flying dog

Fang Chi watched Sun Wenqu for a long time, then turned around and went up to the second floor, and went to his grandfather's room to get his erhu.

Grandpa has always liked these things. There are several erhus and Jinghus, which are not used much now, but they are wiped and touched every day, and they are well maintained.

When he went downstairs with the erhu, he saw that Sun Wenqu was already sitting on the sofa, reclining, with his legs stretched out, this is what he saw every time he went to Sun Wenqu’s place Common posture.

At first glance, it seems that this person can hibernate without being too lazy to cover himself with a quilt.

But today is a little different, probably because I drank alcohol, I feel more energetic than usual, and I look... much more pleasing to the eye.

"You really know it?" Fang Chi handed over the erhu, still not convinced.

"Let me tell you, it's just these things that can pretend." Sun Wenqu took over the erhu, put it on his lap casually, and pulled two notes, "I know it."

Fang Chi didn't speak anymore, Sun Wenqu's posture was quite standard, at least in the eyes of laymen.

"Grandpa, you haven't played this erhu for half a year, right?" Sun Wenqu took out his mobile phone, "I have to tune the string first."

"It's been more than half a year, almost a year." Grandpa looked at him with a smile.

"The violin is pretty good," Sun Wenqu gently moved the bridge of the violin, and pressed the phone a few times, "But if you put it down, the leather will collapse..."

Sun Wenqu's mobile phone still has tuning software installed, and Fang Chi felt that his understanding of Sun Wenqu had been refreshed again.

After he adjusted the tune, sat up straight and pulled out a short piece of music, Fang Chi leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking at Sun Wenqu who was no longer nestled on the sofa like a snake.

"What does grandma want to hear?" Sun Wenqu sat on the wooden bench at home.

It's been a while since I've known Sun Wenqu, and this is the first time Fang Chi has seen him doing something seriously, seriously, and with the attitude of a normal person.

"I don't know, I usually listen to his grandpa talking nonsense." Grandma said with a smile.

"You can come to two paragraphs at will." Grandpa sat upright on the sofa.

"Then..." Sun Wenqu turned to look at Fang Chi, "Is there anything you want to hear?"

Fang Chi's knowledge of erhu was limited to "grandfather has erhu" and "grandfather sometimes plays erhu". When asked suddenly, he didn't know what to say.

"I don't understand either," Fang Chi held back for a long time, and tried to say, "Horse racing?"

"Hey," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Can you still talk about horse racing? Well, you know something, and if you really don't understand, you will definitely be able to hold back a second spring."

"I really don't understand." Fang Chi smiled.

"I haven't touched this thing for a year too..." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"Then it's easy." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, bowed his head and tried his voice a few times, and then said as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, let's race the horses."

Except for his grandfather, Fang Chi has never heard of other erhus. To be honest, his grandfather's erhu is very tricky, and his grandma probably likes to listen to it. Anyway, he has never heard it well.

In the past, I thought the erhu was meaningless, but when Sun Wenqu was silent for a while and suddenly pulled out the first sentence with a flick of his bow, he suddenly raised his head.

He said horse racing casually, and he can't remember where he heard it, but he knew that the song was very familiar and he had heard it in many places.

But it was the first time to see how the notes jumped out of the strings one by one at such a close distance, and it was the fingers of Sun Wenqu, who has always been carefree.

This feeling couldn't be summed up simply by surprise, he could only look at Sun Wenqu quietly, listening to this familiar piece but at this moment he had another feeling.

Sun Wenqu's fingers are very long, and when he presses the strings with his left hand, he attracts attention like a finger dance. In the middle of the melody, he throws away the bow, and moves the index finger of his right hand up and down the strings. The sound popped out, and Fang Chi's eyes followed his fingers uncontrollably.

This is the first time Fang Chi has listened to an erhu piece so seriously. Sometimes it is majestic and unrestrained, sometimes cheerful, and he can feel the strength and weakness of it.

Finally, when the song ended with the sound of a horse neighing, he hadn't recovered yet, and he clapped his hands quickly after hearing Grandpa's applause.

"I can't see it," Grandpa gave Sun Wenqu a thumbs up, "It's really not easy, young man."

"That's great!" Grandma said with a smile, "His grandfather probably won't play the erhu again in the future, he might as well be a classmate of the little bastard."

"He's not my classmate." Fang Chi sighed.

