muddy boy

The phone was placed quite far away, and Chen Linhu was awakened by the ringtone in a daze. He felt that Zhang Xun turned over and covered his head with the quilt, obviously unwilling to answer the phone.

The action of Chen Linhu letting Zhang Xun bury his head in his arms made him lose the idea of ​​getting up, so he raised his hand to cover Zhang Xun's ears, and prepared to go back to sleep again.

Zhang Xunle, who was half asleep and half awake, was woken up by the behavior of covering his ears and stealing the bell. He patted Chen Linhu's arm, stretched himself and got up to look out the window. The sunlight made him squint his eyes: "What time is it?"

"There's no class," Chen Linhu touched Zhang Xun's waist and put his arms around him, and said sleepily, "The book cafe is also on vacation, what are you doing up?"

Zhang Xun reached for the cell phone that had stopped ringing, put on his glasses along the way, pressed the metal frame on the bridge of his nose, and felt a little more awake: "It is your cell phone that is ringing."

The caller was from the first class, and Chen Linhu didn't answer after two calls, so he sent a message instead.

Chen Linhu took a look, replied a few words casually, threw the phone away, hugged Zhang Xun's waist and said, "They're going back to the dormitory, talk to me. It's not eleven o'clock yet, sleep a little longer."

Half of his face was buried on the dark gray pillow, the air conditioner was draped over his hips, and the smooth lines of his shoulders and waist did not go in, but it brought back all Zhang Xun's memories of last night.

If all the tigers become spirits look like this, the vixen probably won't be the only criterion for judging the role of disaster to the country and the people.

Zhang Xun made him unable to move because his waist was stuck, he squeezed his arm all the way up, and grabbed Chen Linhu's fair cheeks viciously several times: "It's really a stumbling block on my way to get up early."

The stumbling block didn't take it seriously, and rubbed and kneaded Zhang Xun's stomach dishonestly, and there was a tendency to go down if he grabbed it. Zhang Xun was so frightened that he quickly separated his hands, got off the bed quickly, and picked up the pants cover from the ground. Up: "I found that you are becoming more and more rascal, Chen Linhu, get up quickly, won't you go back to the dormitory to get your things?"

"The dormitory will be cleared the day after tomorrow, don't be in a hurry." Chen Linhu stretched Chang's body, got up and looked at him, "You, uh, can you make a big move?"

Zhang Xun was putting clothes on his body, when he heard this, he turned his head and gave him a quiet look.

Chen Linhu's eyes slid from his strong and well-proportioned upper body to his buttocks, and his questioning method was rarely so reserved.

But it was still hard to avoid thinking about what happened last night. The expression on Zhang Xun's face almost cracked, and he barely held back: "Who the hell can't do it!"

Chen Linhu was overjoyed, got up and kissed Zhang Xun first, and then opened the door to wash.

Brother Hu outside the door was impatient for a long time. He flew in as soon as the door opened, swearing at the two people in the room, circling around the room like patrolling the territory, and jumping on the bed.

Zhang Xun quickly removed the sheet and quilt cover from the bed, calmly threw it into the washing machine on the balcony.

The bed sheets that had been rolling all night were wrinkled beyond the limit of Zhang Xun's tolerance, and the washing machine was rolling, so he stood beside him biting a cigarette and rubbed his waist.

The strange feeling left in his body and the buzzing sound of the washing machine made Zhang Xun unable to hold back his calm expression. Standing on the balcony, his mind was filled with messy images from last night, and both of them were in a daze without restraint , Chen Linhu's eyes are extremely aggressive, but his lips are soft, no matter how hard his heart is, he will soften his kiss.

"What kind of desire do you think about in the daytime?" Zhang Xun flicked the cigarette ash and muttered to himself, "Degenerate, really fucking depraved, the little bastard really beats me..."

The source of depravity Chen Linhu came out of the shower without wiping off his face, and went to the balcony to look for someone, still holding the phone in his hand, he frowned and asked, "What are these few videos you posted yesterday?"

Zhang Xun paused, then remembered the photos he saw on Fang Qing's phone yesterday.

A few videos were relatively clear. After Zhang Xun finished explaining the ins and outs, Chen Linhu's face was filled with obvious disgust. He frowned as if he was watching something dirty and watched the video to the end. He felt that he had to talk to Tong Fei. A precaution.

Transferred the video to Tong Fei, but after ten minutes, it was Shen Xin who contacted Chen Linhu.

Chen Linhu was helping Zhang Xun to dry the sheets. He was quite surprised to see Shen Xin's message, but Zhang Xun was not too surprised. He glanced at the message sent by Shen Xin. The words were short but mixed with anger, and he couldn't help but smile: "It's okay. , you should tell him, as long as Tong Fei knows."

