flying dog

Sun Wenqu could almost guess the process of his father talking to him.

The father, who hates iron but can't make steel, despises the unworthy, incompetent, and ostentatious. The family has spent so much effort to raise a waste, and he can't understand the painstaking efforts of being a father. He still thinks about men all day long...

a lot of.

It's not that Sun Wenqu doesn't know what kind of person he is. Although his father's accusations include some parts that he refuses to accept but can't justify or is considered disobedient, there are also things he agrees with.

It's just that he has never admitted it, one is that it is meaningless, and the other is that if he admits it, it will only make his father think that he should obey.

The matter of liking men will definitely be mentioned, but according to past experience, this matter is usually put in the conversation later, as an auxiliary tool that is useless to make the family worry. Sun Wenqu never thought that his father would In this ultimatum-based conversation, start with a sentence like this.

And it's a little hard to understand.

Little boyfriend?

Still full of mountains?

"What do you mean?" Sun Wenqu frowned and looked at his father.

"The ability to play dumb has never been rewarded." Dad continued to sneer.

Sun Wenqu didn't say a word. During this period of time, his only trip related to the mountain was Wuya Ridge. If Dad was talking about the whole mountain, then this little boyfriend was referring to...Fang Chi?

Fuck!

This is not a little boyfriend, but a little slave and son sent to your door!

But even if it's a little boyfriend, how did dad know?

"I went out with my friends. There are more than 20 people. Liangzi, Bowen, and Luo Peng are all..." Sun Wenqu stopped halfway through speaking, and smiled, "Is this what Li Bowen told you?"

"You don't care who told me," Dad sat firmly, "If you still want to rely on the family, you have to deal with these messy things for me. Take it easy! Eating, drinking and playing all day long is useless! Since childhood How did I..."

"Li Bowen said that I took my little boyfriend to run all over the mountains?" Sun Wenqu interrupted his father and asked again.

"While I'm talking!" Dad's eyes widened, and he slapped the table next to him, "Is it your turn to speak! Your disgusting hobby can't be said at home, and you still have the face to ask questions." Already!"

Sun Wenqu didn't speak again.

"Let me tell you," Dad pointed at him, "without me, with your virtue, you can't live a day! If you don't give me honesty this time, you will have to eat! Don't count on you anymore Mom and your friends! I'm all set to say hello!"

Sun Wenqu looked at his father silently. Both Sun Yao and his mother had said that they should go back and have a good talk with his father.

well.

Talk.

Looking at the current scene, Dad didn't agree with them. Dad didn't plan to have a serious talk with him, and talked calmly as he imagined.

Talk about it, this is probably just a unilateral request of him.

"Do you understand?" Dad looked at him and asked sternly.

"I can..." Sun Wenqu opened his mouth, resisting the depression caused by the inexplicable "little boyfriend" and his father's accusations that have no room for him, "If I seriously do something, it's not Tao ,May I?"

"No! The road in the house is paved for you!" Dad raised his voice, "Look at yourself, what else can you do? You don't know what to do, you don't have a job, what else can you do besides fooling around with men? You What can you do!"

Sun Wenqu felt quite calm, but for some reason, his hands were shaking violently.

He turned and opened the door: "Then I'll go beg for food."

"What are you talking about!" Dad yelled.

Mom and Sun Yao were both standing in the living room, looking up at the corridor on the second floor, and they could hear Dad's yelling clearly.

"Ask him!" Sun Yao immediately frowned and lowered his voice, "What's the matter with you!"

"I'm going to beg for food," Sun Wenqu said in a low voice, but everyone in the family could hear him, "If one day I want to be a pottery, that's my idea, I am willing, and I am not forced by anyone."

"Naive." Dad's voice became cold.

"Well," Sun Wenqu walked downstairs, "This is my only advantage, and I give it to myself."

Fang Chi is very comfortable today. After training, he took a shower and changed his clothes. When he came out, his whole body was light, and he felt like he was bouncing when he walked.

Bouncing bouncing.

Fang Chi jumped two steps over to pick up his bag.

Bounces away crow's feet.

"Uncle Xiang, I'm leaving!" He yelled at Chen Xiang who was talking to a student.

"This kid," Chen Xiang laughed, "I'll take you to eat something good later?"

"No," Fang Chi smiled, "I have to review tonight."

"Ouch." Chen Xiang said.

In fact, Fang Chi's grades are not bad, and he has never slipped in the middle school. After the third year of high school, he was forced by Lao Li to move forward a lot. It's just that although their school is a century-old school, it is not a good school in general. A better school is useless.

