muddy boy

After being beaten by old Chen, Chen Linhu went to take a shower and change clothes. He opened the computer and prepared to draw the character design of the project trial draft. After opening PS, Chen Linhu couldn't draw any more.

He connected the charging cable of his mobile phone and flipped through it. Some time ago, the final payment of a Lihui was paid. Now he still has some savings on his card. Chen Linhu will not move the money given by his parents. He usually eats, drinks and plays as much as possible. This is the card where he saved his manuscript fee and previous competition prize money. During this period of time, due to the many classes and messy things in his freshman year, Chen Linhu was a little passive and slowed down his work. The balance on the card clearly told him a fact——

He is far from the standard of financial independence in his heart.

When the mind is hot, just looking at the savings can cool it down very quickly, Chen Linhu clicked his tongue, a little annoyed.

There was a "boom" sound from the second floor, which was familiar to Chen Linhu, and Zhang Xun's fat cat jumped down from the bookcase again.

The corner of his mouth ticked up unconsciously, and he clicked on Zhang Xun's WeChat to send him a message.

Compared with Chen Linhu who took a bite of his [-]-year-old grandfather, Teacher Zhang looked very mature.

After returning home, he calmly changed his shoes, threw the soaked clothes into the washing machine, hung Chen Linhu's list on the desk with a clip, took a bath calmly, and even almost got caught by his cat when he returned to the bedroom. The high-altitude parabolic kills did not get angry.

Brother Orange Cat and Tiger was caught off guard and almost knocked his owner unconscious. Feeling guilty, he flicked his tail to see Zhang Xun's face.

Zhang Xun held the cat around three times on the spot, and put the cat down when he could barely hold it in his arms. He said solemnly: "You have to lose weight, brother Hu. You are not as good as your brother in this regard. Compared with him, you It will be available tomorrow."

Brother Hu was innocently involved in a tornado of other people's emotions, and he couldn't find his way after landing. He rolled and turned on the carpet in a daze, swearing and screaming "Meow Aow Meow Aow", even rolling and crawling. Stay away from that bastard Zhang Xun.

After Huo Huo finished the only creature in the room except himself, Zhang Xun suddenly fell on his back on the bed as if he had been cramped.

Go crazy, Zhang Xun is stupid, he dared to talk to Chen Linhu about dating without any preparation.

The child is also really unsuspecting, he believes whatever he says, if he is released like this, he will be abducted.

Zhang Xun is so stupid, damn this kid is too knowledgeable, I can't beat him at all.

So stupid that what Chen Linhu said today, and everything that happened today, Zhang Xun felt like he was dreaming.Fluttering and flickering, the sweetness in my heart is even greater, but the soles of my feet are still not firm.

He is too aware of how impulsive Chen Linhu is at this age. Rationally speaking, he shouldn't let things develop to this point, but emotionally speaking, Zhang Xun wished that Chen Linhu had no connection with the world, so that he could monopolize it confidently.

Too immature.

Zhang Xun pressed his eyes and sighed, he and Chen Linhu got together, and they turned out to be the one who was assimilated.

If one day Chen Linhuyu opened his mouth and walked away, he didn't know how long it would take him to get back to his original state.

The mobile phone lying next to it vibrated, Zhang Xun picked it up and took a look.

[Chen Linhu: Can I go to the second floor tomorrow? ]

Zhang Xun: "..."

He was competing with himself here, and the culprit was not only ignorant, but repeatedly teased him, forgetting what the two of them said in the corridor before they separated.

Zhang Xun gritted his teeth and replied to the message: [Don't you know what it means to "take your time" and "give some buffer time"? ]

[Chen Linhu: Huh?But it's been a night? ]

Wow, this little bastard.

Zhang Xun was no longer angry, only pure sighs remained, and he didn't know whether this person was pretending to be stupid or really stupid.

With Chen Linhu's interruption, Zhang Xun felt a little less uncomfortable, and he sighed and replied "OK", if not, I guess this guy will have to kill him tomorrow.

After replying to the message, he got up from the bed, ignored his fat cat, and sat down at the desk to read Chen Linhu's list again.

The first article "I like Zhang Xun" is full of momentum, and it seems to have been repeated several times.

Zhang Xun rubbed his thumb on those words, and the marks left by the black pen were written on the white paper, as if written in Zhang Xun's long-standing blank heart.

After living for more than [-] years, Zhang Xun knew for the first time that people could get hot on the face just because they read a few words. He recalled carefully that he didn't feel this way the first time he watched a movie.