"Sweat me so nervous," Sun Wenqu smiled and tugged at his clothes, "I haven't sat so upright in years, my back is about to cramp."

"Let's play another song." Fang Chi said.

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu turned to look at him.

"It's... nice." Fang Chi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and raised his hand to rub his nose.

Sun Wenqu smiled, looked down at the piano, and seemed to be thinking about what song to play again. Just when Fang Chi thought he was going to fall asleep, he suddenly put down the piano.

"I..." Sun Wenqu's voice was a little low, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Stomach pain?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

"Is it strawberry wine?" Grandpa was also nervous.

"No, no, no," Sun Wenqu quickly waved his hands, "I guess I have a cold...I'll play with you when I have time."

"Go to bed early," said grandma, "the children in this city are delicate, they must have caught cold last night!"

Sun Wenqu chatted with his grandparents for a while, then took a change of clothes and went to take a shower.

Fang Chi went upstairs to his room, took out the quilt and put it away.

Based on his understanding of Sun Shuiqu's classmate, this person definitely didn't have a cold, he didn't even feel uncomfortable.

Fang Chi took his bedding and was about to take it to the living room downstairs when Sun Wenqu entered the room.

"Grandpa and grandma went to bed very early, I think they have gone back to the house?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Well, I got up before four o'clock in the morning," Fang Chi smiled, "what if I don't go to bed early."

"I just fell asleep at four o'clock," Sun Wenqu yawned, "Where are you going?"

"Go downstairs." Fang Chi said.

"Are you sleeping on the sofa?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, "The sofa in your house is too narrow, you will definitely roll off in the middle of the night when you sleep on it."

"I sleep well and don't move around." Fang Chi also glanced at him.

"Really?" Sun Wenqu smiled and closed his eyes.

"Do you think the bedding is enough? I'll get it for you if it's not enough." Fang Chi didn't answer his words, took his things and went downstairs.

Just after putting the bedding on the sofa downstairs, Sun Wenqu poked his head out from the top of the stairs: "Hey, Fang Xiaochi."

"Huh?" Fang Chi turned his head.

"Is there a roof outside the door of your house?" Sun Wenqu asked him.

"Yes, you just open the door and go out, there are chairs and tables." Fang Chi said.

"The actual situation of the deed of sale requires additional clauses," Sun Wenqu still poked his head, "Do you agree?"

Fang Chi looked at him and said nothing.

Sun Wenqu was amused: "Okay, the service contract needs to add terms according to the actual situation, do you agree?"

"Tell me." Fang Chi said.

"Come up and chat with me," Sun Wenqu whispered, "Isn't it killing me to sleep now?"

"Don't you have a cold?" Fang Chi squinted at him, "You need to rest quickly."

"What about the dignity of a slave owner?" Sun Wenqu patted his trousers and turned twice on the stairs. "You look for it, did it fall to your place?"

Fang Chi sighed, took his thermos and walked over: "Go up."

There is a rooftop on the second floor, which can be accessed from Fang Chi's room and the backyard. Its main function is to dry clothes and quilts, and to dry different vegetables according to the seasons, such as dried beans, cabbage, and bitter gourd.

Fang Chi put a set of wrought iron desks and chairs on the roof, but he rarely used them a few times a year. He died in the sun when he came back from summer vacation, and he died of freezing when he came back from winter vacation.

Sitting here with Sun Wenqu today is the most formal use.

"Your backyard is really a waste," Sun Wenqu leaned on the railing and looked down, "Such a big yard is used as a utility room."

"How can old men and old ladies in the countryside use it?" Fang Chi took a sip of hot tea, "It's always been like this."

"If this is my yard," Sun Wenqu pointed to the downstairs, "first clear the ground, plant a circle of grass, there, put a swing, put a shelf on it, and plant something that can climb vines."

Fang Chi didn't speak.

"Then you can plant flowers over there," Sun Wenqu continued to arrange, "You don't need flower pots, it's boring, just get a few tires and fill them with soil, and you don't need any good flowers, just small wild flowers, ones that bloom in large areas."

"Your house has a yard," Fang Chi said, "It's fine if you can't make it yourself."

Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue: "My yard is too small. Besides, I am too tired to do it myself. When I find such a big yard when I am free, I will ask a few people to get it for me."

"Aren't you free now?" Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu leaned on the railing and looked at him.

"If I'm going to say something wrong, just remind me," Fang Chi put his legs on the ground, and slid back with the chair, "Don't have a sudden convulsion."

