muddy boy

After witnessing Zhou Zhuangzhuang's drinking madness, the senior monk Qinghua's evaluation of Chen Linhu went up to a new level.

After a dinner, the other three people, except Chen Linhu, walked and fell to varying degrees. Only he could arrange the knocked-down cans one by one, so that people from other dormitories who came to visit could come back at another time.

Zhou Zhuangzhuang half-lyed on the ground and said with his tongue out, "Where is Chen Linhu? Damn, he pushed my soda can butt, what a fucking hooligan..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he got kicked in the buttocks. Shang Qinghua kicked him out of the way and walked crookedly to the toilet.

Chen Linhu stacked the cans into four piles, which were the number of drinks for the four people, and his own pile was one layer higher than Zhou Zhuangzhuang's.

"Put in the garbage bag," said the first grader, who was also dizzy and struggled to help clean up, "I threw it away when I went to class tomorrow."

"Don't put the cans first," Chen Linhu took out his phone and took a picture, uploading it to WeChat while saying, "When the big head sobers up, help him see the reality."

The first grader looked at Zhou Zhuangzhuang, who was already paralyzed on the floor and was about to fall asleep, and sincerely praised Chen Linhu: "You are pretty bad sometimes."

Chen Linhu accepted the compliment with peace of mind, and together with Gao Yi, who was already dizzy, cleaned up the leftovers, and carried out Shang Qinghua who was asleep in the toilet.

Fang Qing didn't come back until the door of the dormitory was about to close, frowned at the smell of alcohol in the room and the small castle of cans on the ground, and exchanged glances with Chen Linhu who had finished washing.

Neither of them spoke, Fang Qing squeezed Chen Linhu's shoulder to wash.

Chen Linhu had lost most of his alcohol at this moment, his mind was functioning normally, he didn't respond to Fang Qing's actions, he went straight to his desk and sat down, and glanced at Moments before waiting for the computer to turn on and draw a manuscript.

His photo of "Winning the Can War" received several likes. In addition to the high school back desk, there were two more names, Zhang Xun and Duan Qiao.

Duan Qiao was Chen Linhu's contact information that he got from Zhang Xun some time ago, and after adding it, he published a [-]-character testimonial as usual, occasionally asking old Chen about his health.

In addition, Chen Linhu would see Zhang Xun from Duan Qiao's circle of friends from time to time, and Duan Qiao always half-forced Zhang Xun out of the house every once in a while to feel the beauty of modern life.

Not long after he finished posting Moments, Duan Qiao sent him two messages.One of them is a photo.

[Duan Qiao: What a coincidence, Lao Zhang and I are also getting together, next time I call you!Uncle Chen likes to eat this pig ear, you can take it home. ]

Compared with Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun who are more or less mavericks, Duan Xiaopang is simply a benchmark for loving life. He exudes social concern for the group of people around him who are a little bit smart, and while radiating Zhang Xun, he also Radiate to the old Chen head.

Chen Linhu was very grateful to Duan Qiao for caring about his grandfather, and he replied with a word of thanks before clicking on the photo to view.

A table of cold dishes and barbecue, a few empty beer bottles, small plastic benches around the table, the open-air roadside stalls are reflected by the gray lights of the street lamps, and the cigarette butts thrown on the ground by other tables can be seen on the ground in the distance In the background, the male guests who were drinking at the tables in the background lifted up their clothes.

Zhang Xun sat across the table, drinking beer from a transparent plastic cup, half-casting his eyes, half-smiling, with an unlit cigarette in his hand. He seldom smokes in public places, but he has the habit of holding one between his fingers or holding one in his mouth.

It is estimated that he went to eat directly from the book cafe. The shirt on Zhang Xun's body has not been changed yet, and the cuffs are rolled up, revealing his strong and well-proportioned small arms and wrists.The collar of the shirt is one more button looser than usual, showing a bit of casualness under the street lights at night.

A table of wine and food is the key point, but Zhang Xun, who was photographed a little blurry, is like the light-absorbing spot in the photo. Chen Linhu feels that he is out of place with the background behind him.

Chen Linhu hung his finger on the screen for a while before typing a few words and sending them to Duan Qiao.

[Big Worm: Can Zhang Xun drink? ]

In the dormitory where the lights were turned off, only the fluorescent light of the computer screen was on, and Chen Linhu took advantage of this to glance at the direction of the small castle where the cans were placed.

