flying dog

At this moment, the sound of firecrackers around is still in the stage of excitement. Fortunately, the neighbors have finished setting off the firecrackers, and the doors and windows are closed in the room, and the sound is much quieter.

The ears that had been shaken for a long time suddenly quieted down, feeling a little empty.

But you can still smell the smell of burning cigarettes seeping in from the cracks, with the unique atmosphere of Chinese New Year.

The less deafening sound of firecrackers intertwined with this atmosphere, making it seem that this small space is very quiet.

Fang Chi probably drank too much, lying on the bed holding up the small painting and looking at it, not sure if his arms were sore.

It should not be sore, after all, I practice rock climbing, and my arms and hands are strong enough.

Sun Wenqu sat down at the table, took a piece of cardboard, turned on the desk lamp and bowed his head to start drawing.

He still thought about drawing Fang Chi for a long time, Fang Chi asked him to draw himself, he didn't know what to do, he took a small mirror from the drawer and put it on the table to look at.

So handsome.

Why are you so handsome.

Fang Chi didn't understand this kind of thing, and it didn't take long for Sun Wenqu to draw a picture of himself, which was barely enough to see, and there was nothing wrong with a layman like Meng Fangchi.

He wrote his name and date in the lower right corner of the painting, then got up and went to the bed and handed it to Fang Chi: "Here."

"So... so fast?" Fang Chi was still holding up the painting and looking at it, and after taking it, he held up the two pictures together and looked at them together, speaking a little awkwardly, "You are more handsome when you draw yourself than...you draw me."

"It has nothing to do with who I draw," Sun Wenqu lay down on the bed, side by side with him, and pointed at the painting, "I'm more handsome than you."

"Oh," Fang Chi responded, put the two paintings back into the red envelopes and stuffed them into his pockets, then turned his head to look at him, his eyes were out of focus, "How big a red envelope did you wrap for me? "

"I'll count it myself," Sun Wenqu said.

"Then let's count tomorrow. I can't count right now." Fang Chi squinted his eyes, "Look at me, am I right? I see things a little... Double image."

"You still don't admit that you drank too much?" Sun Wenqu stared into his eyes for a while, "It's not right."

"I admit it," Fang Chi chuckled twice, "I'm dizzy now, and I can fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes."

This kind of situation is quite rare at the moment. Sun Wenqu was still looking at Fang Chi, but Fang Chi did not avoid his gaze. will appear.

"Let me tell you," Sun Wenqu rested his arms on the pillow, "the first time I saw you, I thought this little liar's eyes were pretty good and deep, but it's a pity that he's a liar."

"Really," Fang Chi laughed, "My grandfather said that our whole family... only my eyes are like my grandfather."

"Then you are quite picky, but you can tell that your mother has a nose." Sun Wenqu said.

"My son is like a mother." Fang Chi turned over and lay on his side facing him, "You are also like your mother. Your mother should be very beautiful."

"My mother," Sun Wenqu twitched the corners of his mouth, "Well, she's pretty."

"Why are you so breathless?" Fang Chi reached out and touched the small bones protruding from his neckline, "Hey, I dared to ask after drinking too much. Do you have a bad relationship with your family..."

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "it's not very good...it's very bad."

"Why?" Fang Chi's voice was nasal, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"My dad thinks I'm worthless." Sun Wenqu said.

"Can't you? What do you want to be successful?" Fang Chi blinked his eyes in a daze, "You can write well, draw well, you can play the erhu, and you can do pottery... Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting ...you can play chess, right?"

"Know how to play Go." Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"The piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, Tao, you are good in everything, are you still promising?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "I will be happy to have such a son."

"You have a good idea." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"...That's right." Although Fang Chi was so sleepy that his eyelids kept fighting, he could still see his eyes dimming suddenly, "That's right."

Sun Wenqu frowned, and tickled his chin with his fingers: "Hey, I mean, it's a good idea for you to have a son like me."

"What kind of son I want to be beautiful." Fang Chi sighed softly.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, his fingers were still hooked gently on his chin.

Fang Chi half-closed his eyes as if falling asleep, but opened them a little later: "Why didn't you write Tian Fu Tian Ding later? That couplet."

"You're like this with just a word," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "If you really write it, you won't be able to cry."

"That's what you said," Fang Chi closed his eyes and smiled, "I haven't cried since I was in elementary school."

Sun Wenqu looked at him and said nothing.

Fang Chi didn't move, and when Sun Wenqu thought he was asleep, his eyes opened again: "Hey."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu responded, "Go to sleep if you're tired."

