flying dog

Ma Liang stood by the window and looked at him while smoking a cigarette: "Are you doing something, you can't see anything... Are you forcing, forcing..."

"Who am I stronger?" Sun Wenqu got out of bed, poured himself a glass of milk, "Fang Chi?"

Ma Liang stared at him for a while: "Probably not, I didn't do it, you beat him, but he."

"I can't be too outrageous if I can beat it," Sun Wenqu held the cup, "Am I that kind of person, playing hooligans to a high school student?"

"You can play after graduation," Ma Liangliang nodded, and put out his cigarette, "Then what are you doing?"

Sun Wenqu glanced at him, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "I kissed you."

"What?" Ma Liang turned his head suddenly, choked directly, and coughed for a long time without stopping.

Sun Wenqu walked out of the bedroom, fell on the sofa, put his legs on the coffee table: "As for you."

"You are an uncle," Ma Liang followed and pointed at him, "Why are you so shameless?"

"Get out, who's the uncle." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"That's... shameless." Ma Liang said.

"I thought he was, but he said no... let's not talk about it," Sun Wenqu waved his hand, "Do you have any instructions?"

"Tomorrow," Ma Liang said, "go to my place for a, one trip."

Sun asked him not to speak.

"It's not for you to make pottery," Ma Liang sat next to him, "It's useful like that, I don't need to run, just take a trip."

"What's the matter?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"It's also related to Tao." Ma Liang glanced at him, "Go and help me, big customer...customer, please design it."

"Are you setting me up?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

"Just think about it," Ma Liang patted his leg, "I made a special trip, come here, please help, I'm not satisfied with the previous design."

"I'll think about it." Sun Wenqu yawned.

After Ma Liang left, Sun Wenqu didn't bother to move, and didn't go back to lie on the bed, but just lay down on the sofa.

Dad is serious this time, more serious than asking him to dig the soil last time. Although he doesn't have a sense of urgency yet, he occasionally thinks about the future.

Whether the house is in his name or not, it belongs to Sun Yao, so if he really wants to sell it, he has nothing at all.

Now he is thinking about what to do with the house, he still has a lot of deposits, otherwise he wouldn't spend [-] to tease Fang Chi, but it is impossible to buy a house in full, and pay the mortgage after paying the down payment?

Might as well just rent one.

But no matter how he did it, he found it troublesome.

Looking for a house to see a house, pack your things, move, pack your things and live.

I'm so annoying.

"Is there any vacancy in your house?" Sun Wenqu sat in Ma Liang's office the next afternoon and asked, "Let it to me."

"No." Ma Liang said.

Ma Liang and his wife are able to endure hardships and live well. Their studio is doing well now, but they have been driving broken bread and have not bought a house. In order to save money, they bought a room upstairs from the studio. Still living there.

"Do you want Liangzi to ask for you?" Ma Liang's daughter-in-law Hu Yuanyuan came in with a pot of coffee and put it on the table.

"No, thank you sister-in-law," Sun Wenqu poured a cup of coffee, "I'll just ask myself."

"Ask yourself?" Hu Yuanyuan said, "Where are Liangzi and I going to hunt you down if you're sold out? Why don't you leave us a code first, it's not easy to grow up so big."

Ma Liang sat behind the table and laughed for a long time, Sun Wenqu smiled and clicked his tongue: "Sister-in-law, we are talking about business here."

"Let's talk, let's talk, let me tell you why the sun didn't come out from the east today." Hu Yuanyuan smiled and patted him on the shoulder, turned and went out.

It is not difficult for Ma Liang to ask him for help, that is, there is a client with a lot of money who wants to make a set of pots, and has requirements for materials and other materials, but he is not satisfied with their previous designs I want Sun Wenqu to design a set, but if it is not difficult, it is also quite difficult. The aesthetics of the pot are not uniform.

"What request does he have?" Sun asked Qu looking at the previous design in the computer.

