muddy boy

Fortunately, the trousers were not dirty, Zhang Xun had enough paper to clean himself and Chen Linhu, and then went to the toilet to wash.

They were not in the mood to watch the movie, and both of them were a bit lazy, but Chen Linhu still had to go downstairs to see Old Chen.

In the afternoon, I called old Mr. Chen and told him that he might not know when he would go home and let the old man sleep first, but considering that he was in a bad mood these two days, Chen Linhu still had to watch.

"Go back and ask a few more questions, and let me know." Zhang Xun stood by the entry cabinet and watched Chen Linhu change his shoes. "I'm not his grandson. It's okay to take care of him at ordinary times. I don't want to talk about the old man's private affairs."

Chen Linhu said "um", got up and kissed the corner of Zhang Xun's mouth before going out.

"Tsk," Zhang Xun wiped his mouth and couldn't help laughing, "It's so boring."

Afraid of disturbing the people at night, Chen Linhu walked back to the first floor honestly.

Old Chen was indeed asleep, snoring on the crooked recliner, and the phone was still playing videos on his stomach.

Chen Linhu walked around the room, opened the refrigerator to check, and saw that everything was as usual, which proved that the old man had not missed his meal at least, so he went to the recliner and patted the old man to wake him up.

"Ang?" Old Chen was woken up, rubbing his head indiscriminately, "Come back? I thought you wouldn't be back until dawn, so I sent you a message to come back and bring fried buns. This is just a request, I can't eat anymore .”

"I won't be back until dawn." Chen Linhu was moved by his grandfather's spirit of never forgetting to cook. "If you want to eat, get up early tomorrow and buy it for you. Get up quickly and go to bed."

Old Chen got up slowly and took off his reading glasses: "Old Liao made trouble. You said he was old and bad, which made me not in the mood to play mahjong. I used to play mahjong in the afternoon and sleep at night. Detecishi, now I can only watch TV dramas - and the filming is not good!"

"How did I hear that you lie on the bedside and tell ghost stories when people can't get up?" Chen Linhu helped him.

"Mr. Zhang told you the secret again, right? This kid likes to make small reports all day long," Old Chen was also happy, and sat on the bed with a smile, pulled up the quilt to cover his legs, but his mood became depressed again, "Too late A few days, find a Saturday or Sunday, and accompany me to see your grandma?"

"Well," Chen Linhu knew that old Chen was not only because of the opposite door, and replied, "I've read it, and the day of his death happened to be Saturday."

Knowing that his grandson was still thinking about this matter, Old Chen was very happy, and patted Chen Linhu's hand: "This year, it will be the same as before, and the skirts will be drawn better, huh?"

"Got it," Chen Linhu said, "Where is my dad, when is he coming?"

Old Chen waved his hand: "I can't come because I'm on a business trip. I said I'll be on vacation next month."

Chen Linhu frowned.Ever since Chen Xingye started to make a name for himself at work, he couldn't take care of this end of things. He didn't catch up with the punctual worship a few times, so he had to find time to come back to visit the grave.

"It's just good that he doesn't come." Old Chen didn't care about this, he said with a smile, "I'll save you from choking on your mother's face. There are so many residents in the cemetery, it's really embarrassing for ghosts to see how noisy they are."

In the Chen family, Old Chen was such an optimistic owner by nature, Chen Linhu didn't say anything else, and helped turn off the lights and exit the bedroom. It didn't take long for Old Chen's snoring to start singing loudly again.

He went back to his bedroom and sat for a while looking at his mobile phone. In addition to the message in the old Chen's hair asking him to bring breakfast, there was also a call from Chen Xingye that he didn't answer.

At this point, Chen Linhu would not call back. According to Chen Xingye's temper, he had scolded him for several rounds to calm down, and there was no need to come forward to complain. When he opened WeChat, he saw several voice messages from Chen Xingye.