Fang Chi had thought about not fighting hard before, but he hadn't been really cruel. These two days, Sun Wenqu gave him lecture questions, probably because he didn't bother to ask the teacher before, but now Sun Wenqu told him that he would Nervous, I had to listen carefully, and I felt a lot clearer at once, so I really made up my mind to finish the half year.

He was thinking about whether he should cook noodles at night, but Fang Chi felt his face was hit by a small object as soon as he walked out of the club.

He was startled, turned around but didn't see anything, felt nothing when he touched his face, and was just about to leave when he was hit again.

This time he saw it clearly, it was a small thing flying from the right, and after falling to the ground, it turned out to be a small ball of paper.

"Fuck!" He turned his head sharply and looked to the right.

There was a man leaning against the lamp post on the sidewalk on the right, looking at him with a smile on his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Fang Chi was surprised. The temperature dropped in the afternoon, but Sun Wenqu was still wearing only the casual jacket from the morning, with a shirt inside, standing in the wind.

"Let's go," Sun Wenqu rubbed his hands together, "I invite you to eat."

"What to eat?" Fang Chi looked at him, "What did you just hit me with?"

"This," Sun Wenqu raised his hand, flicked his finger, and another small ball of paper hit Fang Chi's nose, "Tang paper."

Fang Chi frowned and touched his nose: "It's quite accurate."

"Well, it basically refers to where to hit." Sun Wenqu smiled, "Besides piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and pottery, my sixth pretending magic skill."

"...This grade is a bit far behind." Fang Chi said, remembering the scene when Sun Wenqu threw a paper airplane at his face when he first went to borrow money.

Sun Wenqu hailed a taxi, got in the car and gave an address. Fang Chi heard that it was near Sun Wenqu's neighborhood. He felt that there were no restaurants over there that a dude like Sun Wenqu could appreciate.

"What to eat?" Fang Chi asked.

"Shao Mai, Chen Ji Shao Mai." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh," Fang Chi nodded, "It's so delicious that you want to write about the one on the wall?"

"That's right." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Fang Chi felt that a shop selling siu mai should be on the side of the road, with a small front door and oily tables and chairs... But after getting out of the car, Sun Wenqu led him into a small alley, and turned around from the other side. One end came out, and two more intersections were turned.

"Are you abducting? If you let me walk, I won't be able to go back," Fang Chi said, "Is this 'Shaomai at the door'?"

"It's just abduction," Sun Wenqu turned his head and grinned at him, "Has the handsome guy lost his virginity, so I can ask for a price..."

"No..." Fang Chi was thinking about where the siu mai shop was, and almost followed his words without paying attention.

Sun Wenqu laughed for a long time, put his arm on his shoulder, and pointed to the front: "Here we are, there."

A small siu mai shop with an area of ​​only [-] square meters didn't look like anything special, but there were quite a lot of people, the first floor was already full, so Sun Wenqu took him up to the second floor.

The second floor is a steeple attic with only two tables for people, and there are still empty tables by the window.

"Eating siu mai is like learning Buddhist scriptures." Fang Chi sat down and said.

"It's delicious," Sun Wenqu said, "I promise you will like it."

The waiter followed him up the stairs, and without giving the menu, he leaned against the table: "How much stuffing do you want?"

"The same drawer," Sun Wenqu said, "and take some of your wine, the boss's secret one."

"Okay." The waiter nodded, turned and went downstairs.

"I don't drink," Fang Chi whispered, "I still read at night."

"I'll drink it." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Then will you still give me a lecture?" Fang Chi looked at him, "How about I go home tonight and read by myself."

"Tell me," Sun Wenqu leaned back on the chair, "I don't drink much, besides, as long as it's not mixed."

"Oh," Fang Chi looked out the window, "Why are you thinking of treating me to siu mai today?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to invite you in the future," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I want to eat siu mai, and I'll take you to eat something else tomorrow."

"Huh?" Fang Chi didn't understand.

"Don't inquire about it," Sun Wenqu stretched his waist, "You are sad."

Fang Chi didn't ask any more. He always felt that Sun Wenqu was a little strange today, and the loneliness that he leaned on the front of the car that day was vaguely wrapped around him.

Fang Chi was taken aback when the waiter served the siu mai. There were two stacks of [-] drawers of siu mai. When they were placed on the small table, they blocked all the people opposite.

"So much?" Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu from between the two stacks of siu mai.

"Yes, there are several kinds of skins and stuffings." Sun Wenqu held his chin and looked at him through the cracks, "It's not over yet."

"Can you finish eating so much!" Fang Chi said.

"A teenager who has been training for a day will definitely be able to finish eating," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Don't you still practice physical fitness in the afternoon?"

"...how do you know?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"Then there's nothing you don't know," Sun Wenqu arranged the siu mai in a drawer, "I'm your real father."

