flying dog

Fang Chi's hand shook slightly, but he still grabbed the boy's tail and didn't let go, nor did he escape.

He just turned his head and stared at Sun Wenqu without speaking.

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu also looked at him.

"...It's nothing." Fang Chi turned his head and pulled the hair on the boy's tail.

"Are you trying to talk about me?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"No." Fang Chi muffled his voice.

"Let me ask you," Sun Wenqu smiled, and reached out to touch the boy gently, "Do you think I twisted my foot today because I was told to run this way?"

"Well, that's true." Fang Chi said.

"So," Sun Wenqu lightly stroked his finger on the back of his hand, "Aren't you angry?"

"What..." Fang Chi turned his head, because Sun Wenqu moved closer to him when he was stroking the dog, so when he turned around, the distance between the two of them was a little close, and he quickly lowered his head again, "Why are you angry?"

"What do you think?" Sun Wenqu laughed.

Fang Chi was silent, staring at Sun Wenqu's hand.

The boy's fur is quite ugly, darker than other dogs' fur, but it's not the true brownish yellow, it's grayish, it looks earthy, but it can especially set off Sun Wenqu's hands... very beautiful.

Probably Sun Wenqu's everything from childhood to college has something to do with his hands. His hands are thin and strong, with not too prominent knuckles but sharp lines, which looks very flexible.

All in all just beautiful.

To be honest, Fang Chi was not angry just after playing it like that.

On the contrary, I think Sun Wenqu's finger movements are very beautiful and handsome.

"No," Fang Chi sniffed and stood up, "I didn't intend to get angry."

Sun Wenqu curled his lips and raised his eyebrows.

"Is it better?" Fang Chi bent down and looked at his feet.

"I don't know," Sun Wenqu moved his feet, took out Mr. Huang from his arms and put it back into his hat, "I can't feel it, I'll try taking two steps."

"Yeah." Fang Chi bent down and put his arms around his waist, pulling him up.

Sun Wenqu tried to take two steps: "It's okay, it's not as painful as before, I'm a little numb."

"Can you go?" Fang Chi supported him.

"Yes." Sun asked him and nodded.

"Just this speed?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"Otherwise?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "You still expect me to run away?"

Fang Chi sighed, turned around and squatted down: "Come on, I'll carry you back."

"Don't, what if I fall you when you carry me back?" Sun Wenqu was a little worried, "If you carry me back to the concrete road before, I think Lu Ping can walk faster."

"Don't worry about it," Fang Chi said, "When I was walking around this mountain, you still..."

"I haven't been born yet?" Sun asked Qu, amused.

"Come up!" Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

Sun Wenqu lay on his back: "Hey, it's a good thing I've lost weight recently."

Fang Chi didn't walk back with his back on his back, but continued to walk forward.

"Still going this way?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well, it's too windy by the river." Fang Chi responded.

"There is nothing to tie me to you now, it's all about hands." Sun Wenqu put his arms around his shoulders, trying not to let all his weight fall on Fang Chi's hands.

"Don't worry about it," Fang Chi felt that he was adjusting his posture, "I don't have to work hard to carry you, just take a rest when you are tired."

"That's fine." Sun Wenqu relaxed a little, and smiled after thinking about it, "Evaluate it, can my butt weigh 20 catties?"

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, and walked forward sullenly, and didn't speak for a long time.

Just when Sun Wenqu was bored and wanted to tease him again, Fang Chi's hand suddenly pinched his buttocks.

His hand strength is not small, after all, he is playing rock climbing.

"Hey!" This pinch surprised Sun Wenqu quite a bit, and he jumped up suddenly, if he didn't feel that the firepower was insufficient, he could have launched it.

"No 20 catties." Fang Chi said.

"Are you capable?" Sun Wenqu came back to his senses and poked his head close to the side of his face to stare at him, "Have you learned to take advantage of father's unpreparedness?"

"I often walk by the river," Fang Chi said calmly, "how can I not get my shoes wet."

"Where is this?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

Fang Chi ignored him and continued walking.

The air is quite good, although it is cold, but you can smell the unique freshness of the soil between breaths, if you don't consider that it is a bit apologetic to be carried on the back, Sun Wenqu feels that he is enjoying himself now.

Fang Chi walked this kind of mountain road mixed with mud and stones very steadily, and even if he was carrying someone on his back, his speed was not affected.

"Want to take a break?" Sun Wenqu asked after walking for a while.

"No need," Fang Chi said without panting, "I don't feel anything yet."

"Hmm." Sun Wenqu didn't say anything.

This road is quite quiet. Sun Wenqu usually runs for 10 minutes on the road that occasionally encounters villagers entering the mountain, but there is no one on this road, and only three or four bird calls are heard along the way.

