flying dog

There were more people on the second day of the exhibition, because last night's news was featured, and there were many more people who came to see it than on the first day.

Fang Chi originally wanted to drag Sun Wenqu to sleep for a while, but Sun Wenqu woke up early in the morning, and he followed suit, watching the TV replay while washing up.

"Hey," he stared at the picture of Sun Wenqu on TV when the reporter was interviewing Fang, "I found out that you are really photogenic."

"Is that so?" Sun Wenqu didn't have much interest in these things. He hadn't felt much watching reporters interviewing his father since he was a child. "Isn't he handsome?"

"At first glance, he is an extraordinary artist," Fang Chi said with a toothbrush in his mouth, "It's so handsome."

"You still have to accompany me to the exhibition in the morning," Sun Wenqu said while getting dressed, "I'll take you to the station after lunch."

"If you want to be busy, just send me to the gate of the exhibition center. It's not troublesome for me to take a taxi there." Fang Chi said.

"So considerate," Sun Wenqu smiled, "It doesn't look like leeks anymore."

"It always grows into leek flowers," Fang Chi said, "and I have to go to our school to buy fried chestnuts. Cheng Mo wants to use this thing to capture Xiao Yiming."

"...creative is really special." Sun Wenqu said.

Take a taxi to the station by yourself.

When Fang Chi said this, he didn't feel that he couldn't do it. After staring at Sun Wenqu all morning, and then at lunch time, he suddenly regretted it.

He even regretted the suggestion yesterday to let Sun Wenqu stay here and not use the semicolon.

Reluctant.

Just going crazy.

Fang Chi, how did you manage to be so reasonable yesterday?

What medicine did you take wrongly?

Finally, he walked around to the back of the booth and said to Sun Wenqu who was sitting on a chair playing with his mobile phone, "You'd better...take me to the station."

Sun Wenqu raised his head, leaned back on the chair, stretched his legs and smiled: "Don't you say you went by yourself?"

"I've changed my mind," Fang Chi said, "I still have to buy chestnuts. It's more convenient if you give them to me."

"Didn't you say in the morning that you still need to buy chestnuts, so you don't need me to deliver them?" Sun Wenqu curled his lips.

"Will you send me a word?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

"Let's go." Sun Wenqu smiled and stood up, taking his coat.

Sitting in the little beetle, neither of them spoke. Fang Chi kept tilting his head to look at Sun Wenqu's side face. The sun was very good today, and the sun cast a half circle of warm golden halo on Sun Wenqu's face. very nice.

Sun Wenqu took a shower in the morning, and he can still faintly smell the faint fragrance of coconut milk on his body.

Fang Chi sighed softly, turned his gaze out of the car window, and looked at the familiar street scene. At this time, the reluctance and slight anxiety of being separated again began to spread clearly and uncontrollably in his heart.

The taste is not very good.

Stir-fried chestnuts are still delicious, Fang Chi stood at the school gate with Sun Wenqu holding a bag of chestnuts.

"Thinking about how fast these days go by," Fang Chi looked at the students entering the school one after another, "If you're not careful, this place will become your alma mater."

"Yes," Sun Wenqu nodded while eating chestnuts, "In one year, you have changed from a 14-year-old second-year student to a first-year freshman."

Fang Chi laughed: "Hey, don't talk about it, I just wanted to help Fang Ying at that moment, otherwise Xiaoguo's life will be difficult."

"I have to thank her too," Sun Wenqu said, "otherwise you wouldn't be able to meet me."

"Well," Fang Chi looked at him seriously, "I almost missed the treasure."

"It's flattering," Sun Wenqu gave a thumbs up, "the rhythm is clear and the intensity is appropriate."

Fang Chi clicked his tongue twice: "I won't shoot in the future, as long as I know it in my heart."

From my dear alma mater to the train station, there was no traffic jam all the way, and it felt like I was there in a teleport.

Sun Wenqu parked the car in the parking lot, and was about to get out of the car and go to the entrance with Fang Chi, but Fang Chi stopped him, opened the door and pushed him back into the cab.

"Go straight back," he checked to see if no one was paying attention, then poked his head through the car window and kissed Sun Wenqu on the face, "I'll go there by myself, and I don't have any luggage."

"You don't need me to accompany you?" Sun asked Qu looking at him.

"No need," Fang Chi smiled, "I'm afraid I'll force you into it when I get excited."

Sun Wenqu smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "Okay, then go over by yourself, and let me know when you arrive."

"Well, then I'm leaving," Fang Chi nodded, turned around and took two steps, then stopped, turned around, "Let's go."

"Hurry up." Sun Wenqu leaned on the car seat and smiled.

Fang Chi gritted his teeth and turned around, striding towards the ticket gate of the station.

