flying dog

After school started, there were two more snowfalls, and it was very cold.

Fang Chi looked at the roadside flower beds every day, thinking about when spring would bloom and when he would see a flower.

But these flowers and plants have been quiet.

Fang Chi's review days are slowly getting on the right track. After class and evening self-study, he goes to cram school with Xiao Yiming three times a week. Lao Li has talked to him twice, and he is very pleased with his current state.

However, although he could endure the hard work, for a wild dog who grew up in the countryside and never studied seriously, this kind of life is indeed quite boring and depressing.

The only fun is to chat with Xiao Yiming when we come home from class. Just like before, Xiao Yiming actually talks a lot, and they usually talk with him while Fang Chi listens.

When the relationship first eased, he talked less and Fang Chi talked less, and he often got stuck before he could say a few words. Now it's much better. Fang Chi feels that as long as the two of them don't talk about the past, they don't talk about it. He is quite at ease with the "friend" who gave him a schoolbag and now lives at his grandparents' house.

He couldn't be as calm as Xiao Yiming, and he didn't know how both Xiao Yiming and Sun Wenqu could be so calm.

But he couldn't ask either.

Because he is not calm.

Dead knot.

"Bah," Xiao Yiming ate a chestnut and spat on the ground, "It's bad, I said it's big."

Fang Chi laughed twice: "Go and claim compensation."

"That's right," Xiao Yiming nodded, peeled off another one, and said while eating, "I have to claim compensation."

"Go, go and claim compensation." Fang Chi also responded, eating lively while walking.

"Why don't you pay ten coins?" Xiao Yiming said.

"Ten is enough? Twenty." Fang Chi said.

"Well, let's go."

"Go."

After the two finished talking, neither of them looked back, they continued to eat chestnuts with their heads down, and after a while Xiao Yiming turned to look at him: "Is your birthday this year?"

"However," Fang Chi said, "who still celebrates his birthday now."

"Well, let's just pass it on." Xiao Yiming nodded, "I'll celebrate my twentieth birthday next year."

"You still have to ask for a birthday present," Fang Chi said.

Xiao Yiming smiled: "That must be done, it's fine if you don't have to play, and if you don't have gifts, that's too cruel."

During this period of time, the contact with Sun Wenqu was still the same, very few, and I could only talk a few words a week, but with Sun Wenqu around, it was very convenient for grandparents to find him.

After separating from Xiao Yiming at the fork in the road, Fang Chi put on his earphones and was about to run for a while, when his cell phone rang in his pocket.

When he took it out and saw that it was Sun Wenqu's number, he couldn't help jumping forward slightly.

"get out of class is over?" Sun Wenqu's voice came out.

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"How is today?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"It's the same," Fang Chi sighed, "It's like this every day, and I have to make up lessons tomorrow."

"Did you say that the teacher gave a good lecture last time?" Sun asked Qu with a smile.

"It's not bad, it's about the same as you," Fang Chi smiled, "Anyway, I can understand."

"Isn't that great," Sun Wenqu said, "Grandma is talking to you."

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

Grandma didn't have any important points. She mainly asked if she had eaten well and if she had bought nutritional supplements. Fang Chi followed her all the way, and then grandpa came to talk.

Grandpa didn't know how to talk about this, so he happily told him about the interesting things these days, who bought a new car but knocked down the courtyard wall for the first time, and who got into a fight la or something.

Fang Chi listened with a smile, feeling very quiet in his heart.

But grandpa told him to cook, and hung up the phone before Fang Chi said to give Sun Wenqu the phone, which made Fang Chi a little restless.

Sun Wenqu called again soon: "Your grandpa is helping me save phone bills."

"His thinking is still at the stage of charging [-] yuan for two-way long-distance." Fang Chi said with a smile.

"Let me ask you," Sun Wenqu said, "How about the sesame paste? I think there are still sesame seeds. I want to get some for supper."

"...Let my grandpa make it for you." Fang Chi had no confidence in Sun Wenqu making sesame paste by himself.

"It should be very simple, the sesame seeds have been ground." Sun Wenqu said.

"I still need to put glutinous rice flour," Fang Chi hesitated, "Just...you put two spoonfuls of glutinous rice flour, five spoonfuls of sesame flour, and some sugar, just boil the milk and pour it in. If there is no milk, just put it in." Milk powder, then pour boiling water."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu said, and there was a "beep" sound from over there.

"What sound?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

"Recording, I recorded it, or I can't remember it." Sun Wenqu said.

