flying dog

There are a lot of people going back to the city these two days, and the shuttle bus is rushing to pull people. Fang Chi got on the bus and drove away as soon as it stopped. He didn't bother to find a seat. Seeing Sun Wenqu's raised arm, the car has already driven out.

He looked at the rear window while pushing back a little depressed. On the dirty rear window, he could only see a vague figure standing on the side of the road, and a small shadow ran behind the car for a while.

The boy does this every time, running with the car for a while, then turning around and running back.

"Whether you sit or not, I'll put things away if you don't sit." An old man next to him said.

There was only one seat left in the back of the car. The uncle had put his bag on the seat, but when he saw him coming, he took it away and kept holding it.

"Sit." Fang Chi stacked his bag on the aisle and sat down.

The uncle stuffed the bag into the gap between their legs, Fang Chi put the cat bag between his feet, clamped it with his feet to prevent it from slipping, then lowered his head and took out Sun Wenqu's local tyrant MP3, plugged it in headphones.

Fang Chi was shocked enough to hear the song on Sun Wenqu's phone that day. In order not to feel the roar of the top ten tortures again, he turned down the volume first before putting on the earphones.

It's a guitar piece, accompanied by a piano.

It sounds pretty good, Fang Chi turned up his voice.

To say that a good machine is indeed a good machine, it sounds like the difference between me and myself is quite obvious.

Fang Chi leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes.

After listening to a piece of music, he felt quite comfortable, but in order to prevent accidental roaring, he quickly turned down the volume, but the next piece was still very soothing, flute, and the sound of drums in the distance , with the sound of running water.

He lowered his head and opened the music library in the machine to look. There were not too many songs, about dozens of them, but he couldn’t find any rock similar to the death metal he heard that day. Many of the song titles were in Chinese. It can be seen from the title of the song that it is very quiet.

Sun Wenqu seems to have changed all the songs.

Fang Chi took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Sun Wenqu.

You changed all the songs?

After 2 minutes, Sun Wenqu's message came back.

Of course you have to change it. I’m afraid that the previous song will scare you into being the national champion and then you will be promoted by Fan Jinzhong.

There is also a photo of the boy below, which is probably taken when the boy called at Sun Wenqu.

The timing of the capture was so perfect, it happened to capture the boy's mouth flying up, showing four canine teeth, looking fierce, mainly because he was ugly.

Sun Wenqu's photography skills are also good enough, Fang Chi laughed for a long time.

When the car arrived in the city, it was dark, Fang Chi got out of the car with two big bags and a cat bag, took a taxi and went back to the house he rented.

First, I called my father to report it, and then sent a message to Sun Wenqu.

When I arrived, the house was covered in ashes.

Call a housekeeper to clean it up.Sun Wenqu came back.

Corruption, I clean up myself.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up. There is nothing in this house. Except for the furniture and appliances provided by the landlord, Fang Chi’s own things are clothes and books, and some outdoor equipment for rock climbing. It is difficult to mess up, just wipe the dust.

But when he wiped the dust, he also wiped the table and chairs, nothing else.

He covered the bed with a sheet, and now he can tear it off and throw it into the washing machine. The quilt was dried before he left, and it still smells delicious.

Fang Chi released Boss Huang from the cat bag. Boss Huang ran around the house twice, jumped onto the sofa and got together. He tidied things up quickly, then took a bath, fed Boss Huang, and cooked for himself. A bowl of noodles.

While eating noodles, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and took a look. It was Xiao Yiming's call.

"Happy New Year." Fang Chi answered the phone.

"Happy New Year," Xiao Yiming smiled, "Are you back?"

"Just came back," Fang Chi said, "what's the matter?"

"Xu Zhou and I are at the school, are you coming?" Xiao Yiming asked, "Xu Zhou treats you."

Fang Chi hesitated: "Go."

"Then we'll wait for you at the boiling fish town opposite the school." Xiao Yiming said.

He just took a bite of the noodles and didn't want to waste it. Fang Chi ate half a bowl, and there was still half a bowl left. He picked a chopstick and gave it to Mr. Huang, but Mr. Huang expressed his disdain to eat it, so he had to go downstairs with the bowl.

Stray cats, stray dogs, whatever.

However, he stood on the side of the road downstairs against the wind for 10 minutes, and didn't even see a single passing mouse.

Instead, I ran into a landlord who lived in the same neighborhood driving by. Seeing him, the landlord lowered the car window in surprise: "Xiao Fang, are you... where are you going to eat?"

"Ah." Fang Chi was taken aback.

"Is it freezing?" The landlord looked at him.

"No..." Fang Chi looked down at the noodles in the bowl, "I want to feed the cat."

"Stupid you," the landlord laughed. "How can wild dogs and cats run around in such a day? I've already found a place to hide. Go back quickly."

