flying dog

It's weird to have dreams in the afternoon.

Maybe it's too sleepy.

It is even more strange to dream of Sun Wenqu while taking a nap and dreaming.

Probably hang out with him every day.

Sun Wenqu is very good-looking, especially when he is making pottery, with a focused side face, slightly trembling eyelashes, and beautiful hands, with muddy but still slender and strong fingers.

The fingers that slid across the mud, the fingers that pressed the turntable, the fingers that held the pen, the fingers that tapped his paper, and the fingers that flicked lightly on the back of his hand.

Touching the tattooed fingers on the back of the waist...

waist……

ankle……

behind the ear...

The skin is smooth...

Sun Wenqu's breath swept over his ears, with lazy warmth...

Fang Chi opened his eyes suddenly.

After staring at the unturned lights on the ceiling for a long time, I slowly slowed down my heartbeat and shortness of breath that jumped into my throat.

He was still lying in the chaise longue, his neck and back were a little sore because he kept his head up all the time, and his legs were also a little numb.

He stretched his neck and sat up slowly.

When he wanted to see if Sun Wenqu was still asleep, he suddenly found Sun Wenqu sitting on the bed leaning against the wall and looking at him.

Mr. Huang, who had been wrapped in the quilt all this time, also got up, and sat upright beside Sun Wenqu, staring at him together.

"Me!" Fang Chi was taken aback. After struggling for a long time, he stood up from the wine glass. As soon as he stood up, he felt something was wrong, so he quickly turned around, "When did you wake up!"

"Just woke up." Sun Wenqu's voice was quite calm, but he could be heard laughing.

"No," Fang Chi turned his head, "you called me when you woke up, just look at it like this?"

"I just woke up," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "Just one minute."

"One minute is a long time, okay?" Fang Chi took the phone, "Take a stopwatch and pinch it to see how long a minute is!"

Sun Wenqu stretched his waist: "What did you dream about?"

"I didn't dream of anything." Fang Chi walked towards the door in embarrassment.

"Just go out like this?" Sun Wenqu laughed.

Fang Chi heard someone passing by outside the door. He heard that the voices were Hu Ying and Fang Hui. He retracted the hand that was stretched out to the door, and finally gritted his teeth and turned around and sat back in the chair.

"I want to smile." He looked at Sun Wenqu.

"I didn't laugh at you," Sun Wenqu yawned, "I think it's awesome to be able to hit hard after a nap."

"...you are young." Fang Chi said, ever since he met Sun Wenqu, he felt his skin thickened at an out-of-control speed.

Sun Wenqu smiled: "So I asked you what you dreamed about."

This question caused Fang Chi's face to heat up, and his brain was so hot that he couldn't turn his head around. He said casually: "I dreamed that I took the boy to hunt."

"...Oh," Sun Wenqu was stunned for a moment, then fell down on the pillow, unable to stop laughing, "It's good to be young, and you have a good appetite."

"Damn." Fang Chi came back to his senses and had the urge to jump out of the window.

"Hey, I'm not kidding you," Sun Wenqu got out of bed, went to the window and looked down, "Do you want to eat? Go down."

"What time is it?" Fang Chi took the phone and was startled when he saw that the time on it was past four o'clock, "Sleeping for so long?"

"It's good to sleep for a while, I guess I will sleep late at night." Sun Wenqu rubbed his eyes.

"Are you asleep?" Fang Chi stood up, lifted his pants, and finally recovered.

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I just listened to you scribbling on the paper, it was quite hypnotic."

"If you think it's noisy, stay in the room for a while." Fang Chi adjusted his clothes and wiped his mouth again. "I'll go down and have a look. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu leaned against the window.

Fang Chi went downstairs, and the boy ran over while smacking his mouth and wagging his tail.

"What did you eat?" Fang Chi scratched its head.

"I gave it a dumpling," Hu Ying whispered next to it, "It's just raw, is it okay? I think it's too greedy."

"It's okay," Fang Chi smiled, "It's time for dinner."

"Well, Grandpa just said it for 15 minutes." Hu Ying probably got greedy, rubbed her hands and said expectantly, "I just went up and wanted to call you and Brother Sun, but there was no movement in that room, so you two are probably sleeping Then it came down again."

