flying dog

This night was safe and sound, no little beasts, nothing that suddenly sprang out in the dark night, but Sun Wenqu knew it so well because he was basically tossed by the disturbing sleep of this group of people who somehow got together so well Didn't sleep all night.

It was easy to get confused for a while in the middle of the night, and not long after, he was woken up by people watching the sunrise. The screams and cheers echoed around the bridge, making Sun Wenqu's eyelids pop.

He didn't participate in the sunrise screaming event. When he got up, everyone had already returned to the camp and started making breakfast. Fang Chi gave him a box of American ginseng lozenges.

"It smells like eating wood," Sun Wenqu picked out one and swallowed it. "Does it work?"

"I don't know, I haven't eaten it," Fang Chi said, "I'm always preparing it for those beginners who have to climb after walking for two hours."

"Get out," Sun Wenqu gave him a sideways glance, "Do you know that I would have turned my back a long time ago if I let someone else talk to me like that?"

"You don't dare to turn against me now." Fang Chi took a box of milk and drank slowly.

"Yo, so sure?" Sun asked Qu Qu amused.

"Counting all of you now," Fang Chi looked at him, "You really can't leave, I'm the only one who can get you down."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything else. What Fang Chi said was basically the truth. This group of people seemed to be strong and strong, and some of them were veterans. No one can really drag him out.

"Ask him," Luo Peng squatted beside the fire, not knowing what was cooking, "How are your legs?"

"It's not bad, I don't feel anything," Sun Wenqu stretched his legs, "I feel a little sore, I guess I rolled."

"The activity will start," Luo Peng said. "Is it possible? I have to go a little further today. I climbed over the top of the mountain and went down from there."

"It's okay." Sun Wenqu yawned.

"Would you like something to drink?" Zhang Lin also squatted by the fire and scratched, "We just made..."

"Let's have a cup of coffee." Sun Wenqu said.

"You are so beautiful!" Zhang Lin yelled, "Aren't you awake yet!"

"Then what's there to drink, let me see." Sun Wenqu walked over and looked at it for a long time, feeling a little speechless.

There are two kinds of soups, one sweet and one salty, the sweet one is corn grain egg soup, and the salty one is ham sausage egg soup, all of which are left over from the barbecue last night.

Although he is used to having soup for breakfast, he still decided not to drink such an unpredictable soup.

There were bread and biscuits in the bag, and he took out two bags and sat on a big rock beside him, gnawing on them.

After eating half of it, I suddenly smelled a certain fragrance, the rich sweetness, which made people feel empty in the stomach and urgently needed to eat.

He looked around at the people, and it seemed that they were all drinking leftover soup. Ma Liang was still eating vigorously, with a mouthful of soup and bread, his nose was blushing with happiness.

He stood up unwillingly and walked slowly. When he came to Fang Chi's side, he suddenly found the source of this beautiful fragrance - the small thermos placed by Fang Chi's feet.

"You are..." Sun Wenqu reached out to pick up the pot to have a look.

Fang Chi quickly took the pot away: "The nose is very good, it can drive mountains."

"What's driving the mountain?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, and found that Fang Chi was holding the lid of the pot in his hand as a cup. When he saw the half cup inside, Sun Wenqu immediately confirmed that what this kid was drinking was actually hot chocolate !

"When our villagers go hunting in the mountains, they always take dogs with them to help pick up the prey." Fang Chi took a sip of hot chocolate and said unhurriedly, "That kind of dog is called driving a mountain dog. It’s chasing mountain dogs.”

"Give me a cup." Sun Wenqu's love for sweets is usually at its peak in the early morning, and he directly ignored Fang Chi's explanation.

"You don't want to drink their soup?" Fang Chi took another sip.

"Hurry up," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "Don't force me to compete with the kids for food."

"Go get a cup," Fang Chi sighed, "You don't want to drink from a pot, do you?"

When Sun Wenqu turned to get the cup, Fang Chi added in a low voice: "Keep a low profile."

It's right to be low-key, otherwise you will definitely be robbed, Sun Wenqu brought two cups over, and whispered: "Give your Uncle Liangzi a cup too."

Fang Chi poured him two cups from the thermos, and he took a cup to Ma Liang, and sat back beside Fang Chi again. This time, eating bread again, the feeling was completely different, almost a kind of trembling happiness feel.

