muddy boy

Once he got used to waking up to all kinds of old songs in the morning, Old Chen's broken radio became not much different from the wake-up call.

Chen Linhu had a dream of traveling across the planet overnight. The lyrics of "Summer and summer quietly passed away and left a little secret" pulled Chen Linhu back to the earth. The book on his chest slipped and fell to the ground. Before he could fully open his eyes, he quickly reached out to fish , I closed my eyes and patted the book I borrowed from Zhang Xun to avoid getting dirty or collapsing corners.

There was a slow knock on the door, mixed with old Chen's morning training song, singing in harmony with the beat of a drum.

Chen Linhu yelled a few times, but Uncle Chen didn't respond. He could only get up from the bed and open the door sleepily.

Perhaps because of the slow knock on the door, Chen Linhu thought of Zhang Xun inexplicably. After doing the math, this man probably lost enough chess games for breakfast. It is very likely that he was ordered to deliver fried buns at this moment. and bean curd.

Thinking of this, Chen Linhu subconsciously wiped his face, wanted to go to the toilet to wash his face first, but was afraid that the people outside the door would wait too long, so he stood there and struggled in his head for a short second, and finally confirmed with his hands that there was no saliva on his face Only when there were traces of such things, did he walk over and pull the door open.

"You lost again..." Chen Linhu said as he opened the door, and when he saw the person standing at the door, he swallowed all the remaining words.

Uncle Liao was wearing decent pajamas, standing at the door, holding a palm-sized fresh-keeping box in his hand. Seeing that it was Chen Linhu who opened the door, a smile appeared on his sullen face, with the corner of his mouth tilted to one side.

His sallow, emaciated son who looked a little sick stood beside him: "Your grandfather, grandfather, where is your grandfather? My father will give him some pickled leek flowers."

It is estimated that Uncle Liao's son was not very happy because he involuntarily took on the role of commentary.

"In the courtyard." Chen Linhu said, "I'll call."

Uncle Liao shook his head and waved his hands again and again.

"Forget it, forget it," his son translated, "I can't see you, I feel better." After a pause, he added, "This is what my father meant."

One of the father and son can't speak very well, and the other can't speak at all. They usually don't know how to communicate at home. Most of them rely on the brainwave communication established by blood relationship.

Uncle Liao put the small fresh-keeping box in Chen Linhu's hand, and pointed to his mouth.

"Let you eat more." His son said, "So, so salty, and his family does not lack salt..."

The second half of the sentence was for Uncle Liao, and he was slapped on the back after speaking.

The first time Chen Linhu received the pickled vegetables made by Ling Ju, he really didn't know how to deal with it. He even wondered whether to take out some old-fashioned breads that Old Chen kept in his possession as a gift in return, so he had to turn his head and look at the small courtyard again. Shouted: "Chen Mingli!"

Uncle Liao frowned as if he had heard some swear words, grabbed Chen Linhu's arm, raised a finger, and shook it warningly.

"He is, he is shy," his son decided not to take his father's old face seriously after being slapped, and retaliated, "Last night, Ang, didn't you quarrel with your father a few times?" , I'm a little heartbroken, with a guilty conscience."

Chen Linhu thought of "Shut up your dog's mouth" in his sketchbook, so he nodded clearly, and comforted him with a sullen face: "It's not a quarrel, and you didn't catch up with your mouth."

"Well," his son glanced at Chen Linhu, "but, isn't it, hey, didn't you learn your speaking habits from, from your grandfather?" It's really annoying.

Chen Linhu simply didn't understand the subtext in his words, because old Chen Tou came out arrogantly.

"Old Liao!" Old Chen roared, "Old Liao! Why don't you call me when you come here? You are an introvert. You can't beat a fart with three sticks. This is not good. Everyone in society can speak now. , you feel as if you are suffocating if you don’t speak, but when you write, you are full of fucking curses, it’s outrageous!”

Uncle Liao turned his face and wanted to leave, but the old head Chen called him again, took the box of pickled chive flowers from Chen Linhu's hand, and showed a triumphant smile to Uncle Liao, as if he had accepted Liao's love with generosity. Grandpa's apology.

