muddy boy

Zhang Xun was awakened by the car horn and opened his eyes.

The hood of the coat was buttoned on his head at some point, and he saw the vehicles and street lights passing by on the road in the distance through the gap, and then realized that he was still in the back seat of the little eDonkey.

Leaning on Chen Linhu's back gave Zhang Xun the illusion that he was sleeping on some kind of electric blanket. His coat was like a propped up tent, and he was buckled tightly on Chen Linhu's back.

Chen Linhu didn't move, he only breathed and his body undulated.

The small square is quiet and empty, and the only thing that can be heard is the sound of cars passing by on the road in the distance.

Zhang Xun closed his eyes again, and stayed in the warm darkness for a while in silence.For the first time, he knew that such a narrow darkness could have such a temperature, which was different from the dry heat of summer, and what was dried was the air-cooling of thinking.

When Chen Linhu pressed the lighter for the third time tonight, Zhang Xun's voice came from behind him: "What are you looking at?"

The voice is not as hoarse as before, with a bit of ambiguity and laziness just waking up.

"Road." Chen Linhu looked at the distant street illuminated by street lights at night, "Guanghe."

Zhang Xun smiled vaguely: "Then why don't you go down the road?"

"I'm waiting for you to wake up." Chen Linhu said.

He was talking about a fact, calm, and of course, as if waiting for someone to wake up in a small square at night is a common thing.

Zhang Xun felt like he had been punched by a lemon boxer, his whole body was sore and his mind was a little dizzy.

"Shall we go now?" Chen Linhu asked as he put out his cigarette.The voice is very soft.

Zhang Xun let out an "oh", feeling that Chen Linhu turned on the accelerator, and the little eDonkey turned around in the corner of the small square.

"Not cold, are you?" Zhang Xun asked lazily, lying on his back, "The tip of my nose is cold."

Chen Linhu shrugged his slightly stiff shoulders: "It's okay. The sweater is quite thick."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a tightness around my waist, and the heat surrounded me like a lifebuoy.

Behind him, Zhang Xun's arms were around his waist, his index fingers clasped lightly on his abdomen, and he hugged Chen Linhu from behind with a light and restrained force, cutting off the coolness behind him like a shield.

Zhang Xun's voice seemed very close because of this movement: "Aren't you cold? Are you cold?"

Chen Linhu's heart was full of waves, which rushed straight to his eardrums.The accelerator of the little eDonkey was twisted forcefully by him unconsciously, and he rushed into the bright road and merged into the river of light at night.

In fact, there is no need to go down the river, Chen Linhu felt that the ocean was already in his mind.

It was filled with water in an instant, irrigating to every corner.

It's not like Chen Linhu hadn't been dragged and hugged when he was riding in the back seat of a car before, and the boys didn't have any scruples at all when they were having fun.But at this moment, Chen Linhu felt that his limbs were stiff, and his nerves seemed to have been electrified, and they were all mushy.

"A little bit," Chen Linhu stared straight at the road ahead, trying not to hear any emotion in his voice, "It's quite cold."

Zhang Xun's lazy chuckle sounded behind his ears.

Chen Linhu didn't try to identify the reason for his smile, he just thought he was probably a kid who slapped his face to make himself fat.

It's rare for him not to worry about this, and he can only think about it, my waist is really fucking good, it's just enough for him to hug around, which proves that it fits well.

Zhang Xun yawned from behind, and Chen Linhu thought again, he probably didn't notice it.

If I think so alone, don't I look like an idiot.

Zhang Xun, who was shrunk in the back seat, naturally couldn't hear Chen Linhu's inner turmoil. He didn't realize what he was doing until the little eDonkey passed a traffic light.

It should be caused by illness and unclear mind caused by not sleeping for a long time. Zhang Xun explained to himself, and it is not good for Chen Linhu to really catch a cold.

Reasonable.

Zhang Xun loosened his arms indiscriminately, trying not to let himself feel the strength of Chen Linhu's breathing.

The little electric donkey ran forward with two people who were carrying ghosts.

After ten o'clock in the evening, there was no one in the family courtyard. Chen Lin drove his car and stopped at the gate of the second unit, and Zhang Xun also straightened up and got off the back seat.

