flying dog

In the middle of the night, sleeping soundly, Sun Wenqu rushed down with a face of horror, raised his hand and said that his finger had been bitten by a mouse, if the boy hadn't yelled a few times in the yard, Fang Chi really felt that he was still in a dream.

"What's going on?" He turned on the light and saw a small bead of blood on the tip of Sun Wenqu's index finger. He was stunned and grabbed Sun Wenqu's hand, "Rat bite?"

"Ah!" Sun Wenqu suppressed his voice, "Yes! Your rat!"

Fang Chi didn't speak, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the yard, pinched his fingers and began to squeeze hard.

Sun Wenqu felt a pain in his fingers, and blood gushed out from the wound on his fingertips. He took a breath and frowned: "Damn it, a mouse bite doesn't even hurt me this much!"

Fang Chi ignored him, squeezed a few more times, then pulled him to the faucet, turned on the water and continued to squeeze, and finally got a small basin of soapy water to rinse the wound.

"No," Sun Wenqu grinned, "is it necessary to be so exaggerated?"

"I don't know, I read it before and said that it should be cleaned for at least 15 minutes," Fang Chi glanced at him, "Go back and get vaccinated early tomorrow morning."

"What kind of vaccine?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Ask the doctor, you can ask the doctor if there is a vaccine for mad mice." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu smiled, but the pain in his fingertips made him quickly stop smiling: "It's okay, I feel like I'm going to lose too much blood."

After cleaning and disinfecting with alcohol for almost half an hour, Fang Chi returned his finger to Sun Wenqu.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu put his numb hands on the sofa, "You are much more capable than a mouse."

"Go to sleep," Fang Chi looked at his phone, "I have to get up in an hour, catch the earliest bus."

"Oh." Sun Wenqu responded, pulled the small quilt on the sofa and covered himself, turned over and closed his eyes.

Fang Chi stood beside the sofa in a daze for a while before asking, "You sleep here?"

"Otherwise," Sun Wenqu covered himself in the quilt and said, "Should I go up and feed the mice?"

"Then I'll go to sleep." Fang Chi wanted to get his bedding, but Sun Wenqu took up all the quilt and pillows, so he had no choice but to turn around and go upstairs.

"Hey, tell me," Sun Wenqu raised his head, "Will the mice come down and bite me?"

"Are you so delicious?" Fang Chi looked at him a little bit dumbfounded.

"Then who knows," Sun Wenqu looked at his hands, "I feel quite tender."

Fang Chi was silent for a few seconds, and then whistled lightly. Before Sun Wenqu could react, the kid had already opened the door of the living room and ran in, wagging his tail with a cheerful look.

"What are you doing?" Sun Wenqu was so frightened that he almost sat up.

"Boy, lie down," Fang Chi pointed to the ground, and the boy immediately lay down in front of the sofa. Fang Chi glanced at Sun Wenqu, "Sleep, good night."

Fang Chi went upstairs and returned to his room.

He has lived in this room since he was a child, and every time he enters the room, he will feel at ease, everything is familiar to him, he throws himself on the bed, every piece of furniture, every scratch, even the smell... smells delicious of?

He stretched his arms, pulled the quilt, sniffed, and sneezed.

This is the smell of Sun Wenqu's body. You can smell it when you get close. It's not perfume, but... the smell of coconut milk.

Fang Chi sighed, an old man who was on his third year of life, and bathed with coconut milk-flavored shower gel every day.

He got off the bed and sat in front of the desk, and rummaged through a chemistry paper from the bag thrown on the wall for a long time.

He was quite sleepy, but he had to get up in an hour, and with his sleep skills, he would not be able to get up after an hour. Instead of struggling in the pain of getting up or not being able to afford it, it is better not to sleep.

He spread the papers on the table and saw the picture drawn by Sun Wenqu on the corner of the table. The kid and grandparents are all cute with big heads and small bodies. The slender fingers pressed on the strings when playing the erhu.

"I feel pretty tender."

Fang Chi frowned and clicked his tongue, bowed his head and started to do the paper.

Chemistry is really annoying. Every time Fang Chi opens the chemistry paper, he has the urge to go to sleep.

Gritting my teeth and jumping on the questions for a long time, I feel that I haven't written much.

He sighed, lay down on the table, stared at the picture on the corner of the table in a daze, with the pen in his mouth, and lit the paper repeatedly.

Suddenly there was a soft sound of pulling a chair from the roof outside the door, Fang Chi spit out his pen and stood up, walked to the door and looked out through the crack.

