flying dog

Sun Wenqu usually doesn't show anything on his mind, but this time he knew that he was a little upset, because Fang Chi was involved, and Fang Chi was most worried about it.

Fang Chi is sometimes very careful, and he is not too surprised to see it.

He didn't speak, and looked at Fang Chi with his arms under his head.

"Can you say it?" Fang Chi asked, "If you don't want to say it...it's okay."

"Then I won't talk about it." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"No, I'm taking care of your feelings. I'm afraid you'll be upset and don't want to talk about it." Fang Chi clicked his tongue, hugged him, and gently touched his waist with his hands, "Say it, if you really have something to worry about Well, I can comfort you."

Sun Wenqu ticked his chin: "Li Bowen seems to want to have a farmhouse..."

"Li Bowen?" Fang Chi raised his head when he heard Li Bowen's name.

"Well," Sun Wenqu pressed his brows that were already furrowed, "Liangzi said that he always plays outdoors with Luo Peng and the others..."

"Where is it?" Fang Chi found the point, interrupted him and asked, "Do you want to be with us?"

"Yes," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "but I'm not sure yet. Autumn is coming soon, which is the off-season. If we want to do it, it will have to be next year."

"Are you worried about what he will say if he finds an excuse to get acquainted with my grandparents?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well, not necessarily," Sun Wenqu frowned, "but he's... hard to say."

"I see." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything else, and Fang Chi didn't make a sound.

The two were silent.

Fang Chi's reaction was quite calm, much calmer than Sun Wenqu imagined, he didn't sit up nervously, and he didn't keep asking for details nervously.

Sun Wenqu looked at him, but he didn't expect that one day Fang Chi would have a time when he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"It's okay." Fang Chi was silent for a few minutes, then sat up, "We'll see the situation when he really wants to play the farmhouse."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu raised his eyebrows with a smile, "And then?"

"We'll talk about it later, he's not here now," Fang Chi smiled, "We'll see when he really comes."

"I thought you were going to be so nervous that you couldn't sleep," Sun Wenqu touched his face, "You are such a cautious person who would say 'we'll talk about it later'."

"I learned from you," Fang Chi turned his head and bit his fingertips, "and I know how to deal with it."

"Have you figured it out?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"Well," Fang Chi grabbed his hand and kissed it, jumped off the bed, leaned over and kissed him twice, "Go to sleep, I'll wake you up tomorrow."

"Don't tell me you want to deal with it?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"I know." Fang Chi walked to the door and turned his head again, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to handle this matter if it does come."

"Okay," Sun Wenqu nodded with a smile, "Good night."

"Good night." Fang Chi walked out and closed the door gently.

Sun Wenqu didn't ask Fang Chi what he wanted to do with this treatment, but since Fang Chi had already said that he could handle it, he didn't intend to interfere any more.

Fang Chi's reaction today surprised him a bit, he was so calm that he was not as calm as the previous Fang Chi who was nervous when he brought out the cabinet, and was startled when he did anything.

Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, but it was useless to try to appease him.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Fang Chi knocked on the door of his room and poked his head in: "Are you awake?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu buried half of his face in the pillow and responded.

Fang Chi entered the room, went to the bed and touched his face: "Are you going to sleep for a while? If you want to sleep, then sleep a little longer. I'll call you when I come back from running."

"I'll go for a run too." Sun Wenqu still closed his eyes and buried his face in the pillow.

"Then get up," Fang Chi lowered his head and bit his earlobe, "Grandma is cooking dumplings."

"You dare to bite me." Sun Wenqu opened his eyes a crack.

"What's wrong with biting you?" Fang Chi laughed twice, "I still want to eat you."

"Come and eat," Sun Wenqu said, flipping off the blanket and pulling down his underwear, "Come."

"Damn it!" Fang Chi was stunned and quickly covered him with the blanket, "Get up!"

Hearing him turn around and run out of the room and downstairs, Sun Wenqu smiled and sat up slowly.

It feels like it's been a long time since we ran together. After running for a few steps, Fang Chi turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu's face, and then continued to run cheerfully.

"Idiot." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi nodded: "It's me."

After talking, the two of them had fun together, and the kid followed him and yelled a few times.

"I told grandma to celebrate your birthday today," Fang Chi said, "Grandma said to cook noodles for you at noon."

"I'm so sorry," Sun Wenqu said, "Did you tell her that I like sausage noodles?"

