flying dog

Sun Wenqu belongs to Fang Chi.

It belongs to Fang Chi.

Fang Chi didn't hold the shoebox to sleep in the car, but he still didn't put the shoebox on the luggage rack and put it on the small table.

If it weren't for the fear that others would think he was a bit silly holding a plate in the car, he would have liked to take out the plate again to have a look.

Sun Wenqu belongs to Fang Chi.

Hey.

When the car was about to arrive at the stop, Cheng Mo called: "Have you arrived yet?"

"No," Fang Chi was taken aback, "Why?"

"I'm at the exit," Cheng Mo said, "I'll pick you up."

"Pick up?" Fang Chi felt very confused, "You pick up my station? I'm Fang Chi, not Xiao Yiming."

"...I know you are Fang Chi," Cheng Mo clicked his tongue, "Okay, come out and watch me."

After Cheng Mo hung up the phone, he stared at the phone in a daze for a long time, a little bit wanting to laugh, did he start with his friend in order to chase Xiao Yiming?

After the bus arrived at the station, Fang Chi called Sun Wenqu while walking out.

Sun Wenqu was having dinner with Ma Liang and his wife, he said a few words casually, and then hung up the phone.

When he got out of the station, he saw Cheng Mo at a glance. In order to make himself stand out, this man stood on the concrete platform next to him.

"Here." Fang Chi raised his hand.

Cheng Mo jumped off the platform and ran over, reaching out to take the shoe box in his hand: "Bought a pair of...cloth shoes?"

"No," Fang Chi held on to the shoebox without letting go, "Don't help me take it."

"What kind of baby do you want to hold?" Cheng Mo said.

"I made a plate." Fang Chi said.

"Dish? Did you two make it together?" Cheng Mo immediately understood.

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"It's really good to have a specialty, and we can make some souvenirs together to have fun with ghosts." Cheng Mo thought for a while, "If I can really get together with Xiao Yiming, the two of us will probably only be able to sell sugar fried rice on the street. Chestnuts, eat half and sell half..."

Fang Chi laughed: "He likes to play basketball. We used to go to play together."

"Really?" Cheng Mo looked at him, then patted his shoulder again, "I only know how to play badminton."

"Then you two should go sell chestnuts." Fang Chi said.

Fang Chi originally thought that Cheng Mo would pick him up in He Dongbao's Kawasaki, but he didn't expect Cheng Mo to drive a small battery.

"You're really good." Fang Chi was a little speechless. With their bodies and a suitcase, he was worried that the car would run out of battery halfway through.

"Don't worry, I have modified this car so that it can participate in the Indian military parade," Cheng Mo said as he got into the car, "Come on."

Fang Chi tied up the suitcase at the back, squeezed into the car, and stuffed the shoebox between the two of them.

"Can't you hold this box in your hand?" Cheng Mo twisted.

"No," Fang Chi said, "What if it falls?"

"Is it just your rock-climbing hand that can fall?" Cheng Mo sighed, "Forget it, let's hold it."

Cheng Mo didn't send him back to the dormitory, but took him to the snack street for barbecue.

"Barbecue is the most comfortable season now," Cheng Mo opened two bottles of beer, "lukewarm."

"What progress have you made with Xiao Yiming these days?" Fang Chi asked.

"What progress can I make, just chat for a few words, anyway, I don't ignore me, I really think I should learn to fry chestnuts." Cheng Mo took a sip of beer, "He is going to work in the playground that day, I said I will send him off Go, he said no, I said that I would send a package of fried chestnuts from our Chestnut King, and he agreed again."

Fang Chi laughed for a long time holding the beer: "He really likes to eat chestnuts. We used to eat a pack of chestnuts every day after school. Go and learn."

"...Okay." Cheng Mo nodded.

After Fang Chi lowered his head and ate a few skewers of meat, he hesitated and looked at Cheng Mo: "Does your family know about your business?"

"I know." Cheng Mo said.

"What...attitude?" Fang Chi asked.

"My mother is very open-minded. She said that as long as she is not lonely and old all her life, I think she must be the first batch of rotten girls in New China," Cheng Mo said. "My father was depressed for a while. do not have much left."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded.

"Is it because Xiao Yiming's family doesn't accept him?" Cheng Mo asked, "I haven't been home for so many days off."

"Well, he didn't go home before the college entrance examination," Fang Chi added after thinking about it, "Don't ask him, I don't know if he would like to talk about it."

"Don't ask," Cheng Mo took a chicken wing, "What about you?"

"I haven't... said," Fang Chi frowned, "I find it difficult."

"Most are difficult," Cheng Mo said, "Are you going to say it?"

"I have to say," Fang Chi held the bamboo stick in a daze for a while, "I just don't know what to say."

"Try first, and then think about how to say it," Cheng Mo said, "You have to know your attitude first, then you can think about how to say it more moderately."