Social skills don't matter, but in terms of drinking capacity, he can at least win a round, right?

Zhang Xun was not interested in wine culture, so he put down his glass after taking two sips, and saw Duan Qiao laughing meanly while holding his mobile phone.

"Are you getting fat again?" Zhang Xun couldn't see him like this, "Your flesh is shaking when you laugh."

"Get out," Duan Qiao scolded, "I'm just replying to my little benefactor's WeChat account, don't bother me."

Zhang Xun picked up the cold dish with chopsticks: "Why did he chat with you?"

"No, just chatting," Duan Qiao pinned the phone in front of Zhang Xun, "I found him quite funny."

On the dialogue interface of the mobile phone screen, the sentence "Can Zhang Xun drink" sent by Chen Linhu has no emoticons or modal particles, making Zhang Xun a bit elusive whether he is asking seriously or joking.

Duan Qiao's reply was: He is the kind of person who sits at the table with children during Chinese New Year.

"Can you say something good about me?" Zhang Xun said helplessly, "It is already difficult for me to maintain the image of an outstanding adult, so don't add fuel to the fire."

As soon as he finished saying this sentence, Chen Linhu's reply arrived.

[Big Worm: Ha. ]

Zhang Xun didn't know what to do, but was amused by the word and the period.

He seemed to feel Chen Linhu's pride from this word, and he could almost imagine the vigorousness of this kid raising his eyebrows.

"Just tell the truth," Duan Qiao snorted, looked at the phone, wondering, "What does my little benefactor mean?"

Zhang Xun chewed on the pig's ear and said slowly, "You are laughing at me. From now on, you should not reveal my shortcomings and talk more about my strengths."

"You can understand just this one word, after all, it is for teaching Chinese." Duan Qiao said, "This is your strength."

Just now, Duan Qiao's girlfriend, Ning Xiaomeng, came over with another bag of beer, and handed the Sprite to Zhang Xun, while teasing Duan Qiao: "Okay, I only have a few mouthfuls of food, just leave it here I spit. But it’s true, Zhang Xun doesn’t look like the type who just walks around with a bottle of beer.”

Ning Xiaomeng was thin and small, but she was the most drinkable person on the table. Zhang Xun was very grateful for her allowing him to drink.

"He hasn't exercised since he was a child." Duan Qiao said while replying to Chen Linhu's message, "You don't know, his father is a pioneer of Spartan education, and he and his brother Zhang Cheng are not afraid to train him and his brother Zhang Cheng so vigorously." Let alone wine, you can’t even drink pineapple beer, and you can’t have any other happiness except studying. I persuaded him to drink a bottle when I was in high school, and my dad’s meal..."

Having said that, Duan Qiao paused for a moment, took the topic away calmly, and said with emotion: "Let this be left on me, I think the fun of life has been diminished to the end - you can't even drink pineapple beer, there is still fun in this world ?!"

Zhang Xun didn't bother to talk to him, and unscrewed Sprite.

Ning Xiaomeng glanced at Duan Qiao: "I am not?"

"Yes, you are, you are the greatest joy in my life," Duan Qiao immediately changed his words, "If you say something, let alone pineapple beer, I won't even look at the liqueur chocolate."

Zhang Xun knocked on the bowl: "Just save the dog food, I still want to eat seriously."

"You just lack exercise. I think you must be able to drink without a small landlord." Duan Qiao ignored Zhang Xun's sarcasm, and sent a few WeChat messages to Chen Linhu. You drink a lot in a year."

Zhang Xun glanced at his mobile phone, the interface was still on Chen Linhu's small fortress of soda cans in Moments, there was no new information, and he looked at the time again, it was almost 11:30.

"Stop talking nonsense with him," Zhang Xun put down his mobile phone, which had no information like Ban Erzhuan, "Ren'er has an early morning class and needs roll call, so he's always late like you every now and then."

Ning Xiaomeng had already blew half a bottle of beer by herself, and wiped her mouth: "Are you talking about helping Xiaopang chase the thief? I asked you to bring me a thank you, did you bring it?"

Only then did Zhang Xun and Duan Qiao recall that they still had this task.

"It's him, cough, what?" Duan Qiao changed the subject and slapped his thigh, "Help me chase my wallet, beat my neighbor's idiot ex-husband, and vent my anger on Lao Zhang in a book cafe, oh, what a kid, next time You must see me!"