"Did you go in the afternoon?" Fang Chi asked.

"Yeah," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You're really devoted to training, I've been in your club more than a dozen times and you haven't seen me."

"You... have been here all afternoon?" Fang Chi was shocked.

"Yes, from noon to just now," Sun Wenqu picked up a piece of siu mai, "Hurry up and eat it, it won't taste so good when it gets cold."

"Oh," Fang Chi stuffed a siu mai into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Aren't you okay?"

"I made an appointment with someone to talk about something, and I left after the talk. I didn't even eat lunch." Sun Wenqu took a bite of the siu mai, "Oh, I'm starving to death."

"Don't eat when you talk about things?" Fang Chi was a little confused.

"Don't ask," Sun Wenqu frowned, "Eat such delicious food seriously!"

Fang Chi swallowed the siu mai. It was really delicious. It was different from the one he steamed at home. He stuffed another one: "It's delicious."

After eating one of the same, he still couldn't help but asked again: "Won't you go eat by yourself when you have nothing to eat after talking about things? And why don't you go home?"

"I don't want to eat," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "I don't want to go back, oh, I don't want to go home, why go to the club, because there is no place to go, then why don't I say hello to you, because I see you are sweating I'm afraid to throw my face off, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"It's gone." Fang Chi lowered his head and began to eat the siu mai seriously.

In fact, Fang Chi is also hungry. In the past, after such a day of training, he could eat a pot of noodles by himself when he went home. But today, there are only four of these siu mai in one drawer. Yes, he let it go and didn't finish eating.

On the contrary, Sun Wenqu, who was yelling that he was starving to death, put down his chopsticks after eating six, and drank slowly.

"Don't you just order food when you drink?" Fang Chi asked.

"A master like me doesn't kill with a knife," Sun Wenqu took a sip of his wine, "I don't use food when I drink."

Fang Chi didn't speak, feeling that he couldn't find a suitable posture to follow up with this sentence.

This siu mai is really good. Sun Wenqu, who hadn't finished eating, packed a bag and said to take it home to reheat it at night for supper.

When checking out, Fang Chi saw that he had drawn several large tickets from his wallet, and was taken aback. After the waiter walked away, he asked, "How much is it?"

"A drawer of 25, what's wrong?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Damn it!" Fang Chi was stunned, and shouted in a low voice, "Is it just these four siu mai 25 drawers that are not enough for me?"

"Adding one piece is not enough for you and you haven't finished eating yet." Sun Wenqu said lazily.

"Is this the point?" Fang Chi looked at him, frowned after thinking about it, "I knew I wouldn't eat so much, six yuan is more than one thumb."

Sun Wenqu made him laugh for a long time at these words, and he didn't stop even after leaving the store.

"You said you can drink well," Fang Chi sighed, "It's windy, don't have fun."

"Hey Fang Xiaochi," Sun Wenqu put his arm on his shoulders and leaned against him, "You are quite funny sometimes."

Fang Chi didn't speak. When Sun Wenqu approached him, his whole body was stiff, and his tongue was so stiff that he couldn't bend it. If it wasn't for the fear that Sun Wenqu would say something to poke him, he would have almost thrown him with an arm. to open.

"You can talk to your Uncle Liangzi," Sun Wenqu said as he walked, "I brought him here to eat, and he also thought that the siu mai was too small, so he immediately said, "Damn it, this siu mai ox" , Force, order the siu mai and serve it, serve it up."

Sun Wenqu imitated Ma Liang's speech perfectly, Fang Chi lost his temper for a moment, and both of them giggled with Sun Wenqu all the way, not knowing what kind of evil he was.

Back at Sun Wenqu's place, Fang Chi went into the study with his schoolbag, ready to start work.

"You write first, if there is anything you don't understand, leave it alone," Sun Wenqu said, "I'll take a shower to sober up."

"Aren't you drunk?" Fang Chi glanced at him.

"If you're not drunk, you're not drunk," Sun Wenqu frowned, "But, wine..."

"Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, it's over, you can go wash it quickly." Fang Chi hurried over and closed the study door.

Hearing the sound of Sun Wenqu's footsteps going to the bathroom, he lowered his head and started to do the questions. There is still a lot of English that is due tomorrow.

Sun Wenqu seemed to have lighted incense in the study today, and Fang Chi could always smell the faint scent while writing, which was quite pleasant.

He looked around, and found that the incense plate was sitting on the seat, and it was already lit, only a few small rings of incense ash remained, and underneath was a very delicate white pottery incense plate.

Fang Ying had said that Sun Wenqu was playing pottery, but he hadn't seen it before. Apart from this incense plate, there was no other pottery in this house.

