muddy boy

In the first class in the morning, the teacher likes to roll call, so he can't be late. Chen Linhu tidied himself up quickly, and went back to the bedroom with his wet bangs. Zhang Xun had already woken up, sitting on the chair in front of the desk and yawning.

"Woke you up?" Chen Linhu didn't avoid it, and started changing clothes directly.

Zhang Xun yawned halfway and saw his white skin like a porcelain man and two straight and long legs. He quickly grabbed the sweater and trousers on the back of his chair and threw them over: "Anyway, I have to write a manuscript. get up."

"I just had some breakfast," Chen Linhu put his clothes on his head, and jumped into his pants, "It saves me a stomachache."

"Don't tell me, just don't be late." Zhang Xun touched the cigarette holder, and smiled as he watched him bouncing about getting dressed, "The one who lives downstairs is Mr. Chen, so let's change to this one with bright ears." You'll have to come up and scold people soon. You'll have to dance while changing clothes."

Chen Linhu disagreed: "If you are in a good mood, you have to dance."

"You won't jump if you're late," Zhang Xun's confused mood brightened at the moment, he stood up from his chair and waved, "Come on, let me see if your bangs are growing again ?”

Chen Linhu walked over while putting on his coat, and lowered his head slightly to let Zhang Xun play with his hair, which was not even pressed down by water pressure.

Gou Niang Liu Hai'er, because she sleeps with Zhang Xun on her head, now she is going up to the sky. Zhang Xun said happily while pressing, "Boys at this age have to straighten their hairstyles. You are all supported by your face."

"I'm too lazy to do it, I just get a haircut nearby," Chen Linhu said, "I want to flatten it directly."

Liu Haier couldn't hold back, Zhang Xun bit the cigarette on his mouth, and simply scratched his hair up casually, the face was covered by the unobstructed curtain, and his facial features became clearer: "Go for a taxi, save some time on the way Buy something to eat."

"I don't like to listen to such instructions when I was in elementary school." Chen Linhu was very displeased with this kind of words that were similar to "don't run around after school".

"Okay, let's change the word," Zhang Xun said, squinting his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, "study hard and don't fool around."

Chen Linhu smiled and nodded: "Yes, okay."

Zhang Xun took the cigarette away from his mouth, clamped it between his fingers, and kissed him on the lips: "Then send me a message when you have time, okay?"

"Yeah." Chen Linhu's lips were pecked lightly, and it was very itchy. He was very dissatisfied with this superficial dismissal, and unreasonably bit Zhang Xun's mouth again, licked his lips, and pressed him against the edge of the table, continued The temperature last night.

Zhang Xun found that once Chen Linhu gagged his mouth, his brain became dizzy as if the oxygen supply was insufficient. He was simply dizzy and didn't want to think about anything. He had the potential to be a fool, so he quickly moved the cigarette in his hand: " The cigarette is still on, so you won’t be embarrassed after burning it. Go back to school quickly.”

The tiger cub was still holding the edge of the table with both hands to surround Zhang Xun, knowing that it was getting late, so he licked his lips and got up with a "huh" sound, and slipped Zhang Xun again with his eyes still a little bit fierce.

The most indispensable thing on the second floor is the small bread to cushion the stomach. Chen Linhu took two stuffed pockets to prepare cushions for the taxi, and opened the anti-theft door while talking to Zhang Xun that was not nutritious.

Unexpectedly, the opposite door also opened at the same time. Ding Yule and Ding Bifang walked out of the door and bumped into Chen Linhu.

"Brother Xiaohu," Ding Yule was taken aback, "Why did you come out of Mr. Zhang's house?"

Chen Linhu paused in his heart: "Well, I didn't bring the key, so I borrowed a night if I couldn't open the door."

It's not a lie, he really didn't take the key, so it's more natural to say this.

But my heart slowed down a few beats.

Fortunately, the mother and son of the Ding family didn't ask any more questions. Ding Bifang was still wearing delicate makeup, and her voice was a little tired: "I'm sorry, but I asked you, a student who is going to school, to come here."

It wasn't broken, but everyone knew what was going on.