Uncle Liao, who can be killed and cannot be humiliated, was pushed home by his son. His son muttered dissatisfiedly: "I told you not to play with the opposite door. Woolen cloth……"

"Old Liao!" Old Chen's voice could be heard throughout the building, "Let's play checkers later!"

With a bang on the opposite door, the anti-theft door was closed.

Holding pickled chive flowers in his arms, old Chen happily went back to the house to keep an account - he had an account book, in Chen Xingye's words, it was simply a record book.

After he left, Chen Linhu glanced towards the direction of the second floor: "Are you going?"

After a while, Zhang Xun poked his head out from behind the handrail, and smiled at Chen Linhu: "Young landlord, has Mr. Chen returned to the house?"

"Back." Chen Linhu had already guessed a lot, "Have you lost enough for breakfast again?"

"Nonsense," Zhang Xun said as he descended the stairs, "It's still one game away."

So he chose to avoid the battle, Chen Linhu wanted to laugh a little.

Zhang Xun's face was pale, and he must have stayed up all night, with a few books in his hand, the other hand in his trouser pocket, and a cigarette in his mouth. Like floating on cotton.

In fact, Chen Linhu has never figured out what kind of work Zhang Xun does besides working in a book cafe. Just watching him look like a dead man every morning makes him feel tired.

But when the question came to his lips, Chen Linhu felt that asking about it seemed very gossip, so he changed his words: "You also go to work this morning? You wake up so early."

After saying this, Chen Linhu suddenly found that he had learned to make a sharp turn in language.

This is not in line with his principles of life. He jumped in his heart because of the skill he had learned suddenly, and felt a little ashamed. He subconsciously glanced at Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun squinted his eyes halfway, of course he didn't know the countless thoughts in the mind of a young man like Chen Linhu. He raised a few books in his hand: "I won't go to the book cafe today, go to the city library and return the books."

Several books were of the type that Chen Linhu found awkward just reading the names. He didn't know what to say, so he let out an "oh".

"Did you just wake up?" Zhang Xun asked, "Have you taken off the pillowcase of your mahjong mat yet?"

Chen Linhu asked in a daze, "How do you know?"

"It's all stamped on your face." Zhang Xun gestured to his own cheek, "The last time I saw that the one who could sleep with such a big stamp was Duan Qiao's little nephew who ate a lollipop."

Chen Linhu quickly touched his face with his hands.

"Right, right." Zhang Xun commanded.

The more he commanded, the more Chen Linhu's hands twitched like cramps, and he regretted that he didn't wash his face before going out. If he had washed his face, he would definitely look in the mirror.

"Quiet me to death," Zhang Xun walked down the last step, stretched out his hand and scratched Chen Linhu's cheek with a finger, "Here!"

Chen Linhu rubbed the area scratched by his fingertips, probably because of the force of rubbing, the skin was not only imprinted with the mahjong mat mark, but also turned red.

Zhang Xun stuffed his hands back into his trouser pockets again, and there was a jingling sound of him clutching a keychain in his pockets.

"Wake up, college student," Zhang Xun pushed him, "Why do you still sound like sleepwalking?"

Chen Linhu didn't say a word, until Zhang Xun walked to the place where his little eDonkey was parked in the cave, and said: "I haven't finished the book yet, I'll take it to the school and return it to you at the book cafe."

"Okay," Zhang Xun turned around and smiled at him, the cigarette in his mouth was shaking in a light arc, "I have to buy you something to drink and eat when you come, you really will take advantage of it. "

"...I'm not short of those two sips of coffee." Chen Linhu leaned forward and said to Zhang Xun who had already pushed the small eDonkey out of the corridor.

Zhang Xun waved his back to him, and the ring of the keychain hanging on his ring finger reflected the sunlight outside the corridor.

The sun in early autumn lost the restless heat. Zhang Xun stepped onto the small electric donkey, and only then took out his hands in his trouser pockets to help the handlebars.

After saying hello to the neighbors who came and went, Zhang Xun twisted the accelerator and rode for a long distance, and didn't stop until the first traffic light.

