muddy boy

After all, Chen Linhu didn't go to the sofa that looked so delicate compared to his height. Zhang Xun gave him a reason that he couldn't refuse, but felt that he was a fool who was tricked.

"I'm trying to treat mild cleanliness recently," Zhang Xun vowed, "I decided to fight poison with poison. You are part of the treatment now, so don't even think about sleeping on the sofa on the floor. The floor is trampled by brother Hu who doesn't wash his feet after planing the sand." , the sofa made Brother Hu vomit after eating hair cream."

This time it was Chen Linhu's turn to respond: "I was sitting on the sofa just now, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Ah," Zhang Xun said, "Didn't I ask you to change your clothes?"

Chen Linhu didn't bother to break up with him, so he looked at Zhang Xun more to confirm that he really didn't mind, and then made the bed again.

There are all sorts of miscellaneous books, ranging from obscure genres to novels that Chen Linhu has read, and there are also many comics mixed in. Chen Linhu saw a thick dictionary, took it out and put it on the training table: "Here , Your culture is a brick."

When Zhang Xun saw his "Modern Chinese Dictionary", it took him a few seconds to understand what "Cultural Banerzhuan" meant, and he couldn't help laughing: "It's quite similar, and you can name it quite well. Then my iron crutch what is it call?"

"Iron Rod of Knowledge," Chen Linhu made up a random name, "Didn't you just take this last time, why did you change your equipment this time?"

Zhang Xun was amused by his serious and nonsensical appearance, and the cigarette was shaking in his mouth: "Where can I beat with a stick every time, if I really hit something wrong, I should be unlucky, and I have to cause trouble for the opposite door."

"That guy comes here often?" Chen Linhu heard the point.

"Basically, I've seen it a few times." Zhang Xun sat on the chair in front of the table, crossed his legs, and played with the lighter on the table with one hand. "Come here if you don't have money, and sometimes come if you drink too much."

Chen Linhu didn't live in the family compound of Baoxiang City for too long. Since he was a child, he lived with his parents in a community where the neighbors didn't interact with each other. He rarely saw such troublesome people, so he frowned in disgust: "Nobody cares?"

"Don't worry, I don't care," Zhang Xun said disapprovingly, "I've had fights and quarrels, you've seen Brother Feng on the fourth floor, you've also made a move, you've even reported to the police, you've been locked up for a few days and then released, there's nothing you can do about it. I can help you if you come here to make trouble, he went to Aunt Ding's unit to stop him on Ding Yule's way from school, can you help?"

As soon as Chen Linhu realized that he had actually underestimated the degree of shamelessness, it was as disgusting as eating a fly.

This place is completely opposite to the city where Chen Linhu grew up with indifferent neighbors. People are close and naughty, warm-hearted and philistine, full of smoke and dirt, like a small room full of nostalgic sundries, nostalgic but full of dust.

Thinking of Jiang Xiangdong's greasy face, Chen Linhu was annoyed, but he didn't want to chew his tongue about it, so he sat on the packed bed with his mouth pursed.

"You don't have to care about it," Zhang Xun looked at him and smiled, "Some people are like this. If you don't beat him to death, he will be disgusting to death. But if you really beat him to death, you will become If you kill a bad guy, he can drag you down with his own power."

Chen Linhu was heartbroken, and he didn't look away from Zhang Xun's comfort, but because what Zhang Xun said seemed to be too correct, he was even more troubled.

He let out a "hmm", leaned against the head of the bed, picked up a book and glanced at it twice. The words on the pages of the book were crawling like ants, and Chen Linhu had to read the notes for a long time.

Zhang Xun saw that Chen Linhu's expression became more tense, and he didn't know whether he was disgusted by the late-night farce just now, or was irritable because of the brick book he was reading. Shaking the mouse, he was about to revise the manuscript he wrote before going out.

"Did I hit too hard just now?" Chen Linhu's voice sounded.

Zhang Xun was stunned: "What?"

"It was too hard." Chen Linhu raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a low voice, "Would that man come to your opposite door?"

Under the soft-colored light, Chen Linhu's facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of soft silk, and his eyes showed an ancient color like raw jade. Perhaps it was because of the light and his low questioning tone that he showed his sharpness on weekdays. His eyes were frozen, leaving only harmless confusion.

Zhang Xun thought to himself, no matter how high the combat effectiveness is in a fight, it can't help this kid figure out many problems in life.

Naturally, there is no need to consider these issues when punching, but his heart is not a hard fist, Chen Linhu must have a soft heart, and he will worry about the next trouble for others after helping to solve one problem in the middle of the night.