"He used Tong Fei's WeChat to contact me, Tong Fei must have known about it," Chen Linhu didn't react, "Is he together?"

"Not only are we together, I guess we will be together sooner or later, childhood sweethearts, talented and beautiful, even if you send clothes with private goods..." Zhang Xun bit his cigarette and smiled and smoothed the folds of the bed sheets, mockingly said, "Brother Xiaohu, what is left of your emotional intelligence?" Is it all on me? Other aspects are not enough."

Chen Linhu figured out what he meant, and then he realized that Shen Xin had guided him several times when he was talking to Tong Fei, and even figured out why he had a partner—it turned out that it was to eradicate all targets who might become rivals in love. Enough for grandchildren!

But compared with Fang Qing, Shen Xin's small calculation was quite fair, at least Chen Linhu didn't feel disgusted, and he was a little bit ridiculous, seeing Shen Xin sent several messages asking about the situation, he simply called to explain.

While waiting for the answer, I still forgot to nibble on Zhang Xun's shoulder, and whispered in his ear while he was grinning: "It's not enough, but it's good enough. Brother Xun, right?"

His brother Xun narrowed his eyes behind the lenses slightly, and gave him a half-smiling and angry look, and the moment the phone was connected, he twitched at Chen Linhu's buttocks.

Chen Linhu: "..."

Shen Xin wondered on the phone: "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Chen Linhu looked at Zhang Xun and smiled at him and made a gesture of "giving in" to him, and struggled to squeeze out a few words, "My partner is having trouble with me."

Different from Chen Linhu's character, whoever provokes me, I will beat you to death. After Shen Xin figured out what was going on, he didn't say much. He thanked Chen Linhu first, and told him not to spread the matter, and he would solve it.

Chen Linhu didn't care about forwarding the evidence to Shen Xin, and he didn't know how to deal with it. In his place, he had no other good idea except to beat Fang Qing up.

But Zhang Xun had already beat him up for him, and the harsh words were put aside. Chen Linhu was robbed of the opportunity to display his skills by his boyfriend, and besides being depressed, he was somewhat proud of "my boyfriend is very proud".

In the middle of the summer vacation, news came from the student union that a freshman boy had recited a punishment before the holiday. The details are unknown, but the counselor was furious, and the department leaders were also furious. In order to protect the victims, this matter was handled very low-key.

That should be the last time in Chen Linhu's memory that he heard Fang Qing's news in its entirety. Since then, Chen Linhu has never paid attention to the rumors about his family's messy affairs, or failing a course, and dissatisfied credits due to frequent leave.

Some people are like Yuan Yu, when you no longer value his ideas and theories, you can treat him as a fart.

Although I still feel the stench when I think about it, I can ignore it after all.What's more, Chen Linhu also had things to worry about during the summer vacation.

As long as college students want to, they can be lazy and unscrupulous during the summer vacation. Unfortunately, Chen Linhu's vacation arrangements are very full.

Apart from drawing sketches and playing checkers with his grandfather, Chen Linhu went to the second floor to find Zhang Xun.Sometimes I do nonsense, sometimes I paint, and sometimes I just sit back and do nothing.

The only regret is that there is still a light bulb like Ding Yule who comes to tutoring from time to time, so Zhang Xun has to find time to give lectures to serious students. Chen Linhu's face was as if he was owed money and didn't pay back.

The carpet on the second floor was removed, more ice cream and cold barley tea began to appear in the refrigerator, the pomegranate tree in the small courtyard on the first floor was bearing fruit, and Chen Linhu began to receive rejection replies from the comic platform one after another.

His submission has not been reviewed, and the editors of several platforms have given replies one after another. Some of them feel that the story is not innovative, not exciting enough, and the conflicts are not eye-catching enough. Low, and some people suggest that the figures should be painted more beautifully, with more special effects, and the colorful flowers and willows will be more attractive.

Chen Linhu had confidence in his work at first, but he didn't expect it to be rejected in many ways, which was a bigger blow than the ridicule he received for the first time when he received a commercial manuscript.

There were still a small number of platforms that did not reply, and the submitted manuscripts fell into the sea. Chen Linhu's self-esteem seemed to stumble, and he frowned for several days.

"After all, there are only a small number of people who sign the contract for the first time." Zhang Xun is more open-minded than him. He himself encountered obstacles everywhere when he was in college. After this, he said more calmly, "In addition to your own reasons, sometimes you have to learn to cater to the market. There may be conflicts between making money and painting what you like. What you like may not necessarily make money, and you may be the one who makes money. Most annoying."

