flying dog

"The main purpose of your coming back is to have sex, right?" Sun Wenqu looked at him and couldn't help but laugh.

"No, that's just blurting out," Fang Chi was a little embarrassed, "I came back mainly to see you, and then to see the grand occasion of your works participating in the exhibition, but you also know that I think you will be like that after watching it for a long time." What... think more."

"You don't think much at all, you just think of one word," Sun Wenqu clicked, "Do it."

Fang Chi chuckled: "I'm still young, and I need nutrients for my development."

"Do you understand that doing too much will affect your development?" Sun Wenqu walked out.

"How much is this? How long has it been since I..." Fang Chi raised his voice, and then lowered his voice when he reached the second half of the sentence, "How long have I been holding back."

"Oh, it's really hard for you, isn't it?" Sun Wenqu said with a smile, and stopped after taking two steps, "I didn't take the flowers."

"Do you want to take it?" Fang Chi hesitated, "I think it would be nice to put it in. Don't you think it looks like a set? Just let them not throw it away."

Sun Wenqu thought for a while: "It's better to take it home. After all, my son picked it up all the way here. Let Ma Liang buy another pot and put it there tomorrow."

They turned back to the booth and took the flowers away.

"Have someone buy pots and put them here tomorrow," Sun Wenqu confessed to Ma Liang, "It's just pink, it looks quite effective."

"What, what kind of flower?" Ma Liang asked.

"Hyacinth." Sun Wenqu said.

"Success," Ma Ding nodded, and said to the people in the studio behind him, "You, you, you..."

"I'll go buy it tomorrow morning." The man nodded before he finished speaking.

"Do you want to go back and see your grandparents?" Sun Wenqu asked as he walked out of the exhibition hall.

"...Nope," Fang Chi sighed softly, "I'm leaving tomorrow, I don't have time to go back, so let's stay with them during the Chinese New Year."

"Then go get something to eat first?" Sun Wenqu took out his phone and checked the time. It was already past lunch time. "I'm a little hungry. I've eaten a bowl of oden all morning."

"Well, eat," Fang Chi touched his stomach, "I'm hungry too, I didn't eat much last night."

"Eating won't delay your business, right?" Sun Wenqu asked again with a smile.

"Hey!" Fang Chi was stunned before he realized, "Can you not squeeze me!"

When I come back here, eating is not as worrying as when I was in school. I know everything well, and it is easy to find a place to eat.

Sun Wenqu didn't have a lot of money now, so he was forced to lower his food requirements a lot. Fang Chi dragged him to eat 30 yuan roast goose rice, and he didn't have any objections.

"There's also carrot soup," Sun Wenqu said while eating, "Not bad."

"The radish soup is a gift. If you want to drink it, I will serve it for you." Fang Chi said.

"No need, this bowl is enough," Sun Wenqu laughed after thinking about it, "Why does it sound so strange?"

Fang Chi thought about it for a while and was happy: "Yes, it sounds like two people who are too poor to eat."

"To be honest, I've never eaten like this." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Well, you have to order a takeaway soup." Fang Chi clicked his tongue, thinking about it and worried, "You said it will take a long time, will you not be able to bear it? Do you think I am annoying?"

"No," Sun Wenqu replied very simply, "When I get the money from Liangzi, you shouldn't deduct my ration like this again."

"Yes," Fang Chi smiled and took a sip of the soup, "How much can I take?"

"At that time, you can check the money by punching the card, but there is not much to say about this set of things alone," Sun Wenqu said, "If you want to think more, you have to partner with him."

"Have you made up your mind?" Fang Chi asked, "You've been thinking about whether to partner with him for a year, so I told your dad today that you can definitely do something, and you're not impulsive at all."

"Well, I'm not impulsive, I'm just too lazy to move," Sun Wenqu smiled and glanced at him, "Talk to him in detail these two days, Ma Liang wants to make another semicolon..."

"Okay," Fang Chi immediately sat up straight, "go to our school and get one, and then you can go there."

"Then should I be Tao every day or with you?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

"Don't delay." Fang Chi rubbed his nose.

After eating the roast goose rice, they walked around the street twice, and then went back to Sun Wenqu's place.

Fang Chi is very familiar with Ma Liang's studio. He spent a lot of time in the studio with Sun Wenqu during the holidays, and even picked him up every day.

But it was the first time for Sun Wenqu to visit the newly rented house.

He only knew that the house was rented near the studio because Sun Wenqu was too lazy to run away, but he didn't expect it to be so close.

"If I didn't have a blind eye," Fang Chi stood by the window, pointing to the small building less than ten meters away from the window, "is that Uncle Liangzi's studio?"

"That's right," Sun Wenqu smiled, and put the bottle of hyacinth on the TV cabinet, "Good eyesight."