Sun Wenqu had just wrapped the quilt and sat on the chair when the boy lay at his feet.

Fang Chi opened the door inexplicably: "Why didn't you sleep again?"

"Your beautiful dog," Sun Wenqu glanced back at him, then pointed at the boy on the ground, "Grinds teeth and snores while sleeping, he is very manly, what a sleeper."

"Is there?" Fang Chi thought for a while, "Are you a light sleeper?"

"Probably," Sun Wenqu said, "Not necessarily, the nine shallows and one deep mainly depends on the mood..."

Fang Chi closed the door with a bang, sat back at the desk, and listened to Sun Wenqu laughing on the rooftop for a long time.

After staring blankly at the questions on the paper for a long time, he sighed and stood up again and opened the door: "If you don't sleep, go back to the room and stay, what if you catch a cold."

"Thank you." Sun Wenqu stood up wrapped in a quilt and squeezed into the room from beside him, the kid followed in hastily, got under the desk and lay down.

Fang Chi closed the door in silence, he didn't know what else to say.

"What about the questions?" Sun Wenqu saw the paper on his desk, and leaned over to read it.

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"Acidify the da da da da solution with sulfuric acid of known concentration, titrate the da da da solution, and complete the following ionic equation," Sun Wenqu read the question in a low voice, "complete the following ionic equation...you can't do this?"

"... What is da da da da?" Fang Chi asked helplessly.

"The molecular formula, I'm too lazy to read it," Sun Wenqu said, "Da da da da da da plus what..."

"Just do what you want," Fang Chi interrupted him, "Stop reading."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak any more, took his pen and lay down on the table.

Fang Chi sat on the edge of the bed and continued to stare at his back in a daze.

After a while, Sun Wenqu threw away the pen and stood up: "Hey, why should I write the paper for you?"

"I don't know," Fang Chi pushed him away and sat down, and found that Sun Wenqu had already written several questions, and he didn't know whether he wrote it right or wrong, "You... still remember these?"

"Damn it," Sun Wenqu flopped down on the bed, "you can continue writing."

"Are you a science student?" Fang Chi turned around and asked.

"Do I look like a liberal arts student?" Sun asked Qu with a smile.

"I thought you should be an art student." Fang Chi said.

"You are so naive." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Then what major did you study in university?" Fang Chi asked again curiously.

Sun Wenqu leaned his head on his pillow and looked at him: "I haven't been to college."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned for a while, before turning back to face the table, "Oh."

After that, the two of them didn't speak any more. Fang Chi buried his head in writing the paper, while Sun Wenqu lay quietly on the bed. Listening to his slow breathing, he probably fell asleep.

The boy slept peacefully under the desk with Fang Chi's feet on his pillow, and he didn't hear his teeth grinding and snoring.

Writing examination papers is a terrible task. Fang Chi is sleepy and tired, and he is still very annoyed. Before finishing a paper, he almost burst into tears. Looking at the time, it is almost five o'clock, and he has to pack up and get ready to go. The earliest bus six o'clock.

Originally, he didn't plan to catch this shift, it was too early, but he never thought that Sun Wenqu would be bitten by a mouse while sleeping, so he had to ask Sun Wenqu to go back to the city to get vaccinated early.

Sun Wenqu leaned against the head of the bed and fell into a deep sleep, Fang Chi hesitated before pushing him: "Hey, wake up."

"...Huh?" Sun Wenqu was indeed sleepy, and snorted after a slight push.

"It's about time, get up and pack up and go to the car." Fang Chi said.

"No," Sun Wenqu opened his eyes and stared at him for a while, "I'm sleepy."

"Then you wait here for the onset of the mad rat disease." Fang Chi said and went downstairs.

After washing up, he saw that Sun Wenqu had changed his clothes and came down from upstairs with his bag in hand, with a look of reluctance on his face.

"Let's go back to the city and have breakfast." Fang Chi said.

"Can I make some hot chocolate?" Sun Wenqu asked, "I feel so empty in my stomach after getting up too early."

"There's no more chocolate, I've eaten it all," Fang Chi thought for a while, "Is there still a carton of milk?"

"Alright." Sun Wenqu nodded and went to wash up.

After the two finished packing, they went to the backyard to say goodbye to the early-rising grandparents.

Grandma rubbed Fang Chi's face hard a few times: "Hey, my precious grandson is leaving again, pay attention to your body, don't make us worry."

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"You said you want the canal to bring back the mountain goods." Grandpa smiled and brought a woven bag, "I packed it for you."

