flying dog

Fang Chi took what Sun Wenqu threw over. It was the car keys. It seemed that Sun Wenqu was drunk and asked him to come and drive... Can't you take a taxi? Can't you call a valet?

"Yes, do you have a book?" The man standing outside the car looked at him and asked.

He still remembers this person, and Fang Ying also introduced him to Sun Wenqu's iron son, Ma Liang.

"No." Fang Chi didn't tell the truth. He has the book. He just got it last month. He usually uses Chen Xiang's car to practice. It's no problem to drive a small Beetle with automatic transmission, but he just doesn't want to drive for Sun Wenqu .

"No, what are you doing without you?" Ma Liang said.

"Look," Fang Chi said, ready to throw the keys back into the car, "Let's go."

"Hey," Ma Liang said happily, "he's very angry."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Sun Wenqu leaned on the passenger seat, closed his eyes and frowned, "Hurry up and drive, I feel bad."

"Let's go, let's go," Ma Liang waved his hands helplessly, "From there, go around there, there are few police officers."

"I'm driving without a license?" Fang Chi held on to the roof of the car without moving.

"You, you have... Ben'er," Ma Liang pointed at him with a smile, "Don't pretend to be your uncle, big, big nephew."

"Drive!" Sun Wenqu yelled again in the car.

"Ryoko!" Someone from the bar waved his hand, "It's almost done, let's deal with it."

"Thanks, drive on the road, drive slowly." Ma Liang patted the roof of the car, turned around and walked towards the bar.

Fang Chi looked at the keys in the car, sighed, opened the door and got into the car, opened his schoolbag and looked through it, making sure that the driver's license was in the bag, and then started the car.

Sun Wenqu had put down the co-pilot's seat and was half lying down. He seemed to have fallen asleep, and he frowned with displeasure.

The nightlife time has just started and it's already drunk like this!

drunkard!

Fang Chi cursed in his heart, and after familiarizing himself with the car, he slowly drove out along the road.

Not 10 minutes after driving out, Fang Chi parked the car on the side of the road again.

He was not familiar with the road here, and he was a little confused at night, so he clicked on the navigation next to him, tossed for a long time, and drove out again.

Sun Wenqu was very quiet the whole time, as if he had fallen asleep.

This made Fang Chi much more comfortable. He pressed the player and drove the car while listening to the music. I don't know if the music in the car was chosen by Sun Wenqu. They were all English songs.

It made Fang Chi think of that Gravity again, couldn't help but clicked his tongue, turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu, and then was startled.

Sun Wenqu was leaning on the car seat with his arms under his head and looking at him.

"Are you awake?" Fang Chi was inexplicably annoyed.

"Who told you I fell asleep?" Sun Wenqu said in a low, nasal voice.

"Aren't you drunk?" Fang Chi said.

"It's not to that extent, it's just an upset stomach," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "The main reason is to walk you and experience the feeling of holding the contract in hand."

"A person like you would be bored." Fang Chi sneered, then turned his head to stare at the road ahead.

Sun Wenqu didn't make a sound. After a long time, the car had passed three intersections before he said, "That's right."

It's not close to Sun Wenqu's house, and Fang Chi is now a new driver who is not familiar with the road in an unfamiliar car, so it took him a long time to walk half the distance.

"Stop the car for a while." Sun Wenqu knocked on the car window.

"What?" Fang Chi stepped on the brakes.

"Your father wants to inspect that supermarket." Sun Wenqu pointed to a 24-hour supermarket on the side of the road.

"Isn't it okay to inspect it tomorrow?" Fang Chi looked at the side of the road. He was in the shadow of parking on the side. He only passed the test twice. "It's not easy to park here..."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, but knocked on the car window again.

Fang Chi frowned, he couldn't reason with someone who was drunk, he gritted his teeth, and parked the car on the side of the road at an extremely slow speed, probably one meter away from the sidewalk.

Sun Wenqu opened the car door slowly, and took a look: "This is going to be a horse race, why don't you stop farther away, and stop on the spot in the fast lane to finish the job..."

"If you don't want to go, close the door." Fang Chi looked at him.

"Who said I'm going?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, "Go and buy me a bottle of water."

"I'll go?" Fang Chi frowned, "Didn't you say you wanted to inspect it?"

"Then you help me in?" Sun Wenqu raised his arm, "Or carry me in?"

Fang Chi turned off the engine, opened the door and got out of the car, walked two steps towards the supermarket and stopped, looked at Sun who was opening the passenger door and stretched his legs out of the car and asked Ququ: "What brand do you want? of water."

"Whatever." Sun Wenqu looked down at the ground.

