muddy boy

Zhang Xun was left speechless by Chen Linhu's ghostly way of chatting. He felt very disrespectful to the ghost in the movie who tried his best to scare people: "Why do you think of asking this?"

"Just ask." Chen Linhu looked at the projection on the wall, pretending to be casual, "I just remembered it when I was scared."

"Ghost movies scare you, you ask me about my relationship experience," Zhang Xun said, "How did your brain circuit turn, you got on the expressway and went straight to the Aegean Sea? Did you connect to the wrong place?"

Chen Linhu nodded: "Maybe. Have you talked about it?"

You scolded people for admitting it, which made Zhang Xun feel aggrieved by the backlash. He tore open the bag of buns and chewed, hesitantly replied: "We talked about it, we split up."

Chen Linhu asked nervously, "Why are you divided?"

"No reason," Zhang Xun felt that he could hardly remember the appearance of the other party when he was in a relationship last time, and said casually, "It's not suitable."

This answer is very general, but judging from Zhang Xun's attitude, Chen Linhu inexplicably feels that he is not very caring.

Even the illusion made Chen Linhu feel better, and coughed lightly: "Oh, how is that appropriate?"

"I didn't know that most people's definition of inappropriate is very clear." Seeing that Chen Linhu didn't ask about the process of dating, Zhang Xun felt a lot more relaxed and spoke casually. "You can only know what is suitable when you meet it, or Just grind it into a look that can accept the other party."

Sometimes you will find that the person who has been with you for the longest time is not the person you imagined when you were young.

For example, Zhang Xun never imagined that he would give a spare key to a child who was eight years younger than himself.

Zhang Xun thought about it again, what did I like before?Can not remember.

This is brainwashing, and keeping people alive belongs to it.Zhang Xun gritted his teeth.

Chen Linhu's two stretched legs moved and overlapped each other, and asked in an understatement tone as much as possible: "Then think about it, which one is more suitable?"

After asking, I was also very nervous, I had no place to put my hands, so I just took a bag of buns and ate them.

"Why are you talking so much?" Zhang Xun clicked his tongue, "Am I looking for a partner in ghost movies?"

Chen Linhu said seriously: "Develop intelligence, besides, I'll just ask."

"I asked you, can you answer?" Zhang Xun laughed angrily, "Ask you, can you tell me?"

"Tell me," Chen Linhu said naturally, "You ask."

Zhang Xun's lips moved, and he pressed his random thoughts: "Don't ask, it's boring, I've seen your milk tea collection card."

Chen Linhu was a little embarrassed to mention this, and also a little impatient: "That's all in the past, I'm not... I didn't understand such things at that time."

In fact, I don't understand it now, it's more instinct now, but this instinct makes it difficult for Chen Linhu to control.

"You said that," Zhang Xun smiled, "you're enlightened now?"

Chen Linhu heard the teasing in his words, knew that this was the two hundred and five that he still regarded him as something he didn't understand, so he frowned and remained silent.

This kind of silence made Zhang Xun stunned. He kicked Chen Linhu's foot half-jokingly, and turned to look at Chen Linhu's expression: "What about you, is there something wrong or is he interested?"

Chen Linhu turned his head and stared at him straightly: "Well, I think I've taken a fancy to him."

The room was silent for two seconds. Zhang Xun saw the seriousness and candor on Chen Linhu's face through the light of the projector, and his heart suddenly fell from a high place. After the feeling of weightlessness, he was crushed and dull.

"Oh," Zhang Xun looked away from Chen Linhu's face, his throat was dry and astringent, he stuffed a big mouthful of bread, and said vaguely, "What do you like about him?"

Chen Linhu really didn't think about this question, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "You look good."

"I can't tell," Zhang Xun laughed, "You're still a dog."

Chen Linhu choked up: "The character and temper are also good."

"I can pretend this, what if I lie to you?" Zhang Xun said while watching the movie.

Chen Linhu frowned: "I won't lie to me."

"Whoever lied to you is still saying hello to you." Zhang Xun quickly followed up without thinking about it.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Linhu was a little helpless, "you're always picky?"

Or pick your own thorns.

Zhang Xun also realized what he was doing, he was a little embarrassed, but he said in a way: "How old are you, you know what you like and what love is, I'm just reminding you, to show you a little bit of kindness and maturity suggestion."

