Feeling".

I didn't think about it at the time, and I don't know what to think about it now.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Xun just smiled, walked into the elevator and went downstairs.

When Chen Xingye returned to the ward, old Chen was already asleep. Chen Linhu lay beside him, took out the tablet in the bag that Zhou Zhuangzhuang sent in the afternoon, and took the time to draw the unfinished homework.

Under the light, Chen Linhu's face was not very healthy, and Chen Xingye couldn't remember the last time he saw his face like this.

"Dad," Chen Linhu heard the movement and looked back at him, "it's not easy to rest here, you should go home later. I'll call you if you have something to do, don't come so early tomorrow, Zhang Xun is here, but he has to go to work in the afternoon , I have class at four o'clock and I have to go back to school, so you can come at that time. You don't need to help my grandfather if you have a bad waist, just ask the nurse to help. "

It was rare for Chen Xingye to hear Chen Linhu explain a long list of things to him so calmly, covering everything—I still remembered his waist problem—and everywhere made him feel one thing: Chen Linhu was no longer just something he could just pinch. It can become a child in the shape he is satisfied with.

It was a big deal for old Chen to be hospitalized. The old and young people in the second unit were alarmed and came to visit one after another. Even Duan Qiao brought Ning Xiaomeng here twice.

The old man had been in the hospital for less than a week, and the visitor list was full.

Chen Linhu basically stays with him in the ward except during class time. In the morning, Zhang Xun comes to take care of him and let Chen Linhu go back to sleep. Sometimes when there are classes in the morning, he goes directly from the hospital to school.

After suffering so much without a break, not only did his half-green complexion remain unrelieved, but there was also a smudge of light blue under his eyes.

Sometimes Chen Xingye fell asleep on the side of the bed, and when he opened his eyes again, Chen Linhu was still sitting beside him drawing.It's not unreasonable for old Chen to be afraid of his sudden death, and now Chen Xingye is also afraid of losing his son in middle age.

Fortunately, Zhang Xun had figured out Chen Linhu's temper. When he came here in the morning, he was able to drive Chen Linhu away and drive him home to sleep. Reduce the amount of time you spend alone together.

In fact, there is no need for him to reduce it. Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun have not gotten along much in private in the past week. Zhang Xun also has a job. Switching back and forth between identities, it is only at the weekend that I can take a breather.

On Friday, Chen Linhu edited another version of the manuscript, handed in his homework, and helped Old Chen head to the bathroom. After watching him fall asleep, he left the ward and lay on the chair in the public area of ​​the inpatient department to pant. Tone.

"It's not worth it, you," Zhang Xun went upstairs with two pancakes, one for Chen Linhu, and after groping in his pocket, he even took out a bottle of Red Bull, "Bubu."

Chen Linhu grabbed the pancake fruit and took a bite, then sneered at Red Bull: "No need. How is the wound on your leg?"

The young man recovered quickly. The wound on Zhang Xun's leg from when he jumped off the building had long since healed, and it was just itchy. Because the area was a bit large, it became even more itchy when he fell off the scratch, and he couldn't help scratching it.

"It's starting to fall." Zhang Xun sat down next to him, and also ate the pancake fruit, which was their supper. "It's very itchy."

Chen Linhu scratched Zhang Xun's thigh through his trousers.

Zhang Xun looked at him like he was looking at some hooligan.

"Scratch it for me." Chen Linhu half drooped his eyes from staying up all night, and said seriously.

"No need!" Zhang Xun responded with Chen Linhu's words just now, "You don't have any more scars on your forehead, just enjoy it secretly, and forget about the trouble yourself, and the trouble is on my leg."

The wound on Chen Linhu's head was also scarred, and he was drowsy when he was sleeping, and somehow he rubbed it off by himself.

He has scars all over his body, one more is not much, but he can't bear to hear Zhang Xun say that he has scars, so he straightened up and wanted to lift Zhang Xun's trouser legs: "What's wrong? Will there really be scars?"

Zhang Xun stomped his legs to prevent him from watching. Both of them had been tired for a few days, and it seemed like children were playing to relax now. They were having a good time, when suddenly someone stood in front of them. , said in a low voice: "What are you two doing!"

Chen Linhu raised his head and saw Chen Xingye who had just woken up. His father hurriedly stood in front of the two of them, but looked left and right to scan the surrounding people, as if he was afraid that someone would follow him, so he quickly put Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun was blocked.

"Don't do anything," Chen Linhu lost all his joy just now, "Just kidding, what do you think you're doing?"

Zhang Xun looked at Chen Xingye in surprise.

After all, it was his own father, his first reaction was not to slap Chen Linhu, but to block his son.

Chen Xingye was pushed down by his son, and he was so angry that he couldn't get angry in front of Zhang Xun, so he grabbed Chen Linhu's neckline and lifted him up from the chair: "Get out of here!"

Chen Linhu was not a vegetarian, he earned it from Chen Xingye's hands, his expression didn't change, and he told Zhang Xun, "It's okay, you can go back."

After speaking, he followed Chen Xingye back to the ward with a steady gait.

Old Chen was already fast asleep. Two days ago, he had a patient in this house, but he was discharged soon, and now he is alone. He snored uncontrollably, and he was hard of hearing, so he couldn't be woken up easily.

Chen Xingye closed the door, looked at Chen Linhu for a few seconds, and took a deep breath: "I have made an agreement with Zhu Dan in the past few days, and when your grandfather's legs are fully healed, he will take care of us."

