muddy boy

In the middle of the night, he yelled "Get out" and successfully turned on the light in Old Chentou's bedroom.

Old Chen could hear the roar even behind his ears, and ran over with his slippers on, "What's the matter! What's it called? Did you sprain your neck while sleeping?"

The light in Chen Linhu's bedroom was turned on by old Chen, and he saw that the father and son in the room had different expressions. Chen Xingye sat on the bed and stared at Chen Linhu with eyes like donkey eggs.

"Why are you doing it?" Old Chen asked, "What are you doing at night?"

"Toss and roll," Chen Linhu said with a cold expression, "Can you get out of your room?"

It was rare for Old Chen to make his grandson choke. In the past, every time Chen Linhu quarreled with Chen Xingye, Chen Linhu had to talk back, not to mention that he was against his father, but today he was very calm, as if secretly I grew up quite a bit.

"Can you do it?" Old Chen waved his hand, telling him to roll over quickly, "The bed is set up, don't wake me up again in the middle of the night when it collapses."

The camp bed was dismantled quickly, and Chen Linhu carried it away without saying hello to Chen Xingye.

Old Chen looked at him, then turned to look at Chen Xingye: "What's going on?"

Chen Xingye's eyes were still staring, his nostrils were panting heavily, his chest heaved like a blower, his cheeks were bitten, but he managed to squeeze out two words between his teeth: "It's okay!"

"Then you're as angry as a donkey."

Chen Xingye sat on the bed, clenched his hands into fists, and scolded himself: "It's just a stubborn thing with a bone growing in the back of the head, I really want to slap—"

"Who are you with me?!" Old Chen first slapped Chen Xingye on the back, "Who is I?!"

Ever since he was a child, Chen Xingye had never had the upper hand in quarrels, especially in front of old Chen.After being slapped by his father, Chen Xingye barely suppressed his rushing temper, closed his mouth with a complicated expression, and lay down.

He didn't tell old Mr. Chen the conversation he had with Chen Linhu just now. On the one hand, he didn't really say anything, and on the other hand, Chen Xingye was afraid that there was something.

Old Mr. Chen was most annoyed by his incomprehensible appearance, and he didn't bother to ask him, so he slammed the door and walked away, leaving Chen Xingye alone on the bed, thinking wildly.

When he returned to the master bedroom, Chen Linhu had already set up the bed and lay down, with his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.Old Chen turned off the light, took advantage of the light from the window and walked over to touch his face.

"Why do you have to compete with him?" Old Chen said in a low voice, thinking he was hard of hearing, but his voice was actually quite loud. "You have known your father for almost 19 years. You don't want to fight with dogs in the middle of the night. I know?"

The hand that touched the face was a little rough and dry, exuding a hot scent, which was the scent of cream that old Chen Tou put on every day when he was smug.

Chen Linhu liked this old smell when he was a child, and now he smelled it again, the dog with a hard head just now lost all cowardice, and he moved on the camp bed after his master closed the door of the master bedroom: "No Noisy, I mean he doesn't like to hear it."

"He doesn't like to hear anything," the old man said. "Have you developed any new words to stimulate him?"

The only person in the family with a sense of humor, Chen Linhu couldn't help grinning, and quickly pressed the corners of his mouth down: "I said I won't get married."

Old Chen paused, but said nothing.

"Is it okay if I don't get married?" Chen Linhu said again, his tone was not as arrogant as when he was talking to Chen Xingye, but completely weakened.

In the dim light of the room, old Chen went to the bedside and sat down: "I'm just talking about this when I'm a little older, maybe in a few years, I'm going to talk about ending it again."

Unlike Chen Xingye, old Chen didn't have the background of his senior year in high school, and felt that Chen Linhu was probably thinking of something whimsical, but he didn't blow the pot like Chen Xingye did.

But even if he knew, Chen Linhu felt that his master probably wouldn't jump up and beat him with the sole of his shoe.

"I don't want to tie it up," Chen Linhu mustered up his courage, "I won't tie it up."

