muddy boy

The content of the papers for elective courses is not much, probably knowing that most of the students are just dealing with it, and the number of words required by the teacher is not very serious.

Chen Linhu finished drafting around [-] or [-] o'clock, went to the playground to run twice to exercise his body, and bumped into Fang Qing at the door when he returned to the dormitory, sweating profusely.

I almost didn't get up in the morning, and the two of them had nothing to say at the moment.

Chen Linhu has always been impatient to whitewash the peace, so he glanced at Fang Qing indifferently, and found that Hu Weiming was still standing beside him. The two of them probably had just handed over work at the dormitory management department. They were holding a few documents and talking while looking at Chen Linhu .

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the way Fang Qing looked at him was slightly different from that in the morning.

In addition to dissatisfaction and anger, there seemed to be some subtle sarcasm and sneer.

Chen Linhu didn't bother to answer, and walked straight back to the dormitory as if he didn't see him after one glance.He didn't care whether Fang Qing was still brooding or not, and he didn't care what mood he was in. Most of the thesis was finished and Zhang Xun's phone call in the afternoon had liberated him from depression.

There will be no classes in the first two quarters tomorrow morning, so Zhou Zhuangzhuang will drag Shang Qinghua and Gao Yi into the black again, and when he sees Chen Linhu coming back, he warmly invites him to join the battle.

Chen Linhu would rather play checkers with his grandfather than play games with Zhou Zhuangzhuang. After taking a bath, he directly made Zhou Zhuangzhuang give up by saying that he still wanted to paint.

"Why are you sleeping or painting," Zhou Zhuangzhuang said, "doing exercises again?"

Chen Linhu put on the earphones: "Does it matter? You, win three games in a row and then discuss with me about playing games."

This standard has not been met until the 307 senior year is approaching graduation.

Turning on the PS, Chen Linhu first fine-tuned a boss's order according to the other party's needs and then sent it to him. The other party responded shortly after, and he was very satisfied. He settled the balance and Chen Linhu transferred it to his bank card.

His bank card was opened behind the back of his parents, and he specially saved the money he earned from his drawings. He has been saving it since he learned computer drawing in high school, and he tried to spend some of his daily expenses on this card as much as possible.The money given by parents, except for tuition fees, is on another card.

The increase in the amount of deposits is a happy thing, Chen Linhu is in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth are raised.

The door of the dormitory was pushed open, Fang Qing walked in, made eye contact with Chen Linhu, looked at the mobile phone in his hand, paused for half a second on Chen Linhu's face inquiringly, and walked to himself without saying a word. For the bed, pull the curtain of the table under the bed with a "swish".

Chen Linhu put down his phone, turned off the manuscript, and opened another PSD file.

On the long canvas is a relatively simple little cartoon, with a brisk painting style and casual content: a fat cat with big ears and fierce eyes meets a crane that is also rummaging through the trash can on the way.

The cat was shocked and asked you why the crane is here?

Xianhe said politely, because this is a fucking cartoon.

"What did you draw? This is it." Shang Qinghua got up to go to the bathroom, and glanced at it happily. "This cat looks really unique. It looks like it's about to be ready for slaughter, right?"

Chen Linhu created a new layer hook line: "The homework of the previous sub-camera design class."

"Didn't you hand in all the homework for that class?" Shang Qinghua was puzzled.

"This is invalid," Chen Linhu replied, "It's okay anyway, I want to finish the painting."

It was supposed to be handed in, but the teacher felt that it had little to do with the assigned topic, so it was discarded.

Shang Qinghua said "Oh", and looked at it for a while with interest: "Okay, there is that 'I don't know why but I want to laugh' flavor, you draw quickly, is there a follow-up? I Follow up the serialization."

There is no follow-up, this is what Chen Linhu drew while practicing storyboarding.

In fact, the storyboard drawing is relatively flat and has no skills. The factory art student created for the exam like him spends most of his time drawing sketches, colors and sketches. Before taking this major, he never thought that he could touch "storyboard "This kind of thing.

But Chen Linhu unexpectedly felt that drawing was not bad, a bit like writing a diary when he was a child, and drawing illustrations when he got tired of writing.

