muddy boy

The winter night was long and cold, Chen Xingye left the hospital almost step by step, and drove back to the hospital.

Zhang Xun walked away before he went out to avoid direct contact with Chen Xingye. One was that he really didn't want to provoke Chen Xingye at this time, and the other was that he himself needed time to calm down.

He ran out of cigarettes in his pocket, and the owner of the cigarette shop kept looking at him when he was buying cigarettes. After paying the money, he said, "Something happened to the family? Hold on, buddy."

Zhang Xun took his cigarettes and went out, stood downstairs in the inpatient department of the General Hospital and wiped his face, only to realize that he was crying like a bastard, and his tears were freezing to the touch in the cold winter night wind.

He used to just think that old Chen Tou loved Chen Linhu, so he must not be willing to blame his grandson too much.Unexpectedly, Old Chen already knew everything, but he still had no problem with Zhang Xun, the tenant he hired himself, and even said the phrase "it's not wrong to rent".

Zhang Xun couldn't figure out how the old man spent this year and how he struggled.

Even Chen Xingye, a middle-aged man, couldn't accept the fact that his son became gay. Old Chen was over seventy years old. How did he convince himself to accept something beyond his imagination? When he first found out, he was shocked How big it must be, Zhang Xun wanted to slap himself twice just by bringing him in.

Since he was a child, he has always considered himself a master at observing words and expressions. From campus to workplace, he is very good at interpersonal relationships, and he is very good at watching people's faces and flattering him. He didn't even feel the slightest change in Old Chen. Whenever he noticed a slight difference...

What can you do if you notice it?Zhang Xun smoked a cigarette and thought, am I going to break up with Chen Linhu?Or do you want to get out of Baoxiang and never see each other again?

He couldn't choose which one to choose, and his heart and lungs were numb with pain.

Standing in the bitter night wind, Zhang Xun finished smoking half a pack of cigarettes. His hands and face were frozen stiff, and he turned back to the inpatient department like a wandering ghost. He forgot to take the elevator and took the stairs back to the ward.

After knocking on the door, he went in, only to find that Chen Linhu was not there. Old Chen was half lying on the hospital bed and reading a book wearing glasses. Where are you going? Come, sit here! Cut that what, fire, fire...then what kind of fruit, we will each be in half!"

Nowadays, fruits are not sold according to the season, and you can also eat watermelon and dragon fruit in winter. When Duan Qiao came to visit the doctor two days ago, he specially brought a basket.

"Dragon fruit." Zhang Xun also smiled, stretching the muscles on his stiff face. It was a bit dry and difficult, but he still walked over and sat down next to Old Chen, "Where's the tiger?"

Old Chen pointed to the door: "I've gone to pick up the hot water, I'll let him buy something to eat along the way."

The tone was casual, as if what happened in the ward just now did not exist.

Zhang Xun couldn't tell whether he was more grateful or admired for the old man, and suddenly felt that if a person lived a lifetime, if he could live to the level of Chen Mingli, he would be worthy of decades of food.

After cutting the dragon fruit in half, Zhang Xun had no appetite. He just watched old Chen eating, and said with a smile, "Uncle Chen has gone home?"

"He has nothing to do here, and he's not too young, and his back hurts from suffering," old Chen said casually, "I kicked him out, hey, why don't you eat?"

"I don't like this." Zhang Xun handed Old Chen a napkin to wipe his hands, "I heard from Huzi that Uncle Chen wanted to take you by his side to take care of you. Are you planning to go?"

Old Chen happily ate half of the dragon fruit. His anger came and went quickly, and he lived to be more than 70 years old, relying on this life principle of "you are angry with you, I forget myself", waved his hand: "I don't plan to go until I can't walk. How nice it is here. There are old neighbors playing checkers and mahjong with me. There are small yards to grow flowers and plants, and there are green belts to grow vegetables. I don't grow them, I can steal them." Other people's house... What's there in his place? I live in a high-rise, and I feel uncomfortable when I get in the elevator. I don't know the neighbors. The road is wide and wide, and the light turns red before people pass by. I won't go! "

Zhang Xun asked tentatively, but he didn't expect to attract so many complaints from the old man, so he wanted to laugh.

