flying dog

"Your son?" Ma Liang hesitated for a moment, took Sun Wenqu's cell phone, "Fang, Fang, Fang... Fuck, you are shamelessly kissing, kissing, Huagudu can still talk to you? "

"You have to talk to me." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Why, how do you say it?" Ma Liang didn't dial the number, but looked at him, "Did you see, fell in love with that kid?"

"It's nothing that I didn't like, I'm too young," Sun Wenqu leaned on the back of the chair and clicked his tongue twice, "I think he is, so I just need to tease him a little bit, and if he says he is not, then stop it. .”

"In the end, isn't it?" Ma Liang asked.

"If he says no, he won't." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Well, yes, it must be," Ma Liang also smiled, "Maybe it's interesting to you."

"It's hard to say," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "This kid is the kind of person who is particularly prone to feel guilty... It's not accurate, it's just... Do you know what I mean?"

"I don't understand." Ma Liang said.

"Just before he paid back my 10 yuan," Sun Wenqu said, "he will endure what I say or do as long as it is not too much, because he owes me money."

"Oh," Ma Liang swiped his phone, "Then call him, come here?"

"Forget it," Sun Wenqu pressed Ma Liang's hand, "It's the end of the semester, the exam is coming soon, so don't bother him, call a substitute driver."

"Well," Ma Liang called a familiar valet, "You are looking for a house, have you found it?"

"I didn't find it," Sun Wenqu stretched, "Don't worry."

"That's right," Ma Liangliang nodded, "I have to sleep in the bridge hole, so I'm in a hurry."

Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and laughed for a long time.

in a hurry?

I'm in no rush.

Sun Wenqu didn't think there was anything urgent at all.

But to say that there is no rush... The faint anxiety in his heart during this period of time has caused his already poor sleep quality to drop to the lowest point in history.

Are you in a hurry?Still depressed?

Even if Li Bowen was beaten up, this feeling still didn't ease.

what happened.

A failed, hypocritical work.

After being splashed by Sun Wenqu on the way home that day, Fang Chi never contacted Sun Wenqu again.

Not long after, Fang Ying took the initiative to bring over 10 yuan, which was half of the payment. He said that he could pay back the rest before the holiday, which happened to meet the three-month deadline, but Sun Wenqu was not short of money. , and didn't care much about the [-] yuan, so he didn't report it anymore.

The seemingly familiar relationship between him and Sun Wenqu was temporarily broken without embarrassment. Sun Wenqu no longer contacted him, and he seemed to have no other reason to contact Sun Wenqu again.

This was what he hoped for, and he didn't want to face Sun Wenqu again.

However, that day when Sun Wenqu entered the room, the somewhat lonely figure from his back has been lingering in Fang Chi's mind, and he can think of it from time to time.

When cooking noodles.

When the problem cannot be solved.

When looking at the two paintings on the wall.

When Mr. Huang was practicing iron sand palms against the food bowl.

When I heard the song Shepherdess in the earphones.

Many, many times.

Fang Chi sometimes thinks this is really amazing. He has only been with this person for a month, but he can remember so many things, but there are so many things that happened to each other. Zhang's so-called service contract was maintained.

Once that thing is declared obsolete, everything just stands still and disappears.

It's like I've never known this person before.

This year's winter vacation is late, and the school almost uses the New Year's Eve to make up lessons.

As soon as Fang Chi was on vacation, Fang Chi went to find Fang Ying, and Fang Ying reluctantly took another [-] yuan, saying that he asked his parents for part of it and tried his best, but there was still [-] yuan left and he couldn’t afford it, so he had to save the money for the New Year .

"I'll pay it off after the Chinese New Year," Fang Ying said, keeping his voice down. "I've spent all my money in the past three months. I really can't find it. You don't know that when I ask my mother for money, she wants to take a knife." Cut me off... This is all made up by selling the bracelet that my grandma gave to my mother..."

"Pay it off after the next year." Fang Chi paused when he heard the bracelet, but he still took the money. Even if he really sold the bracelet, he didn't want the money, and Fang Ying would never go to get the bracelet back. Also can't stay.

Fang Chi, who was still short, didn't bother with her too much, and took money from his savings to make up for it. First, he was anxious to go home to see his grandparents, and second, he had to give the money to Sun Wenqu on time.

After taking out all the money from the bank, Fang Chi put the money in a paper bag and took a taxi to Sun Wenqu's house.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Sun Wenqu for a long time, and when he thought of Sun Wenqu's lazy, half-dead snake-like appearance, he began to feel a little nervous for no reason.

But what was even more inexplicable was that although he was a little nervous, when he was walking on the path leading to Sun Wenqu's house, he quickened his pace again.

