flying dog

Fang Chi felt like a person who was terrified of facing a pile of explosives but had to hold a torch to light them.

I don't know how powerful this pile of explosives is, how far it can go, how high it can go, who will be injured, and whether it will blow everyone up.

No matter how many options there are, it seems impossible to ensure that he can pull the people around him to escape safely.

And when this sentence was spoken, it was like a torch hitting a fuze.

Seeing the sparks flying from Zizi, he knew that he had no way out.

Grandpa was filling the shredded tobacco. Hearing this sentence, the movements of his hands paused. The hand that filled the shredded tobacco shook suddenly, and the shredded tobacco held by his fingertips fell to the ground.

"Why did you beat you?" He turned his head and looked at Fang Chi.

"I..." Fang Chi didn't dare to look at Grandpa, but just stared at the shredded tobacco on the ground, "Grandpa, I... If I say I... I'm the same as Xiao Yiming, you will..."

"What is it like him?" Grandpa asked.

"Just like him... just like him..." Fang Chi closed his eyes and bit his lips fiercely, "I like men."

The air seemed to freeze.

Time also seemed to freeze.

Everything around seemed to freeze.

Only the cold wind was still flying freely, piercing in from the outside of the yard, sweeping the bare skin with thorns.

The pipe in Grandpa's hand was drawn sharply on the back of his head.

pain.

very painful.

The grandfather who has been doing farm work all his life has amazing strength.

Fang Chi only felt that something hit the back of his head, and he felt the pain after a while of blunt wood. Before the pain spread, the pipe slapped on his face again.

Then it snapped.

"What did you say?" Grandpa's voice was full of surprise and trembling.

Fang Chi didn't move, and moved his eyes from the shredded tobacco on the ground to the broken half of the pipe with some difficulty: "I like...men."

"Which man do you like? Is it Xiao Yiming or..." Grandpa paused, "Sun asked Qu?"

This is the first time that grandpa correctly pronounced Sun Wenqu's name after the whole family changed his name according to grandma's, and it was the first and last name.

It's not surprising that grandpa would ask who it is. Perhaps in his eyes, there must be such a person, otherwise Fang Chi would not be able to say that he likes men.

"It's not Xiao Yiming." Fang Chi replied.

He was able to deny Xiao Yiming, but he didn't have the courage to say Sun Wenqu's name again. His grandparents treated Sun Wenqu as half a grandson, so he really didn't have enough courage to explicitly let his grandfather suffer another blow.

"That's Sun Wenqu?" Grandpa's voice trembled a little.

Fang Chi didn't speak, and stared at the toe of his shoe silently.

Grandpa didn't ask any more questions, just picked up the broken pipe from the ground, and held the two stems together, as if he wanted to put the stem back.

But it was never successful.

At last he threw down his pipe and stood up, pacing the backyard.

Grandpa often strolls in the backyard, walking slowly back and forth.

He didn't walk very fast today, but Fang Chi could still hear the restlessness and restlessness from his footsteps. The kid who usually likes to run around at the feet of his grandfather didn't move, he huddled in a corner of the yard and sat quietly .

Fang Chi's mind couldn't think anymore, it was like a pot of sauce, gurgling and churning. It was obviously a full pot, but there was nothing that could be seen.

He only felt cold, and the cold began to invade his body inch by inch from his fingertips.

"Grandpa..." He took a breath and raised his head.

He didn't finish his sentence, although he didn't know what he wanted to say after calling him grandpa.

"Shut up!" Grandpa stepped over in two steps and slapped him on the left side of the face.

Fang Chi squatted until his legs felt a little numb. The slap almost knocked him to the ground, and he stretched out his hand to support the ground.

The kid yelled, ran to his grandfather's legs, bit the hem of his clothes, made a soft beeping sound, and hummed with his nose.

"You," grandpa pointed at him, his hands were trembling, and his lowered voice was trembling, "I've always said that you have an idea since you were a child! It's reassuring to have an idea, and you really have an idea! You really have an idea!"