Fang Chi smiled and nodded: "Say it."

The two of them turned into the woods along the road they had always run together before, and ran towards the stream.

The air in the mountains is good, and the air in the morning is so good that every time I breathe, I can feel it is transparent. Sun Wenqu enjoyed stretching his arms while running.

When he was about to run to the open space where he practiced Baduanjin before, Fang Chi who was running in front of him suddenly stopped, turned around and rushed over to hug him.

"A robbery?" Sun asked him, feeling as if he had almost bumped into him.

"I'm crazy," Fang Chi pushed him to the side of a tree, kissed his neck and face, and put his hand into his clothes, "I didn't stop dreaming about being a hooligan last night."

Sun Wenqu smiled and kissed Fang Chi. As soon as he touched Fang Chi's lips, he greeted him like a stray dog ​​that had been hungry for half a month. right.

When Sun Wenqu's hand touched his clothes, Fang Chi grabbed and rubbed his waist hard.

Fang Chi's hands have been trained all year round, and they are a little rough. Such strength makes him feel a little pain, but the pain can stimulate the nerves.

It has a significant effect on accelerating the heartbeat and disrupting breathing.

Fang Chi clung to Sun Wenqu's body tightly, and his arms were also tightened, but he still felt that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't really relieve his desire for him.

He had to keep entangled with the tip of Sun Wenqu's tongue and lips, rubbed against his body, and pressed him tightly. If it wasn't for his remaining rationality, he would sometimes want to bite hard twice.

The boy didn't run far. At first he stood aside and looked at them. After a while, he slowly walked to their legs.

Fang Chi didn't know what the kid was looking at, but he knew that it had been wagging its tail and circling around the two of them, hitting Fang Chi's calf with its tail several times.

Fang Chi didn't understand what it meant until the kid finally couldn't help screaming, raised his head, bit his pants and began to pull them back.

"Go away," Fang Chi had to free his mouth, turned his head and shouted while pulling his pants, "We're not fighting!"

The boy let out an anxious sound, biting his pants and not letting go, trying to back up.

"I really didn't..." Fang Chi felt very helpless, "Relax! Stop talking!"

Sun Wenqu couldn't hold back, leaning against the tree and laughing out loud.

"...Hey!" Fang Chi had no choice but to let go of Sun Wenqu, and slapped the kid on the head with his pants up, "It's alright! I'll let him go! Let go! Shut up!"

After confirming that they had separated, the boy let go, licked Fang Chi's hand, then ran to Sun Wenqu's side, and touched his hand with the tip of his nose.

"Good dog!" Sun Wenqu smiled and held the boy's head and rubbed it, "Your brother beat me, luckily you are here."

"Did you just join the FFF regiment?" Fang Chi tugged at the boy's ear, "Are you still my dog?"

"It's definitely not," Sun Wenqu still smiled, "It's obviously your grandfather's dog."

"Forget it," Fang Chi propped himself up against the tree, and took a look at his trousers a little depressedly, "It's just time to drop the fire, and it's not safe to fight in the field here."

"It's nice to be young." Sun Wenqu curled his lips.

"Do you think it's so good to meet me?" Fang Chi turned to look at him and said, "It's like a spring breeze."

"Like aphrodisiac." Sun Wenqu said.

"I just think about having to separate again in two days," Fang Chi sighed, "I just can't stand it."

Sun Wenqu went over to hug him, and rubbed his back vigorously a few times: "I'll come and see you when I finish my work."

"En." Fang Chi pressed his face on his shoulder in response.

In order to prevent this run from becoming an attempted field trip, the two insisted on running along the road for two laps before returning to the village together.

Grandparents were busy in the small vegetable garden, and they went upstairs after being too helpful for a while.

"Let's make a plate." Fang Chi rubbed his hands vigorously.

"Okay," Sun Wenqu took out a block of mud that looked like a square brick from the cabinet, "Today I will teach you how to make the simplest plate, and it will be fired directly after applying the glaze."

"Well," Fang Chi took the mud and pressed it, "It's different from the mud you make things with."

"It's not the same," Sun Wenqu said, "It was carefully selected by your uncle Liangzi. This is the clay for practicing hands."

"Then I'll use what's right, and I'm not afraid of wasting it." Fang Chi raised his hand and took off his T-shirt, "Come on, let's get started."

Sun Wenqu looked at him and clicked his tongue: "What are you doing?"

