flying dog

The taste of the New Year in the market is deeper than that in the village, and it is all red.

Although he felt that it was boring to go shopping with his grandparents, but after visiting the market with Sun Wenqu, no, after visiting the dishes and jars department of the market, Fang Chi felt that it was quite interesting to go shopping with his grandparents.

Sun Wenqu didn't go shopping at all, and stood in front of the two rows of stalls selling jars. He just stood by and watched. After standing for a while, he felt uncomfortable in his feet, and then sat on the vegetable cart parked by the roadside.

This sit is nearly an hour.

Not to mention Fang Chi, even the kid couldn't bear it anymore, and protested by humming and creaking beside his legs.

"I'm going to buy something to drink," Fang Chi said to Sun Wenqu, "It's right next door."

"Well," Sun Wenqu nodded, "give me a cup of hot chocolate."

"Aren't you dreaming?" Fang Chi shook his hand in front of his eyes, "This is a town, and if you can have a cup of hot soybean milk, you are keeping up with the times."

"Then warm soy milk," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "hot milk is also fine, if you have pancakes and fruits, it's best to have a set..."

Fang Chi ignored him, turned around and walked away with the boy.

There are many things to eat at the market, all kinds, especially the market years ago, these were simply paradise for Fang Chi when he was a child, and now sometimes he can still dream of them.

But if he eats it...he can eat it, but he always feels that the hygiene of these things is like Sun Wenqu's.

He went into a bakery, bought a carton of milk and a bottle of water, ordered some freshly baked bread, gave the boy two breads, and gave Sun Wenqu two more.

"The skill of making bread in your town is quite good," Sun Wenqu said while eating a mouthful of milk and bread. "I like this kind of bread without stuffing."

"I bought it casually, this one is the cheapest, five or four yuan for one yuan." Fang Chi said honestly.

"How about the two?" Sun asked, looking at him.

"The boy ate it." Fang Chi pointed to the boy who was still wagging his tail begging for food.

"It doesn't reach my thigh height, does it eat as much as I do?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"Because it has been waiting too hard for you," Fang Chi looked at the various bowls and jars piled up next to him, "I just want to ask you, how long do you have to look at these things?"

"Almost," Sun Wenqu licked his fingers, "Is there any paper?"

"No," Fang Chi looked at him, "I usually rub my pants..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wenqu had already stretched out his hands to pinch his pants and rubbed them: "Are you not thinking about these things?"

"...I don't have any ideas," Fang Chi lowered his head and patted his pants. "When I was young, I used this kind of earthen bowl at home, and I changed it later."

"I'm not talking about individual pieces," Sun asked Qu, "I'm talking about these stacked together, as a whole, do you have any ideas?"

"There are so many," Fang Chi said, "When will they be sold out?"

"Let's go," Sun Wenqu stood up, "Go and find grandparents."

"Do you want to talk about how it feels to look at them?" Fang Chi asked after him.

"Well," Sun Wenqu said unhurriedly, "You watched them grow up, you used them for food and water when you were young, and you squatted by the jar and waited for your grandma to make you a bowl of pickles."

"If you want to put it that way, I understand," Fang Chi said, "In comparison, I like the beautiful dishes that were changed later, but these things remind me of my childhood and the past, a little...why Say..."

"Nostalgia." Sun Wenqu turned around and smiled at him.

"...Yes, it's nostalgia, right?" Fang Chi nodded, "You think it's all about this for a long time?"

"I'm not worried about homesickness, I just want to see what homesickness looks like." Sun Wenqu patted him on the shoulder.

To be honest, Fang Chi didn't quite understand what Sun Wenqu meant, but he didn't intend to.

The two favorite places for grandparents to come to the market are the raw meat shop and the tool shop.

The two of them went to the raw meat store first to look around, but they didn't see their grandparents. Fang Chi was about to turn around a couple more times when Sun Wenqu, who was walking beside him, suddenly took the boy's rope from his hand, pulled him away and turned away.

Fang Chi hurriedly followed for no reason, and heard Sun Wenqu whispering as he walked: "Oh, I'm so scared to death, I'm going to kill the sheep over there, so hurry up, we'll be so scared that we won't be able to drive the mountain... ..."

Fang Chi wanted to laugh, but also had the urge to go over and touch Sun Wenqu's head.

While walking and looking at the tool store, Fang Chi saw a row of window grilles selling couplets over there, and suddenly remembered the couplets outside the courtyard door.

