muddy boy

The toilet cubicle on the first floor of the art building smells of disinfectant and poor-quality freshener. No one knows when it was last cleaned, but the dirt left on the squat urinal is enough to make people think that "this place is cleaned regularly" Forget it all.

Hu Weiming scolded and struggled, Chen Linhu's abdomen and chest were hit by his elbows several times, but when he got angry, he didn't feel the pain for a while, and he still pressed Hu Weiming's head, grabbed his hair and aimed at the urinal.

"Do you dare to try to touch me?" Hu Weiming couldn't lift his head, so he could only shout into the urinal, "Do you believe that you will be punished tomorrow for fighting in school?"

Chen Linhu slapped the top of Hu Weiming's head with his other hand: "What if you touch me?"

Hu Weiming was stunned.

"Did I hit you?" Chen Linhu said again, "Where is the blood and green?"

When Hu Weiming was questioned, he was panting heavily, and his nose was smelled by the smell of the urinal.

"What on earth are you trying to do!" Hu Weiming wanted to turn his head away, but Chen Linhu twisted his hand back as if turning a screw.

Chen Linhu said lightly: "You know what I want to do, and you also know why."

"I know your mother." Hu Weiming scolded, and slapped Chen Linhu close to him with his backhand.

Chen Linhu was hit on the stomach, and the strength in his hands was even stronger. Hu Weiming's nose was getting closer and closer to the urinal, and his cursing voice changed, and he started howling like a pig.

"Do you know now?" Chen Linhu asked, "You should lick it to find out?"

"I don't know, you are sick!" Hu Weiming was still cursing, struggling like a donkey waiting to be slaughtered, his limbs thumping desperately.

Chen Linhu was almost broken free by him, so he simply pushed his knees, caught Hu Weiming's leg socket, and pressed Hu Weiming's back with the other hand, directly pinning him to the ground like a crap.

The tip of his nose touched the porcelain surface of the urinal with water, and Hu Weiming retched a few times. The pressure on his back without any discussion and the increasing smell in front of him made him suddenly understand that with a lunatic like Chen Linhu You can't talk about those big rules, it's useless, lunatics have rules for lunatics, that is to fight, it is to make you bow down.

"It's me!" Hu Weiming shouted with a vomit, just before his lips touched the porcelain urinal, "I reported you to the competition team, okay?"

Chen Linhu's vision was a little dazed, and he just wanted to stuff Hu Weiming's head into the round black hole in the urinal.

"I, I said it, I just think it looks like it." Hu Weiming's voice was more than half quiet, and he tried to squint to look at Chen Linhu. ?”

Chen Linhu laughed.

He felt that what Hu Weiming said seemed to make sense.

The mouth grows under other people's noses, and it's other people's freedom to say what they say—"I'm just saying, I didn't do anything to you. It's okay for me to apologize, it's meaningless for you to care about it any more."

"I didn't copy it, and I didn't learn from it." Chen Linhu pressed Hu Weiming with a calm voice.

"That's why I said something wrong." Hu Weiming felt a little guilty, but then said, "It's not just me. I asked Fang Qing, and he wasn't sure, but he also said that it seemed a bit similar. He watched it every day. If you paint, will he not know?"

Perhaps to show that all his actions were justified, Hu Weiming added: "He said you used to be like this."

"He said that I used to plagiarize?" Chen Linhu laughed angrily, "We haven't known each other for half a year."

"Yes, I didn't believe it at first, really." Hu Weiming's nose was still pressed against the porcelain face, the greasy and smelly coolness and the pain from his spine made him dizzy, "but he said it was your high school classmate who told him , just a guy from the engineering college, who knows about your past and whatnot."

Chen Linhu didn't say a word.

After a few seconds, he pressed Hu Weiming's head hard on the urinal.

Hu Weiming screamed and vomited two mouthfuls of acid water.

"What else did you say?" Chen Linhu squeezed out a voice from his lips.

"It's gone, it's gone," Hu Weiming wanted to shake his head, but he was afraid that more things would touch his face, so he even cried, "Oh yes, what did you say to tell him to be careful and wear two more clothes in the dormitory? Cover the clothes tightly... He didn't elaborate, really, I can't remember clearly, let go, I'm going to vomit."

