flying dog

It was snowing heavily, and the two of them didn't turn too far. The closer they got to the mountain, the colder it became. Fang Chi took Sun Wenqu back to the village.

The sound of firecrackers in the village can be heard from a distance, as well as the smoke rising from the snowflakes.

"It started early in the morning." Sun Wenqu tugged at his hat.

"My aunt will be here in a while," Fang Chi rubbed his hands and jumped up, "I don't know if Fang Hui is up yet, all my clothes are in that room."

"If you don't get up, you don't get up. Why don't you go in and get some clothes?" Sun Wenqu said.

"No," Fang Chi said twice. "I thought he was sleeping on my bed and wrapped my quilt on my bed. I saw that I was afraid that I would pounce on him in person."

"Broken temper," Sun Wenqu stretched his waist, opened his arms and quickly closed them, "Your younger brother is a little in the second grade, at the age of looking for a sense of presence."

"Why am I not that old?" Fang Chi glanced at him.

"You are precocious," Sun Wenqu put his arms on his shoulders, "Actually, your adults are quite big-hearted, and a child can be left alone like that."

"I don't care about it, I often call," Fang Chi rubbed his nose, turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu's hand, thinking that it looks good with mud on it, "I'm not used to them always caring I."

Sun Wenqu smiled.

When I got home, my parents had already come, and my second uncle also said that I would come right away. The kitchen was already steaming.

Sun Wenqu went upstairs, but did not come down once the door was closed.

Fang Chi looked at the door of his room, it was still closed, Fang Hui probably hadn't gotten up yet.

It's fucking annoying.

He went into the kitchen and wanted to help, but was kicked out by his mother: "Don't help yourself."

In previous years, he usually stayed in the house at this moment, or watched TV in the living room, but this year he has nothing to do.

Watching TV in the living room for a while is not interesting, I want to go upstairs but there is no room.

Go to Sun Wenqu's house...he said again that he can't watch him work.

"Hey—" Fang Chi sighed.

After staring at the TV in a daze for a while, my mother entered the living room: "Xiao Chi, go pick up your aunt on the road, they arrived, and they carried a bunch of things..."

"Okay," Fang Chi was feeling bored, and immediately jumped up when he heard this, and pointed upstairs after thinking about it, "Let Fang Hui get up, it's almost noon."

"Aren't you up yet?" Fang Yun's voice came from the yard, and the second uncle's family came over. Fang Yun frowned and entered the house, "I'll call him."

Fang Chi ran out of the courtyard with the boy.

The cold and fresh air was filled with the smell of burning cigarettes. Fang Chi ran very comfortably. While running, he picked up small stones and threw them to the side, watching the boy rush out to pick them up while running and screaming.

After running along the road out of the village for about ten minutes, Fang Chi saw three people in front of him waving at him, and he waved back with a smile.

The aunt's family did bring a lot of things, a big woven bag was full of food, Fang Chi threw the bag on his back, and when the bag fell on his back, he coughed.

"Boy, I have chocolate! You wait for me to get it for you." Cousin Hu Ying patted the boy's head and was busy digging into the schoolbag.

"Dogs can't eat chocolate," Fang Chi said, "You can eat it yourself."

"Why can't you eat it?" Hu Ying sighed, "You've been abused, kid, you've been abused again."

"If you have any other candy, just give it one." Fang Chi glanced at her. The little girl looked quite short last year, but she suddenly grew up to ten centimeters in the third grade of junior high school. "Don't play dumb every time." Ask again."

"Then you can pretend to be stupid and explain again," Hu Ying said with a smile, and took out the sugar toffee and gave it to the boy, "Why didn't I see brother Xiaohui?"

"I'm sleeping, I guess I just woke up." Fang Chi said.

"Have you two finished fighting?" Hu Ying stuffed another toffee into his mouth.

"No, his father finished it yesterday." Fang Chi smiled.

"Oh my god, it's a pity I didn't watch it." Hu Ying covered her mouth and laughed loudly.

"This crazy girl." Auntie slapped her.

Downstairs was very lively, Sun Wenqu was sitting by the turntable, staring at the pot, getting in shape little by little, probably Fang Chi's aunt's family had arrived.

Fang Hui next door also got up and was rushed downstairs by his sister.

Sun Wenqu heaved a sigh of relief. Last night he was wearing earphones and was too absorbed to pay attention. Only now did he realize that Fang Hui was snoring so loudly that it felt like it could shatter his pot.

Sun Wenqu took the earphones and stuffed them into his ears, but he didn't turn on the music. He just cut off part of the surrounding sounds. It was too loud and he couldn't calm down, but he couldn't bear to be completely quiet with no sound at all.