He pulled his hair in front of the desk, suppressed a low growl that he couldn't tell whether it was distressed or shy, and turned the paper to the back after a while, and wrote the first sentence with a pen.

"I like Chen Linhu."

The dust-settled words, compared with typing on the computer, each stroke brings a stronger tactile sensation. Blood seems to flow into the pen along the fingers. Zhang Xun writes very slowly, and the ink seems to be blood stains written on it. .

He paused, and the second line was: "I give Chen Linhu the right to regret at any time."

After writing this sentence, Zhang Xun took a slow breath to let his heart that started to flatten a little recover, and then he dared to continue writing down, stroking the road one by one, so that this feeling could ferment in the dark.

The steel cable was long and thin, and Zhang Xun felt that he had to drop it to let Chen Linhu pass.

If a list full of each other is divided into two sides, Zhang Xunyu, this should be a love letter.

Chen Linhu wrote unrevealed love on it, and he wrote covert love on the back.

Chen Linhu seems to have a natural habit of patrolling the territory. When he opened his eyes the next day, he heard old Chen Tou playing old love songs and doing health exercises in the small courtyard. He got up to wash and change clothes, and grabbed his laptop and drawing board , took away the double portion of steamed stuffed bun milk, and rushed up to the second floor without stopping.

Opening the door with the spare key that he had saved with his strength, Fat Mao was already squatting at the door ahead of him, greeting him with a "meow".

After not seeing it for a few days, Chen Linhu felt that the cat seemed to be fatter, with a rounded face.He knelt down and scratched Fat Cat's ears, thinking that the fourth chapter of his little manga was still stuck in the storyboard.

"What time is it?" Zhang Xun's voice came from the toilet together with the sound of rushing water, "I haven't even finished washing my face!"

Chen Linhu changed his shoes and walked over to the cat with his arms in his arms. The toilet door was open, so he stretched out his head to take a look.

Just as Zhang Xun turned off the faucet, he half bent his body and turned his head: "Why did you come here so early in the morning, blocking my toilet door?"

"Look." Chen Linhu said.

Zhang Xun: "Look at what?"

"You." Chen Linhu put the cat back on the ground, "I came up after saying hello to my grandfather, did you bring some breakfast?"

Zhang Xun felt a little hot after hearing "you". He coughed and shook off the drops of water on his hands. He straightened up and picked up his own towel and said, "Put it on the table and eat it later. You put your computer or something in the old place." , I cleared the desk."

Chen Linhu saw that he was calm and relaxed, as if everything yesterday was under control, raised his eyebrows, and stood beside Zhang Xun without saying a word.

"Tsk," Zhang Xun thinks he's in the way. He doesn't know what's going on recently. He looks like he's grown up, with a more mature outline and a strong sense of presence. "Don't squeeze so close to me... "

Before finishing speaking, Chen Linhu quickly kissed Zhang Xun on the face.

Zhang Xun froze on the spot, still holding the towel in his hand, the water dripped down his face, and looked at Chen Linhu again, his lips were stained with water from his face.

"I didn't have breakfast either," Chen Linhu pursed his lips and walked out, "Let's eat together."

Before Zhang Xun could answer, Chen Linhu ran away.

Zhang Xun felt that he turned red like a cooked shrimp, and there was no numbness anywhere on his body, and the water on his face was almost dried up.

I rely on.Zhang Xun opened his mouth and cursed silently, damn it, this kid is too bad.

Although he knew that Chen Linhu's character was weak and bad, Zhang Xun found that he couldn't resist when the other party used this energy on him.

Chen Linhu was dissatisfied with Zhang Xun's attire at all, so he had to tease him to prove that he was different from others in Zhang Xun's place.

Zhang Xun knew very well that he just wanted to see how stupid he was.

Hammering the sink, Zhang Xun couldn't tell whether he was angry or laughing. He wiped his face indiscriminately and looked at himself in the mirror. The panic in his eyes was covered with a smile and a thin layer of light before it faded away.

Am I a high school student? Zhang Xun is so stupid that a tiger cub can peck him like this.

Turning his face away, he saw his cat squatting on the ground and staring at him. Zhang Xun rubbed it with his toes, and said in a low voice, "Go, is this something your little cat can see?"

After driving the orange cat away, Zhang Xun couldn't stay in the toilet like a turtle. He arranged his things, subconsciously fixed his hair in front of the mirror, and then bravely walked out after the cat.

Chen Linhu had already made the buns at the table, and put the buns on a plate. The two bottles of milk were still warm. When Zhang Xun came, he paused chewing the buns, lowered his eyes and said, "I didn't find any pickles."