"Have you written couplets yet?" he asked Sun Wenqu.

"Huh? Oh, I wrote it," Sun Wenqu said, "I wrote a lot."

"Wrote a lot?" Fang Chi was taken aback, "Isn't it the one outside the yard?"

"Yeah, that's the only one in your family." Sun Wenqu laughed after thinking about it, "I also wrote for other families in your village. I guess there are about ten of them."

"No way..." Fang Chi was shocked, "I asked you to write all of them?"

"Your grandpa showed off everywhere, saying that this year's Spring Festival couplets of my family are custom-made! Only one! Written by a calligrapher! It's still a young calligrapher who can play the erhu," Sun Wenqu said happily, "In the end, a bunch of them came. Man, oh yes, your grandfather's rival in love, that old man Jiang is also here."

"Ah? Really here?" Fang Chi became interested as soon as he heard it, "Is there a fight? Let me tell you, they fight very funny! If there is a fight, you can't persuade or stop it. They have a routine, fight for an hour It doesn’t take any injuries, it’s easy to get accidentally injured if someone persuades you to break the barrier.”

Sun Wenqu couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "I didn't fight, it was quite friendly, but your grandfather charged him ten yuan, and others wrote it for nothing."

"Hey, this old man is real." Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

"I've given you the money," Sun Wenqu said, "I'll treat you to something better than a five or four piece of bread later, like grilled fish?"

"Grilled fish," Fang Chi smiled, "It's changed from simple Turkish dishes and siu mai with only one side to grilled fish. It's still the grilled fish in our town. You know, the fish is only half-sided. ..."

"I'm wandering now," Sun Wenqu interrupted him, "Can you forgive me?"

"You...why?" Fang Chi has never been able to understand what kind of wind he had this time, "wandering."

"There's no reason," Sun Wenqu stretched, "I'm just such a person, I can do whatever I want. Today I come when I want, and tomorrow I leave when I want."

"You..." Fang Chi opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he closed his mouth.

I feel that Sun Wenqu is not very willing to talk about these things. For a person like him, he suddenly ran to the countryside to rent a house with an old man and an old lady whom he had only met twice. There is no reason to say.

Grandpa and grandma were wandering around in the tool store, already carrying a lot of things in their hands. Fang Chi went over to pick them up, and frowned after weighing them in his hands: "I bought so much again, when will I have to eat it?"

"Buy it if you have it," said grandma, "I didn't ask you to cook, so you have to worry about it."

"Then why don't I help you get it?" Fang Chi smiled, "What is my grandfather looking at?"

"Ghost knows, I've been watching it for a long time, and it's so annoying!" Grandma said very dissatisfied.

Grandpa's hobby is to collect all kinds of tools, the weirder the better, the ordinary wrench is not worth looking at, so every time he goes to the market, he hangs around for a long time.

But this time there was nothing to gain. Grandpa didn't find anything that suits him.

Instead, Sun Wenqu bought some things, a bag for a mountain man to chop firewood and put a hatchet in, and a handmade cowhide wine bag.

"Why did you buy these?" Fang Chi couldn't help asking when he got into Uncle Zhang's car and walked back. These things are no more than handicrafts, they are things that farmers use every day, both in style and workmanship, they are very original .

"I didn't think about it," Sun Wenqu looked at the things in his hand, "I thought it was interesting."

"It's not bad to take out a knife bag to scare people when you encounter danger when you are wandering," Fang Chi said, "Just don't let people see that your knife bag is empty."

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

The empty knife bag was full soon, and as soon as we got home, Grandpa gave Sun Wenqu a new hatchet: "This is a good knife, much better than the ones sold in the market, and it can cut bones with one knife. "

"Thank you, grandpa." Sun Wenqu took the knife and put it in the knife bag, "It's quite suitable."

"You'll give him this?" Fang Chi was a little worried. For a person like Sun Wenqu who leans on wherever he goes, he always feels that this knife will fall on his feet sooner or later.

"Do you want it? I still have one." Grandpa said.

"I don't want it." Fang Chi shook his head. Sun Wenqu probably found the big things he had seen since he was a child interesting.

Sun Wenqu was still the same, he took his things upstairs and went into the house and never came out again.

Fang Chi was chatting with his parents in the living room. They basically asked questions, and Fang Chi answered them in a very conventional way.

"Very good." Fang Chi's answer can be used from beginning to end.

