muddy boy

Old Chen's love for checkers can compete with the love of Internet games for teenagers with Internet addiction. Basically, after breakfast, he took a ponytail and a pot of cool white and drove out, turned out of the path of Building No. [-], and went straight to the barber shop.

Usually at this time, the old man Liao at the opposite door has already set up the chessboard, and sits there with half-closed eyes waiting for old man Chen to enter the arena.

The two parties sat down, and Old Chen first unilaterally uttered a few times. Uncle Liao couldn't speak clearly because of the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, so he had to keep silent. the contempt of the head.

Before nine o'clock, elderly spectators from all walks of life who had gone for morning exercises and crowded the morning market also entered the arena one after another, and the war on the small glass ball broke out.They kept fighting until the office workers got off work and the students were out of school, and then they went home amidst greetings from all parties and the smell of lunch, and the battle resumed at three o'clock in the afternoon.

In this kind of war where health preservation and passion coexist, although Chen Linhu, who was called to deliver water and paper, could not join the battle, he quickly recognized most of the neighbors in the building where he lived.

In addition to Uncle Liao and his son who lived across the door, Ding Bifang's family of four from Xihu on the second floor, and Xiao Feng and his wife who lived in Xihu on the fourth floor, the fluorescent old lady I met when I first came also lived in the same building. Donghu.

The remaining two households are vacant houses. The owners moved to the new urban area a few years ago, leaving only two old houses.

The remaining tenant is Zhang Xun, the tenant upstairs.

Unlike other neighbors who live from [-] to [-], Chen Linhu has basically never seen Zhang Xun's shadow a few times. Occasionally, he saw him walking quickly on a small electric donkey, with a sleepy look on his face. Feeling drowsy, sometimes I have a cigarette in my mouth and don't light it, as if I want to quit or not.

On the contrary, in the middle of the night, the sound from the other side of the ceiling can often be heard, which symbolizes that the person is indeed still alive.

Sometimes Chen Linhu finished painting and practiced very late, and there was still the sound of moving chairs upstairs, which was not annoying, but the night in the old courtyard was too quiet, it seemed that only he and Zhang Xun were still awake.

Can't see him during the day, don't sleep at night, yawns every day, with a cigarette in his mouth.

If old Chen hadn't said that he was a "serious person", Chen Linhu really suspected that the person upstairs was a local ruffian who didn't do good things.

Less than ten days before he left for school, Chen Linhu lived a life of idleness. He had to prepare all the luggage to take to school but did not buy it. Apart from painting practice and playing games every day, the only thing he focused on was going to bed early.

Because old Chen was too old to turn on the air conditioner, the two old air conditioners in the house had not been repaired, and after turning them on, the wind blowing was a little stronger than that of an electric fan.Chen Linhu was lying on the bed, feeling like a meat skewer on the grill, and there was a blower beside him increasing the firepower.

He turned over on the bed to cook it more evenly.I don't know what I'm doing upstairs today, and there are a few soft sounds of metal hitting the floor from time to time.

This little movement was accompanied by the sound of insects outside the window, making Chen Linhu's consciousness confused.

I don't know how long he was in a daze, but Chen Linhu jumped up from the bed like a thunderclap.

The cursing and quarreling in the corridor could be heard through the door. The man's obscenity and the woman's sharp retorts were mixed together, and it was hard to hear what was being said.

This movement shocked old Chen, and shouted at Chen Linhu who had already got up: "What's wrong? What's the matter? The boss made a noise just now!"

Having had the experience of being awakened in the middle of the night for the first time, and the second time he encountered this situation, Chen Linhu no longer had the previous surprise, replaced by the anger that was directly ignited with a "bass".

"It's okay, go to sleep." Chen Linhu helped him close the bedroom door, "Someone got drunk."

Old Chen was in a daze, and muttered, "It's really useless. When I was young, I could still do somersaults when I was too drunk." Then he fell into the pillow again, and the snoring sounded immediately.

Chen Linhu put on his shoes, plucked two handfuls of hair, opened the door and went straight to the second floor.

Ding Bifang's sharp voice echoed in the corridor: "Jiang Xiangdong, who are you talking about messing around? Who are you talking about messing around?"

"It's you!" The man wanted to make the whole family scream, "You! Ding Bifang, mess around, abduct my son, take my money—"

"You've lost all the money, do you still want money?" Ding Bifang went crazy with anger, "Get lost! I haven't asked you to steal the money from me to find Miss!"

Chen Linhu didn't have time to sort out the chaotic family dispute, he rushed upstairs, and saw three people on the second floor huddled together on the corner platform.

Ding Bifang seemed to have just come off the night shift, holding a computer bag in his hand, and smashed his ex-husband open with a wave.

