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Xu Zhou sent Fang Chi to the intersection where he turned to Sun Wenqu's house, which was quite far from Sun Wenqu's house, but Fang Chi didn't let him continue to send him. Xu Zhou didn't have to eat after sending him back and forth.

"What are you doing?" Xu Zhou asked.

"Cook," Fang Chi said, "Clean up the house and do the laundry..."

"...Housekeeping? Isn't your club very profitable? Why do you still work part-time?" Xu Zhou looked at him. Everyone in the class knew that Fang Chi lived alone in the city, and his usual expenses depended on his own competition and work. Guide or something, the income is pretty good.

"It's hard to say," Fang Chi sighed, patted Xu Zhou on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Fang Chi was quite interested in Sun Wenqu's paintings, and he agreed to come to see the paintings.

He didn't know how Sun Wenqu would draw Mr. Huang and him. If it was like his calligraphy, it would be really good. It can be hung in the room after being framed.

Sometimes when I think about it, I am surprised that Sun Wenqu's virtue can be related to calligraphy and painting.

Moreover, he was able to draw pictures for others, so that he was inexplicably touched by some things that were particularly unacceptable to Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu's yard door was open, and the Beetle that day was parked outside the door.

He entered the yard and knocked on the door. If there were guests today, he would not jump out of the window, to save Sun Wenqu's face.

Someone came and opened the door, it was Ma Liang.

Fang Chi didn't know what to call him, big brother, or...uncle...

"Hello." After hesitating, he omitted the address.

"Nephew," Ma Liang said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I just finished school," Fang Chi entered the room, and threw his schoolbag on the floor by the wall, "Is there no food?"

"There are vegetables, I'll go buy them with your Uncle Liangzi," Sun Wenqu came out from the study, holding a roll of rice paper in his hand, ink stains could be vaguely seen, "You just make it."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, looking at the paper in his hand, is it really an ink cat?

"This is for you," Sun Wenqu handed over the paper, "I've been drawing for a long time."

"It's still covered, it's stamped." Ma Liang said with a smile.

"Oh." Fang Chi took the roll of paper and slowly unfolded it.

It was probably because he had always thought that this was an ink painting, especially literary and artistic, the kind that was special..., so when he carefully unfolded the painting and saw the content that was seriously out of proportion to the size of the drawing paper, he was stunned. There was no response for half a minute.

The painting is really good, and it is drawn with a brush, and the painting is quite vivid, Mr. Huang's serious face of the president is shown, and it is Mr. Huang at first glance. As for the shit-shoveling officer next to him...

"You are..." Fang Chi finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Q version?"

"Why don't you like the Q version?" Sun Wenqu said, "I've been drawing for a long time."

That's right, this is a piece of rice paper drawn with a brush on rice paper that must be two feet long. The ink color is deep and light, and the composition is reasonable.

Mr. Huang and he both painted very cutely, and there was actually Sun Wenqu's seal next to it. Fang Chi couldn't stop laughing at the painting because of this unexpected situation.

"He's really good at painting... It took half a day, no matter what, it took half an hour." Ma Liang also laughed beside him.

"Do you like to give me a word?" Sun Wenqu folded his arms and looked at him.

"I like it very much," Fang Chi finished the scroll, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "I mainly wanted to see if you could smile, but I didn't expect you to have dimples."

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, and was a little embarrassed when he thought about how he had just laughed so hard. He turned around and put the painting on the coffee table and went into the kitchen.

The vegetables that Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang went to buy were all piled up on the kitchen counter, and there were also a bunch of seasonings in foreign characters. Fang Chi couldn't recognize what they were, so he opened them and licked them before he guessed.

"Enough food, is it enough?" Ma Liang asked at the door of the kitchen.

"Enough, enough for a week," Fang Chi looked at the dishes, "You two have opened a cafeteria before."

"Forget you, you keep running around," Ma Liang smiled, "Your nephew has worked hard, the taste is bland, a little bland, your father's mouth is bland."

Fang Chi turned his head and glanced at him.

"Where is my dear father?" Ma Liang laughed so hard that he almost lost his eyesight, and turned back to the living room.

Fang Chi picked up the dishes, and it was true that someone was staying with someone, and Ma Liang's mouth was broken every time he stuttered.

"Let's eat together later." Ma Liang turned back again, "Your father's here has good, good wine."

"...Oh." Fang Chi said.

"This has to be painted, how long will it take?" Ma Liang entered the study.

Sun Wenqu was looking at a painting on the table, which was Mr. Huang, and he just made a sketch: "I don't know, maybe two days, I'm new."

