flying dog

Fang Chi didn't ask Sun Wenqu where the exhibition was, he was afraid that if Sun Wenqu guessed his return, there would be no surprises.

Anyway, the scale of this exhibition is quite large, and you can find it by just checking it. It is in the exhibition center. Fang Chi took a look at the introduction. It is probably an exhibition of relatively modern and innovative works. The various high-end introductions are impressive. Looking at it, I feel that I am vulgar.

Fang Chi took a taxi from the train station and went there. If he was in the exhibition center, he would pass by their school. After a while, he could stop by and buy the fried chestnuts that determined Cheng Mo's future.

There are quite a lot of people in the exhibition center, and the exhibition occupies several exhibition halls. The layout is very modern. Just stand outside the exhibition hall and take a casual look in, and you can see several cool booths, which feel similar to the traditional ones in your mind. Tao is very different.

Fang Chi didn't go in, and there was a body search at the door. If he was swept out, he brought a potted flower. I was a little embarrassed. He was probably the only one who came to the exhibition and brought a potted flower. The one he brought was a glass bottle. flowers.

He took out his mobile phone and called Ma Liang, but it was Hu Yuanyuan who answered the phone. As soon as the call was connected, he heard her voice: "Nephew."

"...Auntie," Fang Chi called out, "Then what, are you in the exhibition center?"

"Yeah, I've been here for two hours, and your Uncle Liangzi walked away without a cell phone," Hu Yuanyuan said, "What's wrong?"

"Then... is Sun Wenqu there?" Fang Chi asked.

"He can't wake up when he has something to do, and he hasn't arrived on the road yet," Hu Yuanyuan paused after finishing speaking, "You're not back, are you?"

"Well, I'm just outside the exhibition hall." Fang Chi scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, you're so awesome," Hu Yuanyuan said with a smile, and then told him quickly, "I'll tell you, just... your uncle Liangzi is out of the exhibition hall, look at hall No. [-], he should He went out from there, you should find him first, find him first!"

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, turned around and looked over to the door of Hall No. [-], and immediately saw Ma Liang walking out quickly.

"Ma Liang!" Fang Chi yelled, and here he was ashamed to publicly call a man in his 30s Uncle.

Ma Liang turned his head, saw him, and stared hard at the perfect circle: "Why are you here?"

"Am I making a little trouble?" Fang Chi scratched his head, and there were more and more people around, the staff, exhibitors, and audiences were walking around, and Ma Liang also had a busy expression on his face.

"No," Ma Liang looked towards the gate of the exhibition center, "Your dad will be there in a while, but your dad, dad, is also here."

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"I'll come out to pick him up." Ma Liang said.

"Then let me avoid it, he will be upset when he sees me later." Fang Chi hurriedly picked up the box and wanted to leave.

"Come on, it's too late," Ma Liang looked behind him, showing a warm smile, "Master, master!"

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, followed Ma Liang's gaze, turned around, and saw Sun Wenqu's father.

In fact, according to his true thoughts, he wanted to run away. Sun Wenqu was not there, and Sun Wenqu's father had a stronger aura than when Sun Wenqu was a Taoist, and he was always like him. It is pervasive all around, making people have nowhere to hide.

Coupled with his confrontation with Sun Wenqu's father last time, and his tacit understanding of Li Bowen's fall into the pit, he really didn't want to face this tall, thin old man who looked elegant and tough again.

But it would be embarrassing to just run away in front of others, Fang Chi forced himself to turn around, smiled at Sun Wenqu's father's sharp gaze, and said hello, "Hello, Uncle Sun."

"You're really here." Sun Wenqu's father glanced at him, but there was no expression on his face.

"I just came back this morning." Fang Chi said.

"Really," Sun Wenqu's father didn't look at him any more, and walked towards Hall [-], "Then he saw you in the GAY bar, is it because he is delusional?"

As soon as the word GAY came out, Fang Chi froze.

WTF?

Don't talk about going gay, he has never thought about this word for so many years since he knew his sexual orientation. When he heard Sun Wenqu's father say it suddenly, he was almost stunned for several seconds before he realized it.

At the same time, what he realized was that someone said something, and he could know that this person was Li Bowen even if he thought about it with his butt.

The fire of the Taishang Laojun Dan furnace ignited from the bottom of his feet made him almost twist his neck when he turned his head around to look for Li Bowen's figure.