After the pot was repaired, he leaned back in the chair and stared at the pot.

This time, I should be able to make up for the "slightly worse" point, and I can do this for the time being, and I can talk about it after seeing the whole thing after everything is done.

The door was knocked lightly twice.

"Who?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"I, Fang Chi." Fang Chi's voice sounded outside the door.

Sun Wenqu got up and went to open the door, Fang Chi leaned against the wall of the door: "Will you come down for lunch at noon?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu nodded, "Have all your relatives arrived?"

"Here we are," Fang Chi smiled, "Have a drink at noon, would you like some?"

"Okay," Sun Wenqu turned back to the chair and sat down, "Are you quite drinkable?"

"Generally, I can drink, I..." Fang Chi was about to follow into the house when footsteps came from the stairs.

Hu Ying ran upstairs with a bag in her hand: "I forgot to give you this, the gloves I knitted."

"Thank you," Fang Chi took it over, "Can you still knit gloves?"

"Well," Hu Ying poked her head into the room with a smile, and then smiled a little embarrassedly, "Is this your friend that grandma said?"

Fang Chi nodded, wanting to introduce to Hu Ying: "Well, this is..."

"Hello, Uncle Shuiqu." Hu Ying said.

Sun Wenqu smiled and said, "Hello."

"What did you call him?" Fang Chi turned his head abruptly.

"Uncle Shui Qu," Hu Ying repeated, "that's how grandma introduced you. Your brother's friend, Uncle Shui Qu, lives in the empty room on the second floor, but he doesn't really look like an uncle."

Sun Wenqu didn't hold back for a moment and let out a laugh: "It's good to be called uncle, it's good to be called uncle, it's not bad."

"Come down for dinner later, Uncle Shuiqu," Hu Ying said with a polite smile, "My family has a lot of delicious food for Chinese New Year, from thirty to fifteen!"

"Okay." Sun Wenqu continued to be happy.

Seeing Hu Ying running downstairs in a hurry, Fang Chi choked out a sentence: "Then he is not called a canal."

"My son," Sun Wenqu leaned back on the chair and laughed until his eyes nearly disappeared, "You have to accept the reality."

"I have to talk to my grandma." Fang Chi turned around, closed the door and ran downstairs.

When Sun Wenqu went downstairs to eat, Hu Ying had already changed his name to Big Brother Sun. I don't know if it was Grandma or Fang Chi who corrected him.

Sun Wenqu greeted everyone and sat down on a stool in the corner.

There is a very active stove in the living room, and it is estimated that there will be a hot pot in a while. The dishes are already ready and are being brought into the room, and a table has already been set up.

The table was a low table, and a group of people sat on small stools to eat, and they looked like they were about to grab food, with a particularly strong appetite.

Looking at the excitement of Fang Chi's family, I feel that the meal is going to be eaten directly into the evening.

"This mutton is fresh. I just brought it back yesterday. I can eat it today." Grandma pointed to the boiling soup pot in the middle. "Hurry up and start eating."

"Let's toast first, toast first," the second uncle picked up the cup, "I wish you all a new year and a new atmosphere."

Everyone in the room raised their glasses, and they were all talking, but they couldn't make out what they were saying.

Sun Wenqu asked for a glass of grandpa's local wine, and raised his glass too, wanting to hear what Fang Chi, who was sitting on his right, was talking about, but Fang Chi murmured a few times before giving the wine to him. drank.

He wanted to laugh a little, and when he heard Hu Ying who was sitting on the left saying the same thing, yes, yes, yes, yes, he smiled and turned to Fang Chi and asked Fang Chi in a low voice: "Is this how all your children say congratulations?" ?”

"There's nothing new to say," Fang Chi smiled. "Anyway, it's enough to make it lively."

Fang Chi's previous reminder was not wrong. Both his father and his second uncle were the type who were not satisfied with drinking by themselves and had to drink with everyone at the table.

He didn't let go at first, but just took his grandfather and his uncle and brother-in-law to drink together. After eating half of it, he was happy, and the uncle and brother-in-law who had also drunk started pouring wine for Sun Wenqu.

"He can't drink much," Fang Chi blocked his father who was about to pour Sun Wenqu a third glass of wine, "you can drink what you have."

"Didn't you say you only drink local wine?" There was a lot of noise in the room, and my father said something irrelevant, "It's local wine."

Sun Wenqu patted Fang Chi on the back, picked up the glass, asked his father to pour him a glass of wine, and then smiled at Fang Chi: "It's nothing now."

"You drink slowly," Fang Chi said in a low voice, "You drink so fast, you have to be persuaded to drink if you don't drink, and you will be poured out as soon as your glass is empty."

"Understood." Sun Wen nodded.