The feeling of being obsessed with one thing is very strange. When Chen Linhu looked up again, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.He exported the pictures and posted them on Weibo and the accounts of several platforms he used to receive manuscripts.

Since it was the first time he drew this kind of thing, he casually labeled it with a few appropriate labels.

Looking back at it on the phone again, Chen Linhu felt a small sense of accomplishment.

This feeling has not appeared for many years.

When Duan Qiao came out of the unit, he sneezed twice in a row. The weather was getting colder and colder, and it was the annual season of getting fat for the winter.

One of the street lights at the entrance of the unit was broken, and the light was flickering.Duan Qiao glanced twice, there was still a man standing under the street lamp, smoking a cigarette, he was wearing a thin coat with his arms open.

When the snot bubbles are frozen out for you, you won't look good, Duan Qiao thought, where did the two hundred and five come from.

The [-] under the street lamp turned around and put out the cigarette, Duan Qiao recognized it as Zhang Xun's [-].

"You're not cold, you," Duan Qiao shouted in amazement and wonder, and walked over, "What are you wearing, the wrapping bag for the popsicles, right?"

Hearing the movement, Zhang Xun grinned at him: "Yes, whoever wears clothes wants to make the packaging look better."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became very hoarse, and Duan Qiao got closer to see Zhang Xun's face through the streetlight.

"Hey, you," Duan Qiao was even more surprised, "What's going on? It's as if someone's energy has been sucked out."

Zhang Xun's face turned pale, he didn't know whether it was because of the cold or something, his lips were dry and peeling, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I have a cold and a fever," Zhang Xun said indifferently, "I have been resting at home for two days without going to work, and I'm fine. I just can't sleep."

Duan Qiao was so angry that she could not wait to give them a slap in the face: "Then you are still talking outside? Come on, go to my place first, I will talk to Xiaomeng, and ask her to help get some food after get off work."

"No, don't bother." Zhang Xun shook his head and lit another cigarette, "Duan Qiao, Zhang Cheng is looking for me."

Duan Qiao was taken aback: "Your brother?"

"Called my cell phone two days ago, and I picked it up without paying attention," Zhang Xun said and looked at him again, "The cell phone number you gave?"

"I won't give him your mobile phone number even if I gave him the bank card number." Duan Qiao said, looking at Zhang Xun's state, sighed, "Well, let's find a warm place to eat first, what's going on here? ?”

For a while, they didn't think of any warm place, and the two rode Zhang Xun's little electric donkey to the barbecue shop last time.Saying hello to the boss, I found a corner with few tables during the meal, and the boss made two bowls of noodles.

"Do you drink?" the boss asked.

"No, I almost did something bad when I drank it last time," Zhang Xun smiled, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." The boss waved his hand.

As soon as the boss left, Duan Qiao hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Zhang Cheng knows you're in Baoxiang?"

"I know my mobile phone number," Zhang Xunqi opened a bottle of Arctic Ocean, drank it casually, and rubbed Duan Qiao's hands anxiously, "no one knows my number except you, the landlord and Huzi, you didn't tell me, I guess it was inquired from a former colleague who still has some business dealings with me."

"That's really embarrassing for your brother," Duan Qiao smiled mockingly, "I didn't care about anything before, but now I have to find someone everywhere to get a mobile phone number."

For Zhang Xun, Zhang Cheng is an NPC with the title of "brother". The two brothers never spoke seriously from the first time they met until Zhang Xun left.

"What's the matter with your brother?" Duan Qiao asked, "You tell me from the beginning, so I can cover for you, right?"

Zhang Xun rubbed his face. In fact, he didn't fall asleep much at home in the past two days. He couldn't sleep even with his eyes closed, but he was very awake.

He took a bite of the roast lamb and said vaguely, "Have you ever seen an institution that specializes in correcting homosexuality?"

Duan Qiao didn't finish his drink of Arctic Ocean, choking so much that it came out of his nostrils, and stared at Zhang Xun in a daze.

"I've seen it before, the gate across the road," Zhang Xun smiled, "My dad gave me my name, drove me and said he would take me for a drive, and almost let me in. Just run, I don’t care if my ankle is sprained.”

Duan Qiao snorted his face with his sleeve, his head was sweating, but his heart was cold.