"No need," Chen Linhu annoyed Zhang Xun's tone, "I can tell the difference between liking and wanting to fall in love."

Zhang Xun: "Tell me, I'll listen."

"Like just want to stay together." Chen Linhu said without any ups and downs.

Zhang Xun smiled: "Then you want to fall in love with someone?"

"It's 'not enough'." Chen Linhu said, "There is more to touch, more."

Zhang Xun stopped talking.

His thoughts were in a mess following Chen Linhu's simple words, thinking "not enough", what the hell are you thinking?Touching and touching is not enough?Where are you going?

But Zhang Xun also felt that these words were a little childish, but with Chen Linhu's tone of voice and his temper of doing what he said, he felt comforted to hear it.

I don't know which one is lucky if it is cheaper.

Zhang Xun was in a state of confusion, when Chen Linhu said, "What do you think?"

"I think you can watch the movie well," Zhang Xun said impatiently, "Horror movies, brother, show some respect to the actors, they are scaring you."

It was rare for Chen Linhu to hear his tone, confused: "You asked me to say it."

Zhang Xun was speechless, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his legs kicked on the carpet: "You are annoying me to death."

"You said you don't bother me." Chen Linhu was not happy either.

Zhang Xun made him so angry that his lungs hurt. He was a little depressed at first, but now he was suffocated, and he began to hate Chen Linhu a little bit.

Hate that his four sides are straight, and he always loves to dangle in front of her.

Unable to bear it any longer, he turned his head and grabbed Chen Linhu's neck and shook it: "You are the only one with a long mouth, right? Ah? I really want to hit you on the ground!"

Although he didn't know what was going on, Chen Linhu was amused by his childish behavior like venting his anger.

"Why are you losing your temper?" Chen Linhu smiled, but didn't hide. He let Zhang Xun shake himself, raised his hand and scratched Zhang Xun's back comfortingly, "Don't make trouble."

A tingling sensation ran up the back of being touched, Zhang Xun trembled, Chen Linhu's simple and rude way of coaxing people made him realize very directly that he was the one being coaxed.

Can't tell if it's shame or something else, Zhang Xun felt that his face was a little hot, he immediately let go of his hands and sat down, wiped his face without any trace, and said in a vicious voice: "Watching a movie, if you talk nonsense, I will cut you."

"Oh." Chen Linhu responded, wrapping the hand that had grabbed Zhang Xun's back into his bosom.

The already boring horror movie is even more dull because the two people watching the movie are absent-minded, but the flickering of light and shadow scares the fat cat who wakes up and comes back from cooking a few times, which is the last bit of respect.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when the movie ended, and the two of them washed up and went to bed.

It was probably due to busy work in the afternoon, Chen Linhu fell asleep shortly after lying down, and Zhang Xun knew that he was fast asleep when he heard his breathing gradually steady and long.

Although what he said was quite harsh, Zhang Xun knew that Chen Linhu still took his family very seriously in his heart, and that he would not let old Chen Tou and Chen Xingye interfere in the cleaning and moving of heavy objects during the New Year. I'm afraid that those two people will show their waists when they are old.

Zhang Xun's definition of family is very vague. When he was homesick, he also thought of his grandmother who had passed away for many years, but he separated from the old lady when he was ten years old, and many details were blurred when he thought of her.

He felt like a piece of dust floating somewhere, with no purpose and no end, while Chen Linhu's roots were firmly rooted, like a tree that would not move easily.

Zhang Xun couldn't sleep, his body was very sleepy, but he just couldn't sleep.For the first time, after watching a horror movie, it was not because of the scare, but because of what he said.

In fact, he always felt that sooner or later Chen Linhu would have to have a campus romance.This kid is handsome enough, he has neither height nor figure, he is genuine, the little girls who usually come to book cafes are staring at him, the university is also a holy place for love, Zhang Xun teased Chen Linhu in his heart when he sent Chen Linhu to report over it.

But now that Zhang Xun thinks about this incident again, he is far from the mood of watching the excitement at that time.

In the future, there will be Chen Linhu pressing the road next to the artificial lake, and he will not catch toads anymore.