After having a lively lunch, Sun Wenqu felt warm all over his body, and his back was covered with sweat.

Grandma directed everyone to put away the empty dishes on the table, put the dishes on the small table, and asked those who were still drinking to drink aside: "Leave a place here to make dumplings."

"We're still playing cards, can we get two tables together?" Fang Yun said.

"One table at a time," said grandma, "then open another table after they finish eating."

"Okay, then let's call my mother first, and then count my aunt, Shui... ask him to call?" Fang Yun counted people.

"He plays." Fang Chi still remembered Sun Wenqu's words that he wanted to play mahjong.

"Does Xiaohui fight?" Fang Yun asked her brother again.

Fang Hui also drank a lot today, his face was flushed when he turned around, and he glanced at Fang Chi: "If he hits me, I won't hit him."

"I'll fight." Fang Chi said.

"I won't fight." Fang Hui said immediately.

"That's just right," Fang Chi laughed, and sat down at the table, "Thank you, I didn't have a seat at all."

"You!" Fang Hui stared.

"Hey, you guys are playing cards. Who will make dumplings after playing cards! I'll go make dumplings with your aunt," my mother said with a smile, "Let's play, Xiaohui."

"I won't fight!" Fang Hui still stared at Fang Chi.

"Then you can make dumplings," Fang Chi waved, "Hu Ying is here to fight?"

"Okay!" Hu Ying immediately jumped to the table.

The second aunt gave up the seat to Fang Yun, and then went to make dumplings, and finally Fang Chi, Sun Wenqu, Hu Ying and Fang Yun sat down to play mahjong.

"A table of juniors," Hu Ying said while pushing the cards, "It's delicious and lazy."

"The delicious ones are over there," Fang Chi pointed to the dads who were still drinking beside him, "We are some lazy juniors."

"Aren't I an uncle?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh, don't mention it, it's all my grandma's fault." Hu Ying smiled on the table.

"Grandma is talking nonsense again, the water canal will be used for a while, and uncle's will be used for a while." Fang Yun sighed.

Fang Chi didn't say much all the time. He was a little dazed after drinking, and didn't want to talk much, so he kept looking at Sun Wenqu's hand.

Sun Wenqu sat him home, made himself a cup of tea at some point, and took a sip from time to time.

People with good-looking hands can do good-looking things. Putting the cup on the cup and pushing the number plate to touch the cards is pleasing to the eye.

Sun asked him how his cards were going. Fang Chi didn't know how he was playing. After two rounds of playing, he knew that he liked to hold the cards in his hands and not put them in front of him. He was willing to turn them over and over on the table with his fingers Play.

"Let's play the card, Brother Chi." Hu Ying pushed Fang Chi.

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, took a card from the cards in front of him and threw it out.

"Nonsense," Fang Yun piled up a pile of cards, "just wait for this one."

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, then clicked his tongue again.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Nothing." Fang Chi scratched his head.

He doesn't usually play these things very much, he just plays a few rounds during the Chinese New Year, and usually just pays attention to what is in front of him, basically not firing a cannon is the highest requirement.

Sun Wenqu was pretty good at playing mahjong, and he could count the cards well. The table was full of peers, and he probably didn't keep it. After a few rounds, except for Fang Yun who messed up twice, the rest were all him.

"I won't play anymore," Sun Wenqu pushed the cards away, "I'm tired."

"A master," Hu Ying said with a smile, "Is it because I'm tired or I don't want to play with us rookies."

"I guess it's boring to fight with us." Fang Yun sighed, "I'm still messing around, you two are real money-spreading boys."

"I break up every year anyway," Fang Chi chuckled twice, "I won't fight anymore, let my mother come and play."

"Fang Hui, do you play?" Fang Yun turned around and patted Fang Hui who was staring at the TV in a daze, "Xiao Chi stopped playing, you can go to the table."

After Sun Wenqu got off the poker table, he went upstairs. Fang Chi hesitated for a while, and saw the cup he was still on the table, so he went to get it, and followed him up.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Sun Wenqu come out of the house again.

"Take a cup?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled and took the cup, "Come here for a while?"

"Are you going to sleep?" Fang Chi looked tired on his face.

"I can't sleep," Sun Wenqu entered the room and fell on the bed, "I want to lie down for a while."

"Then you... lie down," Fang Chi put the cup on the table, turned and went out, "I'll go back to the room and read a book."

The downstairs is still very lively, Fang Chi looked at it, continued to drink and chat, playing mahjong and chatting, making dumplings and chatting, the whole room was filled with people.

The Chinese New Year is really enjoyable.

He pushed open the door of his own room, but the room where Fang Hui slept was really unpleasant.