"...I think you should let my grandpa do it for you. I always feel that you will get sick if you cook it yourself." Fang Chi said.

"I've finished it for you to see." Sun Wenqu smiled.

In the evening, Fang Chi was lying on the table writing unfinished papers for the evening self-study. Sun Wenqu sent a message with a photo, which was a bowl of sesame paste.

Fang Chi watched it for a long time, and then sent a voice message: "Why are you still putting sesame oil?"

"Your eyes are crying ghosts and gods, that's honey, I added a spoonful of honey." Sun Wenqu returned the voice.

Oh, it looks edible.

I'll eat first, you go to bed early, good night.

good night.

Fang Chi put down his phone, picked it up again after a while, and clicked on the sesame paste photo to look at.

This was taken by Sun Wenqu holding the bowl in his hand, and he stared at Sun Wenqu's thumb stuck on the side of the bowl for a long time.

Sun Wenqu is very particular, his nails are neatly manicured, clean, with a healthy light pink color.

good looking.

Fang Chi swiped forward again. The previous one was the photo that Sun Wenqu sent to Mr. Huang that day to "relieve the pain of lovesickness".

In the photo, Sun Wenqu was leaning on the recliner with his head tilted, his fingers resting on his forehead, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

The shooting is very casual. Every time Sun Wenqu takes pictures, he is very casual, but it always makes people feel comfortable.

Fang Chi sighed softly, put the phone aside, and put on the earphones.

As time goes by day by day, the teacher spends less and less time in class and lectures, and more time to do the questions non-stop. Fang Chi is buried in all kinds of papers and exercise sets every day, not to mention the chat in the self-study class It's too late, even talking to Liang Xiaotao who is sitting next to her has become less and less frequent.

I just chat with Xiao Yiming every day when I go home. I often don’t know what to say, and now I feel that my language function is almost degraded.

After school in the afternoon, he went to the supermarket to buy noodles. The cashier asked him if he had a membership card. He handed over the membership card and held back for a long time. When everyone swiped the membership card and returned it to him, he said: "There is no membership card." .”

The cashier girl laughed for a long time.

This day has passed.

Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

During this time, Sun Wenqu didn't call him, and his grandparents didn't contact him, so he was a bit empty, and he couldn't tell whether it was because he missed his grandparents or Sun Wenqu.

But I want to call Sun Wenqu, but it's still the same as before, I don't know what to say, I stay with Sun Wenqu face to face, and I can chat for a long time without saying a word, but I can't do this on the phone.

depressed.

"What, when are you going back to the countryside?" Ma Liang asked while sitting on the sofa.

"Tomorrow," Sun asked Qu to look at the calendar, "Will you take me back tomorrow morning?"

"No," Ma Liang threw the car keys to him, "drive by yourself, drive back."

"Where should I stop when I drive back?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"Back, the back yard," Ma Liang said, "The back of his house, the entrance to the back yard, is so big."

"Let's talk about it," Sun Wenqu threw the key on the table, "Go to dinner, don't go out this afternoon, let's talk about the future design."

"Don't talk, just listen, you." Ma Liang said.

"I didn't listen to you, but you have to listen to what I think about mine." Sun Wenqu said.

"Yeah." Ma nodded.

"The chat should be finished before five o'clock in the afternoon. I have something to do tonight." Sun Wenqu said again.

Ma Liang glanced at him: "Thousands of miles, looking for a son?"

"It's his birthday today," Sun Wenqu said, "I'll treat him to dinner by the way."

"It's so clear, tomorrow morning, can I go, can I go?" Ma Liang laughed.

"Old rascal," Sun Wenqu pointed at him, "Your wife must be wearing a steam eye mask to fall in love with you."

"You're definitely not, no problem," Ma Liang smiled, "I'm afraid he won't be able to hold it, so you can't beat him."

Sun Wenqu was overjoyed when he heard this, and laughed on the sofa: "If he had the guts, he would have done it long ago."

"Eat, go eat." Ma Liang stood up and threw his coat on him.

At noon, Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang didn't go to any fancy restaurants, so they ate instant boiled mutton in the small street outside the studio.

Immediately after eating, he returned to the studio. Sun Wenqu put the folders he brought on the table, took out a dozen design drawings and spread them on the table.

"Hey," Ma Liang rubbed his eyes, "you learn to use..."

"Don't learn, if you don't like it, let your people go to the computer to read it slowly," Sun Wenqu arranged the design drawings by number, "You listen to me now."

"You one, one point," Ma Liang smiled, "like the old man."