"Does your family know about you?" Fang Chi asked.

"What's the matter?" Sun Wenqu put his hands behind his back and scratched Mr. Huang's fur.

"It's just that you... like men...." Fang Chi said it with some difficulty.

"I know." Sun Wenqu said.

"What's their reaction?" Fang Chi closed his eyes again, "Oh, I fainted."

Sun Wenqu paused before saying, "No response."

Fang Chi smiled, turned over and lay flat.

Sun Wenqu didn't move, and kept looking at Fang Chi's profile.

Fang Chi's side profile is beautiful, clear and unobtrusive, with perfect outlines of eyes, nose bridge, mouth, and chin.

After staying silent for a while, Sun Wenqu guessed that he had fallen asleep, and wanted to get up and cover him with the quilt. Just as he sat up, Fang Chi muttered.

"Huh?" Sun asked Qu and turned to look at him.

Fang Chi opened his eyes, looked at him but did not speak.

"What did you say?" Sun asked Qu and moved closer to him.

"I said you looked really good when you were pottery," Fang Chi said.

"Oh." Sun Wenqu responded.

The silence in the eye contact that followed was vaguely familiar.

Sun Wenqu still remembers.

After this silence last time, he was punched, and the bruise around his eye took days to heal.

But this time it was a little different, Fang Chi's gaze, perhaps because he was so cowardly, he didn't habitually avoid it.

"You..." Sun Wenqu cleared his throat. Although he had some thoughts at this moment, these thoughts were not suitable for Fang Chi who was struggling and still drunk.

Just as Fang Chi was about to sleep soundly, Fang Chi suddenly raised his arm and hugged him on the shoulder.

This movement was a bit sudden, especially Fang Chi's strength was so strong that he hooked his shoulders to his side, and Sun Wenqu, who was sitting sideways without support, was directly pulled down on the bed by him.

Mr. Huang jumped out of the blanket and rushed to the table.

Sun Wenqu was a little surprised, and couldn't find anything to say or a suitable reaction for a while.

Fang Chi didn't give him any time or opportunity. When he fell on the bed, he had already turned over and straddled him, pressing him up.

Then she lowered her head and kissed him on the mouth.

Fang Chi's kiss was simple and clear, without extra steps. As soon as the lips were pressed tightly, the tip of the tongue pushed in from between the teeth.

Domineering enough.

This was Sun Wenqu's first reaction.

To be honest, no matter what reason Fang Chi made such a move, Sun Wenqu did not intend to refuse under such circumstances.

Li Bowen is right, it has been three years.

He met Fang Chi's tongue, and tentatively entangled him for a while.

It's just that Fang Chi's response was much more intense than he had imagined, which made him a little overwhelmed.

Before the fight between lips and teeth was smoothed out, Fang Chi's hand suddenly got into his clothes.

Fang Chi's palm was a little rough, and when it touched his skin, it seemed to carry a clear electric current, which made Sun Wenqu's breath tighten suddenly, and he raised his hand to go around Fang Chi's back and pulled his clothes off. He touched a few times on his back fiercely.

Fang Chi seemed to have paused, and after rubbing his waist twice, his lips followed the corner of his mouth to the side of his neck, and finally buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder.

Sun Wenqu suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if the alcohol that hadn't fully flared up suddenly broke out, burning in his body so much that he wanted to vent to Fang Chi fiercely.

But Fang Chi's movements slowly stopped.

Sun Wenqu touched him twice, and when he was thinking about what was wrong with him, Fang Chi whispered something vaguely in his ear.

"What?" Sun asked him.

Fang Chi lost his voice.

"Hello?" Sun Wenqu felt that the fire he had just started ran out of firewood, and turned his head to look at Fang Chi, but heard his low snoring.

"Aren't you?" Sun Wenqu's fire went out instantly, and he pushed Fang Chi, "You're really good, Fang Xiaochi!"

Fang Chi snorted, but did not wake up.

"Fuck me?" Sun Wenqu spread his arms on the bed, a little bit dumbfounded, "Your uncle..."

Fang Chi really drank too much.

He fell asleep lying on top of him, and it was quite firm. Sun Wenqu couldn't lift him off twice.

"You are so heavy," Sun Wenqu sighed, "You crushed your father to death."

Sun Wenqu also drank a lot, the fire was turned on and then forcibly extinguished, and now he had no energy, and felt his whole body was limp and sleepy.

After laying down and accumulating strength for 2 minutes, he pulled Fang Chi's arm and pushed twice again. Fang Chi frowned reluctantly, turned over, and got off him.