Ding Bifang wanted to save face all her life, but she didn't expect to step on a big hole in Jiang Xiangdong's body, and it still affects her son and parents, and she is tired of it.

Ding Yule ran home last night to explain the matter clearly. Ding Bifang was so angry that she didn't fall asleep all night, and now she doesn't pretend to be confused with Chen Linhu, a person who knows and helps. Thank you as much as you should.

Zhang Xun put out the cigarette and came out, and greeted the door with a smile: "Aunt Ding, are you going to work? Have you talked about what happened yesterday?"

"Well, I'm causing trouble for you two again," Ding Bifang sighed, "Have you woke up so early and haven't eaten yet? Wait a minute."

Turning around and going back to the house, he brought a bag of deep-fried dough stick buns from home to Chen Linhu and the others: "It's still hot, I bought too much, it won't taste good when it gets cold, you two eat it while it's hot."

"Okay," Zhang Xun was not polite, and stretched out his hand to take it with a smile, "If you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard."

Ding Bifang glared at him with a half-smile: "Don't be poor, I'll treat you two to a good meal later when I've finished my work."

"Eat well!" Ding Yule followed closely, "Thank you Teacher Zhang, thank you Brother Xiaohu, you two looked like thugs yesterday, so handsome!"

Chen Linhu was really hungry when he smelled the aroma of the rice, he squeezed a deep-fried dough stick and gave Ding Yule a thumbs-up while eating.

"It's a small matter," Zhang Xun paused, then looked at Ding Bifang, "Aunt Ding, what are you going to do..."

Ding Bifang curled the corners of her mouth coldly: "Don't worry, you two don't need to worry about this shit, I know it."

When these words came out of her mouth, Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun believed them quite well, and they didn't say anything more. They said a few more words, and then they all started to rush to work and go to school.

"I have to send this kid to school, so I won't tell you two more. Just open your mouth when you have something to do," Ding Bifang said as she descended the stairs, then turned to look at Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun standing at the door, and smiled, " Fortunately, you two have a good relationship, otherwise Huzi would not have a place to stay last night."

Zhang Xun smiled: "My house has become his and Ding Yule's base."

Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun didn't make a sound until the Ding family's mother and son walked out of the cave.

Chen Linhu couldn't explain how he felt. When he closed the door, he seemed to be able to do anything. He could kiss the person he liked wantonly, and he could make Xing'er compete with Zhang Xun. But when he opened the door, he felt that there were eyes everywhere. .

He wasn't afraid or annoyed, but he understood Zhang Xun's sense of oppression.

Chen Linhu looked back, Zhang Xun had a faint smile on his face, and he was also looking at him, but there was worry and distress in his eyes, as well as helplessness.

This look made Chen Linhu feel blocked, he didn't show his temper or compete, and he didn't insist on talking to Zhang Xun about what happened just now, he just stretched his head over and kissed Zhang Xun on the face.

"Let's go." Chen Linhu smiled at him, and jumped downstairs.

Zhang Xun asked him to kiss him so much that he didn't even have time to say "don't jump". He closed the door and touched his face, angrily and laughed: "You bastard, you don't even wipe your mouth, just rub my face with grease!"

When people get busy, the time is like a dog gnawing on a bone. Chen Linhu is busy with professional courses and projects, Zhang Xun also cheers up, and for the first time since coming to Baoxiang, he started to start his own career planning. There was a lot of work before. Give everything to Qingguang, focusing on the contributions of some magazines and a few long-term outsourcing jobs.

Halfway through the semester, news came that Jiang Xiangdong had been arrested for committing a crime.

The Ding family was full of joy from the old to the young, it was almost like a new year, and it was short of setting off thousands of firecrackers to celebrate.Delivering fruit and buying roast chicken stepped on the threshold of the neighbors, and the whole building of the second unit was shaken.

Chen Linhu was not in the mood to listen carefully to how Jiang Xiangdong got in. After his work in the project was almost over, he had nothing else to do, so he started to fiddle with his almost obsolete manga again.

Since Zhang Xun started to work, Ding Yule felt as if he followed up with the office every time he came back. The two of them wrote and drew in front of the computer. He squatted on the small table next to him to write, as if sitting next to the primary school podium Son's special seat.