"Oh, cough," Zhang Xun felt that his tone was wrong when he opened his mouth, and quickly suppressed it, "there is a pickled radish from brother Feng on the fourth floor in the refrigerator, did you find it?"

Chen Linhu shook his head without looking at him.

Zhang Xun found pickled radishes from the refrigerator, took them to the table and opened the lid, glanced at Chen Linhu, and suddenly couldn't help a silly smile.

"Is it interesting?" Zhang Xun said, "Let the face wash water fill your mouth."

Chen Linhu choked on his rice, his face flushed from coughing, Zhang Xun couldn't help but reach out to pat him on the back with a smile.

"Try it," Chen Linhu took the time to stare at him, "You'll know if you don't."

Originally, this person's skin was white, but now it looked like glutinous rice balls stuffed with hawthorn tumbling in a pot, reddish and smoldering.

Zhang Xun was foolish to say a few more words, but when he glanced at Chen Linhu, the heat that had just gone down on his face began to surge up again.

"No, do you feel," Zhang Xun couldn't take it anymore, "it's a bit hot in the room."

Chen Linhu agreed: "It's a little bit, my face is red."

"Isn't it a coincidence, my face is so red too," Zhang Xun nodded his head, "Shouldn't the little sun be on today."

"Not open." Chen Linhu said.

The two of them rubbed their faces tacitly, and when Ding Yule came in the afternoon, they saw a little sun standing guard with the fire out.

Chen Linhu's office moved from the first floor to the second floor, and relocated to Zhang Xun's desk, occupying half of the country.

The table is not too long, Zhang Xun's laptop is placed next to Chen Linhu, and Chen Linhu lays down on the table to read Zhang Xun's new book after painting for a while. Within two seconds of lowering his head, Zhang Xun stretched out his hand and hooked him. Earlobe: "Sit up straight and look."

Chen Linhu asked him to hook him like this three or four times, his ears were itchy uncomfortably, he raised his eyes and stared at him, because Ding Yule was there, he straightened up without daring to speak out.

Seeing the tiger deflated, Zhang Xun couldn't help being happy, the corners of his mouth raised and he didn't let it go, and even Ding Yule felt the gentle and gentle process of lecturing: "Okay, let's do it like this, classical Chinese can only be memorized, you can go back and talk again." I told your mother about the mistake here, is it purely careless to know?"

"Got it," Ding Yule scratched his head, looked at Zhang Xun, "Mr. Zhang, are you in a good mood today?"

Zhang Xun was stunned: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I think it's pretty good," Ding Yule said, "You didn't call me ugly for my handwriting."

"Your handwriting is ugly." Zhang Xun was also aware of his emotional leakage, a little embarrassed, and said with force, "Isn't this just scolding, I still need your instructions?"

Seeing Zhang Xun's fingers start to click the mouse again, Chen Linhu couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

"You're being unreasonable, Mr. Zhang," Ding Yule also smiled, and lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I just care about you. My mother gave you something a few days ago, and seeing your face, I thought something happened to you It's my son."

Zhang Xun was quite helpless, he forgot that Ding Yule was not Chen Linhu, because he lived in that kind of family, so he developed the ability to read the atmosphere by looking at his face.Zhang Xun knocked on the table: "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. I just had a cold a few days ago."

"Do you have a cold?" Chen Linhu looked up at him, raising his eyebrows.

"Cold," Zhang Xun said without turning his head, "Draw yours, and check your work progress later."

Ding Yule put away his paper: "Did something good happen to you?"

Zhang Xun didn't take this seriously, and put the coffee to his mouth to drink in a disguised way.As soon as he took a sip, he felt Chen Linhu kick him under the table.

The carpet in the room was thick, and neither of them wore shoes or socks. The touch of Chen Linhu's toes was particularly obvious, and Zhang Xun almost dropped the cup.

"What good happened?" Chen Linhu stared at him with no expression, his eyes were deep, "Brother Xun?"

Zhang Xun drank his coffee, looked at him like a madman, and had to deal with Ding Yule vaguely.

"Really, there's something wrong with you," Ding Yule said with experience, "It's similar to my cousin's expression when she received the news from her crush. Don't you be an iron tree blooming, Mr. Zhang?"

Chen Linhu covered his smiling mouth with the hand holding the pen, and kicked Zhang Xun again: "Is it blooming, Brother Xun?"

He found that he had developed a problem recently, so he was happy to see Zhang Xun get him nowhere.