Old Chen leaned his head halfway on the bed screen, and was silent for about four to five minutes. Chen Linhu's fists tightened more and more.

To Chen Xingye, he could fight to the end without knowing his relatives, but to old Chen, he really didn't know what to do.

Those previous behaviors of relying on fists to solve problems have gradually become the worst policy as they grow older, and they are not even considered "policy" in front of grandpa.

After a while, Old Chen sighed.

"If you're happy, if you don't regret it, what can I say if you're determined to eat the weight?" Old Chen turned on his phone to check the time. The voice from the head didn't stop, "I just watch the news and watch videos when I have nothing to do. Now young people think differently. There are so many DINKs and bachelors and I don't see what happened to them. I think you are not far behind."

Chen Linhu's nerves relaxed for a moment, followed by indescribable guilt.

The more people feel sorry for him, the more he will give in, because he can't bear to see him struggle.Chen Linhu knew that he was widening the bottom line of old Chen Tou, because this bottom line was always vainly loose for him, and even when he pried it up, Old Chen Tou was afraid that he would be tired.

"Do you still see if there are any of these?" Chen Linhu teased, enduring the soreness in his throat.

"That's it," old Chen said, "Live and learn, you have to keep up with the tide of the times, otherwise you'll be annoying like your father. Hey, he'd better change his mind too, I'm almost ashamed The one who buried his nostrils, I hope that you and your father will not fight in front of my grave when I die, otherwise if I want to have a soul, I will have to ask Tianlei to chop you two into bastards."

Chen Linhu heard him go further and further away, and couldn't help interrupting: "You are still young, what are you talking about?"

"What a pig fart. If you live to my age, you will figure it out. After all, your whole life is just a matter of closing your eyes and kicking your legs. Why don't you talk about it?" Old Chen felt that his grandson's taboo was very feudal and superstitious.

"Unhappy." Chen Linhu seldom turned against him, and his voice was quite unpleasant.

Old Chen laughed a few times, and didn't continue to talk nonsense with him. He lay down baldly, resting his head with one hand and patting his belly with the other, and exhaled: "Huzi, you have been good since you were a child. , I didn’t see much happiness. If you can find a way to live happily and happily, you can go. I, your parents, no one can accompany you to the end, you have to leave first, and you will find out when you are alive You are the only one left, as long as you are not afraid, then you can go."

The courtyard of the old family at night is quiet and silent, covered with the dust of the years like the old Chen Tou, standing thickly but tenaciously in the long night, shining with foggy light, Chen Linhu's home exists like a lighthouse.

I don't know if Chen Xingye, who was separated by two doors, heard it, but no one said anything.

The heat in the eye sockets was suppressed for a long time, and Chen Linhu bit his tongue with his canine teeth, the pain in his mouth could not conceal the stuffy and astringent swelling in his chest.

Old Mr. Chen's snoring sounded, and Chen Linhu tiptoed out of the bedroom, opened the door of the small courtyard and stood outside the house, and only then did he catch the breath in his chest.

The sky outside the house is dotted with stars, the green plants on the balcony on the second floor are growing lushly, and the pomegranate tree in the courtyard next door is ready to bear fruit.

He especially misses Zhang Xun.

Chen Linhu sat on a chair in the small courtyard, under the starry sky framed by the brick wall, and sent harassing messages to Teacher Zhang in the middle of the night.

Because of what happened some time ago, Duan Qiao was repaired by Ning Xiaomeng both softly and hard. She has withstood the baptism of love from the inside to the outside, glowing with vitality, and decided to change her face and start a new life.

The first thing to do as a newcomer is to invite Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu, who are almost retching from the smell of their own alcohol, to a nearby scenic spot for tourism and consumption.

Because Chen Linhu wanted to accompany his father to the cemetery, only Zhang Xun was invited to crowd the crowd during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.

If you think about it with your toes, you know that the Chen family's father and son just got along with each other calmly. Before Zhang Xun left, he repeatedly asked Chen Linhu to talk less and try not to intensify internal conflicts. That grandma with great powers would curse people in her dreams at night.