Li Bowen did not come with him, only a man in his 40s followed Sun Wenqu's father.

Fang Chi frowned, looking at Sun Wenqu's father's back: "It's not that he's blind, it's that he's dark."

Sun Wenqu's father had already walked a few steps, stopped after hearing this, and turned to look at him.

"Some people are really blind," Fang Chi stared at him, "No, they are blind."

"What did you say?" the man next to him frowned and asked.

Ma Liang winked at him, then smiled at Sun Wenqu's father: "Master, master, let's go in, let's go."

Sun Wenqu's father raised his hand to Ma Liang, looked at Fang Chi, and walked up to him after thinking about it: "Go on."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, mainly because he didn't expect that Sun Wenqu's father would suddenly meet him face to face, and he was so overwhelmed that he forgot what he said before, "Say... what?"

"I'm blind." Sun Wenqu's father frowned.

Although this smile was Sun Wenqu's own father at first glance, but Fang Chi looked at it not at all cordial, and when he was nervous, he saw Ma Liang's helpless expression of "you want to finish".

He stared at Sun Wenqu's father for several seconds, and said with a spirit of sacrificing his life for righteousness, no, sacrificing his life to marry Wenqu: "Although I don't know whether it is true blindness or fake blindness, but... I know it is What's going on, closing your eyes and pretending to be blind is even more excessive."

Fang Chi didn't say that Sun Wenqu's father was really blind, nor did he think he was really blind. He always felt that with this old man's rank, it should be impossible for Li Bowen to fail to see through Li Bowen's kind of morality that makes him want to smoke a bus at the first sight.

From his point of view, this is an endless rivalry between father and son. The old man is used to control and wants to save face, but Sun Wenqu's young master just refuses to give it.

Sun Wenqu's father didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows in surprise.

To be honest, Fang Chi only discovered today that Sun Wenqu's habitual signs are exactly the same as his father.

At first, he was a little worried that he would be beaten up by the middle-aged man next to him if he continued to fight, but Sun Wenqu's father didn't speak any more, glanced him up and down a few times, then turned and left.

"You are here, wait here," Ma Liang patted his shoulder, "Your father, come on."

"Well," Fang Chi sighed, "Did you wink at me just now?"

"My face is like a squeeze, squeezed together," Ma Liang pointed at him, "You are awesome, awesome, you are better than your father, awesome."

"Am I finished?" Fang Chi asked.

"No, it's easy to say," Ma Liang looked at Sun Wenqu's father's back, "Aside from asking, asking, asking... oh fuck your dad, no one has ever said that to him."

Ma Liang hurriedly followed Hall No. [-]. Fang Chi stood at the door for a while, then turned around and walked outside the exhibition center, sat down by the steps, and put the box with flowers at his feet.

He's really too young, he can't hold back anymore, he can't say a few words to people he doesn't know well, how can he talk to Sun Wenqu's father like that, and slap his claws in that direction whenever he talks gallop.

If you don't know this, you can think that he and Li Bowen are in the same group.

Fang Chi sat on the steps depressed, watching the people coming in and out. There were many people who came to see the exhibition, and there were some pottery sellers in the exhibition hall, so besides the merchants, there were also many young people who liked pottery.

Fang Chi really wanted to go in and have a look at the set of pottery that Sun Wenqu spent a year making, but when he thought that Mr. Sun, who had just fought with him, was there, he didn't want to move.

After sitting on the steps for about 10 minutes, he saw Sun Wenqu who was walking with the technical director of the studio.

Sun Wenqu didn't see him until he went up the steps, and he was stunned after stepping up a step.

Fang Chi sat still, raised his hand and rubbed his nose, a little excited and a little embarrassed.

"You go in first." Sun Wenqu patted the supervisor on the shoulder, then walked over, and stood in front of him. After the supervisor left, he knelt down and hooked the corner of his mouth, "Fang Xiaochi, you can do it."

Fang Chi laughed twice: "Are you surprised?"

"Surprise," Sun Wenqu looked at him with a smile for a long time before opening his mouth again, "I'm so happy, I didn't reveal any news, when did you arrive?"

At this moment, Fang Chi's mood suddenly turned into a sunny day, and the smile on his lips didn't even bother to talk: "I just arrived, I came back by car in the morning."

