flying dog

Sun Wenqu often has a fit, says something that catches people off guard, and does things that catch people off guard, but Fang Chi never thought that Sun Wenqu would do such a thing in such a serious process of writing English teaching model essays things come.

The soft and moist touch came quickly with a small whirlwind, barely staying, and then left with a small wind.

But Fang Chi was overturned to the ground by the powerful force brought by this sudden light touch.

He leaned back sharply, and the chair fell back too.

Shock.

confused.

Scared.

Too late to get angry.

He fell to the floor with a loud bang, including the chair.

Sun Wenqu was still half lying on the table, with his head tilted, holding a pen in his hand, and had no chance to speak. The moment Fang Chi fell to the ground, he put his hands on the ground, and the whole person jumped up from the ground and stood firmly. at the table.

Good skill!

Then he punched Sun Wenqu in the face.

Good work!

Before Sun Wenqu recovered from the star-studded state lying on the table, Fang Chi heard Fang Chi bumping the table, kicking the chair and hitting the door and ran out with noisiness.

When he raised his head covering the corners of his eyes, he heard the living room door slam shut.

"Damn." He frowned and said in a low voice, stretched his arms and looked at it for a while, then sighed and leaned back on the table, closing his eyes.

Fang Chi felt that he flew out of the courtyard wall almost without using his legs to help him kick. This was the fastest time he had run home in so many years, and it was after a day of training.

All the way the cold wind poured into the clothes from the neckline, and the whole body was frozen cold, and he could not hear anything in his ears, only the whistling wind, and he slowed down until he ran downstairs.

Panting heavily and walking upstairs, I still felt the buzzing in my head, all thoughts disappeared, and they were all discounted into Sun Wenqu's touch without warning.

After opening the door and entering the room, he still felt a little dizzy, so he lay down on the sofa.

There was a groaning sound next to his arm, and then he was scratched severely by his paw.

"Hey," Fang Chi took a quick look, and Mr. Huang was squeezed between his arm and the back of the sofa, which startled him, "I didn't mean it!"

Mr. Huang ignored him, turned around and rushed to the refrigerator to sit down.

"I'm sorry... hey..." Fang Chi sighed long, and closed his eyes to relieve his dizziness.

Now he can't tell what he's thinking, and he can't tell what he's feeling, so he feels confused.

It was a mess like falling into a haystack, and I was so dazed that I didn't know what happened. I didn't hit my head when I fell at Sun Wenqu's house just now...

As soon as he thought of Sun Wenqu, he immediately felt as if he had been poked by countless hot needles, his whole body felt hot and prickly, and he also felt numb due to heart palpitations.

That's right, apart from confusion and dizziness, the clearest feeling is heart palpitations.

Heart beating fast, scared.

tension.

disturbed.

Fang Chi couldn't remember how he fell asleep that night. When he woke up in the morning, he found himself lying on the sofa without moving.

He sat on the sofa, his head was a little heavy, and he had to hold it with his hands.

After holding it for about 10 minutes, he slowly woke up. After washing, he changed his clothes and prepared to go to school.

but……

No bag, no books, no homework, nothing.

They were all thrown away at Sun Wenqu's house.

The only thing I brought out from Sun Wenqu's house yesterday was my mobile phone, and it was because I put it in my pocket before.

Fang Chi sat back on the sofa and sighed, what happened last night came flooding back like a tide, making him a little overwhelmed.

Holding the mobile phone, he texted Sun Wenqu's name for a long time in a daze. Finally, he stood up, prepared the cat food for Mr. Huang, and went out.

That's it, let's talk about the schoolbag and so on, let's make do with borrowing someone else's for today.

Fang Chi shook his hands and went out the door.

When he got near the school and wanted to eat breakfast, he realized that not only the schoolbag was gone, but also the wallet in the schoolbag, and he was penniless now.

"Fuck." Fang Chi cursed in a low voice, and could only wait at the intersection of the school against the wind.

After standing there for no more than 2 minutes, Xu Zhou drove over with a small battery. He was about to call out when he saw Xiao Yiming sitting behind him, so he hesitated again.

"Fang Chi!" Seeing him, Xu Zhou yelled and drove the car over to stop in front of him, "What are you doing here?"

"...Do you have any money?" Fang Chi said, "Lend me some."

"How much?" Xu Zhou immediately grabbed his schoolbag and looked for the money.

"Two hundred." Fang Chi said, in fact, if you eat a breakfast with ten yuan, you can feel happy, but considering that you don't know when you will have the courage to go to Sun Wenqu's to get your schoolbag...

