flying dog

Xiao Yiming didn't say anything else, and after walking to the river with Fang Chi, he found a shaded place and sat down, looking at the few people bouncing about in the river like boiled dumplings. .

Fang Chi looked at the boy running back and forth by the river, and his heart was not very calm like the river.

He knew that Xiao Yiming could see it, maybe Xiao Yiming had felt it before there was Sun Wenqu, that's why he said those things to him.

Now his relationship with Sun Wenqu is probably even more clear to Xiao Yiming.

It's just that Xiao Yiming has always been like this, and he doesn't want to say anything that he dislikes, so Xiao Yiming won't say much, even when he is helpless and wants some kind of support from the same kind, he still won't say much.

"Actually," Fang Chi took out a cigarette from his pocket. He had bought this cigarette for a long time, and he smoked one after another. Until today, there was only the last one left. He took it out and lit it. He squeezed the cigarette case into a ball in his hand, "Did you see it?"

"Are you with Uncle Sun?" Xiao Yiming asked.

Fang Chi was amused by his uncle's words, almost choked, and coughed for a long time: "Yes."

"I'm just guessing," Xiao Yiming smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "the first time he came to give you a schoolbag, I..."

"There was nothing at that time," Fang Chi interrupted him, "that is to send schoolbags."

"Oh," Xiao Yiming glanced at him, and said again after a long pause, "Then now?"

"Ah." Fang Chi responded, and whistled to the other side of the river.

The boy rushed over and lay down in front of him.

"You..." Xiao Yiming didn't seem to know what to say, and after opening his mouth, there was no sound again.

"Huh?" Fang Chi stroked the boy's head.

"Are you going to tell your family?" Xiao Yiming asked softly.

"I want to say it," Fang Chi frowned, "but I dare not say it now... I have to say it."

"Then his family...do you know? Has he come out?" Xiao Yiming asked again.

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, "but he has a bad relationship with his family, so I guess we'll talk about it after we talk about it."

Xiao Yiming sighed softly.

The two fell silent again, looking at the people in the river together.

"Let's talk later if you can." Xiao Yiming lowered his head and picked at the rocks on the ground. The boy excitedly moved to his hand, and he handed the stone to the boy. "Give them some hints before this, don't be too sudden. It's getting out of hand like me."

"Have you given any hints? Before the family found out?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"No," Xiao Yiming smiled wryly, "I haven't planned to talk about it at all, and I don't want to have a boyfriend again. It doesn't matter if I say it or not."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, took the stone from the boy's mouth and threw it out, the boy chased after him yelling and brought it back to him and put it at his feet.

Fang Chi was neither surprised nor too surprised that Xiao Yiming had already guessed about him and Sun Wenqu...or guessed that he was of the same kind.

Xiao Yiming looked quite calm, didn't ask for details, and didn't have much emotion.

He chatted with Xiao Yiming for a long time, until the wrinkled people in the river went ashore with wrinkles on their bodies, then they stood up and walked home together.

Because everyone was very tired from playing, the place for the barbecue in the evening was next to the vegetable field in the backyard of Fang Chi's house. It was convenient to carry things, and it was also next to the water, which was romantic.

Grandparents prepared a lot of meat and vegetables in advance, and a group of people sat in the yard, resting and skewering meat. Although they were tired from playing in the water, they still chatted excitedly and couldn't stop.

Fang Chi stayed by the side for a while, and when he saw Xiao Yiming joining the skewers, he got up and went back upstairs.

The door of Sun Wenqu's room was not locked, and he opened it with a light twist.

"I'm coming in." He poked his head halfway in and saw that Sun Wenqu was still sitting at the table.

"Well," Sun Wenqu responded, "Are you back from playing?"

"Not playing," Fang Chi closed the door, walked behind him, "chat with Xiao Yiming for a while."

"Did you have a good chat?" Sun Wenqu was still walking on the paper with the pen in his hand.

Fang Chi didn't speak, he raised his leg and stepped over the back of the chair, forcibly squeezed behind Sun Wenqu and sat down, putting his arms around his waist.

Sun Wenqu smiled, and stroked his face back.

"Xiao Yiming's matter is not easy to resolve," Fang Chi said, turning his head and putting his face behind Sun Wenqu's shoulder, closing his eyes, "Maybe we will break with the family from now on."

"Everyone is doing multiple-choice questions." Sun Wenqu said.

"Huh?" Fang Chi didn't understand.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, and continued drawing with his head down.

Fang Chi didn't ask any more questions, and he felt a little sleepy. It made him feel very comfortable to stick to Sun Wenqu's shoulder like this, and he could feel the subtle changes in Sun Wenqu's muscles.