The ticket check was quite fast, and he didn't bring any luggage, just a bag, and he went in quickly.

When he got into the station and was about to turn a corner, he glanced back and was immediately stunned.

Sun Wenqu was standing outside the ticket gate, looking at him with his arms propped on the railing, with a smile on his lips.

"Damn it!" Fang Chi was stunned, and it was too late to go out, so he took out his mobile phone and dialed Sun Wenqu's number, "Why are you here! Didn't you just let you go!"

"I knew you would look back," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed if you didn't see anything when you turned around."

"If I had known you were coming, I wouldn't have advanced!" Fang Chi glared at him.

"That would delay things," Sun Wenqu said, "Okay, let's go in, I'm leaving."

"Well," Fang Chi looked at him from a distance, "drive slowly."

Sun Wenqu hung up the phone, waved at him, turned and left.

Before the person got in the car, the surging lovesickness was already out of control like a volcanic eruption. Fang Chi sighed, went to buy a box of ice cream, and ate it all in one go, and finally calmed down a bit.

Back at school, I just sent a message to Sun Wenqu saying that I have arrived, and before I entered the dormitory building, I saw Cheng Mo running out of the building.

"You're back! We really have a good understanding. I just came out of the toilet and stood by the window when I saw you." Cheng Mo patted him on the shoulder and took his bag away, "Have you bought any chestnuts yet?"

"I bought four bags," Fang Chi said, "People say this stuff won't taste good after two days. How do you do it?"

"It's okay, just go to the cafeteria and borrow the oven, and the microwave is also fine," Cheng Mo said, "I've researched several ways to process and stir-fry chestnuts, and I'll bring it to him when I finish it at night."

"Have we met these two days?" Fang Chi asked as he walked upstairs.

"No, I said to find him for dinner, but he said he wasn't free," Cheng Mo clicked his tongue, "I asked him if he was free to eat fried chestnuts in the evening."

"There must be." Fang Chi smiled.

After returning to school, everything changed back to the previous state in an instant.

Attending classes, reading books, going to clubs for training and part-time jobs, occasionally being dragged by He Dongbao to the school's rock climbing team, and then inquiring about the progress of Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming... Fang Chi feels that his adaptability is really strong, although he thinks of Sun Xiao in his heart. Ask him if he thinks right, but his life is still quite normal.

Sun Wenqu's partnership with Ma Liang started soon, anyway, there were no conditions for their relationship to be discussed back and forth, and Ma Liang was just waiting for Sun Wenqu's nod.

It turned out that Fang Chi only thought that going to the sub-helm would be very busy, and Sun Wenqu couldn't bear it, but he didn't expect that staying at the main helm would not be much easier. Every time he called Sun Wenqu, he was always busy, and sometimes he was so busy. Eleven or twelve o'clock.

"I knew I would have let you come here," Fang Chi sighed, "Why is the design director so busy? I thought this job was just ah, pay attention, this should be like this, that should be like that, okay, go do it, and then You can drink tea."

Sun Wenqu smiled for a long time on the phone: "I won't be so busy in the future. Isn't this just the beginning? There are a lot of things to do, and I just signed a big order again, and I will almost have to deliver after the new year."

"Do you have to be busy during the Chinese New Year?" Fang Chi asked.

"Maybe the vacation time is shorter," Sun Wenqu said, "but if you have time, you can come and stay with me for two days, and watch me busy."

"Okay," Fang Chi said happily, "I'm actually very satisfied just looking at you."

"You don't have to keep emphasizing that you just need to look at me," Sun Wenqu said in a low voice, "You have proved how false this statement is through countless practice."

Fang Chi was happy, a little embarrassed: "If you don't want to, I can't do anything, just watch."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu said, "That's ok, you can do this when you come back from the winter vacation. Anyway, I was tired at the time and didn't want to make a fuss, so you just sit on the side and watch me."

"...Damn." Fang Chi was stunned.

"Look at this reaction," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You must be depressed."

"I don't believe you have no needs." Fang Chi looked around and lowered his voice, "Suffocate you old man, I'll wait for you to cry and beg me."

Sun Wenqu couldn't stop laughing over there.

Life goes by quite quickly, especially when you are in a good mood and have something to look forward to.

It’s just that there are certain times when Fang Chi will be depressed. For example, he has to spend Christmas alone, for example, Sun Wenqu is very busy on New Year’s Day, and his club is too busy to ask for leave for a few days...

At this time, Fang Chi will feel like the protagonist of a bitter drama, somersaulting in lovesickness.

"Fang Chi finally made us balance again." Li Zheng just broke up with his girlfriend for a month, and now he is looking at Fang Chi who is lowering his head to send messages to Sun Wenqu with satisfaction. Friends reunite!"