The computer is too heavy, and it is inconvenient to carry it around. Chen Linhu bought a second-hand tablet. It is not convenient to adjust the background, but software such as CSP can also meet the outline, coloring and post-production needs to a certain extent. , mainly because it is portable and can go to the book cafe.

After finishing the character design part of the animation project, he felt that he was still not very interested. After a few months, the hairlines of the seniors and sisters who were doing animation had moved back visible to the naked eye. Chen Linhu was worried about them just looking at them .

Compared with those, Chen Linhu is more interested in his little manga. When he has nothing to do, he just carries his tablet and sits alone for a long time.

Laymen are very interested in things like drawing comics. Wu Yue was hooked and became a follow-up fan. If he had nothing to do, he would hang around the corner where Chen Linhu was sitting. Even Zhang Xun, who saw Chen Linhu all day long, loved it a lot. Take a look.

Forget it, it may be an occupational disease of writing, and I like to ask a few more questions when I see something strange: "Do the backgrounds have to be painted a little bit? It's tiring, and now the comics are updated once a week. Can you make it in time?"

Chen Linhu is filling in the background for the new chapter: "My background is simple, and the text is not long, so I can draw it."

"Well," Zhang Xun supported the table with one hand, and habitually placed the other hand on Chen Linhu's back, gently squeezing along the spine, "Then the difficult ones, the big scenes."

At the beginning of May, the weather turned hot, and Chen Linhu changed into thin clothes early on. The heat from Zhang Xun's palms passed through his back, and the force of pinching him was like pinching his heart, liver and lungs through the skin, making Chen Linhu absent-minded and bald. The crane's base color turned into the color of a fat cat, and it looked like a roast chicken that hadn't been shaved.

"There are paintings, it seems that they can be replaced by models now, but I don't know how to do it yet." Chen Linhu changed the color of the crane back, turned to look at Zhang Xun, "Why do you keep pinching me?"

Before Zhang Xun realized his actions, he was a little embarrassed.

After staying together for a long time during this period, it is inevitable that I especially like this kind of physical contact.

"Tsk," Teacher Zhang said seriously with a sullen face, "what's wrong with pinching you twice?"

Chen Linhu raised his eyebrows, without saying a word, put down the capacitor pen, and quickly grabbed Zhang Xun's abdomen through his clothes.

Zhang Xun's scalp was numb, and he immediately pressed Chen Linhu's hand, looked left and right, lowered his head in shock and said, "Crazy? The days are over?!"

"No one, I've seen it." Chen Linhu laughed, "Are you living with me, Zhang Xun?"

There were really not many people at the moment, and Chen Linhu was sitting in a corner, but Zhang Xun felt uncomfortable. Thinking that such a prickly person learned to wait for opportunities, he felt a little uncomfortable for Chen Linhu.

"You really are," Zhang Xun smiled helplessly, "three times a day, asking different flowers."

Chen Linhu frowned, and stretched out his claws again.

"Yes, yes, yes, stop making trouble," Zhang Xun patted him away, and said happily, "By the way, have you contacted Uncle Chen this week?"

Chen Linhu thought about it: "I called on Tuesday, what happened?"

"The old man may be in a bad mood. He doesn't play mahjong anymore. It's probably because of your family's business," Zhang Xun said. "I'll talk to Uncle Liao in the afternoon. One is deaf and the other is half-mute. It's a lot of work."

Since the beginning of winter at the end of last year, Uncle Liao has been a little sick. At such an advanced age, he is afraid of recurring cerebral infarction, so he has been raising it, but it has not recovered until now, and has become weaker.

Old Chen was always worried about Uncle Liao's unlucky illness. The health care products Chen Xingye bought, no matter whether they were suitable for the disease or not, were collected and taken to the opposite door.

Zhang Xun was worried that even Old Chen would fall ill: "Tell me, you can comfort me when you come back."

Chen Linhu frowned, took out his phone and looked at the calendar: "Yeah. It's not just about the opposite door, it's almost the anniversary of my grandma's death."

