muddy boy

Chen Linhu woke up that night, thinking about things all the time.

He had never felt such a strong desire for other people in his life so far. Touching and being together was one aspect, but what he longed for was something deeper and stronger.

It was like walking a tightrope. He stepped on the thin rope, but looked at the bottomless abyss under the rope. At the beginning, he was flustered and scared, but his desire gradually took over.

When other emotions are defeated by this single but irrepressible emotion, people will instinctively jump down.

Chen Linhu kicked his legs to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Xun's sleeping face.

The plush toy between the two of them squeezed aside at some point, and the fortress collapsed as if it could not be broken.

It was already dawn outside the window, and the light seeped in through the cracks in the curtains, half-covering the room and making the room brighter, allowing Chen Linhu to see Zhang Xun's face clearly.

The eyelashes are very long, the ends of the eyes are sharp like the strokes of a brush when writing, the jaw line is clear and distinct, there is no smile when he is asleep, and he looks a little cold, and the outline is tough and heroic, which is what a mature man should look like .

Chen Linhu silently stared at this face, it was a man, he was good-looking, but he was indeed a man.But it was none other than Zhang Xun.

He didn't know whether it was panic, fear or confusion, and he was particularly unsteady, but he also felt that there was something full in his heart, and he had to get a response to be comfortable.

"Zhang Xun." Chen Linhu said angrily.

Zhang Xun shook his eyelashes as if he had heard the sound, which was so small that no one could notice it. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and said vaguely: "Huh? Is it cold? I'll go open the little sun."

Chen Linhu's heart felt hot and uncomfortable as if someone had rubbed it.

The man was in a drowsy sleep, but he could hear his softest voice asking him if he was cold.

Chen Linhu felt that he had no choice but to jump off that tightrope. It was the first time in his young life that he experienced such a strong and willing desire. He was frightened in his sleep, but at the moment when he opened his eyes and saw Zhang Xun, he suddenly got A kind of soothing.

Fuck it, Chen Linhu is stupid, if he is not normal, he is not normal, I will not be stupid when I wake up and see him, I would rather be abnormal.

"I'll open it." Chen Linhu lifted the quilt, moved away the fat cat who sneaked into the bed in the middle of the night, and was careful not to squeeze Zhang Xun out of bed to open the little sun.

His face was very hot, his heart was beating fast, but his mind was very clear, as if he had spent the whole night fighting with his feelings, and it was only natural that he lost.

There was silence outside the window, Chen Linhu gently opened the curtains, the snow was still falling, covering the family courtyard lightly, the past seemed to be buried, but Chen Linhu's thoughts began to sprout in the heavy winter snow.

Chen Linhu opened the window a palm's width away, smelling the wind and snow, trying to suppress the dry heat on his face and body.

Zhang Xun turned over on the bed and woke up, rubbing his eyes and slowly returning to his senses.

The memory starts to load one by one.On the rooftop, at home, he had to fight with Chen Linhu as if he was insane, pressing down on the children to flick their brains, and reaching into his hands under the quilt that was full of Chen Linhu's body temperature.

Zhang Xun was so annoyed by himself early in the morning, he searched the room with his eyes, and finally looked sideways at Chen Linhu who was standing in front of the window.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Xun's voice was hoarse because he had just woken up, "It was early in the morning."

Chen Linhu turned his head to look at him, Zhang Xun was still sleepy, his bangs were pulled up, he looked a little silly.He couldn't help smiling: "It's snowing heavily, do you want to come and see?"

The light of the snow reflected on Chen Linhu's face, which should have been a cold and hard tone, but Zhang Xun made Chen Linhu smile warmly and steadily.

How can people always experience unprecedented satisfaction in such small details?Zhang Xunyu didn't understand.

He suddenly sat up and lifted the quilt: "Look, take a look."

The window in the bedroom was too small, and the two young men ran to the balcony early in the morning to watch the snow scene, lying on the railing that swept away the snow without changing their pajamas.

It was still early, and it was Chinese New Year, and there was no one in the family courtyard, and the large piece of undamaged white looked clean and comfortable.

