flying dog

Fang Chi felt that thanks to himself being too nervous now, if Sun Wenqu had given him such a sudden blow in front of the public, he would definitely not be able to walk out with his back straight like now, and would have to bend down to steal mines for a few minutes that's it.

He didn't know why Sun Wenqu's father wanted to find him, and he couldn't prepare his speech in advance, but Sun Wenqu said, just listen, so just shut up and listen.

Don't go up again.

Can't top it anymore.

Sun Wenqu didn't need to look for his father's car at all, it was parked at the place closest to the exit of the parking lot, and the middle-aged man was standing outside the car.

Fang Chi's gaze met him from a long distance, and he just looked at him and walked over there.

When I came out, I forgot to ask Sun Wenqu who this person was, a bodyguard or an assistant?

But this person definitely didn't have a good impression of him, so he just stared at him all the way, thinking that the two of them would draw their swords after walking a few more steps.

The distance was a bit long, or in other words, he had been looking at this person for too long, so Fang Chi had to turn his eyes to other places to prevent himself from being too nervous to walk around.

It was only about ten steps away, and the man raised his chin at him: "Get in the car."

It's really triad style.

Get in the car, lock it, the boss sits on the back seat with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, swords flashing in silence.

But it was different from Fang Chi's imagination. When he got in the car and sat in the back seat, Sun Wenqu's father, who was also sitting in the back seat, was eating oranges.

After he got in the car, Sun Wenqu said his father hadn't finished eating and didn't speak.

Fang Chi originally wanted to keep silent, but felt a little uncomfortable. He glanced at the small bag of oranges in his hand: "It's definitely not sweet."

"Huh?" Sun asked him, his father gave him a look.

"You're so good at picking." Fang Chi picked one up and looked at it, "This one looks pretty, not sweet."

"I didn't pick it." Sun asked his father.

"Your bodyguard is too good at picking." Fang Chi said.

"Him?" Sun Wenqu's father glanced out the car window, "He is Sun Wenqu's eldest brother-in-law."

"...Oh," Fang Chi was stunned, this man was actually the eldest brother-in-law, "Looks like a thug."

Sun asked him his father turned to look at him.

Fang Chi felt that it was better for him to keep silent.

"What kind of sweet?" Sun asked his father.

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, pulled his hands in his pocket a few times, and took out one: "This kind of ordinary small tangerines, there are beautiful ones and some are very sweet, but generally this kind of ugly ones don't look like they are sweet. The ones that wash your face are sweeter, and the ones that grow on the back of the sun are sweeter."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu's father took this and peeled it off and tasted it. "It's sweet. Do you grow oranges?"

"No, there is a tangerine planting demonstration base in the village next to us. When I was a child, I always went there to steal...no," Fang Chi said, "picking oranges."

"Did you grow up in the country?" Sun asked his father again.

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"No wonder..." Sun Wenqu's father smiled, "I'm quite surprised that Wenqu will be with you."

Fang Chi wanted to speak, but he was afraid of saying something too much, so he suppressed his discomfort and didn't make a sound.

"I heard that all his money is with you?" Sun asked his father and continued to ask.

"En." Fang Chi continued to respond.

"How much?" Sun asked his father looking at him.

"He said it was all of them," Fang Chi said, "I didn't read it, I don't know how many there are."

Sun Wenqu's father sneered: "When he wants to use money, he has to ask you for it. Didn't you read it?"

"When he used the money, I took my own money." Fang Chi said.

"Your own money?" Sun asked him. His father continued to sneer, "Can you afford his expenses?"

"According to the 100 yuan he needs for a takeaway meal, he definitely can't afford it," Fang Chi said, "It's no problem with my expenses."

"... Will he do it?" Sun asked his father's voice raised.

"Is there anything you don't want?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "How much you earn and spend as much as you earn, and people who don't earn a dime are still ashamed to eat 100 yuan takeaway."

Sun Wenqu's father lost his voice.

Fang Chi turned his head to look at him, feeling that he might have said the wrong thing again, no matter how conflicted, this is also Sun Wenqu's own father, and this old man is used to Sun Wenqu's lavish behavior of taking money for nothing Yes, now I tell people face to face that your son is being withheld by me and won't spend it...

"That's right," Sun Wenqu's father said suddenly, "That's right, I've never earned a dime in my life!"

"... Oh." Fang Chi responded with some surprise.

"His eyes are high and his hands are low," Sun Wenqu's father's expression was somewhat disdainful, "I feel that I am so capable that I can't do anything..."