He took the incense plate and looked at it. It was very beautiful. I don’t know if it was made by Sun Wenqu. It looked very simple, just a square shape with four sides curved inwards, looking like a fat four-pointed star. It's quite modern.

After Sun Wenqu took a sober-up shower, he came over and opened the study door: "Have you finished writing?"

"...How can it be so fast," Fang Chi said while writing, "It will take a while, what's wrong?"

"Then you write, I'll ask, if there is still a while, I'll sleep for a few minutes." Sun Wenqu said.

"Still drunk?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"It has nothing to do with alcohol," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I'm just sleepy, and today I'm a little...tired."

"Oh," Fang Chi didn't understand what it meant, but still nodded, "Then you go to sleep."

"Just wake me up when you're done." Sun Wenqu said and closed the study door.

Fang Chi fought for almost three hours lying on this big black table, which is particularly concentrating, because Sun Wenqu just slept on the sofa, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly, so he didn't take much rest in the middle. I wrote all the homework I saved in the past two days, except for the questions I couldn't write, there was also an English composition that I couldn't write.

After looking at the time, he stood up and moved around, feeling a little dizzy in his head, and he didn't know whether he was distracted by the topic or tired.

Sun Wenqu was still sleeping, and Fang Chi walked to the sofa, hesitating whether to wake him up.

What is the concept of tired heart? Fang Chi didn't quite understand it, but Sun Wenqu didn't seem to have slept too deeply. With his hands covering his eyes, he could see his eyelashes trembling slightly between his fingers.

Fang Chi cleared his throat lightly, and just when he was about to wake him up, Sun Wenqu opened his eyes and said in a nasal voice, "Are you finished?"

"Well, not many people will meet today." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu sat up, stretched, and turned his neck back and forth, left and right. When he turned his head, Fang Chi saw a small pattern behind his ear.

He was very young, and it was the first time he had known Sun Wenqu for so long that he had noticed that besides his lower back, the magical place behind his ears actually had tattoos.

"What are you looking at?" Sun asked Qu and stood up.

"Is this your tattoo?" Fang Chi pointed to his ear.

"This," Sun Wenqu touched the back of his ear, "Yeah, I forgot if you didn't tell me, do you want to see it?"

"No...don't look at it." Fang Chi was a little embarrassed, Sun Wenqu's skin was fair, and when he turned his head, his neck drew a beautiful arc, and he quickly looked back.

"Then let's talk about the topic." Sun Wenqu yawned and entered the study.

Fang Chi followed, and Sun Wenqu was already half-lying on the table to read his homework.

"The biggest problem today is this thing," Fang Chi pulled out the English paper, "I can't write the composition based on the pictures."

Sun Wenqu looked at the question and smiled: "Is your English level the same as that of MynameisFangCHi, 18yearsoldthisyear?"

"No way," Fang Chi smiled. When Sun Wenqu spoke English, his voice was different from usual, and it was very pleasant to hear. "I can still understand Gravity."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu was stunned for a while, and after realizing it, he smiled for a long time, "I still remember."

"Why don't you write me a sample essay," Fang Chi thought for a while, "Keep it simple, and I can expand it accordingly."

"Why don't you just let me write it for you, and you can copy it." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, and took the pen and paper, "Okay, I'll write one for you."

"En." Fang Chi responded.

Sun Wenqu twirled the pen, bowed his head and began to write on the paper.

When Fang Chi saw the first word he wrote, he had the urge to put away his English paper.

Sun Wenqu's English is also quite beautiful, with a series of small circles that he is used to, not the handsome thin circles, but cute fat circles, forming the shape of his vigorous calligraphy on the wall behind him. A stark contrast.

Fang Chi wanted to follow along to see what he wrote, but his attention was focused on the font, and he was fascinated by it.

The room was very quiet, save for the slight rustling of Sun Wenqu's pen tip across the paper.

Fang Chi suddenly felt something inexplicable. He was very close to Sun Wenqu, and he could smell the coconut milk fragrance on his body, and even feel his breath.

"Does it look good?" Sun Wenqu suddenly stopped writing and turned to look at him.

"Huh?" Fang Chi was a little dazed at this moment.

"Words." Sun Wenqu said softly.

"Ah," Fang Chi looked into his eyes, his voice was a little rough, "It's pretty...fat."

Sun Wenqu smiled, but did not speak.

Fang Chi didn't speak either. He and Sun Wenqu had met face to face at such close distance more than once, but this time the feeling was completely different.

Time and thinking seemed to have stopped at the smile on the corner of Sun Wenqu's mouth.

"Hey." Sun Wenqu said softly.

"Ah?" Fang Chi responded.

Sun Wenqu leaned over and touched his lips lightly.