flying dog

Today, Fang Chi’s paper writing efficiency is very high. Although he is stuttering, he has been writing. If he is at school, he may write two questions and stop to chat for a while, or hang out for a while. If he is at home, That's even more likely, tease the cat, cook the noodles, touch and pinch all night, and it's gone.

Unfamiliar environment seems to make people concentrate more, and it is really surprising that Sun Wenqu, who is so uncomfortable with his idle life, didn't come in to torment him.

He reserved the questions that he was not very good at, and did everything he could do first. If he really had to ask Sun Wenqu, he didn't have to keep asking, and he solved it all at once.

There is no clock in the study, and he put his mobile phone in the living room before but didn't bring it in. He didn't count how long he fought on the table, and he felt that he was working hard.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the study room was knocked lightly twice, and Sun Wenqu pushed the door open a crack: "It's been an hour, rest for 10 minutes."

only one hour?Fang Chi was a little shocked, it took so long for an hour?

However, Sun Wenqu would remind him to rest and make him feel good, but before he could stand up, Sun Wenqu said again: "Sitting for too long will make your butt bigger."

"...Oh." Fang Chi suddenly didn't want to move, this person really couldn't be in a normal state.

"I bought chocolate," Sun asked, "Can you make some for me?"

Fang Chi walked to the door of the study, and stopped when he heard this: "Didn't you let me rest?"

"Rest, rest can be divided into active rest and passive rest." Sun Wenqu smiled and fell down on the sofa. "Boiling hot chocolate counts as active rest."

"Then this is considered a passive rest, why don't you be active?" Fang Chi said.

"Can you learn something from others?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"You look like a bonsai on the sofa like this every day," Fang Chi went into the kitchen. Although he didn't eat less for dinner, now that Sun Wenqu mentioned chocolate, he was really hungry again. "Your butt weighs 20 catties. Bar."

Sun Wenqu was delighted when he heard it, and laughed for a long time: "I don't know, why don't you take a look?"

Fang Chi closed the kitchen door.

When the chocolate was finished, the property owner called the workers who repaired the windows. The windows were replaced very quickly, but Fang Chi was a little nervous, standing by the window and guarding, afraid that people would ask why the window was pried before the thief came. .

Sun Wenqu was sitting in the house drinking chocolate very calmly, without even looking in this direction. The worker fixed the window and asked him for money, and he gave it without asking.

"You have a big heart." Fang Chi said.

"It's broad," Sun Wenqu watched TV, "Welcome to the grassland."

"I'll go and sweep the broken glass." Fang Chi took the screen back to the study.

"Tomorrow, the housekeeper will do it. I don't think you can do it without holding hands like you usually sweep the floor." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Then I..." Fang Chi hesitated, poured himself a cup of chocolate, "Continue to do my homework."

"Is there anything you don't understand?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

"Yes," Fang Chi said, "I'll ask you when I finish writing in a while."

"I'm giving you a lecture, not doing it for you." Sun Wenqu added.

"Got it." Fang Chi took his phone and went into the study.

Fang Chi couldn't finish writing these papers and various questions in one night, but miraculously, he basically finished writing them today.

To be honest, he really likes Sun Wenqu's table, which looks completely different from Sun Wenqu's, and somehow it calms people down.

Looking at the time, before the end of the usual evening self-study, he took the papers and exercises he couldn't do and walked out of the study.

Sun Wenqu was sitting on the sofa, but he was not watching TV anymore. He turned the volume down and played a racing game. When he saw him coming out, he glanced at him and then stared at the TV again: "Are you done?"

"Yeah." Fang Chi looked at the screen. He hadn't played various games for a long time. When he got home, he tried not to turn on the computer to prevent himself from playing games. Now watching Sun Wenqu play, he felt a little itchy in his heart.

"Then help me turn off the sound." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi turned on the sound, and the music sounded in the room, mixed with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, which was very exciting.

"I'll tell you after I finish this lap." Sun Wenqu said while holding the handle.

"Oh." Fang Chi sat down on the sofa.

Sun Wenqu looked at the laziness and lack of energy in doing anything, but he was quite good at playing games, and he didn't get lumps when he was playing, and his hands were very flexible.

Fang Chi looked at it for a while, then his eyes fell on his hands uncontrollably.

Sun Wenqu's hands are quite thin, with fair skin and long fingers...