One third of the voice was talking about how bad Chen Linhu's behavior of not answering the phone was, and one third was explaining that he couldn't come to Baoxiang and asked Chen Linhu to greet him.The remaining one-third said that Chen Tong was ill again, Zhu Dan and him were worried, and when Chen Tong recovered from his illness, he would take him out to play during the summer vacation.

After looking through it again, Lin Hongyu also sent a message, sent money, and told Chen Linhu where he was flying to discuss the project recently. He was very busy, so I will talk to him later.

Busy, all busy.

Chen Linhu sat on a chair with his arms folded, and suddenly felt a little bored.

This kind of boredom is very strange. I had only felt it faintly before, but now I gradually figured out the reason.

After their parents separated, they each lived a new life. Chen Xingye formed a new family, and Lin Hongyu pursued her dream in the workplace to enrich her life.They're all doing just fine, even without him.

Chen Linhu is like a historical relic, only when he is alone will he realize his fixed attributes that have no place to pile up.

Not wanting to be surrounded by such meaningless negative emotions, Chen Linhu picked up his phone, slipped out of the house like a thief, and ran straight to the second floor.

Just after taking a shower, Zhang Xun was shirtless and biting a cigarette. While filling Brother Hu with water, he frowned and sent text messages with one hand. He was surprised to see Chen Linhu come back, and stood up: "Why are you here again? How is Uncle Chen?"

"It's okay, I think I've hooked shoulders with Duke Zhou by now." Once Chen Linhu returned to the second floor, his mood suddenly cleared, and he kicked off his shoes two or three times, ignoring the water droplets on Zhang Xun's body, and put his arms around his waist Just a bite on the shoulder.

"Hiss," Zhang Xun tore it away for him, "Itchy teeth are chewed on Brother Hu's cat scratcher, and then recruit me when it is smooth."

Chen Linhu smiled: "Who are you sending WeChat messages to? It's midnight."

"It's on the line." Zhang Xun looked at him squinting with a half-smile, "Ning Xiaomeng. You still have to tell her that she is treating Xiaopang with the right medicine."

Chen Linhu was also more concerned about Duan Qiao's affairs: "What did she say?"

"What can I say, I'm angry." Zhang Xun sighed, "I can't control their affairs, let's go with fate."

Emotions in the world are uneven, the authorities are the one who tied the bell and the one who untied it, and outsiders can't help much.

After this day's toss, they had a rough and tumbled meal just now, both of them were sleepy, they ate two small buns for dinner, washed up and climbed onto the bed to lie down.

This time Zhang Xun could be regarded as remembering to close the door tightly, and let the good fat cat play by himself. To appease him, he even opened a can of food before going back to the bedroom.

Chen Linhu was frowning and frowning at the phone, his expression can be described as "scrutiny", Zhang Xun looked amused, and lifted the quilt to the bed to take a look.

A bunch of skirts in different colors.

"Did I hallucinate?" Zhang Xun couldn't believe it, "Or do you have this habit?"

Chen Linhu reflected for a moment what he meant, then laughed, and stretched out his hand to scratch his lower abdomen: "What are you thinking, I am looking for a reference to draw, and I drew it for my grandma."

"Put your paws away," Zhang Xun brushed his dishonest hand away, "Didn't your milk already..."

"Well, it's long gone. I wasn't there at that time, and my dad was still half a kid." Chen Linhu slid the screen, without any cover, and said, "My grandfather dreamed of my grandma one year and said he wanted to Wear nice clothes, let burn some nice paper clothes or something."

"Your grandma loves beauty." Zhang Xun smiled.

"Those paper clothes were not very fashionable in the past, so my grandfather drew them himself," Chen Linhu remembered, and began to laugh, "After two years of painting, my father had a dream and dreamed that my grandma said that the clothes were very good Yes, don’t buy this one in the future, it’s a bit ugly. Later, when I started to learn to draw, my grandfather let me draw until now.”

Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing, and made the Chen family amused: "It stands to reason that you can't find some old models, this one looks a bit too young, right?"

"People don't grow long after they die, as my grandfather said," Chen Linhu said, "so my grandma will always be young, and I like to wear current fashion."

He said this casually, but Zhang Xun felt a little indescribably heavy.

Like the accumulation of feathers, a thick layer.

Just by looking at it, you know it must be warm and warm.

"I still miss it after so many years." Zhang Xun was a little emotional.

"He suffers at this time every year." Chen Linhu nodded.

The two of them squeezed together, and they didn't need to speak loudly. It felt good to whisper softly. Zhang Xun put his head on Chen Linhu's shoulder and picked out clothes with him.

"This dress is good, let's wear high heels." Zhang Xun pointed to a dress, and said, "Is it just a few days?"

"Next Saturday," Chen Linhu squeezed Zhang Xun's hand while swiping his phone, one by one, "the cemetery halfway up the western mountain."

Zhang Xun had been there before, so he knew where it was: "It's quite far away, how can I get there?"

"There used to be a bus going that way, but this year the route seems to have been changed. Anyway, it doesn't reach the foot of the mountain," Chen Linhu said a little helplessly, "I guess I have to take a taxi. He is nervous when driving a small car."

"It's okay," Zhang Xun raised his hand to scratch Chen Linhu's chin, "You should go to class, don't worry about it, I will find a way."

Chen Linhu still wanted to refuse, but Zhang Xun made a gesture of "shut up" and knocked the matter to death.

Chen Linhu felt that the next two weeks passed very quickly, as if after exchanging the word "love" with the other party, the feelings in his heart became more boiling and weighty.

In addition to attending classes and learning about submissions on a few platforms, he also had to pay attention to the state of old Chen. The rest of the time was spent running around Zhang Xun, and in the middle he continued with single-drawing commercial manuscripts. Shang Qinghua and others were all arrested. He was bluffed by his posture of spinning around, and they all felt guilty about their leisurely life.

I know about the same thing about manuscript submission, and the requirements of each platform are different, but as long as you submit a manuscript, most of them have to prepare about one to three chapters of drafts, at least one chapter of the draft, as well as the outline of the story and a few scripts, etc. Wait, Chen Linhu has a big head, and once again learned the truth of "no industry is easy".

Money is hard to earn, and it is even harder to make money from hobbies. Chen Linhu has to fill his time, painting until midnight is common.

Most of the free time was spent on the second floor.

With the previous experience of manual transmission, it was like opening a mouth, and the two of them would easily go off when they got close. Zhang Xun also met his nemesis, and found that he couldn't control people at all, so he could only follow Chen Linhu to mess around again and again.

The days are so busy, so I sneak away and let go.

When it was time to go to the cemetery, Zhang Xun asked Ning Xiaomeng to borrow a car and drove to pick up Old Chen at the door.

Chen Linhu hadn't seen Zhang Xun driving before, so he leaned on the passenger window and bent over to look in, jokingly said, "Are you okay, Brother Xun?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Xun sat on the driver's seat, holding a cigarette in one hand and stretched out the car window, squinting his eyes at Chen Linhu, "Do you think I can do it?"

"Your mouth is so precious!" Old Chen slapped his grandson on the back, "Mr. Zhang is driving, what are you talking about!"

"That's right," Zhang Xun honked the horn, "Uncle Chen, get in the car! Make sure the journey is safe."

Old Chen compared two thumbs up: "Okay!"

When the car drove out of the family compound, old Chen sat in the spacious back seat because he was a little fat. Chen Linhu got into the passenger seat without saying a word, put on his seat belt and hugged his arms, and looked sideways at Zhang Xun from time to time.

Zhang Xun moved calmly and always in a slow manner. He didn't smile much when he was driving, his side face showed a bit of stability and coldness, and his hand holding the steering wheel was well-knit, and he was able to control his whereabouts powerfully.

