muddy boy

The next day was Saturday, and Chen Linhu slept until almost noon before being woken up by the messy movement in the house.

He fell asleep on the camp bed at three or four o'clock in the morning, and it took him a long time to open his eyes. The first thing he heard was the old man Chen's yelling in the small courtyard.

"...Is that delicious? Just order vegetable leaves, mix them with sauce and eat them directly?" Old Chen exclaimed in a loud voice, "The oil and water in the stomach have been scraped away, you young people eat this now? I Tell me how thin you are like a mouse!"

Zhang Xun, who was lying on the balcony railing, couldn't help laughing: "I'm still a rat, Mr. Chen, this is how I eat salad. If I want to eat meat, I can also get some shrimp or something. I can't eat fat meat when I'm old. Then, after eating, didn’t I tell you to eat more vegetarian food, didn’t Huzi always tell you? Why didn’t you listen?”

Old Chen knew he was wrong, but he still insisted: "He still told me that he eats too much! A plate of braised pork can be licked clean by him, and a few pig tails were marinated last time. One, I dare not turn my face away."

"Okay, tell me next time he licks the plate," Zhang Xun said with a smile, "open my eyes too."

Chen Linhu lay on the camp bed and listened to the two of them choreographing him in public, but his nerves were relaxed, as if he was lying in the sun to bask in the warmth.

Regardless of whether Chen Linhu was there or not, Zhang Xun had to say hello to Old Chen almost every day.He usually goes to the book cafe in the afternoon, and he has to see Old Chen for the first time before lunch, to make sure that the old man is healthy and looking good before going to work.

This habit existed before Chen Linhu came to Baoxiang. Zhang Xun really liked the old landlord.

There was the sound of washing up in the bathroom. Chen Linhu frowned and looked at the bed beside him. Chen Xingye didn't know when he got up, and after washing up in the toilet, he walked towards the small courtyard.

Before Chen Linhu was fully awake, he heard Chen Xingye's voice interjected into the conversation between Old Chen Tou and Zhang Xun: "Xiao Zhang is up? He is much better than Hu Zi. He will still be asleep right now, as long as the weather is good." sleep."

Zhang Xun didn't expect Chen Xingye to come, he was stunned and was about to speak, when Chen Xingye answered the next sentence: "I think he is quite tired and draws late, you two should be the one who sent him back yesterday." Together, why did you go?"

"Did Mr. Zhang send Huzi back yesterday?" Old Chen was surprised, "No one told me!"

A burst of anger made his temples "suddenly" hurt, Chen Linhu lifted the thin quilt to get up, and walked to the small courtyard in two or three steps.

Just halfway through Zhang Xun's explanation of "driving back on the way", the half-covered door of the small courtyard was pushed open. Chen Linhu put his head on his head, his hair was disheveled by sleep, his brows were wrinkled, and his shoulders and neck were tense. Nervous, Zhang Xun yelled badly after taking a look at it. This posture of full defense is obviously tempered again.

Sure enough, the first thing Chen Linhu said when he entered the courtyard was to his father: "When are you leaving?"

There was silence in the small courtyard for three seconds. Chen Xingye's hair, which was visible to the naked eye, stood on end, and he blushed angrily: "What do you mean, Chen Linhu? That's the only way you talk to me?"

Chen Linhu was impatient, but when he heard Zhang Xun coughing with Old Chen, he had to suppress his anger and change his words: "Excuse me, when will you leave?"

Zhang Xun: "..." Chen Linhu, you are so brave!

The father and son glared angrily, staring like fighting cocks. Old Chen stroked his bald head and asked politely: "Are you two trying to piss each other off, or are you going to piss me off first?"

Zhang Xun, who was standing on the balcony on the second floor, saw that something was wrong. He saw Chen Xingye yesterday before he separated from Chen Linhu. The two of them were in good condition. Although they were not very close, they still lived together peacefully. It took one night. He turned his face like swinging his arms and legs, and didn't know what they talked about last night.

