muddy boy

The next day Chen Linhu woke up in a hurry under the bombardment of old Chentou's electric horn singing "My enthusiasm is like a fire".

The daily opening scene of the old family home has already been sung, and the children who did not want to go to the dance class the day before yesterday were still howling loudly today, but because they were paired with another tenor who was not willing to go to the calligraphy class, they could not dominate this side stage.

The children in the compound are like leeks, almost all of them grew up at the same time and were cut off at the same time, but every batch left tears of not loving learning and loving freedom.

Chen Linhu, a half-old leek, didn't sleep well last night, and couldn't lift his spirits after washing his face. He was still sleepwalking when he was thrown out with two bags of garbage stuffed by old Chen. Sun, the three souls and seven souls almost fell apart in the sun.

When it fell apart, he could tell from the sunlight that Zhang Xun was riding on a small electric donkey, who was more like a walking dead than him, and was lying on the handlebar of the electric car to greet two aunts who were shopping for groceries.

The aunt who has experienced the morning market war is much more energetic than Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu, sharing vegetable prices and gossip with Zhang Xun over and over again.

There was no trace of impatience on Zhang Xun's face. He squinted his eyes and smiled and responded with a serious "hmmm", and appropriately inserted "you can afford this price" or "such fresh vegetables are just bought in supermarkets." Do not come" cheers.

Whether it's an aunt or an old lady, an old man or a young man, Zhang Xun can make a comfortable flattery.

Chen Linhu could hardly remember Zhang Xun's expression when he walked out of the house with the iron rod last night.

"Hey, Young Landlord," Zhang Xun said as he sent off the two aunts who were already in high spirits, and looked up to see Chen Linhu standing at the door of Unit [-], "You have to throw out the trash yourself even if you have real estate?"

Chen Linhu was holding garbage bags in both hands, but he looked like he was carrying a body bag: "Every crane has to ride a battery car, so I just throw out the garbage."

Zhang Xun laughed, and the way Chen Linhu answered him seriously made him feel like he was bullying an honest child.

"Last night..." Zhang Xun stopped after saying four words, and looked behind Chen Linhu.

The woman in high heels came out of the second unit, her face with exquisite makeup was tense. When she walked to the door, she glanced at Chen Linhu, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then turned to look at Zhang Xun: "Xiao Zhang, it's so early go to work?"

"An employee was sick and asked me to take over the shift," Zhang Xun replied with a smile, "Aunt Ding, where is Yu Le?"

The woman looked back at the cave, and a boy with a painting bag on his back and his head hanging down came out from inside. His eyes behind the thick glasses were swollen like two walnuts. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and smiled faintly at Zhang Xun: "Teacher Zhang!" .”

After a pause, he looked at Chen Linhu again, muttered a few times and then lowered his head again.

Chen Linhu recognized that this was the boy who was looking out from the crack of the door of Donghu on the second floor last night.

"Chen Linhu, the grandson of Uncle Chen's family," Zhang Xun acted as an introducer, as if he didn't see the boy's embarrassing expression and swollen eyes, "These two are Aunt Ding and her son Ding Yule who live opposite me. "

Using this pretext, Ding Bifang nodded to Chen Linhu for the second time: "We are all neighbors, so go and sit at home when you have time."

The attitude is ordinary, as if the late night farce last night never happened.

Seeing Chen Linhu's "hmm", Ding Bifang took another step, stepping on high heels as he walked and said goodbye: "I'm leaving first. Yu Le, if you don't hurry up, you will be late again!"

Ding Yule walked two steps with his head down, and said in a small voice when passing by Chen Linhu: "Thank you. I interrupted you yesterday."

Before Chen Linhu could answer, he walked up to Zhang Xun and said in a low voice, "Teacher Zhang is troublesome."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun took out a candy from his trouser pocket and threw it to him: "Stop your stomach. If you run faster, you can catch up with breakfast."

Ding Yule held the candy in his hand and ran away, the big painting bag was hanging on his thin shoulders and rattled.