"You actually have such a thing." Sun Wenqu said with emotion.

"I bring it every time," Fang Chi shook the pot, "I get up in the morning and cook it to replenish energy and give me a sense of accomplishment of 'you see, I am the only one who is the most professional'."

Sun Wenqu laughed for a while after hearing his words: "Children."

The work of packing up the camp and setting off is probably the most irritating part of the whole process. I feel that no matter how I pack it, I can’t get it back to the original state. Obviously there are fewer things, but the bag seems to have become smaller.

Fang Chi and the team leader put all the garbage in the camp into garbage bags, and when they returned to the mountain road, there were trash cans to throw away. When they turned around, they saw Sun Wenqu kicking his bag, and Ma Liang was beside him I can't laugh.

Fang Chi sighed, walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing," Sun Wenqu stretched his arms, "I can go now, I don't need this bag."

"Look...see you," Ma Liang said to Fang Chi while laughing, "This is called defeat, prodigal stuff."

Fang Chi glanced at Sun Wenqu's bag, and guessed that the reason for Sun Wenqu's anger was that the sleeping bag couldn't be folded back to its original size after being opened, and couldn't be put back in the bag.

He walked over and took out the contents of the bag, folded them tightly again, and put them all back into the bag.

I ate all the food I brought yesterday, so the bag was a lot lighter. Fang Chi took the bag and weighed it, then took some things from it and stuffed it into his bag.

"Okay." He threw the bag at Sun Wenqu's feet.

"Filial piety." Ma Liang gave him a thumbs up.

Sun Wenqu looked at him, said nothing, and put his bag on his back.

The next journey is easier than yesterday's uphill, one is that the things are lighter, and the other is that the road is a little smoother.

Sun Wenqu didn't feel much of the injury on his leg, but his body was a little sore, and he didn't know if it was from a fall or from climbing a few hours yesterday.

"Is it heavy, put some things here with me." Li Bowen kept walking side by side with him.

"No need." Sun Wenqu said.

"...Ask him," Li Bowen hesitated and whispered, "Are you mad at me? I'm too careless to notice, oh..."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, but walked forward with his head buried.

"Ask him," Li Bowen continued with some embarrassment, "When we go back..."

"Is this really your first time here?" Sun Wenqu asked suddenly.

"Huh? Ah," Li Bowen was taken aback, "Yes, it's the first time."

"Then how do you know that the sunset at the camp looks like a giant screen?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"Did I say it?" Li Bowen looked at him in confusion, Sun Wenqu ignored him, he thought for a long time before laughing again, "Hey, I seem to have said that, didn't you just look at the photos, someone else came The photos I took when I was doing the guide, I saw them, they were so shocking...you didn't get up in the morning to see the sunrise..."

"There will be opportunities in the future." Sun Wenqu smiled.

It didn't take long to reach the top of the mountain, and the scenery changed again. The mist in the valley was like a layer of veil, gathering and dispersing with the wind, and the farmland and huts in the valley between opening and closing faded in and out like a slide.

A group of people took pictures at the top of the mountain for a while, and then started to descend.

"The road down the mountain is often taken by people. The road is better, but it is easier to fall down the mountain," Fang Chi confessed, and then glanced at Zhao He, "Put one foot firmly before lifting the other."

"Oh." Zhao He nodded quickly.

The road down the mountain is indeed much easier. There are no slippery stones or tangled roots. It is just an ordinary mountain path. Occasionally, some fellow villagers pass by on motorcycles, but because it is a downhill road with many , Step on the gravel and fall to the ground.

Sun Wenqu was okay, but he staggered twice and was grabbed by Fang Chi, and the others fell more beautifully.

When Ma Liang was wrestling, a fellow riding a motorcycle passed by, laughing so hard that he almost fell off the car.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was already noon. Everyone was exhausted from the day and night, and they didn't eat in the village, so they planned to drive directly back to the city.

Sun Wenqu followed the others to throw things into the car, and suddenly felt a little lost. The bustling, tiring and falling trip ended abruptly, and when he got home, he returned to the usual feeling of not being able to step on anything. In the empty days.

boring.

He yawned and leaned against the car to watch Fang Chi and the team leader talking.

After saying a few words, the team leader nodded, patted Fang Chi on the shoulder, and Fang Chi turned and walked towards the village.

"Why did he go?" Sun Wenqu raised his chin at Fang Chi's side and asked the team leader.