"You're looking for trouble if you don't hit him." Zhang Xun's voice dropped involuntarily, "Don't take what Brother Feng said to you."

In the corridor just now, Mr. Xiao Feng mentioned when he was driving people upstairs, saying that Chen Linhu beat people too hard, so he should be more careful next time, so as not to be blackmailed.

Chen Linhu felt a little uncomfortable with Xiao Feng and his wife. He had just told old Mr. Chen that he disliked Mrs. Feng's gossiping character. At night, her husband got involved in the fight. Although the fight was not thorough, he complained that Chen Linhu didn't consider it as a result of.

"No." Chen Linhu said sullenly. He couldn't read the book in his hand anymore. After reading a line of words three times, he couldn't spell out the complete content in his head, so he simply threw it back on the bed.

"It's useless to divert attention from boring ones." Zhang Xun touched the book from his hand and threw it over to Chen Linhu. "Look at this book. There are few words and there are pictures. Don't you study art? Read this."

The tone was very similar to Chen Xingye's characteristic fooling around when he coaxed Chen Linhu's three-year-old brother. Chen Linhu was not very happy with Zhang Xun's tone of inadvertently showing him as a kid, but he still grabbed the book and took a look. prince".

"That's just right. I can't read, but I have some books to read." Chen Linhu sat up halfway, took the pillow and put it behind his waist.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Xun said with a serious face, "I bought it after seeing people do sex with my own eyes. You should learn more about it."

Chen Linhu turned two pages. He had read this book. When Lin Hongyu rarely had time to take him to the city library, the book he saw in the children's department was not the same edition as the one in his hand.

He was still young at that time, and it was really rare to be able to read all the words. He turned his head and forgot what he was talking about. He only remembered that Lin Hongyu took him to the library. He was very happy, although Lin Hongyu did not follow her promise. Take him there next week.

Zhang Xun saw that under the light, Chen Linhu's irritable brows and eyes were slightly relieved, and his half-drooped eyelids had thick eyelashes, as if they had been painted with eyeliner, but they were not soft at all, and they were all deep and clear, with the outline of an adult male.

"Young landlord, I need to discuss something with you," Zhang Xun determined by instinct that Chen Linhu was in a better mood, and hurriedly said, "When you go out tomorrow, just forget about the shit that happened tonight. As if it never happened, If you see the swollen eyes and pale face of the people in the opposite door, just pretend you didn't see it, okay?"

Chen Linhu raised his eyelids to look at him.

"If you don't know, it's still helping." Zhang Xun smiled, "You also know that half of the things that support people's face are self-esteem, and the other half are lies and whitewashing."

Chen Linhu went through this sentence twice in his head, and understood what Zhang Xun meant.

He wanted him to pretend that this had never happened, and to act more natural in front of Ding Bifang's family. Ding Bifang's self-esteem might make it difficult for her to accept other people's condolences.

Chen Linhu has no objection to this point. Anyway, his principle of being a man is to talk less: "Oh." After a pause, he asked again, "Have you always handled things like this?"

Zhang Xun sighed: "Yes, I pretended to be doing my best."

Thinking of the way Ding Yule went out with a pair of swollen eyeballs that almost reached the lenses of his glasses a few days ago, and Zhang Xun didn't ask questions, Chen Linhu asked: "Do you have to pretend to be with a child?"

"The younger you are, the more you have to pretend." Zhang Xun imparted his experience, "The first thing an adult does is to make children unpredictable. When you were young, you never met your parents and said, 'You are too young to understand' Is it the case? Then maybe they can’t answer your question and are fooling you.”

Chen Linhu found that this person had a lot of knowledge in nonsense: "Can you stop calling us adults so dirty?"

"You have the heart of a villain, I haven't finished yet." Zhang Xun was amused by his tone of classifying himself as an adult, and continued to talk nonsense, "Sometimes pretending is because adults Sometimes it’s because the topic is too hurtful. A child will encounter countless sad things on the way to grow up. Some things you can pretend to be deaf and dumb to coax him, just pretend not to know. In fact, he In fact, he understands everything, but he may not need adults to treat him with pity."

This gossip mixed with ridicule seemed to make Zhang Xun very out of tune, but Chen Linhu heard some roundabout explanations from it.

Chen Linhu grew up so old, it was the first time he heard someone explain to him in a mocking and earnest way that "the filth of adults is not a complete filth", which felt quite fresh.

"Well," Chen Linhu looked at Zhang Xun's face and asked, "Are you really a teacher?"

Zhang Xun's hand on the mouse tightened, and after two seconds: "It used to be."

Before Chen Linhu could ask again, Zhang Xun's topic turned 180 degrees: "When do you start school?"