Zhang Xun was keenly aware that [-]% of the computer was related to him, and he was worried, but he couldn't show it on his face, so he just coughed: "Then what, my computer is still in the car, I have to move it up."

"Then are you coming down for lunch?" Old Chen asked, "It's okay, he has to go back at noon, and won't have lunch with us!"

"His old man" was so angry that he almost couldn't get angry. Seeing the tenant on the second floor leave with a wink, he turned his head and complained to old Chen: "Dad, what do you say in front of outsiders? Look You are used to Chen Linhu, he spends all day, all day with—"

"What's going on all day?" Chen Linhu glared at him.

As long as Chen Xingye told Zhang Xun or something or not in front of Old Chen, he would dare to fight Chen Xingye.

"Looking like a bastard!" Chen Xingye didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand to slap Chen Linhu on the back, "Are you staring? Who are you staring at!"

Old Chen also raised his hand to slap Chen Xingye: "What do you want? Ah? What are you doing with your hands so long?"

In the small courtyard of the old Chen's house, chickens and dogs were flying around. Zhang Xun bit a cigarette and listened for a while in the corner, then sighed. He felt that Chen Xingye was probably right.

Although he may not have guessed that his son's partner is him, at least he has guessed Chen Linhu's sexual orientation.Maybe it was because of the relationship between father and son, or maybe it was because old Chen was present, Chen Xingye didn't say anything, it was equivalent to not admitting it, so he could only correct Chen Linhu's mistakes in his eyes by cursing and yelling.

At this moment, there is still old Chen in charge, so there is no trouble, what will happen in the future?Zhang Xun didn't think about it any further, it was really uncomfortable to think too much.After rubbing the fat cat's head that was brought together, Zhang Xun took the car keys and went downstairs to move the computer.

Chen Xingye's slap didn't go down, and the old Chen's slap could only be taken back with unsatisfactory intentions. Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren were standing in the small courtyard. "

"Ask him!" Chen Xingye pointed at Chen Linhu, "Ask! Let's see if he is embarrassed to say it, and whether he has the face to say it!"

"I want to ask you to ask me," Chen Linhu slapped his hand away, and said coldly, "Don't catch others harassing you, check your household registration or be a paparazzi?"

Old Chen frowned, and scolded: "Huzi, why are you talking to your father!"

Chen Linhu shut his mouth and turned his head away.

"I told you I'm too spoiled," Chen Xingye said angrily, "You even challenged me last night, and almost killed me in the middle of the night!"

"Aren't you still alive and kicking?" Old Chen said again, and added at the end, "Then when are you leaving?"

Chen Xingye: "..." I'm annoying, right? !

Father and son both asked when you were leaving, and even if you didn't leave, you had to leave.

Chen Xingye was so angry that one head and two big ones almost got Carmen.This time, Old Chen didn't even prepare any biscuits, thinking that he was full of anger, so he let him out of the house just like that.

No matter how loudly he quarreled, Chen Linhu was still kicked out by the old head Chen, carrying his father's bag in one hand and the suitcase in the other, and followed Chen Xingye off with a dark face.

"What are you doing with me!" Chen Xingyu was still angry, "I'm annoyed when I see you!"

Chen Linhu sullenly said, "Then close your eyes."

Chen Xingye really wanted to jump up and give him two kicks.

The father and son walked like two moving volcanoes, with black clouds about to erupt overhead.As soon as Zhang Xun took the monitor out of the trunk, he saw Heiyun running towards him, his heart skipped a beat, but there was still a smile on his face: "Uncle."

"Well," Chen Xingye glanced at him. The young man was quite energetic, with handsome features and thoughtful words. He didn't get angry when he questioned him just now. He had a good temper. He was completely different from the kind of man he understood.Chen Xingye was not sure about his relationship with his son, so he couldn't vent his anger, "Move the computer?"

