flying dog

Sun Wenqu didn't wake up early in the morning, more than an hour later than usual. He had a bit of insomnia in the past two days of Fang Chi's exam. He didn't know whether it was because he was worried about Fang Chi or subconsciously filled in the vacancy he had back then.

When I got up, my grandparents had finished playing Baduanjin and started to work. Grandma was sweeping the front yard, and grandpa was wandering around in the small vegetable field outside the backyard.

Sun Wenqu went to the rooftop and looked in from the window. Fang Chi was still asleep with his head tilted in all directions. During this time, he probably suffered from severe sleep deprivation, and he would not be able to recover within a few days.

The kid followed behind him, and Sun Wenqu "shushed" at him: "Don't bark."

There is an open space outside the backyard. Grandpa Kaichun planted a lot of vegetables there, and he can pick them anytime he eats for himself.

Sun Wenqu took the boy to the small vegetable field, where he wanted to pick some vegetables.

"Why are you here?" Grandpa was picking beans, pointing to his shoes when he saw him, "I stepped on the mud in a while."

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu walked over to the shelf behind his grandfather, "I'll pick some vegetables, and I'll cook something for lunch, you can try it."

"Yo," grandpa laughed, "you know how to cook?"

"There will be one," Sun Wenqu said, "but I haven't been fired for many years."

"What vegetables do you want to pick?" Grandpa asked him.

"Tomatoes," Sun Wenqu pointed to the tomato shelf in front, "I saw some ripe ones a few days ago."

"Pick it," Grandpa laughed loudly when he heard it, "Isn't it scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

"...Yes." Sun Wen nodded.

"Okay," said grandpa with a smile, "is this the only dish I learned from your mother?"

Sun Wenqu smiled, "Yes."

That's right, as Fang Chi said, all he has to do is scramble eggs with tomatoes.

But I didn't learn this dish from my mother. My mother has been a scholarly family since she was a child, and she has never been in the kitchen a few times. It is impossible to cook.

He learned this dish from Ma Liang.

During the years when Ma Liang learned how to make pottery with his father, the two of them were happiest when their father was cooking and eating in the small kitchen of the studio when he was away.

He doesn't know how to cook. The only thing Ma Liang can cook is scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He cooks them frequently, usually used to mix noodles or cover rice. Sun Wenqu always thinks it is better than the dishes made by the nanny.

Maybe it's because Dad isn't there every time we eat.

There were four people in total. Sun Wenqu estimated that he picked five tomatoes, and after thinking about it, he picked another one. The tomatoes he grew himself did not use pesticides or chemical fertilizers, so they were not big, but they were very fresh and sweet.

He took the tomatoes to wash, and ate one himself first, which was good.

There are also eggs, and they are all native eggs.

then……

Sun Wenqu lined up the tomatoes and eggs in two rows on the counter, and then what should he do?

Oh cut.

Sun Wenqu reached for the knife from the knife holder, but stopped again.

This knife holder should be hand-built by grandpa. It is simple, practical, and ventilated, but the knives on it... are all huge. There are three kitchen knives, one is bigger than the other.

He hesitated for a moment and picked up each one and weighed them. They were all very heavy, and he couldn't tell what they were for.

After looking at each one for a long time, he turned around and was going to ask his grandfather.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Fang Chi leaning against the door, yawning and looking at him, with Mr. Huang on his arm.

"When did you get up?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, then looked at Mr. Huang who was hanging on Fang Chi's arm as if someone had locked his throat, "I'm going to be strangled to death by you."

"No, I'm hugging a squeaky nest." Fang Chi lifted Mr. Huang up to demonstrate, "It's too fat to hug."

"Your knife," Sun Wenqu asked him, "Which one is for cutting vegetables?"

"I don't know." Fang Chi glanced at the desk and was happy, "Is it really scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Grandma!" Fang Chi turned his head and shouted into the yard, "Which knife is for cutting vegetables——"

Fang Chi seemed to be in a good mood after a good night's sleep. Sun Wenqu wanted to cover his ears when he yelled out this voice, and Mr. Huang, who was hanging on his arm, struggled frantically.

Grandma entered the kitchen and introduced to Sun Wenqu which knife to cut vegetables and which pot to fry, and then said worriedly: "Can you do it? Don't use the earthen stove. You can directly use the induction cooker to fry for a while. I'm afraid you'll burn the kitchen down..."

"Yes," Sun Wenqu said, "Grandma, don't worry."

"I don't think I can rest assured. It's just one dish, and it starts to be tossed about an hour before the meal. Is this something done by someone who can cook?" Grandma muttered and left the kitchen, "What does it take to cook a dish in an hour?" People who don't know..."

"Do you want me to help?" Fang Chi kept laughing.