But as soon as the smile started, it was overwhelmed by the sourness in his heart.

"Grandpa, I've been thinking about it for a while," Zhang Xun felt his throat tighten, and he had to hold back his voice to speak, but he still had a smile on his face, and said slowly and gently, "The rent is due next year. I'll go, one is that you are getting older, and you need to vacate the second floor for when Uncle Chen and the others come to take care of you, and the other is that I will find a place close to the book cafe. I will often come to see you then."

He thought more than Chen Linhu. Chen Linhu only thought that he could bear the two big mountains of old Chen Tou and Zhang Xun, but he never thought that Old Chen Tou not only had his grandson, but also a son who was brought up by himself.

After so many years of quarreling, Chen Xingye has Old Chen Tou as his father in his heart. Of course, Old Chen Tou also remembers his son.Zhang Xun didn't want Chen Xingye to remember that his father found a tenant every time he came back, and he fell in love with his son.

Old Chen on the hospital bed was stunned for a moment, but he didn't speak. He slowly threw away the dragon fruit peel from his hand, and wiped his fingers carefully with a paper towel, but his eyes kept falling on Zhang Xun's face.

This gaze was peaceful and quiet, not annoying at all, but it made Zhang Xun feel a little uncomfortable, and the smile on his face couldn't help it.

After a while, Old Chen finally spoke, his voice was lower than usual: "Are you uncomfortable living here or something? Why do you want to move?"

Zhang Xun's throat was clogged with emotion, and he could only vaguely say: "The place is pretty good, and the neighbors are also good. It's the best place I've ever lived in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Chen grabbed his hand.

The old man's hands are warm and rough, not strong, but with some convincing tenacity.

"Mr. Zhang, Xiao Zhang, hey, let's call it Xiaoxun." Old Chen looked at him with a kind and slow tone, "Xiaoxun, stay here. Eat hot pot in winter, eat cold noodles in summer, and take a nap in spring and autumn." Let's live here, you and Huzi will stay with me until he graduates from university and goes to work, don't you want to?"

He said the usual words, but the tears in Zhang Xun's eyes couldn't be held back. He held the old man's hand, lowered his head and cried, the tears fell on his legs and were sucked dry by the cloth. He couldn't find anything else to say. , can only repeat tremblingly: "I'm sorry, old man, I'm really sorry..."

Old Chen sighed, patted Zhang Xun's head like he was touching Chen Linhu's head, and patted the back of his head: "There's nothing to be sorry about, can one person talk about feelings? My son I don’t understand, but I understand! I’ve lived for so many years, and I’ve never seen anything. I get married and divorced in a daze, cheating, jumping off a building and jumping into a river. The disturbed families are not at peace. Having a child is like suffering. It’s like a continuation, that’s outrageous, if you’re sorry for others and you’re sorry for yourself, then you have to say sorry.”

Zhang Xun listened to his words, but he couldn't raise his head. Indescribable emotions weighed on his head, making him feel guilty and thankful, feeling lucky and despicable, so he could only hold old Chen's hand.

In a trance, I recalled that when I was young, my grandmother dragged him to walk in the field. The palms of the elders were always warm and strong, just gently pulling you, as if a huge umbrella was propped on top of your head.

"Hold your head up!" Old Chen raised his voice, "I met someone who made up my mind to live my whole life in my late thirties, and I tried my best to marry her. She died when she was in her 30s, and she took me away with her." The child of the two. Is there anything I can't bear, what can't I understand? It's not that I haven't been entangled and scared, but after thinking about it, I don't want to be the eldest sister Qu on the third floor, and I don't want Huzi to be with you Become Jianping. Huzi is a good boy, he is determined when he recognizes something, and the road ahead will be very difficult, but I know he can do it, after all, he is my grandson. Xiaoxun, you raise your head and tell me, you carry Can you live?"