"It can't be eased by any means?" Fang Chi frowned.

"I'm gay and I like men," Cheng Mo said, "You see, these two men are a couple, and they are living happily, right? Then say that I probably am too... There is still a difference between these two expressions. "

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"Who do you want to tell first?" Cheng Mo asked, "Your father or your mother?"

"My grandfather." Fang Chi said.

"... old man?" Cheng Mo was a little surprised.

"Well, he is more open-minded, and..." Fang Chi lowered his voice, "He loves me very much."

When Fang Chi said these words, he suddenly felt as if something had pricked his heart, and it hurt.

Cheng Mo didn't say a word, took a beer bottle and knocked it on his bottle, and drank half of the bottle with his head up.

Fang Chi picked up the bottle and poured it, then put down the bottle and wiped his mouth.

"Let me tell you," Cheng Mo said after a long time, "There is no need to rush this matter. Is it your brother who wants you to talk or what?"

"No, his family is no longer under pressure, and he didn't ask me to say it, but it has to be said as soon as possible." Fang Chi said.

"Then... if you need it when you said it," Cheng Mo thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and pressed it a few times, and handed it to him, "You can call me or my mother... and let my mother Tell me, this is her number."

Fang Chi turned to look at him in surprise.

"Really," Cheng Mo shook the phone, "My mother is a very enthusiastic person, you should prepare something in case you need it."

"...Thanks." Fang Chi took out his phone and wrote down Cheng Mo's mother's number. On Cheng Mo's phone, his mother's name was written as "sister".

After eating the barbecue and drinking some porridge, Fang Chi and Cheng Mo went back to the dormitory together.

Several people in the dormitory had already returned, Fang Chi chatted with them for a while, took a shower and then lay back on his bed, took out the plate and put it on the side of the pillow, staring at the top of the bed with his arms on his head in a daze.

It was probably not until today that Fang Chi understood why some people look forward to a "similar" so much.

They can empathize, know what you are afraid of, what you want, and where the point that hurts you the most.

Fang Chi didn't expect that he would have to face this problem so soon. He kept thinking, first slowly mention a few words to his family, so that they have a general understanding of these things, and then after graduation, he will be stable. Say it all.

But Li Bowen, whose brain is full of water hyacinths, suddenly came to such a trick, although he is still not sure, whether he will really come to the farmhouse, or whether he will find a chance to tell his grandparents after coming to the farmhouse, But he had to guard against it.

He can only have a showdown with his family when Li Bowen makes a move, otherwise he and Sun Wenqu will be very passive, and he dare not think about what will happen to his unprepared grandparents.

He was thinking about whether to tell Sun Wenqu about this, but after thinking about it for a long time, he finally decided not to.

If Li Bowen really said something in the end, it was not just to target Sun Wenqu. The fact that he kicked Li Bowen into the pit that day may also be the motivation for Li Bowen to do so.

He did this, and he has to bear the consequences himself, and he can no longer let Sun Wenqu worry about him.

It's just... No matter how much you think about it, no matter how you plan, it's pale and powerless compared to actually doing it.

Before going to bed at night, Sun Wenqu called him, but he hung up directly and sent a video request to come over.

When he saw Sun Wenqu's face appear on the screen of his phone, he couldn't help but jump in his heart, and the smile on his mouth spread like a wild dog.

"Sleeping?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"No, lie on the bed," Fang Chi whispered, "Hey, I didn't miss you at first, but I thought about you again when I saw it."

"Then I'll turn off the video." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Don't," Fang Chi stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the screen, "I can't touch or touch it, and if I don't let you see it, I won't be able to pass it with a bang."

"Take a look, I'll let you see enough." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Fang Chi laughed happily.

"Does class start tomorrow?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, "I feel like I'll sleep in class."

"I won't educate you," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "Think about it for yourself."

Fang Chi smiled: "Understood, I'm bored with a bully every day, so I have to make myself match."

"Go to bed early, I haven't touched a book or attended a class for so long, I might not be able to hold on these days," Sun Wenqu said, thinking about it, he suddenly smiled, narrowed his eyes, and pulled His collar, "Do you want to pick mushrooms?"

"Damn," Fang Chi subconsciously covered the screen, then turned his head and glanced behind him, "Can you do it! No one in my house is asleep!"

"I'm not considerate." Sun Wenqu smiled and hooked his finger on his collarbone.

"Father!" Fang Chi lowered his voice and shouted, "Don't do this! I'm still growing!"

Sun Wenqu smiled for a long time before saying, "Okay, let's go to sleep."

"Let me give it a try. I was a little sleepy at first, but I am refreshed after you come here..." Fang Chi sighed, "Good night."

"Good night." Sun Wenqu kissed the camera.

Fang Chi also leaned over to kiss, and turned off the video.