Fang Chi didn't speak, but the slap by his grandfather made him a little dazed.

"This is you! It's killing you!" Grandpa's lips trembled, he still pointed at him, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Fang Chi was also silent. Once the words were spoken, everything changed. No matter whether he had expected such a scene or not, every second that followed would be unexpected.

"Go upstairs!" Grandpa glared at him, "Go upstairs!"

Fang Chi stood up very slowly. He didn't know whether he was slapped or squatted for too long due to cerebral ischemia. His eyes were dark and he fainted for several seconds before he turned around and walked into the room.

"How do you want your grandma to live!" Grandpa said behind him with heartache and anxiety, and then sighed heavily, "How will you live this year!"

Fang Chi didn't go back to the living room from the corridor and then went upstairs. He was afraid and didn't have the courage to face the grandmother who didn't know anything. He went directly to the roof from the stairs in the backyard, opened the door and entered his room.

After closing the doors and windows, he sat on the edge of the bed.

There was buzzing in the ears and in the head, mixed with a high-pitched tinnitus that seemed to be screaming.

Just say it.

But he didn't feel relaxed at all. Grandpa's words made him feel like he was under the bottom of many, many quilts.

Shen, but couldn't crush him to death.

It's boring, but it can't suffocate him to death.

It was so heavy and depressing.

The phone rang.

It took Fang Chi a long time to slowly take out the phone from his pocket.

It was a message from Xiao Yiming.

-Don't mention Sun Wenqu when you talk about it, don't mention that you have a boyfriend now, it may be more relaxed.

Fang Chi moved his fingers, as if he had some difficulty moving, and every movement of his fingers was very difficult.

- It has to be said, and has been said.

It took a while for Xiao Yiming to reply the message again.

- Already said it?When did you say that?what's the situation?Is it convenient to answer the phone now?

- What I just said is not very good, it is convenient to answer the phone but I don't want to talk.

-Okay, if you need help, just say, hold on, and comfort your grandparents.

-Um.

Fang Chi put down his phone, fell on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Grandpa didn't give him any response other than being angry. He didn't know whether he could accept it, whether he would agree, or what to do next.

Maybe it's because grandpa still needs time to sort things out, not to mention grandpa, but even me, I couldn't take it anyway at the beginning.

And after Grandpa sorted out his thoughts and reacted... he didn't dare to think about it.

The surroundings are very quiet, just like every year in the past, years ago it was quiet with the unique excitement of the New Year, but this year, Fang Chi only felt the quiet that made him unable to breathe normally.

The room was very quiet, and one could hear the boy's footsteps and the sound of knocking against his door with the tip of his nose.

Downstairs was also very quiet. He couldn't tell whether grandpa was in the backyard or the living room, and he couldn't tell whether he had told grandma.

And he didn't know what else he could do besides lying here.

I don't know how long it took, but the burning pain on the left side of the face disappeared and was replaced by a scalding temperature. The pain on the head also disappeared and turned into a numb fever and swelling.

There were footsteps on the stairs, urgent and heavy.

Fang Chi opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

The small alarm clock on the table showed that it was noon, and he had been lying here for three hours.

This is the sound of grandma's footsteps, the footsteps of grandma when she is angry.

He took a deep breath, ready to accept his grandmother's beating.

The door of his room was not pushed open, and grandma opened the door of Sun Wenqu's room next door.

Before Fang Chi could figure out why, he heard the sound of chairs falling to the ground and the sound of cups being smashed.

What followed was the loud sound of various things falling to the ground and shattering.

When Fang Chi heard that someone seemed to be smashing Sun Wenqu's electric furnace, he jumped out of bed, summoned up the courage to open the door and walked out.

"What are you doing out here?" Grandpa stood outside Sun Wenqu's room door, saw him coming out, and said with a frown.

"I..." Fang Chi couldn't see the situation in the room, but the door was already full of broken glass and wooden boards.

"Go back to your house," said Grandpa.

"I'm sorry," Fang Chi didn't know what else to say, "I'm sorry."