There is also the sound of gnawing and gnawing when the kid ran excitedly.

Sun Wenqu touched Mr. Huang in the hat with his hand back. It was warm and seemed to have fallen asleep in a ball.

He was also a little sleepy afterward.

Lie Fang Chi's back up and down lightly bouncing up and down is simply the best rhythm for sleeping.

A few minutes later, he lowered his head and rested his chin on Fang Chi's shoulder.

Fang Chi immediately frowned and turned his head, as if he was judging what he was going to do.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Let me tell you, Fang Xiaochi."

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"Me," Sun Wenqu said slowly, "I just like teasing you."

"Oh." Fang Chi still said one word.

"It's just... I'm just too boring," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You may not understand, I just don't want to sit around, especially when you're by my side, I just think about that .”

"Well," Fang Chi gently lifted him up, "When I'm not by your side, are you torturing Uncle Liangzi?"

"That's not possible," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "I just hold back, I haven't had anyone around me who can make me want to owe it for a long time."

"Should I still feel honored?" Fang Chi said.

"No," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "don't be so polite."

"You're just like the dog at the canteen at the entrance of our village," Fang Chi said. "When you have nothing to do, you like to tease the kid, and then you get bitten and run all over the village. You'll come back next time."

Sun Wenqu couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and laughed with his eyes closed.

"I always tease you because you are, but you say no," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "If you say no, you are not, but I know you are, and I am idle and owe a lot."

Fang Chi didn't speak.

Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Of course, I can't sleep, I just enjoy it.

But after walking for a while, Fang Chi was not tired, but Sun Wenqu felt numb in his legs.

"Hey, I want to take a break." He patted Fang Chi on the shoulder.

"How fresh, those who carry the burden are not tired, and those who sit in the sedan chair are about to rest their buttocks." Fang Chi sighed, stopped, found a stone by the side of the road and put Sun Wenqu down.

"The blood isn't flowing anymore," Sun Wenqu pulled the popsicle out from his ankle, "This is all right, I feel sore from the cold."

"Put it back later," Fang Chi put the popsicle into his pocket, squatted in front of him and looked at it, "It doesn't swell any more, it's okay."

"How long are you on vacation?" Sun asked Qu, tugging at his trouser legs.

Fang Chi didn't speak.

"Do you want to go back early to make up lessons?" Sun Wenqu asked again, taking out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and peeling it slowly.

Fang Chi still didn't speak.

"Do you want to eat chocolate?" Sun asked him, shaking the chocolate.

Fang Chi still didn't speak, just squatted in front of him, as if he had fallen into a trance, as if he didn't hear him at all.

"Then I gave it to the boy?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, wondering what was wrong with him, "Oh, the boy is a dog, you can't eat it..."

"I said no," Fang Chi said suddenly, raising his head, "I wish I wasn't."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to realize that he answered the sentence almost 10 minutes ago, "So whether it is or not, it is not?"

"Well," Fang Chi responded softly, lowered his head, picked out a small stone from the ground and rubbed it in his hands, "I just... don't want to be."

"Son," Sun Wenqu smiled, stretched out his hand and patted his head twice, "Sexuality is not a multiple-choice question, it doesn't matter what you choose, and it doesn't matter whether you choose the right one or the wrong one."

Fang Chi stood up, waved his hand and threw the stone forward forcefully, the kid yelled twice and ran after the stone, he took out the cigarette case in his pocket, took out one and lit it: "I know. "

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, leaning on the rock and looking at him.

No matter what Fang Chi's words meant, they were already admitted.

Sun Wenqu felt that he had nothing to say for the time being.

Fang Chi doesn't usually smoke. Usually, when he smokes, it means that he is nervous, embarrassed, or bored. Now this cigarette makes Sun Wenqu feel that it is better not to say anything to increase Fang Chi's pressure.

The kid took the stone back, put it at Fang Chi's feet, raised his head and wagged his tail.

Fang Chi ignored it, and the boy pushed the stone towards his feet with his nose.

Fang Chi leaned against the tree next to him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Boy," Sun Wenqu waved, and the kid walked up to him, "I'll play with you."

The kid immediately stared expectantly at his hand.

"Bring the stone here." Sun Wenqu looked around and saw that there were no more stones, but the boy didn't seem to understand the words, and he still waited expectantly, wagging his tail and panting.

"Hey!" Sun Wenqu thought for a while, took off one of his shoes, and threw it out with a wave of his hand, "Go and pick it up!"

The kid screamed and ran out, quickly picked up his shoes and put them in front of him.

"Come again," Sun Wenqu raised his hand and threw the shoe out again, "Go and pick it up!"