Once this idea appeared, Zhang Xun became very bored.

Chen Linhu, who was beside him, turned over and touched him with his legs through the quilt.

- Wanting to fall in love means "not enough", wanting to touch, wanting more.

Zhang Xun lifted the quilt, picked up the cigarettes and lighter on the table lightly, and went to the balcony to smoke. The night breeze would help clear his mind.

People can't expect too much, can't think too much, too much fantasy will bring a fatal blow, and crossing the boundary will destroy the balance.

After Zhang Xun smoked two cigarettes on the balcony, he returned to the bedroom only to find that Chen Linhu's head had gone over the plush toy and was on his pillow.

"I really want to slap you." Zhang Xun muttered bitterly, but his movements were very light, pushing Chen Linhu's forehead, pushing him away.

Chen Linhu fell into a drowsy sleep, shrunk back when pushed, and sniffed: "Did you go to the balcony to smoke?"

The voice was vague, because I was half asleep and half awake, the ending sounded soft.

"Dog's nose," Zhang Xun felt itchy, "You can smell the place."

"Well, it smells cold now," Chen Linhu yawned with his eyes closed, and muttered, "Usually you are warm."

Zhang Xun raised his hand to hold his eyes.

Can't think too much.

In the dark, Chen Linhu was pushed again, and he woke up suddenly.

"Sleep against the wall!" Zhang Xun said, "Hurry up!"

Chen Linhu was pushed to the base of the wall to sleep all night in the middle of the night, his dreams were full of doubts, and when it was almost dawn, he was woken up again by Fat Mao with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

But these small episodes were nothing when he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xun beside him. He moved the cat to the side and lay down to sleep, until he was awakened by the deafening knock on the door.

Because Zhang Xun was upset, he didn't sleep well all night. Now he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He struggled to sit up and open the door, but Chen Linhu pushed him down and fell back on the bed.

"I'll go," Chen Linhu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "You sleep in yours."

"Look who it is," Zhang Xun closed his eyes and pulled the quilt over his head, "It's okay, beat me up."

Chen Linhu took the order to go, with his sleeves rolled up, and when he opened the door, Duan Qiao who was standing at the door was startled.

"Damn!" Duan Qiao was more frightened than Chen Linhu imagined, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, "You...you..."

Chen Linhu originally wanted to beat someone according to Zhang Xun's instructions, but unexpectedly, Duan Qiao's howling woke him up, and he plucked his disheveled hair twice.

"You..." Duan Qiao said "you" for a long time, and choked out a sentence with complicated emotions, "Did you sleep well?"

Chen Linhu rubbed his eyes: "What?"

"You two..." Duan Qiao hesitated.

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sound of pinging and bangs in the bedroom, and Zhang Xun rushed out of it barefoot, staring and smiling: "Little Fatty, hurry up, and pay respects to your little benefactor who temporarily came to my place to stay overnight." year."

"Ah?" Duan Qiao reacted for a long time before walking in the door with an "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Chen Linhu felt that Duan Qiao and Zhang Xun began to exchange glances under his nose, but he didn't understand what was going on, but he still said: "There are too many people in the family to sleep, I will sleep here for a few days."

Duan Qiao said "Oh" again, subconsciously went to look at Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun lit a cigarette distractedly: "I'll go down after the second day of junior high school."

"So," Duan Qiao nodded, feeling very reckless and unprofessional, put down the things in his hands and rubbed his hands, trying to change the subject, and asked casually, "Why do you both act like you haven't slept? "

"We watched a movie until two or three o'clock in the morning," Zhang Xun gritted his teeth, squeezed out words, and said with a half-smile, "Is there a problem?"

Duan Qiao nodded and shook his head again and again: "Very good, very good, no problem, no problem."

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Xun was so annoyed that he scratched his hair, saw Chen Linhu standing there rubbing his eyes, and then slowed down his voice, "Huzi, go and wash your face, Uncle Chen will have to call someone later." gone."

Duan Qiao originally came to express condolences to his good brother who was lonely during the New Year, and bought a bag of cooked food and drinks, but he didn't expect such a situation when he opened the door, and he forgot the condolences he had prepared.

While Chen Linhu went to wash and change clothes, Duan Qiao and Zhang Xun sorted out the cooked food in the kitchen, then leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Xun, what's going on?"