"So many!" Sun Wenqu was surprised.

"It's something that can withstand storage and won't break," said grandma. "Eat it slowly, and tell the little bastard when you're done eating, and ask him to bring it to you again."

"Thank you, grandpa and grandma." Sun Wenqu took the heavy bag.

The old man sent them all the way to the village entrance before being driven back by Fang Chi. This kind of reluctant farewell made Sun Wenqu feel inexplicably sad, but the boy followed them all the time.

"I still have to walk for a while," Fang Chi took the bag in his hand, "It's too early and there are no cars in the village, so I have to walk."

"It's okay to walk around, the air is pretty good," Sun Wenqu raised his face and took a breath, then looked back at the boy, "Don't let him go back?"

"Let it go back now." Fang Chi said, took out milk from his pocket and gave it to him, unpacked a bag of biscuits, and fed two pieces to the kid. "It will go back by itself when we get in the car."

"You've been walking for two days. What does Mr. Huang eat at home?" Sun Wenqu took a sip of the milk. The milk was hot, and the box was still a little wet. Fang Chi probably heated the milk box in water. He was very emotional, Fang Chi was surprisingly careful in some places.

"Cat food, I made an automatic feeder." Fang Chi said.

"Will it work?" Sun asked with a smile.

"...It won't work," Fang Chi sighed, "Usually he pats it down with his paw and eats it from the top, but he really likes the cat food he got from you."

"Why don't the wages I give you at the end of the month be converted into cat food." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"No, you can't get used to it, little bitch," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, then turned his head after thinking about it, "You really want to be paid?"

"Yes, really." Sun asked him and nodded.

"No need to send it," Fang Chi was a little embarrassed, "I have borrowed so much money, and it's okay to do some work... It's nothing."

"If you really don't get paid, it's a contract of prostitution," Sun Wenqu looked at him with hooked lips, "Deed of prostitution, deed of prostitution, deed of prostitution..."

"It's not over, is it?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"It's over." Sun Wenqu said.

"No salary." After Fang Chi finished speaking, he walked to the front with a dull head.

The kid watched the two of them get on the bus, then ran back along the dirt road.

There weren't too many people on the morning bus, and they occupied two seats. Sun Wenqu pulled his collar, leaned against the window, closed his eyes and began to doze off.

However, people who can't sleep well in bed, sitting on this messy and turbulent bus, basically can't fall asleep, so they just close their eyes and make a pose to comfort themselves.

But Fang Chi was different. The boy slid down after sitting down, and fell asleep as soon as he lowered his head. Within 10 minutes, he leaned against Sun Wenqu.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu didn't move, he opened his eyes and looked at him, "you are very good at choosing a bed."

Fang Chi must have been really sleepy, and fell asleep on top of him. Sun Wenqu stared at him for a while, then stretched out his hand to hook his face lightly, but he didn't move.

Sun Wenqu yawned and didn't bother him anymore. He closed his eyes and continued to doze off.

Fake dozing is actually quite tiring, with Fang Chi leaning on the left and the car window on the right, because he insisted on staying overnight and was bitten by a mouse, causing Fang Chi to not rest well. He was quite embarrassed about this, so He never pushed Fang Chi away, just held on.

It's okay to support, but sometimes when the car bumps, Fang Chi's head will shake, and his hair will sweep across his face and neck. In comparison, this matter is more torture than supporting Fang Chi.

After finally getting into the urban area, Fang Chi didn't know which point it was. He suddenly woke up with a jerk, and then sat up straight, staring at the back of the seat in front of him in bewilderment. It took him a long time to turn his head. Said: "Excuse me."

Sun Wenqu rubbed his almost stiff shoulders: "Do you have a timer in your head, so you wake up when you arrive?"

"No, I woke up suddenly." Fang Chi scratched his head, then quietly glanced over Sun Wenqu's shoulder.

"I'm not drooling," Sun Wenqu caught his gaze, "I would have slapped you away a long time ago."

When the car arrived at the terminus, the two got out of the car and prepared to take a taxi to leave.

"Go get an injection first," Fang Chi took out his phone and checked the address, "The nearest epidemic prevention station is by our school, go there and get a shot."

"I'm going back to put things away, change clothes, and eat," Sun Wenqu frowned, "I'm still not at work at this time."

"Don't go." Fang Chi looked at him suspiciously.

"Go, go, definitely go," Sun Wenqu said, "I don't want to get mad rat disease either."