In fact, although my parents didn't feel that going to college was useless like grandma did, they didn't have much hope for him, as long as An Ansheng was fine.

Fang Chi went to the market to hang out, neither to review nor to read, and the two of them didn't say anything.

At noon, my mother made miso noodles, and my grandmother filled a bowl for Sun Wenqu, and shouted from downstairs: "Shuiqu——"

"Hey—here—" Sun Wenqu responded upstairs and ran down.

Fang Chi originally wanted to take it upstairs for him, but it wasn't because of how attentive the service was, but because he always wanted to see what Sun Wenqu was doing in the house.

As far as being Tao, I haven’t seen him make anything other than Shuai Shuai and Monkey. If I say I didn’t do it, I don’t come out of the cat house all day.

Sun Wenqu was about to go upstairs with the noodles, Fang Chi also brought a bowl of noodles, followed him for two steps and then stopped.

"Come to chat for a while?" Sun asked Qu and looked back at him.

"Oh." Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and went upstairs and into the house with him.

"Did you inherit the skill of cooking noodles from your mother?" Sun Wenqu sat on the edge of the bed and said while choosing noodles, "It's delicious."

"My grandpa's soybean paste is very good." Fang Chi looked around and sat on a chair.

"Did you grow up with your grandparents?" Sun Wenqu asked after taking a bite of noodles.

"Well, that's right, the county town I went to only after entering junior high school," Fang Chi saw a large sketchbook on the table next to him, on which he drew many bottles and cans with pencils, which was a little far away and could not be seen clearly. But he didn't have the nerve to lean over to look, "My parents are both in the county."

"Opening a shop?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"I opened an agricultural machinery shop," Fang Chi said, "Did you check your household registration?"

"Look it up when you're free, and see if you can say it," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Didn't you like to say it before, and no rock climbing club would say it."

"I didn't say you would ask grandpa and grandma," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "maybe you have already asked."

"I didn't ask," Sun Wenqu smiled happily. "Your grandfather said it himself. When you were young, you went swimming in the river and lost your pants and ran back naked."

Fang Chi raised his head suddenly, and almost threw the noodles out of his mouth before he had time to eat. He yelled indistinctly: "Why does this old man talk about everything!"

"Let's talk," Sun Wenqu ate noodles slowly, "It's usually just the two of them at home, so if there's someone new, we'll have a lively conversation."

Fang Chi didn't make a sound, bowed his head and ate two mouthfuls of noodles. Sun Wenqu's words made Fang Chi very distressed. His father and uncles and aunts don't live in the village anymore, and there are usually only two old people at home...

This is probably the case, Sun Wenqu was able to rent a house so easily, and his grandparents really cared about him.

After eating the noodles, Fang Chi took the bowl to wash, but Sun Wenqu didn't refuse. After giving him the bowl, he sat down at the table and took the sketchbook.

Are you drawing a blueprint?

Fang Chi stood by the door, watching his back.

Do you still need to draw pictures to make pottery?

Let's draw. When grandma's eyes were good, she would draw a picture first.

Why does this person suddenly want to go to the countryside to draw pictures?

Just thinking about it, Sun Wenqu suddenly turned his head and looked at him without making a sound, with a smile on his lips.

"Then what, just," Fang Chi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, scratching his head, "You...do you still have mice biting you?"

"Not yet." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh, then you continue." Fang Chi closed the door and ran downstairs with the bowl in hand.

The sun was shining at noon, so grandma grabbed the boy to check for fleas in the yard. Fang Chi took a stool and sat beside him to bask in the sun.

It didn't take long for me to get dizzy from the sun.

After his back was hot from the sun, he got up and went back to the house, going upstairs to take a nap.

When passing by Sun Wenqu's room, he stopped. This door, although the lock has been changed, the door panel is still old, and the upper seam can be seen a little closer...

Fang Chi clicked his tongue softly.

dont see.

When he got back to the house, he wanted to sleep, but when he saw the books piled on the table, he finally sat down at the desk.

It will be thirty tomorrow, and the next one will be the first, second, and third grades of junior high school. The village is already full of firecrackers, and it will only become more lively in the future. In addition, going out to visit relatives, neighbors coming to visit, etc., I don’t think it’s possible to review again. too likely.

As the only person in the whole family who supported him by himself, Fang Chi decided to read a book for a while.

Moreover, Sun Wenqu was right next door, so if there were any questions that he didn't know how to do, he could just let him explain them.

It's really difficult to make the paper this time.