"I forgot that it didn't snow last year." Zhang Xun looked at the small courtyard on the first floor. "It's quite atmospheric now."

Chen Linhu was also lying on the railing, pointing to the pomegranate tree growing over the wall downstairs: "There are pomegranates to eat in autumn, and summer can go to the rooftop to eat skewers, and my grandfather's flowers will bloom in spring."

"You can really enjoy it," Zhang Xun heard some interest from this dry narration, stretched out his hands to catch the falling snow and smiled, "It's climbing the roof to be cold and watching the snow early in the morning, Are you cold?"

"Not cold." Chen Linhu was really not cold. Seeing Zhang Xun's fingertips turned white from the cold, he raised his hand and shook it, "Are you cold?"

Zhang Xun's hand trembled in his hand, Chen Linhu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Zhang Xun's expression.

Seeing that his expression was normal, as if it was as normal as letting a child hold hands to buy roasted sweet potatoes, Chen Linhu felt relieved while feeling tight in his chest.

"It's okay." Zhang Xun said as if nothing happened.

It's not so stupid in my heart.

It was originally a little cold, but now I can't tell the difference.

Zhang Xunyu smoked, and his heart was as messed up as hemp rope.

To be honest, Zhang Xun has no experience other than that unlucky short love experience, and he can't tell how he should get along with Chen Linhu without crossing the line.

It's normal for boys to pull and pull. When they were in school, the two boys were fighting and twisting together. The relationship was so good that they could not wait to hook their shoulders and backs. Meat.

Even when he was in love, Zhang Xun never did this.

It was as if someone shook hands, but I was afraid and reluctant to take them back.

The broken iron door leading to the small courtyard on the first floor creaked, and Chen Tong jumped out of the house screaming, and stepped on the snow covered like a ball of flour.

Zhang Xun was startled, and suddenly pulled his hand back.

Chen Linhu's hands were empty, he pursed his lips and said nothing. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xun standing up straight and pulling a little distance away from him.

Downstairs, Chen Tong wanted to roll in the snow, but the old Chen ran over to stop him yelling. When he looked up and saw the two people on the balcony on the second floor, he grinned and said, "Mr. Zhang, why are you up so early?"

"Just woke up," Zhang Xun said with a smile, no longer fooling around, "It's snowing heavily, come out and have a look."

"You two are really anti-freeze." Old Chen looked at their pajamas and was happy. "I don't know how to wear thicker ones before going out. Thank you, Mr. Zhang, did Huzi not mess with you?"

Chen Linhu was very dissatisfied with the tone of old Chen Tou's communication with the kindergarten teacher, and replied stiffly: "No."

Zhang Xun was overjoyed.

Another person came out from downstairs, Chen Xingye ran into the yard wearing a coat, looked up sleepily at Chen Linhu, first breathed a sigh of relief, then turned dark: "You still know how to say hello to your family?"

Chen Linhu didn't say anything, Zhang Xun glanced at him and sighed inwardly.

"What time is it and I don't come down for dinner," Chen Xingye said again, "I'm so grown up that I don't know how to save my family's worry and help."

Chen Linhu frowned, he and Chen Xingye couldn't talk for a word.

Patted on the shoulder, Zhang Xun walked back and said, "Go into the house, I'm freezing to death."

"Aren't you cold?" Chen Linhu turned his head and entered the room without saying anything to Chen Xingye.

Zhang Xun picked up the fat cat who was squatting behind the screen door and also joined in the fun: "It's cold now, I'm still sleepy. I just got a sleep when you go home."

Chen Linhu stood there without moving, and after a while he was discouraged and said, "I'm really not going to be stupid."

He usually seldom has a tone like a child throwing a tantrum, Zhang Xun smiled foolishly, and felt a little distressed.

"How can you get the computer up if you don't go down?" Zhang Xun said, "I still have to make room for you to draw. It's not easy for us both, so don't leave it here and make trouble."

Chen Linhu was not fooled enough that Zhang Xun still remembered this incident, and his mood improved a lot. He immediately went to the bedroom to change clothes: "Do you have breakfast? I'll bring you some."