"...Oh," Fang Chi felt a feeling of indescribability when he heard the words "you two are sleeping", his body was a little numb, and he jumped up and down quickly, "I slept for a while."

The sound of firecrackers in the village became more and more intensive, and gradually became one, and the air could smell the smell of gunpowder smoke, but the fragrance of the vegetables in the kitchen was so powerful that you couldn't hold it in your pocket. It's fragrant, and it's all meaty.

Fang Chi walked around the kitchen, took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Sun Wenqu.

Ready to eat, there are so many delicious dishes, do you want to sneak some food first?

In less than 2 minutes, Sun Wenqu ran down, the belly part of his coat was bulging, and it looked like he had come down with Mr. Huang stuffed in it.

"Take it everywhere," Fang Chi sighed, "Take it with you when you eat? Can you have a litter in ten months?"

"It's a pleasant surprise to snap his mouth from time to time... Hold him for a while, he hasn't heard the sound of firecrackers, and if he throws it in the house for a while, he will probably be scared crazy at night." Sun Wenqu looked outside the kitchen, "Stealing vegetables to eat Is it inappropriate?"

Fang Chi squeezed a piece of sauced duck out of the pot: "Then do you want to eat it?"

"Eat." Sun Wenqu was about to reach out to take it, but Mr. Huang squeezed out from his collar, struggling to climb onto his shoulders. He quickly grabbed Mr. Huang, stuffed it into his clothes, and leaned over to Fang Chi's hand The last bite took the duck away.

After Sun Wenqu turned around and left the kitchen, Fang Chi was still in a daze for a while before he put his raised hand down and rubbed it on his pants.

Grandpa came in when he was out of the kitchen, and smiled when he saw him: "Where are you stealing vegetables?"

"The sauced duck is delicious." Fang Chi laughed twice.

"There are roasted sweet potatoes, do you want to eat them?" Grandpa said, "But we'll be eating right away..."

"Eat, eat, eat, eat," Fang Chi said in succession. He likes to eat, especially the ones baked by his grandfather. "Give me one, the small one will do."

"No one is small, they are all as big as your head." Grandpa said with a smile.

"Then get one with the size of my head." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu stood in the yard, watching his father and second uncle dismantle the firecrackers, with their hands in their pockets, probably still holding Mr. Huang in their clothes.

"Do you want to eat?" Fang Chi went over and shook the baked sweet potato with two bites in his hand.

"Does it smell good? Let me smell it," Sun Wenqu turned his head, "My nose is filled with the smell of firecrackers, so I can't smell the fragrance of vegetables."

"If you want to eat..." Fang Chi handed the sweet potato to Sun Wenqu, originally intending to say that if he wanted to eat it, he would go and get another one.

But before he could finish speaking, Sun Wenqu took a bite of the sweet potato in his hand, and said vaguely while inhaling: "Oh, it's so hot...it's delicious...it's better than baked on the street. delicious."

"This is..." Fang Chi looked at him, "I bit it."

"I have bitten it, I have bitten it," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "You are a person who wipes your hands on your pants all day long, and you always pay attention to these things. You talk about it for a long time after drinking a sip of water, and you also talk about it after eating a bite of sweet potato."

"That's not what I meant," Fang Chi was so speechless that he didn't know how to explain it. He lowered his head and took a bite, "Forget it."

The food in the room was already full and a large table was set up, and all the people crowded to the gate of the yard together, waiting for the firecrackers to be set off.

The sound of firecrackers in the village has become one, crackling far and near.

Sun Wenqu pinched Mr. Huang's ear with his hand and shouted, "Look at him, learn a little bit!"

As an old dog who has lived for many years, the kid has no fear of setting off firecrackers at all, only excitement, and even climbed up the firewood stack excitedly, wagging his tail happily at the firecrackers on the ground.

Fang Hui went to light the whip, Fang Chi originally wanted to light it, but he didn't go after thinking about it, in case the fight would affect the atmosphere too much.

The firecrackers were lit, and there was a blast outside the courtyard gate.

"Ah—" Hu Ying covered her ears and shouted while jumping in the crowd.

"Are you stupid!" Fang Chi yelled at her with a smile.

"Ah—" Hu Ying couldn't hear what he said, so she shouted hard.