As Sun Wenqu said, it has been a long time since I sat in the classroom properly and held a book in class. After playing for several months, now I am a little uncomfortable sitting in the classroom like this suddenly.

In the first two days, because the course was still fresh, Fang Chi could hold on during class, but after a few days he started to feel sleepy.

If it was before, he would definitely fall asleep when he was sleepy. Anyway, the teacher is different from the high school teacher now. Whether you listen or not, he is talking anyway, whether he likes to listen or not.

But Fang Chi felt that he had worked so hard to read a book, and if he returned to the state of dawdling, he would be too sorry for Sun Wenqu and himself.

But among the few people in the dormitory, only he and Zhang Junyi were listening in class, and the others didn't seem to have enough fun.

"Fang Chi, you really don't look like someone who can flip through textbooks after returning to the dormitory." Li Zheng looked at him with some emotion.

"Look through it casually," Fang Chi said, "otherwise what are you doing?"

"Playing games, playing mobile phones, making phone calls, making videos, going out shopping, eating late-night snacks," Li Zheng counted with his mouth open, "How rich."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded. Speaking of which, he really doesn't have time to do this. He will go to the club to train from next week, and he will also work as a part-time coach. He has to spend nights and weekends in the club.

"So indifferent!" Li Zheng slapped him, and climbed onto the bed with his notebook in his arms to play.

Fang Chi felt that his adaptability was quite strong, and within a few days he managed to get through the part-time job during the day and evening training on weekends.

Calling Sun Wenqu before going to bed every night is the greatest enjoyment and relaxation.

"How about the club?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"It's quite big, bigger than Chen Xiang's place," Fang Chi said, "There are also a lot of people. I have seen a few of them in previous competitions. It's considered acquaintance. It's good."

"What about part-time jobs? Do you teach children?" Sun asked Qu with a smile.

"There are several elementary school students, and there are older children. The younger ones are okay. They look like I worship gods. The older ones are annoying. They will always make trouble when they think about things," Fang Chi clicked, " Hey, there are two girls, high school students, they are doing pretty well."

"Is it pretty?" Sun Wenqu asked.

Fang Chi thought for a while: "Average, but a good figure, with a slender waist and long legs..."

"Yo," Sun Wenqu smiled, "It's a good place to focus. I don't think you need to come out in the future, and it's not impossible to try to marry a wife."

"That's what I said," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "Look, with such a great figure in front of me, I still think about you."

"The mouth is getting sharper and sharper," Sun Wenqu yawned, "Hey, I may not have time to call you tomorrow. I have opened a kiln here, and everything is ready."

"Ah, that's the end of the job?" Fang Chi raised his eyebrows, "When will the exhibition open? Are you free to come and see me?"

"At the end of November," Sun Wenqu said, "it's quite troublesome. I have to be busy before and after the exhibition. If I go to see you, I probably won't be able to stay for a long time, maybe a day or two. The main thing is that I make things. Yes, if I leave for too long, Ma Liang and his wife may be too busy to understand."

"It's okay," Fang Chi said quickly, "Come back when you're done with your work. It's not too late."

"Isn't it because you're missing me?" Sun Wenqu said.

"I'm already getting used to it," Fang Chi chuckled twice, "By the way, do you still have any money?"

"Yes, I'm busy these days, and I don't have anything to spend money on, so I bought a coat. Your aunt picked it out for me. It's less than five hundred. I really know how to live..." Sun Wenqu tutted twice.

"I'll buy you Xinmeimei for the Chinese New Year, and I'll buy you more than [-] pieces," Fang Chi laughed, and asked after a while, "What's the date of your exhibition?"

"Starting on the 24th, maybe five days," Sun Wenqu said, "I don't know, these are all handled by Hu Yuanyuan."

"Oh." Fang Chi took the notebook and looked at the calendar. The 24th is Saturday, and the time is quite appropriate.

Sun Wenqu gave him a birthday surprise, and he can still clearly recall the joy when he suddenly saw Sun Wenqu at the school gate.

Although it was romantic for Sun Wenqu to make a plate for Sun Wenqu's birthday, the day of his birthday was not a weekend, so he just called to say happy birthday.

He also wanted to surprise Sun Wenqu by appearing suddenly at the exhibition, or on the way to the exhibition.

Calculating the time, this time last year happened to be the first time he and Sun Wenqu met. Although the meeting was not very pleasant, it can still be used as a commemoration.

Fang Chi smiled, a little silly, but when he thought about it, he felt that it would not be so difficult to have a hope for the next half month.

In the past few days, Fang Chi wandered around the school when he had free time. There were many flower shops nearby. He visited each of them, but he was a little disappointed.

The flower shop is full of cut flowers, and there are no lily of the valley.