Zhang Xun seemed to have been ripped off by someone, and he regained the courage in his heart. He wiped his face indiscriminately, then raised his head, looked at Old Chen and said, "I can bear it, I will treat him well all my life." .”

"Hey," Old Chen laughed, with several smile lines creased on Yuanyuan's face, and wiped Zhang Xun's face with both hands, "Good boy, it's a bit embarrassing to cry, and Huzi just made a fuss." Crying, the quilt was all wrinkled by me, and it was hard for him to send him away."

Zhang Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the things that were stuck in his heart were gone.

It won't be blocked anymore.

so good.

It was the old Chen who wiped his face and said: "Can you go and buy me a KFC? Chen Linhu doesn't want to buy it, but I'm so pissed off."

Zhang Xun: "..." It's kind of like a deal, Mr. Chen!

Of course, KFC is not something that an elderly person who is recuperating can eat casually. Old Chen stayed in the hospital for a week, and his food plummeted. A bird faded out of his mouth, and he complained to Zhang Xun. Finally, after negotiation, KFC was changed to some vegetarian food. After negotiating with Zhang Xun, Zhang Xun resigned himself to being thrown out of the ward to run errands. When he opened the door, he saw Chen Linhu standing at the door.

Chen Linhu's eyes were still red, holding a hot water bottle and a bag of lean meat porridge in his hand, looking at Zhang Xun, his eyes were mixed with joy and sourness, and there was also a calm but hot love.

The door of the ward was closed, and Zhang Xun stood in the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant and looked at his boyfriend. He felt as if he had completely wiped away the shadows on the two of them. They could see each other clearly, and there was no more Blocking, but you can love each other more than before.

"Did you hear that?" Zhang Xun sniffed and rubbed his red and swollen eyes covertly.

"Well," Chen Linhu said, "he can't get through to me, and he's planning on you. From now on, we'll be hostile, right?"

What a trick, grandpa!

Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing out loud. They both knew in their hearts that Old Chen had made a step down and added a mediating agent to this conflict and contradiction.

The old man has lived to this age, and he has lived a bit of a spirit. None of the two grandson thieves can beat him.

"After he is discharged from the hospital..." Chen Linhu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, but Zhang Xun hugged him unexpectedly.

There were still many people in the corridor of the inpatient department at night, but Zhang Xun was upright and upright, and Chen Linhu's heart was suddenly numb. He knew that Zhang Xun seemed to have crossed that hurdle, and their lives had all stepped up to a new level.

They grew up a little bit in their ordinary daily life.

"From now on," Zhang Xun scratched Chen Linhu's back, "I want to kiss you every day."

After staying in the hospital for ten days, the old man couldn't take it anymore, and he was yelling to leave the hospital. After the doctor told him that he was recovering well and he could recuperate at home, the old man commanded his son, grandson and tenants to have a hard time, like a heroic triumph Back to the old family courtyard.

The family home has been shrouded in the shadow of the constant death of the elderly in the past two months, and there is not much celebration near the end of the year. In the eyes of a group of old folks, the glorious return of the old man is tantamount to making a fuss at the gate of hell. The retreat was smooth, and there was no change except for an extra piece of plaster on the foot. Ding Yule's grandparents were so happy that they fried a pot of meatballs and tofu that day.

Because Chen Xingye was still at home, Zhang Xun didn't stay any longer, sent him back and gave some instructions, and then went upstairs after winking with Chen Linhu himself.

Now he no longer expects Chen Linhu to talk to his father well, he just hopes that Chen Linhu can build up virtue with his mouth, and don't make Chen Xingye angry.

But different from Zhang Xun's imagination, Chen Xingye has hardly spoken to Chen Linhu these days, the father and son are like strangers, you do your work and I do mine, and they don't even meet each other very often in the hospital. Old Chen is still happy and quiet , to get back the state of mind when I was young when I was studying. After reading a book of "Shan Hai Jing" in the hospital, I had to talk about ancient myths with the clinical old man who came in two days later. Like a monkey.