Having known Chen Linhu for so long, Zhang Xun hadn't heard him mention grandma, so he was a little surprised, but this is not the place to talk about these things, so he didn't ask in detail, just said: "It's okay, I'll watch it when I'm at home. "

As he said that, he squeezed Chen Linhu's shoulders near his neck to show comfort, and Chen Linhu's eyebrows and eyes were softened by his pinching.

Zhang Xun was really close to Old Chen, and Old Chen would call him downstairs for dinner every now and then.

When the three of them huddled together at the same table to eat, Chen Linhu was really happy.

Just about to say something more, someone shouted: "Chen Linhu!"

Chen Linhu and Zhang Xun looked up and saw that Tong Fei and another girl in the studio were waving in this direction, followed by Shen Xin with a helpless face.

"You really like to run here," Tong Fei smiled and walked this way, "The last time I saw Shang Qinghua, he said it was either a library or a book cafe, and he will catch you."

Before Chen Linhu could reply, the strength of the hand pinching his shoulder immediately increased by two degrees.

"You've been arrested." Zhang Xun looked at him with a half-smile.

Chen Linhu was suffering innocently, and looked at him with his lips pursed a little at a loss.

Zhang Xun couldn't stand his aggrieved eyes, let go of his hands and patted him, and said hello to Tong Fei: "You guys chat, order and call me."

"Thank you." Tong Fei generously made a gesture of gratitude, and pulled the other girl to sit opposite Chen Linhu. Shen Xin didn't see her, and squeezed to the same side as Chen Linhu.

"I met my junior again," Shen Xin smiled, "What are you doing?"

Chen Linhu moved in again: "Draw some comics, come out and draw when the dormitory is too noisy."

"It's the same with me. I went back to school to prepare my thesis and defense, and the ghosts in the dormitory were crying and howling, and they came out to breathe." Shen Xin expressed his understanding, "We'll go to the movies later, and we still need someone, so come here first and wait. "

"It's a project and a professional course, and you're still accepting business drafts, right?" Tong Fei said, "Freshman is so busy. Others enjoy campus life, and you are eager to earn money to gain experience."

Chen Linhu smiled. He was in a hurry. It was a little money to save some money. He wished he could be financially independent and free immediately.

The other girl saw him smile, and also laughed: "When I was in the studio before, I ran away from people as soon as it was over, and my feet didn't touch the ground. Besides these, what else is there to do?"

Zhang Xun was walking this way with the coffee that Chen Linhu asked for before, when he heard this sentence, he raised his eyes and looked at her more.

"Home is close," Chen Linhu said casually without realizing it, "I'll go home after class on Friday."

"Oh." The girl nodded, and said tentatively, "I thought you had to spend time with your partner, but everyone in your class said you didn't move, were you joking in the studio before?"

Holding the coffee, Zhang Xun didn't know whether to go forward, feeling a little uncomfortable.

In fact, the little girl is not wrong, isn't Chen Linhu just a companion, but she has to explain it.

What Zhang Xun was afraid of was that when Chen Linhu encountered such a thing, the joy and inflated feelings in his heart could not be expressed in words, and the feeling of having to pretend that nothing had happened was too uncomfortable.

He paused, ready to wait for this topic to end, at least give Chen Linhu a cover, so that he won't be speechless while watching him.

Just as he was about to turn his head and leave, he heard Chen Linhu say "hmm": "I have a partner."

"..." Zhang Xun felt that he didn't need to think about such nonsense.The corner of his mouth couldn't hold back.

The other three were also quite surprised. Tong Fei didn't intend to ask these personal questions, and was about to change the subject when the girl couldn't hold back her words and said, "I haven't seen it before, are you from our department?"

If it was something else, Chen Linhu would probably have been bored long ago, but now he was talking about something related to Zhang Xun, and he had a lot of patience out of thin air: "No, outside the school."

"Why didn't there be any movement before?" the girl slapped the table angrily, "My best friend even asked me to help you find out, your road is too blocked!"

Chen Linhu is like a sneaky person with a treasure in his arms. He wants to announce his wealth to the world, but he has to hide it. He can only reveal some details to tantalize people's appetite and satisfy himself: "I didn't catch it before, but I caught it recently. .”