"I'm too lazy to learn," Sun Wenqu put his hands on the table, "He can't learn."

Ma Liang smiled and nodded.

Sun Wenqu didn't talk to him, just took the blueprint and started to talk about his thoughts: "I don't know where you come up with such a hypocritical theme, wait, it makes my teeth ache, I think so... ..."

Ma Liang lay down on the table and looked at the picture.

"This can only be realized by a group of works," Sun Wenqu pointed his fingers on the paper, "I originally thought about making something very straightforward like a husband-watching stone, but I thought it was boring, waiting for this thing to be proud There will be a taste, what are you waiting for, how are you waiting."

"En." Ma Liang responded.

"Waiting for love is the easiest thing to do," Sun Wenqu continued, "but it's boring and nothing new. It's better to wait for you to grow up."

"Grow up." Ma Liang immediately gave a thumbs up.

Sun Wenqu also gave him a thumbs up, and Ma Liang could always understand what he meant immediately.

Sun Wenqu is a bit egoistic when he is working. He needs someone to listen to what he says, his thoughts, and his performance.

This is his fault, but Ma Liang is particularly in tune with him on this point, and every question that interrupts him hits the point.

He likes this feeling, and it is much more pleasant than communicating with his father.

Of course, he never had such an exchange with his father.

Usually, as soon as he opened his mouth, his father would wave his hand: "Don't talk about what you have and what you don't have."

No matter how many thoughts he had in his mind, he couldn't speak any more.

This time his ideas were just ideas, and the pictures were just ideas, so it didn't take long. After drinking two glasses of water, the talk was almost done.

"It's feasible." Ma Liang only gave two words.

"Then I will continue." Sun Wenqu said.

"Let's sign, sign a letter of intent..." Ma Liang said.

"No need," Sun Wenqu interrupted him. The tension and excitement before had disappeared, and he returned to a lazy state, leaning on the sofa, "I'm helping."

"It's hard work." Ma Liang frowned.

"Let's talk about it," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I haven't made up my mind yet, don't make it so formal, it makes me feel like a cooperation later on."

"I want to fart, but I didn't let you sell yourself, sell yourself," Ma Liang sighed, "It's all right, as you want, as you want."

Speaking of prostitution, Sun Wenqu thought of Fang Chi, touched his phone to check the time: "I have to go."

"School?" Ma Liang looked at him.

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu got up, put on his coat, and tidied up all the papers on the table.

"Tell him, have you?" Ma Liang asked.

"I didn't say anything, I said I was afraid it would affect his review," Sun Wenqu said, "I'll be there for a while as a surprise, and I'll be back tomorrow. I think his review seems to be very stressful for a while."

"Then you release it for him, let it go?" Ma Liang smiled meaningfully.

"Let me tell you, sooner or later I have to tell Hu Yuanyuan that you can't let go of my harassment," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I'm leaving, call me if you have anything to do."

"Well," Ma Liang responded, stopped him after thinking about it, got up and took out a gift box from the cabinet next to him, "Give it to my eldest nephew, take it there."

"What is this?" Sun asked Qu to take it.

"Participate," Ma Liang said, "Refresh, refresh."

"Then it's fine for me to eat." Sun Wenqu said.

"No, shameless, grab something from the kid." Ma Liang looked at him with contempt.

"There are too many, give me some," Sun Wenqu also stared at him, "The one who snatched you, you are not a child, Brother Liangzi."

"Shameless." Ma Liang took out another box from the cabinet and handed it to him.

"Let's go." Sun Wenqu took it with a smile and turned around to leave the door.

When the car drove to the gate of Fang Chi's school, it was just after school, but it seemed that the seniors hadn't come out yet, so Sun Wenqu parked the car in a temporary parking space opposite the school gate, and looked at the school gate through the car window.

About half an hour later, all the first and second graders were gone, and only then did I start to see the third graders coming out. The third graders were easy to recognize, and all of them looked tired, as if they had just finished a day and hadn't recovered. , walking slower than the schoolmates.

Sun Wenqu got out of the car and leaned against the car door with his hands in his pockets.

When Fang Chi came out, he saw it at a glance. The earphones on Fang Chi's neck were too obvious.

Looking at it this way, Fang Chi's mental outlook can be regarded as quite good, his face is a little tired, but he stands upright, chatting with the students next to him while walking out, with a smile on his mouth.

quite handsome.

Sun Wenqu took out his mobile phone and dialed Fang Chi's number, and continued to look at him while waiting for the call to connect.

Today Fang Chi was wearing a short gray down jacket and jeans, which made his legs look very long.