"It has heritage, culture, culture, and solidity, but it must also have modernity, sense, simplicity, and fashion." Ma Liang said.

"What the hell request?" Sun Wenqu frowned, thinking for a long time, "Tell me first what kind of person this bully is, have you been to his house, what kind of decoration style."

"The village, the rich man who came out of the village, stayed abroad," Ma Liang said succinctly, "Crystal chandelier, the chandelier is paired with mahogany, and he wears, wears, sunglasses in the dark."

Sun Wenqu glanced at him: "Understood."

As an unemployed vagrant who is about to be kicked out of his place of residence, has no source of income, has never been to work, has no education and no means of livelihood except for a bunch of pretentious skills, and has been idle around for nearly 30 years, probably Except for Sun Wenqu, no one else would be able to enjoy a leisurely stroll.

Sun Wenqu felt that it was not that he was not in a hurry, but that he didn't know where and how to be in a hurry.

Anyway, he is still living in a big house now, and he is nourished by eating and drinking. Although he has just been slapped black-eyed, it does not affect his slow and lazy life.

When I met Xiaoji at the gym, I asked him to come over to have his hair done the next day.

"Try to dye it?" The sky cannon on Xiaoji's head turned purple, and he was still very persistent in wanting him to dye it.

"No." Sun Wenqu still answered briefly.

"It's a pity that he has such a good face," Xiaoji sighed, "He's still so handsome after being beaten."

"Shut up and do it quickly," Sun Wenqu said, "I'll sleep for a while."

"How about a perm? Your hair is long enough." Xiaoji said again.

"Are you looking for smoke?" Sun asked him and closed his eyes.

"Hey, I've never seen you like this. You have such a simple shape, and I don't have room for it," Xiaoji muttered in a low voice, "You can get it in an ordinary barber shop here, and it's cheap."

"I don't want to move," Sun Wenqu said, "If you don't shut up, I'll hit someone."

"I didn't tell you," Xiaoji turned to the little assistant next to him and said, "Did you Amy?"

"Yeah." Amy was still weak.

Sun Wenqu definitely couldn't fall asleep, but at least Xiaoji shut up and he could close his eyes and rest for a while.

Although Xiaoji was long-winded, he still had a high professional level and his movements were quick. On the basis of ensuring intensive cultivation, he managed Sun Wenqu's hair as quickly as possible.

"Okay," Xiaoji patted Sun Wenqu, "Open your eyes and see the world."

"Very good, thanks for your hard work." Sun Wenqu opened his eyes and looked in the mirror.

"Brother Sun, I think you're quite lacklustre," Xiaoji said while packing up his things, "Let me introduce you to a massage parlor that is particularly reliable and skilled."

"En." Sun Wenqu responded.

Xiaoji gave him a name: "Report my name without applying for a card, and the membership price will be paid directly."

"Are you saying I'm Chick's friend, Puppy?" Sun asked Qu to look at his business card. He seemed to have been to this place before, with Ma Liang.

"Yang Dingbang," Xiaoji said, "my name is Yang Dingbang."

"Hey, the name is really good." Sun Wenqu couldn't help but look seriously at Xiaoji's face, "It's just that the name doesn't have anything to do with you."

Xiaoji laughed: "They said it was a name given by a fortune teller. My parents thought it was a little something to do, so they used it."

When it came to the name, Sun Wenqu was actually a little confused, not knowing what his father's original thought was when he named him.

But what is certain is that no matter what ideas and expectations I have, I must not meet the standard.

It's not that he didn't work hard to cooperate, his father asked him to learn, even if he didn't like it or was interested, he also studied it all seriously, but while walking according to his father's arrangement, he felt that this would be the case in this life.

"You will be my most successful work."

Dad said it when he was very young, and he said it later, and later he said that you are the most failed work in my life.

When he was young, he didn't feel much. He didn't have an intuitive concept of what a "work" is.

When he grew up, he slowly got a feeling when he looked at the pottery clay that was kneaded and corrected in his own hands. The pottery he made, the characters he wrote, and the pictures he drew... are all his works. .