Because Duan Qiao has a big mouth, he basically reported to Ning Xiaomeng everything Zhang Xun said, so she knew about it and nodded in agreement.

"Don't shout 'children' in front of him," Zhang Xun said with a smile, "he doesn't want to hear it."

"That's right, he's still a college student anyway," Duan Qiao nodded, "But he's a few years behind us, and he's no different from my younger brother in terms of age."

"How old is the difference?" Ning Xiaomeng asked.

"Eight or nine years old," Duan Qiao replied, "Do you know what this concept is?" He pointed at the eight-year-old son of the stall owner, "See, he is sent out! You think I can not Do people act as children?"

Zhang Xun looked in the direction he pointed. The boss's son was sitting on the ponytail and playing with the dog.

The little dirt dog was ugly, and he stuck out his tongue to lick the child's fingers, and the latter showed a shallow but sincere smile.

It was almost the same as when Chen Linhu turned his head and touched his cat.

Zhang Xun looked with his chin propped up, his mind seemed to be empty, and it seemed to be filled with the warm light from the desk lamp in the room that day.

"That's why I asked Lao Zhang to take care of her more. I live close to him, and the place where I work is also close." Duan Qiao clinked glasses with Ning Xiaomeng with a Maodou, and called Zhang Xun a few times without getting a response, "Why are you so dumb, Lao Zhang, Just now I said that you have to look like an adult, now you will throw me off the chain."

Zhang Xun regained his senses, picked up the plastic cup at hand, and swallowed all the remaining beer.

"So I didn't ask you to talk less about my shortcomings in the future." Zhang Xun suppressed his arrogance, half-closed his eyes and smiled, "I have to maintain my image of a mature person."

A gust of night wind blew, and the fallen leaves fell onto the roadside stall table covered with vegetable juice and oil.

It seems that something is wrong with autumn.

Not long after Chen Linhu borrowed the book from Zhang Xun for the second time, the weather gradually turned cold, and the open-air checkers competition at the barber shop of the family courtyard began to move indoors.

Because of the gash in Chen Linhu's head, the scolding war between old Chen Tou and his son Chen Xingye set a record high, and lasted for more than a week, and it still didn't end until Chen Linhu returned to the hospital.

Chen Linhu didn't know the details, but judging from the fact that the fully automatic mahjong table Chen Xingye bought was moved into the gate of Lao Chentou's house a few days later, this unparalleled battle still ended with Lao Chentou's victory.

On the day the mahjong table was installed, the whole family was in a commotion. The checkers war between Uncle Liao and Old Chen immediately developed into a mahjong war.

After Chen Linhu drew the manuscript for two hours to the mahjong sounds of "Hu Le", "Peng" and "Yao Ji", he immediately packed up his things and ran up to the second floor to seek refuge with Zhang Xun who happened to be off on Saturday afternoon.

At first, Zhang Xun didn't accept Chen Linhu's reason for refuge. After going downstairs to feel the enthusiasm of the elderly in the poker field, he had to admit that Chen Linhu's escape was justifiable.

When Chen Linhu knocked on his door again, with a sketchbook in his hand, his face was tense, and he said in a heavy tone, "Can I stay with you to read for a while?" Zhang Xun looked at him twice. Seconds later, after Chen Linhu said, "I won't make a sound, I won't bother you, I just have no other place to go", he moved away like a conditioned reflex, and gave Chen Linhu a way to enter the house.

This gave way more than once, and Zhang Xun himself didn't understand what was going on.

"Uncle Chen, why are you arguing?" Zhang Xun stopped typing on the keyboard, and looked back at Chen Linhu. "It's very good if you win the quarrel and earn a trophy."

Chen Linhu sat by the bookcase, with the sketchbook spread out on his knees, without raising his head, he said, "I don't know. He never lost a fight with my dad."

"My grandma and grandpa also go to Uncle Chen's house to play mahjong now." Ding Yule, who set up a small table next to him to write papers, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I won't go home until dinner time."

Because he would come to Zhang Xun once or twice a week, Ding Yule also became acquainted with Chen Linhu.

The fat cat may have been numb to the fact that new intruders constantly appeared in his territory. He lay on Zhang Xun's bed and scratched the heads of Chen Linhu and Ding Yule condescendingly, without stretching out his paws to scratch them. Scratch on.

"Great holiday," Zhang Xun said weakly, moving the mouse casually, "You two are coming."