After walking two steps, the phone was connected. Fang Chi lowered his head and took out the phone from his pocket to take a look, and quickly answered the phone: "Hello?"

"get out of class is over?" Sun asked Qu.

"Well, I just left school," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I'm about to eat fried chestnuts."

"Happy birthday." Sun Wenqu looked at him.

Fang Chi's steps paused: "How do you know?"

"Grandma said," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Did she remember correctly?"

"That's right," Fang Chi said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Are there any plans for today? A birthday party or something." Sun Wenqu looked at Fang Chi's back as he was walking away, turned around and got into the car, plugged in his earphones, and started the car to follow.

"No," Fang Chi rubbed his nose, looked at the students who were walking around him, "when is this, where is the time for birthdays?"

"You should have a good meal." Sun Wenqu suddenly heard happy birthday music.

"...Is this the music you played in your laptop?" Fang Chi laughed.

"No, in the car." Sun Wenqu said.

"In the car? What car? Where are you?" Fang Chi was taken aback. Sun Wenqu's car was not at grandparents' house, and Ma Liang went again?

"Let's go back," Sun Wenqu said, "It's been a long time."

Fang Chi didn't speak, and after a pause of two seconds, he turned his head abruptly, and saw the red beetle driving slowly by the side of the road a few meters behind him.

"I rely on?" His voice was a little out of tune.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yiming asked beside him.

"My...friend." Fang Chi looked at the car that had stopped in front of him.

The car window was down, and Sun Wenqu waved at him.

"Oh, then I'll go first." Xiao Yiming said.

"Don't," Fang Chi finally came to his senses, "Get in the car together, and he will see you off."

"No," Xiao Yiming smiled, and said in a low voice, "It's too strenuous to get on this bus, and you have to climb to get to the back seat. I'll take a stroll there and take the bus."

He patted Fang Chi on the shoulder and said again: "Happy birthday."

Xiao Yiming walked about ten steps before Fang Chi walked to the side of the car, bent down to look inside, and made sure that he was not dazzled, and that the driver was Sun Wenqu.

"Why are you back?" Fang Chi couldn't express how he felt at the moment, he was surprised, happy, and he couldn't control the corners of his mouth, he felt that he had to pull it with his hands.

"Get in the car," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm still cold if you're not cold."

"Oh." Fang Chi opened the door and got into the car.

As soon as the car door and window were closed, Fang Chi immediately felt warm on his body, and he didn't know whether it was because of the warmth in the car or because he was in a good mood.

Sun Wenqu turned around in the car and said, "Take you to eat some good Bubu."

"Why are you back?" Fang Chi asked again, "Didn't tell me in advance! My grandparents didn't tell me either!"

"I let you know, can I still see you like this?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him with the corner of his mouth hooked, "Are you surprised?"

"...Surprise," Fang Chi scratched his head in embarrassment, then laughed after thinking about it, "Why are you like this?"

"What kind?" Sun Wenqu asked with a smile.

"I don't know," Fang Chi leaned against the car window and laughed a few more times before turning his head, "When did you come back?"

"In the morning, I asked Liangzi to talk about something, and then I came here." Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "I thought you were haggard after studying for so long, but it looks okay."

"Sleep so deliciously, where can I be haggard," Fang Chi said with a smile, and knocked on the car window after thinking about it, "Hey!"

"What?" Sun asked and laughed.

"No," Fang Chi rubbed his nose, "I'm just happy, it's too unexpected, and I said it's just a birthday."

"It's okay, I have to." Sun Wenqu turned off the happy birthday song, "I'm 15 years old."

"Yes." Fang Chi was delighted when he heard it.

"Do you want to study by yourself at night?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"I'm uncomfortable." Fang Chi said.

"That's not good, it will delay your review." Sun Wenqu said with a serious face.

"It's too fake," Fang Chi smiled, "It's okay to delay for a day."

"Then take a good rest today, I'll take you to a very comfortable place." Sun Wenqu stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped forward and drove out.

"Where?" Fang Chi was a little curious.

"A restaurant that I particularly like," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "The restaurant that snakes like us like the most."

"Snakes like it best..." Fang Chi thought for a while, "A mouse?"

"Hey! Shut up!" Sun Wenqu yelled.

Fang Chi couldn't help laughing, and took out his mobile phone: "What's the name, let me look it up?"

"The restaurant is called lying down." Sun Wenqu said.

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned holding the phone.

"Lie down, Teang lie down, lie down," Sun Wenqu said.