"Call Sun Shuiqu!" Grandma yelled from the house, and when she came out, she was holding a hatchet that had been curled and notched, her eyes were red, and her face was covered with tears. Ask him! What can we do to him! He wants to cheat us like this!"

"Grandma," Fang Chi's heart ached for a while, and he felt his whole body throbbing with pain. He knelt down, "Grandma, I'm sorry, I'm the one who's sorry for you."

Grandma didn't speak, but stared at him with red eyes for a long time, and finally threw away the hatchet and rushed over.

"Why are you doing this!" Grandma slapped him on the arm, and then slapped him on the shoulder again, "Why! Why are you!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Fang Chi lowered his head and bit his lip.

Grandma beat and beat him repeatedly, crying while beating.

why.

why.

Why are you.

This may be the question they most want to know the answer to.

But why?

Fang Chi didn't know, why?

If you ask him why he likes Sun Wenqu, he may be able to tell a lot, those who are on the stage and those who are not, many, bit by bit, why he likes Sun Wenqu, he knows better than anyone else, than Sun Wenqu He knew it himself.

But why do you like men?

No one can answer.

"I don't know, I don't know..." Fang Chi lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Grandma, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Grandma started to cry loudly, she didn't ask "why" again, she just hit him all at once.

Grandma's strength is far inferior to that of grandpa's. The raindrops of fists and slaps fell, but her body didn't hurt too much.

But his heart hurt so badly that Fang Chi couldn't breathe.

"Bastard," grandma cried and beat, "little bastard! You are not a joke little bastard!"

Grandma's crying made Fang Chi regret "seizing" today's "opportunity".

"Go and rest for a while." Grandpa who had been standing by the side watching silently came over to support grandma. "It's useless beating like this. Be careful not to get angry."

"It's useful to kill him!" Grandma cried.

"Don't be angry." Grandpa put his arms around her shoulders and patted her on the back lightly. "Come, come downstairs with me."

Grandma stretched out and hit him on the shoulder twice before being dragged downstairs by grandpa half-supported and half-dragged.

"Xiao Chi, go back to the house first." Grandpa said on the stairs.

Fang Chi lowered his head and knelt without moving.

Grandma should have been helped back to the downstairs bedroom by grandpa, and her sad crying gradually died down.

Fang Chi still knelt and did not move.

He doesn't want to move.

Unable to think and unable to react.

He just wanted to kneel like this.

I feel that even breathing now will affect the painful nerves.

He was distressed.

I feel sorry for grandpa, I feel sorry for grandma, and I feel sorry for these two old people who have devoted all their energy and love to themselves.

From the angle where he was kneeling, he could see a corner of Sun Wenqu's room. The neatly tidy room was already a mess.

He also felt sorry for Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu, who drank and chatted with his grandpa, wrote Spring Festival couplets for them, and made dishes for them, has now become a sinner in the eyes of his grandparents because of his saying "I like men".

Distressed.

Feel sorry for everyone.

But he was confused and didn't know who to blame.

Blame Li Bowen?

Or do you blame yourself?

he does not know.

"No, didn't answer the phone?" Ma Liang asked aside.

"Yeah," Sun Wenqu looked at his phone and threw it aside, "I didn't answer the three calls."

"Sleep, how about?" Ma Liang said.

"One nap from noon to six in the afternoon?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "Besides, let alone sleep, even if he is unconscious, he will get up and answer my phone when he hears it."

"That's going out. I didn't bring my mobile phone with me when I went out to play." Ma Liang smiled.

"Probably, forget it and wait for him to call me," Sun Wenqu stretched, "I'll go and see the design draft."

"Eat first, rice." Ma Liang patted him on the shoulder.

After the weather got cold, Hu Yuanyuan arranged different kinds of hot pot for a group of people in different ways every day, such as mutton, beef and big bones, Sichuan flavor, Hunan flavor and Northeast flavor.

Sun Wenqu felt that he would be able to sell after the Chinese New Year.