"It's nothing serious," Zhang Xun put the breakfast that Duan Qiao had brought on his plate, "His father brought his wife and children to celebrate the New Year, and they were so crowded that there was no place to sleep, so he went to my place to make do with it for a few days."

"You didn't want to sleep with me when the two of us went on vacation in college before," Duan Qiao blamed angrily as he took out the sauced meat. Change yourself and you will change!"

"It's not the same thing." Zhang Xun didn't want to explain too much to him, turned his head and saw Duan Qiao mixed spicy and five-spice together, and clicked, "You separate, your little benefactor can't eat spicy food You don't know, he just has a cat's tongue."

Duan Qiao looked at him twice, and muttered: "I know where I'm going, I know that Ning Xiaomeng eats spicy food like drinking sugar water."

The movements of Zhang Xun's hands paused, feeling that the words had a lot of meaning in his ears.

Before the two of them could say anything else, Chen Linhu came out after changing his clothes, and stood at the kitchen door and asked, "Can you help me?"

"Are you hungry?" Duan Qiao asked with a smile, "Let's eat together!"

Chen Linhu was a little hesitant, he had a big appetite, and he wondered if the breakfast brought by Duan Qiao was enough for three people.

"There are mutton fried buns at the South Gate of the Cultural Palace." Zhang Xun took off his cigarette and smiled, "I want to save some for you. You just brought some porridge cooked by Uncle Chen. It tastes good."

"Okay," Chen Linhu said in a good mood, opened the door after changing his shoes, "I'll have a few bites with my grandfather before I come up, and I'll bring some for you two if you want anything else."

Zhang Xun responded, and heard Chen Linhu walking out in the kitchen, and raised his voice again: "Don't jump, walk well!"

The movement at the door died down immediately, and she closed the door as if beaten by Shuang, and went downstairs with a kick.

Duan Qiao and Zhang Xun had fun in the kitchen for a while, Duan Qiao packed up the bean curd he brought over, and couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, don't discourage the enthusiasm of other children, just jump twice when it's Chinese New Year."

"You know what a fart, his legs are like springs, he can jump directly from the stairs to the platform," Zhang Xun said while biting his cigarette, half-closed his eyes, "The corridors of this building are narrow and low, and they can't be touched when they fall. It will take a month or so."

Duan Qiao pretended to be bean foam, thinking, you are in the kitchen and your ears grow to the door, it is really good enough.

"Then what?" Duan Qiao cleared his throat, "You know him quite well."

Zhang Xun turned his head to look at him: "If you have something to say, who are you going to beat around the bush with?"

"Okay, it's true that a weasel reincarnated has a lot of eyes. When you say something, you can see where you are thinking." Duan Qiao put down the work in his hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you..." Think carefully about your words, "Yes Are you interested?"

Zhang Xun's heart skipped a beat, as if something hidden had been suddenly uncovered, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't hide it, and while flustered, he also felt a little uncomfortable being forced to face the problem head-on.

"Do you think it's possible?" Zhang Xun turned his face away and put the cigarette butt out in the sink.

"How can it be impossible," Duan Qiao said, "You have a good appearance and personality, so you are so rare. We have known each other for so long, who have you been so close to? I see you..."

Zhang Xun interrupted him, and said coldly without raising his head, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you if you talk nonsense."

Duan Qiao fell silent, took the two bowls of bean curd, and snorted: "I believe, I believe you to death brother! You put a dozen water fried buns on the plate to make a dragon and a phoenix, right? , who are you going to show to if you are absent-minded?"

Zhang Xun, who was subconsciously wrapping the fried mutton in water, was stunned, and stared at Duan Qiao with squinted eyes.

Duan Qiao was fearless, and turned around holding the bean curd: "I think you really care about it."

Before Zhang Xun could beat him, he ran to the dining table by himself.

Zhang Xun stared at the mutton fried bun castle he built for a few seconds, then suddenly put the chopsticks in his hand in the sink, propped his hands on the edge of the sink, and sighed after a while.

He found that he couldn't even refute Duan Qiao, so there was really no place for him to put his face on.

The author has something to say:

Zhang Xun, a person who provokes thorns even himself (dog head)