He was stepping on the ladder right now, looking up to pick the fruit hanging from the pomegranate tree.

The pomegranates in the small courtyard are almost ripe before the Mid-Autumn Festival. A few days ago, old Chen Tou picked one and tasted it. It was quite sweet. He picked it specially for the Mid-Autumn Festival. He wanted to treat the neighbors in Unit [-] to eat it. .

The residents of the second unit are old and young, and the heavy responsibility of picking pomegranates falls on the shoulders of Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun.The two carried the ladder, Zhang Xun climbed up to pick it up, and felt the childlike fun, while Chen Linhu supported him to prevent him from falling off.

Chen Linhu frowned even tighter now: "Are you comforting me?"

Really annoying.

"Yes, speaking from experience," Zhang Xun threw the pomegranate he picked into his net pocket, looked down at Chen Linhu, saw him staring at him bitterly, and couldn't help laughing, "Except for a few who do what they do and love what they do, Or those who make a fortune from their hobbies, everyone has to adjust between work and hobbies, find a balance point, and make do with it.”

It's not that Chen Linhu doesn't know what Zhang Xun means, but a young man of his age has a strong self-esteem and face. Now he hits a wall, and he will inevitably have to break his defense for a while, slowly digesting the fact that "reality is an iron fist".

At this moment, old Chen was busy working in the kitchen, Zhang Xun bent down from the ladder, and kissed on top of Chen Linhu's head: "Don't worry, how old are you, are you anxious to make money to support me?"

Chen Linhu was relieved by Zhang Xun's gentle kiss. He let go of the hand holding the ladder and stroked Zhang Xun's ankle: "At least financially independent, we can go wherever we want, let's go together .”

Zhang Xun's chest felt hot from what he said, and the corners of his mouth were curled up to speak, when Old Chen walked back to the small courtyard with two dishes of appetizers in a loud voice.

"Why haven't you finished picking it yet?" Old Chen said, "I have all the dishes ready!"

A square table was set up in the small courtyard, on which was placed a bottle of wine collected by Mr. Chen, and now there were two more dishes - a plate of fried peanuts and a plate of preserved eggs.

"...It's a bit picky," Chen Linhu said, "Why do you treat guests with only one bottle of wine and two dishes?"

"What do you know, I have two plates ready! It's good to have wine, do you know how much this bottle costs? I only opened it because I thought you could have two sips," Old Chen slapped him on the back, He snorted angrily, "A dog sitting in a sedan chair doesn't know how to flatter him!"

Chen Linhu couldn't agree with his master, so he twitched his lips. Zhang Xun was so happy that he almost fell off the ladder, and Chen Linhu quickly reached out to hug him.

After falling and hugging, both of them subconsciously looked at Old Chen.

Old Chen sighed, hating iron for being weak: "It's fine if you can't drink wine at a young age. It's so difficult to pick a pomegranate, isn't the fun in life less than half?"

"..." Zhang Xun cupped his hands as if begging for mercy, "Don't talk about grandpa, if you say a few more words about my other half of the fun, you'll have to say it."

"Okay, let's not talk about it," Old Chen shook his head and walked towards the house, "Isn't it hot to stand next to each other in summer? Put away the ladder, and those old men and women will come when it gets dark."

Zhang Xun moved his arm, and Chen Linhu quickly let go of his hand—he had been holding Zhang Xun just now.

Both of them saw mixed emotions in each other's eyes.

I have a ghost in my heart, so it's easy to think about everything, and I don't know what old Chen means.

Chen Linhu exhaled, smiled at Zhang Xun, squeezed his wrist lightly, and then carried the ladder back into the house.

Zhang Xun stood in the yard with a cigarette lit and smoked slowly, the toe of his shoe rubbed against the red brick courtyard wall, feeling a little mixed in his heart, sour, bitter and spicy, just now when Chen Linhu was holding his arm, he subconsciously Tightening his lower five fingers, he felt a little pain again.

Sometimes he feels that the space on the second floor is not big, but it is enough for him to live with Chen Linhu, so he occasionally forgets the reality outside the second floor.

The summer night is dark and late, at seven or eight o'clock, the last sunset glow fades away and disappears into the night sky.

Chen Linhu finally understood why Old Chen only prepared two dishes.

The neighbors in the second unit went downstairs with dishes and bowls, and each brought home-made dishes or snacks. Even Mr. Liao, who was sick at the opposite door, instructed his son to carry a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings cooked at home to the small courtyard of old Chen Tou’s house. , a square table was filled up quickly, and the moon cakes alone had five or six kinds of fillings.