"Today's spicy pot is quite spicy," Hu Yuanyuan said, pointing to a pot of red soup. "I saw the package of hot pot ingredients as a big lump, so I wanted to break half of it into it, but I slipped my hand and put it all in."

"I enjoyed it today," Sun Wenqu took a spoon and tasted a little, "Hey, I guess I can play Meng Jiangnu crying on the Great Wall for friendship tonight."

"Really?" Ma Liang was delighted when he heard it, and came to taste a little bit, "Liangmeng, Meng Jiangnv, Ba, Badaling arrived at Mu, and Mutianyu cried for it, and wept so hard."

After crying for a meal, Sun Wenqu went to wash his face, rinsed his mouth by the way, swallowed a piece of chocolate, and then went to the design studio.

He always said that he was too lazy to learn to use the computer to make design drawings, but finally he did. He sat in front of the computer, sighed, and wrote down his thoughts in the notebook while looking at the pictures.

Ma Liang didn't follow in. When he was looking at the pictures and thinking about things, Ma Liang could tacitly let him stay alone.

When he came out of the design room after finishing his work, Ma Liang came over and handed him a cup of hot tea: "Why, how is it?"

"I'll talk to Xiao Zhang tomorrow." Sun Wenqu took a sip of tea, took out his phone and checked the time, it was almost ten o'clock, "I'll go back to bed first."

Ma Liang glanced at his phone: "Still not, not..."

"No," Sun Wenqu put on his coat, put his phone in his pocket, and tugged at the collar, "Good night."

"Good night, Mr. Sun." Hu Yuanyuan leaned on the sofa and said with a smile.

Sun Wenqu went back to his room, took a shower, huddled on the bed, turned off the light, and took the phone.

There are no missed calls or unread messages. Since Fang Chi called him last night to say good night, he has not been contacted again until now.

Sun Wenqu frowned, what's wrong?

Fang Chi is a very stable person, no matter what, he would never do such a thing that would make him worry.

What's the matter?

Li Bowen?

Deal with Li Bowen?

How did you deal with it?

How should I deal with it so that I won't make or answer the phone?

Sun Wenqu lay down and closed his eyes. After pondering for a while, he opened them suddenly.

The small wall clock in the living room downstairs rang loudly. Fang Chi sat in the corridor on the second floor and listened. It was eleven o'clock.

He felt that those little ladies on TV who knelt all night until their faces were pale and wobbled, and finally fainted were all bullshit. Before he knelt down to the point of fainting, he felt that his knees were about to break, and he had to sit on his heels On the ground, and then the heels were about to shatter, and it turned into sitting on the ground.

From the afternoon to just now, the cell phone rang many times. There were messages and calls, and he heard them all. Some were from other people, and some were from Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu called several times.

But he just knelt and sat there without moving.

dare not move.

He was afraid of hearing Sun Wenqu's voice, and he was afraid that he would not be able to fake his emotions.

He is also afraid of hearing other people's voices, anyone's voice, Xiao Yiming, Cheng Mo, he is afraid, he is afraid that they will ask.

How's it going?

what's the situation?

How do you say, how are grandparents?

He was afraid to answer, afraid to think of the chaotic and distressed scene before.

The TV downstairs was on, and grandparents, like him, hadn't eaten anything since noon.

They were all in the house at the beginning, but now they are sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV. The channel is always on the central one and has not been changed.

I didn't hear any conversation between my grandparents. The bedtime they were used to had already passed, but neither of them went to sleep, just sitting there, silent.

When the wall clock downstairs struck 12 o'clock, Fang Chi finally heard Grandpa's voice and whispered to Grandma to go to bed.

Then the footsteps of two people entered the bedroom downstairs, and grandpa came out again a few minutes later.

Fang Chi looked towards the stairs, there was a sound of paws, the kid ran up, circled him a few times, arched his calf, licked his face, and finally lay down at his feet .

Grandpa walked up the stairs, heavier than usual, as if he was tired.

"Go back to the house and sleep." Grandpa walked up to him and stood down.