The first thing I thought about was electrotherapy, electric chair, and torture.I find it incredible that this kind of thing can be used on Zhang Xun. Is Zhang Xun's father crazy or does not treat his son as a human being.

It was only later that I realized that there was another meaning in Zhang Xun's words.

"Then, then you..." Duan Qiao didn't know how to speak, and slapped her thigh, "I said, why don't you fucking fall in love, the relationship is really not suitable for the pot and the cover!"

Zhang Xun was amused by his words: "Actually, we talked about it. When I was a teacher near my home, someone chased me. Man, I might be really bored at that time, so I talked about it in a daze. Later, his family found out If it makes trouble at my school, I will resign and leave.”

"Damn it." Duan Qiao's mood can only be expressed by national abuse. "You can't fall in love alone. Why did you catch you? How about that person, why don't you drag your family?"

"I haven't seen you since I didn't show up." Zhang Xun shook his head, too lazy to describe this stupid experience that lasted for two months, "Although my father is retired, he still has old acquaintances at school, so we will pass the news home Yes. You know about my family’s situation, why don’t you stay here.”

If it wasn't for being in the store right now, Duan Qiao would really like to light a cigarette.

He guessed that Zhang Xun probably had a falling out with his family when he ran out, but he didn't expect it to be so thorough.

"I was planning to rot this matter in my stomach, but Zhang Cheng found me again." Zhang Xun lowered his head and sucked two mouthfuls of noodles, his stomach was empty and hurt because he hadn't eaten much for two days, "If you mind..."

"I don't care. Do you like men or women? I have nothing to do with me. I'm a magnet for you." Duan Qiao came back to his senses, stared at him and patted the table, "You should have told me By the way, who else can you talk to besides me? Tell the truth, are you guarding against me from the beginning, afraid that I will have ideas? "

Zhang Xun originally wanted to have a laugh, but seeing Duan Qiao's serious face, he swallowed his words again, and said after a while, "Yes. I don't believe that other people don't mind, even my own parents can't stand it."

Duan Qiao's nose was sore, she rubbed it covertly, and asked in a low voice: "Then why did Zhang Cheng call you? You have run so fucking far, and the ghost is still lingering."

Don't say "your brother" this time.

"Tell me that my mother is sick and hospitalized," Zhang Xun rolled the meat from the skewer into a bowl, his movements were calm and his expression was very calm, "I want to see me, call me back."

"Sick?" Duan Qiao said, "What should I do? Are you going back?"

Zhang Xun smiled: "My dad almost beat me to death when I came home from resignation. When I was locked in the house, I ran through the window and found a small hotel. Zhang Cheng called me and said that my mother If you are sick, you need to talk to me. After I went back, my dad said he would take me for a drive to have a good talk, and almost got into a correctional institution.”

"...No," Duan Qiao was speechless, "Your brother is usually quiet, but it's quite seamless to cooperate with your parents."

"I don't blame him," Zhang Xun said casually while stirring the noodles, "He was squashed and rounded by my dad, and he can do whatever he asks. Besides, I didn't grow up with him when I was young. It's normal not to be very close."

Duan Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, and ordered two bottles of beer, but didn't give Zhang Xun, and opened the bottle caps to drink by himself.

"You should also take a couple of mouthfuls of horse urine," Zhang Xun said while eating, calmer than Duan Qiao, "I didn't want to tell you these trivial things, it's really embarrassing."

"I used to," Duan Qiao pointed to her nose, "I was chased by my dad's gang of creditors and didn't go home for a week. I was smelly all over, and I was so hungry that I couldn't stand crying. It's not like you haven't seen it before. What's the matter? shameful."

This time, Zhang Xun remembered that at that time he risked his life to smuggle Duan Qiao home, let him take a bath and change his clothes, and even had a warm night's sleep.

"You are going up now," Zhang Xun smiled, "I am different."

Duan Qiao clinked glasses with his Arctic Ocean: "What's the difference? Old Zhang, a person can never be sure whether he is going up or not in his life. Anyway, he can only go hard, except for those grandchildren who are born riding a thousand-mile horse. Ordinary people walk in the same ugly posture, but they don't intend to stop, and they can't stop."

Zhang Xun finished drinking the Arctic Ocean in his hand, and said, "I'm happy if you didn't give Zhang Cheng my mobile phone number. There are not many people I can trust."