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu again. Sun Wenqu hugged the cat with one hand and squeezed the cat's ears with the other, with a smile on his face, but it was probably because the firecrackers were too loud. Pressed on the shoulder but without success.

"Is it loud?" Fang Chi went over and roared in his ear.

"Going deaf!" Sun Wenqu also leaned closer to his ear and shouted.

Fang Chi smiled, stood behind Sun Wenqu, and covered his ears with his hands.

This hanging whip is quite long, and it was picked by my father. It is long and loud. Fang Chi likes this kind of atmosphere, and doesn't care about the sound. If it were a child, he must have jumped into the middle of the firecrackers by now.

Although he can't jump around now, he can still easily accept the sound of firecrackers. When covering Sun Wenqu's ears, he even took time to look at the small tattoo behind his ear.

It's a small black anchor, no more than the size of a small fingernail.

It's a very common and common tattoo, but because of the geographical location, it looks a bit subtle.

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu's fair skin under this tattoo, and inexplicably remembered the breath that Sun Wenqu swept past his ears in the dream at noon.

He quickly turned his eyes away, and stared at the boy's tail instead.

After setting off the firecrackers, the family laughed and shouted and entered the house to start eating the New Year's Eve dinner.

The second uncle opened several bottles of wine on the table with a wave of his hand, and poured them one by one. Sun Wenqu quickly took his glass: "I drink local wine."

"You are really strange. If you don't drink good wine, you want to drink rural wine." The second uncle said with a smile, "then Fang Chi pours it for him, local wine."

"Local wine is delicious," said grandpa happily, "I'm used to drinking it, and I can't live without it."

"It's quite delicious." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"I'll bring you a pot later, and you put it in the room." Grandpa patted Sun Wenqu on the shoulder, "Drink a small cup before going to bed, so you can sleep soundly!"

"Don't lead me to the drunkard," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "He still has a small cup every day..."

"Hey Xiao Chi, you won't read it now." The second uncle also poured a glass of wine for Fang Chi, "Your friend is not a small glass, I guess you are no match for him when you drink it."

"That's impossible." Fang Chi disagreed with the second uncle's judgment. He had the impression that Sun Wenqu had a headache or a stomachache after drinking, and he either had to carry it or fall asleep.

"So you don't understand," the second uncle shook his head, then looked at Sun Wenqu again, "Little brother, are you right about what I said?"

"I really can't." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Humble, you can usually drink something like this," said the second uncle, "a good dog doesn't bark..."

"You're twitching without drinking!" Second Aunt slapped him on the back, and everyone in the room laughed.

The second uncle always drank and had many drinking friends. It stands to reason that he should have experience in watching people drink, but Fang Chi felt that he might have missed Sun Wenqu this time.

Or is your own judgment inaccurate?

Who missed it?

Fang Chi thought about it while eating the food. Anyway, he basically didn't make a sound while eating, just listened, and now he just slapped his chopsticks and said "hehe" and then glanced at Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu drinks very slowly, I don’t know if he drank too much at noon or something, he is not in a hurry, he is like running, and he eats food very slowly, but he usually eats food slowly, and it is still small, and the amount of food for a meal is estimated It's about the same as Mr. Huang.

"Where's Mr. Huang?" Fang Chi suddenly thought of Mr. Huang, and felt a little worried on Sun Wenqu's stomach, "Don't be overwhelmed."

"Put it back in the house." Sun Wenqu squeezed the hand he extended, "The cannons are not so loud now, and I will hold it at twelve o'clock."

"Yeah." Fang Chi responded, withdrew his hand, and started to eat.

Sun Wenqu's casual action almost made his throat stuck by a bone, so he quickly took another sip of wine from the glass.

"Oh, you're so heroic," Sun Wenqu was still drinking slowly, "You can just drink from the bottle."

"Eat yours." Fang Chi glanced at him.

This was probably Fang Chi's most absent-minded New Year's Eve dinner.

In other words, since the embarrassing and conspicuous dream he had in front of the protagonist at noon, he has always felt a little unexplainable. Every time he sees Sun Wenqu, he will think of those sounds, images and feelings.

Although it's not a big deal, it always makes him stunned.