Ding Yule was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, today I mainly want to finish the paper early, and I came back from the studio. I'll change the time next time."

"Don't, you've been yelling like that, you're sensible and polite, I won't bother with you," Zhang Xun said "you've been yelling like that" with accents, and then raised his voice, "Is that right, Young Landlord?"

Chen Linhu looked away from the sketchbook, hesitated for a few seconds and said in a low voice: "I won't make a sound, don't disturb you, just read the book, okay?"

"I found that you are particularly incapable of focusing on the key points..." Zhang Xun finally turned his head to Chen Linhu, thinking that he wanted you to "shout it nicely", and you must grasp the key words of "polite and sensible".

As soon as he turned his head around, he met Chen Linhu's gaze.

The black ink-like eyes were shining brightly under the sunshine in the room in the autumn afternoon, Zhang Xun showed a little caution from his tense face, and turned involuntarily when the words came to his mouth: "Okay, I also said before Now, if you want to come, just knock on the door, and my cat will tell me the news for you if it hears anything."

Brother Hu lay on the bed and yawned in an ugly way.

Chen Linhu stared at Zhang Xun's face for a few seconds, but he couldn't see any trace of duplicity from Zhang Xun's smiling face, and he was slightly relieved.

He really can't think of any good places to go on Saturdays and Sundays.

I don't want to stay in the dormitory very much, the home has been occupied by mahjong, and the old man Chen is currently playing mahjong. , For the first time, I spent an afternoon reading books next to Zhang Xun's bookshelf.

Zhang Xun's room has undergone some changes since autumn. The floor of the bedroom has been covered with a carpet, and the books on the bookshelf have been added. Chen Linhu is sitting on the carpet and reading.

When not working in a book cafe, Zhang Xun basically spends writing in front of the computer. After making room for Chen Linhu, the two go about their business without disturbing each other. Occasionally, whoever gets up to go to the kitchen to pour water or make coffee, will Give each other a drink.

There are books for taste, there are carpets, there are cats who are not afraid of themselves, and there is coffee.Chen Linhu couldn't think of any place that looked more like a refuge under the apocalypse than here.

There is also Zhang Xun in the refuge who will not make Chen Linhu tense and tired of coping.

"Anyway, the cat is used to you," Zhang Xun smiled at Chen Linhu, and took the finished test paper handed to him by Ding Yule, "Come if you want."

Chen Linhu didn't understand what "the cat is used to you" had anything to do with this matter, but Zhang Xun's voice was full of laughter, letting him know that Zhang Xun didn't care about it.

When the weather turned cold, Zhang Xun's loose short-sleeves were all brought into the closet, replaced by a gray high-necked thin liner, which wrapped the body and extended all the way to Zhang Xun's Adam's apple, making the line of the jaw clearer and sharper.Wearing a pair of loose slacks very casually, stepping on the carpet with bare feet, relaxing as much as you can.

Unlike Ding Yule's glasses, which looked like lenses made from two knocked-off beer bottles, Zhang Xun was very short-sighted, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose were surrounded by light-colored metal frames. There is a mature and stable texture.

Chen Linhu took a few glances, lowered his head and turned the sketchbook forward two pages, and added a pair of glasses to a side sketch of a character.

"Brother, what are you drawing?" Ding Yule squatted in front of Chen Linhu. After a few times of contact, he was completely immune to Chen Linhu's fierce appearance, and he was much more comfortable speaking, "Can I see it?"

Chen Linhu subconsciously covered the page just now, and nodded after turning to the latest page: "Yes."

Ding Yu happily squeezed to Chen Linhu's side, and stretched his head to look.

The sketchbook is divided into several small areas, each area is equivalent to a small canvas, and Chen Linhu draws different compositions in each area.

"What are you painting?" Ding Yule asked.

"There is a competition in the department," Chen Linhu explained without any ups and downs, "I haven't figured out how to draw, so I draw a few more compositions to find out the feeling."

Zhang Xun also remembered that Tong Fei mentioned this in the book cafe before, and seeing that Chen Linhu meant that he was sure to participate, he couldn't help but became interested, pulled his chair back, leaned forward and stretched his head to watch: "so much?"

He was still a little far away from Chen Linhu, but he blocked the light from the window as soon as he came over. Perhaps because of this, Chen Linhu felt that his presence was stronger than that of Ding Yule who was closer to him, so he unconsciously clenched his pencil tightly. The frame of the composition is highlighted again.

