muddy boy

Before the house on the second floor was rented out, Old Chen moved all the furniture that needed to be moved and discarded. After Zhang Xun moved in, he only added a few big pieces that were necessary, and the room was a little empty.

There is a 1.5-meter-long sofa in the master bedroom, which is used as a living room. Chen Linhu walked around the room. He hasn’t been back since he went to high school. The room just lacks furniture, and it has become too much like in memory. It's like being hollowed out.

"There's food on the coffee table if I'm hungry." Zhang Xun pointed to the coffee table and walked towards the bedroom. "Wait a minute, I'll call Uncle Chen with my mobile phone."

They said there was something to eat, but in fact it was just a few bags of small bread and ham sausage, a few packs of cigarettes were scattered here and there, and three packs of instant noodles were piled up in the compartment under the coffee table, which fully demonstrated the casualness and not-so-good nature of a man living alone. healthy diet habit.

Chen Linhu's mind is not so clear yet, he stood in the air-conditioned room to wake up his mind.

When he was not thinking about it, he wanted to eat, so he picked up a ham sausage to fill his stomach, but just as he took a bite, he saw the fat orange cat squatting at the door, staring at him as motionless as a tree stump.

I just glanced at it when I entered the door, but now I look carefully, this cat looks beyond description, especially the eyes that no one can look down on, as if all human beings can be slaughtered with a knife.

Probably because of eating food on its territory, Chen Linhu was stared at like a thief, maintaining a safe distance, and did not move closer to Chen Linhu at all.

Chen Linhu is used to this kind of situation, let alone a cat, when he meets a dog while walking, the dog will walk around him.

Apart from beating cockroaches and mice, he basically had no close contact with small animals. It seemed that such little creatures were not treated well since he was a child. Even the little dog that Lin Hongyu bought for him didn't like to be alone with him. In comparison, the cat raised by Zhang Xun is quite courageous.

Chen Linhu carefully tore off the plastic skin of the ham sausage in front of Fat Mao, and chewed it slowly bite by bite. Seeing Fat Mao staring at him with more and more bitter eyes, Chen Linhu nodded expressionlessly. .

If you can't have a character set that blends in with animals like the manga hero, then you have the characteristics that make animals mad.

When it comes to annoying people, Chen Linhu is sure to sit in a high position.

When Zhang Xun walked into the house with his mobile phone, he saw his cat impatiently sweeping its tail back and forth. A late-night guest was standing opposite him, gnawing a piece of ham sausage with a serious expression.

"Are you two secretly communicating behind my back?" Zhang Xun couldn't help asking, "You two are not in the right state."

Chen Linhu said flatly: "It wants to eat ham sausage."

"It's best for cats not to eat too much of this," Zhang Xun said, "it's too salty."

Chen Linhu gave a "hmm" and said, "So I'll show it to eat to satisfy its hunger."

"..." Zhang Xun was shocked by his seldom-talking attitude, "Are you a bully, Brother Hu can't speak, so you keep arranging here? Can't tell, young landlord, you look like a human being Why are you so full of bad water?"

"I'm helping it," Chen Linhu denied, "really."

Zhang Xun glanced at his cat, and really wanted to groan for the cat, so he held back and pointed to the sofa: "Sit, it cares more if you stand."

Chen Linhu sat down on the sofa, and Zhang Xun automatically hung up the phone that kept beeping but was not connected.

"I called Uncle Chen three times," Zhang Xun began to dial the number for the fourth time, and said, "I didn't answer, the deafness is developing in the direction of deafness."

After eating a ham sausage, Chen Linhu's brain started to move along with his stomach.

Ever since he moved into the house, Old Chen's cell phone volume has been kept at the lowest level, lest his phone ringing like killing a pig would disturb his eldest grandson, even his favorite Dou Dizhu started playing with headphones.

Old Chen always had a caring heart that didn't match his appearance in such details, but he didn't expect to show his caring heart to his grandson outside the door.