While waiting for the red light, he unscrewed the slightly loose reflector, looked at the mirror twice, and confirmed that he was still tidied up when he went out today, then fiddled with his bangs again, and recovered to the point where he was not caught The state of the wind blowing in a mess, I think this should be what Chen Linhu saw him just now.

It's okay, it's not like a blind streamer who is not doing his job properly.

When the green light came on, Zhang Xun's hair that had just recovered was blown away by the wind blowing away from the traffic rushing out of him. He realized that he was doing something meaningless, and messed up his hair again.

When turning the gas pedal of the small eDonkey, Zhang Xun muttered: "There is something wrong."

He said these three words to himself.

After Zhang Xun mentioned "taking advantage", Chen Linhu remembered Zhang Xun's words before leaving last night. He didn't quite understand what Zhang Xun meant, so he closed the door and went back to the room.

Old Chen, wearing reading glasses on his head, sat in front of the Eight Immortals desk and flipped through his account book. The old book with a rotten red cover was also spread out, and he filled in his own book according to the format on the old book. Son.

Compared with the delicate handwriting on the old notebook, the strokes of old Chentou's handwriting are powerful and full.

"Lao Liao gave me a box of pickled radishes last time," Lao Chen said to Chen Linhu while writing, "Last month, the young couple on the fourth floor gave me a bottle of rice wine...don't tell your dad, I haven't Finished drinking."

This is one of the joys of old Chen's life. His account book is full of trivial matters. Since Zhang Xun moved here, Zhang Xun's name is also on the book.

Although Chen Xingye didn't understand this, Old Chen stubbornly followed his habits.

For such a small matter of sesame and mung beans, I actually wrote three or four notebooks over the past few decades. Later, as the old neighbor moved away or passed away, the filling speed of the notebook slowed down, but I still remembered it.

Sometimes old Mr. Chen would grind his teeth after a quarrel with an old neighbor, and then he would come back and look through his book. Last week, he was given a roast chicken and sent his grandchildren to help pump up his bicycle. So Mr. Chen’s Most of the anger was reduced because the cannibal's mouth was short and his hands were short.

Chen Linhu stood at the door of the living room and watched for a while. Old Chen was still the same as he was when he was young, writing while flicking a fountain pen whose cap could not be found.

But the figure that was considered vigorous when he was young has become a little stooped, and the reading glasses on the bridge of the nose have been replaced several times, and the tape wrapped around the temples has been worn to grayish yellow.

Chen Linhu has already passed the age when old Chen Tou needs to praise his small wounds and scars, but seeing the old Chen Tou's "careful" appearance, his lips moved: "Master, the knife on my face is given by a utility knife. It's open."

Old Chen raised his head, looked at Chen Linhu from under the lens of his reading glasses, hooked a chair not far away to his side, and patted: "Sit here and talk, talk."

Chen Linhu sat down, this action reminded Chen Linhu of his childhood summer vacation, and he did the same thing beside Old Chen, talking dryly about how he spent this semester.

Retelling the embarrassing battle of his senior year twice within 24 hours should have been a very unacceptable thing, but Chen Linhu unexpectedly did not feel disgusted, because he had already told Zhang Xun once, and the subsequent narration would be much more convenient.

He pinched out some details about how the scar came about, and explained it in a simple and flat manner.

Old Mr. Chen closed the account book while listening, especially the torn cover that was about to fall apart. After closing it carefully, he yelled: "Did you use the knife?! Where did the bastard dare to use the knife?" ?!"

Hearing this voice unexpectedly, Chen Linhu was terrified: "The blade of a utility knife is only as wide as a finger."

"One finger wide?!" Old Chen jumped up, "Let's go, let's go, where does the bitch live? I'll buy a ticket right now, and I'll go to his door with a walking stick to block him."

"You can't beat me again." Chen Linhu pressed him down.

"No," Old Chen blushed angrily. Although he had no hair or a crown, his eyebrows were visible to the naked eye, "Let me tell you, fortunately you are good-looking, and you are handsome enough with a scar, otherwise I would I have to lie in front of that little bastard's house with a walking stick, and I won't get up if I pay for plastic surgery!"