"Oh." Fang Chi scratched his head and went upstairs again with the bowl in his hand.

In the end, the noodles were thrown away, but fortunately, the meat was picked out and eaten... If I knew it, I would have finished it.

The Boiling Fish Township store was full of excitement and voices. Fang Chi turned around but didn't see anyone, so he called Xiao Yiming again. Then, under Xiao Yiming's instructions, he turned around the corridor box to the back hall and saw Xu Zhou. their gang.

"Xu Zhou got rich?" Fang Chi sat down beside Xiao Yiming.

"The last madness," Xu Zhou smiled after ordering, then sighed again, "The nightmare is about to begin."

"Not really," Xiao Yiming said, "Just don't set your goals too high."

"Of course you won't do it," Xu Zhou sighed again, Xiao Yiming's grades were not top-notch, but they were pretty good. "It's hard for us who are not at the same level, right Fang Chi?"

"Huh?" Fang Chi smiled, "Let me fight."

"Oh!" Liang Xiaotao clapped her hands, "Fang Chi woke up suddenly, and tears flowed down my face."

Fang Chi handed her a tissue: "Blow your nose."

Several people at a table laughed together.

"Is there any goal?" Xiao Yiming asked in a low voice while eating.

"Target?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"School, didn't you always say you didn't think about it before?" Xiao Yiming said.

"I don't think about it now," Fang Chi took a sip of soup, "Let's think about it after taking the exam. Anyway, it's useless to go anywhere if you don't take the exam."

"That's right," Xiao Yiming thought about it, "but I don't think there's anything wrong with you... you're at grandpa's house for Chinese New Year?"

"Well, I didn't go anywhere else," Fang Chi nodded. "Just a few days, I just stayed at home. By the way, my grandma asked me to bring you a pack of food. I'll take it to school tomorrow."

"Is it a sausage? I really like the sausage made by your grandfather." Xiao Yiming asked with a smile.

"Yes, there are other things, anyway, they will never forget you." Fang Chi smiled.

Xiao Yiming looked at him, and seemed to want to say something but didn't say anything.

"What?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"No," Xiao Yiming also looked at him, "I think you are a little different after a few days."

"Handsome?" Fang Chi asked.

"Not as handsome as I am," Xiao Yiming laughed, "I can't tell. It's different from your past New Year's Eve. You used to be sluggish."

"I didn't beat Fang Hui this year, and I didn't consume much energy, so I am more energetic." Fang Chi said.

"It's been another year and he still deserves to be beaten up so much?" Xiao Yiming sighed, "This man is going to be addicted and it's really hard to extricate himself."

Fang Chi laughed: "It's my life's work."

After the meal, the group of people did not have any other activities, and they were all taken home by the serial phone calls from their parents.

Fang Chi and Xiao Yiming stood at the station and waited together. It was cold and all the taxis were called. Occasionally, five or six people rushed to an empty car at the same time.

"This is for you to play with." Xiao Yiming took out a box from his pocket and handed it to him.

"What?" Fang Chi took it over and looked at it. It was a lighter, "You bought it?"

"Someone gave it to my dad. My dad has several and I'm coming. You can play with it." Xiao Yiming said with a smile.

"I quit smoking," Fang Chi smiled, "Is there anyone like you?"

"Let you play but not light cigarettes," Xiao Yiming tugged at his collar, "Didn't you collect a lot before, this is a commemorative edition."

"Thank you," Fang Chi put the box in his pocket, "I still remember this."

"I have a good memory." Xiao Yiming leaned against the billboard.

Fang Chi's cell phone rang, and he took it out to see the message from Sun Wenqu.

Your grandma found a pair of pants and said they belonged to you and insisted on sending them to you.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment. He only brought two pairs of trousers back, and he brought them all back. Where did he forget to bring the trousers?

It was cold and he was too lazy to type, so he replied directly: "It's not mine, I brought all my pants back."

Sun Wenqu also sent him a voice message, laughing loudly: "Your grandma said she saw you wearing it! It was when you were young, so thin, and the style is also very different."

After finishing speaking, he sent him a photo. Fang Chi looked at it and was immediately depressed: "This is Fang Hui's! Can I stuff these dick pants into it? Let my grandma throw it away soon, and the boy's nest is too OK, hurry up."

Xiao Yiming turned his head after hearing this: "Your dad has already used WeChat with you?"

"No," Fang Chi was still disgusted by Fang Hui throwing a pair of torn pants into his closet, so he said without thinking, "My friend."

"Your friend? Live at your grandparents' house?" Xiao Yiming was a little surprised.

"Ah." Only then did Fang Chi come back to his senses.

"... Oh." Xiao Yiming responded without saying anything.

Both of them were silent, and the car didn't come, they just stared at the opposite store together.