Steady and fast.

mine.Chen Linhu thought very satisfied, this person is mine.

The Xishan Cemetery is a little far away, and it is customary for Baoxiang to go to the grave in the morning.The three of them set off at seven o'clock, and found a small stall on the way for breakfast, and it was almost ten o'clock when they arrived at the place.

Zhang Xun didn't follow, he just put the person in the nearest place and found a place to park by himself.

"It won't be long," Old Chen worried, "Don't run around."

Zhang Xun smiled and said to Yan: "It doesn't matter how long, I'm here, and I don't move except to go to the bathroom."

"Hey," Old Chen said, "If you have a thick skin, you can solve it on the spot."

Zhang Xun: "..."

"Let's go," Chen Linhu suppressed a smile, carrying the melons and fruits he bought and the clothes he painted, and pushed Old Chen to go, "He won't lose it!"

Turning his head and raising eyebrows with Zhang Xun, Zhang Xun smiled helplessly at him.

The choice of this cemetery was made by Mr. Chen. When he bought it, he prepared two places, one for his wife and one for himself.

Chen Linhu, the grandma on the tombstone, has never seen her before, but because she has been here almost every year since she was a child, she doesn't feel unfamiliar.

He arranged the melons and fruits together with Old Chen Tou, and pressed the painted clothes under the melons and fruits, and helped Old Chen Tou stand up straight.

"No need to help," Old Chen thought he was in the way, "I can still walk now!"

Chen Linhu had no choice but to say, "All right."

"Children are annoying," old Chen said to his wife on the tombstone, "but they are better than Chen Xingye! Look, they are much taller than they were two years ago. A few years ago, they were admitted to college, and now they are college students. Bring it here for you to see the appearance."

Chen Linhu stood like a melon being picked and picked, and didn't interrupt.

"In the past two years, money has not been allowed to be burned. It is not environmentally friendly, and it is scary if it is ignited." Old Chen said after a while, "The clothes can't be burned anymore. I put them here. You can mention them yourself, anyway. It’s only one trip a year.”

After finishing speaking, he didn't make a sound, and stood in front of the tombstone with his hands folded, his eyes half-closed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chen Linhu was used to being like old Chen Tou, and he didn't talk much every time he came back. He didn't hold a bottle of wine in front of the stele while drinking and crying for hours on TV, or he just stood there and chatted a few gossips.

After about 10 minutes, Old Chen let go of his hand as if returning to his soul, and stretched his waist.

"Go!" Old Chen patted Chen Linhu, "Go home."

"Not waiting any longer?" Chen Linhu asked.

"Everything is done, and the clothes have been delivered," Old Chen said, "Anyway, if she is not satisfied, she will give you a dream and ask you to repaint."

Chen Linhu felt dumbfounded about this theory, but he didn't say much. It was like this in previous years, and he accompanied Old Chen back to the parking place.

When I came here, I was worried and in a bad mood, probably because I met again in this place and let go of my worries. Old Chen walked back with vigor and vigor, and Chen Linhu had to trot behind him.

Zhang Xun read the book he brought over for a while, and when he looked up, he saw that the old and the young of the Chen family had rushed back. He wondered what happened, and said in surprise, "So fast? Why don't you stay for a while?"

Judging from what he learned from Chen Linhu's narration, he thought he had to stay at least until noon, but he didn't expect it to be over after 10:30.

"What are you keeping, don't we meet now?" Old Chen said as he opened the passenger door, saying that he wanted to sit in the front row, "Come back, there is a shop near here that sells donkey meat that is very delicious. , I can still buy it now, but the Master will snatch it up at noon!"

Zhang Xun opened his mouth to look at Old Chen, and then at Chen Linhu.

"Let's go." Chen Linhu had no choice but to sit in the back row, "It's always been like this."

Zhang Xun also had to open the car door, and said while starting the car, "You don't want to say a few words? It's hard to come here."