Chen Linhu admired the rogue temperament in old Chen Tou's heart very much. From childhood, old Chen Tou used his own set of theories to deal with this ever-changing world, which was different from Chen Xingye who always used the rules of the world to deal with Chen Linhu.

"I think," Chen Linhu licked his lips, because old Chen was hard of hearing, he had to speak out his confusion, "he's right, if I don't do that, maybe things won't come to this point."

Old Chen took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, put them on the red cover of the broken account book, took Chen Linhu's hand as he did when he was a child, and squeezed it hard like wrestling his wrist.

"Huzi, those who want to do things that are not on the table can find a hundred reasons to make themselves reasonable, and then find a hundred reasons to drag others into the water." Old Chen said, "Do you know why? The more people there are, the more reasonable this matter will be, and it will not be a crime, and it will become something that can be accepted by other people."

Chen Linhu remained silent.

Old Chen said again: "But what about you? The one who did this kind of thing did not have you from the beginning to the end. Do you know what you are? You are just one of the hundred reasons."

Even though this kind of experience that seems to be blurred and reversed in black and white has passed, I still have lingering fears.Chen Linhu held the old head Chen's hand and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Let me see," Old Chen stopped talking about this nonsense, turned his hand to turn Chen Linhu's head away, and rubbed his thumb against the scar at the end of his eyebrow, "It's so old, doesn't it hurt a lot?"

Half of Chen Linhu's face was distorted by him, but he didn't hide this time, and let old Chen's rough thumb touch it around.

"It was quite painful at the time." Chen Linhu whispered, "It was quite painful."

Old Chen didn't hear clearly, he frowned and sighed again and again: "Hey, I used to be purely handsome, but now I can only be wild and handsome."

Chen Linhu suddenly couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Have you eaten honey bee poo?" Old Chen slapped him across the face, "Heartless."

After this, Chen Linhu didn't mind, and still couldn't help laughing: "No, I remembered that when I went to the second floor yesterday, Zhang Xun said that you must say that. You really followed the script he gave."

"Really?" Old Chen was also amused, "I understand how much he loses in chess, and he has figured out me. This kid is very ghostly, and you are far behind others in this regard."

Chen Linhu didn't take it seriously. After all, he felt that his fists were relatively hard, and that was enough.

"But it also shows," old Chen said again, "he also thinks you are handsome, just like me."

This conclusion was drawn very suddenly, but because it was said from the mouth of old Chen, it was regarded as the third person besides Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun, and it seemed to attract Chen Linhu's attention more than what was said from Zhang Xun's mouth yesterday.

He touched his forehead and sat up straight unconsciously.

But then, he remembered the mahjong Xi Yin'er who was identified by Zhang Xun just now, so his back collapsed slightly.

Chen Linhu felt that his ups and downs were very immature and unstable.

It's all Zhang Xun's fault, Chen Linhu thought.

When he returned to his bedroom again, he saw a few huge fat cats on the sketchbook that he had finished drawing yesterday, and suddenly came back to his senses. All the children were shaken out by old Chen.

I can't tell you what it feels like, a little discouraged, a little dissatisfied, and something else.

In short, Chen Linhu vented his anger, and drew a small figure on top of Fat Cat's head, standing on top of Fat Cat's big head.

It was like standing on a planet that Chen Linhu couldn't figure out.

After the military training is over, the courses will be arranged.

The freshman class is relatively full, but Chen Linhu still finds time to go to the book cafe and return the comics he has read to Zhang Xun in batches.

The environment of the book cafe is good, Chen Linhu usually brings a sketchbook, sits in the corner and draws sketches, draws the guests who come and go, draws some photos in the book, and draws Ding Yule who sometimes came over from school.

Sometimes Zhou Zhuangzhuang and the first class will come with him, and sometimes the first class will bring a notebook to paint two strokes together. Zhou Zhuangzhuang is here to relax and seek romantic encounters on campus, but he finds that more than half of the encounters are in After seeing Chen Linhu, I was not very happy to come with Chen Linhu alone.