He almost didn't hear what everyone was talking about at the dinner table. Anyway, he just ate wine and vegetables. He knew that everyone was very lively, and he also knew that Fang Hui was giving a speech again, but he was booed by Hu Ying and almost quarreled.

Occasionally, when I regained my focus, I found that my eyes stopped on Sun Wenqu's hand.

The New Year's Eve dinner at home is very long, eating vegetables, drinking wine, chatting, cursing at the Spring Festival Gala, and it's past eleven o'clock without feeling anything.

"Fang Chi, let's go make dumplings." My mother looked at him and said.

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, stood up and walked towards the kitchen, almost kicking the wine bottle next to him within two steps.

"This is drunk." Fang Yun shouted with a smile.

"Really?" Fang Chi was a little skeptical, feeling that he didn't drink much.

"Drunk, Xiaochi and I almost finished this bottle." The second uncle took an empty bottle and tapped it, "Don't put the dumplings in the stove, remember to put them in the pot."

"Let me go." Grandma was a little worried and wanted to stand up.

"I'm going to help," Sun Wenqu stood up and said with a smile, "I'll take a breath by the way, and I'm also drunk."

"You're early!" Second Uncle pointed at him, "Your eyes are still bright."

Sun Wenqu followed Fang Chi into the kitchen. A large pot of water was already burning on the stove, and Fang Chi was bending over to look at the fire in the stove.

"Do you want me to help?" Sun Wenqu asked, and couldn't help but slapped his ass.

"No, you don't know how to make earthen stoves." Fang Chi returned his hand and touched his buttocks. After ten seconds, he suddenly straightened up and turned his face away. "Why do you owe your hands so much?"

"It's so good, I won't be obsessive-compulsive if I don't take a picture." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Do you think," Fang Chi leaned closer to him, "I dare not touch you?"

"To be honest," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "I really thought so."

"You're wrong," Fang Chi smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to go around behind him and patted his buttocks, quite vigorously, "It's quite elastic."

"Hey, have you been to the city?" Sun Wenqu was startled.

"Wine is strong and cowardly," Fang Chi stood back in front of the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and sighed, "I feel like I didn't drink much, I'm so dizzy..."

"You drank a lot, good wine and coffee, cup after cup." Sun Wenqu leaned against the wall.

"Really?" Fang Chi looked back at him, and picked up the dumplings in some confusion.

"Well," Sun Wenqu stood beside him and helped him put dumplings into the pot, "what are you thinking about all night."

"Do I look like I'm thinking?" Fang Chi asked.

"It's not like, you have never been in this state of thinking," Sun Wenqu said, "I feel like you are wandering in the sky."

"...Ah," Fang Chi thought for a while, "I probably went to India."

Sun Wenqu laughed for a moment, leaning against the wall and laughing for a long time: "Hey, drink more, it's fun when you drink too much."

"You drink a lot too, are you okay?" Fang Chi supported the stove and looked back at him.

"I've said that as long as I don't drink, I'll be fine," Sun Wenqu said, "but I'm a little dizzy now, so I'll go out and wake up."

"Don't twist your feet." Fang Chi whistled again after speaking.

The kid who had been waiting in the room for everyone to take turns to feed them came out and ran into the kitchen. Fang Chi pointed at Sun Wenqu: "Follow him, kid. If he twists his foot, call me."

Sun Wenqu didn't go anywhere, so he went back to the house, put on his coat and wandered around the yard.

The kid kept wagging his tail and followed him.

After turning around a few times, Fang Chi poked his head out from the kitchen and shouted to the living room: "Here, serve the dumplings—"

The word jiaozi was broken, and Sun Wenqu just wanted to laugh when he heard it.

The kid was in a different state after drinking a little wine, and was stunned.

As soon as Fang Chi finished yelling these words, the neighbor's firecrackers went off, and Hu Ying ran into the kitchen covering her ears while laughing and jumping to serve dumplings.

The firecrackers in the neighbor's house were all hung on the courtyard wall. Sun Wenqu covered his ears and stared at the golden flowers exploding in the dark night, fascinated, when his hand was suddenly pulled away.

"Boss Huang is going to pee in fright!" Fang Chi yelled in his ear.

"Oh, I forgot!" Sun Wenqu quickly turned around and ran into the house.