"You can't say that," Fang Chi became annoyed when Sun Wenqu's father said that, and interrupted him directly. He really knows how serious Sun Wenqu was when he was doing pottery, "He is himself He was serious about what he wanted to do, and he did it well.”

"That's right," Sun Wenqu's father looked at him with narrowed eyes, "he hasn't made anything decent since he was a child."

"You didn't even give him a chance to do it." Fang Chi frowned, "For example, you have a father who paints Chinese paintings, saying that your abstract paintings are shit, and you are not allowed to touch them..."

Sun Wenqu's father clicked his tongue, Fang Chi paused, wanted to shut up but continued: "You certainly don't talk shit, you are everyone, but you don't accept anything except your own, so The son is really not everyone's style... Besides, do you dare to say that Sun Wenqu's things are not good? His set of bottles... I was nervous and forgot what the name of the set of bottles is, and you Look, do you really feel bad?"

After Fang Chi said this, he was ready to be kicked out of the car, but Sun Wenqu's father didn't speak, and stared at him for a long time.

Fang Chi didn't know what he was looking at, so he could only remain silent. When he couldn't stand being watched at the end and thought he could get out of the car, Sun Wenqu's father suddenly laughed: "Hey."

"Ah." Fang Chi didn't know what he was talking about, so he could only respond casually.

"You really have no rules, kid." Sun Wenqu's father said.

"Wild dogs." Fang Chi couldn't understand the meaning of the words, and suddenly became a little nervous, not knowing what he was talking about.

"What?" Sun asked him, his father was taken aback.

"Now it's Pikachu..." After Fang Chi finished speaking, he reached out to open the door, come on, get out of the car by yourself, this is all a mess.

"Wait," Sun Wenqu's father stopped him, "Let's get to the point."

"Talk?" Fang Chi was stunned. Looking back, after talking for a long time, it's still not on the topic?

"Well, on to the topic." Sun asked his father to nod, then smiled.

"Are you going off topic?" Fang Chi had to sit down again, and this smile made him relax a little bit, "If you go to take the college entrance examination, you probably won't get points for the composition."

Sun Wenqu's father said suddenly, as if to prove that he could get full marks in the college entrance examination composition: "I want to hear your thoughts."

"What... idea?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"Thoughts in the future," Sun Wenqu's father stared at him again, his eyes were very sharp, as if with fire, "If Wenqu makes the family sad, he will still be my son. I want to know how to make him... like this man, your thoughts."

Fang Chi didn't expect Sun Wenqu's father to ask this question. Of course, he didn't expect anything.

"I don't have any ideas," Fang Chi thought for a while, and replied truthfully, "If he wants to be with me, I'll be with him. If he doesn't want to be with me, I want to be with him too."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu's father probably didn't expect such an answer, and raised his eyebrows, "That's it?"

"Otherwise," Fang Chi took an orange and gently squeezed it in his hand, "Looking forward to the future, what will I do to him, and how will I work hard to make him live well? I think he can live well without me." Well, you may think he is useless, but I think he is very capable, as long as he wants to, he can do things very well..."

Fang Chi stopped halfway through his speech, glanced at Sun Wenqu's father, and felt that the old man didn't react much, so he continued: "I'll do my own thing, as long as I don't hold him back, he needs me I'm here when he wants to, that's fine, of course I don't want to go away when he doesn't need me."

Fang Chi watched him finish these words, and did not look away after he finished speaking, waiting for his reaction, but the old man never responded.

"I'm done." Fang Chi reminded him.

"What about your family?" Sun asked his father very calmly.

This question made Fang Chi feel unprepared. He frowned slightly: "I will handle it well. I won't do anything impulsively, and I won't dawdle and do nothing."

"It's simple." Sun asked him that his father seemed dissatisfied.

"You can wait until I'm done," Fang Chi said, "Ask now, that's all I can say."

Sun Wenqu's father didn't speak, and after a long silence, he suddenly opened the door and got out of the car.

Fang Chi was stunned, and quickly got out of the car.

"I'm going to buy some oranges," Sun Wenqu's father said to his eldest brother-in-law, then turned to look at Fang Chi, "Go and help me choose."

"Buy oranges?" the eldest brother-in-law asked in surprise.

"Well," Sun Wen asked his father to nod, "wait for me for a while."

Fang Chi felt that the old man was insane, and suddenly wanted to drag him to buy oranges in this weird atmosphere, but he could only follow.

There are many fruit shops on the small street next to the Convention and Exhibition Center, with all kinds of fruits.

Fang Chi didn't enter the store, so he squatted down next to an old lady selling oranges on the side of the road and started picking.