"Ice or room temperature?" Fang Chi asked again, "Nongfu Mountain, is it okay?"

"Ice, ice, ice, let's do it," Sun Wenqu looked up at him, "Isn't it just 14 years old, so long-winded."

"After a while, Nongfushan, who bought ice, will come over and you need to change the water, so I will take a taxi and leave." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu was stunned and laughed, leaning his head on the side of the car door: "The vigilance is so high."

Fang Chi walked into the supermarket quickly, went straight to the freezer, took a bottle of Nongfu Mountain, and trotted to check out. Fortunately, there were no customers in the supermarket at this time.

There was a reason why he was in such a hurry. Sun Wenqu's face was pale, and he didn't know how much he drank or how drunk he was. What trouble come out.

Walking out of the supermarket with water in hand, one can see the cars on the side of the road and Sun Wenqu squatting on the side of the road.

"Here, now..." Fang Chi handed over the water, but Sun Wenqu didn't pick it up, holding on to the car without moving. He immediately became nervous when he saw this posture, "Didn't you vomit again? Why did you drink it?" Just throw up!"

"I didn't vomit, I feel sick to my stomach," Sun Wenqu stood up again slowly, leaned on the car to take the water in his hand, raised his head and drank a couple of sips, and squinted at him, "Let's talk about it last time Did I vomit from drinking?"

"Is it better? When I get better, get in the car. It's past 11 o'clock." Fang Chi looked at his phone, "I can't be late tomorrow."

Sun Wenqu took another two sips, then threw half of the bottle of water into the trash can next to him: "Let's go."

"What a waste," Fang Chi went around and got into the car, "I knew I would have bought you a small bottle."

"Yo, it's quite a waste," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "Why don't you pick it up?"

Fang Chi ignored him and started the car.

After drinking half a bottle of water, Sun Wenqu seemed to have regained his spirits, leaning on the back of the chair and tossing and turning without stopping.

Fang Chi was a novice in driving, so he was already nervous. When Sun Wenqu moved from the corner of his eye, he felt nervous for a while, always feeling that his arm would be touched.

"Do you have fleas?" He couldn't help asking.

"Headache." Sun Wenqu said.

"You still drink like this?" Fang Chi couldn't understand.

"It's okay to drink a little at ordinary times." Sun Wenqu frowned and twisted, and put his hand on his forehead, "Today, I've been drinking too much. I don't know who drank too much and poured white wine into my red wine glass."

"As far as your virtue is concerned, even if you don't drink too much, you have to pour you mixed wine." Fang Chi said.

"Really?" Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, and after a while he smiled, "Maybe."

Sun Wenqu probably felt really uncomfortable, so he didn't speak any more along the way, just frowned, pressed his stomach with one hand and put his forehead on the other, turning back and forth.

When it was almost at his house, he finally stopped, with his eyes closed, he didn't know if he was falling asleep or resting his mind.

He drove the car to the gate of Sun Wenqu's house and couldn't find a parking place, and there was no parking space marked on the ground. Fang Chi could only guess that he parked the car on the side of the road like everyone else.

"Hey," he pushed Sun Wenqu, "Here we are."

Sun Wenqu didn't move.

"Wake up, go home and sleep again," Fang Chi pushed him again, "I'm leaving if you don't get up."

Sun Wenqu still didn't move, frowning.

Fang Chi was stunned for a while helplessly, got out of the car, went around to the passenger side and opened the door, leaned half his body in and grabbed Sun Wenqu's arm: "Wake up! Don't sleep!"

Sun Wenqu still didn't move.

"Don't expect me to carry you in. If you don't get up again, you will sleep in the car tonight." After Fang Chi finished speaking, he bent down and stared at him for a full minute. Seeing that Sun Wenqu was still asleep, he He opened the window a little, then got out of the car, closed the door, and locked the car.

"Let's go!" He threw the car key in through the crack of the car window, and the key fell into Sun Wenqu's hand.

Turning around and walking a few steps, Fang Chi stopped again, turned his head to see that Sun Wenqu in the car was still not moving, so he strode towards the back door of the community.

The weather is not too cold now, so sleeping in the car overnight is no problem.

As he walked while thinking, just as he walked out the back door, his cell phone rang, and when he took it out, it was Sun Wenqu's number.

He answered the phone speechlessly: "Are you awake?"

"You just threw your own father in the car?" Sun Wenqu's voice was still nasal.

"Otherwise?" Fang Chi stopped.

"Come back," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm so sick, I can't walk."

When Fang Chi returned to the car, Sun Wenqu was still leaning on the passenger seat, frowning in pain.

"Let me help you in." Fang Chi opened the door.

"Can't walk, dizzy." Sun Wenqu closed his eyes.