"You have to discuss this with my grandfather." Chen Linhu said coldly.

"Nonsense! What kind of old are you to discuss with you?!" Chen Xingye was always easily pissed off by his son, suppressing his high blood pressure, "When your grandfather goes to my place, just take a The building is also rented out.”

Chen Linhu didn't react for a while.

Chen Xingye continued: "When the time comes, I will give you this car. You will stay there and drive home every weekend. You can stay at home and see your father. As soon as you graduate from senior year, go back to take the public examination. I checked the major, and it’s okay to work hard.”

"What about the second floor?" Chen Linhu asked.

"Second floor..." Chen Xingye's expression struggled for a moment, but he finally nodded and said in a slow tone, "As long as Xiao Zhang needs it, he can live there forever."

Chen Linhu suddenly smiled.

He found that his father's brain circuit was very interesting. At first he wanted to drive Zhang Xun away, but later he realized that it was a bit unreasonable to do so, so he changed his mind and pulled his son away, which not only ensured the physical distance , and thought he had made compensation.

He really thought a lot these days, but he never thought about whether Chen Linhu would like it or not.

"Why?" Chen Linhu raised his eyelids and said coldly, "Why do you have to do this?"

"Because I'm your father!" Chen Xingye thought he was considerate, but he didn't expect Chen Linhu's attitude to be like this. He was so angry when he saw it in his eyes. He wished he could kill this stubborn donkey right now, and said angrily with a slap, "Why? You don't know why in your heart?"

Before the slap fell, another voice rang out in the room: "Isn't it because he's in a relationship and you don't agree?"

Both Chen Linhu and Chen Xingye were stunned by this voice. Chen Linhu's heart suddenly became tense, and he turned his head to look over. Old Chen woke up at some point, and looked at this side with a calm expression. He didn't know how much he had listened. .

"He never cared about whether you divorced or not," old Chen said again, "You don't care who he's dating, do you?"

After saying this, there was a dead silence in the room.

Zhang Xun outside the house stood at the door, his ears were buzzing. Although he had already guessed in his heart, he was still at a loss when it was really pierced.

Chen Linhu felt his legs go weak, and he took two steps towards Old Chen, but he didn't dare to move forward.

"...Dad," Chen Xingye was the first to come back to his senses, and whispered incredulously, "He's crazy and you're making him crazy? Are you really doing it for him?! He's always messing with men Come together—"

Old Chen shouted violently: "Chen Xingye, take a good look at your son! Did he tell you when he fell and got tired? No! You don't care, you keep saying that you are good for him. When he grows up, you No fertilization or soil loosening, now that it has grown, you come here with a saw to cut off the offshoots you don’t like on him, where are you going when it’s time for you to be a father?! You don’t care about his growth I care if I’m tired or not! I can’t let go of my life. When I fall down, I think of you slapping him in the mouth. I don’t feel relieved when I die! You can try hitting him today. , I'm not finished with you!"

There are indeed intergenerational relatives, but old Chen Tou and Chen Linhu are not the same, they are not related by blood.

Chen Linhu was not a child who would please adults since he was a child, his mouth was not sweet, and his brain was not very active in interpersonal relationships. When his parents threw him by his side at the beginning, he couldn't sleep at night thinking about his mother. He would rather hug him. I don't make trouble with old Chen when I cry secretly under the quilt, and I don't call my parents to find trouble.

Once old Chen coaxed him and asked him why he didn't call his parents. His grandson replied seriously that his parents were busy, so he had to be good.

After that day, Old Chen began to call Chen Xingye twice a day, and at night he would sleep with his arms around Chen Linhu. The grandpa and grandson lay on the mat and slept awkwardly. Old Chen just watched Chen Linhu grow up like this. The only one who was happy just looking at him, not wanting him to look a certain way.

This man loves him relentlessly.

Chen Linhu's eyes were filled with tears, afraid that old Chen would be angry, so he walked to his bedside and held his hand: "It's okay, sir, don't be angry, don't be angry."

"Come on," Old Chen beckoned, and hugged Chen Linhu who was leaning over, "Grandpa doesn't know much, but he can understand when you are happy and when you are unhappy. You are happy, as long as you don't hurt the world and don't hinder others, Grandpa Just be happy, you know, Huzi?"

"I know," Chen Linhu heard his choked up voice, and buried his head in Old Chen's arms, "I know."

Chen Xingye seemed to have completely lost his mind, he didn't know who to be angry with, and he didn't know what was going on with the sadness in his heart, his lips moved, and he said after a long time: "Dad, you know his future path like this How hard is it to walk? There are some bastards who want to poke his back and make jokes!"

"Then you don't want to be the one who pokes the spine!" Old Chen said, "It's not your fault that you can't decide what other people think. If Huzi blames you for this, I'll be the first to slap him, but you can decide What kind of person do you want to be? Xingye, you have already made a choice between your own career and your own son. Now you have another chance to choose. Go back and think about it, just like I made the choice back then The time is the same, choose an option that you will never regret until you die."

Chen Xingye was speechless for a while, and slowly chewed out the answer to a question that he had never dared to ask for so many years - even if there is no blood relationship between father and son, Chen Mingli has never regretted it.

The author has something to say:

I have already said that Old Chen is a pure man!

Chen Xingye can't compare to Old Chen in terms of being a father, but he is still several times higher than Zhang Haisheng...