"No wonder President Huang ran away with Hu Yuanyuan..." Fang Chi said.

"Mr. Huang is an eunuch, but after all, his sexual orientation is still popular. Hu Yuanyuan must be more pleasing to the eye than us," Sun Wenqu said, "and Hu Yuanyuan even bought catnip for him."

"This is worthless." Fang Chi clicked his tongue, and there was a row of flower pots on the windowsill opposite, full of catnip.

"I'll take a shower," Sun Wenqu went into the room to get his clothes, and then threw the TV remote control to him, "You can wait a while."

"Yeah." Fang Chi turned on the TV.

There is no TV to watch at the moment, and the function of turning on the TV is to show that there is a TV here, which is more complete than the one he rented before.

Fang Chi didn't watch TV either, and walked around the room.

Sun Wenqu's house here can't be compared with the perfectly decorated house in the high-end residential area before. Ma Liang is a person who knows how to live, so the rented house for him is just enough to live in.

One bedroom with kitchen and bathroom. In addition to the wardrobe and bed, there is a whole wall of bookcases in the bedroom. This bookcase is bought after seeing it. It is full of books by Sun Wenqu.

It can be seen that the furniture that was not furnished when renting a house is not only this bookcase, but also the sofa in the living room.

The special sofa for the water channel in the snake state, the kind of big soft sofa that can't get up if you nest in it.

Fang Chi nestled on the sofa, and immediately smelled Sun Wenqu's familiar scent, the smell of coconut milk surrounded him, he closed his eyes, his body was sunken and supported by the sofa, he was almost wrapped up, This feeling is really...

He jumped off the sofa, went to the bathroom door and knocked: "I'm going in."

"Why?" Sun asked, opening the bathroom door.

"Take a mandarin bath." Fang Chi took off his shirt and squeezed into the bathroom while taking off his pants. "By the way, I want to try it on that sofa."

"How many times have you thought about it this afternoon?" Sun Wenqu stood under the shower head, flushing the water with his pocket, "I think you have to try it in the bathroom."

"You still understand me." Fang Chi laughed, stood behind him and hugged him, nibbling the back of his neck with water.

"You said that you would be thrown away like me for three years," Sun Wenqu turned his face and said, "What do you want?"

"Take you with me," Fang Chi leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "30 years is fine."

"If you think well, it's just you." Sun Wenqu raised his face to the water.

"It's impossible for someone to throw me into the mountains," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "Don't say I can't do it, if I don't see you for a month, I will go crazy."

When Hu Yuanyuan was standing at the window of the studio and shouting this way, Fang Chi was laying on Sun Wenqu's body with his eyes closed to rest. Sun Wenqu seemed to be asleep, and he was about to push him into the sofa.

"Fang Chi! Eldest nephew!" Hu Yuanyuan's voice was not too loud, but it still shocked Fang Chi.

"Oh, be quiet!" He got off the sofa anxiously and cautiously, ran to the window with bare feet and opened the curtains, and hissed with his fingers.

"Oh my god, what time did you two go to bed?" Hu Yuanyuan stood there holding Mr. Huang in her arms, and was taken aback when she saw that he was shirtless.

Fang Chi was also taken aback, only now did he realize that it was already dark all around, he glared at Hu Yuanyuan: "What time is it?"

"It's past ten o'clock," Hu Yuanyuan said, "Your uncle and I just came back."

"They're back?" Sun Wenqu's nasal voice came from the sofa behind him.

"Well," Fang Chi turned his head, "was it waking you up?"

"I woke up as soon as you moved," Sun Wenqu yawned and walked to the window, calling over there, "Is there anything to eat?"

"You didn't eat? Or are you hungry again?" Hu Yuanyuan asked.

"No." Sun Wenqu replied.

"Then come here and I'll make you some dumplings?" Hu Yuanyuan said.

"If you don't make it yourself, don't eat it." Sun Wenqu yawned again.

"Hey, I made it last night, I'm so annoying," Hu Yuanyuan glared at them, then turned and left the window, "Young master, you really should bundle them up and sell them for a dumpling..."

"Do you want to go over and talk to Uncle Liangzi?" Fang Chi asked while getting dressed.

"Well," Sun Wenqu was half dressed and then lay back on the sofa, eyes closed, "He wants to sign a contract. If this thing is going to be mass-produced, there are many details that need to be finalized first. We need to discuss it."

"Can he discuss it when he goes out to drink?" Fang Chi was a little worried and didn't come back until after ten o'clock.

"They are wine masters," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Hu Yuanyuan must have been drinking too. Does she look like she has been drinking? Not to mention Ma Liang, anyway, he doesn't like to talk when he stutters, so he just bury his head in drinking." .”

