flying dog

It was getting dark, and the wind was blowing more and more violently. Sun Wenqu squatted on the river beach full of icy stubble, staring in the direction of Fang Chi's backyard.

The hat has been pulled so close to the mask, and the hood of the down jacket has been buttoned up together, that if you don't look carefully, you might not be able to tell that it is a person squatting here.

It has been 5 minutes since the kid came home, and no one has come out of the backyard yet.

This old dog is too unreliable.

Sun Wenqu shrunk his neck, and was a little worried that the boy would give the bone to the wrong person, such as Fang Chi, Fang Chi... It's okay, it would be a bit troublesome to give it to grandma, he felt that he was the same as the bone. It may not be easy for grandma to communicate.

Or the boy didn't give it to anyone, and just swallowed the bone, after all, it's a bone...

Or it was given to grandpa, but grandpa didn't understand.

Or... the kid threw the bone away and went home to sleep.

Sun Wenqu felt that it was best for him and his grandfather to know what he was like, because he would be a little bit helpless if he let anyone know. He lived for 30 years without paying attention to anything, and one day he would squat on a frozen river beach in the countryside and beg a dog. ...

If Dad knew it, he might not even be able to sneer.

Human potential is truly infinite.

Infinity.

chilly……

Just when Sun Wenqu felt that if he squatted down again, he might freeze into lumps and was thinking about whether to go back to the car or go directly to Fang Chi's house, a flashlight flashed across the backyard.

Well done boy!I didn't live in vain for so many years!This little IQ!

Someone came out from the backyard, holding a flashlight in his hand, and he was really a grandpa. Grandpa had a military coat, which he wore all the time in winter.

Sun Wenqu immediately stood up.

The kid followed and ran towards him after yelling twice, and the grandfather followed the kid to this side, and the flashlight also swept over.

Sun Wenqu walked a few steps facing the light, his feet slipped and he almost fell, so he had to stand still.

The kid ran very fast, and soon reached his feet, licked his hand, and stroked the kid's head: "Good dog, good dog."

The kid did successfully bring grandpa out.

When Grandpa walked up to him, his face was full of surprise, and the flashlight shone on his face for a long time before he said: "Is it really a canal?"

"It's me," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Happy New Year, grandpa."

"It's not Chinese New Year yet." Grandpa turned off the flashlight, "Why did you come here?"

Originally, Sun Wenqu was not [-]% sure if Fang Chi had really come out of the closet, but now that he saw his grandfather's attitude, he could be sure that Fang Chi really had a showdown with his family without telling him.

This kid is patient.

"Grandpa, I want to talk to you." Sun Wenqu said.

Grandpa didn't speak, he was silent for a while and gave him the little bone, and sighed: "Aren't you cold?"

"I'm about to freeze to death. My car is over there. Can we get in the car?" Sun Wenqu put the little bone in his pocket, stomped his feet, remembered the gift box he was still carrying, and gave it to his grandfather. Passed it over, "This... the old man is good to eat."

Grandpa glanced at him, then at the gift box in his hand, and took it after a long time: "Why are you so polite."

"I'm not being polite." Sun Wenqu said.

Grandpa didn't say anything else, and walked slowly to the side of the car with him. Sun Wenqu opened the door and let grandpa get in the car. He and grandpa sat in the back seat together.

The boy sat obediently outside the car door, and Sun Wenqu waved at him. After hesitating for a moment, he jumped into the car and squeezed into his grandfather's lap to sit down.

After the car door was closed, Sun Wenqu turned on the air conditioner in the car again, and only then did he feel a little warmth.

"Did Fang Chi ask you to come?" Grandpa looked into the car and asked.

"No," Sun Wenqu took off his gloves, hat and mask, and heaved a sigh of relief, "He didn't tell me about it at all, I guessed it."

"He didn't tell you, what are you doing here?" Grandpa said.

"He thinks it's his own business, so he should carry it on his own," Sun Wenqu said, "I have no objection, but I know it's impossible not to come, after all, compared with him, I'm an 'adult' .”

Grandpa looked at him and sighed.

Sun Wenqu felt a little uncomfortable. Grandpa had been sighing since we met. When he got in the car and the lights were on, he could see the fatigue on his grandpa's face. It seemed that even the wrinkles had deepened.

"Grandpa, I don't know what Fang Chi told you," Sun Wenqu said, "If you have anything to say... I will answer whatever I can."

"He didn't say anything about you. If I didn't ask, he didn't say anything, for fear that we would blame you." Grandpa looked at his hands. To be honest, I don't know what else to say to you now."

"Grandpa, this is really not Fang Chi's fault," Sun Wenqu said softly, "If you could choose, even if you killed him a thousand times, he wouldn't choose this path."

Grandpa closed his eyes and sighed again.

After a while, I asked, "Does your family know about you?"

