flying dog

In the evening self-study, Fang Chi was basically sleeping, but he couldn't sleep well. The classroom was very quiet, and everyone was buried in reading the writing questions or sleeping, but he still woke up suddenly every few minutes.

He has always slept well, no matter where and when he wants to sleep, he can sleep soundly with his eyes closed, but today he raised his head again and again.

It was because Sun asked him what he said.

It made him very annoyed but he didn't know how to refute.

The feeling of not being able to find an outlet to vent is frustrating.

However, Sun Wenqu didn't contact him until the end of evening self-study, which still made him a little concerned. After all, Sun Wenqu was still feverish when he left.

With Sun Wenqu's character of tossing around for nothing, it's quite surprising that he didn't toss around when something really happened.

Maybe it's because I don't have the energy to toss when I'm really uncomfortable.

Fang Chi looked at his phone, making sure he would not have received a call from Sun Wenqu, and ran home slowly.

Mr. Huang was already asleep. When he heard the sound of him opening and closing the door, he just turned his ears and didn't lift his head.

He went over and pinched Mr. Huang's ears, and touched his head a few times, but Mr. Huang ignored him. He sighed and turned his head to look at the wall.

The painting that Sun Wenqu gave him was pasted on the wall by him, the oldest one, only a small piece in the middle was a painting, and it was stamped with a stamp. Every time I saw him, I felt a little bit happy.

However, seeing Mr. Huang's virtue, he felt that the painting should be Mr. Huang and Sun Wenqu himself, or someone else. Anyway, Mr. Huang has never slept on his lap, but slept very well on Sun Wenqu's stomach. interesting.

The only time he will be next to him is probably after he goes to bed, Huang will always jump on the bed and occupy half of his pillow, and sometimes push his head away with his claws.

For example, today’s tweets are very persistent.

"Mr. Huang," Fang Chi turned over and lay on his side facing Mr. Huang, "Who is used to your stinking problem?"

Mr. Huang stretched out his front paws to press his nose, paused for a while, then pressed his back paws to his chin and pushed.

"You were born a stray cat, or the most unattractive native cat, what the hell are you pulling like a mouse?" Fang Chi said softly, "And you're only pulling at me?"

Mr. Huang didn't move.

"Why do you like Sun Wenqu so much?" Fang Chi grabbed it, pulled it into the quilt and hugged it, "Do you like the smell of him? The smell of coconut milk?"

Mr. Huang struggled and climbed back to lie on the pillow.

Fang Chi clicked his tongue: "Are you really hoping that I will send you to Sun Wenqu in a fit of anger?"

"You have a good idea," Fang Chi turned over, and pointed the back of his head at Mr. Huang, "I won't do it, I'm a masochist, I'll make you mad just like that."

There are still two days left for the school celebrations. The century-old school and so on, this time the school pays special attention to it, and started preparations a month in advance. In the past few days, various cleaning and tidying have begun, and two new rows of trees have been planted.

Senior three students don't participate in these events, but they still get some benefits. The evening self-study for today and tomorrow has been cancelled.

Fang Chi didn't feel much about evening self-study, but he was very happy to cancel him.

It's just that after a few steps of being happy, I was depressed again when I walked out of the school gate.

I still have to cook for Uncle Sun Shuiqu.

But it's good to be able to eat those dried bamboo shoot sausages made by grandpa!

Happy again.

But there was Sun Wenqu next to him.

Depressed again.

All the way, I ran happily for a while and depressed for a while.

When he ran to Sun Wenqu's house, he was stunned. Many neighbors outside the yard were standing and looking in.

Sun asked him what happened?

Fang Chi was taken aback, and hurried over a few steps, pushed people away and squeezed into the yard, shouting, "Sun Wenqu!"

"What are you doing!" Someone stopped him.

Only then did he see several security guards in the yard, and there was a man covered in blood on the ground, and one of the security guards was taking a roll of paper to stop the bleeding on his face.

"My friend." Sun Wenqu's voice came from behind the security guard.

Fang Chi pushed the security guard away, and saw Sun Wenqu leaning against the door in a bathrobe, calm and composed, holding a steaming cup of something that he didn't know what it was slowly drinking.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi asked quickly.

"Thief," Sun Wenqu raised his chin towards the living room window, "I guess he wanted to come in through the window, but the window fell and hit him directly."

Fang Chi took a look, cold sweat dripped down his back, the window frame was empty, and the glass was broken all over the floor, the man probably pulled out the hanging piece he had inserted on the window...

