flying dog

When I got home, my grandfather was already making dumplings, everyone in the family was chatting in the living room, and Hu Ying and Fang Hui were arguing in the yard.

Fang Chi didn't listen carefully to the specific content. Anyway, Fang Hui is like this. He feels that he is quite capable. If he catches anyone who disagrees with him, he has to reason. He is facing each other head-on, you say one and I say two, you say east and I say west, you talk about national affairs and I explain what pair of pants to buy.

The two talked about each other quite passionately, but as soon as Fang Chi entered the yard, Hu Ying kept silent, called Brother Xiao Chi and looked behind him.

"Brother Sun," she smiled and jumped to Sun Wenqu's side, "It's just right, let's eat dumplings."

"Well, I'm hungry." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"We haven't finished yet," Fang Hui said aside, "Women can be unreasonable? Women's liberation is not..."

"I don't want to tell you anymore." Hu Ying turned her head away.

"Women's liberation cannot be done across the board, you say..." Fang Hui said relentlessly.

"Have you both discussed it to such a high level?" Fang Chi was delighted when he heard it.

"Oh, it's so annoying," Hu Ying frowned and said in a low voice, "I don't even know why I got here, it's so pretentious."

"You said..." Fang Hui still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Sun Wenqu.

"What's the reason for talking about New Year's Eve? Are you tired? If you insist on biting people, isn't it obvious that you are thoughtful and knowledgeable? Young man wellgoodluckfindingawomanthatwillreasonwithyou, but with your current state, it's probably useless. Oh, today's dumplings are so big." Sun Wenqu spoke quickly. After speaking, he followed Fang Chi into the kitchen.

Fang Hui opened his mouth and made no sound, probably because he didn't understand. Sun Wenqu spoke too fast, and the Chinese and English words were switched seamlessly.

Fang Chi laughed for a long time in the kitchen: "What are you talking about?"

"What about chanting?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Did you speak Mandarin in the previous paragraph?" Fang Chi felt a little overwhelmed.

"...God, it's a shame that the college entrance examination doesn't take the listening comprehension test," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, and picked up a plate of dumplings, "Is this going to be taken in the house?"

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

During lunch, Fang Hui didn't talk much, and his face was filled with deep pain for the hopeless people in front of him. Fang Chi felt very happy, and ate a dozen more dumplings.

Today's stuffing is chopped by grandma, basically all meat, it is his favorite.

"Grandma, you are biased," Fang Yun said with a smile while eating, "In our family, Xiao Chi likes to eat dumplings that look like big meatballs."

"Who said that, I love it too." Grandma ate a dumpling. "I'll pack a pound of vegetarian one for you at night. Aren't you shouting to lose weight all day long?"

"I hate it," Fang Yun leaned against her, "Do you think I've lost weight?"

"I'm thin, so I need to replenish my meat." Grandma took a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, "Eat it quickly."

After the meal, they cleaned up noisyly, and there was nothing to do until dinner was made at night. The second aunt started to set up two tables to play mahjong. Fang Chi was about to ask Sun Wenqu if he wanted to play mahjong, but he looked around and saw no one else.

"Is Xiao Chi at the table?" Second Uncle asked.

"I... will not send any money today." Fang Chi said with a smile.

Sun Wenqu probably went upstairs, so he turned around and went upstairs as well.

The door of Sun Wenqu's room was open, and he was hesitating whether to have a chat or go straight to his own room, but when he felt that Fang Hui's messy room was waiting for him, he saw Sun Wenqu holding his mobile phone in front of him. Call up.

Then go back to your own room.

Just about to leave, Sun Wenqu waved to him from inside the room: "Come in."

"You're on the phone." Fang Chi scratched his head and entered the room.

"Liangzi," Sun Wenqu said, "it's all right."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, sat down at the table, and took a diamond paper for the third year of high school mathematics winter vacation, intending to write it in a self-comforting way, to see if he could write a diamond.

Sun Wenqu was leaning against the window, and what he heard was talking to Liangzi about the set of pots.

Fang Chi didn't have the nerve to listen carefully, put on the earphones, and had already "peeked" at Sun Wenqu's pottery, so he told Ma Liang that it was business to stop eavesdropping.

However, when Sun Wenqu said serious content without that half-smile expression on his face, it was quite oppressive, that kind of oppressive feeling that would make people directly feel the gap.

"Nowhere to stay?" Sun Wenqu asked after hanging up the phone and unplugging his earphones.

"Well," Fang Chi looked down at the book, "they have a place to stay when they leave in the third year of junior high school."