"You, take this fat eunuch and the one drooling outside the door, just take them away." Sun Wenqu took a knife and prepared to cut tomatoes, "Don't follow here."

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded, grabbed Mr. Huang, whistled at the boy, and went to the backyard to play.

Sun Wenqu picked up this heavy Qinglong Yanyue Knife, took a tomato and put it away, and chopped it down with one knife, it was okay, and it felt good.

In the past, he and Ma Liang used fruit knives to cut tomatoes, but now they feel that cutting tomatoes is quite easy with a large kitchen knife.

Fang Chi was chatting with his grandfather in the vegetable field in the backyard. In half an hour, he answered seven or eight calls, all of which were from his classmates. He planned to play wildly for a few days before scoring.

Fang Chi didn't have this last crazy impulse before the verdict. He is quite relaxed now, and he didn't have any pressure. He has worked hard for more than half a year. Although he has expectations, it will be a problem for him to get a higher score or a lower score. surprise.

Another part of this relief comes from the conversation with Sun Wenqu yesterday.

Ordinarily, he chatted a few words casually, but he didn't talk about any flowers, but he seemed to have pulled away the cotton that had been clogging his chest.

He finally told someone, not tacitly, but clearly stated, discussed, even if there is no solution, at this moment, he still feels relaxed.

Sun Wenqu started cooking his dishes almost an hour in advance, but he came out with grandma when grandma entered the kitchen and finished all the dishes for lunch.

"It's time to eat," grandma called, "come and see the dishes made in the canal."

Fang Chi immediately entered the room, walked quickly to the table, and saw the red and yellow scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the petal plate that Sun Wenqu had made before.

Looks good, the color is bright, and it smells nice.

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu: "It seems delicious?"

"I think so too," Sun Wenqu nodded with a smile, "I wanted to eat it when I was frying it, so hold back."

"Thank me quickly, take a sugar jar and pour it in, it's as if it's not in vain," said grandma, "If I didn't stop me, it would be a plate of fried tomatoes with sugar, which can make your throat squishy."

"Thank you grandma." Sun Wenqu said immediately.

The first dish that Fang Chi sat down was Sun Wenqu's masterpiece. This was the first time he had a dish made by a person like Sun Wenqu who seemed to have never been able to cook in his life.

The taste is not bad, except that the cut of the tomatoes is hard to bear, and the size is irregular, everything else is very good. Fang Chi took two spoonfuls and mixed them into the rice, and the whole bowl of rice was wiped out in a few mouthfuls. .

"Shuiqu is a pretty good dish, I like it." Grandpa said while eating.

"He just said that he used to do it all the time, and he has practiced it." Grandma said with a smile.

"There is a specialization in art, and it takes ten years to hone a sword," Sun Wenqu said, and then leaned into Fang Chi's ear and asked softly, "Is it delicious?"

Fang Chi nodded and said in a low voice, "Yes."

After eating, Fang Chi felt a little hot. In the past, he would usually stay by the mountains and rivers in such weather, blowing the wind, swimming and having fun.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs and hesitated whether to ask Sun Wenqu to go with him. Sun Wenqu went upstairs as soon as he finished his meal. He probably had some urgent work to do. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to ask him to play at this moment?

The location of the stairs is the warmest place in the living room in winter, because it is in the corner, and it is the hottest place in summer. He felt like he was sweating after standing for a while, so he ran upstairs.

The door of Sun Wenqu's room was not closed, so he glanced in. Sun Wenqu was sitting at the table looking at the pile of blueprints.

"You..." Fang Chi coughed lightly, "Going to work?"

"Huh?" Sun asked Qu and turned his head, "No, why?"

"Are you hot?" Fang Chi tugged at his collar and shook, "If you want to be hot... I'll go into the mountains, do you want to go?"

"Mountain climbing?" Sun Wenqu was taken aback.

"If you don't climb, just, it's cool in the mountains, and there's still water." Fang Chi scratched his head.

"Okay," Sun Wenqu stood up, "Yesterday's mosquito repellent, grandma's, is there any more?"

"Yes, I'll get you a bottle." Fang Chi smiled, turned and walked to his room, "Will it work?"

"Well, I was only bitten twice in one night." Sun Wenqu looked at his back.

It's a bit hot today, so Fang Chi changed into a black vest after dinner, and a pair of gray sweatpants on his lower body. It looks... his legs are really long.

And the muscles... so beautiful.

Fang Chi originally wanted to take Mr. Huang with him, but after Mr. Huang became fat, Sun Wenqu felt that his hands were sore after holding it for a long time. Now it is hot and there is no clothes to carry it, so he only brought the boy.

Mr. Huang didn't mind at all, and it didn't really want to go out at first, squinting its eyes and purring comfortably on Sun Wenqu's design drawing like a big meatloaf.

