flying dog

Fang Chi felt that if he didn't pay attention, he would experience Sun Wenqu's childish unreasonableness, such as robbing Mr. Huang, throwing away the meal if he didn't stay for dinner, forcibly being a guest for dinner, for example now... Hearing this, it's a lot like forcing him to stay overnight the meaning of?

"What do you mean?" Fang Chi swallowed the persimmon, wiped his mouth and looked at him.

"It means that maybe I will live here tonight," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and pulled the quilt on his lap, shaking it gently on the recliner. You come here to rent a house..."

"Grandpa!" Fang Chi suddenly shouted.

Sun Wenqu was startled, and opened his eyes: "I'm an elder again?"

Fang Chi walked quickly to the kitchen in the front yard: "Cook quickly! There are two more dishes to stop cooking—I won't be able to catch the bus when I'm late—"

"Oh," Sun Wenqu couldn't hold back his joy, "Is there anyone like you! Now you are a converted serf and sing."

The grandparents were not worried at all about Sun Wenqu having to stay at home if he couldn't catch the bus, and insisted on cooking all the dishes that had been planned.

Same as yesterday, they are all ordinary farm dishes, but there are several more.

Sun Wenqu had a great time eating. Farmhouse dishes basically don’t need to be flavored with essence of chicken, essence of duck, essence of fish, essence of black bear, and essence of white bone.

Probably because I met my grandson, and the grandson brought some friends along. The grandparents were very happy and talked a lot, and they kept bringing food to Sun Wenqu.

After a meal, Sun Wenqu felt that sitting on a chair was a difficult movement, so he could only stand.

Fang Chi finished clearing the dining table, went back to the yard and squinted at him for a while without saying a word.

"Did you miss the three o'clock bus?" Sun Wenqu supported the pile of firewood next to him, rubbed his stomach with one hand, and smiled brightly.

"It's okay," Fang Chi also smiled, "There are buses at four o'clock and five o'clock, every hour, until seven o'clock in the evening."

"Why are you like this?" Sun Wenqu frowned, "I'll stay here for a night, so what's the matter with you losing your hair?"

"No hair loss," Fang Chi also frowned, "You are so difficult to serve, I'm afraid you will torment me again."

"What can I do?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Look," Fang Chi pointed to the house, "My house is an old house, and the house is not enough..."

"I'll sleep on the sofa, or the recliner in the backyard." Sun Wenqu immediately said.

"The bedding is old..."

"It doesn't matter."

"It's not convenient to take a shower, you have to burn it yourself..."

"It's all right."

"Maybe my legs itch at night, a big cockroach..."

"I fell asleep without tickling."

Fang Chi stopped talking.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak any more, leaning on the courtyard door and looking out, the kid ran over and squatted beside his lap without him noticing.

"You..." Fang Chi stood for a while and sighed, "Then if you really don't want to go back..."

Sun Wenqu suddenly turned around and walked up to him, whispering in his ear, "You're kidding."

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"Can you catch the four o'clock bus?" Sun Wenqu stretched his waist and walked to the backyard.

"Yes." Fang Chi looked at his back.

"Let's go, take me there." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi stood still, and Sun Wenqu didn't look at him. He went to the backyard to get his bag, said hello to his grandparents and left the courtyard gate, and walked to the entrance of the village on his own.

"Why don't you send the canal! Does he know where to wait for the bus!" Grandma came over and patted Fang Chi on the arm.

"Oh." Only then did Fang Chi regain his senses, and hurried out to chase after him.

Sun Wenqu had an injury on his leg, although it wasn't serious, he had been moving slowly all day, but now he was walking quite fast, like he was on a hot wheel, Fang Chi chased him out It was then that he was almost out of the path outside the door.

"Wait a minute," Fang Chi ran to his side, "I'll borrow a three-wheeler to take you out."

"Is it very far?" Sun asked him and glanced at him.

"You have to walk a while out of the village entrance, and the road is not easy," Fang Chi said, "I'll take you by car."

"Oh." Sun Wenqu didn't say anything else, threw the bag on the ground, and sat on a bluestone slab by the side of the road.

"You wait here for me," Fang Chi walked back, intending to borrow a car from Uncle Zhang's house, but with Sun Wenqu's temperament, he was a little uncertain about his state at this moment, "Don't go by yourself, it will be troublesome if you get lost. "

Sun Wenqu responded, but didn't speak or look at him.