It was also Chen Linhu who learned the new speaking system without a teacher. Yesterday's set of "I pestered Zhang Xun for a hat", coupled with this kind of natural violent temper, made Chen Xingye feel like "the most abnormal is my son" His cognition and tone have changed a bit.

"Bring it from home, it can still be used after cleaning up." Zhang Xun smiled, but glanced at Chen Linhu, seeing that he didn't seem to have quarreled with Chen Xingye, he was a little relieved, "Why did you come out? Won't you eat with Uncle Chen?"

Before Chen Xingye could answer, Chen Linhu said, "Wait for me later, I will move with you. My dad doesn't eat, so he will leave immediately. The car is parked here."

"..." Chen Xingye turned his head to look at him, "Do you think I'm walking slowly? Are you going to set fire to the back of my car after I'm driving to speed me up?!"

Chen Linhu ignored him, dragged the suitcase to a car not far away, put it down, and turned his head to look at the rear of the car.

"What are you doing!" Chen Xingye roared.

"There is no place to ignite the fire," Chen Linhu said seriously, "Stop slandering me."

Zhang Xun moved the monitor and felt that if he were Chen Xingye, he couldn't help but want to beat him up—it's too bad for talking!

The quarrel between Chen's father and son was not quite the same as that of Zhang Xun's family. If Zhang Xun's family was completely hysterical, then Chen Xingye and Chen Linhu probably fought each other with a little bit of family affection. Distressed.

From last night to now, Chen Xingye couldn't figure out how his son became like this.Stubborn, it's fine if you don't learn well, it's fine if you paint, and you might like men!

Thinking of this, he didn't sleep well all night, and when he got up, he was so angry that he was dazed again. Now he smiled angrily and put his hands on his hips: "What if I don't go? Everyone has to follow you? Chen Linhu, you Who are you?!"

Chen Linhu stared at him for a few seconds, then simply threw the bag in his hand on the rear hood, and walked towards Zhang Xun: "I'm moving the host, do you have anything else to take?"

——Do you like to go or not!

If the kung fu of irritating people is ranked first, Chen Linhu is really the master in Zhang Xun's cognition.

He moved his lips, wanting Chen Linhu to have a good talk with his father, but it would seem too close if he said it from a neighbor of his own, so he could only hold back and wanted to say something with hints instead.

Seeing that Chen Xingye was so angry that he started looking for someone to beat him up, but Chen Linhu's phone rang.

The cheerful ringtone was like a pardon in this embarrassing situation, allowing the three of them to come out of the tense state.

Chen Linhu glanced at the phone: "The senior of my studio."

"You answer the phone, there is no rush to move things," Zhang Xun said, winking at Chen Linhu to indicate that he was fine, "waiting for you."

Chen Linhu was a little worried about what his own father would say to Zhang Xun, his gaze stayed on Zhang Xun's face for a few seconds, and then he turned to look at Chen Xingye. Seeing that Chen Xingye didn't seem to be very angry with Zhang Xun, he turned all his attention towards him, an unfilial son Angry, but relieved, he answered the phone and took two steps to the side to answer it.

The place where the two cars were parked was not far away. It was also Chen Linhu who didn't look at his father's car yesterday, otherwise he could have taken precautions.

Now only Zhang Xun and Chen Xingye were left, Zhang Xun slowly felt nervous, wanted to smoke, but didn't know if smoking in front of Chen Xingye would look too unseemly.

The sex between him and Chen Linhu had already stepped on Chen Xingye's bottom line, even if it was such a trivial matter as smoking, Zhang Xun didn't want to let his image worsen in Chen Xingye's heart.

"Isn't it tiring to move?" Chen Xingye's voice was still a little angry, but the content was okay, "Put it there and wait for that stubborn donkey to come and move it."

Zhang Xun came back to his senses, said "Oh" and quickly put the monitor back in the trunk, took out mints from his pocket to chew on, and said with a smile, "I really don't want to eat here before leaving, uncle?"