"I'm learning from you," Fang Chi smiled, "Aren't you just like this."

"Just remember this." Sun Wenqu sat down beside the turntable.

Because it was just for fun, Sun Wenqu didn't tell Fang Chi too much about the content of making pottery, but he roughly told him the steps needed to make a plate, and then put the clay in his hands.

"Just do it directly, I will tell you how to do it, and you just follow along," Sun Wenqu said, "Use a turntable to do it."

"En." Fang Chi nodded seriously while holding the mud.

The steps Sun Wenqu said are very simple, cut the mud into small pieces, soak in water to make mud, make a round cake shape, and then put the strip-shaped mud lumps on the side plate, and then pinch and press , on the line.

When Fang Chi heard it, he felt that it was similar to kindergarten children playing with plasticine. When the clay was ready and he started making it, he realized that just making that cake made him feel that his hands had changed from hooves.

He roughly made a square shape, looked at the mud sticking to his hands, and sighed: "How about I make an abstract polygonal plate?"

"I'll fix it, just take it away." Sun Wenqu smiled and flicked on his hand.

"Yeah." Fang Chi withdrew his hand and watched his movements.

Sun Wenqu first pressed the polygonal cake with his hand to adjust the thickness, then put his hand on the edge of the polygonal cake and started to turn the turntable.

It was the first time for Fang Chi to watch Sun Wenqu make something at such a close distance, and when he knew what to do, he had a strange feeling when he stared at Sun Wenqu's slender fingers on the clay.

After turning the turntable a few times, the mud cake turned into a perfect circle along his hand.

"Okay, you go ahead, press the mud that was pushed up at the edge first." Sun Wenqu said.

"Why do I think it looks so easy for you to make it?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue, imitating his appearance and pressing down on the pancake.

"I've been making this stuff before you were born." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Fang Chi glanced at him, lowered his head and continued pressing the pancakes.

After Sun Wenqu made sure that the pancakes were ready, he put the mud strips on the sides of the pancakes.

This is also easy to see. When you do it with your right hand, you will have the illusion that you are actually left-handed. If you switch to your left hand, you will probably feel that you are still right-handed.

In short, when doing this thing, I always feel that neither hand is the common hand.

In the end, Sun Wenqu made the mud sticks, and he only needed to hold them and put them on the plate.

Maybe it's because he has been making pottery longer than his own age. As long as Sun Wenqu's hand falls on the clay, his whole person will change instantly.

Eyes, movements, every detail is intoxicating.

Compared with making pottery by myself, watching Sun Wenqu make pottery is a greater enjoyment.

When Sun Wenqu handed him the mud, Fang Chi propped his chin in a daze.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu wiped the tip of his nose, "It's your turn."

"...Oh!" Fang Chi took it, first brushed the mud on the edges as Sun Wenqu said to glue it together, then lowered his head and began to slowly put mud strips on the pancakes.

Sun Wenqu stretched out his hand, and followed him slowly with his fingers on the mud strip.

Fang Chi's eyes were always on his fingers, and the mud strips on his hands were pressed out of the pancake twice. Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue and flicked his fingers on the back of his hand: "You still play rock climbing, your coordination ability Where did it go?"

Fang Chi grabbed his finger and squeezed it twice: "Here."

Sun Wenqu's muddy fingers felt slippery and grainy, and itched from his palm to his arm.

"If you want to make a plate today and harden yourself," Sun Wenqu pulled out his finger, "you have to thank Uncle Liangzi for picking you such an apt title as leek essence."

Fang Chi chuckled: "I said I like your hands very much."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, but tapped his lips with his fingertips.

Fang Chi opened his mouth and bit it without thinking, and licked his fingertips with the tip of his tongue.

"What's the smell?" Sun asked him with a smile.

Fang Chi smiled and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

After three bang bang bang bangs, grandma's voice came: "Are you both in the house?"

Fang Chi was probably taken aback, and bit his teeth reflexively.

"Hey!" Sun Wenqu pulled out his finger, "Do you want to dip it in some sesame sauce?"

Fang Chi quickly pinched his fingertips and rubbed them, and then responded: "Here, grandma! The door is open!"

"Your Uncle Zhang took some grapes..." Grandma opened the door and entered the room, and was stunned when she saw them, "Why are you two doing this?"

"The canal taught me how to make plates." Fang Chi stood up and wiped his hands on his pants.