Even if Chen Linhu was not good at observing words and demeanor, he felt from Zhang Xun's blunt turning point that he didn't want to talk about his career, so he didn't ask any more, just said: "Report next week."

"That's coming soon." Zhang Xun's nerves relaxed a lot, and he leaned on the back of the chair and took a sip of coffee. "My part-time job is quite close to your school. Do you know which campus you major in?"

Chen Linhu turned a page of the book and said lightly: "I don't know."

Zhang Xun didn't have the thoughts to continue writing the manuscript for a while, and stretched his waist: "Did you check your major? What do you study, where do you live, is it on the official website or post bar?"

"Yes." Chen Linhu said, "I didn't check."

Zhang Xun stretched halfway, and subconsciously glanced at Chen Linhu.After hesitating for a while, he still asked, "Your family suggested that you apply for this major, or did you apply for it yourself?"

"This major is newly opened by this school this year," Chen Linhu said calmly, "I have a relatively high probability of being admitted to this program. My dad wants me to take the school and major that I can't get into."

After a pause, Chen Linhu twitched the corners of his mouth: "I won't be able to score more than ten points."

He is very aware of his level, if he is not at the bottom, he will not meet Chen Xingye's requirements for him.

The level line Chen Xingye set for him has been kept for 18 years, and the level line has gradually become a hanging rope, which often strangles him when he studies late at night, making him breathless.

After gradually discovering his mediocrity, the thought of "I'm not working hard enough" occupied his mind. Even if he was on a hanging rope, he wanted to stretch his neck and put his head on it. After the all-night senior year of high school, Chen Linhu realized that he had already He fled away from the city he was familiar with.

He fled his disappointment and shame in a speeding train.

The train carried him to a foggy future.

Zhang Xun choked on the smile that pulled the corner of his mouth. He said "Oh" and said nothing. He took a fountain pen and scratched a few times on the paper where he wrote the idea of ​​the manuscript.

Pretending to be deaf and dumb, whitewashing peace.

Chen Linhu felt that Zhang Xun was using the trick he used against Ding Yule to deal with him.

It didn't feel very good.In fact, Chen Linhu didn't expect to get any answer. He just relaxed in the air-conditioned room, relaxed under the warm light of the desk lamp, and relaxed under Zhang Xun's off-kilter attitude.

He didn't shut up as soon as he relaxed, which violated his code of conduct.

Chen Linhu pursed his lips, and continued to look at the book "The Little Prince" in his hand, and the illustration of the boa constrictor swallowing an elephant.

"Your school has two campuses, each with an old library and a new library," Zhang Xun said suddenly, "I've been in it before, and there are several versions of "The Little Prince" in the old library. If you like it, you can Borrow it."

Chen Linhu froze for a moment, then looked sideways at Zhang Xun.

"I've been to the new library a few times," Zhang Xun propped his face with one hand, looked at Chen Linhu, and said in a slow tone, "I've been there when it snows in winter, the door has a marble floor, and it's no better than ice skating after it snows and rains. It’s not much, and it can knock down hundreds of people in one afternoon. I guess you are going to the new campus, which is pretty good, and you have to skate for four years.”

"..." Chen Linhu couldn't tell whether this person was gloating, "Have you squatted at the door and counted the number of people?"

Zhang Xun: "I counted on my stomach when I almost died from the fall."

Imagine that on a marble floor in a snowy day, the crowd’s dumplings are plopping like a pot, and Zhang Xun, a black-hearted person, is lying on the bottom of the pot and counting heads.

Chen Linhu said sincerely: "If you want to count out loud, you may be beaten."

"Didn't I mention it to you in advance," Zhang Xun said, "You will have to wrestle in this place for four years in the future."

What he said was really inhumane, and Chen Linhu couldn't understand what Zhang Xun meant more and more.

It seems that he spent 18 years just to run and wrestle in front of the library.

In Chen Linhu's fuzzy future, one item suddenly became clear, insignificant but a bit funny.

"Why do you keep running to our school?" Chen Linhu asked.

"What 'your' school, you haven't reported it yet," Zhang Xun leaned back in his chair, and lightly stroked the air with his hand holding a cigarette, "It's an old school, and the old campus is all built in the 80s and [-]s. There is also an artificial lake. I originally wanted to see the scenery, but I didn’t expect it to be full of young couples. Since I found out that they are sticky in the rain on rainy days, and I have to fight with clams (frames) toads in the grass, I will not go gone."

Chen Linhu was curious: "Who will win, you or toad?"