"Why did you come by yourself today?" Wu Yue has become acquainted with Chen Linhu since the last time he made trouble, and asked after bringing Chen Linhu's coffee, "Your roommate didn't come?"

Chen Linhu nodded casually.

"You can only talk to death with him like this," Zhang Xun said with a smile after clearing a table, "You have to ask: why are your roommates gone?"

Wu Yue pursed her lips, and Chen Linhu gave Zhang Xun a sideways glance. He was quite displeased with Zhang Xun's attitude that he thought he knew him well, but he still said, "Some are in the dormitory, and some are going for a walk in the couple's lake."

Lover's Lake is a joking name for the artificial lake in the old campus, and Wu Yue and Zhang Xun understood what it was when they heard it.

"When are you going to take a walk in Lover's Lake?" Wu Yue joked.

Chen Linhu flipped through the sketchbook in his hand, without raising his head, he said, "When there are toads (frames)."

Put these words together to form a sentence that Wu Yue didn't understand at all, only Zhang Xun was smiling.

"Hey, is this drawing me?" Wu Yue saw the drawing on the sketchbook and asked in surprise, "Is this me? Can I see it?"

Chen Linhu handed her the sketchbook, and Wu Yue flipped through it curiously, while talking to Zhang Xun: "Your brother is really good at drawing, Zhang Xun, look at what I drew—"

When Zhang Xun heard the word "your brother", he coughed violently and interrupted Wu Yue. In order to avoid Chen Linhu's cold gaze, he also had to move over to watch along with him: "Really? Did you draw me?"

Chen Linhu looked away, and unconsciously wiped the eraser on the table with one hand.

He did not draw Zhang Xun.

In fact, he watched Zhang Xun a little more often, but for some reason, when he was about to write, he turned to other people.

He looked at Zhang Xun many times, but his gaze didn't stay for long.

Looking at other people for a long time seems to be a little easier than watching Zhang Xun.

Wu Yue turned the sketchbook forward, and Zhang Xun read it more seriously.

To Zhang Xun's surprise, Chen Linhu practiced more than Zhang Xun thought.In addition to some sketches in the book cafe, there are also a lot of other exercises, which shows that he spends a lot of time on it every day.

Chen Linhu is very diligent, even more diligent than Zhang Xun imagined.

But Zhang Xun saw Wu Yue and Ding Yule three or four times, but he couldn't find himself.

Chen Linhu was so diligent that he didn't even try to produce a sketchbook of Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun clicked his tongue a little in his heart, thinking that I felt that this kid looked down on me from the very beginning, so he must be home.

"This is a cat," Wu Yue said suddenly, "Oh, this cat looks really... really fat!"

Zhang Xun regained his thoughts, and when he looked up, the fat cats with fierce eyes in the sketchbook were quite familiar.

One of the cats had a human growing on its head.

Zhang Xun stared at it for two seconds, suddenly amused, pointed to the little figure on the cat's head and asked Chen Linhu: "Is this me?"

"This is you?" Wu Yue was surprised, "I thought it was a flea! It's just painted like a human..."

Chen Linhu kept his face sullen and didn't say a word, only then did he remember that he had done this kind of thing before, because this kind of behavior was too naive, so Chen Linhu was so embarrassed that his hair was on the hair, and he could only use his life rule that silence is golden to the end.

"Hey, is this me?" Zhang Xun asked vaguely with a mint in his mouth, and moved closer to Chen Linhu, "This cat is mine, and the one standing on it is me, Huzi?"

When he shouted, Chen Linhu raised his eyelids reflexively.

There was a faint mint smell, and Chen Linhu felt strange as if he had been caught by some kind of tail. He became a little angry for no reason, raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Zhang Xun and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Zhang Xun was taken aback by his sudden raising of his head, and hastily leaned back slightly to gain some distance.

"It's not that good," Zhang Xun's high arrogance instantly shrank a lot, "Can you draw a bigger picture next time? I can also ride a cat."

He said thoughtless words, thinking that it wasn't because he didn't draw, but because he drew earlier, earlier than everyone else in Shuca.

comfortable.

The author has something to say:

Wu Yue, you really know how to chat.

Fortunately, those two people don't have time to argue with you right now.