"...Then how can I get you in?" Fang Chi frowned, the car was already full of the smell of alcohol, which made people irritated.

"Carry me on your back." Sun Wenqu said.

"What?" Fang Chi was taken aback, his voice raised unconsciously.

"Wait for me to look for the...contract," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and touched his body for a long time, unexpectedly took out the "service contract" from his trouser pocket, opened it and handed it to him, "Niannian?"

Fang Chi patted his hand away, threw the contract aside, grabbed his arm and pulled him up: "Just this time."

"That's not sure." Sun Wenqu said.

If it weren't for the uncomfortable sound in Sun Wenqu's voice and the bad expression on his face, Fang Chi really couldn't have stayed a second longer.

He turned around and squatted down by the car door, and said in a muffled voice, "Come up."

Sun Wenqu got up and threw himself on his back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

"Don't move around." Fang Chi took out the key from his coat pocket first, then pulled his legs to stand up, and kicked the car door.

"The muscles are good." Sun Wenqu leaned on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

The sound swept behind his ears like a feather duster, and Fang Chi felt itchy on one side of his body. He walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, resisting the urge to swing Sun Wenqu from the fence into the courtyard, and opened the door while saying, "You do not speak!"

"Why?" Sun Wenqu smiled, and suddenly blew on his neck, "I praise you."

This action made Fang Chi almost throw Sun Wenqu directly to the ground, he gritted his teeth and calmed down: "I warn you..."

"I'm going to throw up." Sun Wenqu said suddenly.

"Hold it! Hold it!" Fang Chi roared, took out the key and quickly poked at the yard door. He had never opened the door so wholeheartedly.

After opening the courtyard door, he rushed to the door with Sun Wenqu on his back, and again poked the lock wholeheartedly. Fortunately, the keys of the courtyard door and the room door were quite different, so he didn't need to try back and forth.

After opening the door, he put Sun Wenqu against the wall, let him lean against the wall, then stretched out his hand to pat the wall, and asked anxiously, "Where is the light? Where is the toilet?"

Sun Wenqu didn't make a sound, but after a few seconds, Fang Chi heard his laughter.

"You again..." Before Fang Chi finished speaking, Sun Wenqu turned on the light in the living room from nowhere.

The moment the light came on, Fang Chi saw the happy smile on his face, and suddenly had the urge to drag him out and throw him on the street.

"Seeing how filial you are, I feel better immediately." Sun Wenqu said with a smile, raising his hand.

Seeing his movement, Fang Chi subconsciously covered his back.

Sun Wenqu looked at it and laughed even harder: "I won't touch your butt today."

Fang Chi couldn't describe how he felt now, he pointed his finger at Sun Wenqu's face a few times but didn't say anything, and finally pulled the door and went out, and the door slammed shut against Sun Wenqu's ear.

Sun Wenqu laughed a few more times before he bent over and ran into the bathroom clutching his stomach, lying on the sink and retching twice without spitting out anything.

My stomach was burning like a fire, and my head began to develop from a dull pain to a splitting side.

His friends all know that he can't drink mixed wine, which idiot mixed the wine into his glass!

"Fuck," he washed his face, went back to the living room and threw himself on the sofa, with one hand resting on his stomach, and the other hand took out his cell phone and dialed Ma Liang's number, "Liangzi, come here."

When Ma Liang entered the room, Sun Wenqu was curled up on the sofa watching TV, hugging the pillow and sweating all over his body.

"Your son, where is your son?" Ma Liang took out several boxes of medicine from his pocket, and asked while pouring water from a cup.

"Let's go," Sun Wenqu said, amused after thinking about it, "running like a rabbit."

"Smiling is uglier than crying." Ma Liang frowned and handed him the medicine and water. "Why don't you let him buy it? Buy some medicine."

Sun Wenqu glanced at him without saying a word, threw the medicine into his mouth and poured a glass of water with his head up, then closed his eyes and sighed: "Shame on me."

"I said send it, I will send you back, don't," Ma Liang looked at him, "I have to let that, that kid will send it, and it would be embarrassing to send it away."

"Shut up," Sun Wenqu raised his middle finger at him, "I just want to tease him, this kid...don't you see it?"

"Huh?" Ma Liang responded.

"He hates me..."

"I see."

"Don't rush to answer!" Sun Wenqu hugged the pillow and reunited, "What is the biggest reason he hates me, don't you see?"

"No, anyway, I beg, the biggest reason I hate you... is because you are not a good tool," Ma Liang said, "mud can't support the wall."

"Get out," Sun Wenqu laughed again, half of the smile was a bit uncomfortable, and he wrinkled and coughed twice, "I like men, he hates this."