"Go home," the team leader smiled, "don't go with our car."

"Aren't you going back to the city?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, hesitated for a while, took out his cell phone and dialed Fang Chi's number.

Fang Chi only walked ten or so steps, and Sun Wenqu could hear the ringing of his cell phone. He took out his cell phone and looked at it, then turned his head and frowned to look at Sun Wenqu.

"Take it." Sun Wenqu called out.

"No," Fang Chi felt helpless, "what are you doing?"

"Aren't you going back to the city?" Sun Wenqu held the phone, while Fang Chi's phone was still ringing.

"No," Fang Chi hung up the phone and walked back, "I'm staying at my grandpa's house tonight."

"Then who will cook for me?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "I have an injury all over my body, so I have to get my own food when I go back, and I still have a lot of clothes to wash..."

"Why don't you eat with Uncle Liangzi first," Fang Chi sighed, "I haven't seen my grandpa for a long time, this time I picked up the guide because I wanted to come here."

"You think Liangzi is as busy as I am," Sun Wenqu frowned, a little depressed, "There are a lot of things in the shop, and the wife has not seen her for two days, so she must be bored for a while."

"Then you order a takeaway first." Fang Chi thought for a while, "Didn't you have a takeaway menu before?"

"No." Sun Wenqu answered very simply.

"Then what do you think, I have to have a rest even if I sell my body?" Fang Chi looked at him.

At first, I thought that Sun Wenqu should get angry again, but after hearing this, Sun Wenqu just kept silent for a while and then waved: "Okay, you can go back to accompany your grandparents."

"I'll go back and bring you some special products." Fang Chi said.

"I've said it twice, why don't you give it to me now." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Can you get it? I'll get it for you tomorrow." Fang Chi looked at his leg, "Remember to change the dressing on this leg when you go back, so you don't need to wrap it up anymore."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, but waved again.

Fang Chi turned around and left. He told his grandfather that he was going down the mountain at noon and went home for dinner. At this moment, the old man and the lady are probably waiting impatiently.

But when he walked into the entrance of the village, he couldn't help but look back when he thought of Sun Wenqu's appearance just now.

The things of those people were thrown into the car in a mess. Sun Wenqu half sat and half leaned on the front of the car, his eyes staring in a daze.

For some reason, Fang Chi suddenly remembered what Sun Wenqu said, how lonely.

Fang Chi stopped.

Sun Wenqu has never been easy to describe. At first contact, he felt that his life was a mess, and he didn’t care about anything. When his temper came up, he didn’t control it at all. …

A young master who is lazy like a snake egg, has no worries about money, only worries about a boring life, and whose mental development is far behind his age.

But occasionally he will make people suddenly feel surprised, such as that picture, such as the Q version of Mr. Huang and the shit-shoveling officer, such as now, a little lonely outside of the excitement.

Fang Chi took out his mobile phone and dialed Sun Wenqu's number.

Sun Wenqu lowered his head to look at his phone, but didn't look this way, and picked up the phone directly: "I don't pay much attention to my meals, just the casual farm food yesterday is very, very good."

Fang Chi was stunned when he heard this, and it took him a long time before he said, "You knew I was going to ask you to come over for dinner?"

"Otherwise, why are you calling?" Sun Wenqu laughed, "Do you think it's very pitiful to look at me?"

"You..." Fang Chi was speechless.

"Is there a feeling of having fun playing with me?" Sun Wenqu said.

"You still know the way, come here by yourself," Fang Chi turned and continued to walk to grandpa's house, "but remind you, you can only take the shuttle bus back after eating."

"Tie up your dog!" Sun Wenqu immediately added.

"Oh." Fang Chi hung up the phone and looked back. Sun Wenqu was no longer leaning against the front of the car lonely, and was talking to Ma Liang.

installed?

Fang Chi clicked his tongue, not believing it.

When Sun Wenqu stepped into the yard, there was no one in the yard. Just as he was about to shout out, the boy rushed out from the side and sat down in front of him.

"Fang Chi!" He yelled quickly.

"Go away, kid!" Grandma ran out of the kitchen, "This is your brother's guest!"

"Grandma, I'm here again for lunch." Sun Wenqu greeted with a smile.

"You're welcome, come every day," grandma said with a smile, "his grandpa has gone to pick vegetables, please sit down for a while, and eat right away."