Sun Wenqu propped his arms on the table, staring at the drawing on the paper, making the final revisions.

Fang Chi seemed to be asleep. He had been lying on his back for 10 minutes without moving, and the arms around his waist had also relaxed, and his hands were on his legs.

Sun Wenqu sighed, his temper really got better and better.

His arms and shoulders were sore, but he still hadn't lifted Fang Chi away.

Maybe it's Fang Chi's mentality of being entangled in contradictions that makes him feel distressed. He didn't feel this way before, even if it was his boyfriend, he wouldn't think about who came out, whether it hurt or not. .

There is no choice for this kind of thing, there is no way to escape, just go, any sympathy, any distress, it is very hypocritical.

But when facing Fang Chi, he couldn't do this.

Fang Chi was very confused, so confused that he could tell at a glance, but he was very... serious.

This kid is indeed a serious person, even if it is a teasing contract, as long as he agrees, he will seriously execute it.

I can't tell if this character is good or bad.

In short, it will be harder than those who "think about it".

A cautiously fond, confused but firm, serious, little boy.

Sun Wenqu put down his pen and lay down on the table: "Hey, Fang Xiaochi."

Fang Chi followed him and leaned forward, but still lay on his back without moving.

"Your father's waist is going to be broken," Sun Wenqu said weakly lying on the table, "Do you believe I'll throw my elbow on the ground for you?"

"I don't believe it." Fang Chi said, his voice still had the nasal sound of just waking up.

Sun Wenqu felt a little hot for no reason, and touched his leg. Fang Chi retracted his arms and hugged him tightly.

His hand moved up to Fang Chi's waist.

Fang Chi's waist is very beautiful, with beautiful lines and no fat. His hands wrap around his waist to the front of his body and slide down his lower abdomen.

Fang Chi snorted very lowly, and at the same time lowered his arms around him, first touched through his pants, and then tucked into his pants.

"Huh?" Liang Xiaotao looked around while slowly skewering the meat, "How did you see Fang Chi? Where did you go?"

"Let's hide away." Xu Zhou said with a smile.

"This little bastard," grandma came out of the kitchen and walked into the living room, "my classmate is a guest at home, he doesn't care about anything, and even asks the guest to do some work, I'll tell him to go..."

Xiao Yiming stood up after him, rubbed the oil on his trousers, followed quickly into the living room and called out: "Grandma."

"Hey, Yiming," grandma turned around and looked at him with a smile, "what's the matter?"

"That," Xiao Yiming glanced upstairs, and whispered, "That's right, isn't Fang Chi's friend a Taoist?"

"Aqueduct? Yes, it's pottery. It's a good job. It can also write brush characters and play the erhu." Grandma said with a smile.

"Water...canal?" Xiao Yiming was stunned, "Oh, so I just asked Fang Chi to go up to help me and ask if it is possible to make a water...canal, and make a...a bottle for my house."

"Ah, so?" Grandma also glanced upstairs, "How long has it been?"

"Fang Chi said he was busy and might not have time," Xiao Yiming smiled, "I asked him to beg for me, and he was probably talking."

"Hey, what do you ask for? The canal is very easy to talk to." Grandma patted him, turned around and went to the backyard, "He also made me a few plates, which are very beautiful. Come and see them later, if you like them Ah, you just take two back."

"Thank you grandma." Xiao Yiming watched grandma exit the backyard door, took out his phone and sent Fang Chi a message.

"Paper," Sun Wenqu said, "on the bed."

"Oh, I'll get it." Fang Chi stood up from behind him and went to the bedside to get the paper.

The tissue box was held by Mr. Huang, and he was slapped by Mr. Huang when he pulled it out. He pointed to Mr. Huang: "Fat eunuch."

After the two finished tidying up, Sun Wenqu turned his hands behind his back and touched the clothes on his lower back: "You didn't get my clothes on, did you?"

"No." Fang Chi felt a little embarrassed, and then took a look at the phone that had just rang.

A message from Xiao Yiming.

-When I came down, I said I was going up to help me and asked your friend if he could make a bottle.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, and immediately came to his senses, and whispered, "Damn it."

"What's the matter?" Sun asked Qu and glanced at him.

Fang Chi handed the phone in front of him: "I guess my grandma is going to come up to find me... I rely on her to come up just now, what should I do?"

"The door is closed, your grandma always knocks when entering my house," Sun Wenqu patted his face, "It's okay, at most it will scare you into premature ejaculation."