When Chen Linhu was in a good mood, he was so obedient, he nodded and agreed very well. Before Zhang Xun could say a few more words, he was pressed and came to life counseling again. When he left, there were a few more teeth marks on his chest, and he almost ran away. Duan Qiao drove the car.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xun felt that he couldn't hold back his old face. His hand shaking the fishing rod trembled, and he almost missed Duan Qiao's head.

"Be careful!" Duan Qiao shrank her neck in fright, "He is still restless when he comes out to play, and Chen Linhu is not nine years old. Are you afraid that he will touch the electric switch at home or that he will turn on the gas stove?"

There is a lot of vegetation in the night fishing place, and Zhang Xun was bitten by a mosquito on the calf in a short while, and said impatiently: "You don't know, his father is a bit like that, and the two of us can't get along. Wrong word."

There is nothing to do around Baoxiang. Duan Qiao, Ning Xiaomeng, and Laoxiang, the owner of the skewer shop, drove Zhang Xun to experience night fishing. I didn’t expect that the whole car was full of laymen. Just two hairy fish, it would be too thin to make a soup with more water.

Now Ning Xiaomeng is going to buy food, Lao Xiangyu will have to change places after a while, which is called changing Fengshui, only Zhang Xun and Duan Qiao are still working here.

"His father will arrive today, right?" Duan Qiao put bait on the hook, turned to look at Zhang Xun, and said in a low voice, "You two really..."

"Well," Zhang Xun stared at the dotted lights in the distance. There are fishing people nearby, and replied in a low voice, "My boyfriend."

After speaking, he couldn't help laughing, and Duan Qiao's foot was immediately trampled on.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao!" Duan Qiao said, "When did it happen?"

Zhang Xun grinned and moved his foot away: "After the new year, when he just started school...you can try to step on it again!"

"It's been so fucking long, you don't even fart! When you two went to my place before, I thought I was hallucinating from drinking too much," Duan Qiao hated Zhang Xun's secrecy, " It’s only released now, it’s too hurtful, what I smell is exhaust, right?!”

Zhang Xun made him feel disgusted by this metaphor: "Is this something you can shout about? You know it."

"It's okay, then I'll be your mother's family," Duan Qiao said without shame, throwing the fishhook out, "Does his family know?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Xun's face faded.

Until Zhang Xun went out, Chen Linhu didn't mention the matter with old Chen Tou and Lin Hongyu to him, as if he really didn't intend to.

It's not that Zhang Xun doesn't understand. After all, this is Chen Linhu's family. Chen Linhu wants to carry it by himself, just like the list he made, and Zhang Xun is not allowed to spend more energy on this aspect.

But it’s different after all when they meet each other. The mood changes and pressure will be greater than imagined. Lin Hongyu and Chen Xingye are fine. To be honest, there is nothing wrong with the parents, but what they do and what they say always seem to be A high wall was erected in front of Chen Linhu, and the distance gradually became farther away. Chen Linhu probably didn't intend to talk too much to the two of them.

The difficulty lies with Old Chen.

That day, just standing on the balcony and hearing Chen Linhu's temptation and tone, Zhang Xun could feel the uneasiness in his heart, and he felt distressed when he heard it.

Zhang Xun had been waiting for Chen Linhu to tell him about this for the past few days, but the other party didn't mention it at all.Zhang Xun felt this feeling of being protected and properly placed for the first time, and his heart was hot when he thought of it, but there was a faint anxiety under the heat.

Seeing that Zhang Xun didn't speak, Duan Qiao understood, sighed and patted Zhang Xun's leg: "It's okay Zhang, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge."

"Do you think it's straight?" Zhang Xun's voice was emotionless, "If I were his father, he would be light enough to whip the soles of his shoes."

"Why are you like this?" Duan Qiao was displeased, "It's fine to be someone else's boyfriend, but you still want to be a master!"

Zhang Xun kicked him with a smile.