"Coat." Zhang Xun took off Chen Linhu's thick coat and returned it to him, then took out his mobile phone in his jacket pocket to check, there were several missed calls and unread messages on it, "Duan Xiao Fatty must have arrived home, looking for me like a urging."

Chen Linhu was picking up the medicine he bought in the car basket, when he heard this, he remembered the rotten wine that Duan Qiao would hang around his neck when he was so drunk.

Immediately after, I remembered the unfinished sentence "Just a relationship, almost talking about going to some bastard institution...".

Chen Linhu glanced at Zhang Xun, his lips moved.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Xun took over and pushed the little eDonkey into the cave, "He hesitated to speak, hesitating."

"No," Chen Linhu said, and paused, "What are you talking about with Duan Qiao, why is he drunk by himself?"

Zhang Xun stopped moving and turned to look at him.

Chen Linhu put on his coat and put his hands in his pockets: "Just now he was hanging around my neck, talking about an institution or something." He added lightly, "There is also dating and so on."

Zhang Xun's heart trembled like an earthquake, and he decided to beat Duan Qiao, the old bum, tomorrow.

A long series of curses rolled through his mind, he laughed dryly, and wanted to say a few words in a perfunctory way, but when he raised his eyes, he met Chen Linhu's gaze.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor were turned off because he didn't answer, but Chen Linhu's eyes could easily distinguish even in the blurry night.

The frank, unadulterated eyes made Zhang Xun find no excuse to cheat.

"I don't want to lie to you," Zhang Xun smiled, "so don't ask. Duan Qiao is such an idiot."

The lights in the corridor were turned on again, and the plastic bag containing the medicine hanging on Chen Linhu's wrist was rustling because of the tightness of his fingers in his pocket.

He pursed his lips, probably because the feeling just now remained in his waist, Chen Linhu had some inexplicable impulse, pressed his throat, and asked him to speak: "Is it something I can't know?"

Zhang Xun was stunned.

"Still think I'm not worth talking about?" Chen Linhu said again, "Because I'm young."

He himself felt that what he said was very thoughtless.

Why do people have to tell you?Who are you?

You live upstairs and downstairs, and people still have to pay you rent, and you still find fault the other way around.

But Chen Linhu just asked, and he felt that Zhang Xun had better say what came to his mind, because Zhang Xun never used those stereotypes to prevaricate him.

Zhang Xun was a little surprised and frowned, Chen Linhu's heart skipped a beat.

"Why do you think so?" Zhang Xun stopped laughing, looked at him and said, "Why do you judge yourself by the standard of 'whether it's worth it'?"

Chen Linhu remained silent, staring at Zhang Xun's face.

"People always have one or two things that they can't say." Zhang Xun said again, "Don't judge yourself by other people's affairs or behavior, you know?"

Chen Linhu didn't hear "yes" or "whatever your business", Zhang Xun's words were not within his expectation.

He lowered his eyelashes and let out a slow "oh".

Seeing him like this, Zhang Xun's heart felt soft and warm, and the seriousness on his face immediately failed. He took two cups of milk tea out of the car basket and stuffed them to Chen Linhu, and said, "But when I want to talk, When I can't hold back, I will definitely look for you. Huzi, I don't have many acquaintances here, so I will definitely talk to you when the time comes, okay?"

The light in the corridor vaguely enveloped the two people, Chen Linhu raised his eyes to look at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched incredulously: "Yes."

Zhang Xun smiled, narrowed his eyes, patted Chen Linhu's arm and went upstairs.

Chen Linhu stood in the corridor for a while, and he let out a breath when he heard the door closing from above.

It took him a long time to get back what he wanted to say.

He wanted to ask Zhang Xun, who could make him say all the things he couldn't say.

What kind of person can let you have no scruples.

Chen Linhu restrained himself from asking, just like Zhang Xun restrained when he hugged his waist.

It's like walking a rope that was erected out of thin air. If you take another step, use a little more force, or even say one more word, some of them will fall.

When Zhang Xun reappeared and Shuga began to return to the road of being a competent worker, the number of reposts of Chen Linhu's unintentionally posted comics on Weibo and other platforms also reached a new high.