A tsunami of coldness and anger poured over Chen Linhu's head thoroughly.

He gritted his teeth, and heard the sound of himself panting, the smell of disinfectant water entering his lungs was like a source of pollution, erasing his reason over and over again, causing the smoke of bewilderment to rise and fill his chest cavity.

The sound of Hu Weiming crying and vomiting brought Chen Linhu back to his senses. He let go of his hands and stood up. Hu Weiming's arrogance was completely gone, and he vomited while holding onto the water tank.

"From now on," Chen Linhu said, "we'll be turning over the page. Don't bother with me and the 307 gang, I'll pretend I don't know you, understand?"

Hu Weiming wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Do you understand?" Chen Linhu said coldly.

Hu Weiming supported the water tank, and it was the first time he understood what it means to be in a daze and be afraid of being overwhelmed.He wasn't a tough guy at all, he was a student who learned culture with a pen, and the little power he had was nothing compared to a barefoot person like Chen Linhu.

"Understood," Hu Weiming said in a low voice, "it's over."

Chen Linhu opened the door of the toilet cubicle and went out. At the door stood the two sophomore boys who came in with Hu Weiming just now.

Just now, the two of them thought that the ladle was opened inside, and they kept knocking on the door frantically. After hearing the conversation inside, the knocking on the door stopped.

Chen Linhu glanced at the two of them and nodded: "Senior."

"Well," the two of them tugged at the corners of their mouths in embarrassment, and one of them, who was more familiar with Chen Linhu, said dryly, "Go back."

The two of them looked at Hu Weiming in the cubicle, and saw that he was unscathed, but was covered in sweat. Thinking about the sentence just now, "I didn't say you plagiarized, but I thought there was something wrong with it. It's not slander." The expression is a little subtle.

Chen Linhu stood in front of the sink and washed his hands again: "Well, back."

"Then we have to go too." The person who is familiar with Chen Linhu pulled the other one, "We also have to prepare for the competition, check and check more, so as not to borrow too much from anyone."

The winter in the north is dry and cold. The gray trunks are like sharp knives stuck upside down in the ground. The bright sunshine without temperature passes through the treetops, and the blade shines on Chen Linhu walking out of the art building like the reflection of the blade.

He was holding a box of charcoal pencils in his hand, dazzled by the light.

He came back to his senses when the phone rang for the second time, and answered "Hello".

Chen Xingye's voice rang on the other end of the phone: "The temperature has dropped very badly recently. Did you bring a down jacket when you left? If you didn't, hurry up and buy it."

For a long time, Chen Linhu hadn't had a proper conversation with Chen Xingye. The last time he had a calm conversation was when he and Lin Hongyu divorced, explaining to Chen Linhu that they broke up peacefully, but still loved his son.

But at that time, Chen Linhu thought it was farting. At that time, his rebellious period had quietly arrived, and he was controlling his mind like a ghost, who thought that the world was black and white. bastard.

After witnessing the hysterical quarrels between his parents, because trivialities can rise to the height of whether the marriage is correct or not, Chen Linhu doesn't believe in a peaceful breakup.

But he is used to not making trouble for his father whose blood pressure rises when he is angry, nor making trouble for his mother who is busy going around, so he silently accepted Chen Xingye's explanation.

Perhaps out of guilt and a little heartache, Chen Xingye rarely patted him on the shoulder, and even bumped fists with Chen Linhu like he would treat his friend.

The soothing effect of this move has lasted for many years, and it has gradually faded in the past two years.But today, Chen Linhu left the bathroom filled with disinfectant toilet cleaner, and stood under the cold sun and remembered again.

"Dad." Chen Linhu called into the phone.

He wanted to tell Chen Xingye all about the bad luck just now, but he didn't know how to say it.

I also don't know if I should tell my dad about his high school classmates and his current roommate explaining "wearing two extra clothes in the dormitory so as not to be taken advantage of".

"Yeah." Chen Xingye was also taken aback, and after waiting for two seconds, Chen Tong cheered again, so he had no choice but to speak his own words first, "I learned about your previous competition from your grandfather." , I think you should stop wasting time on this kind of thing. Prepare more, ask the teacher or something, and see if you can take the postgraduate entrance examination across majors."