Before Zhang Xun could answer, Chen Linhu said again: "Eat it, if you don't eat it, it will hurt your stomach."

"Eat," Zhang Xun didn't follow, and asked Chen Linhu to change clothes in the bedroom. He licked the fat cat and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "It's a bastard not to take advantage of it."

Chen Linhu changed clothes as quickly as if he had pressed a motor, and after a while he put on his shoes and opened the door to jump out.

"Walk well!" Zhang Xun said behind him, "Is your foot loaded with springs?"

Chen Linhu's big spring was replaced by a small spring, and he only jumped a little when he went down from the second floor to the last step on the first floor.

Zhang Xun really didn't bother him.

Chen Linhu knocked on the door while jumping, and slapped the old Chen who came to open the door twice on the back to stabilize his heels.

There was such a commotion yesterday, and the atmosphere at home was a bit awkward.

Seeing Chen Linhu's return, Zhu Dan hurriedly handed over the warmed milk, and didn't say much, so he went to the kitchen to help Old Chen prepare breakfast.

Chen Linhu went back to the house to pack up his computer and hand-painted tablet. As soon as he stuffed the computer into his bag, he saw Chen Tong standing at the door with his hands behind his back, looking out for his brain.

Getting angry with Chen Xingye is one thing, but Chen Linhu has no temper with Chen Tong. Seeing his brother blushing with embarrassment, he waved to him: "Come on."

Chen Tong's eyes lit up, and his courage returned, Dian'er Dian'er ran over and took out the things behind his back to Chen Linhu: "Brother, here."

What was handed to him was the sketchbook that was thrown into the trash can yesterday. Chen Linhu froze for a moment, took it over and flipped through it. The page that was torn by Chen Tong was glued back, and the crumpled pages were also flattened.

"It's all right," Chen Tong pointed to those pages and said, pointing at Chen Linhu's thigh with his toes, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

As he said that, he cried a little bit stupidly, and his eyes began to accumulate water. Chen Linhu picked him up before he let go of the brakes, and asked in a slow voice, "Did you stick it?"

"Yes, yes," Chen Tong nodded repeatedly, "with Dad."

"Oh," Chen Linhu didn't know what it was like, closed the sketchbook, and shook Chen Tong in his arms, "Thank you."

Chen Tong put his arms around his brother's neck, and smeared the embarrassing Jin Doudou on his brother's neck.

Zhu Dan, who stood at the door and listened to the movement for a while, was finally relieved. He turned his face and saw that Old Chen was also eavesdropping. He was about to talk in embarrassment, when he heard Old Chen shouting at the throat: "Do you want to eat?" ? I have to shout for a meal?!"

The old man's roar swept away the embarrassment in the house with a devastating force, and everyone, big and small, gathered at the dinner table to cook.

Chen Tongtong was young, and when he crossed the hurdle in his heart, he left it behind, and ate happily next to Chen Linhu again.Chen Xingye didn't bring up this issue again from the beginning to the end, and chatted casually with the old head Chen.

When Chen Linhu finished his meal and took a lunch box to pack buns and porridge, Chen Xingye said, "What are you doing?"

"Zhang Xun hasn't eaten yet." Chen Linhu returned without looking up.

Chen Xingye's expression became unhappy again: "You know how to run outside every day—"

"Ah." Old Chen coughed.

Chen Xingye glanced at his father and shut up.

"You take some of that milk," Old Chen said to Chen Linhu, "It's too much to drink at home, and there are fried balls and so on."

Chen Linhu said "hmm": "I'm upstairs, call me if you have something to do. If you can hear me, I'll come down immediately."

"What can I do?" Old Chen took a sip of the porridge happily, and glanced at Chen Xingye triumphantly, "It's all right, go and play, I'm so embarrassed to always think about it, right?"

Chen Xingye's face turned green with anger. Instead of kissing him, his son kissed his father.

Perhaps it was because of Chen Linhu's words yesterday that Chen Xingye rarely had a fit. He acquiesced in his eldest son's behavior and didn't say anything more.

