flying dog

Sun Wenqu was sitting on the chair, and Xiaoji looked around him in circles: "Have you not taken care of your hair for a year? Haven't you taken care of it? You look a bit like a mushroom now."

Before Sun Wenqu could speak, he waved to his assistant again: "Amy, help me bring that bag here."

"Three years." Sun Wenqu said.

The hair stylist is not called TonyKevinAndyPeter... The assistant still picked one from LucySelinaAmyHellen.

The appearance of this little jerk does not match his name, he looks very sunny, with a mustache, his hair has been shaved in circles, and a small braid is tied on the top of his head, his hair is dyed blue, his eyebrows and There are shiny metal studs on the earbones.

"Brother Sun," Xiaoji turned to him again, bent over and stared at him for a long time, "Your face shape is pretty good, and you look quite foreign, do you want to dye it and try a more fashionable look?"

Sun Wenqu looked at the blue sky cannon above his head, and was silent for a while before speaking: "No."

Xiaoji was a little disappointed with this short answer, but it didn't affect his service quality. After confirming that Sun Wenqu only needed to cut his hair short, and his style only needed to be separated from Mr. Wang at the entrance of the village, he started working seriously.

"Although the handsome guy who dares to show his forehead is the real handsome guy, it's okay for you to show your forehead," Xiaoji introduced his design ideas to him while cutting, "but your face shape will look better with a little bangs..."

"Are you talking to me?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Yes." Xiaoji said.

"You don't need to tell me, you can just cut it." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh," Xiaoji nodded, "But bangs can't grow..."

Sun Wenqu looked at him, and he glanced at the assistant next to him: "I'm talking to Amy now."

"Well, I'm not energetic after a long time." Amy answered weakly from the side.

Xiaoji's styling service is very valuable, and it took more than three hours of talking and tossing to finish it. Sun Wenqu dozed off a few times in the middle and almost fell on his scissors.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Xiaoji asked.

Sun Wenqu looked at the mirror and nodded. Although this man talked a lot, his craftsmanship was really good. The self in the mirror changed instantly, from a village to a fashionable metropolis.

"Brother Sun, brighter colors are suitable for you," Xiaoji said while packing his things, "Don't always wear black, you can try colorful clothes with your skin."

Inexplicably, Sun Wenqu's mind appeared in his mind wearing a pink shirt and leggings, and he coughed: "Oh."

After packing up his things, Xiaoji stared at him and turned around twice. After going out, he grabbed the door frame and added, "Remember to call me when your hair grows, and I'll fix it for you." Then he went downstairs.

Sun Wenqu was a little sleepy, but he didn't have time to sleep for a while. Li Bowen called half an hour later: "I'm at your door, I'll go in and wait for you..."

"I'm going out now." Sun Wenqu stood up and went into the bedroom. He didn't want Li Bowen to enter his room now.

Your skin can try colorful clothes.

Sun Wenqu thought about Xiaoji's words, looked at the black and gray clothes in the closet, clicked his tongue, pulled a black coat casually, put it on, and went out the door.

I haven't seen him for three years. Li Bowen has gained a lot of weight. He has changed from a sweater needle to a chopstick, and nothing else has changed much.

Seeing him, he yelled exaggeratedly and ran over to give him a firm hug. Sun Wenqu pushed him several times before breaking free. According to Li Bowen's posture, if he didn't push him away, he should have kissed him.

"Look, I've lost so much weight," Li Bowen took a step back and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Eat more tonic at night!"

"Get in the car." Sun Wenqu went over and opened the passenger door, and then froze.

There was a girl sitting in the co-pilot, smiling at him awkwardly.

"This is my girlfriend, Zhao He," Li Bowen came over and introduced, "This is my best buddy I told you, Sun Wenqu."

"Brother Sun." Zhao He called him.

"Hello." Sun Wenqu greeted her, opened the back door and got in the car.

This Zhao He looks average, but looks very quiet, it is Li Bowen's favorite style, Xiaojiabiyu type, I guess the few clothes in my closet belong to her.

It's just that when he thinks of the misery of using those toiletries that don't match her appearance, he feels a little bit inexplicable.

I didn't bother to talk all the way.

However, the unhappiness was dispersed after arriving at the hotel. He and Li Bowen were the last to arrive. There were already a dozen people in the box, and they shouted as soon as they opened the door.

