flying dog

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu, and when Sun Wenqu said this, he still had that disdainful and mocking smile on his face, which was quite annoying, but it was his attitude that never changed that made Fang Chi Chi felt that he was telling the truth.

Sun Wenqu really never hit Fang Ying.

In fact, during these few encounters, Fang Chi felt that he didn't look like the kind of person who would fight with others casually. If it was Ma Liang, he would be more reliable.

"I...understood." Fang Chi said in a muffled voice, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

"It's over if you know it? You beat and kicked and just turned the page like this?" Sun Wenqu leaned on the sofa and yelled.

"That's not why I kicked you." Fang Chi came out of the kitchen again, looking at him, "You know why you kicked you, and hit you...you can hit you back."

"My hands hurt." Sun Wenqu waved his hands. This is still the truth. I have been climbing for a long time today, and then I increased the difficulty. Now my hands are very sore.

"Then what do you want to do." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu stared at him for a long time, then smiled: "Let's do it first, I'll talk about it after I think it over, and I don't eat bitter melon."

"The bitter melon I make is not bitter." Fang Chi frowned.

"I don't eat bitterness, and I'm not afraid of bitterness." Sun Wenqu stretched his waist, "I just don't like the taste of bitter melon."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Fang Chi asked.

"Let me think about it," Sun Wenqu rested his fingers on his forehead and pondered for a long time, "Gluten?"

"Gluten?" Fang Chi looked at him, "There is no gluten in the supermarket opposite."

"Supermarkets are full of dry gluten, who eats that, it's not tasty." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi was silent for a while: "You won't let me wash your gluten, right?"

"That's the best." Sun Wenqu said immediately.

"What?" Fang Chi's voice turned a little bit.

"Oh, I was shocked," Sun Wenqu laughed, "Mushroom stuffed with meat is finally ready."

Fang Chi stared at him for a while, then walked towards the door.

"Strike?" Sun Wenqu chased after him.

"Buy shiitake mushrooms." After Fang Chi finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.

Listening to his footsteps, Sun Wenqu felt inexplicably in a good mood. After moving his wrist, he stood up and scratched Mr. Huang's head: "Come on, can I write you a letter?"

Mr. Huang meowed twice, jumped to the ground, and followed him into the study with his tail upright.

"You know," Sun Wenqu turned on the light in the study and looked at the rice paper on the desk, "The things I hate the most are piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and pottery, but these are the things I can get the most out of. The advantages."

Mr. Huang climbed up along his legs, then jumped onto the table, and fell down beside the pen holder.

"I didn't learn these things for fun at the beginning," Sun Wenqu rubbed his ink slowly. "One is to temper one's temper, and the other is to... just to learn, so it's not interesting."

Mr. Huang was not interested in what he said, he just stared at his ink grinding hands.

"Do you like it?" Sun asked Qu put his hand in front of it, "Aren't my hands pretty?"

Mr. Huang stretched out his paw and hugged his hand.

"What should I write for you?" Sun Wenqu took the pen and slowly licked the ink, "You are quite ugly...Write Mr. Huang as beautiful?"

Mr. Huang ignored him, and he picked up his pen.

The moment the pen tip landed on the paper, he found a familiar feeling, unhappy, depressed, depressed, with a faint pleasure of masochism.

Sun Wenqu was writing the last word when Fang Chi knocked on the door, so he ignored it.

When he finished writing, Fang Chi jumped in from the window.

Sun Wenqu put down his pen and grabbed Mr. Huang: "Look at it, sir, do you like it?"

"You..." Fang Chi looked towards the study, and walked over curiously, "Writing?"

"En." Sun Wenqu responded, put down the cat, grabbed the paper and shook it.

"Boss Huang... what?" Fang Chi only saw two words, before he could read the last two words clearly, Sun Wenqu had already rolled up the paper and threw it aside, he was stunned, " If you don’t want me to see it, just say it, why bother.”

"Mr. Huang's writing is mighty," Sun Wenqu picked up the cat and put it in his hand, and walked out of the study, "It's not that I don't want you to read it, but I don't want to read it myself. Let's cook, I'm hungry."

The writing is really good.

This is Fang Chi's afterthought of the two words of Mr. Huang, but Sun Wenqu's weird behavior made him lose his interest in the following words, and turned into the kitchen.

The amount of food was not easy to grasp, and he still hadn't decided whether to make it for Sun Wenqu alone, or for himself.

Have dinner with Sun Wenqu?

Gee.

He thought about it and felt uncomfortable, so he took Mr. Huang and left when he was done.

Stuffed meat with shiitake mushrooms is easy to make. You can mix ready-made minced meat with eggs and some seasoning to marinate it. But today I don’t have time to soak dried shiitake mushrooms. I bought fresh ones, which are not fragrant enough.