"Aren't you going to the club today?" Sun Wenqu sat next to him and looked at him sideways.

"I asked for a leave," Fang Chi smiled, "I was afraid you didn't have time to go there, so I came here by myself."

"I really want to kiss you." Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

Fang Chi glanced at the exhibition hall subconsciously: "Your father is here, do you know?"

Sun Wenqu nodded: "Did you meet?"

"Well, I again..." Fang Chi lowered his head, "I talked to him a few times, and it feels like it's over."

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu laughed, "Why are you upvoted?"

"I just came back this morning, and he said that someone saw me in a gay bar, damn it," Fang Chi frowned, "it must be Li Bowen, that idiot with his dick wrapped around his head, who said that."

Sun Wenqu saw that he didn't speak, and it took almost a minute before he burst out laughing, and couldn't stop laughing for a long time.

"What are you laughing at, I'm so angry that I'm still laughing," Fang Chi frowned, "Stop laughing, choking."

"Hey," Sun Wenqu touched his face, "Fang Xiaochi, you and your uncle Liangzi make a team and you two go out for a run."

"I'm serious. I was so angry that I choked your dad by the way. I said he was blind." Fang Chi said.

"He's not blind," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue with a smile, "He just showed me the way with a wave of the flag, and stared at me not to go, saving face."

"Tell me," Fang Chi was a little frustrated, "If I do this, he will hate me even more."

"Whatever," Sun Wenqu put his arm on his shoulder, "I like you as long as I like you, I like you so much... What's in this box? Cake?"

"No," Fang Chi remembered his present, and stopped when he reached out to open it. He turned to Sun Wenqu and smiled, "Guess what it is?"

Sun Wenqu flicked the box with his fingers, picked it up and weighed it a few times: "Tea eggs."

"...Can you think a little bit normally?" Fang Chi said.

"Hot chocolate." Sun Wenqu said.

"...Are you hungry?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"I really can't guess," Sun Wenqu laughed, "You can give someone a bone, how can I guess?"

Fang Chi glanced at the small bone on his neck, and smiled: "Then open it and look carefully."

Sun Wenqu brought the box in front of him, opened the lid, took a look inside and was stunned: "Hyacinth?"

"Well," Fang Chi scratched his head, "I want to buy lily-of-the-valley, but the lily-of-the-valley isn't blooming right now... Do you like this one?"

"I like it," Sun Wenqu took out the bottle, held it in his hand and looked at it, "is it still pink?"

"There are only pink ones," Fang Chi said, "I think they are pretty pretty."

"Well, let me take it back and put it on the window sill." Sun Wenqu turned the bottle, "President Huang shouldn't eat flowers, right?"

"...Don't eat it," Fang Chi said, "Why don't you buy another pot of cat grass for it."

"No, it's not staying in my room now," Sun Wenqu held the bottle in his hand and stood up, "This unambitious eunuch has already fallen into Hu Yuanyuan's arms."

"Put it back." Fang Chi saw that he turned to walk into the exhibition hall, and quickly took the box and handed it over.

"Why put it back?" Sun Wenqu said, "Throw away the box."

"Are you holding a pot of flowers in?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"It was the two of us who went in holding the flowers," Sun Wenqu said, "Let's go, I'll take you in to see the set I made."

"Your father... is still inside." Fang Chi hesitated.

"Are you afraid?" Sun Wenqu looked back at him.

"I'm not afraid," Fang Chi dismantled the box and flattened it, and put it in the trash can next to it. "I'm afraid that there will be some conflict in a while. After all, Uncle Liangzi, you are here to participate in the exhibition."

"It's okay, don't worry," Sun Wenqu said, "My dad won't stay here for long, and he won't be able to come even if the organizer invites him. He probably doesn't have anything in these exhibition halls that he can catch his eyes. He came here as a private person. Just turn around and leave."

Fang Chi didn't know much about this industry. When he entered the exhibition hall today and saw the booth of Ma Liang's studio, he realized that Ma Liang's studio should be quite famous. The size and location of the booth were the best.

Fang Chi came all the way behind Sun Wenqu, saw a lot of eye-catching works, many people were taking photos with long guns and short guns, Ma Liang's studio was also very busy, Hu Yuanyuan was sitting with a few people in the innermost meeting The customer area was talking, and many people were watching in front of their display stand.