The old lady’s oranges were pretty good. When Fang Chi was picking oranges, he suddenly felt a little homesick. Although he didn’t grow oranges at home, the feeling of stealing oranges when he was a child made him feel homesick all of a sudden.

After picking the oranges, Sun Wenqu's father didn't stop Fang Chi from paying the money. He took an orange and peeled it while asking, "How can you bear him?"

"I couldn't bear it at first," Fang Chi said, "I have a bad temper, I like to choke people when I talk, and I'm too lazy to be like a snake..."

"That's right." Sun asked his father and nodded.

"Later, I gradually felt that he was very good. After getting in touch with him, I felt that his whole body was shining." Fang Chi walked towards the parking lot with an orange in his hand, "It's so good."

"Fart." Sun Wenqu's father said with a sneer.

"I haven't eaten anything since I got in the car in the morning, and I can't fart," Fang Chi turned to look at him, "Actually, I'm also quite surprised, your own son, after watching him for 30 years, didn't realize it was okay. Come?"

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Sun Wenqu's father said.

"Then he must be Xi Shi, there must be something as good, otherwise no one would want to see it." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu's father looked at him without saying a word, and smiled after a while: "You are very interesting."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded.

When he returned to the exhibition hall, Fang Chi bought a few bowls of oden at the entrance of the exhibition hall, and carried them into the exhibition hall.

There were a lot of people crowded in the booth of the studio. When Fang Chi walked over with his bag, he saw the people from the TV station holding up the microphone to Sun Wenqu.

"May I ask Mr. Sun, what is the source of inspiration for this set of works?" The reporter asked, "What do you want to express when you name the work "Waiting"?"

"There is no exact source. As long as you have the heart, there will be countless inspirations around you. No work will have only one inspiration. It is a process of blending many ideas." Sun Wenqu's eyes fell on his face through the crowd , "Waiting can be waiting for anything, waiting for some kind of change, waiting for some kind of growth, everyone has this feeling."

Fang Chi smiled at him and walked around to the back of the booth.

Ma Liang was sitting behind him holding his laptop and was busy with a few people in the studio. When he saw him coming, he couldn't say much in front of so many people. He just asked, "How, how is it?"

"It's okay," Fang Chi put the oden on the table, "the fight didn't start."

"Cai, what about the interview?" Ma Liang pointed to the booth, "Didn't you listen?"

"I listened to it," Fang Chi said with a smile, "It's really official."

"No, I can't say it," Ma Liang walked to him and whispered, "The inspiration comes from my son, my son."

Fang Chi was stunned.

Sun Wenqu was not interested in the interview, so after a few questions, he threw the reporter to Hu Yuanyuan and hid behind the booth.

"Is there anything to eat?" He came over and sat down at the table and looked into the bag.

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, and then asked Ma Liang, "Uncle Liangzi, why don't you say a few words."

"I'll forget it, forget it," Ma Liang took a bowl with a smile, and said while eating, "I want to say, let's say it, today's news has to be extra, extra time."

"You and your daughter-in-law are even, and you have to wait until you finish speaking. You can't hear what she said without subtitles," Sun Wenqu said with a smile. Complementary."

After eating the oden, Fang Chi walked out of the exhibition hall with Sun Wenqu, and sat down on the steps of the side door.

"My dad is gone?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, "Why didn't you tell me that the man who came with him is your eldest brother-in-law?"

"Forget it," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "I'm annoying him, and he doesn't want to talk to me. I probably still remember pushing him a few times before Chinese New Year."

"...I thought it was your father's bodyguard, and he said that the bodyguard didn't know how to pick oranges." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu was stunned and amused: "Why are you still talking about oranges?"

"Your dad eats oranges in the car," Fang Chi scratched his head, "He asked me to pick a bag of oranges for him when he left..."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, "Which one is playing? This is it."

"I don't know," Fang Chi told Sun Wenqu roughly what we had chatted in the car before, "I didn't want to talk, but he kept asking, and some of the sentences were quite unpleasant, I think I should speak out Son."

"Very good," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "Very good."

"What's good?" Fang Chi also looked at him.

"Just...you put it that way," Sun Wenqu raised his hand and gave him a slight hook on his face, "It's pretty good. If I were my father, I shouldn't have anything to say."

"I think your dad still cares about you, so he came here to see your exhibition," Fang Chi said.

"He just cares too much," Sun Wenqu sighed, "I hope he treats me like he treats Sun Jiayue. Sun Jiayue lives so freely, and no one talks about her like a lunatic since she was a child."

