flying dog

The newly built house of my family usually lives less, and there is nothing. I don’t even buy a TV in the living room, but there are beds and cabinets in the bedroom.

My mother brought the bedding from my grandparents' house, and Fang Chi made it himself, without washing up, he took off his clothes and threw it on the bed.

Mom and Dad have gone back to bed, tomorrow is thirty, there are many things to be busy, and my aunt's family will come back, so I have to get up early.

But Fang Chi couldn't fall asleep, and knew he had to get up early, but after lying down for half an hour, he was still staring at the window without curtains with his arms under his pillow, lost in thought.

Today there are no stars, and the moon can't be seen, but there are a few clouds with blurred light, wrapped in a muddle, and the shape can't be seen clearly.

Just like myself.

Turning over to lie down, turning over to lie down, Fang Chi tossed back and forth in the quilt like this, feeling that if he was a sugar cake, it should have been fried until golden and bulging on both sides by now, and it was almost ready to be out of the pan.

He sighed, sat up and turned on the light, took out an English book from his schoolbag, and wrapped it back under the quilt.

Let's memorize books for a while.

Anyway, he dozed off as soon as he was reciting, which was just right.

After opening the book and memorizing it for a while, the mobile phone next to the pillow kept beeping. He took it over and looked at it. Many people in the group in the class were chatting.

Almost all of them are discussing going out to play in these two days. The holiday is just a few days, and then until the exam, they have to stay in school unless they ask for sick leave.

Thinking about the coming days, Fang Chi felt a burst of despair, it was terrible, like going to jail.

In the morning, he was woken up by the alarm clock of his mobile phone. When he opened his eyes, he felt completely numb on the right side of his face. It took him a long time to figure out that he was still in the same posture as last night.

There is an English book under the right face, and the mobile phone is still on the left.

This sleep is really comparable to a pig.

Fang Chi yawned, got up slowly and put on his clothes.

Mom and Dad haven't gotten up yet, and the door of the room is closed.

When Fang Chi packed his schoolbag and walked out, the surrounding area was still silent, the street lights in the village were still on, and he could see the broken leaves whirling on the ground with the little north wind.

Occasionally, one or two dog barks came from a distance, which made people feel empty in their hearts for no reason.

Fang Chi pulled his hat, put on his earphones, and ran along the road to his grandfather's house.

It is much more comfortable to run.

It has been like this for so many years, and I feel very clear when I run.

The lights in the yard were on, but there was no one there, only the kid was looking for something to eat in the kitchen. When he saw him, he jumped out, wagging his tail and barking twice.

"Good boy." Fang Chi entered the kitchen. There was a pot on the stove. He opened the lid and looked at it. The meat was stewed. He took a piece out and threw it into the yard. The boy jumped high to catch it.

Grandparents are already up and working out in the backyard.

"So early?" Grandma saw him and came over and rubbed his face, "Why don't you sleep more, is your bed uncomfortable?"

"No, I made an agreement with the water channel to go for a run." Fang Chi smiled.

"Still running?" Grandma slapped him, "Didn't he just twist his foot!"

"That's what I said, it's not running, it's just going out for a walk to get some air." Fang Chi said.

"I don't think you should breathe," Grandma pursed her lips upwards, "The lights have not been turned off this night, did you not sleep?"

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the upstairs window, and sure enough, he saw light coming from the cracks in the drawn curtains, "Did you forget to turn off the light?"

"Why, the lights are usually turned off," Grandma said, "Why don't you go up and have a look, if he hasn't slept, don't let him breathe, go to sleep, young people just don't pay attention to their bodies."

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded, turned around and ran up the stairs from the backyard to the rooftop.

Just as he was about to open the door of his own room, he clicked his tongue, turned around and ran down again. Fang Hui was still sleeping in his room, and at this time, he might be giving a speech to all mankind in his dream.

Fang Chi walked around to the living room and went upstairs. When he stood at the door of Sun Wenqu's room and raised his hand to knock on the door, he stopped, and stuck to the door to listen to the movement.

It was very quiet in the room, and there was no sound.

Just as he was hesitating whether to knock on the door or just go in and frighten him like Sun Wenqu did last time, there was a sound of a chair being dragged in the room.

up so early?

Or really did not sleep?

Fang Chi grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. The door was not locked and opened directly.