Just like that, Chen Linhu ran back to the second floor with his computer and breakfast, and started his vacation of running upstairs and downstairs.

Zhang Xun vacated half of the desk, Chen Linhu could sit on the bed and draw on the table, and he could see Zhang Xun's profile when he looked up.

Once a person is stupid, he will discover more details about the other party. Chen Linhu has never observed anyone like this before, and he stared at Zhang Xun with the energy of observing prey.

Slightly short-sighted, I have to rub the bridge of my nose after wearing my glasses for a long time, I smoke cigarettes when I feel uninspired by manuscripts, or I eat mints.

I don’t pay much attention to daily life, often suffer from stomach pains, and run several times a week.

It is very quiet when sleeping, and it does not necessarily turn around several times a night.

Chen Linhu seemed to be knocked stupid, and passed these useless information into his mind intact. He didn't remember it deliberately, but he just remembered it.

This feeling is very subtle, he seems to be separated by an extremely thick layer of glass, no one knows how stupid he is and what mood he is in, and he can't let others know.

Chen Linhu used a new sketchbook to draw a new storyboard of "A Fat Cat's Journey", and he named his strip manga.The drawing is not very smooth, and my mind is quite chaotic.

For the past few days, his heart has been in a state of confusion. This is the first time in his life that he has such feelings. The other party has to go to the same side of the public toilet as himself.

Someone lifted his lowered head, and Chen Linhu straightened up following the force.

"Sit up straight," Zhang Xun lifted Chen Linhu upright, and stretched, "Your sitting posture is not artistic at all."

"You haven't seen a training studio yet," Chen Linhu said, still sitting upright. "There are a lot of people with their legs spread out and their drawing boards in between. It's like coming out of a coal mine after painting."

Zhang Xun smiled in surprise: "Really?"

"Really," interjected Ding Yule, who was sitting on the carpet doing his winter vacation homework. "Sometimes I forgot to write out my pencils, and when I touched my face, my face was covered with streaks. Some people are allergic and have little red bumps on their faces."

Chen Linhu smiled when he remembered that he was digging coal in the studio.

"You have been distracted a few times now," Zhang Xun leaned on the back of the chair and scolded Ding Yule with a smile, "If you can't calm down, go home. It's fine if you're not at home with your grandparents on New Year's Eve. Come to me. Do not do your homework well."

Ding Yule was not happy: "Brother Hu doesn't go home either." Pointing to Chen Linhu, he said, "Brother Hu."

Zhang Xun coughed, and just as he was about to speak to cover up for Chen Linhu, Chen Linhu answered first.

"Going home is annoying," Chen Linhu wrote lightly, "I will go down to watch the Spring Festival Gala with my grandfather at night."

Zhang Xun glanced at Chen Linhu's expression. He actually admired Chen Linhu's character. Once he understood something, he wouldn't avoid it, and he didn't care if anyone asked him.

"I'm also annoyed when I go back," Ding Yule muttered, "The family is full of relatives. My cousin has blocked the house. I have nowhere to sit when I introduce someone for a blind date."

"You are simply a betrayal," Zhang Xun laughed, "Your cousin is sitting on pins and needles, you immediately packed up and ran to my place to seek refuge. Anyway, you have the courage to talk to your relatives about your grades, and share the pain of your cousin being urged to marry."

"Forget it, you don't know how annoying my relatives are," Ding Yule shook his head, "Aren't you going home for Chinese New Year, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Xun smiled: "No reply."

"You will be urged to go on a blind date when you go back," Ding Yule said, "You look like a diamond king, and the blind date may not be able to be scheduled."

Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing: "I found that you really dare to say anything after you become familiar with the game. You can't hear these words anywhere."

"My grandma said it," Ding Yule said, "She also said that she has a chance to introduce someone to you."

Chen Linhu stared at Zhang Xun's face. He was good-looking, and blind dates were probably very popular.

The job is not very standard, but the economy is independent. I heard from Duan Qiao before that Zhang Xun was able to earn a stable income for manuscripts when he was in college.