Originally, I thought that Sun Wenqu would eat it alone, so I could just make a random dish, but considering that he had been beaten by himself inexplicably, it was an apology. Shredded Mushroom Meatball Soup.

When he brought the finished dishes to the dining room, he heard Sun Wenqu on the phone, he couldn't hear what he said, but Sun Wenqu's expression was a bit ugly.

"I said I don't want to! It's not like if I lower my head or not!" Sun Wenqu suddenly kicked the coffee table annoyedly, and shouted, "Why do I have to lower my head?"

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, then turned and went back to the kitchen. He had better avoid such unpleasant calls.

After dazed in the kitchen for a while, Sun Wenqu came in, still clutching the phone, frowning: "How can I eat without the bowl and chopsticks?"

"I want to wait for you to finish the call." Fang Chi took a set of bowls and chopsticks and put them on the dining table.

Sun Wenqu sat down at the table and looked at it: "One set?"

"I went back to eat, and I made a portion for one person." Fang Chi said, went to grab Mr. Huang, and stuffed it into the cat bag.

When he went to pick up the schoolbag that was thrown on the ground, Sun Wenqu suddenly swept the chopsticks and bowls on the table to the ground behind him.

Fang Chi turned his head, looked at the bowl that had been broken in half on the ground, and then at Sun Wenqu: "What do you mean?"

"How do you eat alone?" Sun Wenqu kicked the broken bowl again with an unhappy expression on his face.

"I eat alone every day." Fang Chi couldn't figure out whether Sun Wenqu was looking for trouble with him or just venting his frustration.

"You eat with me." Sun Wenqu frowned.

Fang Chi went over and picked up the broken bowls and chopsticks on the ground, threw them into the trash can, and went into the kitchen. After searching for a long time, he found a plastic bowl, which was still tender green with small pink flowers...

He washed the bowl and put it on the table: "I'm not used to eating here, you always look at me and feel uncomfortable."

"Do you have any spirit of service?" Sun Wenqu still frowned.

"There is no such thing as eating with him in the contract." Fang Chi endured his displeasure, after all, he was embarrassed by beating Sun Wenqu before.

"It depends on the specific situation. It has been increased now. I will eat here today." Sun Wenqu said a little impatiently.

"Can you... not like this?" Fang Chi also frowned.

Sun Wenqu didn't make a sound, and swept the bowl to the ground again with a wave of his hand, but this time it was not broken.

Fang Chi glanced at him, turned around and threw his schoolbag on his back, picked up the cat bag, opened the door and walked out.

When closing the door, Sun Wenqu threw the chopsticks on the ground again.

After sitting at the table for a few minutes, he sighed, got up, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, washed them, and turned on the TV.

Eat while watching TV.

Fang Chi's workmanship is mediocre. As an ordinary boy, it's pretty good. It's much better than the aunt who made a house on the construction site before, but for someone like Sun Wenqu who has a difficult taste to serve, it's just mediocre.

The meat is not tender enough, the shiitake mushrooms are too moist, the green onions are left too early, and the soup is a little salty...

But thinking so, Sun Wenqu ate all the vegetables and soup quickly, because he was hungry after all.

Fang Chi was so suffocated that he ate two bowls of noodles on the way, but he couldn't suppress his unhappiness.

Unhappy at school, dodged Sun Wenqu who was waiting for him with sudden yin and yang, and Fang Ying, who made him try to suppress the fire and face Sun Wenqu, has not contacted him since he got the money .

Fang Chi felt bored all over his body and didn't want to go back. He took Mr. Huang and walked slowly along the path. After walking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

There were a few rings over there, and a man answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Uncle Zhang, I am Fang Chi," Fang Chi said, "is it convenient for you now? I want to talk to my grandpa."

"It's convenient, wait a minute, I went to his house, and he talked about you this afternoon." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

Uncle Zhang is a neighbor of his grandfather's house, and he grew up watching him. The old man and the old lady don't have a mobile phone, so Fang Chi has to call Uncle Zhang's number every time he calls back.

"Xiaochi's call!" Uncle Zhang could be heard calling through the receiver as he walked away, "Didn't you just keep mumbling in the afternoon, so I just called!"

"Xiao Chi?" Grandpa's voice came from over there.

"Grandpa," Fang Chi said, "are you finished eating?"

"It's over, your grandma is cooking today." Grandpa lowered his voice, "Oh, it's too bad."

Fang Chi laughed: "Then why don't you do it."

"She won't let me," grandpa also laughed. "Your aunt came over yesterday, and I said I'd cook, but your grandma insisted. Tears came down for your aunt's food."