His whole life as a work made him afraid and angry.

Of course, the conflict between him and his father is no longer as simple as a struggle in a work. The more complicated the content, the harder it is to resolve the conflict.

In particular, no one really seems to want to defuse.

Sun Wenqu yawned, took out his mobile phone and called Luo Peng: "Come out."

"Ask him?" Luo Peng's voice was a little surprised, "Are you okay?"

"What's the matter?" Sun asked Qu.

"Aren't you being punished by the old man?" Luo Peng said, "I didn't even dare to call you, and Bowen asked me not to contact you, for fear that you would be controlled by the old man and cause trouble for you."

Sun Wenqu felt as if he was about to explode at this moment, with 1 hooves of horses, sheep, pigs, and black donkeys stamping on his body.

"It's not that exaggerated." He smiled.

"That's good, that's good," Luo Peng heaved a sigh of relief, "Then we're coming out next week, Zhang Lin's birthday party is coming."

"Where is it?" Sun asked him.

"It's convenient at Bowen's place," Luo Peng said.

"Well, fine." Sun Wenqu gritted his teeth.

"Ask him," Luo Peng lowered his voice again, "Is there no one from your father next to you?"

"No, say." Sun Wenqu felt his hands shaking.

"Tell me about the lack of money. Bowen said that your father has notified you and won't let you borrow money," Luo Peng said in a low voice, "But it should be fine quietly, and he won't find out."

"No shortage, don't worry about it." Sun Wenqu took a breath.

"Well, anyway, if you have something to say, just say it," Luo Peng resumed his normal tone, "I'm steaming right now, are you coming?"

"Forget it, I can't stand that thing." Sun Wenqu said.

"Then we'll talk in detail when we meet next week. I have a bottle of good wine here waiting for you." Luo Peng said.

"Success." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Luo Peng hung up the phone.

Sun Wenqu sat on the sofa, staring at his mobile phone.

The anger and depression that had nowhere to vent made him feel like coughing, but he couldn't even cough, so he just kept holding back.

Finally, he raised his hand and slammed the phone in his hand at the TV.

The phone hit the upper left corner of the TV accurately and bounced to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

He stepped on the phone a few more times, and fell back on the sofa in satisfaction after hearing the cracking sound.

The service contract was voided, and Fang Chi no longer had to go to Sun Wenqu's house to take care of the confinement child, and he didn't need to buy vegetables and cook to prevent Sun Wenqu from having a convulsion, so he had a lot of leisure every day.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with this kind of life that was no different from before.

What a shame...

But even if Sun Wenqu asked him to go now, he would definitely not go again. The question Sun Wenqu asked had made him unable to face this person anymore.

No.

I'm not.

He gave this answer to Sun Wenqu, and he also gave it to Xiao Yiming before.

I just don't know why, this time when facing Sun Wenqu's question, his answer is no longer as straightforward as when he was facing Xiao Yiming.

The only thing that hasn't changed is resistance and subconscious avoidance.

Originally talking to Xiao Yiming that day, the relationship has eased a little bit, but suddenly bumped into Sun Wenqu, who is so crazy, and was seen by Xiao Yiming, he suddenly started to feel uncomfortable these days.

Fortunately, the end of the term is coming soon, and the review is getting tighter and tighter, so he can't take care of too many tiring things.

If you have time to think about Sun Wenqu, why not think about Sun Wenqu's money.

After taking the money from Fang Ying last time, Fang Ying no longer avoided him, kept making phone calls, and didn't move, but he always said that he hadn't got the money together yet.

Although the service contract was depressing, without such a thing, Fang Chi's debts became more and more unreliable.

"How do you go this way today?" Xiao Yiming turned around and asked.

"Go to my sister's place." Fang Chi said.

Fang Ying's house is in the same location as Xiao Yiming's house, so to find Fang Yinghui will walk a long way with Xiao Yiming.