He is already 26, and he will be 27 after the Chinese New Year. At this age, many people are married.

Chen Linhu suddenly felt that the eight years between the two of them was really long, and Hot Wheels couldn't keep up with the hot feet.

"Thank you grandma for me, this busy work will be spared." Zhang Xun waved his hands repeatedly.

"Have you been urged to get married, Mr. Zhang?" Ding Yule pushed his glasses, "Are you also like my cousin, I think she is getting bored to death."

Zhang Xun is not too stupid to entangle too much on this topic, but he is a marriageable age in this house, so he had to say: "Isn't there a model for urging marriage, introducing objects, matchmaking, blind dates and chatting and so on."

Before Ding Yule could speak, he was interrupted by Chen Linhu.

"Have you ever been on a blind date?" Chen Linhu looked at Zhang Xun and asked.

Zhang Xun was stunned, he was not so stupid that Chen Linhu, who has always been indifferent to other people's personal affairs, would be curious about such unnutritious questions.

"Has someone introduced you to someone?" Chen Linhu asked again.

"I'm 26, younger brother, I must have met this thing a few times," Zhang Xun smiled, and he was also stupid, and Chen Linhu was also at this age, so it's normal to be curious and fall in love, "Wu Yue and the boss both Mentioned, but I declined."

Chen Linhu said "Oh" as if he didn't care, and suddenly felt his stiff shoulders loosen, and stretched himself.

"Why?" Ding Yule was in adolescence, and he became more energetic after talking about it. He stopped writing his homework and put down his pen to ask, "Maybe there is a suitable one. My cousin occasionally goes on a blind date. Dead mouse, what if."

"No reason," Zhang Xun said helplessly while drinking coffee, "Be careful that your cousin beats you."

Ding Yule said clearly: "Do you have someone you like, Mr. Zhang? Your heart belongs to you, and everyone else looks like a mouse."

Usually Zhang Xun would be very happy when he said this, but at this moment he felt guilty, and almost didn't spit out a sip of coffee.

Chen Linhu quickly drew a piece of paper to him, Zhang Xun covered his mouth and coughed, choking like a bastard, Chen Linhu's mouth moved, and for some reason he didn't follow Ding Yule's words.

He wasn't sure what answer he'd hear, or how he'd react.

"It's okay," Zhang Xun felt Chen Linhu's hand patting his back to help him breathe, he coughed a few times, lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look in the other's direction, "Ding Yule, if you talk to me again, I'll let you Do you believe your mother bought you new papers?"

Ding Yule let out a wail, hugged the fat cat who came close and collapsed to the ground.

After scolding Ding Yule, Zhang Xun's mood did not calm down much.He stared at the computer screen for a long time without writing a few words.

The feeling of Chen Linhu patting him on the back still remained on his body, and the figure remained in his mind.

This dumpling meal on the night of the New Year's Eve was unavoidable, and Chen Linhu also had to go downstairs to help, making stuffing dishes and rolling out dough, and he didn't eat hot rice until the Spring Festival Gala.

Chen Tong was finally tired after a day of bluffing, and before the Spring Festival Gala was halfway through, he fell asleep in Chen Linhu's arms, slobbering all over his brother's pants and didn't know it.

Chen Linhu and old Chen Tou chatted about which star's sketch on TV was not funny, which folk art program was interesting, but the words of Zhang Xun during the day were always in his mind.

And the question that Zhang Xun didn't answer.

Do you have someone you like?

Chen Linhu found that his understanding of Zhang Xun was very limited. Zhang Xun seldom talked about emotional matters. He didn't know if the other party really had nothing to say, or he still felt that he couldn't tell him.

The question is actually very simple, yes or no.

But Chen Linhu couldn't accept the two answers.

Yes, of course it makes him feel uncomfortable when he is stupid.No, he was indeed relieved, but he also knew that sooner or later this "nothing" would become "yes".

Chen Linhu was originally not a mother-in-law, but for the first time, he didn't know how to deal with it, and couldn't help being upset.