The boy shouted excitedly and rushed out to pick up the shoes.

After throwing it back and forth a few times, Fang Chi ran out of cigarettes. When the boy picked up the shoes, he reached out to take them: "Are you going to wear them anyway? It's full of saliva."

"Throw it away," Sun Wenqu said nonchalantly, "Didn't you say that these shoes can't be used for running?"

"Then you can wear it in normal times. I said I can't run, but I didn't say I couldn't walk." Fang Chi took the shoe and knocked it on the ground twice, knocking off the grass clippings on it, and looked at the size of the sole .

"No more." Sun Wenqu said.

"Why?" Fang Chi couldn't understand.

"There's no reason," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "What's the reason for this, suddenly I don't want it anymore."

"Then don't throw it here, take it back first, maybe you will suddenly like it when you go back," Fang Chi handed the shoe to him, "Let's go."

Sun Wenqu laughed: "You are quite cute."

"You have a unique vision," Fang Chi turned and squatted down in front of him, "Come up."

When Fang Chi returned home with Sun Wenqu on his back, his parents happened to come over, and they were shocked when they saw them like this.

"What's the matter?" Mom came up to meet her, "Why did you take him out and get hurt?"

"I twisted my foot." Fang Chi carried Sun Wenqu to the living room and put him down.

"Is it serious?" Dad came over as soon as he heard it, "Go to Grandpa Jiang's house and ask him for some medicine, he has that..."

"Why ask Lao Jiang for it!" Grandpa followed in, displeased when he heard it, "It's not just his family who has it!"

"It's just that his family has it. After all, he is a herbal doctor." Dad smiled, "Let Fang Chi ask for it, but he didn't let you. It won't affect the fight between you two."

"It's not too serious, don't use medicine." Sun Wenqu stood up and stretched his ankle, "I can walk now."

"I'll go get some." Fang Chi said, turned around and went out again.

Sun Wenqu twisted in the right direction and didn't hurt too badly. Fang Chi went to Grandpa Jiang's house to get some ointment, put it on him, and put his own sports ankle brace on the gauze.

"It's as if I've been seriously injured," Sun Wenqu looked at his feet, "I also said that I'm going to town with your grandma tomorrow."

"Why?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

"Go to the market, it will be gone after tomorrow, it's the Chinese New Year," Sun Wenqu said, "I really like to go to the market. I used to go to the mountains once a month, like letting go."

"The mess is full of people, and the New Year's goods are all bought." Fang Chi couldn't understand. He would accompany his grandparents to the town every year when he came back from the New Year. He couldn't experience any other fun except dizziness. I also like it, there are a lot of food.

"Are you interested?" Sun Wenqu sighed.

"What kind of fun is it to catch a fair?" Fang Chi said.

"I didn't ask you to go, I'll just go, you stay at home," Sun Wenqu lay down on the bed, "I go to the market for a different purpose than others, you don't understand."

Fang Chi really doesn't understand, a spoiled snake egg that can sit or stand, lie or sit, likes to go to the market with old men and women in the country.

However, out of worry about Sun Wenqu's feet, when Sun Wenqu was about to set off with his grandparents the next day, Fang Chi still showed up in the yard on time.

"Aren't you unwilling to go?" Sun Wenqu looked at him a little surprised.

"You old, weak, sick and disabled." Fang Chi yawned.

"We have a boy." Sun Wenqu pointed to the boy who was already sitting beside him.

"You didn't take Mr. Huang with you!" Fang Chi suddenly remembered, and stretched out his hand to pat and touch Sun Wenqu's body, "You can't bring a cat to Jishang, you must lose it."

"I didn't bring it or not," Sun Wenqu hid with a smile, "Don't touch me because I'm ticklish."

"Don't touch him!" Grandma came over and slapped Fang Chi, "Twist that foot after a while when it itches."

"I didn't touch him!" Fang Chi shouted.

Sun Wenqu's foot is recovering well, probably because it's not twisted too much, and it's not too swollen after sleeping, and as long as it doesn't walk too fast, it won't affect much.

There is no need to take the shuttle bus to go to the market in the town, but to take the agricultural vehicle of the neighbor Uncle Zhang's house, and skip all the way.

Fang Chi saw that Sun Wenqu was quite agile when he got into the car.

"I thought it was a bus, or a tractor?" Sun Wenqu thought it was a novelty to ride a car.

"This isn't a tractor...you don't even know a tractor?" Fang Chi waved his hand, and the boy was the last to jump into the car.

"I call these vehicles tractors." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Fang Chi has gone to town in Uncle Zhang's car countless times, but today I feel a little different, not entirely because of the joy of going out with my grandparents, and the excitement and anticipation of the Chinese New Year is not entirely accurate .