If the glass is scratched on the neck, it will not kill people!

"Then now..." Fang Chi looked at the thief.

"We'll send him to the police station right away!" A security guard said, turning his head and pointing at the thief again, "It's all recorded on the surveillance system! It's in broad daylight! Do you think that no one will be able to see if no one comes out after cooking? !"

"Evening," Sun Wenqu corrected him, "Evening."

After a commotion, the security guard took the thief away, and the neighbors dispersed.

"Let me help you fix the windows first." Fang Chi looked at the glass in the yard, and two pots of flowers were smashed to the ground.

"Call the property and ask someone to fix it." Sun Wenqu turned and entered the house.

"Oh." Fang Chi didn't follow, and bent down to look through a pile of glass.

"Looking for this?" Sun Wenqu walked to the living room window and shook something at him with something in his hand.

"Yeah." Fang Chi saw clearly that it was a hanging piece, took it and entered the room.

"What is this thing for?" Sun Wenqu dragged out a screen from the study and stood it in front of the window to keep out the wind.

"Pick up." Fang Chi replied.

He was a little surprised that Sun Wenqu's house still had something, a four-sided screen with four paintings on it. Fang Chi couldn't understand it, so he probably guessed it was plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo.

"I'm just asking what you use it for." Sun Wenqu nestled on the sofa.

Fang Chi didn't know what to say: "Use expansion nails to hit the rock wall, and then you can buckle the quick hang or connect the sling."

"I don't understand." Sun Wenqu said.

"This is rock climbing equipment," Fang Chi said.

"Understood," Sun asked Qu Qu and nodded, "What's for dinner today?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Fang Chi was actually quite worried. He usually ate casually, noodles, noodles, noodles. He glanced at the screen again, "Did you draw this too?"

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and glanced, "No, I'm not at this level, this is... Li Bowen's father drew it."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was a little surprised.

"My father forced me to learn painting from him," Sun Wenqu smiled, "His father usually doesn't accept students."

Fang Chi thought for a while before asking again: "Are you... among the students his dad accepted who painted well?"

"Forget it, compared with Li Bowen," Sun Wenqu said, "Uncle Li only has two students, Li Bowen and me."

Fang Chi froze for a moment, watching him silent.

"What's wrong?" Sun Wenqu also looked at him.

"The relationship between you two has always been bad." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu laughed: "Others think we have a good relationship."

"Do you think so too?" Fang Chi frowned.

"Me," Sun Wenqu lay down on the sofa, "I often think, how much does this kid hate me?"

"If you had slipped down from another place that day," Fang Chi turned and went into the kitchen, "you would have to break your bones if you don't say anything."

Fang Chi felt that Sun Wenqu was a little confused, and he didn't tear up his face with Li Bowen even after he was like this, and he seemed to be fine. If he were to be replaced, he would have to beat him up on the spot.

Maybe Sun Wenqu has already reached the point where he doesn't even like to beat people up.

"Do you still have a fever?" Fang Chi asked while chopping vegetables.

"The fever subsided in the morning." Sun Wenqu's voice sounded right behind him.

"Hey!" Fang Chi was taken aback, and turned around to find that this man was leaning against the kitchen door, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there, "Why do you always do this?"

"Your ability to adapt is too poor," Sun Wenqu said slowly, "I've already gotten used to your cooking being so unpalatable, but you haven't gotten used to my shapeshifting..."

"Is it delicious?" Fang Chi quickly interrupted him.

Sun Wenqu smiled: "It doesn't reach the unpalatable line, but it's almost close."

"...Oh," Fang Chi turned back and continued chopping vegetables, "I thought it was delicious."

"Are you planning to improve your cooking skills?" Sun Wenqu said.

"No," Fang Chi cut the vegetables and put them on the plate, "If you eat, you will endure it, if you don't eat, you will be hungry."

"Hey," Sun Wenqu choked with a smile, "This style! Awesome! You deserve to be the one who set up a trap and smashed the blood on the thief's face."

"Hey, that person won't turn around and say that the window hurt him and trouble me again?" Fang Chi suddenly became a little worried.

"He dares!" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"Then he dares..." Fang Chi took a sausage and thought about it while cutting it.

"Dare to dare, what you are worried about is really strange," Sun Wenqu turned and went back to the living room, "Don't say he deserves it, even if you did it on purpose, you can pay a little money and you'll be done."

"... Oh." Fang Chi responded.

"I'll pay you if the money is not enough, and then you sign another..."