He wanted to buy a small pot of flowers for Sun Wenqu, preferably lily of the valley, if not, other things would be fine, but these shops near the school didn't have any.

After searching for two days without finding a suitable flower, he went to Cheng Mo's dormitory. According to legend, three of the four boys are gay.

All four of them were there, two of them were taking a nap, He Dongbao was watching a rock climbing video, and Cheng Mo was chatting with someone in front of the computer.

"Why are you here?" Cheng Mo turned around and saw him, a little surprised.

"I want to ask you something," Fang Chi smiled, "You are familiar with this film."

"You first promise to visit the rock climbing team this week." He Dongbao said immediately.

"Didn't he just go there on Monday?" Cheng Mo said.

"Go again," He Dongbao turned to look at Fang Chi, "Is that okay? I have some technical problems and I want you to explain them to them, just a few minutes."

"Okay." Fang Chi nodded.

"What do you want to ask?" Cheng Mo said with a smile.

"That's right, where is there a flower market near us, the bigger ones," Fang Chi asked, "I want to buy flowers that can be grown in pots."

"What kind of flowers?" Cheng Mo asked, "There is a flower market next to the building materials market, go out from the west gate of our school and go north and cross the railway line. It's not too big, but there are ordinary flowers."

"I want to buy a pot of lily of the valley." Fang Chi whispered, a little embarrassed.

"The lily of the valley doesn't bloom in November," a boy who was taking a nap on the upper bunk turned over, "the lily of the valley blooms in April and May."

"Ah." Fang Chi was stunned. He thought it was embarrassing for the old men to buy flowers, so he spoke very quietly. He didn't expect that even the people sleeping on the upper bunk could hear it.

"Well, it's appropriate to ask Lu Yu," Cheng Mo turned his head and looked at the upper bunk, "Then what flowers are blooming now? They're beautiful."

"Hyacinth," Lu Yu said, "it's opening now, it can last for a month, and it can last longer if it's cold."

"What does Hyacinth look like?" Cheng Mo said.

"Hold the computer and check it yourself." Lu Yu turned over and continued to sleep.

Fang Chi went to the flower market and bought a pot of pink hyacinths, which were in full bloom and looked very beautiful.

There are small ceramic pots in the store, and there are glass bottles for hydroponics with pebbles. Fang Chi picked the glass bottles. In front of Sun Wenqu, it is better not to show any pottery pots.

Cheng Mo even followed up with a phone call: "Have you bought it? What kind of color did you buy?"

"Pink." Fang Chi said.

"Let me take a look," Cheng Mo clicked the mouse, and then smiled, "It's quite suitable for the curtain and romance, are you going to give it to your brother?"

"Well," Fang Chi smiled, "I'll go back in two days."

"When?" Cheng Mo immediately asked, "Hey, I beg you, if you have enough time, do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" Fang Chi paid the boss to buy the packaging, and the boss brought out a few cylindrical cardboard boxes for him to choose. He pointed to a white one with hidden flowers, "I'll go to Sunday on Saturday. You have to come back tonight."

"Look at the situation, if possible, buy me some chestnuts, just the fried chestnuts at the stall in front of your school," Cheng Mo said, "Bring me two bags."

"For Xiao Yiming?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well," Cheng Mo said, "You keep it a secret for me. I'll say I did it after I edit it."

"...Do you think I can keep it a secret?" Fang Chi wanted to laugh when he heard that.

"Yes," Cheng Mo was sure, "This matter is related to my future, and you will definitely keep it a secret."

"Two packs, right?" Fang Chi asked.

"Two packs is a concept, which is equivalent to several packs," Cheng Mo said. "Buy more, and I can make more trips."

"Okay." Fang Chi said with a smile.

The club has already asked for leave for the two days of the weekend, and Fang Chi set off early on Saturday morning with the cardboard tube containing the pot of hyacinths.

When I went back to school, I carried a shoe box, and now I carried a paper box like a big cake box... Fortunately, there was a young man in the aisle who carried a large bouquet of roses.

Fang Chi didn't know how Sun Wenqu would react when he saw him, anyway, he was very excited now.

Sun Wenqu felt that he was so busy these days that he couldn't even sleep well. He thought about the "growth" when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes. He always felt that his expression was not perfect, but he didn't know how to change it.

Ma Liang didn't feel like him, and was very satisfied with this set of things.

Sun Wenqu sighed, maybe it was just because of his inexplicable emotions towards this thing for more than 20 years. After all, he couldn’t tell whether he hated or liked it. This was the first time he really made it according to his own ideas. what you want to express.

Today is the first day of the exhibition, Ma Liang and Hu Yuanyuan went there early in the morning, Sun Wenqu got up late, and he got up only after the development there, and left with the design director of the studio.

The supervisor was driving, and he was still dozing off in the co-pilot, but within a few minutes, Ma Liang called: "The old man is here, here he is."