Chen Linhu's words were like a flame that had just ignited and was then extinguished by a handful of soil, leaving only a wisp of green smoke in an instant.

He returned to reality from his dream, only to feel that reality is like a mirror everywhere, and his funny self is reflected in it.

Hanging up Chen Xingye's phone call, Chen Linhu had to be thankful that there was no video this time, otherwise his father would be furious again when he saw the cut on his face that Hu Weiming scratched.

He stood there for a while, then called Lin Hongyu as if he was sleepwalking, and even played a video.

But after a few rings, it hung up over there.

Lin Hongyu replied a message: I'm free, I love you~

Also added an emoji.

Chen Linhu sent an "OK" and went over, put his phone in his pocket, zipped up his coat, and walked forward slowly.

Just like Chen Xingye didn't know what clothes his son brought, whether he should bring the coat in the closet, or whether he liked the major he was studying, Lin Hongyu didn't know when he would be able to relax.

Chen Linhu walked under the bare tree whose leaves had all fallen off, and the sunlight was cut into chicken feathers by the treetop.

Zhang Xun returned to work in the joyful welcome of Wu Yue and the boss. During his absence, the boss' nephew broke seven plates and eight cups, miscalculated a few accounts, and announced when he left. A guest is in love.

When I came here, I had a good time, but when I left, I was happy to mention my daughter's ticket, leaving the boss with debris in the trash and sudden migraines.

Therefore, when Zhang Xun returned to work, the boss almost burst into tears, and allowed Zhang Xun to fish and rest more when there were few people.

Zhang Xun's fever was gone, but his throat was not so comfortable. He said hello to Wu Yue, and went out to buy some medicine after the noon rush hour.

Coming out of the pharmacy with a bottle of Pipalu, Zhang Xun remembered that he hadn't had lunch yet, so he turned to the snack street around the school to buy fried rice noodles.

Just as he was wondering whether to eat the oily one or the other one with more bean sprouts, he saw Fang Qing and Tong Fei coming out of a grilled fish shop nearby.

The two seemed to be arguing about something, Tong Fei frowned slightly, and Fang Qing kept talking impatiently.

Zhang Xun had seen last time that Fang Qing had a good impression of Tong Fei, thought that there might be some progress, and didn't intend to disturb, so he bit a cigarette and moved to the side to avoid confronting him head-on, and had to say hello to him or something.

Unexpectedly, the two of them did not leave when they got close. Standing firm under the tree with few people, Tong Fei threw the finished milk tea into the trash can, turned to the other side and said: "I know what you mean, but I really don't care. I came out this time because I want to explain it to you, so that we can continue to get along with each other in the future."

Zhang Xun choked on the lighter before he lit it, and quickly turned aside and coughed softly.

This is not to say that it is a step forward, it seems that Fang Qing's way forward has been cut off.

"Why?" Fang Qing's face turned pale, "I can change what I can't do."

Tong Fei explained gently: "It has nothing to do with you, you just don't call me, do you understand? Maybe you are not my type."

This is a very big problem.Fang Qing looked downcast, but still held on to the last bit of hope and asked: "Then what kind do you like?"

"It's hard to say." Tong Fei smiled, "Don't ask."

Zhang Xun couldn't help but look at Fang Qing more, seeing that his face turned from gray to despair, and finally there was a hint of jealousy and shame as if he had bottomed out.Zhang Xun frowned, he didn't like to see this kind of expression.

"What kind of calls are you responding to? Shen Xin's?" Fang Qing said, "Or Chen Linhu's?"

Tong Fei was stunned, a little unhappy: "Don't talk about others, I refuse you to care about other people's business?"

"Shen Xin will graduate soon, and then he will go to the south to develop." Fang Qing didn't shut up, but seemed to be beaten, and he didn't know where the confidence came from, and his voice became louder, "Chen Linhu? You don't know, do you? When he was in high school, his face was smashed because of a man fighting with someone. Do you think he is normal? That man is—"

Before he could finish speaking, someone grabbed his shoulders.

Zhang Xun embraced Fang Qing's shoulders naturally, took out the cigarette he just lit, and greeted Fang Qing: "Isn't it a coincidence, I was just about to bring something for Huzi, and I bumped into you."

Fang Qing's blushing face froze due to excitement, and his puffed up chest seemed to be squashed by Zhang Xun.