After finishing speaking, he noticed someone coming from the corner of his eye, and there was an extra cup of coffee in front of him. Chen Linhu raised his head and met Zhang Xun's eyes.

Under the sun, this feeling is like the shadow cast by a small stone.The hard and normal objects are used to show people, but the dark side below is also real.

Zhang Xun resisted the urge to rub Chen Linhu's head, and took the empty coffee cup on the table away to the counter.

The girl behind her finally struggled: "If you have a chance, take it out and have a look."

Chen Linhu got stuck this time, and the bottom of his tongue became bitter, suppressing the sweetness of his words just now.

"He's more..." Chen Linhu still had to answer, a little embarrassed, "Recognize life."

Zhang Xun almost smashed the cup in his hand, turned his head and squinted at Chen Linhu from a long distance away, the latter turned his head to the wall, leaving him with a shaggy back of his head.

"Admit it," Zhang Xun put the cup under the faucet, gritted his teeth and gave a ferocious smile, "Why am I so unconvinced?"

Of course he couldn't hear his muttering here. Tong Fei didn't expect that the person she brought could babble so much, so she was very embarrassed, so she hurriedly smoothed things over and glared at her: "It doesn't matter to you if you are in love, there is a lot of nonsense."

"Indeed," Shen Xin knocked on the table with a smile, "Everyone, go back and tell your parents, fellow villagers, and little sisters that there is one less goal to strive for."

The girl sighed several times in disappointment, and quickly put the topic aside, urging another person who didn't show up to come quickly.

Only then did Chen Linhu feel more relaxed, and connected the tablet, which was running out of battery, to the power source next to the seat to charge it.

"You use this painting," Shen Xin turned his head, "Look at it?"

"Well, the computer is too heavy, so it's a bit troublesome to take it out." Chen Linhu handed him the tablet.

Shen Xin flipped through it, was very interested, took out his phone and exchanged Weibo with Chen Linhu, and read the previous few updates: "Very good. Do you like comics?"

Chen Linhu: "It's quite interesting."

"Then you can consider preparing a relatively complete plot to draw, and submit it to the platform for competition," Shen Xin said, "Nowadays, some platforms hold competitions regularly, and the rules are different, but basically those who win the prize have the opportunity to sign a contract, even if they debuted in the industry. .”

Chen Linhu had never thought about this before, so he asked Shen Xin a few more questions.

Shen Xin can answer everything, but he himself is a designer and doesn't know much: "The competition is one aspect. If you can contact the editor, you can also try to submit the manuscript directly. Some flat-band websites have email addresses. , give it a try, if you really want to paint, maybe this is your chance."

In this regard, Chen Linhu's eyes were also darkened, and he listened to the general idea. The movie of Shen Xin and others is almost up. After exchanging contact information with Chen Linhu, he patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, speak up if you have something to do."

"Well," Chen Linhu smiled, "bye."

Shen Xin followed Tong Fei out of the book cafe, and Chen Linhu relaxed all over. After thinking about it, he decided to open a few relatively large comic platforms in China.

There are indeed many competitions among them, but the time is not right, and they are either just finished or are still in preparation.

Chen Linhu reads a lot of comics, but he doesn’t know much about the market. After clicking on a few comics, he found that there are still differences in the use of storyboards between comics and comics. Chen Linhu’s current drawing of fat cats and bald cranes is cut into equal grids. It’s fine, but sometimes in other works, in order to express different rhythms, you still have to use storyboards flexibly.

He usually comes into contact with Japanese manga mostly, most of them are page manga, after reading a few, he thought he had to think about it, so he closed it, and subconsciously went to look for Zhang Xun's figure.

Zhang Xun also has something to do at the moment, he doesn't have enough materials for making milk tea drinks, he has to go to the storeroom at the back to get them, and he has to arrange the books on the bookshelf that were messed up by a few owers just now, and compare with Chen Linhu The "busy" gesture left in a hurry.

It doesn't matter if we can't see him now, Chen Linhu shivered with embarrassment when he thought about his sentence "he admits his birth" just now, and he didn't bother Zhang Xun when he saw that he was busy, he put away his things and got up to go to the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, Chen Linhu still felt that he had been tricked by a ghost to say such a sentence, so much so that he wanted to look away when he saw Zhang Xun who was arranging books behind the bookshelf.