The haze of the night has no traces on the faces of adults, only the red and swollen eyes of children can find flaws.

Chen Linhu remembered Zhang Xun's interrupted topic at the beginning of "last night", thinking that the other party wanted to discuss last night's farce, but he was not interested in extending this topic, and was about to leave with a garbage bag, paused , and turned back.

"Did you read the WeChat I sent?" Chen Linhu couldn't help but coughed, "Can I rub?"

Zhang Xun almost immediately remembered the movement of the orange cat rubbing against his hand.

It's not the same as the cold and hard tone that Zhang Xun imagined, it may be because Chen Linhu's messy sleeping hair looks like it's blown out, which cuts his temperament of the big brother by two-thirds, leaving only the hard tone It can also save the initial memory he left for others.

Zhang Xun pressed the words "Isn't that good" back into his stomach, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case to cover up the corners of his mouth that were raised too high: "I wanted to say this just now. Look, didn't I reply?" ? Didn't you see it?"

Chen Linhu was stunned for a moment, he hadn't had time to look at his phone since he woke up, when he heard this, he put down a bag of garbage bags and took out his phone to take a look.

Ignoring Zhang Xun’s preface, which seems to be to perfect the crane character, Chen Linhu subconsciously read the second sentence: "Brother Hu likes to cook."

After speaking, I felt that something was not right, so I raised my head to look at Zhang Xun: "...Is this your WIFI?"

Zhang Xun's brain was slow last night and he didn't notice the subtleties. Now that Chen Linhu read it out, he was embarrassed, which was comparable to his net name being read aloud in public when he was in the second year of middle school, and he was also talking to another middle school student in the class. The two classmates made up a couple model.

"Misunderstanding," Zhang Xun tried to explain, "Brother Hu is my cat."

Chen Linhu's scalp was numb, and he recalled his idiom class in elementary school.

The morning sun scorched the two living dead, and it was hard to tell which one was deader.

Chen Linhu had to violate his life principle of "talking less and doing more", and looked for the steps in a strange way: "I saw one before, called 'Brother Hu doesn't take a bath'."

Zhang Xun almost tripped over the steps he handed out.

"Ah," Zhang Xun continued to smile with an adult demeanor, and picked up a raised piece of skin on the handlebar with his fingers, "It's me too."

Chen Linhu felt that Zhang Xun's smile was a sign that it was about to crack, so he had to turn his eyes back to the third item on the screen of his mobile phone. Before he could say a word, Zhang Xun straightened up on the small eDonkey as if he had been electrocuted suddenly. Waist: "Don't read the password, goodbye."

After speaking, he stepped on the pedal, and the small broken car clanged and drove out of Chen Linhu's field of vision.

Chen Linhu looked at the direction where Zhang Xun was going, and then at the password.

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After successfully connecting to the WIFI, after communicating with the client on the manuscript, and after a few feedbacks from the client, Chen Linhu remembered the part that needs to be changed. Is this password hidden?

He kept thinking about lunch, but he didn't understand at all, but Old Chen had already finished the chessboard war with the opposite door, Mr. Liao, and he probably lost terribly, and the tone of chatting with other neighbors downstairs As if his chest exploded: "Why did you just go out, Xiao Feng's daughter-in-law, I told you not to eat spicy food. Look at this mouth, it's swollen as if bitten by a wasp."

Mrs. Xiao Feng lives on the fourth floor, and she speaks with a strong foreign accent: "Oh, Mr. Chen, can you please stop talking? This is lipstick!"

Chen Linhu was drinking water, choking and coughing again and again.Hurry up and open the door before his grandfather offends someone.

Old Chen touched his bald head and stretched out his ears to hear Mrs. Feng's foreign accent. Mrs. Feng looked in her 30s, half-covering her mouth with bright lipstick and talking to old Chen: "If you don't sleep well, you wake up late. By the way, did you sleep well last night? There was so much movement in the corridor, I couldn't sleep."