The quilt was not folded, and it was piled up on the bed in a random way. The corner of the quilt was thrown to the ground, and the two pillows were not in their original positions. One was thrown at the corner of the bed, and the other was wrapped in the quilt.

Fang Chi was furious for a while, and when he turned around and saw the socks thrown on the table, he had the urge to go down now, pick up Fang Hui and stuff the socks into his mouth.

There was no way to stay in this room, Fang Chi slammed the door and walked out annoyed.

I went downstairs and turned around and didn't know what to do. Except for him, everyone seemed to be busy. Even the boy had already eaten a bowl of leftovers and lay down in the yard basking in the afternoon sun to sleep. .

He had no choice but to go upstairs again, and when he passed Sun Wenqu's room, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Sun Wenqu said in the room.

Fang Chi pushed open the door and poked his head in. Sun Wenqu was still lying on the bed in the same posture that he fell down before.

"If you don't mind," Fang Chi said, "shall I come to your place to read?"

"If you don't mind." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"...Oh," Fang Chi went to carry his schoolbag and entered the house, "I don't mind."

The desk in Sun Wenqu’s house is also newly bought. There was no such thing in the house, but it is not a big black desk with no borders. Computer desk with pen and paper.

"I put your papers aside. Is there any number or something? I'm afraid it will get messed up." Fang Chi said.

"It's okay, I wrote the date." Sun Wenqu said with his eyes closed.

"Well," Fang Chi put the paper and notebook aside, "Did you play mahjong and cards all day long? It seems that your level is quite high."

"Yo, you can tell that other people's level is high with your level that you don't even want to be given cards?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned, and he figured out the sentence several times before he understood, "Did you feed me the card?"

"Yeah, seeing that you ordered your sister's cannon, it's so pitiful, so I fed you a few. To be honest, I ate it several times, but I didn't want one." Sun Wenqu sighed.

Fang Chi smiled and said nothing, sat down and took out his book.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak any more, and once he put his arm over his eyes, he didn't move again.

Fang Chi glanced at him a few times, wondering if he had fallen asleep or started closing his eyes to rest his mind.

After the door was closed, the sound downstairs was much quieter. Occasionally, I could hear the sound of firecrackers from the village, which felt quite comfortable.

Fang Chi held his chin and opened the English materials, intending to recite the two pages that the teacher highlighted for memorization.

He recited a sentence in a low voice, turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu, there should be no arguing, so he lowered his voice and continued to read another sentence.

This pronunciation, he glanced at Sun Wenqu, he was embarrassed to hear it, so he lowered the volume again and changed it to a breathy voice.

He glanced at Sun Wenqu again... Then he simply took a pen and wrote in the notebook while reading silently.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu laughed, "Speak up, I won't laugh at you, why did you write it down?"

Fang Chi was embarrassed for a while, dropped his pen and turned his head: "Are you asleep or not?"

"I said I couldn't sleep, so I'll lie down for a while." Sun Wenqu lowered his arms, opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Then you just lie down, what do you mean by peeking at people's review?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

"If I don't open my eyes to see, how will I know that you are still watching me during the review? Recite a sentence and take a look, I want to laugh a long time ago, so I won't scare you." Sun Wenqu closed his eyes happily.

Fang Chi stared at him for a long time, then lay down on the table: "...be quiet, I'm going to recite the book."

"Come on." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Fang Chi didn't make a sound, and kept writing in his heart while writing repeatedly on the paper as before.

Fang Chi felt sleepy before reciting a single page. He went to bed too late and woke up too early, and took a lunch break after drinking to recite English.

Fang Chi held on for another half an hour, feeling that he was going to fall asleep in the next second, so he stood up, wanting to chat with Sun Wenqu to refresh himself.

But when he walked to the bed, he found that Sun Wenqu had fallen asleep with his face on his side.

"Hey, don't you say you'll lie down for a while?" Fang Chi bent down to look at him a little depressed, and said in a low voice, "Don't you say you can't sleep?"

Sun Wenqu's breathing was very slow, and his eyelashes didn't flutter. He had been asleep for a while.

"You're not mean enough..." Fang Chi sighed softly, took a step back and sat back on the chair.

He crossed his arms on the table, propped his head on his hands and looked at Sun Wenqu.

This person looked quite serious when he was sleeping, not like the usual lazy state, nor did he have the strong aura he had when he was a Taoist.

Looks like a normal, ordinary... more handsome middle... no, young man.

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu's face, and didn't know why he stopped reading. He was probably sleepy, yes, sleepy.

He yawned and stood up, moved to the chaise longue next to him, followed Sun Wenqu's example and pulled the chair towards the edge of the bed, then lay down, put his feet on the edge of the bed, and closed his eyes .