Zhang Xun arranged the books one by one, and waved to him: "Come, do me a favor."

Chen Linhu thought he wanted to help arrange the books, so he obediently walked over.

This bookshelf is placed a little far away from the wall, just leaving a distance of one and a half people wide. It is dedicated to storing some worn-out magazines and books. If there are enough piles, they will be sold in piles. The unreadable ones were put away and ready to be tied with a rope. Zhang Xun stood outside and pointed to the inside: "There are a few old ones on the top, take them."

Chen Linhu walked in, and Zhang Xun pushed him against the wall before he could ask where it was.

With great strength, Chen Linhu pressed his back against the wall and was startled.

"I admit birth?" Zhang Xun pressed him, his face was very close, and he uttered a few words with a half-smile, "Is it plausible?"

It was embarrassing for Chen Linhu to mention this, but now that Zhang Xun was so crowded in the corner, he suddenly loosened up and couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Xun felt itchy when he saw his canine teeth. The gap behind the bookshelf was very hidden. He had been feeling ups and downs since just now, and when he thought about Chen Linhu's words, he felt at ease and sad.

To be sure is to know that this kid is willing to tell others about his thoughts, and to be sad is because he knows that it is always safer not to speak out than to speak out.

The two emotions were intertwined. Seeing Chen Linhu still surfing the web to go to the toilet like a normal person, he couldn't help but squeezed here for the children.

"Laugh!" Zhang Xun approached and lowered his voice, "You are so brave, you dare to talk about anything."

Chen Linhu didn't lose his temper when he was pressed here. He pulled Zhang Xun's waist forward with both hands, and pressed it against himself, and said in a low voice, "Be clear to others, and you won't have a sour smell in your body from now on."

Smelling the bitter taste of coffee on Chen Linhu's body while breathing, Zhang Xun felt as if he was pressing a heavy weapon that kept hitting his chest.

Their foreheads were pressed together, and the afternoon light leaked through the gaps in the bookshelves, rubbing Chen Linhu's outline with traces of plush, and scratching Zhang Xun's eyes hard.

It really hurt my heart.

Zhang Xun couldn't help stretching out his hand to press the back of Chen Linhu's head, pressing him down to kiss him.Chen Linhu's breathing stagnated, and the tip of his tongue invaded along Zhang Xun's lips.

The small space behind the bookshelf is stuffed with old and tattered books, and the sunlight that can only leak in at this time is penetrated. The two of them hid here and kissed carefully and passionately.

Chen Linhu couldn't help but grabbed Zhang Xun's waist a few times, rubbing the restraints, Zhang Xun trembled all over, and almost missed Chen Linhu's body.

"Fuck," Zhang Xun twitched his arm, "You fucking try rubbing it again?"

Chen Linhu's expression was innocent: "You kiss me first."

"...You didn't come back with a kiss?" Zhang Xun said, "It's fine to move your mouth, but it's a bit too much to use your hands."

Chen Linhu curled his lips, and let go of his hand lazily.

"Brother Hu, cheer up." Zhang Xun straightened his hair and clothes, and laughed when he saw his slumped head. "Today is Friday, waiting for you to go back tonight? Do you want to eat, drop by."

"Well," Chen Linhu followed Zhang Xun's example and fiddled with his hair, "Can I watch a movie? The one Shen Xin and the others watched just now was released."

"You want to see?" Zhang Xun asked.

"Ah."

"Okay," Zhang Xun scratched his chin, "book a ticket for the evening, and tell Uncle Chen to come back later."

Chen Linhu nodded, and then opened his mouth after nodding, and whispered in Zhang Xun's ear, "Is this a date?"

Sometimes Zhang Xun felt that Chen Linhu was scratching at his dead point when he spoke. Although this person looked like a jerk, he was really likable when he stubbornly cared about this with him.

"Forget it," Zhang Xun squeezed his face, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Watching a movie with my boyfriend, what else can it be if it's not a date."