"I've figured it out during this period of time. Whoever handles the family's affairs will be dealt with, and you won't be able to help you if you get angry." Duan Qiao felt a little empathetic. He was taught a lesson by his partner's ear twisting. After a slight change, I immediately began to educate myself, "With Hu Zi's temper, the biggest thing you can do is to support him, treat him well, and then improve yourself, that's the most real thing. "

Zhang Xun didn't say a word. The problems he and Duan Qiao faced were somewhat different, but there were really not many solutions that he could think of.

"Besides," Duan Qiao turned her head to look at him, "You are not a fuel-efficient lamp here. Hey, do you think what Zhang Cheng said is true? He really didn't tell your father your address?"

Before he came out to play, Zhang Xun released Zhang Cheng's phone number from the blacklist. After asking, he found out that Zhang Cheng was not in his hometown recently, and he was on a business trip in a city near Baoxiang this month.

Zhang Cheng didn't expect that his father would call Zhang Xun, so he took a bus to meet Zhang Xun in a hurry.

Duan Qiao knew about this, and decided that their old Zhang family didn't have a good bird, and wanted to bully him, so he followed Zhang Xun in a murderous spirit, not knowing that Chen Linhu almost beat Zhang Cheng up. Stop this.

Zhang Cheng came back without success, but because of Zhang Xun's words, he had mixed feelings in his heart. For the first time in his life, he lied to his father, saying that the address was wrong and he didn't find anyone.

As for where the phone calls came from, Zhang Cheng said that he probably copied the note at home and forgot to tear it up, so his father just called Zhang Xun one by one.

This paranoia alone sent chills down Duan Qiao's back. This old family's desire for control is too strong, and he has to hold both sons in his palms to count.It doesn't matter if you love it or not.

"Probably so," Zhang Xun recalled Zhang Cheng's expression, "My dad would have killed me long ago. This month, because Zhang Cheng was not around, he couldn't find anyone who could harass me for him, so he couldn't help it. Go into battle yourself."

Duan Qiao shuddered: "Your father is much more powerful than my dead ghost father. My father drinks and beats people the most. Your father wants people to suffer!"

"I'm pretty good, at least I'm out," Zhang Xun smiled, "Zhang Cheng still has to suffer."

When he met Zhang Cheng this time, Zhang Xun knew that his brother was getting married, but seeing his brother's face was not very happy, he knew that his father was probably not very satisfied with Zhang Cheng's partner again.

Several people Zhang Cheng talked about in the past have been so messed up, and I don't know if it will work this time.

Just because of these words, Duan Qiao felt a little more pity in his boredom towards Zhang Cheng—it is pitiful for anyone to have such a father.

"Did you tell Huzi about your family affairs?" Duan Qiao moved his buttocks on the ponytail, "After all, we will have to stay together for a long time, right?"

Zhang Xun's facial features were relieved in the night, and a smile appeared in his eyes again: "If it is possible, it must be for a lifetime."

"Oh," Duan Qiao clutched his sore teeth, "Are you all Chinese teachers like this?"

After speaking, I was also happy, and I didn't stop being whipped by Zhang Xun.Duan Qiao is really happy, he is such a dawdle that he has started to think about it for the rest of his life.

"He basically knows about it," Zhang Xun continued, "but I haven't told him about the past two days. Take it easy, he's been annoying enough for the past two days."

Duan Qiao smacked her lips: "I'm not talking about you, Zhang, you are the kind of person who takes care of things. You tell him that he still thinks that you trust him. Children of this age are like this-hey, what do you mean?" Do old cows eat young grass?"

Zhang Xun immediately became angry and rolled up his sleeves to beat him.

If he doesn't do anything, he will grow old. He is young and strong, and his teeth marks are all over his body after being chewed by that tiger. Is he old? !

"What tender grass?" Ning Xiaomeng came back with a bag of snacks and drinks, and saved the life of the subject's puppy from Zhang Xun's iron fist.

Duan Qiao didn't tell Ning Xiaomeng about Zhang Xun, it's not that he didn't believe her, but his sexuality was too private, Zhang Xun didn't speak up by himself, even if he was his girlfriend.