Chen Linhu looked at the illustrations that he had worked hard in the past but had a dismal popularity, and then looked at the number of reposts and comments of Fat Cat and Bald Crane, and he couldn't understand it.

Sometimes it is unintentional to insert willows, and it is inexplicably inserted into the cuteness of the people who watch it. This thing is more or less fantasy.

After the amount of retweets went up, it was seen by some well-known bigwigs in the painting circle, and they also gave a thumbs up. Chen Linhu's comments began to have people who reminded him of the future.

"This kind of small animals, cute pets, are quite popular now," Shang Qinghua answered the matter, "And how should I put it, look at your fat cat and bald crane's painting style, which is special, ugly Meng. Hey, shall I post it to you on the school forum?"

Chen Linhu didn't have any objections to this, Shang Qinghua and Zhou Zhuangzhuang forwarded it to the school forum, and the first graders also joined in the fun, likes and forwards, 307 was very noisy about this for a while.

It may be that there are gains and losses. Here, the Liu who accidentally planted willows looks good, and the results of the competition in the department over there, Chen Linhu won a participation award, tied with eight people.

Chen Linhu felt that he might have been careless, and he didn't know where he was going. He might not be serious in the competition, so he learned from the pain, and watched the works of several people who won the award on the school website together with a senior high school student who also participated in the award. Judges' comments, let's see what's wrong.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you always feel something is wrong when you look at it.

"The drawing of No.1 is quite good." Chen Linhu said objectively, "It has reached the level of a commercial draft."

The first-class senior moved a stool to watch with him: "Isn't it. This is a senior in the third year. He has already started to do projects with the teacher. I heard that he started to accept the outsourcing of original paintings from game companies when he was a freshman. Experience Quite rich, he often takes first and second place in school competitions.”

The seniors don't participate in the competition, and they have already started to prepare for internships and graduation projects.

Chen Linhu sighed in his heart, and carefully looked at the senior's paintings again. Whether it was the overall tone or the use of colors, as well as the composition, artistic conception, expressiveness, and completion, he couldn't keep up. Mood, you have to use "admiration".

The three winners of the second prize are slightly inferior to No.1, but they can be regarded as outstanding ones, pulling Chen Linhu a long way.

Needless to say, the Participation Award is basically taken over by freshmen, freshmen and sophomores. Chen Linhu's name is listed at the top of the Participation Award. The judges' comments are also quite objective, and I feel very appreciative.

What surprised Chen Linhu and Gao Yiwai was that among the five winners of the third prize, one or two were not as complete as the others. The color of the whole picture was chaotic, there were no details, and the light and shadow processing was quite random. , There is quite a lot of room for further in-depth portrayal, and I feel that a few of the participation awards can be compared.

"It feels like the painting is not finished," Zhou Zhuangzhuang also leaned over to take a look, "Participation award?"

The first class was also puzzled: "The third prize."

Things like painting sometimes have to be linked to preference and eye-catching. A painting may be liked or disliked, and everyone’s appreciation angle cannot be unified. , it’s his personal characteristic or something.”

This reason is quite plausible, Zhou Zhuangzhuang patted Chen Linhu on the shoulder to express comfort: "Brother, keep working hard, I believe that next time the board will definitely be yours."

The first prize was the latest model of hand-painted tablet from a big brand. Chen Linhu was also rushing for this, but unexpectedly he didn't even get the mouse for the third prize.

Ever since Chen Linhu quarreled with Fang Qing because of Shang Qinghua last time, Zhou Zhuangzhuang seemed to have decided that he and Chen Linhu were grasshoppers on the same rope—they were both called "thugs" by others—and his behavior became even more serious. Bold and bold, it's handy to do it with shoulders and arms.

Chen Linhu was too lazy to argue with Zhou Zhuangzhuang about this.

Chen Linhu got a consolation prize in his first competition in college, and Chen Linhu was actually quite hit.Mainly in all fairness, he felt that he really put a lot of effort into this entry, and even took pictures in the family courtyard and wrote about his life, but he didn't expect it to be the same.

This is the same as when he tried his best to make up for his weakness in sketching when he was sprinting in the third year of high school, but the sketching still unceremoniously dragged him back after the general move.

Quite disappointed.

Chen Linhu rubbed his face, not thinking about what to say next time Chen Xingye called and asked him.