"Why are you so caring all of a sudden." Ma Liang looked at him.

"I'm free," Sun Wenqu smiled. The painting was not finished yet. In order to tease Fang Chi over, he drew a Q version in a few minutes to make up the number. "I wanted to write for Luo Peng yesterday. I couldn't do it for half a day. It’s so stiff, I can just draw and write as I let go.”

"Tie the bed, is the old man at the bedside... Yizhuang?" Ma Liang smiled.

"Well, maybe I will write about an old cow pushing a cart and an old horse knowing the way," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "then they will go climbing, will you go?"

"If you go, I will go," Ma Liang said, "I have nothing to do with Bowen, so I have nothing to say."

"That's what I said, those who didn't know thought we were in a love triangle." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"You... You are such a useless, useless," Ma Liang gave him a sideways glance, "It's not my job."

"Get out!" Sun Wenqu glanced at him, and he wouldn't be angry if Ma Liang said that.

This is his sore spot, if someone dared to poke him like this, he would be able to slap the inkstone on someone's face on the spot.

Although Fang Chi knew how to cook, he probably didn't usually cook so complicatedly. In just half an hour, Sun Wenqu sat in the living room and listened. He dropped the shovel four times and dropped the bowl once.

"Is my shovel still alive?" he cried.

Fang Chi didn't answer, just stretched out his hand, took the shovel and shook it towards the living room.

"If you break it, your salary will be deducted." Sun Wenqu added.

There was no response from the kitchen, and there was a "swish" sound of dishes being put into the pot.

For three people to eat, Fang Chi made four dishes and one soup, ribs, fish, eggplant with minced meat and a green vegetable, plus a cucumber and preserved egg soup.

The presentation is not good, the dishes are all lumpy, and the soup is still hanging on the side of the plate, but the smell is okay.

"That's the level, let's make do with it." Fang Chi said.

"Drink some wine?" Sun Wenqu took out a bottle of unknown wine from the cabinet, and stopped when he was about to pour it into the glass in front of Fang Chi, "Oh, you can't drink it, you are not yet an adult. "

Fang Chi glanced at him and said nothing.

Ma Liang took the bottle and poured Fang Chi the wine.

"What kind of wine is this?" Fang Chi asked, the bottle was full of detailed letters from unknown countries, and the patterns were quite abstract, so it was hard to see why.

"Red Star Erguotou from 82," Sun Wenqu pointed to his cup, "You lick it first, how about I dip some for you with chopsticks?"

"Okay, okay," Ma Liang glanced at Sun Wenqu, "You two are not tired of it, play, play endlessly, return."

"How old are you?" Sun Wenqu sat opposite Fang Chi, "Are you an adult?"

"I..." Fang Chi was interrupted by Sun Wenqu just as he opened his mouth.

"Besides, I'll beat you at the age of 14." Sun Wenqu pointed at him.

"I'm an adult." Fang Chi sighed softly.

"Third year, right?" Sun Wenqu smiled, "Three year olds have to go to school for evening self-study."

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"You have a lot of acting, I really want to interview you, what is the strength that makes you so devoted," Sun Wenqu sandwiched a piece of ribs, "Well, this rib is good, there is a delicious heart under the ugly appearance... Fang Ying What does it have to do with you?"

"My cousin." Fang Chi lowered his head and took a mouthful of vegetables.

"Why didn't I know she had a younger brother like you?" Sun Wenqu thought about it.

"I didn't go to school when the two of you were happy, and we were not in the same place." Fang Chi glanced at him, "Have you two had a good time?"

"Is it better?" Sun Wenqu turned to ask Ma Liang.

"Damn," Ma Liang was also gnawing on the ribs, and said vaguely, "Should I say yes, it's better or not, it's better, the money extortion has happened, is it over?"

"It's over." Sun Wenqu said.

"Well, it's better." Ma Liangliang nodded, "It's the beginning of love, open, young and ignorant, ignorant."

"That means..." Fang Chi looked up at Sun Wenqu, "You..."

"No, it's not true, it's not true," Sun Wenqu immediately said, "She transferred to another school and we broke up, and she brought up the breakup, although I didn't feel too bad."

"Oh." Fang Chi lowered his head again, feeling a little ashamed.

"Come, take a sip," Ma Liang raised his cup, "For... my nephew's hand, craftsmanship."

"This is my son's first contract of prostitution." Sun Wenqu also raised his glass.

Fang Chi was rather speechless, he raised his glass and didn't speak.

"Why don't you say something? Why?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

"It's not for you two." Fang Chi said.

"Drink," Ma Liang took a sip of the wine with a smile, "you can fall...fall, fall..."