Several people in the dormitory nodded to express their satisfaction.

"I'm so happy for you," Fang Chi didn't look up, "You guys are single dogs who can only reunite with their roommates no matter what the festival is."

"Oh my god," Zhang Junyi was taking a towel to wash his face, when he heard this, he threw the towel and rushed up, "I can't let you go today! If you don't clean up you, you don't know what we are single dogs called."

"Woof!" Li Zheng yelled and rushed over.

Several people in the dormitory huddled together and pressed Fang Chi on the table, poking and tickling for a long time.

After everyone left, Fang Chi lay on the table and rubbed his arms with a smile: "Hey, why do I feel like someone bit me."

"I bit it!" Li Zheng said, then took a look at the phone that Fang Chi had thrown aside, and was stunned, "Why is your girlfriend's profile picture a man?"

"...she's a god." Fang Chi found out that Li Zheng had taken his mobile phone, and was startled. This is not the weird dormitory like Cheng Mo's. Five of the six people talk about various girls every day. He quickly snatched the phone from Li Zheng's hand.

Li Zheng looked at him: "Can you bear this? Can you bear your girlfriend's photo of her male god as her profile picture?"

"Yes." Fang Chi replied briefly, of course he could bear it, how many times has this person had sex with him in the photo...

"You don't understand, you have to endure it," Liu Yu said on the sidelines, "When necessary, you should also praise her male god together with her, and unify your aesthetics with her."

The topic quickly turned to how to get along peacefully with all kinds of male gods in his girlfriend's mind. Fang Chi heaved a sigh of relief, lay down on his bed, and sent Sun Wenqu a message.

- Just now, someone in the dormitory looked at my mobile phone and asked me why my girlfriend's profile picture was a man, which shocked me.

-Why don't you move Cheng Mo and their dormitory to live there.

-this is a good idea.

- You can also find me three rivals in love, and watch me get jealous.

- At most two, Cheng Mo is now completely obsessed by Xiao Yiming, just like me to you, you are my male god.

- you are my wild dog.

After chatting for a few words, Sun Wenqu probably walked away and didn't speak again.

Fang Chi lay on the bed looking at his head portrait in a daze. When he was not around, even a small head portrait could make him look at it for a long time.

Fang Chi poked Sun Wenqu's head.

Then I was stunned.

Sun Wenqu's profile picture changed, and became the pot of hyacinth he gave him.

Fang Chi stared at Hyacinth for a long time.

"Actually," Fang Chi turned his head and said to Li Zheng, "That's not..."

"Let's go!" Li Zheng turned around and slapped him on the bed, "If you go late, you will be booked out by the young lovers!"

"Where are you going?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

"Eat barbecue, it's almost holiday time, young lovers are reluctant to leave the restaurants on this street to eat one by one!" Li Zheng tugged at his arm, "Hurry up, hurry up, get excited after eating, by the way, take them away." They were all burned!"

"Crazy." Fang Chi smiled, put the phone back in his pocket and jumped off the bed.

Once the New Year's Day holiday is over, there is nothing to look forward to, so I can only stare at the calendar and wait for the winter vacation.

Of course, they have to get through exam week before that.

Fang Chi felt that this was the first time he hadn't worried that he would fail the exam before the exam, and he felt very proud of being possessed by Sun Xueba.

All his thoughts can be used to think about the holidays and Sun Wenqu will come to pick him up soon, Cowherd and Cowherd will be reunited, Romeo and Romeo will meet, Liang Shanbo and Liang Shanbo will fly together... …

The phone was ringing, Fang Chi turned over on the bed, and slowly looked for the phone under the quilt.

This ringtone is not Sun Wenqu's exclusive ringtone, and he is not in a hurry.

But when he took out his phone and saw that Uncle Liangzi was calling, his heart sank for a moment, and he quickly picked it up: "Uncle Liangzi."

"Exam, are you finished?" Ma Liang's voice came over.

"It will be over in two days." Fang Chi said.

"How did you do in the exam?" Ma Liang asked with a smile.

"It went well," Fang Chi said, "Students like us don't pay attention to exams."

"Okay then," Ma Liang lowered his voice, "Li, Bowen, go to you, your village has rented a piece of land, and there are still houses, houses, and I don't know when they will start construction."

Fang Chi didn't speak, but his hands felt a little cold.

"If you want to get it right, Kaichun'er, the ground is freezing now, so it's time to go." Ma Liang said again.

"Well," Fang Chi responded, "I probably rented from Uncle Li's house, which is on the road beside the mountain."

"What do you think?" Ma Liang asked.

"No idea," Fang Chi smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Liangzi."