After Fang Chi wrote a few questions, he lay down on the table, tapped under the tip of his nose with a pen in his hand, these words were all in his mind, it was so difficult.

Then fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he heard someone knocking rhythmically on his window.

He raised his head and saw Sun Wenqu standing on the rooftop outside, holding Mr. Huang in his arms.

"Hey." Fang Chi rubbed his eyes in embarrassment, got up and opened the door on the other side of the roof, and made a big formation to review, but fell asleep within half an hour.

"Did you sleep soundly?" Sun Wenqu entered the room and threw President Huang onto his bed.

Fang Chi took his phone and looked at the time. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. He whispered in shock: "Did you sleep for so long?"

"It's time for me to rest now," Sun Wenqu fell onto the bed and spread his arms, "Is there anything you don't know, let me explain it to you?"

Sun Wenqu was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, and when he lay down with his arms raised, his waist was exposed.

Fang Chi glanced twice, then turned his head and grabbed the paper to read: "I don't know how to do this."

"Bring it here," Sun Wenqu was still lying down, raising his hand and shaking, "Let your father have a look."

Fang Chi took the paper and handed it to him. Sun Wenqu lay down and stared at the paper for a while, then rolled over and lay down on the bed, and grabbed Mr. Huang who was on the side and continued to read.

"You are also wrong about the previous one." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"Impossible." Fang Chi was a little surprised, feeling that although the first few questions were difficult, he did it fairly smoothly.

"Let me take a look and tell you later." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi didn't speak, but stood aside.

Sun Wenqu's pajama pants were always worn very lazily, as if he would be exhausted on the spot if he pulled up his pants a little, but now his back was exposed.

The tattoo also appeared in front of Fang Chi's eyes.

Sun Wenqu has three tattoos on his body, behind the ears, on the inside of the ankles, on the lower back... the one on the thigh is not sure if it is real or not, anyway, he has never seen any of them clearly.

"Your tattoo..." Fang Chi said as he knelt down on the side of the bed, and moved closer to Sun Wenqu, "What is it...a pig?"

"What's your look?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, turned his hands back and pulled down the waist of his trousers, "Your pig looks like this?"

Fang Chi lowered his head and took a closer look. It turned out to be the back of a cat with its head tilted and its hind legs tickled.

And you can only see it when you get close. This tattoo is very delicate and has a very three-dimensional feeling.

"It's a cat, it looks real," Fang Chi said, "Do you like cats so much?"

"Well, it cost a lot of money to write, but it's still three-dimensional and raised." Sun Wenqu looked back at him and said, "There are prosthetics inside."

"Crap, you..." Fang Chi took another look, and it was indeed very similar, and he was suddenly a little uncertain again.

"If you don't believe me, poke it twice." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi had never seen a three-dimensional tattoo with a prosthesis inside, so his curiosity made him reach out and touch Sun Wenqu's lower back lightly.

Sun Wenqu's skin...

Very...smooth.

Hearing Sun Wenqu's laughter, Fang Chi withdrew his hand abruptly.

"Why can you believe this?" Sun Wenqu was so happy lying on the bed, "Are you really 18 years old?"

The delicate and smooth touch on his skin is still on the fingertips, and Fang Chi can even feel the temperature when he touches his skin. Seeing how happy he is now, he feels very unhappy.

Without even thinking about it, he slapped him on the back of the waist: "Are you really 30 years old!"

"No really," Sun Wenqu pulled his clothes and sat up, "Who says I'm 30, I haven't arrived yet."

"...You don't even look like 13, you know." Fang Chi stared at him, turned around and went back to the desk and sat down.

Sun Wenqu got out of bed with a smile, took the paper and put it in front of him: "Okay, let's talk about the topic first."

Fang Chi's desk was small, and Sun Wenqu couldn't lie down on the desk to give him lectures like before. He could only sit on a stool next to him, resting his chin on his arm.

"It's still the old rule. Listen to what I tell you, but stop if you don't understand." Sun Wenqu took a piece of paper and wrote a date on the upper left corner.

"Still writing this?" Fang Chi asked.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I'm used to it."

Fang Chi didn't ask any more questions. It should be Sun Wenqu's habit to draw those pictures every day. To make pottery, you need to draw pictures, and the daily pictures must be marked with the date.

This seriousness made him very curious.

Looking at Sun Wenqu who started to give him a lecture, Fang Chi suddenly had a strong urge to see what Sun Wenqu was like when he was serious about making pottery.