"Then where do you sleep these two nights?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"I..." Fang Chi's head fell down again, "Squeeze with my grandfather."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, and raised his index finger against his head, "I'm really not afraid of myopia, I lick it so hard."

"Licking is healthier." Fang Chi sat up straight.

"You write." Sun Wenqu turned around and took off his clothes with a wave of his hand.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, and before he could recover, Sun Wenqu had already kicked off his trousers, threw himself on the bed, and Fang Chi coughed into the diamond paper.

"What's the matter?" Sun Wenqu got under the quilt and looked at him.

"No," Fang Chi glanced at him, "You... take off your clothes and go to bed?"

"What nonsense?" Sun Wenqu said, "Last night, you wrapped yourself up in your clothes and slept all night, are you still wearing them today?"

"...Oh," Fang Chi quickly leaned back on the paper, "Go to sleep."

last night.

last night.

To be honest, Fang Chi really didn't remember exactly what happened last night.

In other words, he remembered clearly, but the whole process in his memory was like looking at a shaking camera, which made him a little confused whether it was a dream or reality.

No.

Maybe he knew it was reality but couldn't believe it.

Fang Chi stared at the paper, counting with his pen on the draft paper.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, didn't mention a single word, and talked about last night as if nothing happened.

Fang Chi quietly looked at Sun Wenqu from the corner of his eye. Sun Wenqu was teasing Mr. Huang with his face turned towards the wall, comforting him before going to bed. Sun Wenqu in this state would always make Fang Chi feel that he was a child .

In the past, he often felt that Sun Wenqu was childish, immature, and sometimes crazy.

It was only after getting in touch with him gradually that I realized that another side of Sun Wenqu was a little unfathomable.

When I feel it occasionally, the illusion of being the same age as Sun Wenqu will disappear, and I realize that this is a man who is ten years older than him, has talent, personality, and maybe a man with a story.

"If you want to do the paper, do it seriously. If you don't want to do it, don't waste time sitting around. It's better to take a rest or play two rounds of mahjong." Sun Wenqu suddenly said to the wall.

"Huh?" Fang Chi was taken aback, and turned to look at him, "I'm... just writing."

"You're writing a fart," Sun Wenqu turned to face him, "You're writing a math paper, and the pen doesn't even move. You child prodigy can do calculations in your head?"

"Ahhhhh," Fang Chi scratched his head, "I wrote and wrote and started writing."

"Be serious, I don't think anyone in your family has expectations for your college entrance examination, so you can carry yourself," Sun Wenqu said, "If you don't worry yourself, no one will help you. At worst, go to the store to help Well, if you want to pass the exam, be cruel, and if you don't want to pass the exam, don't torment yourself."

Fang Chi looked at him and said nothing.

"Do you understand? Yes, yes. If you don't understand, let me smoke." Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"...Understood." Fang Chi said.

"You don't have to think about it if you don't have it. After the exam, you have time to think about it." Sun Wenqu turned over and faced the wall after finishing speaking.

Fang Chi was silent for a long time, put on his earphones, and started writing the paper.

The questions were kept until before dinner, and Fang Chi didn't stop for three hours. He finished two papers. Of course, there were still some questions, and they were all empty.

Sun Wenqu and Mr. Huang had been sleeping for three hours without even moving, as if they didn't exist.

It was only when Fang Chi took off the earphones that he heard Sun Wenqu's very light and slow breathing, but Mr. Huang had been snoring a little, as if his nose was blocked by something.

Fang Chi stood up and moved around, his whole body was a little sore and swollen, and he was not at ease when he heard Mr. Huang's little snoring. Usually Mr. Huang doesn't snore when he sleeps...

He went to the bed to find out why he snored, but Huang Zongtuan couldn't see the posture beside Sun Wenqu's face.

"Mr. Huang," Fang Chi called out to it in a low voice, "Mr. Huang?"

Mr. Huang didn't respond, and continued to snort. He bent over and leaned over to the bed: "Little bitch? Are you going to suffocate?"

From this angle, only one ear, the tip of the tail and one-third of Sun Wenqu's profile can be seen. He had to kneel down on the bed with one leg, put his arms on the bed and poked inwards above Sun Wenqu. .

Now it was finally clear that the tip of Mr. Huang's nose was on Sun Wenqu's arm.

"I can't hold you to death." Fang Chi whispered, stretched out his hand, and carefully moved Boss Huang to the side.

Mr. Huang hooked his tail reluctantly.

When the tip of the tail swept across Sun Wenqu's chin, Fang Chi felt that something was wrong.

When he threw Mr. Huang and wanted to jump out of bed quickly, Sun Wenqu frowned and opened his eyes.

