flying dog

Fang Chi first cooked the sesame paste and brought it upstairs to Sun Wenqu. Sun Wenqu was leaning against the bedside with his notebook in his arms. When he saw him coming in, he couldn't help laughing: "What just happened?"

"I fell." Fang Chi put the bowl on the table, rubbed his forehead, "I wanted to jump down a few steps, but I didn't pick the right time and stepped on it."

"Did you twist your foot?" Sun Wenqu got out of bed, sat down at the table, smelled the sesame paste, "it smells good."

"I haven't twisted my feet since I grew up." Fang Chi walked out again, "You can eat, this is not too sweet, I didn't put too much sugar, I'm afraid you will get fat."

"Fat is fat, what are you afraid of?" Sun Wenqu took a spoonful of sesame paste and put it into his mouth.

"You don't look good when you're fat." Fang Chi walked out of the room.

When Sun Wenqu ate half a bowl of sesame paste, Fang Chi came in with a bowl of hot noodles.

"What noodles?" Sun Wenqu immediately asked.

"Sausage and egg noodles, put some scallions in the pan," Fang Chi picked out the noodles in the bowl, "I really like this taste."

"Wait," Sun Wenqu picked up the bowl and drank the remaining half bowl of sesame paste in one gulp, then passed the bowl in front of him, "Give me a chopstick."

"...Aren't you full?" Fang Chi was stunned. According to Sun Wenqu's appetite, a bowl of sesame paste after dinner should be enough to last him until tomorrow morning.

"I want to eat sweet ones and salty ones," Sun Wenqu said, "One chopstick is all you need, and you can't eat too much."

Fang Chi picked up a piece of chopstick noodles for him, and poured another mouthful of soup.

"Still sleeping in the living room at night?" Sun Wenqu asked him.

"...Sleeping in my grandfather's room," Fang Chi lowered his head and ate his noodles, "You don't stay up all night, do you?"

"I fell asleep in a while, and I used my brain too much today." Sun Wenqu said.

"Excessive use of brain?" Fang Chi looked at him, "Have you used your brain today?"

Sun Wenqu smiled and clicked his tongue: "How do you talk?"

"Did you talk to Uncle Liangzi?" Fang Chi smiled.

"Basically," Sun Wenqu lay down on the bed, "he keeps giving me difficult questions recently, thinking about how tiring life is, I haven't thought about it for years."

"Then..." Fang Chi hesitated, "Will I disturb you if I read here for a while?"

"No," Sun Wenqu said, "It's rare to work so hard, it's so touching."

Fang Chi went downstairs to wash the dishes, and watched mahjong for a while in the living room. Fang Hui made tea with his left hand and melon seeds with his right.

"Is it funny?" Fang Hui turned to look at him, "Is it funny?"

"It's funny," Fang Chi stretched his waist, and laughed as he walked upstairs, "I'm going to point out your two cannonballs this evening. If you keep going a few times, I can laugh until next year's New Year."

"You will also giggle." Fang Hui said.

"Yes, I can't compare to you," Fang Chi nodded, "Concentrate on the posture and rack your brains just to set off the cannon, bang bang bang, it's almost a bang, how festive, I have lost all the lucky money for the New Year Bar."

Fang Hui dropped the mahjong and stood up.

"It's bickering," Granny said, stacking cards at another table. "You can't beat him."

"I'm not playing anymore!" Fang Hui kicked the chair and sat down on the sofa next to him, holding the remote control and pressing the TV.

"Don't play anymore?" Hu Ying, the onlooker who had been eating melon seeds, sat down immediately, "It's just right, I'll come."

Fang Chi went upstairs and was stunned when he opened the door. Sun Wenqu had already slept with his face against the wall wrapped in a quilt, and Huang Zongtuan was in the gap between his neck and the pillow.

"Asleep?" Fang Chi asked softly, not daring to close the door with force.

"Fall asleep immediately," Sun Wenqu said in a muffled voice, "Read your book."

"Oh." Fang Chi turned off the lights in the room, sat down in front of the table, opened the book, and turned the lamp to his side.

Every time Fang Chi sits in front of the desk lamp, he will feel a particularly quiet feeling. It seems that the light of the desk lamp is like a cover, and his world is within two feet, and the place where the light does not reach is endless tranquility.

But it's been a long time since he was able to concentrate on reading as much as today. Maybe it's because of Sun Wenqu's words, maybe it's because he's going back to school soon, maybe it's just because of Sun Wenqu's gentle breathing beside him.

He didn't notice when Sun Wenqu fell asleep, he didn't know when the mahjong game downstairs ended, and he didn't even hear when Fang Hui entered his room to sleep.