"Then you should take a taxi and go back first." Fang Chi saw a taxi on the side of the road, "You take that one."

"Fang Chi," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Do you think I can't do anything, and I can't even call a car?"

Fang Chi glanced at him: "Well, yes."

"Get out," Sun Wenqu walked over to the car, "Okay, you can go to school quickly, and don't forget to cook in the afternoon, and I have to clean up the cabinets..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw that Fang Chi was almost jogging away. He was amused for a long time.

When the car was approaching the gate of the community, Sun Wenqu's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that the screen showed Sun Jiayue.

It's less than nine o'clock now, and Sun Jiayue probably hasn't gotten up at this time for ten years.

"What's the matter?" Sun Wenqu answered the phone.

"Hey, are you not at home?" Sun Jiayue asked.

"...Yes," Sun Wenqu was stunned, "How do you know?"

"I'm really not at home," Sun Jiayue laughed, very happily, "Hey, let me tell you, you're going to drive Sun Yao to death, and you didn't block anyone at this point."

"Elder sister went to find me?" Sun Wenqu was surprised.

"It's probably still there now," Sun Jiayue was still happy, "You can make up your own mind whether to see her or not, don't tell her that I told you that she went to find you."

"Yes." Sun Wenqu answered and hung up the phone.

I was in a good mood, but because of this phone call, it was all ruined suddenly.

Sun Wenqu looked at the people going to work and school outside the car window, frowning and trying to suppress his unhappiness.

Sun Yao is Dad's right-hand man and confidant, whether it's between Dad and Mom, or between Dad and him, Sun Yao will always stand by Dad.

This eldest sister who is eight years older than him is like a copy of his father to Sun Wenqu. Although she looks very gentle, she is equally tough, rational, and...he doesn't want to get close.

Without a very necessary reason, Sun Yao would not come to him. If he came to him and in such a way that he could not escape in advance, then his father must be looking for him.

Thinking of this, Sun Wenqu became upset for a while. If he hadn't brought a big bag and a bag of mountain goods, he really wanted the taxi to drive anywhere and get off.

But with Sun Yao's posture, if he can't find him, he probably won't leave.

The taxi stopped outside the courtyard door, and Sun Wenqu saw Sun Yao's car and Sun Yao's driver sitting in the car.

He clattered across the yard and into the house with his bag and bag.

Sure enough, Sun Yao was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea slowly, when he heard him enter the room, he turned his head and smiled: "Are you back?"

"Well, I went climbing with Bowen and the others." Sun Wenqu put the bag and bag by the wall.

"Then clean up first." Sun Yao said.

"No need," Sun asked Qu standing in front of her, "what's the matter?"

"Clean up first," Sun Yao frowned and pushed him lightly, "This body is dusty and dusty, let's talk later."

"I have to go out later." Sun Wenqu said.

"Just came back and went out again? You played too much..." Sun Yao sighed.

"If you're going back to do Tao's work, don't talk about it," Sun Wenqu took off his coat and walked into the bedroom, took out a set of clothes and said while changing, "I've said everything I should say about this matter, it's time to quarrel There was also a quarrel, and the soil that should be dug has also been dug..."

"Ask him, you know that your problem is not whether you want to be Tao, but your attitude towards your father." Sun Yao walked to the living room window with a teacup in hand.

"My attitude towards him is because of his attitude towards me." Sun Wenqu changed his clothes and walked out, "Forget it, I don't want to say these caricatures. I have been talking for many years, and I can't find new words. gone."

"I really can't understand why you are so self-willed," Sun Yao looked out of the window, "You were the one who loved me the most in my family since I was a child. Everyone gave you their whole heart and soul. What about you? I don't want to be self-centered in everything. I'm uncomfortable, I can't bear it, what do I think, what do I think..."

"Elder Sister," Sun Wenqu interrupted her, "Let's get to the point."

"Okay," Sun Yao turned and looked at him, "You have a month to seriously consider these things, your future, your relationship with your father, and your relationship with this family."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak.

"If you still insist on being like this, if you don't intend to bow your head to your father and insist on being so stubborn," Sun Yao folded his arms and tapped his toes on the ground lightly, "then, this house and your future Don’t rely on your parents for the economy.”

Sun Wenqu looked at her, but still didn't speak.

"Have I made it clear? If you want to go home and have a good talk with your father, or..." Sun Yao's eyes are very much like his father's, tough and aggressive, "I don't care how much money you have on hand now, but That's all, the house will be sold in a month."

"I see." Sun Wenqu said.