The topic was obviously about what happened last night, but unfortunately the recipient of the gossip was Old Chen, who simply cut off the conversation: "I, I slept soundly, I didn't dream all night !"

Mrs. Xiao Feng opened her mouth, but she couldn't find anything to say. When she turned her head and saw Chen Linhu, she immediately borrowed the slope to get off the donkey: "Huzi, right? I live in Xihu on the fourth floor. Come and play when I have time." He glanced at Chen Linhu and boasted, "This kid looks really majestic."

Chen Linhu didn't care about her maverick adjective, and nodded coldly. Mrs. Xiao Feng greeted her humming a tune and left.

"Quick, come in," Old Chen slid into the door like a rabbit, "Don't wait for someone to chat with me again, I've been listening to it all morning!"

Chen Linhu closed the door, and heard something wrong from the words of Old Chen: "What have you been listening to all morning?"

"Just what she said just now," Old Chen put the radio and cattail fan on the table, sat down and drank half a glass of water, "Let me tell you, I will sit in front of the barber shop, and a group of people will come Tell me about the commotion on the second floor last night. At least three groups of people passed by in the morning. Guess what, when the fourth group of people came, they just said the first half of the sentence, and I can fucking recite the second half of it. gone."

From what Old Chen meant, he also knew what role Chen Linhu played last night, but he didn't have the energy to talk about it. He just touched his head and asked Chen Linhu to heat up the leftover dishes made by the housekeeper at noon yesterday for lunch.

Chen Linhu didn't like this feeling, just like when he heard all kinds of gossip in the toilet cubicle in high school.

Tired.

He neither likes the person who spreads this information nor does he likes to receive it.

"Hey," old Mr. Chen kicked Chen Linhu while eating, "Are you unhappy? Looking at your face, you are almost able to ward off evil spirits."

Chen Linhu raised his eyelids: "No."

"You don't like to hear people talk badly," old Chen said sharply, "This family courtyard is so big, if you choke on eating in the room, everyone will ask you if you are out of breath the next day, just get used to it." , are not bad people."

Chen Linhu saw that old Chen was not surprised, and couldn't help saying: "You are not like that."

Neither curious nor inquiring, Old Chen is very principled.

"I'm too lazy to talk," Old Chen said disapprovingly, "There is nothing wrong with anyone in this courtyard. Today we are talking about Xiao Ding and her ex-husband, and tomorrow it will be Zhang's sister-in-law and his daughter-in-law... In the old courtyard There has never been anything new, but after living for a long time, it is the shredded mustard greens and dried radishes in other people's mouths, a dish of food for dinner, everyone is miserable and no one is bad, you have to get used to it if you are not used to it."

Chen Linhu was amused by the rhyme of the last sentence of Old Chen Tou, but when he thought of "shredded mustard greens" and "dried radish", he felt that it was not so funny.

"I can't get used to it, annoying is annoying," Chen Linhu lowered his head to eat, "I don't have your mentality."

Old Chen put down his chopsticks, grabbed his grandson's tiger head and pawed him.

"Stubbornness," Old Chen sighed, "When I stumbled, I said that I was lying on the ground and chewing mud on my own initiative."

Chen Linhu was noncommittal to Old Chen Tou's sigh, and took away the last piece of braised meatballs. Old Chen Tou stopped sighing immediately and began to scold Chen Linhu for taking love with his chopsticks.

"You go to paint, go play games, go and go," Old Chen said, "Stop loitering in front of my eyes, and I won't bother others when I see you, you bastard."

Because of his unlucky name, his family has been scolding him since he was a child, and he has to get involved with the beast.

Inexplicably, Chen Linhu thought of Zhang Xun's two WIFI names that alluded to sand, and the password that he hadn't figured out what it meant.

That string of seemingly simple but mysterious letters was just like Zhang Xun, giving Chen Linhu a strange sense of a deceitful core hidden under his gentle appearance.

Chen Linhu didn't expect that he would soon reveal the answer to the password.

The author has something to say:

Brother Hu has no dignity.