Fang Chi had no choice but to continue to maintain this posture, and it seemed too guilty to jump away now.

Sun Wenqu must have been in a deep sleep, opened his eyes and stared at him in a daze for ten seconds before he uttered: "Huh?"

"I...Mr. Huang is snoring." Fang Chi pointed to Mr. Huang.

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu still had the same reaction.

"It doesn't usually snore, so I'm afraid it's holding back, you know, sleep apnea or something..." Fang Chi explained.

"...It's sleep apnea." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded.

"It didn't pause either." Sun Wenqu looked at Mr. Huang.

"Hey," Fang Chi jumped out of the bed, "I was a little worried about it snoring and went to see it, but it turned out that its nose was pressing against your arm, so I took it away."

"Your language ability is really left to nature," Sun Wenqu yawned, stretching his waist and said, "It takes a long time to explain this sentence, what time is it?"

"It's past five o'clock," Fang Chi looked at his phone, "It's time to prepare dinner."

"I've been sleeping for so long," Sun Wenqu wrapped his face on the pillow and closed his eyes again, "Have you finished writing the paper?"

"I finished writing both copies," Fang Chi felt that his efficiency was unprecedentedly high today, "Can you help me read it tonight?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu responded, "Go and eat."

Fang Chi stood up and stopped: "What about you?"

"I'm eating at home," Sun Wenqu said, "You can bring some dumplings for me later."

"Why don't you go down and eat together?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"I can't go on anymore," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and smiled, "I'm not someone from your family. It's not appropriate for people who are older than Chinese New Year to eat with them. It's almost enough to have trouble together when they're thirty. go down."

"What's the matter?" Fang Chi frowned.

"Let's say 15," Sun Wenqu said, "Today's dumplings are so big, I guess 15 can hold them."

Fang Chi guessed that he would not go down, and sighed: "Okay, I'll bring you some more food."

"If there are vegetables, 10 dumplings are enough." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Grandma was not surprised that Sun Wenqu didn't go downstairs to eat together, she quickly cooked the dumplings and put a few dishes on a small plate: "I think that kid from Shuiqu has such a personality."

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"It's not just about character," Grandpa said on the sidelines, "They are also afraid of affecting our family, and outsiders are afraid that we will feel uncomfortable."

"Sensible," said grandma, patted Fang Chi's arm, "You little bastard, learn a little bit."

"He's quite sensible." Grandpa said with a smile.

"Oh, you still say I'm used to it, so you're just used to it!" Grandma said.

Fang Chi took the food to Sun Wenqu's room, and Sun Wenqu was answering the phone again. It should be Ma Liang's, and Ma Liang seemed to be calling the number.

Sun Wenqu was laying on the bed and making a phone call: "Does he think he is very creative... What kind of color is that? You can't even see it after burning... Well, just say it's that color, he said it in three days Eight colors, I guess he won’t be able to remember which color he wants, so I won’t tell you, my son will bring me something to eat.”

Ma Liang said something there, Sun Wenqu smiled and hung up the phone.

"It's just cooked, I brought you some vinegar." Fang Chi said.

"Fragrant," Sun Wenqu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on his underwear and leaned over to the table to smell it. "To be honest, your grandpa's craftsmanship is no problem at all for running a farmhouse."

"Put it on." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu is quite tall, and generally a little thin, but his figure is very well-proportioned... Fang Chi saw him so clearly for the first time, and felt that he didn't know where to look.

but……

"You don't even have a tattoo on your thigh," he blurted out.

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu held his trousers and was halfway through them. He looked down at his legs, and he was no longer tense. He lifted up his trousers and said with a smile, "You said you lived alone for many years." , ordinarily it should be something like that, why do you believe everything I say?"

"Because it's the first time I've met someone as unreasonable as you." Fang Chi said.

"I only have three tattoos in total." Sun Wenqu pulled a chair and sat down to eat.

"What's that tattoo on your foot?" Fang Chi asked.

"Hello Kitty." Sun Wenqu said while eating.

"What?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

"Halukite." Sun Wenqu repeated it with a different tone.

"No, it's not that I don't understand..." Fang Chi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You have a kitty tattoo on your ankle?"

"Yeah, it's just black, not pink," Sun Wenqu squeezed a dumpling and handed it to him, "Do you want to eat it?"

Fang Chi was still immersed in the miraculous thing of an old man tattooing a hellokitty on his ankle and seemed to regret that he didn't give Wen Cheng pink. When he saw the big meat dumpling, he put it in his mouth without thinking.

"Hey, let's go down and eat." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi swallowed the dumplings, turned around and slammed the door frame and went out.