"Don't eat! What to eat!" Chen Xingye started to get angry again, "I'm making that stubborn donkey angry..." I stopped talking here, glanced at Zhang Xun from the corner of my eye, hesitated, and lowered my voice A little bit more, "Is it about these guys that Chen Linhu moved with you yesterday?"

Zhang Xun smiled, calmly: "No, I turned around to pick him up on the way home after I moved."

The order couldn't be messed up, otherwise Chen Linhu would accompany him to move things after his mother's wedding, and Chen Xingye would be even more suspicious.

"Well," Chen Xingye said casually, "He has a big temper and often fights with others. Did he have conflicts with you? I think the corners of your mouth were rotten yesterday."

Zhang Xun's back felt cold, and he subconsciously wanted to lick the corners of his mouth. He felt Chen Xingye's gaze sliding on his face, and he endured it: "I knocked when I was moving things, and the tiger helped me to get up. He didn't tell you?"

Talk shit!

The question was cleverly thrown back to Chen Xingye by Zhang Xun, and it seemed that his son was not caring for his father. Chen Xingye was furious—at Chen Linhu: "What can he say, he would rather stay up all night and not fart!"

Zhang Xun smiled: "Stay up late to draw manuscripts, right? It's normal. You may not be clear about it. In addition to comics, he also has to draw commercial manuscripts, illustrations and the like. Before that, he also had to do some projects with the school, and he had to draw professional class assignments. He often had to stay up late." , worked really hard."

It's really hard work. Chen Linhu himself said that his talent is not very high, and it all depends on the practice behind him.

After stepping into the comic circle, his deficiencies in storyboarding and expressive ability became even more obvious. He had to ponder over and study the comics of the big guys before he could advance a short distance. When I woke up, I saw him doing exercises in a sketchbook or tablet, and he drew at least three or four notebooks a year.

All these Zhang Xun wanted Chen Xingye to know, and he also hoped that Chen Xingye could see them.

Chen Linhu is destined to have his own way to go in the future, maybe Chen Xingye doesn't need to fully appreciate it, but he needs to be recognized, at least not suppressed.

Chen Xingye glanced at Zhang Xun with complicated emotions: "You know quite a lot."

I don't know if it was a test or something, Zhang Xun felt a little uncomfortable, and instantly understood Chen Linhu's helplessness towards his father.

Chen Xingye will never be able to grasp the central idea of ​​what you say and what you want to express.

He can’t give you what you need, and you don’t want what he gives, but you still have to take it if you don’t take it, and you have to give it to you even if you force it.

This kind of feeling is really not good, Zhang Xun became a little angry, his expression became lighter, and he said with a light smile: "I work on writing, and I have written scripts and so on. I’ve met you before, and we’ll get to know each other.” After a pause, he felt that he couldn’t swallow his breath, and added, “If you pay more attention to him and get to know him better, you’ll know that he’s Stubborn can be stubborn, but he has always been sensible."

Chen Xingye always felt that there was some dissatisfaction and anger in these words, but he didn't know what was going on.

Last night, Chen Linhu sat in front of the computer screen for several hours, and the appearance of tiptoeing to the toilet flashed through his mind. Chen Xingye suddenly realized that he didn't know how Chen Linhu got here in those years of learning to sprint.

What he always wants is the result, and no one has ever participated in the process that Chen Linhu has gone through.

Both myself and Zhu Dan are at leisure now. The youngest son grew up healthy and healthy under the care of his parents. run to the hospital.

What is Chen Linhu's age?Chen Xingye almost lost his memory.

Chen Xingye didn't respond, and Zhang Xun didn't continue to chase after him.He felt that what he said just now was a bit too much, but when he thought of Chen Xingye's attitude towards Chen Linhu, he became angry and could only stare at Chen Linhu who was on the phone.