"Have you two finished chatting yet?" Zhang Xun ignored his dissatisfied eyes, and looked at Tong Fei, "Can someone borrow it from me?"

Tong Fei often goes to book cafes, and can talk to Zhang Xun, the anger on her face subsides a little, and she smiles kindly: "The chat is over, you guys are busy."

Fang Qing was anxious to keep her, and reached out to pull Tong Fei's arm, but was dodged without a trace.

"That's the end of what you said just now, don't mention it in the future," Tong Fei's usually gentle facial features rarely showed a little indifference, the other party said clearly, "I won't gossip about people behind their backs."

If the previous refusal was a fence erected between the two, then this simple sentence now can be said to be a heavy hammer enough to collapse the high wall called "self-esteem" in Fang Qing's heart.

He almost wanted to yell out the second half of the sentence he didn't finish just now, so as to make a final struggle, but the strength of Zhang Xun's arms around his shoulders suddenly tightened.

"Let's go?" Zhang Xun said with a smile.

Fang Qing struggled to push him away, but was led by Zhang Xun to the outside of the snack street, and said angrily, "Do I know you well? Come on, don't you see I'm busy?"

"Really?" Zhang Xun looked ahead and said slowly, "What did you want to say just now, I called Huzi over, you can tell him."

Chen Linhu's ferocious expression when he grabbed his collar quickly flashed through Fang Qing's mind. Ever since Yuan Yu from the Engineering College told him that Chen Linhu High School would rather take the risk of being dismissed than beat him to death After the deeds, Fang Qing felt that this person was a lunatic and ridiculed in his heart, and at the same time felt that Chen Linhu was becoming more and more frightening.

Compared with him, Zhang Xun was almost smiling.

"Protect him like this," Fang Qing looked down at the floor tiles, and while being led away reluctantly, said in a low voice, "What's the relationship between you two?"

Zhang Xun thought to himself, yes, what's the matter?

But this idea can only be kept for him to ponder slowly. Facing Fang Qing, he smiled lightly: "Neighbor, you can also be considered my brother."

"Oh," Fang Qing peeped at him from the corner of his eyes, but couldn't discern any clues from the face of this man whose practice was much deeper than his, his throat was tight, and he said like poisoned, "then your brother seems to be It's a pervert, you know?"

Zhang Xun said: "'Like'?"

Fang Qing nodded: "His high school classmate told me..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xun patted Fang Qing's face with his hand on his shoulders. The disdain and contempt in this action made Fang Qing stunned.

"What are you?" Zhang Xun asked with a slight tilt of his head, smiling, "How dare you talk to me here."

As if there was an invisible pressure on the top of his head, Fang Qing couldn't answer for a while, his face was flushed, and his neck shrank like a boiled hermit crab, as if he was about to shrink back into his shell.

While speaking, he had already walked near the book cafe, and Zhang Xun wanted to say something more, but he caught a glimpse of someone sitting at the door of the book cafe from the corner of his eye.

He looked up subconsciously, and Chen Linhu was sitting on the steps of the book cafe, staring at him.

That look made Zhang Xun shrink back for no reason.

Chen Linhu had no memory of how long he had been sitting here, and he didn't know when the charcoal pencil in his hand fell, and when he realized it, most of it was broken.

He stared at Zhang Xun and Fang Qing who were coming from there, his mind was as chaotic as boiling dumplings, burning and tumbling.

How did they get together?Zhang Xun that Fang Qing was looking for?

Did Fang Qing tell Zhang Xun what they talked about and what they said?

They said that before, they would pass me on to Zhuo Wenxing, that Zhuo Wenxing liked men, and that we had an affair, so I was not normal.

Said that I also like men, said that the rumors about this matter were raging, if it was not true, it was true, otherwise why would I fight for a gay guy and was almost persuaded to quit.

What did Zhang Xun know?What did he think when he found out?He looked at me in a daze, he must have known.

If he knew, he would be like everyone else, and would not be so relaxed with me anymore.

He will think that if I touch him, it will be like I have done something wicked.

Wipe your hands with antiseptic paper behind my back, I know that, there were people like that in high school.

Chen Linhu stood up, stared at Zhang Xun's face and walked over, and asked, "What did he tell you?"