"It's probably because the volume is too low." Chen Linhu ate the ham sausage in two or three bites, stood up, "It's okay, you go to sleep, I'm leaving."

As soon as he moved, the fat cat jumped up as if its chest had exploded, and even Zhang Xun was startled.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Xun glanced at his phone. It was past three o'clock in the morning, and it would be dawn in a few hours. "Is there any other relatives and friends around here?"

Chen Linhu shook his head: "Find a place to sit, my grandfather gets up at seven or eight o'clock."

The tone was casual, but his attitude was as firm as when Zhang Xun first met him on the street.

"Where to sit? The nearest KFC is in the city center, and it takes four to five or 10 minutes to walk there. It's not too far from dawn if you go back and forth." Zhang Xun became interested in his attitude, and blocked Chen Linhu's way one by one. , "Sit and wait in the corridor. When your father wakes up, you will almost be sucked dry by mosquitoes. Why don't you go to a small hotel?"

Chen Linhu hesitated, he didn't bring any money.

"I can lend you money." Zhang Xun also saw it, "as long as you are willing to walk for more than 30 minutes, take a bath in the toilet with stinky sweat, and lie in the toilet without changing for three or four days. Sleep on the sheets, if you can’t sleep for a few hours and then walk back, you can go now and go to the stars and the moon.”

Chen Linhu frowned in response, his brows turned into black bumps: "I'll go to the Cultural Palace for a few laps."

Zhang Xun could see that in Chen Linhu's mind, there was no option to ask someone for help.

From the first time he saw Chen Linhu on the street, Zhang Xun's impression of him was right.This person is a born stubborn, and he is in a delicate age group. In theory, he is an adult, but his thoughts are still stuck between teenagers and youths.

Hanging in mid-air, I can't stand on either side, but I still have the spirit of a teenager, I don't know how to naturally pull the hand extended by others, and I can't tell whether the other person is polite or really doesn't mind him pulling.

In fact, boys are like little monsters in Zhang Xun's eyes, with jumpy thoughts, high self-esteem, and a reckless energy that cannot be matched by others.

Zhang Xun thought of his dazed back figure huddled on the narrow stairs, stubbornly like a seed rooted in the dark night, no one could see the root and sprout, only after it grew up, the seed seemed to grow overnight It became a big tree.

Seeds can't talk, so no one thinks of watering and fertilizing to eliminate insects and pests.

"Hey, Chen Linhu," Zhang Xun asked, "If I don't call you upstairs, do you really plan to sit in the corridor all night?"

Chen Linhu thought for a few seconds: "Maybe, I don't know."

Seeing his virtues, Zhang Xun seemed to see himself as a dog who was fearless at the time when he was seventeen or eighteen, and he felt a little helpless in his heart, and sighed: "Stay here with me, just make do with it for one night, anyway, it will be dawn soon." gone."

"No need," Chen Linhu subconsciously refused, paused, and couldn't find a suitable reason for the refusal. He just felt that he was not familiar with Zhang Xun, and it was immoral to run to other people's houses in the middle of the night. He took another look at Zhang Xun's tired face, It was obviously exhausted due to lack of rest, "I'm fine."

Who can go to the Cultural Palace without sleeping in the middle of the night and still be fine?Zhang Xun didn't even bother to expose it.

Chen Linhu walked around the fat cat lying on the ground, wondering whether the Cultural Palace would be open in the middle of the night, and Zhang Xun pressed hard on his shoulder.

"Sit down," Zhang Xun pushed him back onto the sofa again, "I'm just wondering, young landlord, why is it so difficult to get to your place when no one needs help?"

It was the first time Chen Linhu was "forced to help", and before he could react, he was lying on the sofa, and something was stuck under his buttocks.

"I wasn't polite to you when I was catching the thief, so don't be polite to me now." Zhang Xun said, "This is not a black shop, and I won't cut you off in the middle of the night if I give you a place to sleep. entrails..."