It wasn't until Mr. Huang's little snoring sounded in the room that he raised his head and glanced at the time on the phone.

It's been a while.

What a surprise.

Surprised these days...

But even though it was quite late, he wasn't too sleepy, and walked down the stairs lightly. Before he finished going down the stairs, he heard grandpa's snoring, like singing.

Fang Chi smiled and went downstairs to grandpa's room, pushed him to lie on his side, then went into the kitchen, found a bowl of chicken wings, squatted in the kitchen and shared a few with the boy.

After eating and washing his face, he went upstairs and entered Sun Wenqu's room.

But maybe it was because of eating, and when he sat down to read a book again, he started to feel sleepy.

Persisting until 02:30, he couldn't hold on anymore and got up to go to bed.

It was still before the stairs were finished that I heard my grandfather snoring. He stood on the stairs for about 5 minutes, then turned around and went upstairs and returned to the house.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Sun Wenqu slept very close to the wall, leaving a wide area on the bed, which was enough for one person to sleep on.

Fang Chi went downstairs to get the quilt, and went to bed as quietly as possible.

However, Sun Wenqu, the corrupt young master, had a mattress on his bed. Fang Chi lay down carefully, and the mattress would still rise and fall.

After ups and downs, Sun Wenqu turned over, lying on his back, turned his head and buried half of his face in Mr. Huang's fur.

Fang Chi settled in the position of lying down and doing sit-ups like a thief. After Sun Wenqu's breathing became calm again, he slowly lay down and closed his eyes with a sigh of relief.

In the ear, Sun Wenqu's breathing intertwined with Mr. Huang's thin snoring, which made people feel very comfortable and at ease when they heard it inexplicably.

Fang Chi turned his head and looked at Sun Wenqu's half-shown face.

Can't see clearly, the room is basically dark when the lights are turned off.

Mr. Huang has completely disappeared, and he can only vaguely see that Sun Wenqu is quite white.

In fact, you don't need to see clearly, Sun Wenqu can easily outline what Fang Chi looks like, including the way he frowned when he fell asleep.

Fang Chi stared at Sun Wenqu's blurred face in a heavy sleepiness, and various images flashed uncontrollably in his mind.

The way Sun Wenqu was lying on the table giving him a lecture, the way he was lying on the bed with his waist exposed, the way he was sitting in front of the turntable staring at the pot, the way he taught him a lesson, and smiling at him look...

And... the scene that was a bit blurry but made his breathing quicken as soon as he thought about it, the way Sun Wenqu was pressed on the bed by him...

Fang Chi quickly closed his eyes, turned his back to Sun Wenqu, and covered his head under the blanket.

Fang Chi woke up quite early in the morning, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he met Mr. Huang's eyes. Mr. Huang leaned on the pillow and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

After he regained his composure, Fang Chi found that his arm was hanging on Sun Wenqu's waist through the quilt, and he quickly retracted his arm.

Mr. Huang still looked at him contemptuously. He touched the tip of Mr. Huang's tail with his fingers. Mr. Huang didn't pat him, but quickly hooked his tail back.

Fang Chi yawned and sat up, looking at Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu's whole head was wrapped in the quilt, and he didn't know where he was panting. Fang Chi looked a little worried, and gently pushed him twice.

"Hmm..." Sun Wenqu snorted under the quilt, turned over, exposed one eye from under the quilt, and looked at him for a few seconds, "Huh?"

"Aren't you holding back?" Fang Chi asked.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, but looked at him with some empty eyes for a while, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Fang Chi had no choice but to pull down his quilt, and got out of bed with confidence when he saw the tip of his nose.

Today, my second uncle and my aunt are going back. After eating breakfast, the living room is full of things, which are the new year's goods that grandparents asked them to bring back.

Fang Chi helped to tie up everything, feeling a little depressed.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to part with his second uncle and aunt, but he thought that his grandparents would feel lost if all the people in such a big house suddenly left together.

At this time, he would feel that Sun Wenqu lived here, which is very good. Although he usually doesn't leave the house, there is one more person in the family after all.

"Move your things to the car, Uncle Zhang just parked his car outside the yard." Grandma patted Fang Chi.

"Oh." Fang Chi took out all the luggage and packed it in the car.

In the room, the aunt and grandma explained in a big way, rest more and don't have to keep tidying up the house and make calls when there is something to do.

"Oh, I got it, it's so long-winded no matter how old you are," Grandma looked at the clock on the wall, "Hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up with the bus."

Fang Chi drove Uncle Zhang's car to the place where they were waiting for the shuttle bus.