Chen Linhu came out of the pharmacy, holding several boxes of medicine that Old Chen asked him to fill up and eye drops for himself.

In order to buy the brands he used to, Chen Linhu went a little further to a big pharmacy to buy everything.At this moment, he was swiping his phone and walking back.

A few days ago, he inadvertently posted the sketch he finished on Weibo. Unexpectedly, in the past two days, there have been many retweets and comments, and the number of fans has also increased a little.

He was not very good at replying to comments, so he hesitated to choose two expressions and replied, lowering his head and almost bumping into someone.

"Sorry." Chen Linhu hurriedly put away the phone.

When the person hit raised his face, Chen Linhu was stunned: "Zhang Xun? Why are you here?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Xun bit his cigarette and pointed to the signboard of the barbecue shop behind him, "It's Friday today? You're back."

Chen Linhu frowned when he heard that. He hadn't heard from Zhang Xun for two days. When he went to the book cafe, only Wu Yue and his nephew, whom the boss temporarily pulled over to act as head, kept their feet on the ground. They all said that Zhang Xun had asked for leave.

"You didn't reply to my message." Chen Linhu looked at Zhang Xun and said.

With this tough tone and this face, anyone else could think that this is someone who is looking for trouble.Zhang Xun said with a smile: "Did you send it? I didn't look at my phone. It's been turned off for the past two days, and you can't even make calls."

Turning off the phone in modern times is basically equivalent to being isolated from the world. Chen Linhu subconsciously looked at Zhang Xun's face carefully, and saw Zhang Xun's bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair through the muddy street lights at midnight.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Linhu frowned looking for an adjective, "It's as if you've been beaten internally."

Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing, feeling that Chen Linhu's ability to describe was rather weird but precise.

Before she had time to speak, there was an "Aww" sound from behind, Duan Qiao jumped down from the steps, and hung on Zhang Xun from behind: "Ah Zhang, you can't hide it from me anymore, Zhang Cheng's grandson is really not good!" Authentic, ah training."

Zhang Xun was almost strangled by him, and quickly pulled Chen Linhu to help him unload Duan Qiao from his back, cursing: "I almost broke my spine! Wait for you, wait for Xiaomeng to come over, The stuffing will be punched out for you."

Chen Linhu was taken aback by Duan Qiao's lethality after drinking too much: "What happened to him?"

"I drank two more bottles." Zhang Xun pulled Duan Qiao to the side of the road, "It's okay, you go first, I finished calling his partner, and his partner is nearby, drive over to pick him up."

Duan Qiao was a little drunk, but he was still able to walk and stand. Zhang Xun dragged him against a tree by the side of the road and muttered.

"I'll wait too." Seeing Duan Qiao like this, Chen Linhu dropped another guy for Zhang Xun, and Zhang Xun had to add a steel plate tonight.

Zhang Xun pressed the lighter and glanced at him: "It's cold, don't waste it all here."

"It's not cold." Chen Linhu picked up Duan Qiao who was sliding down the tree trunk with one hand.

Zhang Xun knew he was stubborn, so he didn't try to persuade him. He sighed, "That's fine. It just so happened that my lighter was out of gas. Please help me watch him, and I'll go buy a new one."

Chen Linhu nodded, and Zhang Xun walked to the nearest small supermarket.

Compared with Zhang Xun's wine products, Duan Qiao is much worse.When he is too drunk, he has to walk wherever he wants, and he has a heavy body and likes to hang on people. As soon as Chen Linhu pulls him, he scrambles to put his shoulders on Chen Linhu's shoulders, hangs on him, and shouts like a tiger for a while. .

Chen Linhu struggled to support him, smelled the smell of barbecue mixed with wine, wrinkled his nose: "You two are the only one who gets drunk after eating."

"Isn't it? I'm fucking drunk like a bastard." Duan Qiao was still able to pick up the conversation, saying indistinctly, "There are too many bastards in this world, but who is in the way of our old Zhang? Is it? Just a relationship, almost going to a bastard institution..."

Chen Linhu was dumbfounded by his "bastard", and even more dumbfounded by the second half of the sentence.

Why talk about a relationship, why talk about going to an institution.