After such a cold war, Chen Xingye found that Chen Linhu ignored him and he was so angry that he ignored Chen Linhu and Chen Linhu was still leisurely - the relationship between father and son has really made Chen Xingye numb by accident.

When he called Zhu Dan two days ago, Chen Tong was crying out of breath in the video, and his face was crying when he thought about his father. When Chen Linhu was at Chen Tong's age, he was in kindergarten during the day and went to bed at night. Was coaxed to sleep by the nanny.

Did he miss Dad?He must have thought about it, Chen Tong was still accompanied by Zhu Dan, and they were only separated for ten days. At that time, Chen Linhu didn't even see Lin Hongyu's face a few times a week.

In fact, family affection is sometimes very fair. In the past, you were absent from your son's childhood, but now your son is absent from your middle-aged and old age.The only thing that remains the same is that both parties know how to fulfill their obligations, coexist peacefully and raise their son, and the son will take care of you until the end of life, just like completing the handover of tasks, which makes the word "family affection" seem particularly ironic.

Chen Xingye was yelled at by the old Chen, usually the two of them quarreled, but Chen Mingli seldom said such serious words, it could almost be said that he gave him a blow to the head, Chen Xingye lay down at home for a whole day before recovering from the beating.

During this day, he first checked his mobile phone, which was full of photos of Zhu Dan and Chen Tong.I started looking through my memory again, and found that the memories of my youth were basically all about which boss I fought with and which project he started.Looking back at the memories of my childhood, I can actually remember a lot of scenes where Old Chen took him out to play. At that time, Old Chen often took him with him to work. He shared a share of fried noodles, and a piece of sugar cake. .

In terms of being a father, it can be said that Chen Xingye did not inherit half of the fine traditions of old Chen Tou.He obviously can't even remember what Chen Linhu looked like in junior high school.

On the night when he picked up old Chen Tou, Chen Xingye had a dream. In the dream, he was passing by the river, and a corpse was salvaged from it. son.

This dream frightened him awake in the middle of the night, he got up and went to the toilet without calming down.

Chen Linhu stayed up all night to catch up on the manuscript, and he heard the movement and came over to take a look: "Dad?"

"It's okay." Chen Xingye glanced at him, and his heart was a little more at ease when he was shouted "Dad", "Hurry up and sleep, I really don't fear dying early every day."

Chen Linhu didn't even bother to talk to him, and before going back to the living room to paint, he thought of another problem, turned his head and said, "Before you go back tomorrow, take back my bag of colored lead and gouache, the prizes given out in the school competition, for Chen Tong to paint and play with." .”

After finishing speaking, he left without staying any longer. Chen Xingye stood there for a long time before slowly returning to the room.

Chen Xingye had to rush back to work early the next morning. His ten-day leave was used up, so he had to go back and finish all the work at hand first.

Chen Linhu helped him pull the luggage to the side of the car as usual, and stuffed the suitcase into the trunk with two dark circles under his eyes and a bird's nest head.

The father and son stood in front of the car in silence for a while, and Chen Xingye spoke first: "You still have to persuade your father, he'd better live with me, otherwise I don't feel at ease. Just like this time, if it wasn't for that who ... Zhang Xun is here, the consequences are disastrous, I know that you are close to your grandfather and don't want to be separated, but you should understand this."

His tone was still the usual order, Chen Linhu didn't respond: "I'll talk to him, but he's the one who makes the decision, and I can't help it."

Chen Xingye stared at him, still feeling that this son was born to be angry with him, he paused for a long time before saying: "I don't want to talk about your affairs, I always think it's not the right way, and you will suffer it in the future."

"Then I'll take it." Chen Linhu raised his eyelids and looked at him with a calm tone, "Dad, I'm not against you, I know what I'm doing, you're not satisfied with my son, you're not satisfied now, and you won't be satisfied in the future Yes, I was born that way."

Chen Xingye was going to be furious again, and Chen Linhu said again: "But you will always be my father, whether you are satisfied with me or not, and whether you have another son besides me, this will not change. Whether it is with you, as long as I If you like men, am I not your son?"

This is a good question, and one that Chen Linhu has always wanted to ask.