"You kill me," Xu Zhou stopped and looked at him, "Why don't we go and squat at the gate of Sanxiao, elementary school students are rich now."

"Then..." Fang Chi thought about eating breakfast with ten yuan.

"I have." Xiao Yiming said in the back seat and got out of the car.

"Take..." Fang Chishun said a word and then stopped quickly. Take it, he usually said that before, but this time he paused and said, "Lend me."

Xiao Yiming didn't speak, and took out two hundred from his pocket and gave it to him.

"I'm going to park the car first." Xu Zhou drove to the school first.

Fang Chi and Xiao Yiming stood on the side of the road, a little embarrassed.

"Have you eaten?" Fang Chi asked.

"No," Xiao Yiming said, "I want to eat wontons."

"Then go eat," Fang Chi was about to cross the street. The wonton shop is diagonally opposite. Big meat wontons are delicious. "I'm treating you."

"En." Xiao Yiming nodded.

When they were about to cross the street, a taxi drove over and stopped in front of them, just blocking the way to cross the street.

Fang Chi frowned and was about to go around, the door opened, and someone got out of the car.

"I really came to school like this." The man said.

Fang Chi was taken aback, turned his head, and saw Sun Wenqu, with obvious bruises on the corners of his eyes, probably from his punch yesterday.

So much energy?

Still hit the eye?

"Here." Sun Wenqu yawned while taking his schoolbag out of the car and throwing it over.

Fang Chi caught the schoolbag, and Xiao Yiming stood beside him. He didn't know what to say... In fact, he didn't know what to say when Xiao Yiming was not beside him.

"Thank you." That was all he said at the end.

"You're welcome." Sun Wenqu glanced at them, turned around and sat back in the car, and the car drove away.

"I thought... your schoolbag has been thrown into the classroom." Xiao Yiming looked in the direction of the car.

Fang Chi didn't speak, he threw his schoolbag on his back, and stuffed the 200 yuan back into Xiao Yiming's pocket.

The two of them crossed the street in silence, entered the store in silence, ordered two large bowls of wontons and ate in silence, Xiao Yiming raised his head several times to talk, but he didn't speak in the end.

Fang Chi didn't know what he wanted to say, but in Xiao Yiming's eyes, this should be a situation where he forgot to take his schoolbag after spending the night with a certain man. It's okay to change someone, but it happened to be Xiao Yiming.

If the relationship was still the same as before, Xiao Yiming probably would have already asked.

This morning's class was really tormenting, not sleepy, not tired, not confused or hungry, just staring at the teacher like that, a burst of tension ran through my mind from time to time, and my heart jumped a few times.

The uneasiness that came from the bottom of his heart kept him from falling asleep even in English class, and he stared at the teacher in a daze, and was startled.

When talking about the papers, Liang Xiaotao picked up the papers on his desk and read them. Just such a movement scared him so much that he almost jumped out of his chair.

"What's wrong?" Liang Xiaotao was also startled, and whispered, "I'll just read your paper."

"Look." Fang Chi tugged on his collar.

Liang Xiaotao glanced at him strangely, looked down at his paper, and when she turned to the composition questions at the back, she suddenly turned her head: "Who wrote this for you? The handwriting is really good."

"Huh?" Fang Chi turned his head and looked at the paper.

I was stunned at a glance, the composition question had already been written, a series of round and fat circles, at first glance it was written by Sun Wenqu, he did not speak, he dug out other papers and homework from his schoolbag, and found that Sun Wenqu had written them yesterday. Wen Qu didn't have time to explain to him those few questions have already been written.

"Is there someone else to help you with your homework?" Liang Xiaotao tutted twice, her English is pretty good, she glanced at the composition and tutted twice, "I'm still a top student."

Fang Chi didn't speak.

He didn't go to eat after school at noon. He lay down on the table and tried to sleep for a while, but failed.

The amazing thing is that he was still not sleepy in the afternoon self-study. When the teacher came to answer the questions, he was in good spirits the whole time, but he didn't hear much of what the teacher said, and just stared at the questions Sun Wenqu gave him in a daze.

He doesn't hate Sun Wenqu, of course he hated it at first, but then he stopped hating him, thinking that Sun Wenqu must have a high IQ, but his EQ is stunted. .

A lonely snake egg, the kind that helps people with their homework.

But no matter how good his impression of Sun Wenqu was, he was extremely resistant and unacceptable to this matter, as long as he thought about it, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

In the last self-study class, he thought carefully about a class and planned to formally tell Sun Wenqu not to do this again.