Sun Wenqu found the inexplicable sense of security mixed with boredom and irritability that he had not seen for a long time at the moment when these voices rushed to his face.

Although he mentioned this feeling to Ma Liang before, Ma Liang attributed it to his lack of motivation.

If you don't think about it, don't think about it.

He doesn't know how to make progress. His family, the elders and friends around him, in everyone's concept, his progress is to follow his father to be pottery.

Because Dad is a master, and the master's son happens to have a comprehension ability beyond ordinary people in this area, so he should make progress in this direction.

Sun Wenqu couldn't remember exactly when he hated being pottery. It was very early... Maybe it started when he made the pot when he was ten years old that made everyone think he was born for pottery.

The relationship with my father seems to have become less good since then.

Thinking of this, he felt a little uncontrollable irritability, especially when he just sat down, Luo Peng leaned against him, put his arm around his shoulder, and held the phone in front of his eyes with the other hand: "Qi Qu, look at this set……"

"Get out." Sun Wenqu got a little angry when he saw the purple clay teapot on the screen of the mobile phone, and pushed Luo Peng away.

"Are you an idiot?" Li Bowen came over and took a look at Luo Peng's phone and scolded, "You don't know he's bothered by this, and you just let him see it as soon as you came back. Let's get some water!"

Luo Peng sighed, and clicked his tongue a few more times: "Qiqu, your bad temper hasn't changed at all."

"You don't have any eyesight, you are always the same." Someone answered with a smile.

"Damn." Luo Peng sighed again.

"I'll show you what it means to have eyesight." Li Bowen patted him on the shoulder, walked around the box and asked, "Where are things?"

"Here!" Someone handed him a long, large wooden box.

Li Bowen took it and put the box on the chair beside Sun Wenqu: "This is for you."

"What?" Sun Wenqu flicked his finger on the box and looked at it. The dark brown wooden box was carved with flowers, and the carving was very good.

"You don't recognize this?" Li Bowen smiled.

Sun Wenqu also smiled: "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, I just mentioned that my dad found it, but I don't know where to get it." Li Bowen sat next to him and stretched, "You are the real son... really I envy you."

"Go and try to be my father's own son for a few days before you become envious." Sun Wenqu said in a muffled voice.

"You don't understand," Li Bowen tugged at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at him, "You don't understand this feeling."

"I don't understand much," Sun Wenqu said. It's not common for Li Bowen to look like this, but he didn't bother to study it. "Then I have to go and see my own father. Is your father at home these two days?"

"At home, even if you are not at home, he will come home and wait for you if you call." Li Bowen raised his head and looked at the light on the top of the box.

Li Bowen's father was a child of his father, so Li Bowen was a child of him. The relationship between the two families has been very good for decades.

With this relationship, even if Sun Wenqu was sometimes upset with Li Bowen, he would still maintain a similar appearance on his face.He likes Uncle Li quite a bit. Uncle Li is not as caring as his father. He is usually very kind to children, especially to him, so he always likes to chat with Uncle Li.

When all the people arrived, the waiter began to serve the food in the box. The dish Li Bowen picked was quite to his taste, and even a few dishes were his usual favorites.

Sun Wenqu patted Li Bowen: "I have a heart."

"Hurry up and eat a few bites of food," Li Bowen said, "You will suffer later."

Sun Wenqu smiled, he knew what Li Bowen meant.

Sure enough, before taking a few sips, this group of people came over with wine glasses: "I haven't seen you in three years, so let's have a good drink!"

Sun Wenqu's alcohol capacity is average, and he usually drinks red wine, but today's glasses are all white, and he feels his stomach burns as soon as he pours it down.

Fortunately, all these people were counted, and Sun Wenqu was able to overturn the table on the spot when he knew that he was really in a hurry. After a round, they all went back to the table and sat down to chat while eating.

"Ask him, after a while, go to digest food and sober up." Someone said on the other side.

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu was stunned. According to the previous habit, after eating, he would continue to drink in another place, or play cards, usually in Li Bowen's bar. Can these things help sober up?

"We're changing the game now," Luo Peng pointed at the people on the table with a wave of his hand, "all of them are people who are about to enter middle age..."

"You're only middle-aged!" Zhang Lin, who was smiling happily beside him, slapped him on the arm, "How can you talk!"

"Just how to talk!" A group of people followed suit.