But when he was about to go in, he glanced at the room and stopped, grabbing the doorknob and stopping outside the door.

There were lights in the house, and more than one.

In addition to the lamp on the roof, there is also a lamp on the table, and there is a clamp lamp next to the pottery turntable.

What stopped Fang Chi was the pot on the turntable that was already in shape, with simple lines but very eye-catching.

And Sun Wenqu, who was sitting in front of the turntable with his back facing the door, shirtless, looked like he hadn't slept all night, and his pants were still the same as last night.

There were many muddy tools on the table next to them. They were long, short, and thick, and Fang Chi didn't know them all. He didn't plan to look at them.

Sun Wenqu, who was concentrating on the pot on the turntable, occupied all his vision and attention.

Sun Wenqu had earphones plugged into his ears, so he didn't seem to hear the door. He was staring intently at the turntable, holding a long and thin thing that he didn't know what it was.

Sun Wenqu was making pottery.

He had never seen Sun Wenqu like this before.

With slender fingers stained with mud, and a body leaning forward slightly, it seemed that he and the half-finished jug in front of him were the only ones in the whole world with a focused expression.

Fang Chi felt that it was only today, at this moment, that he really realized what kind of state Sun Wenqu's "seriousness" is.

Before giving him lectures and playing the erhu, although they were very different from his usual foolishness, but now I know that Sun Wenqu, who is facing the jug on the turntable, can be called truly serious.

The earnestness that makes the whole room sink into his world.

The earnestness that made Boss Huang freeze by his legs.

At this moment, Fang Chi suddenly felt a distance.

Or some kind of gap.

But when I think about it carefully, I can't tell what it is.

I'm afraid I'm not nervous and scare you to death.

Grandma's voice came from downstairs, Fang Chi came back to his senses, exited the room, and gently closed the door.

I didn't even light up when I was doing pottery.

Wearing pants.

...It means no clothes, not no pants.

After walking two steps towards his room, he remembered that Fang Hui was still sleeping in the room, so he hesitated for a moment, turned around and went downstairs.

"Is the canal asleep or not?" Grandma asked.

"...didn't sleep, he was working," Fang Chi said, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"Find the kitchen by yourself, and make it yourself if you don't want to eat," grandma said, "I don't care about you."

"Oh." Fang Chi entered the kitchen.

There was a lot of food in the kitchen, and the plates and bowls filled with cooked vegetables were piled up, but none of them were for breakfast. He went around twice, cooked a bowl of noodles for himself, and squatted in the yard to share with the boy.

Seeing Sun Wenqu's completely self-forgetful look, let alone going for a walk, he might not even be able to eat at noon.

I didn't expect this person to do pottery like this.

It's indescribable.

He thought of Sun Wenqu's words again, I'm afraid I'll scare you to death by being insane.

It was a little scary.

A snake egg still has this state.

Terrified.

"Hey!" A voice suddenly came from above his head.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head to look up, he found that Sun Wenqu was actually lying on the window sill, poking his head out to look at him.

"You're still shirtless, you won't freeze to death." Fang Chi said.

"Cook a bowl of noodles," Sun Wenqu said, "Grandma just said to let me eat elbows earlier, it's too scary..."

Fang Chi laughed: "Wait, I'll cook for you after eating."

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu retreated into the room and closed the window.

Fang Chi finished the noodles in three mouthfuls, poured the remaining noodle soup and vegetables into the boy's bowl, and ran into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for Sun Wenqu.

The formation in Sun Wenqu's room has been withdrawn, the unfinished pot is still there, and all the tools are in the same place, but without him sitting in front of the turntable, the aura that made people addicted to it before has all disappeared .

"Don't call me when you come," Sun Wenqu took the bowl, sat down on the bed and began to eat, "I've been hungry all this time."

"I see you are..." Fang Chi suddenly remembered that Sun Wenqu had said not to watch him work, so he quickly stopped, "Your house light is on, I think... my grandma said..."

"Okay, don't make it up, this stutter has caught up with Liang Zi, you were right when you followed Fang Ying to trick me," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "you talk to grandma downstairs I heard it when."

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned, very surprised, "Did you hear that? How did you hear it? Don't you wear earphones?"

"It happened to be cutting the song, and there was no sound at that moment." Sun Wenqu said while eating.

"I...then you heard that you won't come out?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"I don't want to move. If I want to have fun, it's okay to stay here for a day." Sun Wenqu took a sip of the noodle soup. You peed in fright and didn’t move.”