Quickly interrupted: "You are so hungry that you are going to eat grass, you will come back!"

"You just can't keep your mouth shut," Ning Xiaomeng began to take out food from the plastic bag, throwing Zhang Xun a bottle of Coke, "You've come back to your soul, you've been absent-minded all day, come, drink a bottle of happiness water."

Zhang Xun caught it with a smile, and was about to speak when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He and Chen Linhu were both very busy today, and didn't send many messages. Zhang Xun thought that Chen Linhu had already fallen asleep at this time, and when he saw the message he sent, he was stunned before clicking on it.

The message is very short and very thought-provoking, just a few words: [You can walk with me to the end. ]

Zhang Xun didn't know what this meant, and the corners of his mouth were already raised.

"Sit on my seat and fish, I just caught these two fluffy fish," Zhang Xun said to Ning Xiaomeng, and stood up with his mobile phone and walked to the distance, "I'll make a call."

Ning Xiaomeng was puzzled: "Who are you calling in the middle of the night?"

"You don't care," Duan Qiao pulled up a chair, "Hurry up, I haven't seen you for a while, why am I so restless?"

"That's it," Ning Xiaomeng smiled, "I have your wallet here."

After walking about 100 meters, Zhang Xun found a place where no one was around. Knowing that Chen Linhu was in a daze in the small courtyard at the moment, he called directly.

There was almost an instant answer: "Why didn't you sleep?"

The voice was a little low, and the ending was a little sandy, scratching Zhang Xun's heart.

"Night fishing," Zhang Xun said with a smile, "it's boring, I'll bring you next time."

Chen Linhu said: "If you're not interested, why don't you take me there?"

"It's interesting when you come," Zhang Xun stretched, and whispered into the phone, "It's interesting wherever you go."

Chen Linhu was almost dizzy by Zhang Xun's words in the middle of the night. Normally, he dared to say anything like a rampant bumper car, but when Zhang Xun showed his skills, he was the one who couldn't stand being teased.

"How is it? Have you had a fight with your dad?" Zhang Xun started to ask what he wanted to say after he finished talking.

Chen Linhu held up the phone, buttoned the thread on his clothes with one hand, and said, "No, let's talk a little bit."

"You two are bickering, hey," Zhang Xun sighed, paused, and then said, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Zhang Xun always asked this sentence these days, but Chen Linhu answered it all, most of which were generous love words, without mentioning anything else.

"I miss you." Chen Linhu whispered.

Zhang Xun's heart seemed soft, he could see it, Chen Linhu didn't intend to talk about it, so he just carried it by himself, and didn't tell him whether he was uncomfortable or not.

"Huzi, let me tell you something, don't jump and don't yell," Zhang Xun found a chair and sat down before speaking, "I met Zhang Cheng a couple of days ago."

Over there, Chen Linhu was stunned for a moment, and immediately exploded after reacting: "Why didn't you tell me? You went by yourself?"

"Follow Xiaopang. Don't blow it up," Zhang Xun knew he was going to blow it up, and immediately said, "After your mother came that day, you didn't tell me what you said to Uncle Chen, did I blow it up?"

Chen Linhu's thumping limbs immediately calmed down as if Zhang Xun had pinched the skin on the back of his neck.

He himself felt that there was nothing to be guilty of, but when Zhang Xun asked this, Chen Linhu still felt a little unreasonable, and after a while he whispered: "Actually, I didn't say anything."

"I was on the balcony when the two of you were talking in the small courtyard," Zhang Xun lit a cigarette and couldn't see Chen Linhu's face. I couldn't help but continued, "Did you say that the transmission line is connected to the head? Turn your face and forget it."

Chen Linhu lost the truth this time, couldn't sit still in the chair, so he simply stood up and paced in the small courtyard, trying to argue: "I'll tell you soon."

"I didn't ask you to explain anything to me," Zhang Xun heard Chen Linhu's tone, and he could imagine the look of his head drooping at the moment, and his voice subconsciously softened, "I just want to talk to you when you are uncomfortable." Let me tell you, at least I was able to hug you and kiss you back then, not to let you think about it yourself, to get into the horns of your own horn, and you love to compete. I have told you so many times. So I won’t tell you about going to see Zhang Cheng. This time you You know what it feels like."