On the TV, the colorful dancers were dancing lively, but the excitement of the Chen family outside the TV was sluggish from the beginning. Even Chen Xingye yawned several times in a row and wiped away tears.

Zhu Dan took Chen Tong away to sleep in the bedroom, leaving the three older men nodding sleepily in front of the TV.

Chen Linhu took out his mobile phone, hesitated, and sent a WeChat message to Zhang Xun.

[Big Worm: Have you watched the Spring Festival Gala yet? ]

They returned very quickly, and immediately sent a photo.

Clicking on it, it was Zhang Xun holding Fat Mao, sitting on the carpet in the bedroom watching the Spring Festival Gala with a projector.

[Zhang Xun: Brother Hu fell asleep after watching it, this show is so cruel. ]

Chen Linhu couldn't help laughing: [Why didn't you sleep? ]

[Zhang Xun: I can't sleep, I don't feel like the Chinese New Year's atmosphere without watching the Spring Festival Gala, so I'm sticking to it. ]

After speaking, I sent another photo.These are a few discarded drafts that Chen Linhu put in his room, all of which are paintings of Zhang Xun's cats.

Taking a closer look, there is an extra one on the paper, which was copied by Zhang Xun. The lines are rough, and the fluffy hair is painted like a brush.

The corner of Chen Linhu's mouth never dropped: [Vivid. ]

[Zhang Xun: To be honest, I am not sad. ]

[Big Worm: ... a bit stunned. ]

[Zhang Xun: That's an ugly cat, what do I care? ]

Chen Linhu couldn't help laughing. The vibration of the sofa caused Chen Xingye to look at him several times: "Why are you shivering? Why are you so happy?"

"Look at the phone." Chen Linhu said.

"..." Chen Xingye was really convinced, "You can just be mad at me."

Chen Linhu ignored his father and continued to send text messages: [Be careful the cat scratches you. ]

[Zhang Xun: It is with me. ]

[Zhang Xun: How do you draw so many cats? I can't even learn it. ]

[Big Worm: Why learn this? ]

[Zhang Xun: Boring, I have nothing to do alone. ]

On New Year's Eve family reunion, even Chen Linhu and Chen Xingye coexisted peacefully, old Chen didn't catch his son running on him, which shows the status of this festival in everyone's heart.

But Zhang Xun was alone on the second floor, painting the cat that Chen Linhu lost there.

So stupid that Zhang Xun talked about the family affairs that night and the scars on the other party's body that he accidentally saw before, Chen Linhu felt a little sore: [What did you do when you were alone? ]

He paused there for a while, probably thinking: [It’s the same. ]

[Zhang Xun: You come here every day and I'm almost used to there being people in the room, and just now I asked you to bring me a cup. ]

Chen Linhu jumped in his heart.

What does this mean?Do you mean you are comfortable with him?Are you used to him being there?

He whistled in his head.

It was like a cat scratching his heart, but Chen Linhu still had to watch the Spring Festival Gala patiently.Old Chen didn't spend New Year's Eve with his family in the first few years, so he chatted with him so enthusiastically that Chen Xingye couldn't bear it anymore and went back to sleep first.

It wasn't until the end of "Unforgettable Tonight" that Old Chen yawned and stood up to go to sleep.

Chen Linhu immediately grabbed his clothes.

"Are you going up to the second floor again?" Old Chen turned to look at him.

Chen Linhu paused, then slowed down: "Yes."

"Teacher Zhang is bothering you," old Chen said, "When you go to live in someone's house, don't ask questions, just talk well, don't make trouble, don't be so aggressive, the upstairs is a good boy, let you go , you know? He is alone during Chinese New Year, it must be uncomfortable, don’t make people unhappy, bring some dumplings or something.”

Chen Linhu said "oh", and it was obvious that his master liked Zhang Xun.

That's right, usually he and Chen Xingye are not around, and Zhang Xun comes to play checkers with Old Chen every now and then.

Chen Linhu put on his clothes and put his arms around the old Chen Tou's shoulders: "Happy New Year, grandpa, live a long life, and win more by playing cards."