Fang Chi still wanted to say something to explain, but found that he didn't seem to know what to explain. A friend who lives in his grandparents' house in the country, what to explain?

But if you don't explain... Fang Chi glanced at Xiao Yiming, and it seemed that something was wrong.

"Is it the friend who brought you a schoolbag to school last time?" Xiao Yiming said suddenly.

Fang Chi looked at him and said nothing, Xiao Yiming's memory is really good, I have never noticed that he can remember things so well...

"Oh, yes." Fang Chi said.

"Oh." Xiao Yiming turned his head and continued to look at the opposite store.

Fang Chi clicked his tongue: "What are you?"

"That's what I know." Xiao Yiming smiled.

"Oh, what do you know?" Fang Chi felt that this matter seemed to be getting more and more chaotic, but strictly speaking...it wasn't too chaotic.

"I might be thinking too much," Xiao Yiming sniffed, looked in the direction of the car, and patted him on the shoulder, "The car is coming."

Fang Chi got into the car with Xiao Yiming, squeezed to the back of the car and got off.

Think more.

I didn't think much of it.

Fang Chi looked at the slowly receding lights outside the car window, feeling a little complicated at this moment.

Xiao Yiming is very sensitive to these things, but he doesn't want to be known, even if it is Xiao Yiming, he and Xiao Yiming have nothing to say, even if there is a falling out, they are still trustworthy friends.

But he will be embarrassed.

Not only did he once rudely reject Xiao Yiming, but also not only because in the end he had to admit that he and Xiao Yiming are the same person...

It was a mess.

"My mother asked me to enroll in a small class this semester," Xiao Yiming whispered standing next to him, "Do you want to come together? Maybe it will be more efficient."

"Remedial class?" Fang Chi was taken aback by Xiao Yiming's sudden change of subject before he realized, "What time?"

"Weekends, and the nights of Monday and Wednesday," Xiao Yiming said, "Or I'll go and listen first, and if you feel good, you can come if you want?"

"Okay." Fang Chi nodded.

"Let's get rid of distracting thoughts in the past six months, otherwise it will be fatal to repeat another year with unsatisfactory grades." Xiao Yiming clicked his tongue.

"Yeah." Fang Chi smiled.

I don't know if Xiao Yiming said this to himself or to him, but it is quite similar to what Sun Wenqu said... Fang Chi grabbed the ring and took out his phone to look at it. Sun Wenqu had no news to send again .

asleep?

work?

It wasn't too early to get home, Fang Chi didn't read a book, went directly to bed, and lay face to face with Mr. Huang.

"Good night." He said to Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang stretched his waist, came over and pushed his face, which huddled on the pillow.

Fang Chi lay down for a while, then took out his mobile phone and sent Sun Wenqu a message, good night.

It is also accompanied by Mr. Huang on the pillow.

A few minutes later, Sun Wenqu's good night came back, and it was matched with the boy with bared teeth before. Fang Chi laughed for a long time after seeing it, and almost lost his sleepiness.

Back to school to start making up lessons, on the first day I can still feel a bit of the Chinese New Year atmosphere, students with puffy faces, students chatting about New Year's money, students who lament that the winter vacation is as short as the weekend...

Two days later, the New Year flavor brought by these things completely disappeared, and everyone returned to the days of being buried in a pile of books or listening to lectures or sleeping.

Fang Chi gritted his teeth and pulled himself out of the person who often slept. Sun Wenqu was right. No one in the family had any expectations or expectations for him, except grandma who was looking forward to the great-grandson...

After graduating, go back to the county, help out in the store, get a... girlfriend, get married and have children, he doesn't need much achievement, just healthy and safe.

This is not what he wants, although he doesn't know what he wants, but it is definitely not a life that makes him fall into deep fear and sorrow just thinking about it like this, so he has to fight.

The people in the class are now slowly developing towards two extremes. They want to work harder and harder, and those who dawdle are getting more and more lazy.

Fang Chi would think of Sun Wenqu every day when he was lying on the desk and reading a book in self-study class, especially when he got stuck on a question, he would habitually make room for it.

But now there is no Sun Wenqu to tell him, he can only come back to eat after finishing, or ask Liang Xiaotao, Liang Xiaotao is quite interesting, no matter how busy he is, as long as Fang Chi opens his mouth, she will stop and tell.

But when it comes to the level of lectures, Sun Wenqu is still very good, and he can understand with a few simple sentences.

When he came home from school, he walked with Xiao Yiming, and every day he went to buy a pack of fried chestnuts with sugar. Fang Chi had no special preference for this stuff, but Xiao Yiming was addicted to it. It was like this before, and Fang Chi kept eating along with it. .