"Ding Yule, can you save some face for your cousin?" Zhang Xun was squeezed by the two together and couldn't answer this question. "You also say that you have a blind date during the Chinese New Year, and you also say that you have a crush on you. You lack virtue."

Ding Yule seemed to be unable to hear: "Who is it, Mr. Zhang, is he good-looking?"

These words made Chen Linhu's heart skip a beat, and he stared at Zhang Xun.He didn't care much about whether he looked good or bad before, but now he was very stupid to hear Zhang Xun's evaluation of himself in front of outsiders, and couldn't help raising his foot again.

This time, he missed the kick. As soon as Chen Linhu lifted up a little, he was pushed down by Zhang Xun's foot.

Zhang Xun stepped on the troublesome tiger claw under the table, squinted at Chen Linhu from an angle that Ding Yule couldn't see, but answered Ding Yule's words: "No, I just caught a cat recently, it's quite white, and it's very disobedient , I like to scratch people when I have nothing to do, so I have to coax them."

Chen Linhu fell silent all of a sudden, Zhang Xun's feet pressed against him, the skin on the soles of his feet felt a little cool, his toes curled up slightly, scraping Chen Linhu's feet.

I don't know if it was an itching or a crisp feeling that climbed up his whole body from top to bottom. Chen Linhu's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes staring at Zhang Xun gradually became a little fierce.

"I thought you were going to catch all the wild cats in this yard." Ding Yule immediately lost interest, and turned back to his small desk to write questions, "This cat has a pretty bad temper."

Zhang Xun stepped on Chen Linhu's feet and looked at him with a half-smile: "It's okay, I can handle it."

Chen Linhu was a little annoyed, and a little trembling at the tip of his heart, he couldn't tell whether he was fighting a game with Zhang Xun or falling in love with Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun was in a good mood to win the round, put down his coffee cup and raised the corner of his mouth at Chen Linhu.

"Childish." Chen Linhu mouthed silently.

Zhang Xun smiled, found a piece of paper, wrote a few words and handed it to him.

Chen Linhu picked it up and took a look - "The claws are pressing on me, be more honest!"

One press is all afternoon.

Chen Linhu's Husheng has really gone to a place he has never been to. I don't know if other people's love is like playing a game with each other. His previous campus love that was not serious didn't give him any experience at all. .

Coincidentally, he and Zhang Xun are on the kindergarten track.

The level of love between the two is quite similar, which caused Zhang Xun to think that Chen Linhu was really subdued and obedient, and decided to take it slowly.

While Teacher Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, he became a little more irritable.

Before he could analyze clearly what was going on with this irritability, Chen Linhu got busy.

Under the introduction of a professional teacher nicknamed "Er Kijiao", Chen Linhu started to get in touch with animation projects.The three-view drawing of a character that he worked overtime on Saturday and Sunday was selected from several other students, and he was told on Monday afternoon that he could start formally participating in the project.

The character design concept of animation is different from that of comics and games. In addition to the coordination of all character styles, the production difficulty of the animation team must also be considered.

Some complicated costumes need to be simplified, because the script is adapted from a mythical story, so the costumes of the characters have to follow the ancient style. The design of the character Chen Linhu was selected is still not up to standard, too complicated, and the costumes are mixed with elements from different dynasties. Too many, the project team took a fancy to his painting skills, as for the design, it almost had to be overthrown.

Getting in touch with a new field is always very difficult at the beginning.Apart from attending classes, Chen Linhu had to spend most of his time in the studio of the project team in the teaching building, repeatedly modifying the character design, and had to learn to communicate with the students in other links.

Chen Linhu hadn't been to the book cafe a few times a week, and he was not good at dealing with interpersonal problems, so his pressure was extremely low, and he relied on sending messages to Zhang Xun every now and then to calm his mood.

Zhang Xun over there was also worried that he would fight with others if he said nothing, so he had to ask him every day if he had any conflicts. He felt that he had never been so worried when he was a teacher.

Chen Linhu likes Zhang Xun asking him about any trivial matters, and he answers very seriously: [If there is no quarrel, just change the persona.Some have finished drawing the three views, but they say no, overthrow and re-edit. ]

Zhang Xun replied to him: [Normal, the hair of the designer is so short.If you search on the ground, you can still find your body with hair on it. Take it back to the dormitory for a proper burial. ]

Chen Linhu couldn't help laughing, and typed: [You are similar to what Tong Fei said. ]

There was a quick reply: [Your senior sister who takes good care of you? ]

[Big Worm: Well, she's also in the studio, but it's another project. ]

This time, after a long time, Zhang Xun replied with one word: [Oh. ]

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