"Do you want to make a plate?" Grandma walked to the turntable in surprise and looked at it for a long time, "If you didn't say it was a plate, I wouldn't even know what name to give it."

"It's not finished yet, it will look good in a while." Sun Wenqu laughed.

"Teach him to work hard, he can't do fine work since he was young," said grandma, and turned to look at Fang Chi again, "Have you eaten all of it?"

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and wiped the mud off his mouth with a smile: "No."

"It's time to eat. Have you made noodles for the canal?" Grandma said, "Wait until you finish the dishes?"

"No, make it after eating," Sun Wenqu stood up, "I didn't pay attention to the time."

Fang Chi walked out with his arms around grandma's shoulders, and Sun Wenqu followed them and looked at Fang Chi.

Fang Chi is not the same as before. Sun Wenqu rubbed his finger bitten by him. If grandma knocked on the door so suddenly before, Fang Chi would have bitten off his finger.

Not only did he not bite it off today, but he even rubbed his fingers before answering the door.

Although he could still see the nervousness, this subtle change still surprised Sun Wenqu.

"Happy Birthday, Shui Qu." Grandpa took out local wine and poured Sun Wenqu a glass, "Is it 30?"

"No, 18." Sun Wenqu took the bottle with a smile and poured wine for Grandpa.

"I'm only 18 years old," said grandma with a smile. "Come on, grandma will serve you noodles. There are a lot of dishes today, all prepared by grandpa."

"Thank you, grandpa and grandma," Sun Wenqu took the noodles from his grandma, and said while picking up vegetables, "I'm going to gain weight again today."

"You've lost two circles of weight," said grandma, "you're still one circle short, and I'll make up for you in these two days."

Sun Wenqu smiled and lowered his head to eat the noodles: "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good." Grandpa said with a tone of voice.

Fang Chi was amused: "You can memorize the advertisement quite smoothly."

The noodles are delicious and the grandparents are lovely.

Sun Wenqu ate noodles with a smile.

He could more and more understand Fang Chi's fear and worry, and he was also less and less afraid to look up at them.

There is an urge to leave now, never to let the two old people see me again.

Maybe this trip should not come back with Fang Chi.

No.

He shouldn't have come and lived here in the first place.

After eating noodles, Fang Chi accompanied his grandparents to pick grapes in the vegetable field. Sun Wenqu didn't follow, but went back upstairs, sat in front of the turntable and stared at the plate in a daze, subconsciously pressing the plate gently .

When Fang Chi came up, he had already coiled up the second mud stick.

"Don't wait for me." Fang Chi sat opposite him.

"Subconscious action." Sun Wenqu smiled, "How about I take you off and try again?"

"Don't," Fang Chi said, "what should I do now?"

"Compress the edge firmly, pinch it tightly, and then smooth it out," Sun Wenqu dipped his hands in some mud and demonstrated to him, "The thickness should be the same, even..."

Fang Chi imitated his movements and also squeezed the mud on the plate, and after a few strokes, he pinched it into Sun Wenqu's hand again.

Sun Wenqu smiled and didn't move his hands, and continued to shape the dishes in his room: "Let me tell you, this procedure will take an hour or two."

"Great." Fang Chi said.

Wherever Sun asked Qu's hand, his hand followed.

Sun Wenqu squeezed and pressed the inside and outside of the plate, and he scratched the palm of Sun Wenqu's hand and the back of his hand.

The afternoon sun is very bright, like flowers blooming in the window.

From the few beams of sunlight that spread into the room from the window, you can see fine dust floating around, making the surroundings extraordinarily quiet.

I can hear the chickens in the neighbor's yard squawking, I can hear the creaking of the branches when the wind blows, I can hear the dog barking in the distance, I can hear the footsteps of the kid running up the stairs and into the house Voice.

You can also hear the small sound of two people's hands wrapped in mud gently entangled and rubbed.

"Should I say happy birthday today," Fang Chi said softly, "or should I say it on that day?"

"Whatever you want." Sun Wenqu slid his hand over the rim.

"Then say it twice," Fang Chi said, "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"I'll make you a chocolate snack tonight," Fang Chi said, "I bought chocolate and broken walnuts."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu said.

"Kiss me." Fang Chi said again, stretching his head towards him.

Sun Wenqu went up to meet him, and gently pressed his lips.

The boy tilted his head beside him.