As night fell on Baoxiang, the courtyard of the old family was very lively, eating sunflower seeds and chatting, waiting for a bright moon to rise above their heads, before pouring wine and gossiping like ancient people drinking to the moon.

Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu, two young people, crowded together in the small courtyard, and were accused of running around, serving tea and water to make the old men and women happy. They even brought Ding Bifang to have a drink with Chen Linhu: "A few young people from our second unit Young, safe and happy!"

"Ping, Ping, Ping An," Uncle Liao's son spoke to his father on behalf of himself, and raised his glass, "Peace for the rest of my life!"

The small courtyard was full of people, holding glasses of drinks or wine, clinking them randomly, and happily drinking down their stomachs to bless them.

The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival was bright and soft. Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu stood in the corner of the small courtyard looking at the moon above their heads.

Zhang Xun's extremely soft voice sounded next to Chen Linhu's ear: "We can go anywhere together, and it's also good to be in Baoxiang. So you don't have to be so anxious."

Grow up slowly, mature slowly, and prolong the sincere and unscrupulous love.

Chen Linhu turned his head to look at Zhang Xun, the moonlight seemed to cast a layer of silver fine sand in his eyes, when he looked at Chen Linhu, the sand turned into water again, and the eyes were filled with light.

In the noisy small courtyard, they huddled in a corner and quietly held hands.

Be safe and be happy.

In the middle of the meal, a bottle of wine was not enough to drink, and it was all gone early. Except for the old lady who lived alone on the third floor, everyone in the second unit gathered. It was so noisy that Zhang Xun's cell phone rang and almost didn't hear it. .

Zhang Xun glanced at the phone screen, and the word "Zhang Cheng" on it made him frown.

"What?" Chen Linhu noticed the change in his expression.

"My brother," Zhang Xun said helplessly. Since the last time they talked with Zhang Cheng, the attitudes of the two brothers took half a step back. Create a blacklist for easy contact, "I'm going to answer the phone, I guess there's something wrong at home."

Chen Linhu wanted to follow, but it was hard to say in front of so many people at this moment, so he could only nod his head and watch Zhang Xun go back to the room to answer the phone.

Fortunately, the phone call was not long, about five or six minutes before Zhang Xun came back.

"Why did you go, Xiao Zhang?" Mrs. Ding asked, "Telephone? Are you family? It's Mid-Autumn Festival, say hello!"

Zhang Xun nodded with a smile, glanced at Chen Linhu, and deliberately said loudly: "My brother, he is getting married soon, tell me."

Chen Linhu understood when he heard this. Zhang Xun had said before that Zhang Cheng was going to get married, and it looked like it was finalized. He had finally passed his father's test, and finally the marriage issue could be resolved.

"Oh, good news!" Mrs. Feng ate melon seeds, "How old is your brother? He must be a few years older than you. It would be nice to get married and start a family. When will Mr. Zhang get married? Do you have a partner?"

Zhang Xun's expression froze instantly, and Chen Linhu's gaze pierced his face like a bullet.

"I..." Zhang Xun licked his lips, "I didn't think about these things."

Sitting on a chair in the corner, Chen Linhu slowly peeled the peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth, but he didn't taste much. He just pretended to be indifferent and looked at Zhang Xun from the corner of his eye.

Old Chen also joined in the fun: "Hey, you are a big boss, haven't you thought about it yet?"

"I just remembered it after I said this!" Mrs. Ding patted her thigh, "Xiao Zhang, I have a little girl from a relative's family. She is about your age and she looks so pretty. I was thinking about following her a few days ago. You introduced me, but I forgot about it when I interrupted, and I just remembered it now. Hey, you see, the little girl is a nurse, and she works in the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

No matter how slick Zhang Xun is, he still can't handle the elders in this room. The smile on his face is a little stiff, and he can't help but want to see Chen Linhu, but he is afraid that his gaze will be too obvious, so he can only return to his seat. Stepping inward, he said, "I don't intend to fall in love, and my job is not stable, so it will delay people."

"I think you're pretty good. You used to be a teacher. What else can you do in the future?" Mrs. Xiao Feng said, "You're not young, you're going to get married!"

The neighbors in the second unit met all day long, and they all showed the unique neighborhood intimacy in a small town. They talked like their relatives, but Zhang Xun couldn't catch up.

After finally squeezing into his seat, he met Chen Linhu for a glance, and saw the fire in the eyes of this little tiger, wishing he could pounce on him and peel off his skin.

Unexpected misfortune ah, this is, Zhang Xun felt aggrieved, couldn't help but looked at him and said, "I didn't even think about getting married."