"If Zhang Lin wants to leave it with me, it will be considered as an unplanned property," Sun Wenqu took a sip of tea, "He's already middle-aged."

"That's right..." Zhang Lin looked at him again after finishing speaking, "What do you mean by off-plan?"

"The flower of our corridor, there are currently three households living in our corridor," Sun Wenqu pinched his fingers, "I, an old man and an old lady, and an old widower... If you go, it will be an uncompleted apartment."

"Sun Wenqu, you bastard, squat on the side!" Zhang Lin pointed at him and cursed with a smile.

It took another long time for Sun Wenqu to understand that this group of people now regard bar KTV as a beast in order to keep fit, and have changed from sensuality to sports, but the gym is too tired, and in order to show that they have something to do with square dancing The essential fashion difference is that they generally go to clubs.

"After a while, there is an outdoor club at the back gate of the park, and we always go there for rock climbing," Li Bowen said.

"Rock climbing?" Sun Wenqu immediately leaned back on the chair when he heard this, "I won't go."

"Come on, you'll know when you go, it's very interesting," Luo Peng said, "I go when I have nothing to do, and sometimes I go out with their outdoor group..."

"I'm not going." Sun Wenqu repeated, rather than hanging a rope to climb the wall after dinner, he would rather drink together in Li Bowen's bar.

However, his resistance had no effect. After eating, a group of people dragged him to the back gate of the park without even opening the car.

This club is very large. This is the headquarters, and it is said that there are several branches. The headquarters is close to the mountains in the park, so there are also outdoor venues for rock climbing. Compared with those who only have indoor equipment, there are more people coming.

Today is not a weekend, and it is night, so the crowd is okay. As soon as you enter the gate of the club, you can see a few people hanging on the side of the mountain, and then go inside to the room. There are seven or eight people hanging up and down, and there are children.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu was a little dizzy. He could go to the gym every day, but he really didn't have much interest in this kind of exercise. "Just hang here for 5 minutes and you can throw up everything you just ate."

"Don't try?" Li Bowen asked him.

"No," Sun Wenqu shook his head firmly, "I'll just take a look."

There were six or seven main participants in this fitness activity. Several girls wanted to play, and they went to change clothes together. Sun Wenqu and the rest who drank a little too much sat and watched.

The coach is a middle-aged uncle with a good figure. He seems to be quite familiar with them, and he probably comes here often.

Sun Wenqu looked at it for a while and thought it was the same, so he got up and walked around.

There are more children in the indoor venue, all wearing formal rock climbing equipment, and a few of them climbed quite neatly on the wall.

Sun Wenqu was standing on the edge of the field, and saw a photo wall beside it, probably showing the club's vigorous outdoor projects, so he walked slowly to the wall and looked at it.

The club has organized many activities, and the photos are quite professional. There are many photos of expeditions, mountain climbing, and river tracing.

He looked at it one by one, guessing that rock climbing is their main project, there are many photos, and there is a professional rock climbing team. Many of the usual coaches are their professional rock climbing members.

They are all in good shape.

Sun Wenqu scanned the photos and stopped on one of them.

This is a back view, hanging on an unknown cliff, the face of the protagonist in the photo is invisible, but the powerful and stretched figure of this person is very eye-catching when climbing up, with long arms and long legs, Sun Wenqu stared at it I watched it for a long time.

"Do you want to become a member?" Li Bowen stood beside him and asked at some point.

"Why?" Sun Wenqu turned to look at him.

"Come and play," Li Bowen smiled, leaning on the wall with his hand, and played on the photo on purpose or not. "If you come to play on weekends, many of these coaches will be there, and they will also train."

"I don't like to play these things." Sun Wenqu said, and walked out of the indoor field.

"Who told you to play this?" Li Bowen said behind him, "It's been three years..."

Sun Wenqu suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. Although he didn't have a mirror, he probably didn't have a good expression on his face.

"I..." Li Bowen glanced at him, "No other meaning."

Sun Wenqu didn't say a word, went back to the outdoor venue, and sat down on the chair next to Luo Peng: "Is there any drink here?"

"Yes," Luo Peng stood up immediately, and went to the next side freezer to get a bottle of iced black tea, "Do you want to drink this?"

"Well, thank you," Sun Wenqu took it and took a sip, "Why don't you climb anymore?"