"Grandma, she..." Fang Chi was taken aback by his own voice as soon as he opened his mouth. It was dry and hoarse, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand, and his words were full of grains. He cleared his throat, "How is it?"

Grandpa sighed and did not speak.

"Grandpa," Fang Chi knelt down again with some difficulty, his waist was numb all the way down, and he couldn't find his balance when he knelt, so he knelt firmly on the boy's head, "I..."

"Don't talk about it yet," Grandpa waved his hand, "Don't kneel down either, go to sleep."

Fang Chi didn't move.

"This matter can't be solved now," said Grandpa. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

After speaking, Grandpa turned around and went downstairs slowly.

After resting for a while, the numb knee started to hurt like this in less than a minute. Fang Chi had to grit his teeth and sit back on the ground.

The boy rubbed his head against his chin next to him, and then licked his hand up and down.

"Boy," Fang Chi put his arms around its head and whispered in its ear, "What do you think I should do? Do you know what to do? Can you persuade grandparents? Help me persuade them... I'm really... very scared, I'm afraid they will get angry, but I have no other way to go..."

The kid raised his head, the tip of his nose pressed against his chin, it was cool and wet.

"I really... have no other way to go," Fang Chi gently scratched its neck, "I've been afraid of this for so many years, it's obviously not the way I chose, but I can only go down this way There's nothing I can do about it..."

A thin humming sound came from the boy's nose.

"I'm sorry for my grandpa and grandma, I'm sorry for my parents," Fang Chi closed his eyes, "but I don't know why I'm sorry for them...what should I do...you tell me, okay..."

When Fang Chi called, Sun Wenqu was already asleep while leaning against the pillow with his notebook in his arms. He answered the phone in a daze: "Hello?"

"Are you asleep?" Fang Chi's voice came from over there.

"What's wrong with you?" Sun Wenqu immediately heard the change in his voice, it was very hoarse.

"I have a fever," Fang Chi coughed twice, "I coughed all night yesterday, and I have a fever this morning."

"Why did you have a fever?" Sun Wenqu sat up and threw aside the notebook that was still on his stomach, "Didn't you be fine yesterday?"

"I don't know," Fang Chi coughed again, "I went to the town to hang the water today, and now it's gone."

"Why didn't you answer the phone? Didn't you call me?" Sun Wenqu frowned.

"The fever reached almost 40 degrees in the morning. My grandfather was in a hurry, so he sent me to the town. I was so dazed that I didn't take my mobile phone. I went to my parents after the injection in the town," Fang Chi said hoarsely. The voice sounded distressing, "It's not easy for me to call you with my parents' mobile phone..."

"Is it back to grandpa's house now?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well, I just came back, my parents came back together," Fang Chi said, and then whispered in a low voice, "You're not angry with me, are you?"

The somewhat coquettish tone in this hoarse voice made Sun Wenqu feel weak: "I was so angry that I slept for half a day."

Fang Chi coughed again, and laughed twice after coughing: "By the way, let me tell you something."

"What?" Sun asked and answered.

"When I came back last night, I ran into Li Bowen at the entrance of the village." Fang Chi said, "I was shocked by him."

"What did you do to him?" Sun asked him and smiled.

"No, he has to kneel down for me as soon as I raise my hand..." Fang Chi paused, "Kneel down, let him kneel down and sing the national anthem."

"What a mess, don't bother with that person," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Go to bed early, didn't you just have a fever?"

"Well," Fang Chi also smiled, "I'll call you later tomorrow, I may have to sleep until the afternoon, I'm sleepy after taking medicine today."

"Got it, go to sleep." Sun Wenqu said.

"Good night," Fang Chi said, "I love you."

Sun Wenqu was stunned.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

I like you so much.

Fang Chi said that he likes a lot, all kinds of likes.

But "love", this is the first time Sun Wenqu heard it.

"Sun Wenqu," Fang Chi's voice seemed hoarse, "I love you."

"I love you too." Sun Wenqu said softly.