Fang Chi turned his head and walked a few steps before stopping. He glanced at Sun Wenqu, who was still sitting like that, looking at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

He turned around and ran towards Uncle Zhang's house.

To be honest, Sun Wenqu's behavior made him a little bit at a loss as to what to do.

In fact, it's no big deal for Sun Wenqu to spend the night at his house, and he wouldn't hesitate to change someone, just stay the night.

But when he thought that the only room in the house where he could sleep in another person was his room with a single bed, he suddenly felt that everything was wrong.

Sun Wenqu heard Fang Chi's footsteps disappear, then glanced in the direction he was running away, and leaned against the wall behind him.

This place is near the entrance of the village, and many villagers pass by in the afternoon, go to chat under the big tree at the entrance of the village, and they will take a look at him when they see him.

He felt a little suffocated.

After a few minutes, a group of chickens passed by and stopped to look at him.

He clicked his tongue and raised his leg. The chicken ran away, and before it could put its legs down, another dog came.

"I..." Sun Wenqu felt helpless, when he wanted to stand up and walk away, he found that it was Fang Chi's dog, "Boy?"

After he called out, the boy came and sat in front of him.

"No," Sun Wenqu looked at it inexplicably, "Your brother asked you to look at me again?"

The kid tilted his head.

"Does your brother think that my self-care ability is negative?" Sun Wenqu said.

The kid turned his head away, and he didn't bother to talk anymore, just stared at the back of the dog's head in a daze.

A few minutes later, Fang Chi came back, but he didn't see the car.

"No car?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

"You..." Fang Chi stood in front of him, seemingly hesitant, "Are you..."

"What," Sun Wenqu took out his phone to check the time, "If I don't leave now, do I have to catch the five o'clock bus?"

"Don't you want to go home?" Fang Chi asked.

"Who said," Sun Wenqu said, "Going home is like an arrow, swish."

"My grandfather's accommodation is not very good," Fang Chi squatted down, "If you really don't want to go back, and you don't mind making do with it..."

"Whoosh." Sun Wenqu said it again.

Fang Chi sighed, got up and went to pick up his bag, kicked the boy on the buttocks: "Go."

Sun Wenqu sat without moving: "Whoosh..."

"Hurry up!" Fang Chi shouted back.

Sun Wenqu finally stood up and followed behind him slowly: "Do you have to boil water yourself when taking a bath?"

"No," Fang Chi said, "there is a water heater at home."

"I sleep on the sofa?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"You sleep on my bed." Fang Chi replied.

"What about you?" Sun Wenqu continued to ask.

"Never mind, I have a place to sleep." Fang Chi said.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "I thought you were squeezing with me."

Fang Chi turned his head suddenly, frowned and stared at him: "Do you want to take the five o'clock bus?"

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not interested in you, even if I am..." Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, "It's not difficult to find someone who is similar."

Fang Chi didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the village.

"Hey, hey," Sun Wenqu hurriedly pulled him back, "What are you doing, can you be kidding me?"

"Are you joking?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"Okay, I won't talk about it," Sun Wenqu sighed, "It's not a joke."

"I can't bear to be teased." Fang Chi glanced at him, and walked forward at a faster pace.

Grandpa and grandma welcomed Sun Wenqu's return very much. As soon as grandma heard that he was going to stay at night, she immediately jumped up and went to tidy up Fang Chi's room.

"We are usually just two old people. It is rare for young people to come." Grandpa said with a smile, "We will be very happy when Xiao Chi comes back. We will be even happier if there is another one. I will make you something delicious tonight. "

"Why don't you eat hot pot?" Sun Wenqu said, he was a little embarrassed after the two old people had to work for two meals, "Cook some mushrooms or something, it's delicious."

"All right," grandpa nodded with a smile, "get some more fish."

"I still think about mushrooms." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu looked at him and smiled.

Grandpa put a net in the river to catch fish, and said that there should be fish, and he wanted to get them. Sun Wenqu became interested when he heard this: "I will go too."

"It's quite far," Fang Chi said aside, "Don't go."

"How far can that go!" Grandpa said, "You guys can't walk in half an hour?"

"This young man has a leg injury," Fang Chi said, "Yesterday he went to Yingtou and rolled into a ditch."

"It's not serious, I don't feel anything now." Sun Wenqu kicked his legs.