The matter of the competition results was quickly submerged in the atmosphere of reviewing and preparing for the exam near the end of the year. Although Chen Linhu and the others participated in every class, they fell asleep almost as soon as the class bell rang for English thinking and repair classes, and they had to rush For endorsement, there are some who are not conscious, such as some big heads, and they are going to make a surprise cheat sheet.

It was half a month later when Chen Linhu went to the art building again. He was going to get a set of unopened charcoal pencils that he had forgotten in the studio, when he met the teacher of the professional class slipping out of the office to smoke.

The teacher of the professional course is a middle-aged man who is facing a crisis of baldness. One year in school, he caught a pervert who secretly took pictures of a little girl's skirt and beat her up in public. He was awarded the title of "Er Kijiao". It is because the two have a common language in the aspect of "doing it if you can't get used to it".

"Hey," Er Tijiao stood in the smoking area and greeted Chen Linhu loudly, "Come on. How is your preparation for the exam?"

After the professional class was over, Chen Linhu hadn't seen Er Tijiao, so he walked over and nodded: "It's okay."

"With your expression," Er Tijiao said, "I don't think I can see what you mean by 'not bad', and probably no one can."

Chen Linhu thought to himself, that's not necessarily the case, some people are strong in observing words and demeanor.

Because he was preparing for the exam, he didn't go to the book cafe for a while.

Ever since I talked to Zhang Xun in the corridor last time, Chen Linhu didn't know how to have a normal conversation with him.

I was afraid that I would say something unpleasant as soon as I opened my mouth.

"I didn't participate in the judging of the competition some time ago, but I saw your drawing," Er Tijiao said, "I think it's pretty good. The first and second prizes are almost the same distance, and the third prize is not asked... I think you follow Enter a project to do odd jobs and study, and you should be able to move forward very quickly."

Chen Linhu heard the Caton in Er Tijiao's words and glanced at him.

Er Tijiao asked: "Is it because you don't like it so you just use 'participation'?"

"No," Chen Linhu said, "I just want to know what's wrong, and I didn't write any comments."

"You're quite modest." Er Tijiao snorted, flicked the cigarette ash, looked out the window and was silent for a few seconds, then turned to stare at Chen Linhu, "Tell me, do you have too much 'reference' and 'reference'?"

Chen Linhu was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I didn't want to say this at first, but I know your professional ability. I followed the comics you posted on the forum. It's very interesting." Er Tijiao smiled, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened a few pictures for him. Chen Linhu, "During the judging, someone reported to one of the judging teachers, saying that your painting was suspected of being overly borrowed. It was quite straightforward, and it was almost plagiarized. They also gave a few pictures that you referred to. , take a look."

Chen Linhu was at a loss, took it over and looked through it.

"I didn't copy it," Chen Linhu handed the phone back after reading it, "I've never seen these pictures before."

Er Tijiao nodded: "I don't think it's the same either, basically it's just a set up. Why do the cats you draw look like this cat? I wonder if orange cats are virtuous, and they're just a little fatter and thinner. Anyway, most of them have to get fat in the end. Besides, your cat is on the back, and the one on this picture is still three-quarters of the side."

In the second half of the sentence, it could be heard that Er Tijiao was trying his best to liven up the atmosphere. Chen Linhu twitched the corners of his mouth, but his heart shrank together as if he had been hammered twice.

"Before, there was a school-level competition. The judging was not so strict at that time. After the school had awarded the awards, it was discovered that a student had plagiarized." , the trouble was quite ugly, and it was almost pointing at the school to scold moth-raisers and teach scum. The original author was also very angry. You said that whoever was plagiarized can be happy, right? We all understand. So since then, the school The judging of the competition is strict, and once it is linked to this kind of thing, the priority is to deal with it safely."

Chen Linhu was silent for a moment, then said: "Then why don't you ask me, at least give me a chance to clarify."

He really didn't copy it, a few photos of the family courtyard are still in his mobile phone.

But it's meaningless to say these things at the moment.