He didn't dare to think about why.

But when he walked outside Sun Wenqu's courtyard, he really didn't have time to think about it.

There was a car parked outside the yard. He had never seen this car before. Sun Wenqu's car was the Beetle. He still hadn't figured out whether it belonged to Sun Wenqu or Ma Liang.

Just as he was hesitating if Sun asked him if he had a guest, the door inside opened, and a man came out with a folder in his hand and a work badge around his neck.

Fang Chi was stunned, this is...an intermediary?

"The general situation is like this," the man turned his head and said back, "The price of a house that is less than ten years old is hard to come by."

"There is no decoration at all," a woman came out, and there was an old lady beside her, "I still have to spend so much money on decoration."

"Even if it's renovated, if it doesn't meet your liking, it will have to be repaired again. It's even more troublesome," the man said. He looked up and saw Fang Chi standing outside the yard. "Do you have anything to do?"

"I'm looking for someone," Fang Chi felt a little overwhelmed, "I'm looking for Sun Wenqu."

"Sun Wenqu?" The man thought for a while in a daze, "I don't know, the owner of this house is not called Sun Wenqu."

"...Then this house is for sale?" Fang Chi asked.

"Yes." The man nodded and looked at him again, probably judging whether he had the ability to buy a house, then ignored him, turned around and continued talking to the woman.

Fang Chi walked into the small garden on the side, he was a little shocked, it's okay that Sun Wenqu's house is not in Sun Wenqu's name, but this house was sold so suddenly?

Fang Chi took out his mobile phone and dialed Sun Wenqu's number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service..." Fang Chi was stunned by the voice on the phone, and he hung up the phone after listening to it three times.

Service Unavailable?

What do you mean?

Ringtones?

Fang Chi dialed the number again. Xu Zhou had used a similar CRBT before. The number you dialed has been hijacked. Please bring a set of pancakes to redeem it...

After dialing the number twice, Fang Chi confirmed that it was not a ring tone.

Sun Wenqu's number was suspended.

Standing in the small garden, Fang Chi watched the house inspectors get in their cars and leave, then walked back to the gate of the yard. After hesitating for a moment, he jumped over the wall and jumped into the yard.

The flowers in the yard have withered, and there are many fallen leaves on the ground, which have not been cleaned.

He went to the window to look in, but the curtains were drawn and he couldn't see anything, and the window sill was full of dust.

It seemed that Sun Wenqu had left for at least half a month.

Fang Chi stood in the yard a little dazed, what happened?

When Fang Chi was hesitating whether to pry open the window and go in to have a look again, someone came up behind him. He turned his head and saw a security guard standing outside the yard.

He had seen this person before. That day when he was catching the thief, it was the security guard who asked him who it was.

"Why do you dance every day, no one lives here and you still dance," the security guard stood outside the yard and waved to him, "Come out quickly, I will arrest you if you do this."

Fang Chi had no choice but to flip out again: "Do you know what's going on? Why did you suddenly sell the house?"

"I don't know," said the security guard. "Aren't you his friend? You don't know either?"

"I haven't contacted him for almost two months," Fang Chi frowned, "Do you know when he... moved away? He moved away?"

"I moved away, and the house is empty," the security guard replied, "It's been almost a month since I moved out. During this time, people came to see the house every day. I guess the family needs money to sell it? I don't know. Before leaving And send me a letter."

"What word?" Fang Chi asked immediately.

"What do I want to keep my eyes covered?" The security guard smiled, "I think the writing is quite good, but we rough people don't understand these things, and we don't even know where to hang them. .”

"I can..." Fang Chi scratched his head in embarrassment, "Want to see?"

"Look?" the security guard said, "Why don't you take it, do you like it?"

"Okay." Fang Chi said immediately.

Sun Wenqu moved away, and the phone was no longer available.

Fang Chi sat on a chair and looked at the words he took from the security guard.

The security guard didn't know where to hang it, and he didn't know where to hang it. The walls of his room were all dusty, except for the Q version of Mr. Huang, he didn't have the official Mr. Huang that Sun Wenqu gave him. Feel free to hang up.

Sun asked him what happened?

problem occurs?

Or... is it just a normal sale of a house for a mobile phone?

But why didn't he say a word.

Maybe I said it, but I didn't tell myself.

That's not right, don't you plan to ask for money?

Fang Chi felt that it was a mess, and he didn't know what to do with the pile of money in his schoolbag.

There are two days before he will go home, and he has to try to find Sun Wenqu within these two days. Even if it is not for paying back the money, for the former service contract, he must at least know if Sun Wenqu is okay.