Chen Xingye was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped Chen Linhu's back hard, but through the thick clothes, the movement made more noise and less harm.

"If you want to treat me as your father, you shouldn't ask this question! If I don't treat you as my son, I won't be so angry with you that I have a cerebral hemorrhage!" Chen Xingye said, "I can't control you anymore!" , I don’t bother to care about it in the future, you can take care of yourself, whether you live a good life or a bad life is all your business, don’t cry to me when the time comes, it’s useless.”

Chen Linhu actually heard a bit of compromise from these words.

Before he could answer, Chen Xingye opened the car door and sat on it, then poked his head out from inside and asked sullenly, "What about your mother?"

"She may have feelings." Chen Linhu said.

"Who do you think you can hide from? It's really boring," Chen Xingye said mockingly, and added at the end, "You should think about this matter yourself, don't make a big deal out of it."

Chen Linhu said "hmm".

"Let's go, take good care of your grandfather, and I'll come back after I finish my work in a few days. I've already given him the money for the nurse and nanny. Just watch out and don't let him save you again." Chen Xingye said, Yes, do less of your work of lighting lamps and boiling oil, you will be exhausted and have no money to earn."

Chen Xingye drove out of the family courtyard after he finished talking about this set of indistinguishable words.

Chen Linhu watched him walk away before returning home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his grandfather lying on the sofa like a landlord, holding croquettes in one hand and milk tea in the other. He didn't know who gave the bribe.

"Your dad sent you away?" Old Chen was enjoying eating and drinking, watching the sketch on TV, "What are you talking about, you are still chattering in this cold weather, and the snot blisters from your frozen nose are coming out. "

Chen Linhu subconsciously wiped his nose and found that it was clean. The old man was lying again, and couldn't help laughing: "I didn't say anything, let me take care of myself. Whether I live well or not depends on myself."

"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!" Old Chen scolded, and then said, "Don't blame your father, his brain is not very good, and he can't accept things that exceed the function of his brain, but he is raising you after all. It’s so big, it’s planning your future for you.”

Chen Linhu walked to the small sofa next to him and sat down: "I know. I don't blame him."

"I'm a good grandson," Old Chen said, "you don't have to worry about it. There's me too. Your grandpa will support you every day."

Chen Linhu's heart was sour and hot. His closest relative in this world was an old man who had no blood relationship with him, but luckily it was this old man.His eyes were red: "Well, I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry," Old Chen looked at him and smiled, held his hand and shook it, the same as when he was a child, with a bold voice, "Your grandpa is stronger than other grandpas, and he has lived a long time!"

Chen Linhu's paws were caught by old Chen Tou with a hand of croquette oil, and old Chen Tou didn't think it was enough to rub his paws, making his grandson's hands shiny, holding tons of sugar-free milk tea contentedly.

A voice came from the small courtyard: "Chen Linhu, Uncle Chen!"

"Hey!" Old Chen said, "Those who know are calling us, but those who don't know think you are seventy or eighty!"

Chen Linhu was overjoyed, wiped his hands, opened the door, walked to the small courtyard, and looked up to the second floor.

Zhang Xun stood on the second floor, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned out and pointed to the sky: "It's snowing, Huzi, the second one this year, and the New Year is coming."

"This year," Chen Linhu looked at him, "come to the first floor to celebrate the New Year?"

Zhang Xun paused, then smiled: "Go to the first floor to celebrate the New Year."

"Let's eat braised elbows!" Old Chen's roar sounded from the room, "Fried vegetable corners, sweet and sour fish, shabu-shabu...can you two help me look outside? This plaster is heavy!"

Help us Uncle Chen to the door, there were a few sounds of opening the door upstairs and downstairs in the second unit, Uncle Ding also stretched his head out to look, and beckoned his wife to come to the window to watch the snow, Mrs. Feng was eating sunflower seeds from the fourth floor to follow Say hello to the next few.

While chatting and laughing, Chen Linhu's cell phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to look at it.

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The author has something to say:

Brother Xun is still very good at talking about love!

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