Sun Wenqu laughed and sat next to him: "You're right, I'm just free."

"You draw, write, play erhu, etc. It takes a lot of time to learn these things," Fang Chi said, and after thinking about it, he added, "It's really awesome."

"Nice." Sun Wenqu sighed softly.

"Well, it takes a lot of time to learn any of these things." Fang Chi really admired him, "I didn't expect you to know so many things."

"So what?" Sun Wenqu smiled and leaned back on the chair, resting his hands on his arms.

"So what." Fang Chi turned his head to look at him.

"Child," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "You don't understand."

Fang Chi didn't speak, he really didn't understand what Sun Wenqu was thinking, maybe because of the different living environment, he couldn't understand why Sun Wenqu's life of doing nothing but thinking about everything was so depressing.

But... Maybe it's because of this that I feel boring, I can't find a direction to work hard.

"You really haven't been to work?" Fang Chi couldn't help asking again.

Sun Wenqu smiled for a long time: "Hey, it doesn't count, does it count as working after being thrown on the construction site by my dad for a few years?"

"Do you get paid?" Fang Chi asked, "No, do you work?"

"There's nothing for me to do," Sun Wenqu said.

"Then you really haven't worked," Fang Chi said, "You've been playing for 30 years, awesome."

"Envious?" Sun Wenqu took his cup and took a sip of tea, "Then let's change."

"Are... are you thirsty?" Fang Chi looked at him in surprise, then jumped up, "I'll bring you a cup."

"No need," Sun Wenqu grabbed his pants back, "I'll just take a sip."

"Hey, don't pull my pants." Fang Chi quickly pulled his pants, hesitated and sat down.

"He's quite a young man, he's startled. Do you have the guts?" Sun Wenqu said lazily, taking another sip from his cup.

"No, why don't you just take a sip without telling me?" Fang Chi stared at him.

"What's the matter, I just said a few words casually, is it two words? The boy barked at me twice, is it two? I just took a sip, is it one sip?" Sun Wenqu said unhurriedly He took another sip and said, "Your creditor took two sips of tea from you. It seems that it hurts your heart. It's not a good tea. Come to my place tomorrow and get two cans of good tea to compensate you. You can choose green tea, black tea or whatever."

"That's not what I meant." Fang Chi said in a muffled voice.

"Then what do you mean?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "Are you afraid that I might infect you? I'm not sick."

"You are not sick, you are crazy." Fang Chi said helplessly.

"Nerves are not contagious." Sun Wenqu replied very confidently, and took another sip from the cup.

Fang Chi jumped up again: "Me! Get you a cup!"

"No, I won't drink anymore." Sun Wenqu couldn't stop laughing.

"I'll get you a cup." Fang Chi walked towards the stairs.

Just two steps away, Sun Wenqu grabbed his arm. Just as he was about to shake off Sun Wenqu's hand, Sun Wenqu suddenly pulled him back with force.

Fang Chi staggered two steps, and was surprised to find that Sun Wenqu, who was too lazy to hibernate every day, was actually quite strong.

But before he finished being surprised, Sun Wenqu wrapped his arm around his neck and drew it back, sticking behind him.

Fang Chi suddenly felt the hairs all over his body springing up.

"You, what is it?" Sun Wenqu's voice sounded right next to his ears, "Do you hate me, or... are you afraid of me?"

The voice was very low, passing over his neck like a tickle, Fang Chi even felt Sun Wenqu's breath sweeping past his ears, at this moment he felt like a picture of a running bull in his mind, with the hoofs rattling Step on it.

"Tell me, why?" Sun Wenqu said softly, with a faint smile in his voice, "This young man is really strange."

When Fang Chi reacted and wanted to shake him off, Sun Wenqu suddenly let go of him, and sat back in the chair: "Go get the cup, do you want me a cup of hot chocolate?"

Fang Chi didn't turn his head and didn't speak. After a few seconds, he went down the stairs.

Sun Wenqu went into the room and took a small blanket and came out, leaned on the back of the chair and slid down, put his legs on another chair, covered the blanket, and closed his eyes.

The night wind in the mountains is cool, but I just took a shower and covered myself with a blanket, so I still feel comfortable blowing like this.

The mountains here are different from the mountains on the previous construction site. The construction site is full of dirt hills, and the digging is usually ugly and dirty. When I go to bed at night, I can hear the voices of workers drinking, playing cards and chatting, which makes people irritated.