After finishing the phone call, Chen Linhu turned around and came back with a happy expression on his face, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his walking steps were so relaxed that Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"The trial draft has passed." Chen Linhu said before he came to the front. Although his tone did not change, his attitude showed that he was excited, "and the salary is not bad."

Calculated by the number of frames, Chen Linhu thinks the price after tax is not bad. The main reason is that this comic is updated every half a month.

After all, Chen Xingye is his own father. He was happy to see his son behave like this, but he began to feel awkward again - I am angry here, you are so fucking happy!Is it plausible?Immediately said: "How much can it be? Are you full?"

Zhang Xun frowned, and was about to speak, when Chen Linhu turned to look at his father: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Zhang Xun: "..." You two should be angry at each other.

Chen Xingye came to Baoxiang, except for being angry, he didn't get any benefit at all. He followed the old Chen head and went down to Chen Linhu. The relationship between the two fathers and sons was in jeopardy. Shaking his head with a smile, he strode to his car, and got into the car as soon as he loaded his luggage.

Uncle Liao and his son at the opposite door came back from seeing his illness. Uncle Liao was in a bad mood recently. He looked at Chen Xingye sickly, pointed at him and waved to his son in surprise.

"I know, I know," Uncle Liao's son said, "That's Chen, Uncle Chen's son Xingye!"

Chen Xingye was quite reasonable with his old neighbor, nodded: "You're back?"

Uncle Liao pointed at him again, and then at his own cheek.

"My dad said you are so angry like a toad." Uncle Liao's son interpreted, turned his head and said to his dad, "Dad, he is just a little bit angry, and he doesn't have any scars. , why are you saying that!"

Chen Xingye left in his car, emitting exhaust fumes from the family courtyard.

Chen Linhu's tense nerves did not relax until Chen Xingye's car left the gate of the family courtyard, and looked at Zhang Xun: "What did he tell you?"

"Let's talk when we go back." Zhang Xun quickly bit his cigarette, but he was suffocated to death, and then greeted Uncle Liao, "How is it, old man? Are you still in good health?"

Uncle Liao smiled with narrowed eyes and nodded.His son sighed beside him: "It's just going to be, it's not going to be good."

"Be careful," Chen Linhu said, "What other health products will my grandfather bring to your home?"

Uncle Liao's health hasn't improved much this year, he's been sluggish all the time, and he's been in the hospital once, and all the people in the second unit have visited him.Old Chen was in much better health than him, and he even took a car to the hospital to see him.

After the two sides greeted each other, Chen Linhu helped Zhang Xun move the computer back to the house. Because he was talking with Uncle Liao and his son along the way, he didn't have a chance to talk until he went up to the second floor.

Chen Linhu directly put the host under the desk in the bedroom.

He squatted down to put the main unit away, and before he could get up, he felt Zhang Xun sitting down next to him, hugging him from behind, and kissing him on the neck.

"Did your dad guess it?" Zhang Xun asked, his lips were still touching the skin of Chen Linhu's neck, and there was a slight vibration when he spoke, "Have you had a fight?"

Chen Linhu's anger was wiped out by the friction of his lips. He changed from squatting to sitting on the ground, leaned his body back, and leaned his whole body into Zhang Xun's arms: "I'm used to arguing, it's nothing. But he should It's a feeling, he remembers things in high school too clearly, and the suspicion has never been eliminated."

Sometimes he doesn't understand what his dad is thinking, doubts but dare not admit it, is it because he knows that if he admits it, there is nothing he can do about it, so he can only vent his dissatisfaction by getting angry.

"I shouldn't have given you that hat yesterday." Zhang Xun thought the tiger-headed hat was a bad thing.

Chen Linhu smiled: "I told my dad that I pestered you for it, and he was so angry that he wanted to buy me a dozen or so from the Internet to wear."

"...You have such a big heart." Zhang Xun was speechless, and his head skipped a beat, "You can still laugh, what if your master finds out?"