It may be that he was hit by Zhang Xun last time. Jiang Xiangdong didn't go alone this time. He also brought a brother who was flushed with drinking like him. Squeezed at the door of the house, he said inarticulately: "Sister-in-law, I didn't say that you have Dongge's share of your money..."

"Sister-in-law, I left early! How many debts did I pay for him a few years ago, and he came to ask me for money after leaving," Ding Bifang waved Jiang Xiangdong's hand away, and stood in front of the security door. Ding Yule came from behind him through the door. Ding Bifang turned around and slapped the door hard, "Don't cry! Don't come out!"

Jiang Xiangdong was exposed, and Ding Bifang slapped his chin with a wave of his hand. After drinking, he became angry and raised his hand to shave Ding Bifang's face after cursing.

As soon as he raised his hand, he felt someone pat on his shoulder. He turned around and only had time to see Chen Linhu's face behind him. Before he could speak, he was punched hard on the bridge of the nose.

Chen Linhu's punch was soundless and did not require a summary of the previous story, nor an interlude to explain it.

His life rule of "talking less and doing more" is always to seize the opportunity in the fight and follow it to the end.

The onlookers who stretched their heads and brains to look at the second floor didn't even hear Chen Linhu's half a word since he opened the door. What he heard was only Jiang Xiangdong's howl and the muffled sound of his fists hitting his flesh.

Ding Bifang and Shirtless were stunned for a while before recovering from Jiang Xiangdong's nosebleeds and wailing.

Shirtless turned from shock to fury, clutching his cell phone and pounced on Chen Linhu, intending to hit him on the head.

Chen Linhu raised his hand to block it, but he heard the door open.

Immediately afterwards, a hand stretched out from behind the shirtless shirt with a brick-like object, and patted his temple neatly.

After the heavyweight muffled sound of "snap", his shirtless arms were crooked, he covered his head and held on to the handrail of the stairs and stopped moving, panting heavily dizzy, revealing Zhang Xun standing behind him.

"It's endless, isn't it?" Zhang Xun wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, which couldn't cover the bloodshot eyes caused by staying up all night, and said slowly while holding the murder weapon in his hand, "If you continue to make trouble, I will persuade you to fight."

Chen Linhu let go of Jiang Xiangdong's collar, his excited nerves subsided slightly, and he had time to glance at the "slab brick" in his hand.

"Modern Chinese Dictionary", hard-shelled.

There is nothing wrong with knowledge being power.

Just as he didn't expect the taciturn college student Chen Linhu to beat him until his nose bleeds, the other people in the corridor also didn't expect the gentle teacher Zhang to slap black bricks.

Everything happened so fast, just a few minutes from Chen Linhu rushing up to the second floor, before everyone realized what was going on, Mrs. Xiao Feng screamed: "Oh, that man is here again! Hit Sister Ding! Daqiang, Daqiang, go quickly, hurry up!"

After a few thumps, a tall, burly man ran down from the fourth floor with a broom and flip-flops on. He swept sleepily over Jiang Xiangdong, who was holding his nose and scolding, and tapped his nose with the broom stick. : "You're the only one who bullies women? You scared my daughter-in-law yesterday when I wasn't around, right?"

"That's him!" Mrs. Feng stood upstairs and pointed out, "He still scolded Xiao Zhang and Uncle Chen's grandson! How bad, they are all children!"

The people who came to watch the excitement hadn’t even seen the warm-up show, and the alcohol flowed out along the nosebleed. Jiang Xiangdong and his top-heavy brother, who were mostly young, were driven out of the building from the second floor by Mr. Feng on the fourth floor with a broom , roaring so loudly that it overshadowed Jiang Xiangdong's cursing.

Chen Linhu was a little confused by the rapidly cooling plot. After the rush of adrenaline calmed down, there was a faint pain in his hand, and the scar that had been scratched before was cracked again, opening a gap.

Compared with him, Zhang Xun, the perpetrator, was unscathed, only some mimeograph residues from his shirtless face remained on the hard shell of the "Modern Chinese Dictionary".

A trace of disgust flashed across Zhang Xun's face, he shook the place where he didn't have close contact with outsiders, and then turned his head to look at Chen Linhu: "Are you all right?"

Chen Linhu shook his head and said no problem.

"Next time before Mang goes up, I'll find someone who can take advantage of me," Zhang Xun said, "It's late at night, if you don't kill yourself with one blow, you'll have to wait overnight."

Chen Linhu always thought that his actions without saying hello belonged to the scope of immorality. He didn't expect that there was someone like Zhang Xun who was more shameless. He was silent for a few seconds: "There are no books at home."

Zhang Xun's metal-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look more bookish, but what he did was quite degrading. He sighed: "Is there a cutting board? What a good thing, it can't beat you It can also be used as a shield."

In the eyes of Chen Linhu, the dim light in the corridor coupled with Teacher Zhang's earnest teachings seemed to be the scene when the dog-headed military master came up with crooked ideas.