"Just went up and came down for a round," Luo Peng said, and moved his fingers again, "This thing is too exhausting, why don't you try it? Didn't you always like to exercise before?"

"No," Sun Wenqu still refused categorically, "This is not fitness. If I drink alcohol, I'm afraid I'll hang there if I go up one meter."

Luo Peng laughed for a long time, then patted him: "Do you have any plans for coming back this time?"

"No." Sun Wenqu looked at Zhao He who was shouting that I was dying and couldn't find a place to catch while struggling to climb up. Li Bowen looked up nervously and cheered her up.

"I really envy you," Luo Peng sighed, "You live so comfortably."

Sun asked him and smiled.

Is it?

Spending the night in the mountains is nothing to Fang Chi. It is neither new nor exciting, and of course he is not afraid. Besides, he did not live in a tent this time. The landslide that is usually suitable for camping has not been cleaned up, so he lives in a mountain. The closed farmhouse in the village.

It is not accurate to say that it closed down. Anyway, this farmhouse is located in the mountains and is not well managed. It does not usually do business. A guide like Fang Chi can only contact the boss to live in.

Fang Chi can fall asleep anywhere, but when he went to the toilet in the middle of the night, he was grabbed by an uncle who couldn't sleep at night, and kept chatting until 04:30, and when he finally returned home, he almost entered the wrong door .

When he returned to the city the next day, he didn't go to the club to get the money, so he took a taxi and went home directly to make up for sleepiness.

When I got off the car, I didn't forget to buy a wonderful fresh bag at a pet shop at the intersection. If I didn't return all night, Mr. Huang might get angry and had to be coaxed, otherwise he would not be able to sleep well.

The place he lives in is a house he rented, the rent is cheap, but the environment is not very good, the old community has no gate and no property, the sewer has been blocked and no one is in charge of it, and the water with the smell of ecstasy flows all over the place.

Fang Chi stepped on the bricks thrown into the water by someone who didn't know, twisted through the sewage like plum blossom piles, and jumped to the entrance of the corridor. He was about to take out his keys when he looked up and saw Fang Ying sitting on the battery car in a daze.

"Sister," Fang Chi called her, "Why are you here?"

Fang Ying kept staring at the ground, and he didn't startle her even though he made a big noise when he jumped over. Fang Ying suddenly raised his head when he heard his words, with a confused expression on his face: "Are you back?"

"What are you..." Fang Chi was about to check the time with his mobile phone, when he suddenly saw a bruise in the corner of Fang Ying's eyes, "What's wrong with your face?"

"It's nothing." Fang Ying stood up, "I've been waiting for you here since yesterday... early in the morning."

"How did you do it?" Fang Chi wanted to move over to look at her face again.

Fang Ying quickly dodged: "Go into the room and tell me, is there anything to eat?"

"Let me cook noodles for you." Fang Chi said.

Mr. Huang was still sitting on the cabinet seriously, digging the cat food in the bag all over the floor.

When Fang Chi was cooking the noodles, he took the time to open the can and poured half a bowl into Mr. Huang's bowl. Mr. Huang meowed to express his satisfaction after eating, and then looked up at him.

He took off his hat and threw it on the sofa in the living room. Mr. Huang ran over and got into the hat.

"Do you want to put chili?" Fang Chi asked Fang Ying in the kitchen.

"Huh?" Fang Ying sat on the sofa in a daze.

Fang Chi didn't ask any more, and brought the cooked noodles to her: "Are you okay?"

"No, I'll be back later." Fang Ying lowered his head and ate the noodles.

Fang Chi saw scratches on her hand when she was holding the chopsticks, he frowned: "Did you... go to Sun Wenqu?"

"Ah?" Fang Ying raised his head and glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head and continued to eat noodles, and he answered vaguely but couldn't hear what it was.

"Are you looking for him?" Fang Chi asked again.

Fang Ying frowned, turned around and said nothing.

"Did he hit you?" Fang Chi asked.

Fang Ying paused, but did not make a sound.

"Did you really hit you?" Fang Chi was a little surprised, he didn't expect that scumbag Sun Wenqu would beat a woman, "Stop talking, shall I come back and accompany you?"

"Hey, don't ask." Fang Ying said something, still a little vague, and raised his head after a while, and said a clear sentence, "Xiao Chi..."

"I'll go find him at night." Fang Chi said with a frown.