Before he could utter the rest of the words, Chen Linhu blocked his throat.

Chen Linhu touched back, and the thing holding him was hard and cold, so he pulled it out directly.

A metal crutch that shone coldly under the light appeared in front of the two of them.

Based on his many years of experience in fighting and causing trouble, Chen Linhu judged that this was the one he used to beat Jiang Xiangdong a few days ago.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward. Zhang Xun looked at the crutch and found that what he said just now seemed a little untenable.

"In your room," Chen Linhu weighed his hands and raised his eyebrows, "There are a lot of things for the guy who takes advantage of it."

Zhang Xun lived to the age of Twenty Lang, and for the first time he tried to help others. After embarrassment, he saw Chen Linhu's raised eyebrows that seemed to look down on him, but he was a little annoyed, and he didn't bother to pretend to be warm-hearted.

He slowly pulled the chair and sat down, squinting his eyes and slowly said: "What's the matter? Don't you dare to stay?"

When Chen Linhu lived to adulthood, there was nothing he dared not do.

Adhering to the concept of "whoever retreats is the grandson", Chen Linhu not only stayed in the house where he could pull out iron bars from the corner of the sofa, but also did a rough wash, changed the set of clothes Zhang Xun gave him in the toilet, and That body rubbed and rolled in the corridor, its ass was dusty, and it was put into the dirty clothes basket temporarily in a ball.

The suit Zhang Xun gave him probably hadn't been worn for a while, and it smelled like mothballs, similar to what Chen Linhu remembered smelling when he was a child. He wrinkled his nose and walked to the bedroom while smelling it.

Zhang Xun found an air conditioner that had been washed some time ago from the closet and was shaken off, and saw Chen Linhu coming in: "Did you use the wrong towel?"

"The third one from the left," Chen Linhu nodded, wondering again, "Why do you have so many towels, can you wipe your face?"

"Wipe your face, hands, and hair separately. The one you use is a spare," Zhang Xun spoke slowly, with a cigarette in his mouth, "Don't you divide it like this?"

Not only was there a row of towels hanging, but Chen Linhu felt that his life seemed too rough when he thought of the line-up of toiletries and the polished floor tiles on the washstand.

"I usually only have two towels." Chen Linhu said sullenly.

"Wipe face and hands?" Zhang Xun asked.

"Wipe your face," Chen Linhu paused, "and a rag."

Zhang Xun was amused: "Do they hang together? It's exquisite enough. They are all daily necessities, regardless of class level."

Chen Linhu ignored the run-on in his words, and pulled his clothes: "Are you changing in the toilet?"

When Zhang Xun handed him the clothes just now, Chen Linhu wanted to change them directly, but he didn't expect Zhang Xun to send him to the bathroom directly and let him change before going out.

Thinking of the spotless bathroom, Chen Linhu felt that Zhang Xun might be a bit of a clean freak.

Zhang Xun's movements paused, and he mumbled, "That's right." He put the quilt on the bed, and started another topic: "I changed the pillowcase for this pillow, so you sleep on this."

His eyes behind the lenses were half down, and his expression didn't change much, but Chen Linhu keenly felt that something was wrong.

Chen Linhu has never been very confident in his communication skills, thinking that he didn't say something right, looking at Zhang Xun's tired face, he said in a low voice after a few seconds: "Thank you."

"Well," Zhang Xun drew a long voice from his nose, "Our cranes are so caring."

This person is still a bit vindictive, and he always clings to the "crane".Chen Linhu suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, and coughed: "Thanks for letting me stop."

It's not that he doesn't know what to do, and he also understands that Zhang Xun's place is the most convenient, but he just isn't used to it.

One is that I am not used to getting along with half-baked people in a small space, and the other is that I am not used to reaching out to receive help from others.

Chen Linhu's life experience is not enough, and all the education he has received has strengthened his belief that he needs to solve his troubles on his own. The more he can do, the closer he will be to the ideal image of a perfect adult in his mind.