Ma Liang didn't speak, and dragged him into the bedroom and threw him on the bed, and got him a warm water bag for him to hold.

"Hey... Stomach pain." Sun Wenqu rolled over on his stomach, his eyebrows almost curled into curls.

"Change into pajamas, please?" Ma Liang opened the closet and asked him.

"No." Sun Wenqu buried half of his face in the pillow and snorted.

"Sleep, go to sleep," Ma Liang looked at the clock on the wall, "I'll be there early tomorrow morning, come here."

"Well, drive away," Sun Wenqu waved his hand, "Go back and hug your wife."

"Don't be envious." Ma Liang said.

Sun Wenqu hugged the pillow and laughed for a long time.

"Hurry up and go to sleep." Ma Liang touched the cigarette case and came out, went to the living room window to smoke a cigarette, stood for a while before returning to the bedroom to check, and closed the bedroom after making sure that he was no longer making noise or rummaging around. The lights left.

Fang Chi felt that just one day ago, he had almost caused Sun Wenqu to suffer from a nervous breakdown. He didn't sleep well last night, and when he woke up in the morning, his mind was groggy.

I feel that if it is true that after three months, either he was tortured to death by Sun Wenqu, or Sun Wenqu was beaten to death by him.

Originally, I wanted to make up for sleepiness during class, but the atmosphere in the third year of high school seemed to be about to go to the battlefield. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw the inspirational words posted in the classroom.

The drowsiness is gone.

But after reading Sun Wenqu's handwriting, the handwriting that he thought was quite good before has dropped several notches...

After two classes, Fang Chi had already started yawning, but the second class was Lao Li's class. Lao Li, who was keen to make full use of the recess, seemed to have not heard the bell at all while standing on the podium.

It is estimated that there are not many people in other classes who are out of class normally, and it can only be seen from the few people who wandered outside their classroom that it is indeed time for get out of class to end.

"Sixth class, right? What are you doing here?" Someone next to him whispered, their class and sixth class have always been at odds, and this kind of demonstration-like behavior immediately aroused displeasure.

Class [-] was on the first floor of the teaching building with them, and the two classes were at both ends of the corridor. Walking around from the other end of the corridor to their place was almost considered a long journey, and they could go downstairs to the canteen if they had the time.

"What's the matter?" Lao Li also saw the people outside, leaning on the podium to look at them and asked.

Immediately there was booing and booing in the classroom.

Several people left quickly, and stared into the classroom several times before leaving.

The eyes were very playful and fierce. Fang Chi followed the direction of their gaze and looked a few rows behind him, but he couldn't see who was their target.

However, under this kind of pressure, there will be fights in the school from time to time, just like taking the opportunity to vent, you touch me, I look at you, it may develop from quarrel to hands.

In the afternoon, Fang Chi couldn't hold it anymore, and the last self-study session was requisitioned by the English teacher. He insisted on lying down on the table and fell asleep for a class under the teacher's ruthless gaze.

After school, he was refreshed again.

"Hey, I asked for you." Liang Xiaotao lay down on his desk, "Your Boss Huang is suitable for sterilization now. If you have time, you can bring it today. I've agreed with them, just go directly."

"Oh," Fang Chi responded, "is that the doctor you mentioned last time?"

"That's the one, aren't you reluctant?" Liang Xiaotao asked with a smile.

"Boss Huang doesn't look good on me now. I'm afraid it will kill me if it is castrated." Fang Chi smiled and threw his schoolbag on his back. "I'll take him there to feel it at night."

Fang Chi always walks home from school, which is a kind of exercise. There is a small road behind the school, with one-way lanes, few cars, and a lot of trees. It is quite comfortable to walk back slowly from this road with headphones on. Fang Chi sometimes will run back.

After walking for a while, two battery cars rushed from behind him to the front and turned into a small alley next to him.

They were all from their school, and Fang Chi recognized that these two were the students who were transferred to Class [-] outside their classroom today.

He hesitated for a moment, followed quickly, took off his earphones, and when he approached, he heard the sound of footsteps and fighting in the alley, and someone was yelling and cursing.

"It was you who hit me! I have long since disliked you!"

Fang Chi frowned. If he hit someone in his class, he had to help.

He fumbled in his schoolbag, but found no suitable weapons, only a descender and a piton. The piton was too strong, so he held the descender between his fingers and walked to the entrance of the alley.

"You fucking gay, what are you dragging!" Someone cursed again, followed by the sound of fists hitting someone.

Fang Chi stopped abruptly.

At the same time, he also saw clearly the people in the alley.

The beating was from Class [-], [-], and [-], and the one who was beaten was Xiao Yiming.