"Be careful my grandma hears," Fang Chi sat on the edge of the flower bed by the roadside, "Are you both in good health?"

"Your grandma can't hear you when she's asleep. We're both in good health. You don't have to worry about it. You'll have time to come back and have a look." Grandpa said, "Aren't you going to be a tour guide now?"

"It's not a tour guide, it's a guide," Fang Chi corrected him, "It's not that I don't want to do it, I will definitely pick up those who go to our house, and I can go back to see you by the way."

"What do you want to eat recently? I'll make something. Your Uncle Zhang said that he will go to the city in two days and ask him to bring it to you. Hurry up." Grandpa said.

"No need," Fang Chi laughed, "I want to eat eggplant sauce, how can I bring it, I can just go back and eat it when I have time."

"Then you should call in advance when you come back. You won't have time to do it when you come back suddenly." Grandpa said with a smile.

"Yeah." Fang Chi smiled.

After chatting with grandpa for a while, Fang Chi finally felt that the unhappiness in his heart had subsided. He stretched his arms and picked up the cat bag: "Go back."

Mr. Huang didn't move in the bag, Fang Chi sighed, and had to admire Sun Wenqu a little bit, how could he have such a good relationship with cats...

When he got home, he took out cat food and poured half a bowl for Mr. Huang. After looking at it, the guy stopped moving, looked up at him, and did not push the bowl to the ground as a way of saving face.

Fang Chi looked at it for a while, and couldn't help pinching one out and putting it in his mouth: "What's the difference? Aren't they all cat food? You're not a sissy, why are you not a sissy now? "

Mr. Huang stretched out his paw and pushed the bowl, Fang Chi quickly pressed the bowl, took the unfinished canned food and mixed it in the cat food, this time Mr. Huang finally bowed his head and started eating after smelling it.

He went into the kitchen to cook a bowl of dumplings for himself, but he picked up the pot only to remember that he had already eaten.

Why does it feel like he hasn't eaten? He groped his stomach and walked out of the kitchen. He walked to the computer and wanted to turn it on. After thinking about it, he withdrew his hand and sat down at the desk next to him.

Or review it.

And a bunch of homework.

At around nine o'clock, my mother sent me a text message, how are you doing?

Fang Chi replied that it was very good, how about you?

My mother sent it again, it's all good, you should review it carefully.

Oh.

Fang Chi stared at the phone for a long time, feeling like he had finished what he needed to say.

Putting down the phone, I was stunned for a while, I don't know what's going on, I always seem to have nothing to say to my parents, it's not that I don't care or be filial, but I just have nothing to say, and I feel like my mother can't find anything to say .

You can chat with your grandparents for a long time, and you won't feel awkward without saying anything.

Maybe it's because he spent only a few years with his parents in junior high school since he was a child, which made him feel that he wanted to be close, but he was unfamiliar and awkward.

Just as he was about to continue doing his homework, the phone rang again. This time it was Liang Xiaotao calling, and as soon as he answered the phone, he immediately asked, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

"I just found out that Class [-] is blocking you? I thought you were picking up work again if you didn't study by yourself." Liang Xiaotao said worriedly.

"What kind of work can I take that starts at night?" Fang Chi smiled, "It's okay, I'm running away."

"Why don't you fight! Xu Zhou just talked with me on the phone and said that it would be good to have a fight. They are no match if they go together! This group of people is really annoying!" Liang Xiaotao was a little aggrieved, "No, actually there is no need to go together , one of you is enough."

"Look how excited you are," Fang Chi said, "Let Xu Zhou take you in the next fight."

Liang Xiaotao clicked her tongue: "Okay, as long as I know you're fine, I still haven't written a bunch of papers."

"Xiao Tao," Fang Chi thought for a while, "Bring me two deep-fried dough sticks fried by that old man downstairs in your house tomorrow morning."

"Oh, I want to eat his fried dough sticks again, okay, I'll bring you some soy milk too." Liang Xiaotao said with a smile.

"Ah."

The fritters downstairs in Liang Xiaotao's house can't be said to be very good. The fritters are almost as good as fried ones, but Fang Chi often asks Liang Xiaotao to bring him fritters.

The old man who frys the deep-fried dough sticks looks very much like his grandfather, even when he talks and laughs.

Fang Chi lay down on the table, took a pen and tapped on the tip of his nose, because he missed the old man and the old lady, and wanted to go back to the countryside.

Sun Wenqu didn't get up until the afternoon, and it was Ma Liang who woke him up when he called him outside his house. When he got up, he felt hungry and vomited.

"You," Ma Liang pointed at him, "go tomorrow, to my place."

"Why?" Sun asked Qu as he lifted his pajama pants, still a little confused in his mind.