Not looking at Fang Qing at all, Fang Qing remained silent like a quail.

"What's wrong with the face?" Zhang Xun saw two blood marks on Chen Linhu's face, which were already scarred, but it was still obvious that they were clinging to his face.

After watching Xue Daozi, Zhang Xun met Chen Linhu's eyes and was stunned.

Chen Linhu's eye sockets were so red that he thought he was crying at first glance, but when he looked carefully, there was no watery glow, just red, burning like flames in his eyes, and his fair skin could hardly contain the burning emotion in his eyes.

"What happened?" Zhang Xun didn't care about Fang Qing, and raised his hand to touch the color on Chen Linhu's face.

Chen Linhu turned his head away and didn't answer, but asked again: "What did he tell you?"

The movement of dodging was too obvious and intense, and Zhang Xun was stunned for a few seconds: "I haven't said a few words yet, isn't it just meeting you?"

Chen Linhu pursed his lips, he neither believed this sentence, but also felt that he had to believe it.

"What's wrong with the face?" Zhang Xun asked again, frowning, "These two are long."

"I saw Hu Weiming." Chen Linhu said after a while.

Fang Qing's expression was unnatural.

Chen Linhu said again: "We have turned the page."

After saying this, Fang Qing's shoulders suddenly collapsed.

Turning the page means that the two of them no longer care about those conflicts, even this competition, including everything that Hu Weiming knew from Fang Qing.

Everything that Fang Qing thought would make Chen Linhu feel humiliated, was turned over by this man fiercely and unreasonably.

The most embarrassing thing for a person is to find out that someone turned over and scratched his itch after even finishing what he thought was an effective attack.

Fang Qing stepped back weakly, wanting to leave.

Zhang Xun saw something was wrong from Chen Linhu's overall state, he didn't want to argue with Fang Qing anymore, and said to Chen Linhu: "Wait for me for a while."

He grabbed Fang Qing again and whispered a few words in his ear.

Chen Linhu saw that Fang Qing's face turned pale, he didn't answer anything, and headed back to school with his head buried.

After he disappeared from sight, Zhang Xun put out the cigarette: "Have you eaten yet? I'm starving to death. Come, accompany me to find a place to eat nearby."

Chen Linhu stood with his lips pursed, his face became more like a bastard, and he stood still without saying a word.

He hadn't eaten anything in his stomach until now, but he was miraculously not hungry. Instead, it was stuffed like a cold lead pendant. His internal organs were sizzling with cold, but his brain was crackling and his nerves collapsed.

There is only one tendon still attached to Hun'er, which is to know what Zhang Xun heard just now.

"Let's go, use the pestle here as a sculpture." Zhang Xun gave him a hand, but he didn't.

Chen Linhu asked the third time: "What did he just tell you?"

People on the sidewalk have already started to glance at him, and Chen Linhu's appearance and state are more eye-catching than usual.

"Can we go to a place where we can talk first and then talk about this?" Zhang Xun wanted to pull him aside.

Unexpectedly, Chen Linhu twitched his arm, leaving Zhang Xun's hand empty.

Zhang Xun felt that this state seemed like Chen Linhu had opened up the last layer of defense mechanism, which was "don't fucking touch me".Because if you can't touch it, you can't hurt it.

Even though he knew in his heart that he was protecting himself, Zhang Xun still got angry for no reason, thinking that you are a fucking bear, can't you touch it?

"If I didn't tell you, you're going to fuck me, right?" Zhang Xun was annoyed, "Okay, then I'll go eat and starve to death you bastard."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, bypassed Chen Linhu and walked forward.

After walking two steps and looking back, Chen Linhu was still standing there, but turned around, his eyes followed him.

Zhang Xun inexplicably remembered the cat he met on the road when he was a teenager. He followed him to the intersection. He ran fast and crossed the zebra crossing. When he turned around, the cat was standing across the street looking at him.

After that, Zhang Xun never saw the cat again.

Zhang Xun stopped, feeling as if he had asked Chen Linhu to add some condiments to it, with mixed feelings.

"Is the fire down?" Zhang Xun asked, "Are you still stubborn with me?"

When Chen Linhu saw him stop, the panic that had spread suddenly subsided instantly, and after a while, he shook his head slightly.