He woke up early the next day, ready to go to the club. Now he doesn't need to train, and he doesn't have any job as a guide, but he wants to find out if he can get in touch with Luo Peng. They are all playing together. Maybe Luo Peng knows .

Xiao Yiming called when he was leaving the house: "Xu Zhou rented a court, are you going to play?"

It's been a long time since he and Xiao Yiming played basketball. No matter how busy he and Xiao Yiming were, they had to play two or three times a month. Now when he hears it suddenly, he feels his heart itch and wants to play, but now he really can't relax and play in this situation.

"I have something to do these two days, so I really don't have time to play," Fang Chi said.

"That's fine," Xiao Yiming said, "Aren't you going back in two days?"

"Well," Fang Chi said as he walked, "I'll call when I come back."

"Okay," Xiao Yiming smiled, "I'll let Xu Zhou cry today."

"Didn't he say that his skills are improving rapidly, be careful." Fang Chi said.

"Do you believe it?" Xiao Yiming said.

"I don't believe it." Fang Chi smiled.

After talking to Xiao Yiming again, he hung up the phone and took a taxi.

There are still a lot of people in the club, and it's a holiday, and many students come to play indoors.

Fang Chi looked around, but he didn't see Luo Peng and the others who were frequent visitors, so he went into the office and asked a little girl he knew well.

"Luo Peng?" The little girl flipped through the member address book on the computer, "The customer information cannot be released to the public."

"You've started flipping." Fang Chi said.

"Hey," the little girl closed the page and gave him a blank look, "I'll just flip through it."

"Turn it over twice more casually," Fang Chi said, "Why don't you go get a glass of water and I'll help you through it."

"Okay, a phone number," the little girl looked at the screen, and copied Luo Peng's phone number on a piece of paper, "Don't say I gave it to you, I just gave it to them because you are familiar with them." your."

"Thank you." Fang Chi took the note.

Luo Peng got through the phone easily, but the answer disappointed Fang Chi.

"I don't know, really, brother didn't lie to you, he changed his number this time and didn't tell anyone," Luo Peng sighed, "This guy is just so weird."

"Then..." Fang Chi frowned, "Will Ma Liang know?"

"Liangzi, I guess I know. Do you want to ask him what's the matter?" Luo Peng asked.

"I'll pay back the money." Fang Chi said.

"Oh, that's it." Luo Peng hesitated, "Then I'll give you Liangzi's number, and you can ask him."

"Thank you." Fang Chi said quickly.

Ma Liang was surprised to hear his voice: "Eldest nephew?"

"Liangzi...Uncle," Fang Chi felt helpless, "I just want to ask, can you contact Sun Wenqu?"

"He is you, your father," Ma Liang said, "Can you contact me?"

"...Hmm." Fang Chi sighed.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Ma Liang asked again.

"Repay the money." Fang Chi said.

"Oh, then just give it to me." Ma Liang said very simply.

"For you?" Fang Chi was stunned, "Is it suitable?"

"It's not suitable," Ma Liang said, "It's not the most, the most suitable."

I made an appointment with Ma Liang at the entrance of the club at 04:30 in the afternoon. Fang Chi would come out every 30 seconds to look around against the old north wind, and then retreat back to the club.

Everyone was freezing to the bone, only to see Ma Liang coming in a small broken van, four or ten minutes later than the agreed time.

"Get in the car." Ma Liang waved to him from the car window.

Fang Chi pulled his collar and ran over. He pulled the passenger's door four times, but he didn't open it.

"Hey," Ma Liang turned sideways, crossed his legs, and kicked the door, "Pull again."

"Oh." Fang Chi pulled again, and this time the door opened.

Ma Liang drove the car two streets forward and found a hot drink shop.

After sitting down, Fang Chi drank half a cup of hot milk tea before warming up. He touched his bag and hesitated: "Then what, Sun Wenqu, did something happen?"

"It's nothing, it's not a big deal." Ma Liang took a straw and sucked the pearl balls into the cup, "Wandering, let's go."

"What?" Fang Chi looked at him in surprise.

"Flow, wave," Ma Liang said, "don't make me repeat, work hard."

"He's a vagabond? Why? Then why does he sell the house when he's a vagabond?" Fang Chi felt that the logic in the middle was not following through.

"It's two different things. The house...isn't his," Ma Liang said, and then stretched out his hand, "Where's the money?"

"Where did he go wandering?" Fang Chi pressed his schoolbag. He knew that Ma Liang and Sun Wenqu were good friends, and he could see that Ma Liang was a reliable person, but he still wanted to ask clearly, "Can you contact me?" on him?"

"Yes," Ma Liang smiled, "but I can't sue, let me tell you."