But it is very happy.

I can't explain why, but when I looked at Sun Wenqu who was looking around, I also felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Intimacy.

Fang Chi closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.

After carrying Sun Wenqu home yesterday, Sun Wenqu stayed in the room the whole time, having lunch and dinner the same way, and Fang Chi brought them upstairs for him.

Except for washing the dishes twice and taking a shower at night, Sun Wenqu didn't speak to him all day and one night.

In fact, he also stayed in his room most of the time, staring at a few small flower pots on the windowsill.

I also reviewed the review, did a lot of questions, and memorized a lot of books, but it seemed that he spent more time thinking about Sun Wenqu's words.

Sexual orientation is not a multiple choice question.

Or rather, not pondering this sentence.

It was beyond my expectation that I would say these vague but straightforward words to Sun Wenqu.

In terms of relationship, Xiao Yiming, Xu Zhou, Liang Xiaotao, anyone has a better relationship with him than Sun Wenqu, not to say... If they are of the same kind, Xiao Yiming is.

But facing these people who are more suitable to say these words, I remain silent.

In the end, he told Sun Wenqu, who couldn't tell exactly what it felt like.

No matter what Sun Wenqu thought, he felt that he was making himself a little confused.

What's going on here?

And that kind of inexplicable intimacy, for Fang Chi, is more similar to the feeling of "a snake egg who knows my secret".

It's... amazing.

"Boy!" Sun Wenqu suddenly shouted in his ear.

Fang Chi was taken aback: "What's wrong!"

"It jumped down," Sun Wenqu pointed to the kid running behind the car, "Come up!"

"It's okay," Fang Chi sighed, "It just likes it like this, and it will jump up when it's tired from running."

"Maybe he ran away," grandma said with a smile on the opposite side, "Don't look at him as an old dog. He has been running since he was a child, and he can run better than a little bastard."

"The little bastard is mainly able to climb mountains." Sun Wenqu said.

"Yes, I can climb mountains." Grandpa also smiled.

"Don't keep shouting." Fang Chi glanced at Sun Wenqu.

"Oh... I see," Sun Wenqu said in a low voice with a long and meaningful voice, "You are quite... filial to me."

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you out of the car now?" Fang Chi glared at him.

"I don't believe it," Sun Wenqu laughed, leaning back, knocking his head on the frame of the car several times, and pressing the back of his head, "I rely on this."

In fact, the family’s New Year’s goods have already been prepared. According to the style of grandparents, it should have been almost a month ago, but the two of them will still come to this kind of New Year’s goods, even if they don’t buy anything, just follow the crowd to see I never get tired of it, and I can carry some more back from time to time.

When Fang Chi was a child, his eyes were on all kinds of food, freshly made, ready to sell, all kinds of snacks, steamed, boiled, fried.

When I grow up, I no longer depend on food, I just follow and help carry things.

As soon as she got to the edge of the market, grandma turned her head and waved at him and Sun Wenqu: "Don't worry about us, let's go around and go wherever you like."

Before the two of them could speak, grandparents had already squeezed into the crowd briskly.

"What do you want to see?" Fang Chi picked up a rope from the ground nearby and tied it around the boy's neck, fearing that he would lose it.

Just after it was tied up, a person walked by: "How much is the dog?"

"Not for sale." Fang Chi glanced at the man.

Sun Wenqu laughed uncontrollably on the side: "Boy, your brother is going to sell you."

"Where do you want to see? What are you looking at?" Fang Chi asked again, "I'll show you around."

"Pickled vegetable jars, bowls, plates, and cups," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "It's best to use earthen bowls and earthen jars."

"...Why do you want these?" Fang Chi was a little puzzled, "You said it earlier, I have them at home, and they are better in the cellar."

"Will you take me there?" Sun Wenqu said, "If you don't take me there, I'll let the boy take me there."

"Let's go," Fang Chi looked down at his feet, "Did you wear your ankle brace?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "It's really almost done, you don't have to feel so guilty."

"Guilty is normal, I can't gloat, right?" Fang Chi led him slowly into the market. The things Sun Wenqu wanted to see were not New Year's goods, they were all in the fixed stalls inside, and he left After a few steps, he turned his head again, "Isn't it because you want to be Tao?"

"Smart, finally reacted." Sun Wenqu said.

"If you make any one, it's better than those. Why do you look at those?" Fang Chi couldn't understand, "What are you going to do?"

"You can take a peek." Sun Wenqu whispered in his ear.

"Don't think I won't take a peek," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "I'm only 14 years old, and I'm very curious."

"Okay, you said it," Sun Wenqu continued to whisper with a smile, "I'm telling you quietly, I don't wear clothes when I'm pottery."