"Probably not. Don't look at my dad like that. I'm still worried about my grandpa. If I had done it in my own house, I was afraid that my grandpa would find out and suppress the fire," Chen Linhu said. They all kicked straight up."

Zhang Xun didn't expect that Chen Xingye would do it again, so he subconsciously brought in the memories of being beaten, and pushed Chen Linhu up with a jerk: "Where did you hit? You didn't say it earlier!"

The slap yesterday was actually not painful or itchy, but Zhang Xun's anxious tone still made Chen Linhu feel a little hot in his heart, and he pursed his lips: "Back."

Zhang Xun lifted his clothes, and there was only a little red mark on Chen Linhu's porcelain white back, which was only visible because of his skin color, and he vaguely guessed that it was a slap mark. Zhang Xun rubbed his hands: "Your family is strong." It's really big, and it still has seals."

"It still hurts." Chen Linhu said out of conscience.

"What about your father?" Zhang Xun frowned, "It doesn't look like a cruel father."

Chen Linhu added fuel to the fire: "It was all swollen at the time."

The tone was a little aggrieved, a little suffocated, Zhang Xun was distressed enough, he lowered his head and kissed the red mark on his back: "I should have told me last night, at least there is still a place to complain."

Chen Linhu was happy at first, but then he was burned by Zhang Xun's lips.

He grew up with only two places to sue, one is Old Chen and the other is a diary.Now there is another one, Zhang Xun.

Chen Linhu twisted around, hugging Zhang Xun and pressing him on the ground. Zhang Xun struggled twice without any resistance. His lips were kissed by Chen Linhu and he lost his strength. He could only touch Chen Linhu's back with his hands subconsciously, along his waist Up, pinch the skin on his shoulder blades.

"Zhang Xun, the old family courtyard may be demolished." Chen Linhu staggered a little, and whispered in the gap of his breathing, "My grandfather said, but I don't know when."

Zhang Xun froze for a moment, suddenly a little sad.

This place is really wonderful, full of old traces, but it gave him time to settle down.It seems that everything goes very slowly in this place, three meals a day, morning and evening sleep, all in an orderly manner, but there is a warmth that is not found in fast-paced cities everywhere.

Old people will grow old sooner or later, and old places will disappear sooner or later.

Times have changed, and only those with this memory are left.

"It's okay, we'll go to other places when the time comes," Zhang Xun stroked Chen Linhu's back, felt the other's tense body gradually relax, and slowly pressed down on him, and said slowly, "Take your grandpa, take the cat …Look for a place near a park or something, there are too many old men and women playing checkers and mahjong, it’s easier for your grandpa to find an opponent.”

Chen Linhu buried his face in Zhang Xun's neck, and tilted his head to listen to his unhurried chatter, his voice was very soft, as if he was weaving a future that accommodated him and many people with different silk threads.

The short-term confusion and loss last night were slowly calmed down in Zhang Xun's voice, Chen Linhu hugged him, Zhang Xun scratched Chen Linhu's hair from time to time, the two just lay on the floor of the second floor, the fat cat walked around Finally squeezed to the side of the two and fell asleep next to each other. It was only when Zhang Xun's cell phone rang that he woke up, and then he flicked his tail angrily.

"Duan Xiaopang." Zhang Xun glanced at him, pressed Chen Linhu's raised head back to his neck, and answered the phone, "What's wrong with being fat? Did Ning Xiaomeng twist your ears again or hit you again?" Stomach, you come to complain to me?"

Chen Linhu couldn't help being amused, but Zhang Xun gave him a serious look.

On the other end of the phone, Duan Qiao said cheerfully: "Fart, fart! Let me tell you, Xiaomeng and I are getting engaged!"

The weather turned cold, and finally someone in their group came with good news.

The author has something to say:

Chen Xingye is so angry, there is nothing he can do, he is at the bottom of the family courtyard in terms of talking.