As expected, Sun Wenqu's father was not at the booth, nor was Ma Liang, so he probably followed him around.

"That set," Fang Chi approached Sun Wenqu's ear, and pointed to the sets of bottles placed in the middle of the booth, "it's yours."

"Can you still recognize it?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Of course I can. I've spent the summer vacation with you anyway." Fang Chi said.

Fang Chi felt a lot more relaxed when Sun Wenqu's father was away. He walked over and stood in front of the booth, looking at Sun Wenqu's bottles.

There is a small sign in front of the bottle, which is very artistic, and it says "Waiting" in Chinese and English.

Fang Chi looked at the exhibits next to him, all of them were signed, only Sun Wenqu's set did not have his name.

Fang Chi didn't understand this at all. Fang Chi didn't see why the three sets of bottles, big and small, had no other color except white, why they were called Waiting, and what they were trying to express.

I think it looks very beautiful, full of modern sense, but there is a kind of feeling, which is the feeling that Sun Wenqu had when he was making pottery. He doesn't know what makes this kind of aura appear in a pile, and it looks weird. On the bottle that doesn't make people uncomfortable, I just feel that it fits surprisingly well.

As expected, he didn't want to have anything to do with art, and he didn't see the way after watching it for several minutes.

Hu Yuanyuan saw the two of them and waved. Sun Wenqu nodded, and Fang Chi said softly, "Look for yourself. I'll go over and have a chat. That's a big client."

"Okay." Fang Chi nodded.

Sun Wenqu looked at the booth, put the hyacinth in his hand next to the set of bottles, walked over and sat down.

Fang Chi looked at the hyacinths on the booth with some surprise. He didn't know if Sun Wenqu did it on purpose or not, but after the potted flowers were put on, the pile of white bottles suddenly became more eye-catching.

Fang Chi knew all the people who set up the exhibition in the studio. After watching for a while, he went to the side and sat with them.

The few people who chatted with Hu Yuanyuan before seemed to be very interested in Sun Wenqu's bottle, walking back and forth between the booth and the reception area, looking at it a few times and going back to chat a few words.

Fang Chi's eyes never left Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu was dressed more formally than usual today. The gray casual trousers made his legs look very slender, and the bracelet on his hand looked like pottery, which made his hands very... Sun Wenqu's hands It doesn't need any foil to be so beautiful.

Fang Chi liked watching Sun Wenqu discuss serious matters with people. Although it was rare to see him, whether he was with Ma Liang or now with these few people, he seemed focused and at ease, which made people feel comfortable.

Fang Chi was fascinated. He was probably the only one in this exhibition who stared at people so fascinated. When Ma Liang stood in front of him, he didn't notice it until Ma Liang handed it to him. His drink came up to his nose, and he raised his head startled.

"I'll give it later, I'll tie you a rope," Ma Liang looked at him with disgust and said, "Now, I'm about to go up, up, and lick it.",

"His father is gone?" Fang Chi took the drink, looked behind Ma Liang, but did not see Sun Wenqu his father.

"No," Ma Liang stared at him for a while, "I'm in the parking lot, waiting, waiting for you."

"What?" Fang Chi was drinking his drink with his head up. As soon as Ma Liang's words came out, he almost poured the drink up his nose. "He's waiting for me? Why is he waiting for me?"

"No, I know." Ma Liang gestured towards Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu smiled and said something to those people, got up and walked over: "What?"

"You said your dad was waiting for me in the parking lot," Fang Chi whispered, "What's going on here? Are you making an appointment?"

Sun Wenqu, who was always calm, also raised his eyebrows in surprise, and smiled after a while: "Are you still afraid of a date?"

"Of course I'm afraid!" Fang Chi frowned, "I can still hit him!"

Ma Liang was having fun.

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu said, "My dad is a little old man who plays pottery, what else can he do to you, if you let you go, go, the worst thing is that if you lose your mind and don't accept it, you want to lose it. Shut up and let him talk."

"... Oh." Fang Chi responded.

"Don't be nervous," Sun Wenqu finished speaking and glanced at Ma Liang, "Don't look."

Ma Liang was taken aback, turned around and walked away.

Sun Wenqu licked his fingertips, then pressed them to Fang Chi's lips: "Go Pikachu."