While watching, Sun Wenqu suddenly let go of the handle with his right hand and made a V gesture, Fang Chi was stunned.

"It looks good." Sun Wenqu said.

At this moment, Fang Chi wanted to bury himself in the sofa. He grabbed the paper and exercise set next to him and piled it on Sun Wenqu: "Tell me... tell me."

"Speak in the room, how do you say it here." Sun Wenqu yawned.

Fang Chi grabbed the paper that was thrown on him again and walked quickly into the study.

Sun Wenqu walked into the study slowly, and leaned against the desk: "Where can't it be?"

"Physics, can you talk about it?" Fang Chi opened the physics exercise set.

"Well, let me see." Sun Wenqu lay down on the table and looked at the problems he had already done. "You are much better at physics than chemistry."

"Let's make do with it, you can be more right." Fang Chi scratched his head.

"Come on, Dad will tell you this question first." Sun Wenqu took the pen, then took out a piece of white paper from the drawer, and began to explain the question to him while writing on the paper.

Fang Chi seldom asks the teacher questions, one is too lazy to ask, and the other is that sometimes he can't understand what he said.

In fact, he didn't have much hope that such an idle person like Sun Wenqu could explain the problem to him clearly, but he had to concentrate on looking at the tip of the pen when he said it face to face.

"Listen to what I'm talking about, and stop if you don't understand," Sun Wenqu said, "If you don't understand after I finish, I'll beat you."

"... Oh." Fang Chi nodded.

Sun Wenqu's half-lying posture on the table was very lazy, but his expression was different from usual when he spoke, very serious, Fang Chi had never seen him like this.

When he continued to talk about the topic, he temporarily refreshed the impression Sun Wenqu had always had in Fang Chi's mind. There was no ridicule or convulsions, but he wrote and talked in an orderly manner.

The beautiful words, the calm tone and voice that are different from usual, made Fang Chi feel in a trance for a moment or two when he listened to it.

"Understand?" Sun Wenqu put down his pen after speaking, and turned his head to look at him.

"Understood." Fang Chi nodded.

"Then you do it." Sun Wenqu took the physics paper next to him again, "I just saw that there is a question on it that is similar. You can do these two questions."

"Yeah." Fang Chi picked up the pen, bowed his head and started to work on the questions.

Sun Wenqu looked at it for a while and said, "What's the smell?"

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, and looked up at him.

"Does it smell good?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"What?" Fang Chi didn't understand.

"This one," Sun Wenqu tapped his fingers on the exercise book in front of him, "Is it good to smell it after lying on your stomach for a long time? Do you want to chew on it later?"

Fang Chi finally came to his senses and sat up straight: "Can you just say no?"

"That's so boring," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "You're not short-sighted?"

"Not myopic." Fang Chi said.

"Did you only work hard in these few months in the past three years?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Almost," Fang Chi sighed, looked at him again after thinking about it, although he didn't feel like it, he still asked, "Were you the kind of student who worked hard when you were in school?"

Sun Wenqu laughed, stretched and walked out: "How is it possible, but I'm smart."

It took Sun Wenqu almost an hour to explain the questions that Fang Chi didn’t know, and he finished all the questions on the same day. This is a relatively rare thing for Fang Chi. He usually just throws it away if he doesn’t know how to do it. , When the teacher was speaking the next day, he just listened to it, understood it if he understood it, and fell down if he didn’t understand it.

"Thank you," Fang Chi packed all his things into his schoolbag, "I think you are quite suitable as a teacher, and you speak quite clearly."

"Forget it," Sun Wenqu nestled back on the sofa again, "Can you see the little fresh meat..."

"Pretend I didn't say it!" Fang Chi hurriedly raised his voice and interrupted him.

"Let's go, I'm so sleepy." Sun Wenqu waved his hand.

When Fang Chi put on his earphones and was about to go out, Sun Wenqu stopped him again: "Oh, yes, my injury..."

"Huh?" Fang Chi turned his head, and saw Sun Wenqu pull up his trouser legs in a snap, making them white, and then put his legs on the coffee table.

"Can you see the water? I took a shower last night with my legs raised and I almost slipped and split my fork." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi sighed, went over to look at the wound, and it was scabbed over: "There's nothing wrong with it, let's wash it, just dry the water and disinfect it after washing, do you still have to ask me about this kind of thing?"