The small yard was in a mess, gossips such as "You are childish", "You are playful", "How can you do it if you don't have a family", but they didn't take it seriously.

Chen Linhu lowered his eyes, covering the smile in his eyes, and felt Zhang Xun sitting beside him, exhaling with relief.

Before the two of them could open their mouths, Old Chen answered: "You don't want to get married? Isn't it a coincidence, Huzi also said the same thing earlier."

Chen Linhu's heart skipped a beat, he looked up and met old Chen's eyes.

Old Chen was sitting on a rattan chair, shaking a cattail fan in his hand, the moonlight illuminated his head with a layer of silver shell, sipping pineapple beer, looking from the edge of the cup, at Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun The child fell steadily.

The noise in the small courtyard seemed to have weakened. Chen Linhu heard his own heartbeat, and felt Zhang Xun sitting upright beside him, and slowly tightening his hands on his knees.

In tension.

in fear.

Chen Linhu's heart ached, and he took the initiative to take over the conversation: "You don't understand us young people, we are too tired to be busy earning money, and we have no intention of getting married."

Several people around laughed, and Mr. Feng put down the Coke: "That's true. It's not necessary to get married early now. It's normal for a young man to start a career and busy with work!"

"That's right, it's not good to force marriage," said Uncle Ding, who had been silent all this time. "If you force too hard, something will happen, and you won't have time to regret it. Didn't her son on the third floor be——"

"Dad!" Ding Bifang hurriedly interrupted him, "Why do you mention this, can it be the same? Okay, okay, you should drink this, Wahaha, don't you like this one?"

The neighbors in Unit [-] were silent for a few seconds, then changed the subject at the same time, and started talking about the chickens raised in Unit [-].

Zhang Xun heaved a sigh of relief. Old Chen's eyes seemed to remain in his heart just now, and he was at a loss for a while.

The wrist was gently pulled, Zhang Xun looked sideways, Chen Linhu pulled him quietly, stuffed a piece of toffee into his hand, and said with his mouth: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Zhang Xun's emotions were still up and down, he subconsciously squeezed Toffee, and also pinched one of Chen Linhu's fingers along the way.

Ding Yule finally ran over from his grandparents and sat down in front of Brother Xiaohu and Teacher Zhang with a ponytail. He didn't know that he was a light bulb, but said mysteriously: "You know Grandma Qu's house on the third floor. Is that the thing?"

"Why are you talking about gossip?" Zhang Xun closed his eyes, calmed down, and gave Ding Yule a pat on the head with a smile, "If you don't learn well."

"I just heard from Aunt Xiaofeng that she couldn't hold back her words and gossiped with me, and I couldn't hold back, so I can only tell you," Ding Yule whispered, sucking on Wahaha's straw, "Grandma Qu's son has passed away. He was only 29 years old when he died!"

The old Mrs. Qu on the third floor has no sense of existence, so that Chen Linhu often forgets that there are residents on the third floor.

The old lady lives in seclusion and doesn’t interact with people very much. After her wife passed away, she only went out a few times a week to buy vegetables and take out the garbage to maintain a basic life. When she ran into Chen Linhu on the corridor a few times, she just walked away with her head down. Chen Linhu didn't answer greetings, and Zhang Xun had lived here for almost two years and hadn't seen her a few times.

"There are no other children?" Chen Linhu asked.

"No, it's just that one son," Ding Yule said, his voice lowered. "It seems to be a little... a little hobby, just, wearing a skirt, high heels, etc... I don't think it's okay. Who would put this on now?" It's a big deal, but at that time the people around were talking about it in a nasty way..."

Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu immediately understood what it meant, and their emotions were quite complicated.

"His father couldn't bear his son's behavior. He beat and scolded him, and then he forced him to marry him. If he didn't get married, he wouldn't recognize him. He wanted to sever the relationship between father and son." Ding Yule sighed, "But he didn't want to, and it must have been quite violent. , ran away from home, and when we saw each other again it was time to claim the corpse, if I couldn't think about it, I..."

There have been 29 years in a hurry in the world, and there are only a few words at the end.

Chen Linhu seemed to have swallowed something, and felt a little cold in his stomach.

Over there, Old Chen stroked his bald head and said to Uncle Ding: "...What do you expect? I don't expect my family to produce a rich man, just to be healthy and happy, okay? Well, everyone Each has his own life, if he gets too involved with other people's lives, both of them might end up with a short life, what are you trying to do!"

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In the previous chapter, a lot of onlookers were blown up, and there are still people who want to take over the fat cat. Is it plausible! ! ! →_→