Sun Wenqu sat up, grabbed the quilt and threw it on him, not knowing what to do next.

After staring at Fang Chi for a while, he reached under the quilt and touched him twice, finally sighed, took the pillow, pulled half of the quilt over his body, and closed his eyes.

What the hell is this called...

It's easy to feel cold after drinking, Fang Chi felt like he was running in the snow, the wind was blowing, and he struggled to move forward against the wind and snow.

After struggling for a scene for so long, he finally found a fireplace, which was very warm and soft, so he rushed over and hugged him tightly.

Comfortable.

Finally fell asleep comfortably.

I didn't sleep well that night. The sound of firecrackers for the New Year's Eve sounded from time to time. Fang Chi felt that he was waking up and sleeping all night, but he didn't seem to be fully awake.

His only thought was that he was so sleepy, so cold, hugging the fireplace tightly.

When I was finally woken up by the firecrackers from the neighbor's house, the sky was completely bright, and golden sunlight had penetrated through the cracks in the curtains.

He yawned reluctantly, and stared at the stretch of neck in front of him for a long time.

Finally, seeing the little black anchor, he suddenly became fully awake.

He hugged Sun Wenqu tightly and slept all night.

In his confusion, he vaguely felt that there should be something else going on before.

what is...

Yes……

Fang Chi got up lightly, covered him with the quilt lightly, then put on his coat lightly, opened the door lightly and went out. After closing the door, Sun Wenqu turned over and moved a little. Arms hooped all night.

He didn't know what Fang Chi looked like when he was sleeping, but he had a deep understanding this night, he was brutal and domineering, he would not let go when he hugged him, just like catching a thief, the police would not relax until they came.

It's a pity that the police didn't come all night.

Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, took off the clothes and pants he was still wearing and threw them on the ground, wrapped his face in the pillow and closed his eyes.

"How much lucky money did you take?" Hu Ying stopped Fang Chi in the yard and asked with a smile.

"I'll take as much as you want," Fang Chi smiled, took out a red envelope from his pocket, and pulled out a one-hundred-dollar one. "You give me a New Year's greeting and I'll give it to you too."

"Brother Xiao Chi, happy new year." Hu Ying immediately said with a smile.

"Good boy." Fang Chi put the money in her hand.

"Hello, Brother Xiaohui is so stingy," Hu Ying said as she glanced at the red envelope in his hand, her eyes widened. Yes? So many!"

"Huh?" Fang Chi glanced down, and suddenly came to his senses when he saw the wad of money in the red envelope. This was the red envelope Sun Wenqu gave yesterday.

The thickness is more than two thousand, and his family did not give such a big red envelope. He quickly stuffed the red envelope back into his pocket: "This is...all my red envelopes are put together."

"It's fun," Hu Ying smiled, and looked upstairs again, "Brother Sun is still up?"

"I don't know...No way," Fang Chi also glanced upstairs, the curtains were still drawn, "He also drank a lot yesterday, so he is probably still asleep."

"Oh..." Hu Ying put her arm around him, "How old is Brother Sun?"

"Should be...almost 30," Fang Chi said, "Why?"

"Ah? That's an uncle," Hu Ying smiled after thinking about it, "I think he's so handsome."

Fang Chi clicked his tongue: "What have you been thinking about all day?"

"Think about handsome guy," Hu Ying let go of his arm and ran into the kitchen with a smile, "Grandpa, I want to eat something!"

It's very handsome.

Fang Chi rubbed his nose and whistled. The kid ran over from the backyard through the living room, and he yelled into the kitchen: "Grandpa, I'm going out for a walk."

"Go, go, come back for lunch," Grandpa said in the kitchen, "Your favorite big meat dumplings are all meat."

"En." Fang Chi responded, and ran out of the yard with the boy.

The road in the village is full of red firecracker crumbs, which look bright and festive against the snow below. A group of children ran on the road laughing and screaming, stopping from time to time to light two firecrackers.

Fang Chi pulled down his hat, put on his headphones, turned up the music, and ran out of the village along the road.

The back mountain is very quiet. No one in the village will go up the mountain this time around, and there is no Dama hiking group. Fang Chi is the only person on the whole mountain and the trails down the mountain.

And a romping dog.

Fang Chi likes this kind of feeling very much, alone, familiar scenery, familiar air, will not be disturbed, and will not think too much about messy things.

Only run, stride, stride out, run forward.

There is music in my ears, and my own breathing.

Running forward, you can feel the cold wind on your face and neck, which wakes you up and calms you down.