"She doesn't know how to be Tao," Fang Chi said, "If you weren't so talented to be Tao, your father wouldn't be like this either."

"You're pretty good at talking." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"I think, if you go home during the Chinese New Year, talk to your dad again, I think you two were too hard on you before, you are annoyed by everything he says, and he is angry at everything you say," Fang Chi said, "Actually, you can see that I have rushed at him several times, and he didn't get angry too much. I don't think you two can't talk."

"Let's talk about it," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Let's see the effect of this exhibition."

"Isn't it good? Is there a news conference tonight?" Fang Chi took out an orange from his pocket, peeled it and handed it to his mouth, "I think you have the most people here, and you seem to sign a lot of orders?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu opened his mouth to eat the orange, "Your Uncle Liangzi's studio is quite famous, and they did a good job before... You still took the orange?"

"After buying, I took a few for you." Fang Chi peeled off another one and ate it himself. "Can you get a lot of money this time?"

"Do you want to take it away?" Sun Wenqu asked with a smile.

"Whatever, just don't spend it recklessly," Fang Chi said after thinking about it, "Your father actually knows that all your money is with me!"

"Sun Yao said it, the last time I had dinner with her, didn't I ask you for money?" Sun Wenqu stretched his waist, "I just want her to say it."

"Childish," Fang Chi squinted at him, "I said I don't know how much money you have, your dad still doesn't believe it, and I don't know if he believes it in the end."

"Whatever, I'll just believe it." Sun Wenqu leaned against him and yawned.

"There is no place for you to lean on this morning, but you will be exhausted." Fang Chi glanced at him.

"If the security guards don't care, I just lay down," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I said you don't have to worry about other people's attitudes, just pay attention to my mood."

"Hey," Fang Chi was silent for a while, then touched Sun Wenqu with his arm, "Let me tell you, you can't always be like this, with your family... you should relax as much as you can."

Sun Wenqu turned his head to look at him, and it took a long time before he patted his leg: "Yeah."

"I'll stay at your place tonight," Fang Chi said, "I have to go back to school tomorrow afternoon, and I have to go to class on Monday."

"Shall I take you back to school?" Sun asked Ququ.

"Don't give it away, you have to come here tomorrow, and I think that as soon as the list is signed these days, Uncle Liangzi will be busy with you again," Fang Chi looked around, no one was there, he pulled Guo Sun Wenqu squeezed his hand, "This year's Chinese New Year is early, and the holiday is only two months away. You can pick me up then."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu said.

The exhibition might be quite boring for Sun Wenqu. Fang Chi saw that he was lazily hiding behind the booth, or just went out for a stroll.

Fang Chi thought it was pretty good, anyway, as long as he could stay with Sun Wenqu, it didn't matter whether he was sitting in a daze or wandering around.

Today was the first day, there were many people and it took a long time. Fang Chi followed Sun Wenqu to look around the exhibition hall, and it was quite interesting to hear Sun Wenqu tell him how good this was and how bad that was.

And he found that there are many people who know Sun Wenqu.

Fang Chi could feel that Sun Wenqu was a little uncomfortable being recognized. When greeting someone, if the person was from his father's generation, he would smile politely. He was a little lazy when he was around the same age.

Maybe it's because in the eyes of these people, this is Sun Zhengzhi's son, the son who was talented in Taoism but never made anything.

"Let's go for a walk," Fang Chi said, "I see that there are local products on sale in the square."

"Okay, do you want to buy it?" Sun Wenqu smiled, and when he was walking out, his phone rang, and he took it out to check, "Liangzi."

"Hey," Fang Chi sighed, "Should I let you go back to the booth?"

"I don't know," Sun Wenqu answered the phone, "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to have dinner with Boss Liu later," Hu Yuanyuan's voice came from over there, "Aren't you going?"

"Definitely not going, why ask?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I said no need to ask, just let the two of you go. Liangzi insisted on asking me, saying that in case you get nervous and want to go," Hu Yuanyuan said, "Then you two can play by yourself, but I still have to bother you at night, they are in a hurry to sign the contract, Ryoko wants to discuss the details with you."

"Yes, I see." Sun Wenqu said a few words and hung up the phone.

"What?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"They will pick up guests at night," Sun Wenqu said, "We can go now."

"You don't need to go?" Fang Chi asked.

"No, they are good at this kind of thing," Sun Wenqu smiled and stretched, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Fang Chi followed him up and down.

"Where do you want to go?" Sun Wenqu turned around and asked.

"On the bed." Fang Chi didn't even think about it.