Fang Chi opened his mouth and said nothing.

"I'll go for a walk after eating." Sun Wenqu said.

"...Oh," Fang Chi responded, and after a while he remembered to ask again, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"No," Sun Wenqu said, "I didn't realize I wasn't asleep until I heard your grandparents talking downstairs."

"You're too... grandma said it's not good to stay up late, so don't do that in the future," Fang Chi walked to the turntable, bent down and took a closer look at the unfinished pot, "Aren't you very squeamish?" , beware of getting sick."

"I haven't been sick for a long time. The air here is good." Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "Let's see after we're done."

"Oh." Fang Chi quickly straightened up, turned around and walked away, standing next to the table.

"I did it for a client of Liangzi, and the request was too peculiar to make it difficult." Sun Wenqu explained again, probably because he was afraid of embarrassing him.

"Yeah." Fang Chi didn't quite understand, but still nodded.

Downstairs, grandparents were busy with work, Fang Chi couldn't intervene, and his house was taken by Fang Hui. He had no place to stay for the time being, so he had to continue watching Sun Wenqu eat noodles.

Sun Wenqu's food looks pretty good, but it can be seen that he was tired and hungry after staying up all night, and he ate quite happily.

Fang Chi looked at it for a while, then turned his eyes away, even if he looks good, he can't just stare at it all the time.

There was Sun Wenqu's MP3 on the table, he picked it up casually and looked at it, after being stunned for two seconds, he whispered in surprise, "Damn it!"

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu bit his cheek and raised his head.

"AK380?" Fang Chi shook the MP3 in his hand.

"Yes." Sun Wenqu continued to eat noodles.

"More than 2 yuan," Fang Chi clicked his tongue on the MP3 more than a dozen times, "You are too embarrassing. If you want Fang Hui to know about this life, you have to give a speech for 10 minutes."

"I bought it to pretend to be aggressive," Sun Wenqu said, "I sound like yours anyway."

"Crap, can my one with a few hundred yuan be the same?" Fang Chi looked down for a while, "I'll listen."

"Listen with your own headphones," Sun Wenqu said, "don't use my headphones."

"Why, are you obsessed with cleanliness?" Fang Chi pulled his earphones off the phone, "It's not right, you are obsessed with cleanliness, you drink from my cup?"

"Oh, I really hold a grudge. I have drank a few sips of water from you and remembered it to this day." Sun Wenqu ate up the noodles in the bowl and began to drink noodle soup. "I bought that earphone for 20 yuan."

"How much?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"20 yuan, the kind you can grab and yell while walking on the pedestrian street." Sun Wenqu said.

"You take a 20 yuan earphone to match a 2 yuan machine," Fang Chi couldn't understand, "Why are you so hard to think about it? Don't you want to pretend that you should buy a [-] yuan earphone, and you don't have to buy it." Anyway, you won’t be able to hear the difference, so just put the other end in your trousers pocket.”

"You understand so well?" Sun Wenqu couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "Did you pretend like that?"

"Yes," Fang Chi nodded, "The earphones arrived first before the machine arrived, so I hung up an empty earphone and went out, and put the end in my pocket."

"You're so cute," Sun Wenqu walked out of the room with the bowl, still smiling when he went downstairs, "I'm keeping a low profile, you don't understand."

Fang Chi ignored him, unplugged his broken 20 yuan earphone, plugged in his own earphone, and clicked on a random song to listen.

After listening to three sentences, I took off the earphones.

It's very good, and you can hear the difference with your own hundreds of machines with just one ear.

It's just that he couldn't listen to it anymore, and admired Sun Wenqu for being able to listen to this kind of song that screamed like he was being tortured by ten torturers.

There's really no way to describe this guy.

What kind of person is he.

There are too many, none of them look like the same person.

Thinking about it like this is really like a neurosis.

Sun Wenqu still put on the same cartoon sportswear that day, with a down vest on the outside, but a Lei Feng cap on his head.

"...Why are you dressed so confusingly?" Fang Chi sighed, "Can't you be more uniform, your big furball hat goes well with this body."

"No," Sun Wenqu pushed him into the yard, "Look, it's snowing! It's so cold that the woolen hat can't bear it."