I don't know if Zhang Xun has seen through his mentality, as if he has figured out his veins, he can always give him the most comfortable steps.

Chen Linhu had a subtle feeling like being seen when a crayfish molted its shell. Zhang Xun lifted the aquatic plants and saw it, and then covered it again as if he didn't know it, and even made it thicker and more concealed. It's like shedding its shell.

This wonderful metaphor made Chen Linhu feel amused, and after a little exposure, he was magnanimous. He didn't have to tense up, and the "thank you" could be said more smoothly.

Zhang Xun looked at his serious and serious face as he thanked him, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he laughed tremblingly: "Save your thanks, I also can't watch teenagers wandering the streets in the middle of the night."

Chen Linhu was not very happy to hear this word. He communicated like an adult, but Zhang Xun answered like he was taking care of a child.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Compared with the slightly empty living room, the bedroom is full.

There is a simple bookshelf at the end of the 1.5-meter double bed. Books spread from the shelf to the floor in a mess, and even a lot of them were thrown on the bed, leaving only half of the sleeping space.

The overhead light was not turned on in the room, the lamp on the desk was lit with a soft yellow light, the laptop screen stopped at the document interface, and there were still a few pieces of manuscript paper on which I wrote and scratched and recorded fragmentary text.

Chen Linhu glanced roughly, the computer documents and manuscript paper were densely packed with words, and together with the ashtray that had extinguished a lot of cigarette butts, he confirmed that Zhang Xun's work did not end until the early morning.

"I'm making the bed," Zhang Xun bent over to tidy up the books on the bed with his back facing him, "you can rest when you're done. Do you feel shallow? Just bear with me. I haven't finished my work yet, so you just keep typing." Hypnotize yourself with white noise."

"You are busy with your work," Chen Linhu felt sorry, and walked to Zhang Xun's side, wanting to take over the work of collecting books, "I'll do it."

Zhang Xunzheng said, "The conditions are difficult, and the young comrades must work hard to overcome them." He didn't hear the movement of Chen Linhu approaching behind him, but felt that there was a sudden fire beside him, and his shoulder was touching him.

The original clothes on Chen Linhu's body were thrown into the laundry basket, but the current one is a sleeveless shirt, and the heat from his skin soon soaked through Zhang Xun's clothes.

Stung Zhang Xun in the room at three o'clock in the morning.

Before Chen Linhu could bend down to grab the books, he felt Zhang Xun beside him take a step back and distance himself from him.

Chen Linhu froze for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Xun.

The latter also came back to his senses, realizing that his movements were a bit abrupt, and the smile on his face became heavier: "Just put the book on the floor."

"Oh." Chen Linhu took out three or four books from the side against the wall and piled them up. After hesitating for a while, he looked back at Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun's face looked very tired under the scattered light of the desk lamp, and he squinted his eyes when he smiled, but the smile made Chen Linhu feel awkward, as if his eyes were squinted behind the lenses, and he even concealed his emotions.

Chen Linhu thought for a while, and felt that Zhang Xun was like this after touching him just now.

Thinking of Zhang Xun hanging up a row of towels, Chen Linhu moved a lot slower, hesitantly asked, "Are you obsessed with cleanliness?"

"Ah?" Zhang Xun paused, then nodded slowly and heavily, "Ah."

Chen Linhu understood a little bit: "No wonder you take turns when you fight."

It turned out to be afraid of sticking hands.

"Don't tell me earlier," Chen Linhu felt that Zhang Xun's step back just now was like stepping on a switch. It was almost a conditioned reflex, fast and flustered, so he put down the book in his hand, picked up the air-conditioning quilt and pillow, "I sleep on the sofa That's fine, don't panic."

After Zhang Xun said "Don't panic", he seemed to hear his iron-covered heart being smashed by "Boom".

While scolding himself for cheating an upright child, Zhang Xun thought to himself, before old Chen said his grandson was good, I thought his presbyopia was worse.

After all, it is still old and poisonous, just look at it.

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