"If she knew I was here, she probably wouldn't knock on the door," Fang Chi still hadn't recovered from the shock, but he didn't say anything else, he didn't want to make Sun Wenqu feel uncomfortable because of his nervousness. Comfortable, "I'll go down and have a look first."

"En." Sun Wenqu responded.

"They have a barbecue at night," Fang Chi said, "What do you want to eat? I'll bake it and bring it to you."

"No need," Sun Wenqu leaned against him, "I'm very busy at night, you play your tricks, don't worry about me."

"Oh." Fang Chi hugged him.

Everyone was in the yard, and as soon as grandma saw Fang Chi coming down, she came over and patted him: "I asked something for half an hour."

"He... is busy," Fang Chi glanced at Xiao Yiming, "I just waited for a while."

"Can it work?" Xiao Yiming walked over.

"Well," Fang Chi nodded pretendingly, "but it will take a while for him to finish the work at hand."

"It's okay, then I'll wait," Xiao Yiming said, "Thank you."

"Come on," grandma waved at Xiao Yiming, "Come and see those plates, they are so beautiful, you can take them home first."

"Okay." Xiao Yiming followed grandma and walked over.

"Thank you." Fang Chi whispered behind him.

Xiao Yiming made a V gesture back, Fang Chi smiled.

The barbecue is in the backyard, with a few lights on, and living in the country, it is so easy to have a barbecue. The firewood is next to it, and you can take it with you. Take a brick to build a stove, put it on the grill and you can start it.

"Do you have any external speakers?" Someone asked, "Fang Chi, do you have any?"

"Affirmatively not," Xu Zhou said, "Didn't you see what Fang Chi usually uses to listen to music? Who even uses an external speaker if you have a fever? Do you think everyone goes out and climbs a mountainside with a speaker just like you?" Play music..."

The whole group laughed.

"What do you use?" Lin Wei asked, "I haven't really noticed it, I just know that the earphones are quite big."

"What's the name..." Xu Zhou frowned and began to think, "What kind of person is he, oh! He's from a big city!"

"That man is from the metropolis," Fang Chi sighed, and went up the stairs to the rooftop, "I'll get you an external player."

Fang Chi entered the house. He really had the loudspeaker that played outside. Usually, the music that grandparents used to play Baduanjin was played through this small loudspeaker.

He took the horn, and when he was about to go downstairs, he couldn't help turning to the door of Sun Wenqu's room.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened.

"You..." Fang Chi was stunned.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, grabbed his collar and dragged him into the room, hooked his neck and kissed him twice, Fang Chi recovered and pressed him against the wall to kiss him long time.

"Are you going downstairs?" Fang Chi asked only after the kiss was over.

"No," Sun Wenqu pushed him away and straightened his clothes, "I knew you would definitely come when you went upstairs to get things."

Fang Chi scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"I'm telling you, son, I just told my grandma to cook me a bowl of noodles." Sun Wenqu held his face in his hands, "Don't come over before going to bed tonight, I really have to hurry up, come in as soon as possible." Come on, I have to break my train of thought once."

"Ah," Fang Chi suddenly felt guilty, "I..."

"Are you grilling leeks today?" Sun Wenqu rubbed his face.

"Ah? Let's bake it, I think there are," Fang Chi sighed again after finishing speaking, "I won't eat leeks anymore."

"What?" Sun Wenqu asked with a smile.

"I haven't eaten leeks. I'm afraid you'll lose your train of thought for the next week." Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

Sun Wenqu smiled and leaned against the table: "Get lost."

"Then I'll go down." Fang Chi smiled, turned and went out.

There was music downstairs, mixed with the laughter of a group of children, and the cheerful voices of grandparents.

Sun Wenqu leaned back on the chair, put his legs on the table, raised his head and listened for a while, then plugged in the earphones.

Fang Chi's previous music is still in the machine, and he hasn't changed it.

Listening to these music, he can almost imagine Fang Chi's life. Compared with his peers, his special life experience makes him more mature and independent, and his sexuality makes him keep silent in the crowd. Besides, Fang Chi is still an ordinary Yes, a little boy with sunshine.

He would chat and laugh with his classmates, eat barbecue, and listen to the music that seemed to be holding his throat...

There is a generation gap.

Sun Wenqu smiled.

When he was in school, he hated to mess with his classmates, but later he always hang out with a group of people in Li Bowen's bar, but he never really blended in.

He felt like a bystander, sitting aside, with an empty heart, quietly pretending to be forced, watching his chaotic and boring life.

Fang Chi is like sunshine, opening a hole in his blurred and chaotic life, and letting in a ray of light.