Fang Chi hooked the kitchen door and closed it with his foot.

Because he suddenly learned that the dishes he cooked were not very tasty, Fang Chi cooked slowly today, and wanted to see if he made any mistakes in the steps that caused the dishes to be unpalatable.

But it took an extra 10 minutes and he didn't find the reason.

Then don't blame yourself, you can only make do.

"Actually, your noodles are cooked pretty well," Sun Wenqu said while eating, "Did I praise the noodles?"

"Well, do you eat noodles every day?" Fang Chi asked.

"Okay," Sun Wenqu smiled, and looked at the time again, "Why are you so busy today?"

"Our school celebration, there is no late self-study these two days." Fang Chi buried his head in his meal.

"That's just right, I'll have something for you later." Sun Wenqu said.

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, "You don't need to return the things your grandparents gave you."

"I know, even if I want to return a gift, I won't return it to you. I will go directly with my things when I have time," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I will give you your things."

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Sun Wenqu said yesterday, and the uneasiness he felt throughout the day broke out again, and he felt very embarrassed at the moment.

He was also embarrassed when Sun Wenqu talked to him during the meal, and he was even more embarrassed when he was silent.

But he finished eating much faster than Sun Wenqu, sat and waited for Sun Wenqu to eat such a small bowl of food slowly like a cat, and licked his paws after eating.

With great difficulty, Sun Wenqu put away his chopsticks, and he quickly packed up his things and took them to the kitchen to wash.

After washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, I didn't see Sun Wenqu when I returned to the living room.

"Here." Sun Wenqu's voice came from the study.

Fang Chi hesitated, and walked into the study.

This was the first time he had entered Sun Wenqu's study. He couldn't see the whole study from the living room, but after he entered, he realized that the study should be the largest of the three rooms in Sun Wenqu's suite.

In addition to the bookcases and desks on one wall that can be seen outside the door, the opposite wall is also a bookcase, and on the inner wall are four erhus and two framed calligraphy.

"It's still..." The words are written very sloppily and in traditional Chinese characters. Fang Chi struggled to identify, "At the door... Chen... remember the burnt... wheat... the best?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu leaned against the desk and nodded, "It's really delicious, why don't I invite you tomorrow..."

"No, you write such a thing to hang on the wall?" Fang Chi looked at him in shock, then turned his head to look at another picture, which has more content, "I want this day, and then cover... I know this, Wukong Biography, right?"

"En." Sun Wenqu nodded again.

"These two are too far apart..." Fang Chi stood in front of the words and looked up and down, "When was this written?"

It has to be said that no matter what kind of person Sun Wenqu is, he admires this handwriting. From the perspective of a layman like himself, if you tell him which calligrapher wrote it, he will definitely believe it.

"Chen Ji Shaomai wrote it before I entered the mountain, and the other one wrote it when he was in school. He was an idiot at that time and loved to write this kind of stuff." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi couldn't help but look at the idiot seriously.

"I'm giving you something, can you turn your attention here?" Sun Wenqu crossed his arms and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Oh." Fang Chi walked to the desk.

Sun Wenqu stepped aside and pointed to a long box on the table: "Here, thank you for carrying me up that day."

"It's not troublesome to carry you." Fang Chi took the box and opened it, and saw a scroll in the box, "Draw?"

"En." Sun Wenqu responded.

"Is it the Q version of Mr. Huang and the shit-shoveling officer again?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"I'm passionate about this subject," Sun Wenqu smiled, "It's not a Q version."

Fang Chi hesitated, and slowly unfolded the scroll on the table.

This is a framed painting. When it unfolded little by little, Fang Chi was as surprised as he was when he saw Sun Wenqu's words for the first time.

This time it is not a black and white Q version, but a light color that looks very relaxing, and the depth of ink is also very comfortable.

Mr. Huang squatted on the table, lazily licking his paws. On the table was a vase similar to Mr. Huang, with a few stalks of dogtail planted in it. There was a person sitting on the recliner next to him.

It was immediately recognizable that it was him, in his usual sports coat and slacks, with headphones on.

I can't tell the time of this painting, but somehow I can feel the lazy comfort and relaxation in the afternoon.

"I said I wanted to give you this picture, but it wasn't finished the day I told you," Sun Wenqu said softly beside him, "so I drew a Q version to make up the number."

"The painting is really good." Fang Chi said. When he turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu, Sun Wenqu's face was in the sidelight, with a soft yellowish halo. This painting suddenly made him feel that Sun Wenqu had a completely different temperament from usual.