"Xiao Chi will go back to school in two days?" Second Uncle asked.

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"It's the last six months, work harder," the second uncle lit a cigarette, "Get into a good school and make grandparents happy."

"Yeah." Fang Chi smiled.

"Go back, don't wait here," said the aunt, "go back and read the book and review."

"It's not a few minutes away." Fang Chi said.

The shuttle bus came quite on time, but there were quite a lot of people on board. As soon as they got on with their luggage, the bus was packed to the brim.

It should be quite warm.Fang Chi rushed to the car and waved his hand, then turned and walked back.

Halfway through the walk, the boy came running to meet him, and he patted the boy's head: "Where did you go, you didn't keep up."

The kid yelled twice, and traveled a long way on the open road.

When I got home, only my parents and grandparents were sitting and chatting in the living room.

"I'll clean up your house for you." Mom said.

"I want to change the quilt," Fang Chi walked upstairs, "and the sheets."

"I know you need to change it," my mother said, "I took out the clean ones for you, so you can change them yourself."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded.

The new year is not over yet, but everything seems to be back to normal. Only when the firecrackers sound, Fang Chi will feel that it is still the new year.

The time to go back to school was approaching by the hour, and Fang Chi felt a little flustered that he couldn't explain.

I am flustered and want to leave my grandparents again, I am flustered what can I do in the past six months, and what will happen to me in the future...

There is also Sun Wenqu, Fang Chi lay down on the table, and it will be a long time since they will see each other.

He looked up at the small flowerpot on the windowsill, wondering if Sun Wenqu would remember to take a picture of him when the flowers bloomed.

In the past two days, Sun Wenqu seemed to have returned to his previous state. He didn't go out of the house very much, and just kept messing with his Tao in the house.

When Fang Chi brought him his meal, he saw that the electric kiln in the room, which looked like a big safe, was on. It must be burning the pot, right?

"Going back to school tomorrow?" Sun Wenqu asked him while eating.

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"Are you still training?" Sun Wenqu gnawed on the ribs.

"It's only Sunday afternoon, all other times are cancelled," Fang Chi looked at him, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious," Sun Wenqu said, and looked up at him again, "If you don't practice or compete, you won't take the job of guiding... Do you still have money to spend?"

"Yes," Fang Chi took out his mobile phone and tapped it a few times, "I've kept my account and planned it, and I've saved all the New Year's money. After paying the rent in the first half of the year, it's enough to have a meal and buy some materials. Oh, I have to go and castrate Mr. Huang, it's time to fuck."

Fang Ying still had [-] from him, but he didn't say this, for fear that Sun Wenqu would be upset.

"Mr. Huang!" Sun Wenqu turned around with a smile and shouted to Mr. Huang, who was lying on his back, lying between two pillows, "You're done!"

"Little bitch doesn't care about this," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, hesitated, and said, "Well...if those little leaves in my house bloom, remember to take a photo for me to see."

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "what else do you want to see, tell me, I'll show you, grandpa cooking, grandma knitting sweaters, grandpa fighting with rival old man, these are all fine, don't worry." Just say you want to watch the sunrise on the mountain.”

"It's not that complicated," Fang Chi smiled, "I don't want to be like my grandparents."

"Then I'll take a selfie," Sun Wenqu said, took a picture of himself with his phone, and sent it to him, "How is it?"

Fang Chi took out his mobile phone, saw Sun Wenqu's photo, and smiled: "It's pretty good, handsome."

"Can you be more serious about flattering?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "It's so good, I'm jealous when I hear it."

"Ah! So handsome! Master Sun, you are so handsome!" Fang Chi suddenly shouted exaggeratedly while holding the phone, and then he was overjoyed, "Is this the way you want to be?"

"The acting skills are too exaggerated," Sun Wenqu startled him, and all the food on the chopsticks fell on the table, "Okay, let's go down to eat, don't you have to go back to school tomorrow, you have to go to bed early tonight. "

"...Hmm." Fang Chi sighed, turned and left the room.

When he went downstairs, he took out his phone to look at the photo of Sun Wenqu. In fact, it’s not considered an exaggerated acting. The light didn't put on an expression either, so it had to be good enough to be able to shoot like this.

Gee.

Fang Chi jumped down the stairs in a few steps.

The dinner was still very rich, and it didn't decrease at all because the second uncle and aunt left. There was a large table of dishes, and several of them were newly made, which were all Fang Chi's favorites.

"I don't feel fat this time." Grandma squeezed Fang Chi's body, "I don't gain any flesh, I'm so worried."