The two took the boy all the way to the back of the village, and greeted people from the same village.

Sun Wenqu has been here for half a year. Many people in the village know him, and many people still have Spring Festival couplets written by him pasted at the gates of their yards.

"You are about to become a member of our village." Fang Chi said.

"That's great," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I've been living comfortably these past few months, and I'm really reluctant to leave."

"Then don't leave," Fang Chi said smoothly, and felt that it was not appropriate after speaking, "You can come back after you leave."

"You," Sun Wenqu pinched the back of his neck, "Have you figured out how to apply for volunteering? Didn't you read the materials sent by the school?"

"I don't know, I have never thought about it," Fang Chi lowered his head, "I thought about it before, learning sports or something."

"Sure, if you go to the Sports University, you can go home to see your grandpa on weekends." Sun Wenqu said with a smile, although the Sports University is in a neighboring city, but it is not far away, it may not be possible on weekends, but there are three days off You can run back and forth easily.

"I didn't think about it, that's the first one," Fang Chi scratched his head, "I was thinking about taking the second one, or something like a sports institute..."

"Aren't you going to be the number one in the exam? Why are you so unconfident?" Sun Wenqu put his arm on his shoulder, "Have you thought about any major?"

"No." Fang Chi was a little dazed when he mentioned these things, "How about...do you have time to help me take a look?"

"I want to eat fish, the big ones," Sun Wenqu said. "Your grandparents have been busy cultivating vegetable fields these days, so they didn't go to a fair or anything. There's no fish to eat."

"Huh?" Fang Chi was taken aback by his sudden change of subject, "Fish?"

"Yeah, I want to eat fish, big fish." Sun Wenqu looked at him.

Fang Chi stared at him for about ten seconds before he realized: "Do you want me to take you to the market or help you go to Grandpa Jiang's house to get a fish?"

"It's too late for the market." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"This circle is so long that I can climb two mountains," Fang Chi sighed, "If you don't help me see, if you want to eat fish, I will help you get it."

"It's fun," Sun Wenqu said, "Grass carp is fine, it has very few spines."

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, "Braised in soy sauce, sweet and sour, steamed, my grandfather is good at all of them."

"Braised in soy sauce, braised in soy sauce," Sun Wenqu rubbed his belly, "ah."

As soon as we entered the small forest on the side of the mountain, the sun that was blinding our eyes was suddenly covered with light spots, and the temperature dropped, which was quite cool.

"Your grandfather and I went up the mountain from here that day," Sun Wenqu pointed to the road ahead, "but we didn't reach the top."

"We don't climb mountains today, it's too hot," Fang Chi moved his arms, "I'll take you to play in the water, I always went there when I was young."

"That creek?" Sun asked, looking at him.

"How about the creek, it can't move," Fang Chi led him along another fork, "This road doesn't go up the mountain, but can go around the back mountain, where the water is deep."

The mountain is quite high, but the area is not large. Although the road to the back mountain is not easy to walk, but it didn't take long to go around. The back mountain is quite large and covered with bamboo.

A gust of mountain wind blew over, and Fang Chi stopped: "Listen."

When the wind blows through the bamboo forest, the bamboo around you shakes slightly, the bamboo leaves rub against each other and make a soft rustling sound, and there are occasional clicking sounds when the bamboo swings.

Peaceful and cool sound.

"Does it sound good?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I don't see how you can still pay attention to these things."

"I grew up here, these voices are mine..." Fang Chi thought for a while, "Nostalgia, right?"

"Yes," Sun Wenqu walked into the bamboo forest, stepped on the bamboo leaves all over the ground for a while, and heard the sound of water, "Is there water in front?"

"There is a super small and super thin waterfall," Fang Chi chuckled twice, "I call it a waterfall."

Fang Chi's so-called waterfall is actually a small stream flowing down from the mountain. When it arrived here, it was blocked by a big rock and fell into a small pool two meters below.

What Fang Chi calls a waterfall is actually a thin stream of water.

This pool is not big, only a quarter of the size of a basketball court, but it looks quite deep, and there are some bamboo leaves floating on the water, which looks quite poetic.

Standing by the pool, Sun Wenqu vaguely remembered that he might have painted a similar painting, but he didn't remember when he painted it, bamboo forest, stream, hot summer afternoon.

"Can you swim?" Fang Chi's voice came from above.

Sun Wenqu followed the voice and found that Fang Chi had already climbed onto the big rock and stood on the top of the "waterfall".

"Yes...no...probably..." Sun Wenqu looked at him, "Yes?"

"Is it possible or not?" Fang Chi was amused.

"It will happen in the swimming pool," Sun Wenqu said, "I've never swam in water other than the swimming pool... You don't want to go into the water, do you?"