Chen Linhu's mood was like a ladle lying in a water tank, he couldn't press it down, he almost lost his hearing in the second half, only thinking about the meaning of the first half.

It was completely different from his attitude of insisting on Zhang Xun's confession, what Zhang Xun said and did made him unable to help liking him more.

"Well," Chen Linhu admitted honestly, paused, and then said, "You didn't say anything, so it's even."

Zhang Xun laughed angrily: "You're putting chips here with me, right?"

"No." Chen Linhu pouted.

"Okay," Zhang Xun let out a mouthful of smoke, "Then let me ask you again, do you have anything to tell me?"

Chen Linhu was taken away for a while, he lost his temper a long time ago, and knew what Zhang Xun meant, so he was silent for a while and said, "I told my father that I won't get married."

Zhang Xun didn't fall up in one breath.

Chen Linhu said again: "I also told my grandfather."

Zhang Xun sat on the chair with his mouth open, the cigarette burned to the bottom, and he recovered after a while, jumping up like a grasshopper: "Ah?! Chen Linhu, what the hell are you talking about?!"

"Say I won't get married," Chen Linhu split his arms when he heard the gentle voice on the other side, and suddenly wanted to laugh, he jumped on the spot twice, "I told them I won't get married, take it easy Zhang Xun , I will tell them that I will follow you to the end."

Zhang Xun's throat suddenly blocked a large cloud of smoke, lingering and smoking his internal organs and brain, making him know that things should not be done, but he still couldn't help breathing like a bastard Eye sockets are red.

"Wait for me!" Zhang Xun choked out a sentence, and quickly said, "Don't cause trouble for me again!"

"Don't cause trouble." Chen Linhu didn't hear the trembling in his voice, and said foolishly, "When are you coming back?"

Early the next morning, without waiting for Duan Qiao and the others, Zhang Xun took the first bus back to the city by himself.

It was already noon when Chen Linhu saw off the livid-faced Chen Xingye, and Zhang Xun opened the door of his house when he was painting the figures on the second floor.

Chen Linhu came out with Sha Mao to pick him up. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Xun, who was full of murderous looks, turned his back and pressed against the wall. Before he could react, Zhang Xun slapped him on the ass.

"..." Chen Linhu was completely stunned. It didn't hurt much, but he was stunned. He turned around quickly like a tiger whose butt was touched, and looked at Zhang Xun in disbelief, "Fuck!"

"You are so courageous!" Zhang Xun pushed him back again, his voice was louder than his, "Do you know how old your father is?! No matter how good your temper is, you can't help being so angry. - Can't he stand it, huh??"

Chen Linhu suddenly remembered the face of old Chen when he turned on his phone yesterday, the cold light hit the old man's old face, and thought of his tone when he said that his nostrils were buried, he suddenly became speechless.

The cat next to me had been excitedly running to rub it, but now it ran away with its tail between its legs.

Zhang Xun ran fast and anxiously all the way, angry in his heart, but more afraid.What Chen Linhu said on the phone was not very clear, Zhang Xun only knew the general content, and wished to flash here to ask what was going on.

When he really saw Chen Linhu, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.After pumping the child's buttocks, he pressed his head again and kissed him against the wall.

Chen Linhu's breathing became disordered, and the shock just now turned into a grievance. He scratched Zhang Xun's back several times, but the tip of his tongue entangled him.

"I really want to strangle you..." Zhang Xun's voice was hoarse and low, helpless and angry, and he touched Chen Linhu's forehead, "Do you feel bad, Hu Zi, don't you feel bad, thinking of the old man who loves you the most It's not good."

Chen Linhu put his arms around Zhang Xun's waist, closed his eyes and nodded, "Yeah" and said: "He said that I am the only one left alive, and he is worried that I will be alone. I have to explain it to him if I have a chance. With you."