"Do you want to eat chestnuts?" Xiao Yiming looked ahead and asked.

"Eat." Fang Chi was a little hungry, and he could already smell the aroma of roasted chestnuts in front of him from a long distance away.

"I'm treating guests," Xiao Yiming quickened his pace, "I'm starving to death."

"Yeah." Fang Chi followed him and walked over quickly, which felt very familiar. They used to eat together after school, and every time they were in a hurry like starving ghosts grabbing food.

After buying a bag of chestnuts for each person, when they turned to leave, a few motorcycles stopped on the side of the road, and a few people got out of the car, probably also want to buy chestnuts.

Xiao Yiming's steps paused, Fang Chi lowered his head and was eating, and bumped into him directly. When he raised his head again, he saw two people from Class [-], and...Xiao Yiming's ex-boyfriend.

Fang Chi was a little irritable, he glanced at those people without making a sound, turned around and walked away, Xiao Yiming followed behind him without saying a word.

Someone whistled.

Fang Chi put on the earphones hanging around his neck, and before he could turn on the music, he heard someone say in a strange tone: "It's really better than you, no wonder you are a substitute."

"Fuck you," the ex-boyfriend cursed, "That's what I left over from eating."

When Fang Chi suddenly turned around and walked back, Xiao Yiming gave him a hand: "Fang Chi, what are you doing!"

Fang Chi didn't speak, and rushed over in two steps, and punched his ex-boyfriend on the bridge of the nose. The punch was quite heavy, and it was different from when he hit Sun Wenqu.

The ex-boyfriend silently covered his nose, and bent down subconsciously, probably because of the pain so much that he couldn't make a sound.

Then he put his knee on his chin and then kicked his chest. Fang Chi did it in one go. The boy fell to the ground on his back, and those few people came back to their senses.

"You..." Fang Chi pointed at him, and he didn't know what to say after pointing twice. It was like this every time, and he didn't know what to say.

Just as he was thinking of words, Xiao Yiming came over and dragged him away. After walking two steps, he started to run, and Fang Chi had no choice but to run along.

After running for a few steps, I heard the sound of a motorcycle behind me, and they came after me.

"Fuck." Fang Chi stopped abruptly, threw his schoolbag aside, turned around and threw himself at a person who jumped out of the car, punching him in the stomach.

Someone hit him with something on the back, and without looking back, he grabbed the man's wrist with a backhand, and then twisted it hard, and the man squatted down with a groan.

There were only four people chasing him, two from Class [-] and two from other schools.

Fang Chi kicked out again, and suddenly felt a very good feeling, like doing radio exercises, especially stretched, especially able to vent his anger. For him, these people seemed to be sent to his door to let him vent.

One two three four five six seven eight, two two three four five six seven eight...

It was so sweet.

When he was forcibly dragged away by Xiao Yiming in the end, he was still a little unsatisfied.

Xiao Yiming dragged him for a block before letting go, frowning: "Why bother? Aren't you asking for trouble for yourself?"

"They dare not." Fang Chi turned around and lit a cigarette towards the wall.

"It's all shameless, can you resist it a few times secretly?" Xiao Yiming leaned against the wall and sighed.

"I'm not worried. What are you worried about?" Fang Chi said.

"If you say a few words, let them say a few words," Xiao Yiming ate a chestnut, "You can't avoid these things even more after doing this."

"What's the matter?" Fang Chi asked smoothly, and regretted it after asking.

Xiao Yiming remained silent and continued eating chestnuts.

Fang Chi took a puff of smoke against the wall. He knew what Xiao Yiming meant, and he was right. He had nothing to do with it. After the fight, everything would be fine.

But to make him keep silent while listening to such words in person, he couldn't suppress his temper.

Very contradictory.

What's wrong?none of your business?

Then what to hide?

What are you afraid of?

Fang Chi pinched his cigarette annoyedly: "I'm leaving."