"Why don't you think how to play with water?" Fang Chi raised his hand and took off his vest, "I want to jump from here."

"What should I do if I knocked my head?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, without caring to look at Fang Chi's beautiful abdominal muscles, he lowered his head to look at the pool first, "How deep is the water?"

"Two or three meters," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I haven't knocked my head... Do you want to come up and feel it?"

Sun Wenqu is not afraid of water or heights, but he is still a little worried about jumping off a two-meter-high rock in a random pool in the mountains.

When I climbed up the rock and stood in the rushing stream and looked down, I felt a little dizzy for no reason.

"It's not that tall, is it?" Fang Chi stood behind him.

"Theoretically, it's not very tall, just a head taller than me standing," Sun Wenqu looked down, "but standing in the water feels different, and jumping into the water feels even more different. The point is that it's not a swimming pool... What do you think will happen if my foot slips?"

"If you go down, you will go down, and you will come up as soon as you step on the water," Fang Chi said with a smile, and put his hand on Sun Wenqu's waist, "Are you a little scared?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu turned his head to look at him, "You have to know, I have never been wild since I was a child."

"I know," Fang Chi smiled, "You are very delicate."

"Will you push me down?" Sun asked him with a tut.

"Do you think I'm the one who does this kind of thing?" Fang Chi also clicked his tongue.

Sun Wenqu turned his head and looked at him seriously again: "You, you are not very old, but you are quite reliable, that is... let me think about it."

"Even if you slide down now, I can still pull you up." Fang Chi said.

"Well, that's what it means," Sun Wenqu laughed, "But I really thought you were just playing with water when you said you were playing with water."

"Does it mean that the two of us sat in a row by the water, soaked our feet in the water, and played with the water with our feet?" Fang Chi squinted at him, "You dudes are so young when they play with water?"

"Are you going to apprentice with your uncle Liangzi?" Sun Wenqu was amused.

Fang Chi also laughed with him, probably because he passed the college entrance examination all of a sudden, and suddenly he said something to Sun Wenqu, and suddenly he felt a little relaxed.

Suddenly I wanted to laugh, and I couldn't stop laughing.

In order to prevent Le Dafa from pushing Sun Wenqu into the pool, he put his arms around Sun Wenqu's waist and pulled him towards him.

The distance between them was not too far, and Sun Wenqu's back was directly pressed against his body.

Fang Chi's laughter didn't stop, but it gradually became intermittent, and then it turned into a dry laugh, and after a few dry laughs, the sound disappeared.

"Why aren't you laughing?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and said.

"...I can't laugh anymore." Fang Chi cleared his throat.

This time it was Sun Wenqu's turn to start laughing, quite happily, and couldn't stop for a long time.

"Stop laughing." Fang Chi said.

"I might have eaten Xuan Mai." Sun Wenqu said happily.

Fang Chi sighed softly, and after a pause, he put his arms around Sun Wenqu and kissed him on the neck.

Sun Wenqu's laughter paused.

Fang Chi looked at his neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

Sun Wenqu still had the heel bone hanging around his neck, and it was tied with a small black leather rope. It matched his collarbone against his fair skin, making him look very sexy.

Fang Chi raised his hand slowly, and hooked his fingertips in the socket of his collarbone.

Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes and scratched Fang Chi's arm that was still around his waist.

"I'll...jump first." Fang Chi said suddenly.

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu was stunned for a while, this feeling was a bit similar to that day when Fang Chi fell asleep after flirting.

"I'll show you a jump, to show... a demonstration." Fang Chi said.

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu felt that it was really memorable for him to meet such a miraculous person.

Before he could speak again, Fang Chi had already let go of his arms and stepped in front of him.

Then he took off the big underpants he was wearing, and jumped down without hesitation in his underwear.

Fang Chi's jump was a bit sudden, and he didn't make any preparations. Sun Wenqu was still in a daze and didn't make a sound. He had already drawn an arc in the air and plunged into the pool below.

Sun Wenqu felt that jumping into the water between mountains and fields should be like going straight up and down, or smashing the water with his butt while holding his legs.

Unexpectedly, Fang Chi jumped out of a pretty standard diving posture, and the splashes were not too much.

"Yes, you!" Sun Wenqu poked his head out of the pool and shouted.

Fang Chi hadn't made his appearance yet, the one who appeared on the surface of the water before him was his...underpants.

Sun Wenqu's praise suddenly turned into laughter. When he saw Fang Chi's hand stretched out of the water and grabbed his underwear, he laughed so hard that he squatted in the stream.

"Come down," Fang Chi's head came out of the water, he shook the water, his body was still in the water, he was probably wearing his pants, "you jump down, I promise I won't laugh at you."