"Ah, it's true, it wasn't loaded when I came here," Fang Chi looked up at the sky, then suddenly turned around and pointed at Sun Wenqu, "Don't take Mr. Huang with you! Freeze it to death!"

"I didn't bring it, it's under the quilt," Sun Wenqu patted him on the back, "Let's go."

The snow was not falling heavily, and there were scattered snowflakes.

The two of them got up early in the morning, earlier than Zhou Papi, and went for a walk in the back mountain under the snowflakes.

Neuropathy is also contagious, and Fang Chi feels that way, the key is that he is very happy to walk around after being infected.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked Sun Wenqu.

"Not sleepy," Sun Wenqu yawned, "just a little dazed."

"Go back after a while, sleep for a while, grandma will definitely ask you to eat today's meal, I guess you won't be able to handle it from noon to night." Fang Chi was a little worried.

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You underestimate me too much. I used to hang out in Li Bowen's bar all night."

"That was before, when you were young..." Fang Chi answered quickly.

"Wait a minute," Sun asked Qu looking at him, "When am I?"

"You... When you were young," Fang Chi coughed, "You are young now, but you were young before."

"The response is pretty quick," Sun Wenqu laughed, and he fished out a candy in his pocket, "Here, praise me."

Fang Chi took the candy, it was a toffee with Sun Wenqu's body temperature, he held it in his hand for a while and put it in his pocket.

"What's the general arrangement for your family today?" Sun Wenqu took out a mask and put it on, then turned to ask him.

"Hey!" Fang Chi glanced at him, with a bloody mouth on the mask, "You are really... my aunt will be back in the morning, and everyone will be there at noon. I will quarrel or fight with Fang Hui after making dumplings for dinner and setting off firecrackers. Then I will be busy with dinner all afternoon, and those who have nothing to do, such as me and you, will play mahjong, and continue to eat, drink, and shoot guns until midnight, and that’s about it.”

"It's interesting," Sun Wenqu nodded, "I want to play mahjong."

"Let's fight," Fang Chi smiled, thought about it, and said, "I want to drink at night. My grandfather likes to drink local wine. My dad and my second uncle must have bought other wine. When you drink it, you should choose it first. Don't drink it." Miscellaneous, there is no place to buy stomach medicine for you right now."

"I drink local wine," Sun Wenqu said, "I can't drink this normally, and I'm bored with everything else."

"My dad and the others like to persuade people to drink, and they are very barbaric. If they don't drink, it's like someone owed him 300 million. If you can't do it, just tell me, and I can drink it for you." Fang Chi rubbed his nose.

"You are such an old lady," Sun Wenqu looked at him and sighed, "Are you always such an old lady to everyone?"

"No, I usually don't bother to talk." Fang Chi glanced at him calmly, "I'm easy to be an old lady to people who are particularly delicate."

Sun Wenqu laughed loudly, turned around and walked forward. After only two steps, when Fang Chi followed, he suddenly turned around and stretched his hand towards Fang Chi's face.

But before his fingers touched his face, Fang Chi had already grabbed his wrist.

"Yo," Sun Wenqu was taken aback for a moment, "the reaction is quick."

"The reaction is generally fast," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "mainly because he has adapted to your convulsion pattern."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu smiled, and suddenly raised his other hand.

Fang Chi grabbed the wrist of his hand again: "Are you right?"

"Dancing dolls and bears," Sun Wenqu sang, shaking Fang Chi's hands again, "Dancing, dancing, one-two-one..."

"I think I'm going crazy." Fang Chi let go of his hand, and couldn't hold back his joy after a pause.

The two laughed at each other for a while, Fang Chi rubbed his face: "Hey, I think you are incredible."

"What's wrong?" Sun Wen put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly forward.

"Just when I entered your room..." Fang Chi sniffed, "I was a little shocked. You really scared me when you were not nervous."

"Really." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Well, there's style," Fang Chi nodded, "Pretending to be awesome is still different from being really awesome."

"It's a good compliment," Sun Wenqu touched his pocket, "The sugar is gone."

Fang Chi took out the candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, I have something to discuss with you." Sun asked him to touch him with his arm.

"Well, say." Fang Chi looked at him.

"It's over at night, if you're not sleepy," Sun Wenqu said, "don't go back to your house to sleep."

Fang Chi froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

"If I've been drinking," Sun Wenqu said, "I might want to chat. You can chat with me for a while."

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."