Xiao Yiming handed him a bag of chestnuts, Fang Chi took it and stuffed it into his coat, suddenly he wanted to laugh again, it was amazing, Xiao Yiming still cared about the chestnuts in such a mess, he didn't lose both bags.

When I walked downstairs to Fang Ying's house, it was the busiest time for every household to cook and cook. I could smell the fragrance of vegetables with every breath. If it weren't for the chestnuts, Fang Chi would have wanted to eat a bowl at the noodle restaurant downstairs first. face up again.

When he was about to enter the corridor, a battery car drove over and stopped. There were a bunch of fast food boxes on the pedals of the car. The people in the car took the boxes off together and ran upstairs.

Fang Chi's eyebrows furrowed immediately.

This is for food delivery. Apart from Fang Ying, there is probably no one in this building ordering food.

Still ordered so much.

He walked upstairs slowly, feeling that the fire was a little simmering again.

When they reached the floor of Fang Ying's house, the food delivery person ran down empty-handed, and Fang Chi walked to the door of Fang Ying's house under pressure.

The door was ajar and not closed tightly, and from the open crack, one could see the mahjong table in the room and Fang Ying, who was looking tired but full of energy.

Fang Chi opened the door and walked in. When he saw a small stool next to him holding a box of fast food snacks that he was about to eat, his anger exploded.

"Xiao Chi..." Fang Ying stood up in surprise.

Fang Chi went over and directly flipped the poker table, and the money and mahjong on the table were scattered all over the floor.

"Go into the house to eat Xiaoguo," Fang Chi said.

Xiaoguo ran into the back room with the boxed lunch.

"Who is this person!" A woman shouted, "Crazy!"

"Get out!" Fang Chi turned his head and stared at her.

The room was quite quiet, no one spoke or moved, all looked at him.

Fang Chi fell into a state of not knowing what to say again, so he had to step on the overturned tabletop, which made a cracking sound and cracked a crack.

Several people just jumped up, turned around and ran out, and then went downstairs while cursing.

"What are you doing!" Fang Ying frowned, picking up all the money on the ground.

"You still bet?" Fang Chi pulled her up, suppressing his voice, "Do you think it's okay if you got into trouble last time?"

"I'm just today..." Fang Ying turned away.

"Stop farting!" Fang Chi pointed to the door of the back room, "It's fine for you to be a mess, and you let Xiaoguo live like this?"

Fang Ying didn't speak.

"Go." Fang Chi dragged her towards the door.

"What are you doing!" Fang Ying was taken aback and struggled.

"Repay the money," Fang Chi said, and grabbed her bag on the sofa, "If you have money to play cards, don't you have money to pay back?"

Fang Ying was dragged by him to the ATM next to the community. Although she was very reluctant, she still had no choice but to enter the password.

Kari's balance was over [-] yuan. Fang Ying could see that he had been trying to get some money, but he couldn't bear to pay back the money after getting it.

Regardless of Fang Ying's protest, Fang Chi transferred [-] to his own card, leaving a small change for Fang Ying.

"I'll warn you again," Fang Chi pointed at Fang Ying's nose, "I don't care if you deceive yourself, but if you dare to deceive me, I will definitely not let you go."

"I dare not!" Fang Ying frowned.

"You'd better not dare," Fang Chi said, "Let me see you gamble before the money is paid off. Don't blame me for being rude."

Fang Ying glanced at him.

"The money I lent you is from Sun Wenqu," Fang Chi stared at her, "Don't think he's easier to deal with than those usury you provoked!"

Fang Ying suddenly raised his head and stared at him: "How did you get money from him! God!"

"Don't worry about it." Fang Chi turned and left.

Fang Chi returned home, checked Chakari's money, and took out his mobile phone.

Sun Wenqu hadn't contacted him for the past few days, as if with the invalidation of the service contract, the money he owed was also invalidated.

Sun Wenqu could not ask about the money, but Fang Chi was embarrassed not to mention it. He wanted to pay back part of it first, even if it was to report the progress.

But even though the call was connected, no one answered Sun Wenqu's side.