After unpacking and binding the old books, Zhang Xun went out first, while Chen Linhu stood behind the bookshelf for a while.

The books were pasted together, forming a wall like bricks, shielding his swollen feelings and heart.

The walls are safe, Chen Linhu thought, wishing the walls were wider and wider, so they would have more space.

It's fine even if the wall doesn't disappear, even if it allows him and Zhang Xun to roll around freely.

While Zhang Xun felt that he had also infected Chen Linhu with the disease of audacity, he returned to the counter pretending to be calm.

There were few people at the moment, so Wu Yue delivered the food, leaning in front of the counter and yawning with her face propped up. Seeing Zhang Xun coming, she took a second look and said strangely, "Isn't the book tidy? It looks like your clothes are messed up."

As soon as Zhang Xun lowered his head, he realized that Chen Linhu had messed up the hem of his shirt that he had stuffed into his uniform apron. He was angry and laughed at the same time, so he straightened it out quickly, and said vaguely: "Maybe when I was moving things, I stretched out my hand and brought them out." .”

Secretly cursed three or four bastards.

After scolding and thinking, I am also quite muddled.I couldn't stand hearing him say "object" in front of outsiders, and hearing that he wanted everyone to know.

Maybe it was really brought by Chen Linhu. Zhang Xun felt that his self-control had plummeted recently, almost falling to the warning line.His eight-year-old is like playing, and he has become more and more useless recently.

I really saw a ghost.

In the afternoon, Chen Linhu went back to take another elective class, and returned to the book cafe before Zhang Xun got off work.

When the time came, Zhang Xun immediately changed his uniform, said hello to Wu Yue, and went out. Chen Linhu stood on the steps in front of the book cafe, smiling when he saw him coming.

"You're so coaxing, Huzi," Zhang Xun felt soft when he saw this smile, and went to grab Chen Linhu's hair, "Watching a movie is so fun? Don't you usually watch it with a projector at home?"

"It's not the same," Chen Linhu jumped down the steps, "Anyway, I'm quite happy."

He said whatever he thought, straightforward and honest, Zhang Xun didn't say anything, just about to speak with a smile, the phone rang in his pocket.

"Duan Qiao," Zhang Xun gestured to Chen Linhu, and answered the phone, "What's the matter, fat? Didn't you say to meet Xiaomeng's parents tonight?"

Over there, Duan Qiao's voice was a bit strange, with a strong nasal voice: "Well, aren't you coming back now? Where are you training, come out to eat!"

Zhang Xun froze for a moment, then glanced at Chen Linhu.

Chen Linhu also heard that something was wrong, and looked at Zhang Xun with questioning eyes.

"Just got off work, what happened to you?" Zhang Xun bit his cigarette, "Why does the voice sound like weeping?"

"Are you coming to drink with my brother?!" Duan Qiao probably had a lot to drink, so he yelled, and suddenly cried "Wow", "I feel uncomfortable, I feel so uncomfortable."

Zhang Xun was so frightened that he didn't even light his cigarette, and after asking where Duan Qiao was, he hung up the phone.

The movie of the two was forced to end due to an unexpected situation. Zhang Xun and Duan Qiaohao wore a pair of pants, and Chen Linhu and Duan Qiao also had a friendship. They are usually used to Duan Xiaopang's happy and carefree appearance. After this movement, everyone thought that something big was going to happen, so they hurriedly called and ran to Duan Qiao's house.

It wasn't until the taxis had run to the place that Chen Linhu realized that something was wrong, and stopped moving at the bottom of the station.

"Go up," Chen Linhu looked at Zhang Xun and said, "I... can't tell if I'm going with you."

Zhang Xun turned his head and saw Chen Linhu's troubled eyes, and his heart ached.

How come such a straightforward person has learned to move himself back.

Who doesn't want to tell the world that he owns the other party, and who doesn't want to be told by the other party that he has been privately owned.

Zhang Xun didn't care if there was anyone around, he grabbed Chen Linhu's hand, looked into his eyes and smiled: "It's okay, I'll take you there and he will understand, you, Chen Linhu, you are my boyfriend."

The author has something to say:

It's sticky and crooked sugar again! !