Chen Linhu has been fighting for more than ten years. This is the first time he has received theoretical education in this area. He feels that he lacks experience and still needs to work hard.

After Jiang Xiangdong and the others cleared the corridor, Mrs. Feng walked downstairs in bright yellow pajamas and sandals: "Sister Ding, how are you? Do you want to help?"

"The nosebleeds came out from that guy's beating, good guy, take it easy, you bastard, be careful of being blackmailed," Mr. Xiao Feng also came back with a broom, and went upstairs, "Sister Ding, what about those two?" I was chased away, bastard, if there is anything wrong, go up to the fourth floor to say hello."

Ding Bifang's face was completely drained of blood, her makeup seemed to have faded into a pale wall, her lipstick was bitten mottled, and she tried her best to suppress the trembling in her voice: "It's okay, nothing is wrong, you guys rest, I'm causing you trouble. After a pause, he straightened his chest and looked at Chen Linhu again, "Don't worry, I'll take care of his accident, it's none of your business."

After saying that, he opened the door as if fleeing, and got into the door hastily.

Only a few people standing in the corridor on the second floor were left looking at each other.

Mr. Xiao Feng smiled awkwardly at Zhang Xun and Chen Linhu, and pushed his wife upstairs and back to the house.Mrs. Xiao Feng muttered loudly unhappily: "Who is it? You will suffer for your face."

Chen Linhu's memory of Mrs. Xiao Feng was reversed several times a day, from gossiping to calling her husband to kick her out, and even doing a few more words. It was her husband, Mr. Xiao Feng, who was mentioned for a long time after that, and Chen Linhu's memory would still be linked to the broom for the first time.

Late at night is the best time for the Midnight Show. At this moment, the actors are leaving the show. Zhang Xun is holding his dictionary, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose and calling out to Chen Linhu: "Go to bed early, young landlord, I will sleep in a while." It's all lit up."

He felt a little bit about announcing the dismissal of get out of class, then he yawned and retreated into the room, closing the door behind him.

Chen Linhu originally mustered the will to fight for three hours, but he didn't expect to finish the battle in three minutes. He didn't even have his turn to finish it. The boredom and anger that hadn't been vented were like iron lumps thrown into cold water and burned red. , only a large cloud of reluctant smoke remained, floating downstairs like a dream, preparing to go home.

When I got to the front of the house, I came back to my senses like waking up from a dream, and found that the anti-theft door was tightly closed.

He didn't close the door when he came out. Some well-meaning person who watched the fun solved this trouble for him, but he didn't think about whether he brought the key or not.

Chen Linhu rummaged through his trouser pockets, but he didn't take his keys or his cell phone, and the pockets were cleaner than his face.

However, Old Chen has a heart as broad as the sea, is deaf and likes to sleep with his head covered. Before going out, Chen Linhu thoughtfully closed the bedroom door for him, so now his grandson knocked on the door for 2 minutes, and he was still playing drumming and passing flowers with Duke Zhou in his dream.

It was already late at night, and knocking on it would be considered a nuisance to the people.

Chen Linhu sat down on the stairs, the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out, and the dreary summer night enveloped him.

The dark and unfamiliar city brought him endless fantasies and a future with no prospect.

The wound on his hand was throbbing and painful, just like the last fight in his third year of high school.In fact, most of the wound on his eyebrow had healed at that time, but he couldn't tell where it was still throbbing.

He remembered the way Chen Xingye looked at him from the rearview mirror, as if he was looking at a different kind, a stain.

And the subsequent college entrance examination seemed to verify Chen Xingye's opinion of him, Chen Linhu really couldn't meet the standard line that Chen Xingye had arranged for him.

Not knowing whether it was because of shame or to escape, Chen Linhu filled in the best university he could go to—even though it was not the school Chen Xingye was satisfied with—and flew to Baoxiang City.

Then I was locked out of the door in a daze in the middle of the night.

Chen Linhu "slapped" a mosquito that crawled on his leg to death, and the voice-activated light on the first floor lit up, startling a pool of flying mosquitoes.

He was lost in this night as if he was lost on the way forward. He couldn't find a goal or a direction to fight for. He simply dedicated himself to the cause of mankind and started a 10-minute battle with the flower-legged mosquitoes in the summer night.

When Chen Linhu's record could reach two "positives", a long sigh came from above his head.

The sigh in the middle of the night was like the opening song of a ghost movie, and Chen Linhu jumped up suddenly: "Damn it!"

"Damn it!" Zhang Xun, who was standing on the stairs on the second floor, was also startled, "You don't want to move forward when you take off?"

The movement of the two of them turned on all the voice-activated lights on the first and second floors, and Zhang Xun's ghost-like face hidden in the darkness was revealed. He stayed up all night and now his face like a living dead is not easy to see. He said angrily: "What? It's patting the coffin board. Let's 'snap' and 'snap' it here. I thought I was hallucinating after staying up too late, so I came out to catch my hallucination."