"What are you in a daze for?" Zhang Xun's voice interrupted Chen Linhu's thoughts. While throwing the bought cigarettes and lighter into the car basket next to him, he hurriedly helped Chen Linhu set up Duan Qiao, and raised his chin to the side. , "The cars have arrived, and honking the horn is almost like a percussion."

Not far away, a black Volkswagen was frantically honking its horn, and Ning Xiaomeng's expression on the driver's seat was particularly ferocious. Duan Qiao suddenly woke up a lot from fright, and quickly patted the shoulders of the two people on the left and right: "Hurry up, hurry up!" Help me to the leader's car."

That was the first time Chen Linhu saw Duan Qiao being so nimble, he slipped into the back seat as soon as he arrived in front of the car like a rabbit.

"Did you cause trouble for you two?" Ning Xiaomeng rolled down the car window, "Get in the car and give you a ride."

Zhang Xun bent down and waved his hands: "I'll forget it, I still have to ride the tram." Then he turned to Chen Linhu and said, "Why don't you get on the bus? The Cultural Palace is closed at this point, and you can't take a shortcut."

Chen Linhu shook his head. Although he and Ning Xiaomeng also had a meal, they still didn't know each other very well, so they couldn't help it.

Recognize students.Zhang Xun smiled, but he didn't know what the standards of acquaintances and acquaintances were in this kid's mind.

"Okay, he will take my tram back." Zhang Xun said to Ning Xiaomeng, and pointed to Duan Qiao in the back seat, "Just take care of him."

Ning Xiaomeng really cared about Duan Qiao. After a while, she turned her head and looked at it several times, so she had to explain a few more words, and then took two cups of hot milk tea from the car and gave them to them: "It's cold, but it's warm."

"Call me," Duan Qiao yelled while sitting behind, "Call me when you get home, Old Zhang."

Zhang Xun knocked on the car window: "Mind yourself."

The black car started and quickly merged into the traffic flow.

"Then let's go, too." Zhang Xun took out the car keys from his trouser pocket, "Take the milk tea and give Uncle Chen a cup when he goes back. Doesn't he like this?"

Chen Linhu looked at his pale face under the street lamp, held two cups of milk tea in one hand, and touched his forehead with the free hand, frowned and asked: "Your complexion is very bad, you are sick. gone?"

Zhang Xun was caught off guard by Chen Linhu's palm, and his heart skipped a beat, as if he had been stirred in bitter water, splashing unknown-smelling droplets.

"No," he patted the back of Chen Linhu's hand, "I just didn't sleep well."

His forehead was not hot, but rather cold. Zhang Xun was wearing thin clothes all day long, and Chen Linhu couldn't understand what he was thinking.

He often suffered from insomnia when he was in high school, but he didn't look like Zhang Xun, and he could act in ghost movies.

"Then don't ride the bike," Chen Linhu pushed away Zhang Xun's hand and put the milk tea in the basket, "You're driving fatigued, and I'm afraid of sitting in the back seat."

Zhang Xun was amused, but he didn't refuse. He put his hands in his pockets and waited for Chen Linhu to push the car out.

The light in the barbecue restaurant at night has a smell of cumin. I didn’t feel it in the store just now, but now it’s a bit cold to stand outside, and the cumin-flavored light is not so warm.

Chen Linhu pushed the car and sat on it. When Zhang Xun climbed into the back seat, he took off his thick coat and handed it to him.

"I'm not cold." Zhang Xun was stunned.

"Put it on," Chen Linhu raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't look like you can survive just insomnia. Put it on and put the hat on your head."

Before Zhang Xun could refuse again, he turned on the accelerator, and the little eDonkey obediently turned onto the non-motorized lane.

Zhang Xun couldn't do anything about this kind of stubbornness, so he put on a jacket that still had Chen Linhu's body temperature on it.

"Aren't you cold?" Zhang Xun said at the top of his voice, "If you get cold later, don't cry with me on the second floor."

"You know it's cold," Chen Linhu said, "Shut up and save yourself from the wind. Why did you turn off your phone?"

Zhang Xun was just wearing a coat at first, but he didn't feel it when he was freezing. Once the temperature of the coat was wrapped up, he felt that there was air leaking everywhere, which was unbearable.So I just put it on.