"I framed the painting myself," Sun Wenqu smiled, "But I haven't touched these things for a long time, and I didn't make them very well."

"I..." Fang Chi quickly turned back to look at the painting, the smile on the corner of Sun Wenqu's mouth suddenly made him feel a little nervous, embarrassment spread again in the small space between him and Sun Wenqu in front of the desk, "I can't see what's wrong."

"It's very easy for me to fall in love with you," Sun Wenqu said, "It's not a problem to become a master in front of you."

"Yes," Fang Chi nodded, "Sun Dasheng...no, master."

"Are you all right?" Sun asked him happily.

"It's okay," Fang Chi carefully rolled up the painting and put it back in the box, "Thank you."

"Fang Chi." Sun Wenqu suddenly called him.

"Huh?" Fang Chi looked up at him reflexively.

Sun Wenqu's eyes were slightly bent, and he was smiling, but he didn't speak any more.

Fang Chi stared at him for a few seconds, and then replied with a little helplessness: "Huh?"

Sun Wenqu suddenly took a step in front of him, almost in front of him, but before he could react, Sun Wenqu rubbed his shoulder and walked out of the study room, the scent of coconut milk on his body and his soft laugh Scanning Fang Chi's face.

Fang Chi instantly felt the urge to kick his butt.

"Let me tell you formally." Fang Chi took the box and followed to the living room.

"Say." Sun Wenqu had already nestled into the sofa.

Fang Chi always thought that this sofa should be custom-made by Sun Wenqu somewhere, because he has never seen anyone who has such a sofa that looks like a sand pool and will immediately transform into a ball and sink in it as soon as a person sits on it.

"I'm telling you formally," Fang Chi frowned, "Can you stop being like this?"

"What kind?" Sun Wenqu raised the corners of his lips.

"Just..." Fang Chi didn't think about what to say for a long time, "Just...just like that?"

"What did I do just now?" Sun Wenqu's mouth was still hooked, with an indistinct smile.

"You..." Fang Chi was suddenly speechless.

Yes, Sun asked him what he did just now?

It was the same a few times before, what did you do?

As for what he did, I really can't say, but if he didn't do anything, he did something.

Fang Chi was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed: "I'm going home."

"Run away?" Sun Wenqu took the phone and said while playing.

"Go home and review." Fang Chi said.

"Is it efficient to review by yourself?" Sun Wenqu looked at the phone, "I read your chemistry paper yesterday, and I got four questions wrong in a row on the first page."

Fang Chi was stunned. He really got four questions wrong on the first page of the paper today. Not only did Sun Wenqu help him with a few questions, but he also read the previous ones?

"Let me be more formal," Sun Wenqu looked up at him, "You can review with me when you're not going to school, and you can ask me if you don't understand anything."

"Ah?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"If you don't want to, go back," Sun Wenqu's gaze fell back to the phone, "No one is forcing you."

Fang Chi didn't speak, but Sun Wenqu's eyes reminded him of what he said yesterday, and he felt that if he refused, it would be as if he immediately confirmed his words.

After being silent for about a minute, Fang Chi opened his mouth: "You... are you really good at it?"

"Bring me a set of test papers now, and I'll do it at the same time as you," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "I can dump you 860 Santiao Street, and the teacher probably won't understand your broken characters when he grades the test papers for you. No, I will teach you how to write and write again."

"I have a bunch of papers I haven't written today," Fang Chi pulled his schoolbag, "If you don't share half of it, I can write it for you..."

"You fart," Sun Wenqu gave him a sideways glance, "Then you can just drop out of school."

Fang Chi picked up his schoolbag: "Where do I write?"

"Study," Sun Wenqu said, "If you don't understand anything, just ask."

"Yeah." Fang Chi walked into the study.

"Close the door." Sun Wenqu said again.

"Huh?" Fang Chi looked back at him.

"It's safe to close the door." Sun Wenqu said happily for a long time.

Fang Chi sighed, closed the study door, and sat down at the desk.

Sun Wenqu's desk is a desk for writing and drawing, so it is very large. The black color and the soft matte surface make it look particularly solid and heavy.

He took out the book and put it on the table, and when he lowered his head, the whole person suddenly fell silent, feeling that the surroundings were blocked from the black table.

Fang Chi raised his head and looked at the pen holder on the table. There were many brushes standing on it at random. He didn't know what Sun Wenqu would feel when he was standing in front of this table to write and draw, and what kind of picture it would be.