This person is probably somewhat abnormal, talking so much in the middle of the night.

Zhang Xun said another creepy sentence: "I stood here and watched for a minute before confirming that you are not hallucinating."

Chen Linhu's scalp was numb when he heard it, he glanced at him, took a breath, sat back on the steps, and continued to slap the mosquitoes: "It's okay, I'll be a mosquito coil."

Zhang Xun felt that this indifferent answer with the essence of a cold joke was indeed Chen Linhu's style, and his somewhat numb nerves gradually came to life, and he could not help but raise the corners of his mouth to convey the smile in place.

"Where's the key?" Zhang Xun stopped chatting and went straight to the point, "Mobile phone? Call Uncle Chen?"

Chen Linhu sat on the steps and replied without raising his head, "I didn't take it."

The two words are majestic and magnificent, which has nothing to do with his own downfall at the moment.

Zhang Xun stared at the top of Chen Linhu's head. The latter's hair was black like a dot of ink, and he stubbornly stood in the corridor of the night that he couldn't blend into.

One or two 10 minutes ago, I fought with the National People's Congress, and one or two 10 minutes later, I sat silently at the door of my house and beat mosquitoes.Zhang Xun's mind flashed through the martial arts movies he had watched when he was seventeen or eighteen years old. The swordsman who rescued people in distress the next second slept in the mountains because he had no money to stay in a hotel.

The hero in the movie sleeps listening to the rain, quite heroic, but the back of Chen Linhu squeezed on the steps is more like a shadow stuffed into an undersized frame, reluctantly, with a feeling of not knowing what to do. Dazed, like a fist swung with full strength but not knowing where to land.

Zhang Xun felt that he didn't know which nerve was scratched by this fist, and said, "Come up."

Chen Linhu turned to look at him with a slightly confused expression.

"Are you sitting there waiting for dawn?" Zhang Xun said, "And you have to wait for several hours."

Chen Linhu was a little embarrassed. He had already planned to open the door for Old Chen when he woke up, but Zhang Xun's appearance was far beyond Chen Linhu's expectation, and he was not used to it.

"Come up, I'll call Uncle Chen first." Zhang Xun patted the handrail of the stairs, walked back slowly, and said as he walked, "If you sit for a while, the mosquitoes will be able to suck your blood to strengthen their team and reproduce." Life, descendants and grandchildren are endless..."

Chen Linhu didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he stood up from the stairs and went upstairs.

At this moment, he was very grateful to Zhang Xun for the reason he had given him, and the embarrassment and unaccustomedness disappeared under the struggle against mosquitoes.

"My room is messy, so you can sit anywhere." Zhang Xun took out the key to open the door, walked in first, and found a pair of slippers for Chen Linhu, "Uncle Chen is hard of hearing, just pray for the strength of the blood relationship between the two of you." Let him hear the phone ring in his dream."

The air conditioner inside the door was fully turned on. Before Chen Linhu entered the door, the cold air gushing out from the house had already rushed over him, diluting his tense emotions. He was about to thank the tenant who was willing to let him in in the middle of the night. I heard Zhang Xun say "Yo" to the room.

"Brother Hu," Zhang Xun said, "come to pick up the guests?" After finishing speaking, he realized that the right time, place, people and the three things were not quite right, and turned to Chen Linhu to make amends and said, "I didn't call you, and you shouldn't either. Take the initiative to bring in."

Chen Linhu looked in the direction he shouted just now, and a fat orange cat twisted out from the bedroom with the door open, scratching Chen Linhu with its examining eyes.

"Young landlord, let me introduce you, Brother Hu," Zhang Xun added lines to himself amidst the embarrassment, "Young landlord, this is Brother Hu."

The orange cat has big shoulders and a round waist, with a serious and fierce face, squinting at Chen Linhu, and greeted Chen Linhu with a rough voice: "Meow."

Chen Linhu thought to himself, yes, it is still a smoky voice.

It turns out that your kid likes to cook and doesn't take a bath.

Since Zhang Xun moved to Baoxiang City, no one has entered the house he rented except Duan Qiao and the landlord, Old Chen. Not only is the orange cat vigilant, Zhang Xun is also a little unnatural.

Chen Linhu stood at the door, like an elusive telegraph pole with no expression on his face. Zhang Xun thought he was eloquent, but it was a bit difficult to talk to the telegraph pole. He cleared his throat and was about to let him enter the door when he saw Chen Linhu pointing at the cat. He nodded calmly.

"Yeah." Chen Linhu said calmly, "Good evening, too."

Zhang Xun's heart brightened like an electric shock.

I understand, this is the brain wave connection.

The author has something to say:

The main reason is that humans always talk to cats one-sidedly, and no one knows what cats think.