It is really a pleasure to relax and relax after two days of tiredness.

Fang Chi did not bring a cup, and of course there was no hot chocolate. Sun Wenqu estimated that he would not come up tonight, and maybe he would have to take the bus by himself tomorrow morning...

Sun Wenqu laughed a few times, took another sip of tea from Fang Chi's cup, stood up and prepared to go back to the room to lie down.

As soon as he stood up, he saw a small cloud of smoke floating up from the edge of the roof.

He walked over and looked down. Fang Chi was sitting on the steps in the backyard smoking a cigarette.

He didn't walk away, put his arms on the railing, and looked down at Fang Chi.

Looking at it from this angle, Fang Chi with a cigarette in his mouth is a little different from usual. Whether he is happy or angry, Fang Chi in normal times exudes simple vitality, which belongs to the kind of silly boy in his teens.

Now Fang Chi looked a little bored.

Sun Wenqu curled his lips in his heart, and didn't really bother him, so he became so distressed.

It's really unbearable to think about it.

After Fang Chi finished smoking a cigarette, he got up and went back to the house. Sun Wenqu yawned and went back to the house too.

The room was tidy and clean, but the furnishings were simple, a small wardrobe, an old desk, and a wooden bed.

Fang Chi should have lived in this room since he was a child. He walked to the desk, and there were a lot of dark and shallow paintings on the desk in a mess with a knife and a brush. of.

He took a pen out of his bag, sat down at the desk, found an open space, and slowly traced a dog.

While wondering whether to draw grandparents or draw Fang Chi, the door of the room was pushed open, and Fang Chi walked in with a small milk pot.

"Knock on the door," Sun Wenqu said, "what if I get naked."

Fang Chi didn't speak, came over and put the milk pot on the desk, and looked at the dog he drew again.

The hot chocolate in the milk pot is sprinkled with a layer of crushed peanuts.

"God, thank you, thank you so much, touched China," Sun Wenqu leaned over and took a deep breath, almost buried his face in the pot, "I thought you were asleep."

Fang Chi still didn't speak, turned around and walked out again, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, is that how I drink it?" Sun Wenqu asked towards the door.

Sun Wenqu took a look at the milk pot, sighed, got up, opened the door and ran downstairs.

Just as he was about to go to the kitchen to get a spoon, he saw Fang Chi walking in from the outside with a small spoon in his hand.

"Fang Chi," Sun Wenqu took the spoon, looked at Fang Chi who was about to turn his back to him and began to make the bedding on the sofa, "Then what...just now..."

Fang Chi's hands stopped.

"Sorry," Sun Wenqu cleared his throat, "I'm just..."

"I know," Fang Chi said in a muffled voice, "Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow, or I won't be able to make it to the third class."

"Good night then." Sun Wenqu said.

"Good night." Fang Chi responded.

Sun Wenqu went back upstairs, finished the hot chocolate with great enjoyment, went downstairs to the yard to wash and passed the sofa, and saw Fang Chi stepping on the ground with one leg on the ground, as if he had fallen asleep with his arms over his eyes.

The sofa is indeed a bit small, Fang Chi can't sleep on it.

Long arms and legs.

When Sun Wenqu walked to the yard, the kid was sleeping beside Chai Chai, and when he saw him coming, he wagged his tail.

Long arms and legs.

The night in the village is very quiet. There are no neon lights or street lights, but it is very bright. The moonlight and starlight sprinkle the roofs and roads in white.

Fang Chi's bed was a plank bed, which was a bit hard, and Sun Wenqu tossed and turned until midnight before falling asleep in a daze.

In the dream, I always felt sore all over my body, and I was so confused that I couldn’t tell whether it was the injuries caused by the fall or the bed was too hard.

pain!

pain!

It hurts!

When Sun Wenqu scrambled down the stairs, Fang Chi was a little dazed and wanted to go to the toilet, and was so frightened by his movement that he sat up.

"Damn it!" Sun Wenqu rushed over in shock, and shouted in a low voice, "You have mice in your house!"

"Ah," Fang Chi was still awake, "Yes."

"Still biting?" Sun Wenqu stared at him.

"Don't bite," Fang Chi also stared at him, "Didn't bite me."

"Wake up, okay!" Sun Wenqu pinched his chin, "A crazy mouse bit me!"