"I don't have any meat," Fang Chi smiled and hid, "I've lost weight during this training and gained a lot of weight."

"I didn't see it." Grandma put a bunch of vegetables in his bowl, "You didn't let go of eating this time, don't lose weight like those little girls."

"I haven't lost weight, really." Fang Chi buried his head in a few mouthfuls of food and said vaguely, "Look, I eat a lot."

After dinner, grandma called him into the house and gave him an envelope.

"What?" Fang Chi rubbed open the envelope and looked inside. It was a wad of money, "Why is this?"

"I think it's the first time you've grown up to review like this. It's scary. You just sit there and you won't move." Grandma looked at him worriedly. "Is it not enough brains?"

"... Enough, my brain is quite thick." Fang Chi was a little helpless.

"Buy yourself some delicious food, nutrition, etc. It doesn't matter if you pass the exam or not," grandma grabbed his arm, "Don't break your body, why don't you pass the exam?" Worth it."

"Hey," Fang Chi smiled, hugging grandma, "what are you thinking about, don't worry, I'm in good health, and it's not a problem to swing 86 Fang Hui."

"Hate!" Grandma smiled and slapped him on the back.

Because I have to go back to school tomorrow, Fang Chi didn’t go upstairs after dinner, and sat in the living room chatting for a long time. My parents didn’t say anything, and my grandparents had a lot to say every time, even though he was alone outside. They stayed for several years, but they were always worried.

We chatted until after eleven o'clock, and my father urged me to rest before my grandparents went back to the house.

"Go to bed early," Dad patted him, "Don't get up too early tomorrow, don't go back until after lunch, don't you, rest a little longer."

"Yes, I see." Fang Chi nodded.

After Mom and Dad left, he went upstairs.

The door of Sun Wenqu's room was ajar. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard the sound of an erhu coming from inside.

"Where's playing the piano?" Fang Chi immediately pushed open the door and poked his head in.

"Well," Sun Wenqu sat on a chair, holding an erhu in his hand, "I'll play two lullabies for you, so I won't say that my words don't count."

"Okay." Fang Chi smiled, entered the room and closed the door.

"10 minutes," Sun Wenqu said, "this thing is so loud that your grandparents can hear it, and it will disturb them to sleep after playing for a long time."

"Okay," Fang Chi sat on the edge of the bed. The erhu that Li Bowen gave to Sun Wenqu can be seen at a glance as high-level, and the sound is also very textured. It seems that Sun Wenqu is willing to use this qin. It's because it's good, "Two paragraphs of what?"

"Just listen, you won't know if you tell me." Sun Wenqu curled his lips.

"Hmm." Fang Chi rubbed his nose.

Sun Wenqu set up the erhu on his lap, lowered his head and thought for a while, and gently moved his hand, and the sad sound of the piano slipped out.

The erhu is a very sad instrument, Fang Chi has always felt so, or many Chinese musical instruments are a little lonely, sometimes listening carefully, even the suona will feel this way.

Sun Wenqu, who grew up feeling these atmospheres, has a different aura about him every time he plays the erhu, which I can't describe.

Loneliness, or something else.

Fang Chi hadn’t heard the song played this time. Of course, apart from Erquan Yingyue and Horse Racing, and Sun Wenqu’s Shepherdess in his computer, he hadn’t listened to any other erhu songs seriously.

At this moment, he felt that he was not listening too seriously, the music was all around, wrapped, and in front of him was Sun Wenqu, fingers pressing on the strings, fingers holding the bow.

Once Sun Wenqu calmed down and immersed himself in something, people would follow him in a trance.

Really, very calming.

Fang Chi suddenly felt like he wanted to stay in a daze without wanting to speak.

When Sun Wenqu stood up from the chair opposite him, Fang Chi suddenly realized that the sound of the piano had stopped for a long time.

"Go to sleep." Sun Wenqu said.

"Yeah." Fang Chi pinched Mr. Huang's ear and stood up.

"Good night." Sun Wenqu looked at him and smiled.

"Good night." Fang Chi didn't know the meaning of his smile, so he bared his teeth at him, opened the door and walked out.

"Stop reading, just go to sleep." Sun Wenqu said again in the room.

"Oh." Fang Chi responded and went back to his room.

When he was lying on the bed, Fang Chi felt that he should not be able to fall asleep, but to his surprise, he had a dream within a few minutes of lying down.

Of course, he didn't remember what he dreamed, and generally he couldn't remember what he dreamed.

This sleep was inexplicably sound, and when he was about to wake up in the morning, he remembered what his father said to sleep more, and he turned over and fell asleep again.