"Do you have to draw all of this?" Ding Yule also felt a lot.

Chen Linhu shook his head: "Just choose one."

This kind of messy composition is basically composed of simple and messy lines and color blocks. Except for the painter himself, no one else can see the content. Ding Yule asked: "Then which one do you want to choose?"

Before Chen Linhu answered, Zhang Xun stretched out his hand, clicked on a composition, and said firmly: "This."

The position he clicked was too correct, Chen Linhu looked up at him in surprise.

"You still understand this, Mr. Zhang?" Ding Yule was also curious, and quickly asked Chen Linhu, "Is this really brother?"

"..." Chen Linhu was puzzled, but he didn't lie, "Yes."

Zhang Xun was serious: "Look, I have basically figured out your heart."

This statement has no credibility. If it were someone else, Chen Linhu would probably still sneer in his heart.

But from Zhang Xun's mouth, it seems that it is more serious than adding BUFF.

Chen Linhu half-closed his eyes and looked at Zhang Xun. The latter leaned his elbows on the back of the chair and smiled a bit cunningly with his hands on his face.

"Really," Zhang Xun said, "I know what you think."

Ding Yule was not very curious about this matter, he looked at Chen Linhu, hesitated for a few seconds before saying: "Brother, what, can you help me look at the painting?"

Chen Linhu didn't understand.

"We have a lot of people in the studio, and the teacher spoke very quickly when we were evaluating paintings. I didn't quite understand..." Ding Yule's voice became softer as he spoke, and he explained a few words like a mosquito, and finally concluded, "Can you give me See what's wrong, I think it's wrong, but I won't change it."

The long list he explained was actually useless. Just from the way Ding Yule spoke, Chen Linhu could guess that he probably had no sense of presence in the studio, and he was the type who didn't take the initiative to communicate with the teacher.

Before Chen Linhu could answer, Ding Yule took out a piece of sketch paper from the drawing bag he brought over, and handed it over carefully.

It is true that Chen Linhu is an art student, but this is the first time he has experienced this kind of teaching. The phrase "I will not change" was stuck in his throat, and he swallowed it after a while. He took the sketch paper and looked at it. .

Ding Yule should have just started learning sketching for a short time. The objects of sketching are still in the stage of plaster geometric shapes. Several plasters are combined together. Chen Linhu looked at the painting from a distance for a while, without saying a word.

No one spoke for a while, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward.

"What is this painting?" Zhang Xun had no choice but to stand up and take the initiative to adjust. "A plaster cast?"

"Geometry." Chen Linhu glanced at him, "Aren't you checking the papers?"

Zhang Xun took out a cigarette, put it on, and said with a vague smile, "I haven't seen Teacher Chen give a lecture yet, so I have to listen carefully."

Teacher Chen didn't know how to give lectures, and he couldn't fart for a long time while holding the sketch paper. When Ding Yule started to tap his toes on the ground, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his thumb against a few places on the paper.

"The boundary line between light and dark doesn't have to be stuck like this." Chen Linhu's voice was dry, and he lowered his voice a lot in order to appear less fierce. Curved, the boundary line should be a little more rounded, just find some books and copy it and you will understand."

It was rare for him to say such a long sentence in one breath, and Zhang Xun was a little stunned.

Chen Linhu's thumb wiped the boundary line on the sphere, and the lead foam was pushed away, and the two ends of the bow-shaped boundary line were naturally and smoothly transitioned, revealing the fullness and roundness of the sphere.

Zhang Xun's eyes chased Chen Linhu's fingers, his white fingertips were soon covered with lead dust, he didn't care, he casually rubbed a few similar places, his lips were slightly pursed on his expressionless face, stubborn, Still a little nervous.

"What I said," Chen Linhu paused, "is it clear?"

Ding Yule nodded, then nodded again: "Clear, Mr. Chen."

"...Don't dare to do it," Chen Linhu returned the painting to him, "Stop losing my life."

Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing.

"I still have a few more at home." Ding Yule also smiled, looking at Chen Linhu with affection in his eyes, "Can you help me take another look?"

Chen Linhu really wanted to say "no", but Ding Yule's expression made him unable to say it.

He received a light blow on his calf, and Zhang Xun pressed his foot against his knee very slightly, and said in a gloating voice, "Hey, Mr. Chen, I'm asking you."