As soon as the bell rang, he left the classroom with his schoolbag, trotted all the way to a small street with few people, and took out his phone.

For some reason, his hands trembled a little while dialing.

The phone rang for a long time before Sun Wenqu picked it up: "Hello?"

Sun Wenqu's voice was a little muffled, and when it came out of the receiver, Fang Chi felt as if he was talking close to his ear, so he tightened his voice before he said, "I, Fang Chi."

"En." Sun Wenqu responded without saying a word.

"Then what," Fang Chi bit his lip, "Today... I won't cook for now."

"En." Sun Wenqu still responded.

"I just... just want to say," Fang Chi said with some difficulty, "I don't like you like that, just like yesterday, you know what I mean."

"Ah."

"So I want to say, if you keep doing this, I won't go over... But I will pay you back the money."

"Ah."

Sun Wenqu was always just um, Fang Chi didn't know what he meant, did he agree or didn't agree, or did he have other ideas?

"Your face..." He hesitated and asked again, seeing that the corners of Sun Wenqu's eyes were seriously hurt in the morning, although it was understandable, he was still embarrassed.

"Aren't you?" Sun Wenqu suddenly spoke and interrupted him.

"Is it... what?" Fang Chi was startled suddenly, and the palpitation like a flash passed by again.

"Do I have to say it?" Sun Wenqu said, "I feel like you don't want to hear it."

Fang Chi didn't speak, and felt that the things in front of him were jumping along with his heartbeat.

"Gay," Sun Wenqu said calmly, "Are you?"

These three words made Fang Chi lean against the tree next to him, and his back was sweating in a very cold day, and it was all in an instant.

He tried hard to control his emotions, and paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth: "I...not."

"Really," Sun Wenqu seemed to have a smile in his voice, "Are you sure?"

Fang Chi calmed down: "Sure."

"That's it," Sun Wenqu paused, "Then you don't have to come here again, that contract of prostitution, no, that service contract, void it."

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"The first time I said that I like men," Sun Wenqu's voice still didn't change, "Your reaction, I still think you are... But if you say you don't, then you are not, so there is no need to come again."

Fang Chi didn't speak, and didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"If you don't, it's useless for me to tease you, so let's just do it," Sun Wenqu said, "This month's salary is for you to put in the zipper pocket of your schoolbag. Buy some good cat food for Mr. Huang."

"...Oh," Fang Chi didn't know what he was thinking now, "I will pay back the money."

"It's not time yet, don't worry," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I'm hanging up, bye."

Before Fang Chi could speak, Sun Wenqu hung up the phone.

Fang Chi put the phone back in his pocket, and didn't continue running. He sat directly on the stone bench under the tree. The coldness of the stone quickly spread through his pants and crawled all over his body.

He took out the cigarette case from his schoolbag, lit one and held it.

After taking a few puffs, he reached into his schoolbag and rummaged through it, and found an envelope in the small zipper pocket.

A stack of new tickets was still tied with a thin note. Fang Chi looked at it, and there were still words on the note.

It’s Sun Wenqu’s handwriting, probably written with that kind of thin brush, about the size of a character written with a pen, very beautiful and neatly written: cooking fee, cooking fee, floor mopping fee, floor sweeping fee, Wall climbing fee, window removal fee...

Fei Fangchi didn't look at what else was left, and folded the note and put it in his pocket. The contents listed in this item reminded him repeatedly of various scenes at Sun Wenqu's house during this period.

Not too good.

After smoking a cigarette, he put on his earphones and stood up, walking back slowly.

Today I don’t need to cook, buy vegetables or clean up. The time suddenly seems to be more, and I can walk along the road without rushing.

When he arrived at the entrance of the community, he went to the nearby pet store to buy two bags of the same cat food as Sun Wenqu, and then went to the small supermarket to buy some noodles. It felt like he hadn't cooked noodles for himself in his crappy house for a long time.

When he got home, Mr. Huang unexpectedly didn't abuse Shipanzi, but slept in his own slippers by the door instead.

"So good today," Fang Chi picked it up and touched it in his hand, "Why don't you grow old when you are old?"

Mr. Huang waved his paw.

After feeding Mr. Huang and cleaning the cat litter, Fang Chi sat down at the desk, ready to review.

I had this desk when I was renting a house. The landlord had it. It was about the same size as his desk at his grandfather's house. Judging by its appearance and age, it was probably about the same size.

There are a lot of stickers on the table. Compared with Sun Wenqu's large black, soft and matte spotless table, it is really hard to concentrate.