Go to sleep, what are you doing when you wake up, you should think about going back to school soon after you wake up, it's very depressed, go to sleep.

It was almost ten o'clock when I woke up again.

It was woken up by the boy's cry on the roof.

The kid usually never went to the rooftop to play with him. He always went upstairs from the house and squatted at his door. He got out of bed and opened the curtains to look outside.

Sun Wenqu stood on the roof with his back to the window, holding a bowl in his hand, which seemed to have some pieces of beef in it.

"I said one, two, three," Sun Wenqu said, "call again, one, two..."

The boy wagged his tail and let out a cry.

"No, I haven't said three yet," Sun Wenqu pointed at it, "One, two, three, call!"

The kid yelled at him again.

"Oh, so smart." Sun Wenqu pinched a piece of meat from the bowl and fed it.

Fang Chi opened the door: "Are you so free?"

"Are you awake?" Sun Wenqu turned his head, "I really slept for a long time today."

"My head is stuffy from sleep." Fang Chi scratched his head.

"Your grandma is cooking. Today's lunch seems to be very rich." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

The lunch was indeed very rich, it was Fang Chi's favorite food, and he made some more, and packed it in a lunch box for him to take home to eat.

Sun Wenqu didn't have a cat to eat upstairs today, so he ate together in the living room.

If I want to explain, my grandpa and grandma said almost the same thing last night, and today at noon, I just kept picking up vegetables for him and letting him eat.

After a meal, Fang Chi felt that he might be thrown up when he took the bus.

"I've packed all the things you want to bring in this bag." Mom pointed to a bag next to her.

"It's all food, right?" Fang Chi went over to look, and every time he went home during the Chinese New Year, he had to bring a bunch of food, "Enough to eat until I graduate from college."

"To save you from buying it all the time, put some boiled noodles and steamed rice, it's convenient and hygienic to eat," said grandma, "There is a bag of food for Xiao Yiming, and it's in a red bag."

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"It's almost time," Dad looked at the clock, "I'll take you there."

"Huh?" Fang Chi raised his head, "I... don't need it, don't give it away."

"There are so many things." Grandpa said.

"No, don't give it away," Fang Chi glanced at Sun Wenqu, "It's enough for the aqueduct to carry it for me."

"Can you really think about it?" Grandma said with some complaints, "You have a guest, and you ask them to help you carry things?"

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I'm not considered a guest at Fang Chi's place, I just happened to go for a walk and exercise."

Grandma hesitated for a while and asked Sun Wenqu to carry a bag and go out with Fang Chi.

It was too cold outside, and when grandpa and grandma arrived at the gate of the yard, they were dragged back by their parents. My father chased them out again and shouted: "Call me when we arrive."

"Got it—" Fang Chi yelled and replied.

The kid followed at his feet and turned his head and yelled twice.

Seeing that his father had gone back, Fang Chi reached out and took the bag from Sun Wenqu's hand.

"I'll carry it, the bag is on your body, how can I 'help you carry it'?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"It's not like I can't carry it." Fang Chi was a little embarrassed, and after thinking about it, he handed the cat bag to him, "Why don't you carry Mr. Huang for a while."

"Who usually takes you back to school?" Sun Wenqu took the cat bag.

"During the Chinese New Year, my dad will help me carry things to the intersection," Fang Chi said, "No one will deliver them when I come back, so I just pass by myself, and it's not far away, so I just follow."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "Then you want me to deliver it today?"

"... Let's talk." Fang Chi said.

In fact, there was nothing to talk about if we wanted to talk. Fang Chi didn't know what he wanted to talk about.

The timing is right, the shuttle should arrive almost immediately.

"Exchange this one with you." Sun Wenqu took out his MP3 player from his pocket, "Give me yours."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, "Why?"

"You always listen to it. Walking and reviewing or something, it's more comfortable to listen to it with a better one, and it's more appropriate to pretend." Sun Wenqu said, "I picked some calming songs here, listen to them. If you don't like it, change it yourself."

"Oh." Fang Chi took out his MP3 player and exchanged it with Sun Wenqu.

Just as he was about to say a few more words, the shuttle bus drove over from the other side of the road.

"Why are you so punctual today?" Fang Chi suddenly became a little irritable.

"Let me know when it's time." Sun Wenqu patted him lightly on the face, "Remember what I told you, work hard these few months, and if you decide to do well in the exam, you will look good."

"En." Fang Chi responded, and Sun Wenqu's hands were quite warm.

After putting Sun Wenqu's hand back into his pocket, he couldn't hold back and pulled Sun Wenqu's hand out of his pocket again, and grabbed it lightly.