"I keep it in my heart every day." Old Chen smiled and touched his bald head. "There is no need to give special instructions. When a person is gone, he is gone. If there is no soul, it is useless to go to the grave to talk about it. If there is a soul Son, then live only in the hearts of the living."

Chen Linhu didn't hear what Old Chen said, so he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Chen Mingli, Uncle Chen is very worthy of his name in life. He doesn't have a magnificent and unparalleled personality like Dajiang Dahe, but wherever he goes, he has his own set of views that are worthy of others and himself.

Looking up at Chen Linhu several times from the rearview mirror, Zhang Xun pursed his lips, wanting to kiss him very much right now.

Just can't help it.

"Let me show you, I have to meet up for this trip." When waiting for the traffic lights, Old Chen took out a notebook from his pocket, which was the one he usually used for keeping accounts, and opened the notebook from the cover. He took out a photo from his jacket and showed it to Zhang Xun, "My wife!"

Zhang Xun took a few glances, and immediately understood who Chen Linhu had inherited his good looks from.

The Mrs. Chen in the photo is not beautiful in the traditional sense. Her eyebrows are bright and heroic, and the corners of her mouth are raised when she smiles. It may be because of the difference in personality and temperament. Chen Xingye is not as good as his deceased mother. The child is sassy, ​​but Chen Linhu is almost at home with her.

"Pretty." Zhang Xun smiled and gave a thumbs up, "No wonder you like it."

"People are good too, everything is good." Satisfied, the old head Chen turned his head and said to Chen Linhu, "You don't have a chance to see it, just look at the photos, you are at a disadvantage!"

Chen Linhu stuffed the piece of candy he had brought: "Eat yours, don't be angry."

The grandfather and grandson choked a few words, and Zhang Xun listened with a smile.

When the car drove to the wide main road, old love songs began to play on the radio. Teresa Teng's voice was so sweet that the car seemed to be wrapped in a layer of non-deteriorating honey.

From the corner of Zhang Xun's eyes, he watched old Chen put the photos in place and flatten the notebook, and suddenly asked, "Do you think people can live a lifetime based on feelings?"

Chen Linhu's eyes fell on the back of Zhang Xun's head with a "shua".

Zhang Xun didn't realize it until he asked this question, and he wondered why he asked it out.

It may be because of this kind of question, it seems too illusory to ask any young man, and only what you hear from someone who has lived most of his life is counted.

Apart from the old man beside him, Zhang Xun had no one to ask.

Old Chen still rubbed his head cheerfully: "What do you mean by that sentence, life is..."

"A lot of chicken feathers." Zhang Xun said as well, but he could only smile.

"Yes, life is a pile of chicken feathers, that's right," old Chen said, "but for me, I feel that feelings have to be old hens that have their feathers plucked and stewed into soup, otherwise they can't be explained just by looking at the feathers Where did the chicken go?"

Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu were stunned for several seconds, and couldn't help laughing.

"Who doesn't live in a heap of chicken feathers. Some people feel disgusted when they see the feeling of being plucked by life, some people don't like soup, and some people find it tasteless after drinking it. There are dead rats in the house, and most of them think that soup can’t be eaten.” Old Chen also smiled, patted his thigh and said casually, “I don’t know if you ask me, anyway, life is very short, I drink and drink It's the end. I think it's delicious."

The description of the style is quite wonderful, and I don't know whether to say it is appropriate or not.

It's the same as what old Chen said, it's almost as if he didn't say it.

But Chen Linhu understood in his heart what his master meant—I can, but you can't care about me.

Zhang Xun didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand, he looked ahead and drove the car without saying a word, and the expression on his face didn't change.

"Brake! Brake!" Old Chen roared, "I haven't bought donkey meat yet!"

The author has something to say:

The first pure man in the full text: Chen Mingli (dog head

Because of the baldness, so strong (bullshit