"Are you telling me to shut up or to talk?" Zhang Xun smiled while zipping, "Close it if you want. What are you looking for in such a hurry?"

Chen Linhu was stopped by the question.Yes, what are you looking for?It's okay, and there's no rush.

Just a little flustered, especially since Zhang Xun was gone after Yuan Yu and Fang Qing went to the book cafe, he had been wondering if there was any connection between these two things until just now.

After a while, Chen Linhu said: "How can you contact me if you don't turn on the phone?"

Zhang Xun thought for a long time, but he didn't understand Chen Linhu's logic.

"Is it because I haven't slept for a long time that affects my brain, or I didn't understand what you said?" Zhang Xun wondered.

In fact, Chen Linhu didn't explain himself, so he changed the topic: "How long have you not slept?"

"I don't know," Zhang Xun said with sore eyes, blinking a few times, "Let's go up in 28 to nine hours."

This was much longer than Chen Linhu's highest record for insomnia. He turned his head and looked in shock: "Why don't I just bring you to the hospital."

"Just hit the electric pole directly," Zhang Xun said, rubbing his eyes, "It will be fine if you knock me out of this disease. I'm already a little sleepy right now, and I'm brewing, and it's almost enough to sleepwalk home when I arrive at the family home. .” I just don’t know if I can fall asleep lying on the bed at home.

Chen Linhu laughed, seeing that Zhang Xun's eyes really couldn't be opened, he said, "Lie on my back and close your eyes for a while."

Zhang Xun's lips moved, and he smiled: "Then you set up a small clinic for me halfway, and I woke up with no kidneys."

"Well," Chen Linhu said, "how do you know it's time for me to change my phone."

Both of them couldn't help laughing, and Zhang Xun's strings that seemed to be tensed a few days ago were loosened by laughter now.

"Let's lie on my back and rest for a while," Chen Linhu said with his back turned to him, "I've got wind on my back, you hold me down."

The soreness in Zhang Xun's eyes was unbearable, and he thought to himself, good guy, this kid can still talk like that.

He remembered the day he jumped out of his father's car and ran away, panting like a dog, it was also such a cold day, his teeth were fighting with the cold, and he didn't dare to stop.

At that moment, he was thinking, if he fainted halfway, would anyone be able to carry him to a safe place.

Chen Linhu didn't wait for an answer, and was about to speak again, when he felt Zhang Xun leaning against his back as if he had vented his strength.

Zhang Xun's face was buried on Chen Linhu's back, the soft material of the sweater sucked away a little of the damp heat from his eyes, and returned to him Chen Linhu's body temperature, and the smell of laundry detergent that was baked like anesthetic gas.

Chen Linhu slowed down the speed of the car a little, fearing that Zhang Xun would fall off.

There was a vibration from his back, and Zhang Xun said in a muffled voice, "When will you send me that picture? I should have changed the screen saver of my phone."

"I'll send it to you when I get back." Chen Linhu said with a smile.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, the night and the streaming crowd wrapped the two people on the small eDonkey, like two tiny fish in a big river.

When turning the corner, Chen Linhu felt that Zhang Xun's body was shaking, and he yelled, but nothing happened. When he looked back, he found that Zhang Xun had fallen asleep.

Since he fell asleep and fell from the back seat of the car when he was a child, Chen Linhu really wanted to wake Zhang Xun up.After moving his body, Zhang Xun didn't wake up, but slept soundly.

It was a bit unbearable to wake him up.

Chen Linhu stared at him for a few seconds, turned slightly and put his hands behind his back, and struggled to pull up the hat on his coat and put it on Zhang Xun's head.

Only then did he cautiously drive the electric car to the corner of the small square next to him, and stopped with his feet on the ground.

There were still cigarettes and lighters in the car basket, Chen Linhu picked them out and lit one.

From here, you can also see the streets with street lights and cars passing by, and the stream of light flows like a stream at night.They are in the dimly lit corner, like two idiot fish who can't choose to leave the school of fish with or against the current.

Chen Linhu smoked a cigarette, looked at Guanghe in the distance, and waited for Zhang Xun on his back to wake up.

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Night is a time when you can temporarily leave the group -V-