"Have you ever seen a toad (frame)? It's so big." Zhang Xun made an exaggerated size comparison, and cast a sideways glance at Chen Linhu. "You won't do well even if you fight."

"Don't," Chen Linhu raised his eyebrows, "I don't do things like fighting toads."

Zhang Xun slapped the table: "Is this the war I started? It started first!"

The lighter jumped when he patted it, and even the fat cat who had just squeezed into the bedroom shook its ears.

Zhang Xun usually speaks slowly, coupled with his gentle smile with squinting eyes, he is full of ease in every aspect, and he pats the table as if he is slapping Xingmu. Chen Linhu couldn't hold back and laughed.

The smile on his face didn't go away, but Zhang Xun looked away, and the cigarette in his hand was in his mouth again.

"Why am I telling you this, sleep with you." Zhang Xun looked at the computer screen and chuckled, "Anyway, you have to see it with your own eyes. In four years, how many clams can you catch (frame) Toad."

For four years, you will catch toads, read books, and wrestle here.

Chen Linhu's thoughts were taken eight feet away by Zhang Xun's nonsense. In his mind, he outlined the artificial lake reflecting the old buildings, and the toad (frame) the size of a sandbag on a rainy day.

There was no voice in the room, and Zhang Xun tapped the keyboard. The clicking sound was like rain falling on the lake, hailstones hitting the heads of the young lovers, and jumping footsteps when fighting with the gangster.

The elephant and snake in the picture book gradually blurred, and Chen Linhu simply lay down on the pillow, covering his face with the picture book.

He is rarely nervous about his upcoming college life. Others are nervous about the new environment. He is nervous about wrestling in front of the library in winter, fighting with toads in rainy days, and he has to be wary of some uneasy and kind people watching the excitement .

In a daze, Chen Linhu felt the book on his face being gently moved away. He saw Zhang Xun's unclear outline through the slits of his eyes, probably because he was afraid that he would be awakened by the light. Hugging the ground in front of his eyes, the other hand went to lower the brightness of the desk lamp.

The hand covering his eyes was measured and did not touch Chen Linhu's skin, but he still smelled a little cigarette.

The smell was strange and warm, and Chen Linhu subconsciously wanted to turn his face away so as not to touch the scar on his brow, but the smell seemed to be the glue in a half-asleep dream, connecting him with toad (frame) toad, library , the little prince are stuck together.

The light dimmed, and he moved his hands away, but Chen Linhu heard his own vague voice: "... Zhang Xun, I don't bother with the smell of cigarettes."

He smokes whenever he wants, and he endures it like a bastard, taking a cigarette butt in his mouth to satisfy his cravings and pretending that he is blind.

Relying on his last willpower, he hugged the quilt and turned over, leaving the bed on the outside, so that Zhang Xun could finish his work and rest.

After a while, Chen Linhu heard Zhang Xun sigh.

"Hey," Zhang Xun said, "do you really think I'm a joke?"

Fragments of Chen Linhu's consciousness were in Zhang Xunqing's almost inaudible mumbling, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He seemed to hear the other party's ending with a rising tone, as if he was laughing, more like self-deprecating.

This time Chen Linhu fell into a deep and relaxed sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already daylight.

He was alone in the room, the double bed was occupied by Chen Linhu, and Zhang Xun's quilt and pillow were gone.

Chen Linhu sat on the bed and reacted for a while, turned on the air conditioner that was on his body at some point and was walked out of the bedroom, and found his tenant on the sofa.

The sofa can't fit Chen Linhu, and naturally it can't fit Zhang Xun, who is about the same height as him.

Zhang Xun put pillows on his back to make a slope, lay on his back and fell asleep on the sofa, his calves were hanging out of the armrest of the sofa, and the steel egg-like orange cat skillfully rolled into a ball, pressing on Zhang Xun's chest .

Chen Linhu didn't want to understand why Zhang Xun stayed on the sofa instead of sleeping on the bed, and felt a little uneasy seeing his awkward posture. He really didn't expect that he would run the owner into this place to spend the night.

Before going to sleep, the memory of Zhang Xun covering his eyes came out somehow, Chen Linhu was so light-hearted, he wanted to wake him up and go to sleep on the bed, walked over to pat Zhang Xun, and said in a low voice: "Hey, why are you sleeping here? ?”

Zhang Xun's sleeping face was expressionless, probably because he was dreaming of being pressed by a cat, and his brows were slightly furrowed. As soon as Chen Linhu's hand touched his arm, Zhang Xun jumped up like a whip.

Just heard a "boom".

It was the first time Chen Linhu knew that people could make such a loud noise when their heads collided with each other.

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Achievement achieved: Two-way kowtow.