It didn't take long for Fang Chi to run into the mountains along the road. The mountain road was uneven, but the mud was more elastic, making it very comfortable to run.

He is very familiar with this mountain. When he was a child, his grandfather would take him up the mountain, chop firewood, and pick mushrooms. In summer, he would go to the farthest and least crowded pool to soak, swim, and shoot down from high rocks.

The foundation of his rock climbing practice was almost laid at that time.

He kept running into the mountains, and climbed up when there was no way.

He loved listening to his own breathing, feeling the sweat slide down the back of his face.

Really wild.

After I went to the county seat, I couldn't get used to it. I always wanted to run home, but I finally got used to it and went to the city to study high school.

It feels farther and farther away from home.

If I really go to a university in other places in the future, it will be farther away from home, and it may be a thousand miles away to go home once.

Isn't it difficult to see Sun Wenqu once?

...Where did this all go.

Every time Fang Chi goes for a run in the mountains, he won't come out for a few hours, but today is the first day of the new year, he can't stay for too long, and he has to go back to eat big meat dumplings at noon.

Within two hours, he ran out again.

It's also very comfortable, even running and crawling sweating, the whole body feels relaxed.

When he led the boy to the intersection of the mountain, the boy suddenly yelled a few times at the front, and then Sa Yazi ran over.

Fang Chi followed and looked forward, and there was a person standing in front of him.

It was Sun Wenqu.

"Why are you running here!" Fang Chi paused, and as soon as the wind blew, he quickly ran a few steps to Sun Wenqu, and pulled off the earphones.

"I'll wait for you." Sun Wenqu was wrapped quite thickly, with his hat, scarf, gloves and mask on, but he still shrank his neck in the wind.

"What are you waiting for me?" Fang Chi stared at him, Sun Wenqu's ears and eyes were red from the cold, he frowned, "How long have you been here?"

"Half an hour." Sun asked him to sniff.

"What do you need from me?" Fang Chi was surprised, "Then you call me."

"Where is your phone?" Sun asked him.

"In your pocket..." Fang Chi fumbled in his pocket, but didn't touch it, "I didn't bring it? Where did I put it?"

"Ask me?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "How would I know, why don't I check it out for you."

"Maybe it was thrown in the living room." Fang Chi scratched his head, and stood on the windward side, trying to help Sun Wenqu get out of the way, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu saw what he meant, and moved in front of him, trying to make himself overlap with him as completely as possible, "I just wanted to see."

"Look at what?" Fang Chi asked.

"See if something happened to you." When Sun Wenqu said this, his voice was much lower, as if he didn't want him to hear it.

"I can...what can happen." Fang Chi was a little embarrassed.

"Who knows, twist your foot, fall on a big horse, slip your ass, let the wolf take it away," Sun Wenqu said, "Who knows."

Fang Chi made him laugh a lot, and then returned to embarrassment after laughing for a while, clearing his throat: "I'm fine."

"Return?" Sun Wenqu pulled the scarf, "I want to eat dumplings."

"Well, go back." Fang Chi glanced at him, turned and walked back.

Sun Wenqu's attire today is not mixed, a black down jacket, slim slacks with a pair of boots, a hat and scarf, all in gray with dark patterns, and the mask is not worn that day, just ordinary The black mask looks very comfortable.

Especially relieved.

Sun Wenqu often gives people this feeling.

Fang Chi thought about it and glanced back. Sun Wenqu was walking behind him with his head bowed and upright.

"Can it block the wind?" Fang Chi asked.

"No," Sun Wenqu said, covering his mask, "If you have the shape of your second uncle, I think it will be able to block it a bit."

"Then you still go like this?" Fang Chi said.

"Let's make do with it, my ears hurt." Sun Wenqu sighed.

"Then..." Fang Chi hesitated, took off the earphones around his neck, turned around and put them on his ears, "Is this okay?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Why are you silent?"

"It's off, do you want to listen?" Fang Chi took out the phone.

"No, I don't listen to those little songs of yours." Sun Wenqu said.

"It's not all the little broken songs," Fang Chi smiled, "and the little broken tunes you played."

"Does it sound good?" Sun Wenqu pulled off his mask and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"It sounds good." Fang Chi looked at him, suddenly dazed for a moment.

"I'll play another episode for you tonight." Sun Wenqu said.

"You brought the erhu?" Fang Chi was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Sun asked him and nodded.

"Then...if it's late for dinner..." Fang Chi stammered, "Well, if it's late...then what, do you have to...it will delay your rest..."

"Are you listening?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

"Listen." Fang Chi said.