After eating all night, there is actually not much room in the stomach. Everyone ate something casually, which was considered appropriate, and started preparing to set off firecrackers.

Fang Chi was still dizzy, and his feet were not stable, so he leaned against the door and watched others busy at work. Sun Wenqu, who was as lazy as a snake's egg, was still holding Mr. Huang with one hand and pinching his ears with the other, standing on the edge of the courtyard wall, his face with a smile on his face.

The sound of firecrackers in the surrounding area became more and more dense. From the left to the right, the front to the back slowly merged into a whole group. Standing there, people could feel the vibration from the inside to the outside.

Fang Chi went over and pressed Sun Wenqu's ear.

Sun Wenqu's ears were cold, he thought for a while and covered his ears with the palm of his hand.

There are a lot of firecrackers and fireworks at home, but because there are no children who are too young, everyone went back to the house after a while, and continued to eat, drink and chat.

The second uncle couldn't get enough of the drink, so he pulled Fang Chi over for two more drinks: "You are better than your brother-in-law."

Fang Yun's husband had already drank so much that his eyes were staring against the wall. Fang Chi put down his glass and grabbed the second uncle's hand, and said very sincerely: "Second uncle, I can't drink like him. I have to review tomorrow."

"Let you go!" The second uncle patted him on the shoulder, "Study hard and improve every day!"

"I'm sleepy," Hu Ying nestled on the sofa, "I want to sleep."

"Xiaoying will sleep at my house, and Fangchi's room," the mother arranged, "Second uncle, you gentlemen, don't you think you are going to sleep?"

"I don't want to sleep anymore. If I want to sleep, I can make do with it somewhere on the sofa," said the second uncle, and waved his hand at the aunt again, "Go to my house and sleep, and squeeze with your sister-in-law."

"That's fine, let's do it." Mom clapped her hands.

"Where do you sleep?" Sun Wenqu asked Fang Chi.

"Sleep, why don't you sleep," Fang Chi said, "Don't tell me, I'll chat with you at night at thirty."

"Just in your state?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Look down on me," Fang Chi turned around and walked into the yard, "Wait a minute."

Sun Wenqu watched him kick a stool and hit the door frame before walking out, laughing for a long time.

Fang Chi went to wash his face, probably with cold water, and when he entered the room, he was still air-conditioned.

"How is it?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, raised his hand to touch his face, it was really cold.

"...It's useless, I'm so cold that I'm shaking from the alcohol," Fang Chi rubbed his nose, "Forget it, let's go, go upstairs."

Sun Wenqu smiled and went upstairs with him. As soon as he entered the room, Mr. Huang jumped off Sun Wenqu's arms, jumped onto the bed and got under the quilt directly.

"Hey," Fang Chi stood by the bed, patted the quilt a few times with his hands, "give me some space, I'll lie down for a while..."

"When will your family give New Year's money?" Sun Wenqu took off his coat, took Mr. Huang out of the quilt and put it next to the pillow, and pulled a small blanket to cover him.

"Tomorrow, get up early in the morning to kowtow to grandparents and count the money." Fang Chi turned and sat by the bed.

"Oh, then you can wish me a New Year now." Sun Wenqu stood in front of him.

"Happy New Year," Fang Chi looked up at him, "Happy New Year."

"No, do it again." Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"Damn," Fang Chi also smiled, "Happy New Year, Dad?"

"Good boy, happy Chinese New Year," Sun Wenqu opened the side drawer, took out a red envelope, and handed it to him, "Good luck."

Fang Chi was stunned, took the red envelope and opened it. Inside was a wad of money and a folded piece of paper.

When it was opened, it was a very small painting, about the size of half a palm, but it was not a Q version, but a sketch of his side face.

"As for me, every time I want to give someone a small gift with a heart, I can't come up with any ideas." Sun Wenqu leaned against the table and said in a low voice, "It's nothing more than writing a few words. Draw something..."

"It's wrong for you to give me this," Fang Chi said, "You should draw one and give it to me."

"That's right," Sun Wenqu looked at him, twitching the corners of his lips, "Okay, what do you want?"

"Anything is fine," Fang Chi fell back on the bed, holding up the small painting and looking at it, "You are really... good."