He lay down on the table and started to do his homework. After writing for about half an hour, he was hungry, so he put down his pen and cooked a bowl of noodles for himself.

The noodles were cooked quite well. He dripped a few drops of sesame oil and it was very fragrant. While watching TV while eating, beads of sweat emerged from the hot tip of his nose.

Inexplicably, he remembered that he didn't know what Sun Wenqu was eating.

It is estimated to be takeaway, or go out to eat.

Thinking about it, I feel like I'm worrying about nothing. A young master who takes money for nothing, why should he worry about what to eat? Besides, no one did it before, and he looks... pretty good.

After eating the noodles, Fang Chi continued to do the questions. It didn't go smoothly, and he always lost his mind, but he struggled to finish it anyway, and he left all the questions he didn't know.

After he got up and took a sip of water, he went back to the table, looked at the few questions that he hadn't done, and sighed for a while.

Feeling a little depressed suddenly.

Fang Chi frowned and sat back on the chair, very depressed, and even more depressed because of his own depression, what the hell is going on!

After tossing until it was almost 12 o'clock, Fang Chi made do with the questions he didn't know, regardless of whether he was right or wrong, anyway, until it was filled up, it looked more comfortable when it was full.

He threw down his pen and yawned, took a quick shower and lay down on the bed. Since he was still in good spirits today, he put on his earphones and planned to listen to music to cultivate his drowsiness.

I chose a random play, then turned off the lights and closed my eyes.

The music in the machine is very soothing, and it is a great tool for running, walking, and meditation, and it is very relaxing to listen to.

Fang Chi closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, and let himself inhale and exhale slowly following the rhythm of the music. After a day of energy, he would not be able to sleep again at night, and he would not have to go to class tomorrow.

After listening to a few songs, the drowsiness did not come as expected. He sighed and planned to pick out a few songs that were particularly slow.

As soon as he raised his hand, two coughs came from his ears.

He immediately sat up as if he had been stabbed, and the hairs all over his body were fried.

"I'll play a piece for you. According to your level, I probably haven't heard it before." Sun Wenqu's voice came from the earphones, "This one is called Shepherdess. I like it very much. I wanted to play this song at your house the other day. , you ordered a horse race."

Fang Chi sat on the bed without moving.

After a short period of silence in the earphones, the characteristic erhu sounded with a little sadness.

It can be heard that Sun Wenqu's erhu is much better than his grandfather's, with a mellow and soft voice. Although the MP3 recording effect is not very good, Fang Chi was quickly drawn into the melody.

"When you arrive, will you open the door or not?" Ma Liang said on the phone.

"I'm so sleepy that I need to sleep," Sun Wenqu wrapped himself in the quilt, "I'm bored."

"Then I will open it myself." Ma Liang hung up the phone.

"Ah..." Sun Wenqu turned over and heard Ma Liang open the yard door, then the living room door, and finally pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

"Get up, get up." Ma Liang pointed to him.

"Why?" Sun asked Qu, lying still with her eyes closed.

"What are you thinking?" Ma Liang came over and lifted the quilt off his body, "This, such a big thing, don't, won't you tell me?"

Sun Wenqu sat up helplessly, grabbed his pajamas, put them on and sat cross-legged on the bed: "What a big deal, you don't hug your wife in the middle of the night and come here to lift the quilts of the gentlemen."

"The old man called..." Ma Liang sat down on the stool beside the bed and looked at him, "Why, what's going on?"

"What did I tell you?" Sun Wenqu yawned.

"I'm not allowed to give you the money. If I give you the money, I'll accept it. Get rid of me." Ma Liang said.

"What did you say?" Sun Wenqu turned his head, Dad moved quite quickly, and now the economy has started to be blocked?

"Come on, clean it up," Ma Liang frowned, "Can you still beat me up?"

"If you cut off your client, you will be finished." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"No, my client doesn't have the same style as his." Ma Liang looked anxious, and lit a cigarette directly in the bedroom, "You're about to become a stray snake, you know, you know."

"You came to remind me of this?" Sun Wenqu turned to look at him.

"What's wrong with your face?" Ma Liang stood up, stretched out his hand to touch his face, a little surprised, "You still move...your hand?"

"No," Sun Wenqu slapped his hand away, "It's not my dad."

"Who is it!" Ma Liang shouted with a cigarette in his mouth, and the ash fell on the bed.

"My son," Sun Wenqu slapped the ashes off the cigarette, "Go out and smoke."

"Your son, son? Fang, Fang, Fang... oh fuck," Ma Liang stared at him in surprise, "Are you playing tricks, a bony hooligan?"