"Work!" Ma Liang raised his voice and roared, and then slapped him hard, "Look for yourself, look, you are so...sexual! It's like shit!"

"Such a handsome shit..." Sun Wenqu smiled and walked towards the bathroom.

"Shut up!" Ma Liang roared again.

Only then did Sun Wenqu realize that Ma Liang was angry.

"What are you doing?" He turned to look at Ma Liang.

Ma Liang stared at him without saying a word.

Sun Wenqu was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he turned and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Ma Liang was still staring at him, but instead sat on the sofa and stared at him.

Sun Wenqu stared at him for a while, Ma Dian lit a cigarette and drank it, but didn't look away.

"I," Sun Wenqu pointed to himself, and said word for word, "No, do it, Tao."

"Then what do you do," Ma Liang said, "not pottery, cows, horses, whatever, you have to do it, be one."

"I haven't thought it through yet." Sun Wenqu folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

"I think, I think it's been almost three, 30 fucking years," Ma Liang pointed at him, "Before you die, you can, if you can think of a coffin for yourself, like that, even if you can, you can."

"That's why you came to see me today?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I just passed by and wanted to find you for dinner." Ma Liang sighed helplessly.

"Eat, but we won't go out to eat," Sun Wenqu took the phone to check the time, "Later, when school is over, I'll ask Fang Chi to cook and eat at home."

"Fang Chi?" Ma Liang was a little surprised.

"Well, it's just my son," Sun Wenqu said, "I borrowed [-] yuan from me and signed a contract of sale."

"Xi'er and Huang, Shiren?" Ma Liang was still surprised.

"Where is it?" Sun Wenqu was happy, "I just cook for me and clean up the house. I will do justice for the sky, eliminate harm for the people and educate the flower bones of the motherland."

"Come on," Ma Liang shook his head, "I'm sick, you should look, it looks like a flower bone."

"No!" Sun Wenqu jumped up and said happily, "Really no, this kid is so stupid, he can't even smile, every time I see him, I feel like I did something bad to him thing."

"Come on, I'll give you some laxatives while cooking." Ma Liang said.

"No, but he's not very good at cooking," Sun Wenqu leaned towards him, "I mainly don't want to go out today, so let's have a drink and chat with my family tonight."

Fang Chi and Xu Zhou stood at the gate of the school, facing the people from Class [-], but it was different from yesterday, yesterday was a sneak attack, today they stood face to face, and he was not alone, no one dared to come over.

The phone kept ringing. This was the third call from Sun Wenqu, but he didn't answer it.

"Please, turn off the phone if you don't answer the phone," Xu Zhou couldn't stand it, "It's so noisy."

"Let's go," Fang Chi put the phone in his pocket, "You can take me for a while today, Liang Xiaotao won't go home."

"Don't you measure the world with your legs?" Xu Zhou laughed, patted the back seat of the battery car, "Come up."

When Sun Wenqu's sixth call came in, Fang Chi answered it.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Sun Wenqu asked quite dissatisfied.

"Is there something wrong?" Fang Chi said.

"Hey?" Sun asked Qu, "Are you on strike?"

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"No, I just dropped a bowl, and I didn't drop you, and I didn't drop your bowl," Sun Wenqu couldn't understand, "As for you?"

"As for," Fang Chishuo whispered behind Xu Zhou to avoid the wind, "I formally apologize to you for beating you, I just want to say...you can beat me up if you don't mind, but don't... ..."

"...I have a guest today, so come over and cook for me," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "I drew a picture of you and Mr. Huang."

"Did you draw a picture?" Fang Chi was a little surprised. Sun Wenqu could write well, and could he still draw?

Ink painting?

Mr. Huang and the shit-shoveling officer in ink painting?

"Do you want it? If you want it, come and get it." Sun Wenqu said.

"I want to add a clause to that contract," Fang Chi said, "If you agree, I'll go there, and if you don't agree, forget it."

"Why, if I don't agree with you, you're not going to do it?" Sun Wenqu's voice became unhappy, "You're quite courageous."

"Not fat," Fang Chi said firmly, "Either I agree, or I can do whatever I want, whether I want to be beaten, scolded, punished or whatever, I agree."

Sun Wenqu lost his voice, and only after a while did he say, "What do you want to add, let me hear it."

"You have to discuss with me about the increase depending on the specific situation. You can't think about one move as one move. I'm not playing house with you." Fang Chi said with a frown.

"That's it?" Sun Wenqu was amused, "It's okay, it's okay to add this."

"You said it." Fang Chi confirmed again, he really didn't know Sun Wenqu's character of flickering, hot, cold, fast, slow, flickering.

"I mean, it counts," Sun Wenqu said, "Come here now, come and see you and your cat."