Fang Chi saw the expression on his face that he had to go, and didn't bother to argue with him anymore, so he found medicine to re-sterilize his wound. It seemed that the wound was not deep, and it was not as ugly as yesterday after a night.

"Go," Fang Chi said, pointing at him and saying to his grandfather, "You watch him a little bit, spoiled, he used to be the young master of the landlord's family, don't let him fall again."

The eldest son of the landlord's family seemed to be in a good mood and followed his grandfather to go out to get fish.

Fang Chi sat in the yard and took the chairs at home to repair them. The legs of several chairs were loose, and they swayed when sitting. Grandma always thought that the chairs she bought were not as strong as the ones my father used to make.

"I saved the money you brought home for you last time." Grandma sat beside him picking vegetables, "Don't keep giving us the money, your grandpa and I don't need it, and besides, there is no exam now. Are you busy reviewing?"

"Well, I have to review when I go back." Fang Chi nodded.

"It doesn't matter whether you pass the exam or not. Look at the grandson of the old Chen family. After entering college, he came back to farm." Grandma patted him on the arm, "Just be healthy."

"He came back to start a business," Fang Chi smiled, "It's different."

"It's all farming, what's the difference," said grandma, "I'm in good health, and I don't have any diseases or disasters."

"Well," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I'm in good health."

After re-reinforcing several chairs, and chatting with grandma for a while, the young master of the landlord's family came back, holding two fish in his hand, and one of them weighed two or three catties.

"Isn't this a fish in the river?" Fang Chi was stunned, "So big?"

"I don't know, I'm on the Internet when I get online," Sun Wenqu was overjoyed, "Your grandpa said that it probably leaked from the upper reaches, I'm really a lucky star."

"Upstream?" Fang Chi looked at his grandfather who was following behind, "Isn't that the fish pond of old man Jiang's house?"

"It should be." Grandpa was also cheerful.

"Don't let him know, you two are going to fight again." Fang Chi clicked his tongue twice.

"Fight?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, and looked at his grandfather, "Are the two old men fighting?"

"Well, it's still a real fight." Fang Chi said.

"He can't beat me." Grandpa straightened his back and took the fish from Sun Wenqu's hand into the kitchen.

It is much easier to eat hot pot for dinner. Grandpa put a stove in the house, put a pot on it, and cook all kinds of ingredients in the pot, and the work is done.

It's a little cold at night, so it's just right to eat like this. Sitting on a small stool around the stove, eating is like squatting to eat, which is very interesting.

But Sun Wenqu was a little worried, and looked up at the roof: "This smoke won't give the ceiling to..."

Looking at the black ash on the ceiling, he didn't say any more.

"It's not that particular," Grandma said, "If it's dark, it'll be white."

Grandpa took a Coke bottle and put it on the ground: "Have a drink?"

"What wine?" Sun Wenqu picked it up, opened it, and smelled it, "Is this home brewed?"

"Strawberry wine," Grandpa brought over four more large teacups, "Try it, it's not bad."

"Okay," Sun Wenqu immediately took the glass and stretched it out in front of his grandfather, "I haven't had strawberry wine yet."

"I don't have stomach pain medicine at home." Fang Chi said immediately.

"My stomach hurts after drinking miscellaneous," Sun Wenqu said, "It's okay to try a cup."

Fang Chi didn't speak any more. Grandpa poured half a glass for Sun Wenqu: "I don't know if I can get used to it."

"I'm used to drinking it. I also stayed in the mountains for three years and drank a lot of local wine." Sun Wenqu took a sip after he finished speaking. As soon as he swallowed it, he suddenly felt that he couldn't explain it, and his face wrinkled. liquor……"

"Are you cool?" Fang Chi asked.

"It's so cool," Sun Wenqu hurriedly picked up a root fungus from the pot and stuffed it into his mouth, "Hey, this energy doesn't even touch strawberries!"

Seeing him like this, grandpa and grandma couldn't stop laughing, so they brought him another pile of vegetables.

This wine is indeed the wine with the most magical taste that Sun Wenqu has ever drunk. Apart from the name of strawberry wine, it has nothing to do with strawberries. From the color to the taste, it is completely the kind of home-brewed wine. Take a sip Straight to the head of the strong local wine.

After drinking this half cup, my body became hot immediately, and the place where I was dropped before did not feel sore.