"It was originally a small competition for the atmosphere. It was approaching the exam week, and I worked overtime to give the commentary when I had time. I didn't have the time to talk about it. Besides, I didn't do it. Isn't this a consolation prize for you? Ask me You said that you think you have this strength, do you have anything else to say?" Er Kijiao said helplessly, "Besides, I don't think you are plagiarizing, but with the teacher's consideration, if you borrow too much, you can't tell clearly. There have been such cases in the past. , the students almost got into a fight over this."

Chen Linhu didn't say anything anymore.

"I know you're not feeling well," Er Tijiao said, "Do you know that? In the debate competitions in the school two years ago, the department that didn't do well in the debate was promoted, and their opponent team cried in anger. Two old men. That's still a school-level competition."

"The competition is not fair," Chen Linhu said, "Then what is the competition?"

Er Kick looked at him and smiled: "The competition is fair, do you believe it? Do you still believe that there is an old man in a red coat who goes down the chimney of your house every year and stuffs gifts in your socks?"

Chen Linhu didn't know how to answer for a while.

"I only found out about this matter after chatting with another teacher who participated in the review. I won't say who it is," Er Tijiao sighed, "But I'm very upset, but if I'm not afraid of what you think I won't say it."

"No," Chen Linhu said in a low voice, "The works of the seniors and sisters who won the award are really good."

"Let me tell you, there is a big difference between your appearance and your mood." Er Tijiao smiled and kicked Chen Linhu's shoes, "There are still competitions in the sophomore year, and there will be school-level and social competitions in the future. , when the time comes, it won’t be like this in the department... Hey, by the way, I think your comics are very interesting, have you considered the development of comics in the past?"

Chen Linhu shook his head. He was at a loss for the future and hadn't thought about the direction of development.

"Then you can think about the direction of employment and development now," said Er Tijiao, leaning on the window. It’s a focus on hard work. Although they are all paintings, you know how different original paintings are from manga, and how much difference is between illustrations and graphic design. Think about which one you like more.”

After Er Tijiao finished his cigarette, Chen Linhu didn't say a word.

He hasn't recovered from his bewilderment and astonishment, and he hasn't even caught up with his anger.

"Okay, you can go back," Er Tijiao said, "By the way, don't spread what I just told you, just be clear in your heart. No one knows except for a few teachers who participated in the review."

Chen Linhu nodded his thanks, took his charcoal pencil and left.

All the way down the stairs to the lobby of the art building, Chen Linhu's rest of his emotions caught up, and a wave of irritability and anger gave him a headache.

It's nothing if you don't get a good result in the competition, and it's okay to lose to the boss, but it's another nature to say that he plagiarized.

He turned to the bathroom on the first floor, washed his face, and let out a hard breath.

Now that the matter had come to an end, he became very angry when he thought of the set of marker pens that participated in the prize distribution in the room, and immediately decided to go back to the dormitory and throw all those things into the latrine.

With a severe headache, Chen Linhu wiped his forehead, and heard the sound of two or three boys laughing and walking into the bathroom.

"Ouch," someone shouted from behind, "Isn't that so and so!"

Chen Linhu looked at the glasses, and Hu Weiming's face appeared in the mirror.

Seeing the number one idiot now, Chen Linhu didn't even bother to care, turned on the faucet and prepared to leave.

Hu Weiming greeted Chen Linhu enthusiastically as he walked towards a toilet cubicle: "Oh yes, Chen Linhu! Hey, your competition results are quite good, you can still win a prize after you have 'learned' to that point..."

Chen Linhu paused, realizing a problem.

If Er Tijiao said that no one except the teacher knew it was true, then how did Hu Weiming know this.

Unless it was the grandson who reported it.

He put the charcoal pencil on the sink, raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets on his chin, turned his head and punched Hu Weiming directly on the head.

The other two who followed Hu Weiming just opened the zipper and aimed at the urinal, but they didn't react at all. They watched helplessly as the two wrestled together. Chen Linhu pushed Hu Weiming into a compartment, and the sound of locking came from inside. Then came Hu Weiming's screams like killing a pig.

Chen Linhu decided to learn from Zhang Xun's experience.

Beating people has to go to a place where no one is around.

Chen Linhu was scratched with two blood marks on his face. Looking at Hu Weiming who was kneeling on the ground and unable to lift his head to the urinal, Chen Linhu said coldly, "Cultural people don't fight, I will teach you how to clean the toilet."

You have to win with your mind.

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