But how long can it be warm and how far can it be bright? Even if Fang Chi said "I can't run", he will feel at ease, but he still has no expectations. Dare to hurt the home easily.

Grandpa ordered beer at the canteen at the entrance of the village, and it was all iced, so just go and get it when you're done drinking.

A group of people cheered, and the boy took the beer and started drinking it.

"Don't drink too much," grandpa said with a smile, "I order it per person, three bottles per person, is there too much?"

Fang Chi took a bottle of wine and drank it against the wall of the backyard. Xiao Yiming brought some skewers of grilled meat and handed it to him: "Is this going to be delivered?"

"No, he eats noodles," Fang Chi took a bite of the meat, "I keep interrupting his train of thought when I go up."

"Oh," Xiao Yiming raised his head and glanced at the window on the second floor, "Then if we make trouble here, will we disturb him?"

"It should be fine," Fang Chi said, "I'll... disturb him when I enter the house."

Xiao Yiming didn't speak, and laughed after drinking two sips of beer.

"What are you laughing at?" Fang Chi glanced at him and lowered his voice, "Are you thinking too much?"

"I probably didn't think too much about it." Xiao Yiming said with a smile.

Fang Chi clicked his tongue and said nothing.

"I'm envious of you," Xiao Yiming lowered his head and bit a piece of meat after laughing, "That's great."

"You..." Fang Chi thought for a while, "Why don't you calm down first, and then go back and tell your parents that you have changed and don't like men anymore? Let's talk after you go home first."

"No," Xiao Yiming looked at him, "Although I don't want to do this, but after taking this step, I can't back down. I say now that I am not like this, and I will still be like this in the future. Isn't that endless?"

"... also." Fang Chi sighed, staring at the wine bottle in his hand.

"Don't keep thinking about my affairs," Xiao Yiming said, "No one else's situation is exactly the same, and besides, you are not in that position now. If you keep thinking about these things, you won't even be able to talk about a relationship."

What Xiao Yiming said was similar to what Sun Wenqu said, Fang Chi smiled.

"Hey, do you want some leeks?" Xu Zhou took a plate of roasted leeks and asked them, "There are also water spinach and bell peppers. They were just picked in the vegetable field. Do you want them?"

"I don't want it," Fang Chi said, "I'm tired of it."

"I want chili." Xiao Yiming took the plate and went over to ask for some bell peppers to eat.

"Hey," Fang Chi ate for a long time, then turned to look at Xiao Yiming, "Let me ask you, when the two of you are together, is it annoying if you are too bored?"

"Huh?" Xiao Yiming looked at him, "Probably not, don't you just want to get tired of being together when it's good?"

Fang Chi didn't speak, just ate the meat with his head down.

"Actually, I don't have much experience," Xiao Yiming said in a low voice, "I only did it once...you know."

"Yeah," Fang Chi nodded, "That idiot."

"I think so," Xiao Yiming said, "You don't have to think too much, you just love to think, and if you don't, it's actually easier not to think about it."

"Really." Fang Chi smiled, he really thought a lot.

"It's nice to have someone walking with you," Xiao Yiming said, "How nice, you just walk together."

Fang Chi patted him on the shoulder and grabbed him twice.

The small speakers outside were playing songs from Xu Zhou's MP3, all of which were explosive disco music, but it was just playing from the small speakers, and it was a bit painful to listen to.

Others didn't seem to feel anything, Fang Chi wanted to go over and turn off the music several times.

At the third "Come on! Shake it up-" on the speakers, the barbecue party was finally over and everyone decided to go to bed.

Fang Chi hurried over and turned the horn down.

The two girls slept in Fang Chi's room, and the boys were distributed on sofas, bamboo beds and mats.

After Fang Chi finished washing, he sprinkled a circle of mosquito repellent water in the room, lit a mosquito coil, and then went upstairs.

The light in Sun Wenqu's room was on, but Fang Chi knocked on the door and there was no response. When he opened the door, he found that Sun Wenqu was already sleeping on the bed.

Fang Chi turned off the light, went to bed lightly, picked up Mr. Huang, who was sleeping on his pillow in a big way, and put it aside.

"Are you done?" Sun Wenqu turned over and opened his eyes.

"Did I wake you up?" Fang Chi lay down.

"No," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I was awake when you knocked on the door."

"Then you don't agree?" Fang Chi said, and nodded after thinking about it, "Oh, I see, you are too lazy to agree, right?"

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

Fang Chi stared at him for a while, then leaned over and hugged him: "Hey, are you tired?"

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu said, "What do you want to do?"