"Isn't my ability to take care of myself negative?" Sun Wenqu said, "Good night."

"Good night." Fang Chi turned and went out.

During the two days when there was no evening self-study, Fang Chi stayed at Sun Wenqu’s house to review at night. Although he felt a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, he unexpectedly remembered the questions that Sun Wenqu told him very clearly. When you think about it, it all goes well.

So even if the whole family doesn't have any demands on him, since they can listen to what Sun Wenqu has to say, then they should listen more, and maybe they can get something out of this six months of tossing around.

However, he will still go to the training every Sunday. This is his greatest interest. The best way to resolve his homesickness is also the active rest that Sun Wenqu said. Anyway, every time he trains, he feels that he is Very relaxing and enjoyable.

"How was your review during this time?" Chen Xiang asked.

"Also..." Fang Chi was climbing to the highest point of the rock wall and was about to take a big leap. Before he could say anything, his hand slipped from the rock point, and he hung on the safety rope, and he yelled helplessly ,"Why!"

"I still can't concentrate," Chen Xiang said with a smile, "Are you a little tired? Take a rest when you're tired."

"I'll rest..." Fang Chi kicked his legs on the wall and was about to slide down. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw a very familiar person sitting in front of the rock climbing wall in the member area, leaning on a chair and looking at him.

Sun asked him?

"Why are you here?" Fang Chi walked over and looked at him in surprise.

"I'm...going to do some errands, passing by here," Sun Wenqu looked at his phone, "The appointment is 11 o'clock, it's early, so I'll stay here for a while."

"Oh," Fang Chi replied and didn't know what to say. Seeing that Sun Wenqu didn't look well today, he paused, "Are you alright?"

"Hey, why do you speak so poorly?" Sun Wenqu laughed.

"It's not due to you," Fang Chi was a little embarrassed, "I mean your face is a bit ugly."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu touched his face, "Sorrowful."

"It's free." Fang Chi looked at the rock wall. There were not many people today. He pointed to the wall, "Do you want to play for a while?"

"Do you teach?" Sun asked Qu with a smile.

"I'm not a coach," Fang Chi said, "I don't have time."

"Yo, it's so cool," Sun Wenqu took a sip of the drink in his hand, "Okay, you can teach me and leave me alone, I'll be leaving soon."

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, then turned and returned to the training area.

"Is this from Luo Peng and his gang of rich second generations?" Chen Xiang asked.

"Well," Fang Chi took a sip of water, squatted down and rearranged his shoes, "I said I was passing by to take a look."

"I just asked how you are doing with your recent review, but you haven't answered me yet." Chen Xiang said.

"Very good," Fang Chi smiled, "I didn't get criticized anyway."

"Do you want to reduce the amount of training?" Chen Xiang asked.

"No need," Fang Chi shook his head, "That's all the fun."

"That's fine." Chen Xiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Fang Chi picked another route, and when he was about to go up, he looked back again. Sun Wenqu was still sitting there, looking at him with no expression on his face.

When Fang Chi started climbing with his hands on the rock, he was a little nervous, and he couldn't tell why. Ordinarily, there were a lot of people watching during training, so he didn't feel anything, but when Sun Wenqu stared at him like this, Just a little uncomfortable.

The legs are quite long.

I have been thinking about this sentence for a long time.

Is it long?

However, Fang Chi recovered within a few minutes and returned to the enjoyment during the climbing process.

The newly chosen route was difficult, and he stopped a few times halfway, shaking his hands and thinking about the next step. His clothes were already soaked in sweat, but he liked this feeling very much.

The momentary sense of accomplishment when he reaches the loosening point at the end can make him feel happy for a long time.

However, when he slid back and forth, turning his head to look at Sun Wenqu proudly, he found that Sun Wenqu was no longer sitting there before.

gone?

After Fang Chi got down, he looked around again, and finally went to the outdoor venue to take a look, but he didn't see Sun Wenqu.

really gone.

Fang Chi sat on the chair and drank a couple of sips of water, suddenly feeling a little lost.

It didn't work out...

"Have you arrived yet?" Sun Yao called.

"Soon." Sun Wenqu put one hand in his pocket and held the phone in the other, walking slowly with his back to the wind.

"Didn't I tell you about 11 o'clock?" Sun Yao seemed a little dissatisfied, "You said you wanted to talk to Dad and I made an appointment for you. What do you mean by such an attitude?"