Chen Linhu glanced at Zhang Xun, but because he was the owner of the house, Chen Linhu didn't punch him in the foot.

"Okay," Teacher Xiao Chen nodded calmly, and made up a patch on his promise in a very adult way, "But my level is also average, so I can't say much."

Ding Yule got up quickly, said "no problem" several times in a row, and trotted back to his home to get the painting.

Only Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun were left in the room, as well as a fat cat that had fallen asleep.

"Hey, Mr. Chen." Zhang Xun saw Chen Linhu's expressionless and serious face, and couldn't help teasing him, "How about it, do you feel fulfilled teaching children?"

Chen Linhu decided to ignore him completely, spread out his sketchbook, holding a pencil in one hand, and prepared to add a few more compositional ideas.

Zhang Xun didn't move the chair back, but looked at him with his chin propped up.

Without raising his head, Chen Linhu could think of his half-smile face.

When there were only the two of them in the small bedroom, they were actually quiet most of the time. It was the first time for Zhang Xun to watch Chen Linhu's paintings from such a close distance. Because of the height problem, he couldn't see Chen Linhu's face, only his black hair and downcast eyes. eyelashes.

"Can you stop looking at me?" Chen Linhu suddenly raised his head and said helplessly, "I can't draw."

"Isn't it a coincidence," Zhang Xun said, "I can't write a manuscript even if others look at me, so I just want to see if you are the same."

Chen Linhu was so angry that he stared at Zhang Xun like a bastard.

Zhang Xun raised his hands to admit defeat, and was about to drag the chair back to its original position.

Just moved less than half a centimeter, Chen Linhu's voice sounded: "How do you know which composition I chose?"

Zhang Xun froze for a moment, then turned to look at Chen Linhu.

Chen Linhu frowned slightly, he really didn't understand.

"I know what you think," Zhang Xun said seriously, "Come here, and I'll tell you the tricks of this kind of mind reading."

Chen Linhu was very sure that Zhang Xun was talking nonsense, but for some reason, he moved towards Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun leaned over and said at a place very close to Chen Linhu: "Because you put emphasis on that composition frame, I just pointed at that."

He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his pronunciation was a little slurred.He had just drank coffee before smoking, and the taste in his mouth swept over Chen Linhu's ears with enthusiasm.

The bitter smell of coffee was quickly captured by Chen Linhu's sense of smell, and the tip of his ear caught a little bit of warmth.

"I was just guessing," Zhang Xun straightened up immediately after speaking, so as not to be punched in the head by Chen Linhu, "you don't really think that I know what you are thinking? Oh, Huzi, how grown up are you? this?"

Chen Linhu looked at the number one hooligan and his shoulders trembled as he laughed, as if he had won a big game against Chen Linhu, and suddenly he also showed an unclear smile.

Before Zhang Xun could react, his ankle was grabbed.

Chen Linhu held Zhang Xun's ankle with one hand and the pliers, and the fingers of the other hand circled around his ankle. The trajectory of the thumb's pulp was like a warm snake, wrapping around Zhang Xun's ankle. Xun's ankle swung down, and it crushed heavily on his foot.

Zhang Xun seemed to have a tendon twisted, and he shrank back like a conditioned reflex, and looked at his ankle again.

A streak of lead ash was screwed on it impressively, and the streak on the foot was particularly obvious.

"Zhang Xun," Chen Linhu retaliated successfully, holding up the hand that he wiped clean for Ding Yule's repainting, "How old are you, aren't your bare feet cold?"

He smiled and showed a pair of heartless canine teeth, Zhang Xun's mind was filled with sultriness, thinking that this fucking boy is really capable of anything.

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground at some point, but Zhang Xun didn't notice it.

Chen Linhu picked up the cigarette and handed it to him, looked up at Zhang Xun's face.

Behind the metal glasses frame, Zhang Xun's eyelashes were very long, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or embarrassment, and he was shaking randomly.

"Damn it." Chen Linhu heard Zhang Xun curse, "Sooner or later, I'll beat you up."

Immediately, Zhang Xun used Ding Yule's language test paper to slap Chen Linhu's head lightly, covering his sight.

When the vision was covered, the feeling of Zhang Xun breaking free from Chen Linhu's hand suddenly became very clear.

The knuckles of the ankle brushed against his palm, leaving an indescribable touch.

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