"Don't tell me, reveal some plans?" Ma Liang asked.

"You will tell Sun Wenqu," Fang Chi said, "I can't tell you."

Ma Liang laughed: "This kid."

"I'll take care of it. Don't tell Sun Wenqu. I'll tell him when I'm done." Fang Chi said.

"Okay." Ma Liang said with a smile, and hung up the phone.

Although I have already planned it in my mind and made a lot of psychological preparations, even Cheng Mo's mother's phone number has been stored in a special group in case I am in a hurry...

But when he heard the news from Ma Liang and thought that he was finally going to face this problem formally, Fang Chi still felt a little depressed and flustered.

What to say?

How do you say it will be more relaxed?

How can I make grandpa understand this kind of thing?

He has thought about all these, over and over again, and he has thought a lot about various answers.

But what I haven't found the best answer is how to say the first sentence.

That's right, this is what he is most afraid of and uneasy about.

What should be, how should I say it, the first sentence.

Just like the step of bungee jumping, the inclination of the tallest water slide... Everything behind can be dealt with, only this step is the most difficult.

He didn't think about how to say the first sentence, and he couldn't think about it. He didn't have an answer at all, not even one.

After the exam, everyone was busy packing their things and preparing to go home. Sun Wenqu came to pick him up tomorrow. Fang Chi was excited and looking forward to it, while feeling unsolvable nervousness and entanglement.

"Come out for dinner tonight." Fang Chi called Xiao Yiming. Originally, when Sun Wenqu came this time, he wanted to ask Xiao Yiming to go back with him, but Xiao Yiming wanted to work part-time until years ago.

"Okay," Xiao Yiming said, "Is it just the two of us?"

"And Cheng Mo," Fang Chi said, "he didn't ask me to call you, but I had to call you both out. I have something to discuss with you."

"You..." Xiao Yiming paused, "Are you going to tell the family?"

"En." Fang Chi responded.

Xiao Yiming sighed softly, and said after a while: "Okay, I'll be there in a while."

"Cheng Mo and I will go find you." Fang Chi said.

"No, I haven't seen your school yet, so I'll visit it tonight." Xiao Yiming said.

"Okay, call me when you arrive." Fang Chi hung up the phone.

As soon as the phone was put back in his pocket, it rang again before he could take his hand out.

Fang Chi took out his phone again, and saw that it was Uncle Zhang's number next door.

It's grandpa.

He picked up the phone: "Uncle Zhang?"

"Hey, yes," Uncle Zhang smiled, "Come on, your grandpa wants to talk to you, and when will you come back?"

"Xiao Chi," came the grandfather's voice, "Have you finished the exam yet?"

"The exam is over," Fang Chi's nose was so sore when he heard Grandpa's voice, he rubbed his nose fiercely before he said, "I passed the exam very well, much better than when I was in high school gone."

"I've grown up and become more sensible." Grandpa smiled happily, "I usually know how to study."

"Well," Fang Chi followed him with a smile, "I'm the only one of the six in our dormitory who studies hard every day."

"When will you be back?" Grandpa asked.

"Tomorrow," Fang Chi said, "tomorrow the aqueduct will drive over to pick me up."

"Aqueduct?" Grandpa was a little surprised, "Did he come to pick you up specifically?"

Fang Chi bit his lips: "Well, he came here to pick me up."

"Are you going to trouble him too much?" Grandpa said, "How long does it take to get back by train, and when he comes back like this, a day is gone."

"It's okay," Fang Chi took a breath, "he's willing anyway."

"You have already said that he has to be willing if he doesn't want to. It's hard for people to refuse you," said the grandfather. "Aren't you very unwilling to trouble others before?"

"Grandpa, it's not hard for him to refuse, he is really willing." Fang Chi said.

"Oh, really?" Grandpa paused, "Is he free?"

Fang Chi laughed, and felt that he couldn't laugh anymore after a few laughs. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes: "He's very busy now, but he still found time to come over."

"This friend is really interesting." Grandpa said with a smile.

"He is not an ordinary friend." Fang Chi cleared his throat, grabbed the railing next to him, and felt that he could crush the iron railing, "He is a better friend than an iron buddy, I told my grandma back then Well, if he's a girl, I'll marry him."

"I heard from your grandma," said grandpa with a smile, "you child."

Fang Chi felt that this was an opportunity to keep talking, but he opened his mouth several times, but he still didn't say it.

He didn't dare to say it on the phone, he had to say it face to face, he had to face to face, he had to see Grandpa's reaction, he had to be able to see Grandpa's reaction clearly, otherwise he would be worried.

Moreover, he also hoped that if grandpa wanted to beat him, he would be able to hit him by raising his hand.