"It's not even 11 o'clock." Sun Wenqu said weakly.

"What do you mean, are you going home or going for an interview? Do you still have to wait until it's too early or too late when you get home?" Sun Yao raised his voice, "Qi Qu, if you want to have such an attitude today, You don't want to go."

"Then I'll go back." Sun Wenqu said.

"Sun Wenqu!" There was already anger in Sun Yao's voice.

"I know, I know," Sun Wenqu frowned, "I'll be there soon."

When Sun Wenqu entered the community, he was stopped by the security guard at the gate and asked him to register.

"Registration for what?" Sun asked him a little annoyed, "I still have to register when I get home?"

"Going home? I know all the residents here, and I can recognize those who come here often. I haven't seen you before." The security guard looked him up and down, "Can you tell me your house number?"

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

"Then you have to register." The security guard stared at him.

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

"Then you call the owner..." the security guard said.

"I don't remember the number." Sun Wenqu sat on the chair at the door of the security room, watching the traffic coming and going on the street.

"Sir, if you do this, I will call the police." The security guard picked up the phone.

"Report." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Sun Yao's car turned in from the outside, honked the horn, and the security guard opened the door after seeing the license plate.

Sun Wenqu leaned back on his chair and did not move. The car stopped when it passed the gate of the security room, and the windows were lowered.

Sun Yao's frowning face appeared in front of his eyes: "What are you doing here?"

"No entry." Sun Wenqu said.

"Do you know this gentleman?" The security guard asked Sun Yao, "He can't tell the house number, nor can he give the owner's phone number..."

"It's my younger brother," Sun Yao smiled at the security guard, then looked at Sun Wenqu, "Get in the car!"

I don’t remember how long I haven’t been here, even if the security guards haven’t changed, I don’t remember a person who hasn’t been here for several years. Sun Wenqu looked out the window. If he came in by himself, he might not know where his home is. .

"Talk to Dad in a while," Sun Yao parked the car in the underground garage, "Put away your irritating theories."

"Which set?" Sun asked him and glanced at her.

"You are his son, not his works!" Sun Yao looked at him, "You are not a child anymore, you can't always play childish temper, and do everything according to your temper."

Sun Wenqu didn't make a sound.

"If you stay the same this time, no one will be able to help you." Sun Yao opened the door and got out of the car.

Sun Wenqu followed Sun Yao into the door of the house. His mother seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As soon as the living room door opened, she greeted her: "Ask him."

"Mom." Sun Wen asked him with a smile.

"Hey, let me see," my mother held his shoulders and stared at him for a long time, "It hasn't changed much, it just seems to be dark."

Sun Wenqu hadn't seen his mother in three years, but he couldn't tell what it was like to look at her now. She was still the same, calm and elegant, just like the one he remembered over the years, three feet away from the ground. ruler.

At this moment, he couldn't even feel whether his mother was very happy to see him, so he just went over and hugged her gently.

Dad didn't show up, so he was probably waiting to meet him in the studio on the second floor.

"Your father is upstairs." Mom patted him on the shoulder, "Go up and have a good chat with him."

"I'm hungry." Sun Wenqu smelled the aroma of vegetables, so he probably was cooking.

"It's not ready yet, we can just eat after talking," my mother said, "Go up."

Sun Wenqu didn't want to see his father very much. He would rather finish the meal in a low-pressure manner than talk to his father alone in the room full of Tao.

But now he can only bite the bullet and go upstairs, and he has come, although his purpose of coming is only to make sure that his father has really given him an ultimatum.

Pushing open the door of the room at the end of the second floor, Sun Wenqu suddenly felt breathless.

The family has moved many times, but each house will leave a private studio as the father's private studio. The layout of this studio will always be exactly the same.

No matter when Sun Wenqu walks into any studio, he will instantly recall the oppressive and boring mood he felt in this room when he was a child.

Dad sat in front of the turntable by the window and didn't move when he heard him come in.

Sun Wenqu closed the door and cleared his throat, "Dad."

"Come?" Dad turned his head.

"En." Sun Wenqu responded.

"I thought how promising you are," Dad sneered, "I'm afraid that you will run out of money, and you won't be able to take your little boyfriend around the mountains again?"

Sun Wenqu suddenly raised his head and looked at his father.