Fang Chi smiled and leaned on him, stroking his waist lightly: "When will we have a drink together?"

"When you come back for Chinese New Year this year," Sun Wenqu hooked the corner of his mouth, "Is the loser here?"

"...All right." Fang Chi looked at him.

"Then you're done, Dad will love you very much." Sun Wenqu closed his eyes happily.

"Really, are you good at drinking?" Fang Chi looked at him suspiciously.

"It shouldn't be a problem to put you down. Whoever picked me up during the Chinese New Year last year fell asleep," Sun Wenqu kept laughing, "I don't know if I really forgot or pretended to be stupid the next day."

"Damn..." Fang Chi was a little embarrassed for a while, and then said unconvinced, "I drink more than you."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu was still happy, "Then try it, don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"That's what I said," Fang Chi made him laugh, laughed a few times and whispered in his ear, "I didn't hurt you today, did I? I feel like I'm a little out of control..."

"It's okay." Sun Wenqu said, turning his head and kissing him on the mouth.

"Is it so cool that you didn't notice the pain?" Fang Chi asked with a suppressed voice.

"Yeah, I almost cried," Sun Wenqu flicked the tip of his nose, "Get up, let's go eat dumplings."

"Can I just listen to you when we talk about things later?" Fang Chi stood up.

"Okay." Sun Wenqu smiled.

When he entered the studio, Fang Chi smelled alcohol. Ma Liang and the others probably drank a lot, but judging by Ma Liang's state, he really didn't seem to have drunk much.

Hu Yuanyuan also cooked a pot of dumplings deftly.

"Is this the big meat dumpling that you made yesterday that could feed the starving people?" Sun Wenqu sat down and asked, one dumpling was stuffed with two taels of meat.

"That's right," Hu Yuanyuan said with a smile, "If you think there is too much meat, there are vegetarian stuffings there, how many can I cook for you?"

"Don't bother, that's all," Sun Wenqu smiled, "How was your drink with Boss Liu?"

"You eat first." Ma Liang said.

"Looks like there's something going on." Sun Wenqu lowered his head and ate the dumplings.

Fang Chi felt that he was really hungry, and he didn't know whether it was because the roast goose meal at noon was not enough or it had been too long, and he had tossed about it with physical labor. It feels like ten sets are not enough.

Sun Wenqu didn't eat much, Fang Chi almost counted them for him, and probably only ate ten.

Mr. Huang was sitting at the dining table, sitting upright in front of his plate, with the tip of his tail curled up in front of him, staring at the dumplings so intently.

"Want to eat?" Fang Chi picked up a dumpling and shook it in front of its eyes, "Kneel down and beg me, you traitor."

Mr. Huang narrowed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Please don't give it to you either." Fang Chi put the dumpling into his mouth.

Mr. Huang meowed, raised a paw and stepped on the edge of the plate.

"Why, you still want to grab it with your claws?" Fang Chi stared at him.

"Jiangjiang ignores him," Hu Yuanyuan walked over and took a copy under Mr. Huang's stomach, and took it away. "We don't eat his dumplings either, we eat our own cat dumplings."

"What do you call it?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

"Jiang Jiang," Hu Yuanyuan said, "looks like Huangpi Jiang."

"Like it?" Fang Chi laughed.

"Anyway, no, it doesn't look like one, always." Ma Liang said aside.

"I will resign after the lottery is over," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "What kind of dumplings are cat dumplings?"

"It's just nothing, no seasoning, no meat dumplings, dumplings," Ma Liang said, "I'm afraid it will fall off, Mao."

"The little cat is so particular," Fang Chi said while eating, "When I was there, he ate leftovers and gnawed big bones, just like a dog."

"It's over," Sun Wenqu put down his chopsticks, and patted Fang Chi's shoulder, "Eat slowly, I'll go upstairs to chat with Uncle Liangzi first."

"I'm done eating." Fang Chi quickly stuffed the last dumpling into his mouth and stood up.

"You wash the dishes." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded, and quickly put away all the plates and chopsticks on the table.

"Hey, you don't need to wash it," Hu Yuanyuan shouted in the kitchen, "You can put it there, I can just wash these few dishes, and you follow your father and wag your tail."

Fang Chi cheerfully followed Sun Wenqu up the stairs.

Ma Liang's small conference room is very comfortably decorated, with a large sofa and a table so big that you can't see the edge when you lie on your head.

Fang Chi likes this kind of table. Ma Liang made this table to order. Sometimes when talking about samples, a large table is needed.

Now on this table is Sun Wenqu's set of "Growth", and beside it is a glass bottle with a handful of imitation silk flowers poked inside.

"What is this?" Sun Wenqu pulled out the flower and looked at it.