"He really wanted to tell me some nonsense just now," Zhang Xun said, "but I didn't let him talk, so I really didn't listen to much."

Chen Linhu looked into Zhang Xun's eyes, saw a little helplessness in the other's eyes, and comforted him.

"I really admire you," Zhang Xun said, and took Chen Linhu's arm again, knowing that he would not be able to eat like this, and would have to waste food, so he led him to the narrow and deserted path next to the book cafe, "The two of us are stuck here, and people think that the two brothers are in an inheritance dispute."

This time Chen Linhu didn't resist, and asked Zhang Xun to drag him into the small aisle.

The light in the small aisle is much darker than that on the main road, and there are some odds and ends and garbage, as if creating another small world on the bright street. Chen Linhu followed Zhang Xun to sneak in, only the two of them, and he felt much more at ease. .

As soon as he stood firmly, Chen Linhu asked: "Really?"

Zhang Xun reacted for a few seconds, knowing that Chen Linhu was asking him whether it was true or not that he hadn't listened much, first he laughed, but then he sighed.

He found that for Chen Linhu, the sense of security and trust will never be too full.

"I don't know what's going on with you," Zhang Xun lowered his voice, looked into Chen Linhu's eyes, and said, "But let me tell you, I will only listen to what you say about you, and believe what you say "Chen Linhu, I will do what I say in this respect."

Chen Linhu's tendon that was still tied to Hun'er broke, and Hun'er immediately floated up to the top of his head, raining a large area on his furious brain.

He had a bad day, and he didn't think about why he went to Zhang Xun. It seemed that subconsciously, he felt that Zhang Xun would make his heart hang in the air and fall to the ground.

Zhang Xun didn't disappoint him, even if his dog temper came up again.

Realizing his behavior of losing his temper just now, Chen Linhu turned from anger to embarrassment. After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Xun was really wronged, and he was really worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth for not punching him twice.

"Oh." Chen Linhu lowered his eyelids and pulled his shoulders down.

Then Zhang Xun asked again: "What's wrong with your face, did you fight with Hu?"

"En." Chen Linhu nodded.

"Oh, I got a tetanus vaccine after being scratched by a dog." Zhang Xun stretched out his hand to pinch Chen Linhu's chin, turning his face away to look.

Chen Linhu didn't have the slightest temper at the moment, so he bent down obediently to let Zhang Xun see clearly.His skin was originally white, but the two blood spots were very eye-catching, and the edge of the wound was still a little swollen.

"It won't leave a scar," Zhang Xun smacked his tongue, frowning tightly, "Does it hurt?"

In fact, it's okay, the main reason is that Hu Weiming should feel more uncomfortable.

But when Zhang Xun asked, Chen Linhu didn't know what to do, and felt that he was very wronged.

It's really wronged.

Chen Linhu nodded and said in a low voice, "It hurts."

Zhang Xun was stunned for a while, and didn't let Chen Linhu's chin hand vent his energy, but he looked closer to the wound and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, I'll buy an iodophor later, how can you let that Did you get scratched by the idiot who looks like a leather peg? No, did you take a picture, leave a proof, turn around..."

Because you are so close, you can feel your breath.

Zhang Xun's exhaled breath passed over the already scarred wound, and it started to itch, and the itchiness rolled in along the flesh, and went straight into Chen Linhu's blood vessels and internal organs.

His head sank, lowered, as if everything in his head was overloaded and he needed someone to hold him up.

Chen Linhu put his forehead on Zhang Xun's shoulder, and put his body weight on Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun lost his voice. He subconsciously wanted to push Chen Linhu away, but his body remained motionless as if he had been set.

"I didn't want to lose my temper with you." Chen Linhu's voice sounded beside his ears, "I'm also very annoyed by this."

Zhang Xun's heart softened, and after a few seconds, he raised his hand and patted Chen Linhu's back: "I didn't say I was annoying."

Forget it, who else can you tell this to but me.

The path is a corner that no one pays attention to, Chen Linhu let go of those panic and uneasiness.He suddenly realized that those tsunami-like emotions were fading away, revealing his real and bony inner, revealing his inner hidden under the anger.

He wanted Zhang Xun to know everything about him, and he could only listen to him, trust him, and get close to him.

He thought this person could always be like this, with him.

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