"The last four words are the most realistic," Old Chen heard clearly with his ears pricked up, and patted him with a smile, "You, you should be healthy, healthy, and happy."

When old Chen head went to bed, Chen Linhu turned off the TV, took some dumplings out of a lunch box, and Yuyu stole a few packets of beef that Chen Xingye bought for something, and went upstairs lightly.

Zhang Xun was quite surprised when he came to open the door: "I thought you wouldn't come, it's thirty years old."

"It's over, it's New Year's Eve," Chen Linhu handed the dumplings to Zhang Xun, "The sofa is uncomfortable, I can't sleep."

"The real version of Princess and the Pea." Zhang Xun laughed, but he was really happy, and took the dumplings to heat.

As soon as Chen Linhu entered the room, the fat cat rubbed against his feet.Now that the two brothers are old acquaintances, Chen Linhu expertly picked up the cat and walked back to the bedroom, only to find that the projector in the bedroom was not turned off, and stopped at the movie selection interface.

"I'm about to watch a movie," Zhang Xun came in with food and drink, "If you want to go to sleep, you don't want to watch it."

Chen Linhu took off his coat, sat down on the carpet, leaning his back against the edge of the bed: "Look stupid."

"Okay, what are you stupid about?" Zhang Xun was so stupid that Chen Linhu would come back in the middle of the night. He thought he was dreaming when he knocked on the door just now, but now he was stupid and turned around. I went to the living room and turned around and came back, "Here, this is for you."

Chen Linhu froze for a moment, then reached out to take it.

A bunch of keys.

"The spare key to my house," Zhang Xun also sat down next to Chen Linhu, and said while picking out a movie, "From now on, if you come here, just open the door and enter."

He spoke casually, but Chen Linhu held the key tightly.

The key pinched his palm, but Zhang Xun pinched his nerves.

This kind of thing that can be fooled a lot because of a casual sentence, Chen Linhu has never been fooled before, and he can experience it.

I'm so annoying.

Can the key be given to someone casually?

It's okay for me, I'm not casual.

Not for others.

Chen Linhu quickly implemented a double-standard policy in his mind.

Zhang Xun picked up the movie and was distracted thinking about what was going on with Chen Linhu. He talked much less than usual, wondering if he was angry because he put it on the first floor.

The temperament is really great.Zhang Xun Xinyu, um, I won’t watch that family movie.

He has no interest in watching comedies today, but the few skits in the Spring Festival Gala are quite interesting, enough for laughing.Watching action movies in the middle of the night affects the quality of sleep. Chen Linhu didn't sleep well at night.

Nor are romance movies.

Do the two old men seem to be watching romance movies?

Zhang Xun smiled self-deprecatingly, and flipped through the latest horror movie: "Watch this, horror movie, do you dare to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?"

"Don't dare," Chen Linhu said, "Do you have a spittoon here?"

"You know the spittoon, you have experience." Zhang Xun smiled enough, and clicked on the horror movie, "Don't jump on the spot again after a while, there is no such thing as a forward movement."

"I just jumped that time." Chen Linhu knew that Zhang Xun was laughing at him. When they first met, he was scared by Zhang Xun who was lying on the railing on the second floor and took off. It’s scary, it really stimulates my potential.”

The projection on the wall started to play a movie, Zhang Xun turned off the lamp, and only the movie screen was bright in the dark room.

This horror movie is very routine, and it is set in a haunted house. Not long after the plot started, the hero and heroine moved into a house that was bought cheaply. After another 5 minutes, the two began to fall in love, cuddling and hugging, kiss.

Holding the spare key in his hand, Chen Linhu watched the movie absent-mindedly, but his mind began to be foolish about the day's affairs again.

When the ghost image in the haunted house flashed for the first time, Chen Linhu looked at the ghost face on the projection, and suddenly said, "Have you ever been in love since you left school?"

Zhang Xun watched the movie, watched Chen Linhu, and watched the movie again.

"No," Zhang Xunna felt bored, "We're watching a ghost movie, right?"

How did you ask that question in this situation?

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Chen Linhu: But the protagonist kissed just now?