Today's meal is still rich, but Fang Chi didn't eat much, and he feels that his appetite is not particularly good. I don't know if he was too devoted to writing the paper all afternoon, and he always has a state that he has not recovered.

This meal was the same as all the meals during the Chinese New Year. After eating for a long time, Fang Chi did not leave the table after eating, chatting with his grandfather.

I have been busy these days since I came back, and I haven't had a good chat with my grandpa.

Grandpa doesn't chat with him like mom and dad usually ask how things are going, just ask and answer and it's over. Grandpa likes to hear him talk about the fun things that happen to him.

"Is the kid you mentioned last time crying as soon as he gets on the wall still going to training?" Grandpa asked.

"Go, don't cry now," Fang Chi said with a smile, "You've practiced pretty well."

"When you were young, you climbed the mountain and cried when you couldn't get up and down the hanging stone." Grandpa took a sip of his wine, "Oh, I cried so sadly."

Fang Chi laughed: "You won't get me down either."

"Obviously you can get down, let you get down, you don't know how to get down, and you have to hang up next time." Grandpa closed his eyes comfortably, "Now that you have grown up, you don't cry anymore."

"I didn't cry much when I was a child." Fang Chi brought some food for his grandfather.

"Well, Fang Hui likes to cry, you remember," said the grandfather in a low voice, "He can't stop crying, oh, it's so annoying that I want to throw him out."

Fang Chi leaned back on the chair, almost choking on laughter.

Chatting with grandpa all night is very fun. Whether you are stressed, tired, or have something on your mind, as long as you chat with grandpa for a while, Fang Chi will become very relaxed.

Grandpa doesn't make much sense, just chatting normally, but it reminds him of those days when he was a child, lying on his back, bobbing slightly, listening to him telling himself stories.

This is nostalgia, the kind Sun Wenqu said.

Memory deep in memory.

"Where does Xiaochi sleep? Or I will be squeezed with Xiaoying." The aunt said next to her.

Fang Chi's attention returned to other people. Yesterday and today were gathering together, and the whole family was tired. No one planned to stay up all night tonight, and they were discussing how to sleep.

"Xiaoying is a big girl, let her sleep in a room by herself, and Xiaochi can stay with his grandfather," said the mother, "this will make the arrangement."

"Are you squeezing with me?" Grandpa asked Fang Chi.

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

I'm going to visit my relatives tomorrow. Although I'm in this village, I still have to get up early. Everyone chatted and went to sleep.

Grandpa entered the room first. Fang Chi came back after washing his face and brushing his teeth. Grandpa was already asleep and snoring.

Grandpa has always been like this. He snores after drinking a little wine.

"Your snoring is getting stronger and stronger." Fang Chi went over and patted Grandpa's face lightly, and pushed him to lie on his side.

Fang Chi lay down on the bed, quite sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep.

Grandpa's snoring has a sense of rhythm, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes there and sometimes not, the more I listen to it, the more I can't fall asleep.

Half an hour later Fang Chi got out of bed and walked out of Grandpa's room lightly.

The kid slept on the "bed" at the door of Grandpa's room, and Grandpa used several old sacks to cushion it. When Fang Chi came out, he stood up and wagged his tail.

"Sleep with you." Fang Chi patted its head.

The family members were all asleep, Fang Chi walked around the living room twice, not knowing what to do.

How about reading a book?

There are no books, and all the books are in Sun Wenqu's room.

Fang Chi went upstairs very lightly, and was stunned when he saw the light pouring from the door of Sun Wenqu's room, still not asleep?

He took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already 12 o'clock. Did he sleep all afternoon and couldn't sleep at night?

Fang Chi walked outside the door and listened, but there was no movement inside. He stopped when he was about to knock, hesitated for a while, put his eyes on the door, and peeked in through the cracked gap.

Sun Wenqu was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and stood shirtless in front of the pottery turntable, with earphones plugged into his ears, and a slender bamboo stick that was probably used as a tool for some unknown purpose in his mouth. He stared at the pot on the turntable with fascination.

Fang Chi raised his hand and put it down.

Sun Wenqu's state made him feel that he couldn't be disturbed every time, or in other words, Sun Wenqu in this state seemed to be isolated from his surroundings by something, making it impossible for people to disturb him.

Tsk.He even said playing the erhu.

He turned and went downstairs, touched a pack of cigarettes on the table in the living room, and went to the yard to smoke.

I went back to the living room and lay down on the sofa, pulled off the quilt that grandma used to cover while watching TV, and covered it up.

The long night.

He rested his arms on his head and looked out the window at the dark sky.