"The physics teacher in the class is from No. [-] Middle School. He is very good. I have attended the class twice, and I feel that the explanation is very clear." Xiao Yiming said while eating chestnuts, "Would you like to listen to it? The teacher said You can try a class."

"Okay, when?" Fang Chi nodded.

"Tomorrow, there will be classes tomorrow." Xiao Yiming said.

"Okay." Fang Chi responded.

When he got home, Mr. Huang didn't push the bowl or remove the cat food, but put it in his slippers.

"Are you sick?" Fang Chi dropped his schoolbag and picked it up. He looked lively, his nose and eyes looked normal, "Why are you so obedient?"

For the first time, Mr. Huang didn't wave his paw in his hand, but hugged his fingers.

"Are you afraid that I will draw lots for you?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "Let me tell you, I don't like this."

Mr. Huang climbed onto his shoulder along his arm, and when Fang Chi sat on the sofa to change his shoes, Mr. Huang got into his coat.

"Hey?" Fang Chi was really surprised, "What's wrong with you?"

Of course, Mr. Huang would not answer him, but he was nestled in his coat and did not move, which made him unable to take off his coat. He was afraid that Mr. Huang would have no place to curl up and scratch him if he took it off.

After hesitating for a long time, he carried Mr. Huang into the room, quickly changed into a vest, put on a tracksuit over it, and stuffed Mr. Huang into the clothes again.

Mr. Huang curled up comfortably and didn't scratch him.

Fang Chi looked down at it for a long time, then sighed softly: "Did you miss Sun Wenqu?"

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Since he said good night that day, he hasn't contacted Sun Wenqu again. The main reason is that he has nothing to do. He doesn't know what to say when he does. His daily life is only school and this room. , nothing else, reading books, endorsing books, doing questions and sleeping after class, there is nothing to say about these unchanging contents.

The point is, Sun Wenqu never contacted him.

Sun Wenqu had been staring at the pot on the table for almost an hour. Although he didn't check the time, he could almost guess it in his heart.

He didn't know whether the feeling of this pot was what that person wanted, but it was almost what he wanted to express.

Simple shape, simple color, so simple that it seems that there is nothing to see at first glance.

But every radian, every line, every color comes from his countless revisions and corrections.

Hard work, but really hard work.

The phone rang.

Sun Wenqu sat on the recliner and touched his phone. Ma Liang contacted him and would not send a message. It could only be Fang Chi.

Fang Chi sent a voice message.

"Boss Huang seems to miss you."

Also included a photo.

The first thing Sun Wenqu saw was Fang Chi's tight chest muscles under his vest, and then he saw the protagonist of the photo, Mr. Huang in Fang Chi's coat.

Sun Wenqu cleared his throat, coughed lightly, and replied with a voice: "You finally influenced it, right?"

I don't know, it suddenly happened today, motherfucker.Fang Chi didn't speak again.

Sun Wenqu smiled, held up the phone and pressed it casually at himself, and then sent it.

This photo gave Mr. Huang a solution to his lovesickness.

There was no movement on Fang Chi's side, and Sun Wenqu swayed slightly on the chair, continuing to stare at the pot on the table, and there were still a few matching cups missing. After finishing it in the past few days, this set of things is considered complete. .

Next came the other two designs that Ma Liang asked him to help with, with no restrictions or requirements, and only one theme called "waiting".

Really literary.Sun Wen clicked his tongue.

What kind of wait.

wait for what.

It is the mood of waiting.

Still waiting.

Or the result of waiting.

The phone rang, and Fang Chi's message came.

I showed it to Mr. Huang, and I'm sleeping now.

Sun Wenqu laughed for a long time with his mobile phone, and sent a voice message back to Fang Chi: "I think your chocolate and sesame seeds are mushy, please send me a photo of you too."

I am not sesame paste and chocolate.Fang Chi came back.

You are their spokesperson, give me a positive face with a smile so that I can see the dimples.

Fang Chi was silent again, Sun Wenqu yawned, put down his phone and went downstairs.

Grandpa and grandma are already asleep, only the boy is in the living room. After the relatives left, grandpa moved the boy's nest to the sofa, where it is warm.

Sun asked him to go over, the boy looked up at him and wagged his tail.

"You know, your brother misses me." Sun Wenqu tapped his head lightly, and sighed again.

It was too cold today, Sun Wenqu just washed up and went back upstairs without taking a shower.

The phone screen was on, and he glanced at it, and there was a message from Fang Chi.

A photo of him smiling, with a frontal face and dimples visible.

Sun Wenqu looked at the photo and smiled. Fang Chi didn't know whether it was because he was embarrassed or forced to laugh. He didn't seem to have the usual simple and silly energy, but one corner of his mouth was hooked up, with a hint of stubbornness. Something like... a wild dog.

It was quite exciting, Sun Wenqu saved the photo in the phone album.

Check the calendar again.