Fang Chi looked at him and frowned.

"Ups and downs! Life." Ma Liang finished speaking.

"Hey." Fang Chi wanted to laugh a little.

When he was with Ma Liang, Sun Wenqu was much more normal than usual, and there was no weirdness in the chat, nor did he tease him.

Fang Chi felt so moved that he finished his meal with three or two mouthfuls.

"Young people are different," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "You don't have to worry about feeding pigs."

"Have you never been beaten for your mouth?" Fang Chi asked.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu took a bite of food, "It was you."

Ma Liang couldn't help laughing for a long time when Ma Liang wasn't there: "He's younger, it wasn't like that before."

After the meal, Fang Chi cleaned up the dishes and went to wash. Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang were chatting in the living room. Although Ma Liang was stuttering, his tone was different from that of the meal, and he couldn't make out what he was saying. , but especially earnest.

Sun Wenqu kept silent, as if Ma Liang was reading aloud lonely, but unfortunately he stuttered a bit.

The service contract included laundry, cooking and cleaning the house. After Fang Chi finished washing the dishes, he threw in the clothes that Sun Wenqu put next to the washing machine and washed them.

"I'm leaving. I have to go to school. I didn't go to get a good meal yesterday." Fang Chi went to the living room, and Sun Wenqu was setting up a tea set and making tea.

"Shall I drink some tea? I won't be sleepy at night." Sun Wenqu said.

"Don't drink, I have insomnia." Fang Chi picked up his schoolbag.

"Walking again?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, "You cheated all day and didn't get yourself a car. A bicycle is also fine."

"Yes," Fang Chi put on the earphones, opened the door and walked out, "I just like walking."

Fang Chi has a bicycle, bought it for several years, and has not ridden it a few times. He really prefers to walk.

Walking can make him feel at ease, and he can also exercise. Maybe sometimes he will think of the days when he was a child and ran all over the mountains and plains behind his grandfather.

Childhood memories are really unforgettable.

Xu Zhou likes to say that, he played games in his childhood, so now he can't move when he sees games.

Fang Chi felt that there was some truth to this statement. He could always see green eyes in his dreams, and occasionally felt that he could smell the earthy smell.

"Hallo!" After a song was played in the earphones, a human voice suddenly came out.

Fang Chi was taken aback, and for a while, he didn't figure out whether the sound came from the earphones or someone yelled next to him.

While he was looking left and right, the voice rang again: "The song I listened to is too boring, I'll come back next time and give you something exciting!"

Fang Chi recognized it this time, it was Sun Wenqu's voice.

"Damn?" He pulled out his MP3 from his pocket, it was really a recording!

It is estimated that he put the MP3 on the table while cooking, and Sun Wenqu took it and tossed it...

He took off the earphones, deleted this recording, and checked again that there were no other recordings, so as not to be shocked after listening to it halfway.

How many years has this person's mind not developed!Don't talk about 360 degrees, even if you turn it 3600 degrees, you can't tell that you are a person who is going to be three!

Sun Wenqu decided to resume his previous fitness habits.

Waking up in the morning in a good mood, it took most of the day to finish the other painting for Fang Chi smoothly, and he went out after a short rest.

The gym that I used to go to next to the community has changed owners, and it has been newly renovated. It looks like a club. Sun Wenqu was surrounded by several personal trainers as soon as he entered.

He picked someone who was relatively pleasing to the eye and chatted for a few words, and the others walked away knowingly, giving him the illusion of picking someone from a nightclub.

The surname of this personal trainer is Yang, and there is a reason for saying that he is relatively pleasing to the eye, because when there is no other person to set off, Coach Yang does not look pleasing to the eye at all, but his figure is relatively smooth, and he did not practice himself into an inverted triangle or an inverted trapezoid .

"Let me introduce the project to you. Are you gaining muscle or..." Coach Yang opened the folder in his hand.

"Don't introduce me, I'm dizzy." Sun Wenqu waved his hand, "I'll just apply for a card for two hours a day. The goal is not to gain fat or show my ribs. You can do anything else as you see fit."

"Okay!" Coach Yang smiled immediately, "I'll do the math for you and quote a price."

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu stood up and went to the equipment area to look around. They were all new and complete.

He used to work out not for fitness, but just to pass the time and take a look at him who has a good figure. Now that he comes back, he feels that he has nothing to do, and the only way to go to the gym is to pass the time.

"Brother Sun?" Someone called out from behind, "Brother Sun, right? Sun Wenqu?"

Sun Wenqu turned his head and saw a sweaty man with shirtless arms behind him. According to the blue skyrocket on the man's hair, Sun Wenqu recognized him: "Chicken."