"Is nothing wrong with him?" Fang Chi asked again.

"You really care about him." Ma Liang said.

Fang Chi suddenly became nervous, and suddenly felt like he wanted to avoid it, staring at Ma Liang speechlessly.

"Father and son," Ma Liang bit the straw, "deep love."

"Give him the money for me." Fang Chi took out the paper bag containing the money from his schoolbag, "The IOU is..."

"Here." Ma Liang took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it in front of him.

Fang Chi took the paper and looked at it, it was the IOU he wrote to Sun Wenqu.

He suddenly felt very disappointed. Sun Wenqu had given Ma Liang the IOU in advance.

In other words, Sun Wenqu knew that he would look for him, but he didn't tell him about the number change. If he found Ma Liang, Ma Liang would return the IOU to him.

Fang Chi suddenly felt quite boring.

A person like Sun Wenqu usually plays around and jokes about nothing, but he will also give him paintings seriously, give him lectures seriously, and quietly play a shepherdess in his machine...

In the end, he was able to disappear so neatly and even a little rudely.

There is some inconsistency in the style of painting before and after.

But when I think about it carefully, I don't think it's surprising that Sun Wenqu has never changed in terms of uncertainty.

Ma Liang sent Fang Chi home, and then drove away in a small broken bread.

Fang Chi didn't ask where the Beetle went, probably Sun Wenqu drove it away.

Where have you been, wandering.

Fang Chi returned to the house, packing his things while pondering. There were still unpacked luggage, and a bunch of gifts to bring to grandparents and family members to be stuffed into boxes.

In addition to these, I have to carry a cat bag and two bags of cat food...

In fact, because Mr. Huang hates cat bags very much, he thought about not taking Mr. Huang home. Sun Wenqu likes cats so much, it should be no problem for him to help raise them for ten days, and now there is no other way.

Thinking of cats, Fang Chi sighed again.

In the car at noon the next day, Fang Chi got up in the morning and hurried to Sun Wenqu's community with a bag of cat food.

He didn't know why he suddenly became so kind, so he wondered if the stray cats that Sun Wenqu had been feeding would come to him during this time, and then left hungry.

But when he arrived at the place where Sun Wenqu fed the cat, he found that his worry was a little unnecessary. There was a bowl of cat food and a bowl of water there, and someone else was probably feeding it.

Fang Chi smiled, feeling that he was a little worried, and took a taxi back with the cat food in his arms.

Before getting on the bus at noon, he called Uncle Zhang and asked him to tell his grandfather that he didn't have to wait for him for lunch. He could arrive in the afternoon, so he could just have dinner.

There are a lot of people in the car, and there are piles of luggage in the aisle, all of which are New Year's goods.

Sitting next to Fang Chi was an elder sister who was holding a baby. Although she kept apologizing to him, the baby refused to hold her and had to be placed between them. Chi had to give way all the time, and finally sat on his box with half of his buttocks.

Fortunately, it didn't take long, and when his butt started to tingle, he arrived at the place.

It took a long time to squeeze out of the car with the things in hand, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard the dog barking.

The kid ran towards him screaming along the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

"Boy!" Fang Chi laughed and opened his arms.

The kid ran over and jumped on him directly, his paws made two big gray paw prints on his chest.

"Okay, okay," Fang Chi picked up the box with one hand, and the cat bag with the other to look at it. Mr. Huang made a haha ​​sound in the cat bag, and the hair all over his body had exploded, like a big dandelion ball , "Boss Huang scared you to death..."

The kid was jumping and running ahead, Fang Chi closed his eyes and smelled the familiar smells around him.

It snowed yesterday, not too much, and there were only dots of little snowballs on both sides of the road. The fresh and cold breath in the air made him feel very at ease.

"Did grandpa ask you to come pick me up? Are my parents back yet?" Fang Chi stretched out his foot and kicked the kid on the buttocks, "Has grandpa cooked the meal, probably not yet...but I'm so hungry now ..."

The people in the village have all come back these days, and they saw more people walking on the road than usual. After walking a few steps, Fang Chi couldn't help but started running, carrying the box and the cat bag and running all the way with wind .

The kid ran and yelled, and from afar, he saw the newly posted couplets outside the gate of his grandfather's house, which were different from those in previous years, especially large.

In previous years, my grandfather was reluctant to buy one that was too big, saying that it was not worthwhile to spend so much money on two pieces of paper, but this year he got the right one.

The boy ran to the gate of the yard and stopped, and grandpa came out from the yard.

"Grandpa——" Fang Chi roared, and then Sa Yazi ran over, the box was dragged on the ground, and Mr. Huang wailed angrily and nervously in the cat bag.