"Don't worry, I'm not too hungry." Sun Wenqu said.

"You go to the backyard to play, the backyard goes down to the river, don't you people in the city like this, stand by the river for a while, look at the water, look at the mountains, and sigh a few words," grandma waved the shovel in her hand, "go Well, the little bastard is also behind."

Sun Wenqu walked into the house. The house of Fang Chi's grandparents was no different from ordinary rural houses, with concrete floors, white and gray walls, and simple furnishings, and it was obvious that they were all old furniture.

Passing through the house, the yard at the back is similar. There are some farm tools and sundries piled up. There is a polished wooden recliner with a thick woolen cushion and a small quilt on it. It is probably the place where grandparents bask in the sun. .

Fang Chi was not in the backyard, but by the river.

Sun Wenqu walked slowly over and saw that he was cleaning his shoes.

"So diligent." Sun Wenqu went to the river and sat down.

"I didn't have to be so diligent," Fang Chi turned to look at him, "Because you fell so beautifully, I made you dirty when you came up."

"Thank you," Sun Wenqu smiled, and looked at his shoes again, "If the old shoes are dirty, they will be dirty."

"It's not that big of a deal," Fang Chi glanced at his shoes. Sun Wenqu's shoes were scuffed with mud and moss, which made his heart ache. After rubbing it twice, "If I was wearing your shoes, I would have cried if I made it like this."

"As for it," Sun Wenqu was amused, and after thinking about it, he asked again, "How much pocket money do you have every month?"

"Is it the one given at home?" Fang Chi asked.

"Nonsense, isn't it the kind given by the family or the kind cheated with Fang Ying?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"No." Fang Chi said.

"No?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes. To be honest, what Fang Chi wears, including the earphones, are not cheap, "Then how much do you cheat with Fang Ying every month?"

Fang Chi frowned and looked at him without speaking.

"Okay, I know you haven't lied to anyone before," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue twice, "Then you want to say that you are usually responsible for your expenses?"

"Well," Fang Chi lowered his head and continued to polish his shoes, "Except for tuition, you can do everything else yourself."

"Do you have a bad relationship with your parents?" Sun Wenqu turned his head to look at him.

"No, it's pretty good," Fang Chi said, "It's just that I don't talk so much with my grandparents."

"Then why...don't give you money?" Sun Wenqu couldn't understand.

"Because I have." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu opened his mouth and said nothing, Fang Chi's answer sounded very reasonable and irrefutable.

"Grandpa and grandma don't give it either? So they hurt you." Sun Wenqu still didn't fully understand.

"They don't have any spare money to give me," Fang Chi smiled, "and they think that the school will cover everything after paying the tuition fees. They don't need to spend money on food, accommodation, and school uniforms."

Sun Wenqu looked at him, and it took him a long time before he said, "A good young man who is constantly striving for self-improvement."

"Let's go," Fang Chi wiped his shoes, put them on and stood up, "The boy is here to ask us to eat."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and saw the dog galloping towards him, and stood up quickly in fright, "Oh, I just fell into the river after hitting this one."

Fang Chi stopped the boy and teased him to walk back.

Sun Wenqu followed slowly, the sun was shining at noon, making people a little lazy, he yawned, and looked at the person and dog in front of him.

Fang Chi quite surprised him. A boy in his teens, who was living on his own, seemed to be living a pretty good life.

"Hey, when did your family stop giving you pocket money?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"High school," Fang Chi turned his head, "Why do you keep asking this?"

"Just ask." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"You..." Fang Chi hesitated for a long time before carefully expressing his question, "Did you never work?"

"No." This topic made Sun Wenqu suddenly feel a little bored, the smile on his face disappeared, and he walked back to the backyard sullenly, and then said again, "Actually, it's about the same."

The food is not ready yet, probably because Fang Chi came back and brought friends, the old man prepared a lot of dishes, there must be a big table.

Sun Wenqu couldn't help, and to be honest, he didn't know how to help, so he fell down on the reclining chair in the backyard, covered himself with a small quilt, closed his eyes and swayed slowly.

"You may only be able to catch the three o'clock bus after eating at this speed," Fang Chi said while gnawing on a persimmon, "If it's later..."

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu shook his head very relaxedly, "if you can't make it, then you can't make it, if you can't make it today, you can make it tomorrow."

Fang Chi choked: "What did you say?"