"What a coincidence, Brother Sun also comes here to exercise?" Xiaoji walked over with a dumbbell in his hand.

"I'll just live here." Sun Wenqu backed away.

"Ah yes," Xiaoji laughed after thinking about it, "You live in the neighborhood next door...do you have long hair? Why didn't you ask me to take care of it?"

"Has it grown?" Sun Wenqu looked into the mirror next to him, "It's only been a few days, so I can see that I must have taken the development treasure."

"It can be repaired, or you can dye it. Your hair is too dark and looks heavy." Xiaoji stood side by side with him and looked in the mirror while swinging a dumbbell. "You can also dye it without highlighting, it's more fashionable."

Sun Wenqu looked at the blue stain on his head: "No."

"Hey, don't look at me, I'm here to emphasize the sense of design," Xiaoji stroked his hair, "If I make it for you, it won't be like this."

"I want to call you." Sun Wenqu said.

After chatting with Xiaoji, Coach Yang said that it is possible to apply for a card and let him see the price.

Sun Wenqu didn't look at it carefully, and paid the money directly.

"Then let's start today..." Coach Yang discussed with him.

"Just today, come here." Sun Wenqu said.

"Well, let me tell you about the daily plan first." Coach Yang quickly took out a piece of paper with the training plan printed on it and prepared to tell him.

"No need, just say what you want to do." Sun Wenqu said.

I don't know why, but he doesn't want anyone to explain things to him, whether it's Xiaoji's hairstyle explanation when he gets his hair done, or Coach Yang's training plan, as long as someone explains something to him, he will feel upset for no reason. Can't listen to it either.

After tossing around for two hours and sweating all over, Sun Wenqu felt quite refreshed. After returning home and taking a shower, he felt very tired and lay on the sofa. He didn't have the energy to go into the house again, so he just fell asleep on the sofa.

The quality of sleep after exercise is always very good. He didn't even know how long he slept without dreaming. It wasn't until someone pushed him a few times that he woke up in a daze.

Then he jumped up in fright at the fact that someone in his room could push him, and woke up completely.

"It's me." Fang Chi stood in front of him, looking at him with sweat on his forehead.

"No, didn't I close the window?" Sun Wenqu stood up and looked at the window, it was still closed, "How did you get in?"

Fang Chi sighed, raised his hand, and held his key in his hand: "This thing is stuck in the door, and you have never recruited thieves?"

"No," Sun Wenqu took the key and threw it on the table, "I can just cook a bowl of noodles or something today. I exercise too much in the afternoon and have no appetite."

"If you exercise too much, you should be so hungry that your eyes glow green." Fang Chi took off his earphones and put them on the table. When he took out his MP3 and was about to put it down, he glanced at Sun Wenqu again, "Don't record anything to me anymore. , I was shocked yesterday."

Sun Wenqu laughed: "Sesame, I think your songs are boring. I have quite a few good ones in my computer, you can pick and choose."

Fang Chi remembered Sun Wenqu's Gravity that day, as well as the English songs in the car, and shook his head: "I don't understand what you listened to, but I'm still bored."

"I'm trying to improve your taste," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "I really don't want to improve."

"You are very motivated," Fang Chi said casually, ready to go into the kitchen to cook noodles, "How about some cold salad..."

"You fucking say it again." Sun Wenqu's voice suddenly turned cold.

Fang Chi was stunned, and when he turned his head to look over, he found that Sun Wenqu's face was ugly. He was very confused, and he didn't know where he stepped on him again: "What's wrong?"

Sun Wenqu stared at him for a while, frowned and waved his hands: "It's nothing, cook the noodles."

Fang Chi made some brine casually, made a bowl of noodles and gave it to Sun Wenqu.

"I can't eat so much," Sun Wenqu looked at the noodles, "Did you cook according to your appetite?"

"No," Fang Chi turned around and went into the kitchen to take a small bowl, and picked out some noodles, "According to my appetite, there are two bowls, don't you say I don't have an appetite, I cut you half a bowl, that's all."

Sun Wenqu took a bite of the noodles: "Hey, your cooking skills are more than 800 times better than your cooking skills."

"I always eat noodles, and I can cook hundreds of bowls a year." Fang Chi said, bowing his head and eating up the even noodles.

"I don't get fat after eating so much," Sun Wenqu looked at him while eating, "Is it because he always walks and always runs for his life?"

"I don't run away all the time," Fang Chi said, "I run when I'm not training."

"Training? What are you practicing?" Sun Wenqu raised his eyebrows.