"This wine cow." Sun Wenqu gave a thumbs up and said to his grandfather.

"Have some more?" Grandpa immediately reached for the bottle.

"Don't, don't, don't..." Sun Wenqu quickly waved his hand, took the cup and put it aside, "I won't come, if I don't finish this meal, I'll have to get down."

The meal was almost finished, and a few people chatted while eating or not. The grandparents didn't talk much, but they were very happy, and the main content of the conversation was to persuade them to eat.

The boy in the yard yelled, and then he heard the yard door being pushed open, and someone came in: "Old man, I brought you the jar you asked for last time."

"Uncle Zhang!" Fang Chi stood up as soon as he heard it, and shouted outside, "We are eating in the house, can we eat together?"

"I've eaten," a middle-aged man came in with a jar in his hand. When he saw Sun Wenqu, he said with a smile, "Are there any guests?"

"Fang Chi's classmate is called Sun Shuiqu," grandma also said with a smile, "it's not counted as a guest, he's an acquaintance."

"Yes." Sun Wenqu suppressed a smile.

"Ask what?" Grandma looked at him.

"Don't ask anything." Fang Chi patted her on the shoulder.

Grandpa chatted with Uncle Zhang. After Uncle Zhang left, Fang Chi went to grandma and said, "Grandma, Sun Shuiqu is not my classmate."

"Revenge, you." Sun Wenqu laughed on the sidelines.

"Not a classmate?" Grandma was stunned, and turned to stare at Sun Wenqu, "Aren't you his classmate?"

"No," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I'm him..."

"Speak well to me." Fang Chi immediately answered and stared at him.

"Friend," Sun Wenqu laughed, "Grandma, I'm his friend, not a classmate, do I look like I'm 18?"

"Like," Grandma nodded, "You look a little more stupid than him?"

After eating, Fang Chi packed all his things into the kitchen. Grandpa took out the cigarette stick and lit it. He leaned back on the chair and took a puff comfortably: "It's a beautiful day."

"Satisfied and happy." Fang Chi smiled.

"Come." Grandpa handed the cigarette stick to Fang Chi.

Sun Wenqu watched in surprise.

"No," Fang Chi shook his head, "I quit, and you smoke less."

"You didn't either..." Sun Wenqu remembered that Fang Chi was still smoking on the mountain, but Fang Chi glared at him before he finished speaking, and he smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up without further words.

"I'm an old man now, I don't care about these things anymore, I've grown old in the past few years," my grandfather said slowly, smoking a cigarette, "Maybe in two years, I won't be able to fight Lao Jiang."

"Stop fighting," Fang Chi frowned, "You two go apply for a world record, the opponent who has fought the longest has fought for a lifetime."

"Just annoy him, and always look after your grandma when you have nothing to do." Grandpa tapped the leg of the table with the cigarette stick.

"Hey, shameless," the grandma yelled, "What are you talking about in front of the child, he's so shameless that he can't even read a book, he almost can't see who he is looking at. "

Sun Wenqu laughed so hard that he almost sat down on the ground. This kind of conversation is really rare for him. There is no such conversation in his family. He rarely sees it even for the elderly. They all respect each other as guests and live three feet above the ground.

"Look, let the children laugh." Grandpa said.

"Is that laughing at me!" Grandma glared at him.

"I'm really old." Grandpa sighed. "When your grandma was so angry with me before, I would play a little bit to cheer her up. Now my hands are shaking."

"I really like to listen to it. I haven't listened to it for a long time," Fang Chi said with a smile, "It's not that your hands are shaking. You are embarrassed to pull your hands because they are raw."

Grandpa smiled and didn't speak.

"Playing the piano? What kind of piano?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Erhu," Grandma said, "You young people don't like to listen to that, but the little bastard still flatters his grandpa and says he likes to listen to it."

"Erhu?" Sun Wenqu smiled, "I like to listen to it too."

"Don't follow me." Grandma patted him.

However, Fang Chi was not surprised when he heard these words. He felt that it was not surprising that he liked the erhu just because of the calligraphy and painting level of Sun Wenqu.

"I'm serious," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "Grandpa, your piano is not broken, I've troubled you for two days, why don't I play a part for you."

"You will? That's good!" Grandpa immediately became interested, "Xiao Chi, go and get my erhu."

"No," Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu incredulously, "Are you really fake?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm thick-skinned while I'm drinking."