"Dai, Dai Feng, Xinzi," Ma Liang explained solemnly, "Fan."

Sun Wenqu was overjoyed: "You don't look awkward."

"Speaking honestly, I think the wind, the wind, the wind...fuck that flower," Ma Liang pointed to the glass bottle, "it's pretty good to add it in."

"Add a bottle of hyacinth?" Sun Wenqu sat on the sofa, propped his forehead and looked at the things on the table.

"What do you think?" Ma Liang said, "Old Liu asked today, asked me, did this flower come in a set?"

Sun Wenqu propped his elbows on the edge of the table, stared at the bottle and flowers for a long time without speaking, as if he was pondering.

Fang Chi sat on the side and felt sleepy after a while. He admired Sun Wenqu's bright eyes, stared at Sun Wenqu's profile for a while, and then lay down behind Sun Wenqu.

When Sun Wenqu leaned back, he just leaned on his stomach. He felt very at ease and closed his eyes. Ma Liang was probably used to it.

"It's not good to add real flowers," Sun Wenqu said, "it's meaningless to make more bottles for people to arrange flowers by themselves. This set is all bottles... In fact, he thinks it's good because the colors and flowers are softer to people's vision. a feeling of."

"Yeah." Ma nodded.

"If this thing is just my own expression, I will definitely not change it," Sun Wenqu said, "What I want is this feeling, entanglement, running-in, clean, simple and a bit sharp... But if it is a product, I will You can make it a little softer, without adding flowers, and you can add other elements."

"Listen to you." Ma Dian nodded.

Fang Chi closed his eyes and listened to Sun Wenqu's words. Sun Wenqu was very charming when he was serious, and his voice and tone would change. He liked the multi-faceted little expert Sun Ququ very much.

When Sun Wenqu spoke, the slight vibration came from his stomach, which made people feel at ease and satisfied.

He was still in class yesterday, and today he was next to Sun Wenqu. He really felt satisfied. Even if he had to go back to school tomorrow, it wouldn't affect his current mood.

Sun Wenqu chatted with Ma Liang about this set of bottles for a long time, and then slowly talked about the future.

Fang Chi closed his eyes and listened half asleep. Sun Wenqu was so energetic when he talked about the serious things he was interested in. He was sleepy before, but now... Fang Chi probably is already midnight.

Sun Wenqu probably plans to partner with Ma Liang this time. The two talked very carefully. What Ma Liang meant was two choices. Let Sun Wenqu manage the semicolon, or let the general rudder control the overall design direction of the studio .

Semicolon Ma Liang really wanted to do it at Fang Chi's school, because the distance is close, and the style of the city is close.

Fang Chi opened his eyes.

"Let me think about it." Sun Wenqu said, putting his hand on Fang Chi's leg and gently touching it.

"At the main helm." Fang Chi said.

"Huh?" Sun asked Qu looking down at him, "What?"

"I think it's more suitable for you to be the chief designer?" Fang Chi smiled.

"Really?" Sun asked Qu with the corners of his lips curled up.

"I don't want him to go, why not go to your place?" Ma Liang asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Think about it," Fang Chi sat up and stretched, "but it still depends on the actual situation."

Fang Chi felt that he didn't know much about Sun Wenqu, but in this matter, he could guess that between managing a studio and doing design, Sun Wenqu would definitely prefer the latter.

What Sun Wenqu wants is to be able to freely express the feeling he wants.

After chatting with Ma Liang, it was past two o'clock when we returned to Sun Wenqu's room.

"Are you sleepy?" Fang Chi asked.

"I wasn't sleepy just now, but now I'm so sleepy that I can fall asleep standing up," Sun Wenqu put his arm on his shoulder and flicked it on his chin, "Do you really want me to stay here?"

"I wish the studio would be finished tomorrow, and then we could go there together," Fang Chi leaned against the wall, holding Sun Wenqu's waist with his hand, "but this matter has to be rational, and you can't follow the lower body... …I was like, what you want is something that people can see about you, whether it's for your dad or someone else."

Sun Wenqu looked at him and said nothing.

"Besides, I think you are so lazy, you have to do things according to your mood, look how tired Ma Liang and the others are working on this studio, there are so many chores," Fang Chi kissed him on the tip of the nose, "I feel like you can't do it In two weeks, the pick will be dropped."

"Look down on me." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I didn't underestimate you," Fang Chi hugged him tightly, "You are just such a person, in fact, I really like you, either you are lazy like a snake, or you look like clockwork."

"As for me, I really like you..." Sun Wenqu said, "When it comes to critical moments, you look very reliable."

"Do you still think it's not good to find a little boyfriend?" Fang Chi sniffed with some complacency.

"You are not a little boyfriend," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "You are my boyfriend."