"I know," Sun Wenqu nodded, "but...my relationship with my dad has never been very good, so he doesn't care much about me."

"Well," Grandpa responded, "You two, you and Fang Chi, how long have you two been better?"

"It's been a year." Sun Wenqu said.

"Hey..." Grandpa patted his legs and sighed, "We should have seen it earlier, he is not as good with anyone as he is with you."

"Grandpa, I'm sorry," Sun Wenqu said in a low voice, "I dare not let you guys know about this so easily."

"Today Fang Chi asked the mother of a classmate of his to tell me for a long time. I have a little understanding of this matter. I know... You can't change a lot of people like you." Grandpa looked at him, "I thought of something. In the afternoon, although I am very reluctant, I will not stop him..."

Sun Wenqu looked at his grandfather, but didn't speak.

Classmate's mother?

Which classmate?

Xiao Yiming couldn't do it, so Cheng Mo was the only one.

Sun Wenqu was a little surprised, how much preparation did this kid hide from him?

"The water canal," the grandfather said slowly, showing exhaustion, "Grandpa really can't figure it out, but he can figure it out even if he can't figure it out. After all, this is my grandson."

"Grandpa, Fang Chi was brought up by you, I know how much you care about him, and he does the same." Sun Wenqu said.

"Since you're here, I'll ask you," said grandpa, "Shuiqu, you are bigger than Fang Chi, and grandpa can see that you have experienced a lot. Now he has stuck his head into you and can't pull it out. ..."

"En." Sun Wenqu responded.

Grandpa paused: "What about you? I'm from here. I'm 20 years old and 30 years old. When I fall in love, I think differently."

"Is it different?" Sun Wenqu sniffed, turned his head and sneezed, and took out a tissue and pressed his nose, "To be honest, I... Grandpa, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"You? You're quite capable, you know everything, and you're a cultured person," Grandpa thought for a while, "You're also quite arrogant, right? At first I felt this way, but then it disappeared."

"It flatters me so much," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Grandpa, I drove all the way here today. Before you came out, I was frozen on the river beach for almost an hour, because Fang Chi wouldn't let me come, I couldn't let He found me coming."

"You must be catching a cold." Grandpa said with some surprise.

"If I hadn't told you, do you think I'm the one who can do this kind of thing?" Sun Wenqu asked, then lowered his head and sneezed while covering a tissue.

"No." Grandpa said immediately.

"Well, I also don't think I'm such a person. I'm not the only one with Fang Chi. I've talked a few times before, and I have been dumped. I think it's serious or not, but no one can. Let me do this," Sun Wenqu said, "You are someone you have loved, and you must still remember the feeling you had for grandma at the time, that is, you don't know how much you can do for this person. It was beyond my expectation...Fang Chi is just such a person to me."

Grandpa looked at him with inquiry and confusion in his eyes.

"When two men are together, there is no guarantee, and I can't say that I will definitely marry." Sun Wenqu felt that his voice was starting to dry out. He didn't know if he was talking too much or he was a little nervous. "I can only say that I will make him happy, and how long I can be happy. As long as he is willing, I will work hard with him, that's all."

"Your... words," Grandpa seemed to be still thinking, "Have you told Fang Chi?"

"No," Sun Wenqu said, "We generally don't talk about these things, and Fang Chi doesn't like to talk about them, as long as you know these things yourself."

Grandpa was silent.

There was no speaking for a long time.

Sun Wenqu didn't make a sound, he knew that grandpa might still not be able to accept it, but he would keep silent and stop pressing, listen to what you think and what you want to do, and then he sighed and acquiesced helplessly.

But what kind of attitude will grandma and Fang Chi's parents have?

"Are you going to drive back to the city later?" Grandpa asked, "It's getting dark."

"It's okay, I'll just drive slowly," Sun Wenqu said, "Grandpa, how is grandma?"

"I'm angry, I can't figure it out," Grandpa said, "I can't listen to anything else, so let's take it easy."

"I guess so." Sun Wenqu frowned, "Grandpa, it might be too much for me to say something, but I still want to say it."

"You say." Grandpa turned his head.

"Fang Chi didn't tell me anything. Before he was willing to tell me, I had to pretend not to know, so now he has to support himself alone." Sun Wenqu looked at his grandfather, "Help him, no matter how he can He is still young to handle things, he has never carried such a big thing, if you don't support him, he will collapse."

Grandpa sighed heavily.

After chatting with grandpa for a while, Sun Wenqu felt that Fang Chi should have done well before, and there was nothing he needed to fix. The only thing he wanted was that grandma could recover and not get sick again because of this incident.

Grandpa was about to get out of the car and go home, and Sun Wenqu handed him the gift box again.

Grandpa took it, thought about it and then put it down: "I'll take a stroll and go back and get this? Let grandma know that you've been here, maybe she won't be able to bear it again."

"Ah yes," Sun Wenqu was stunned, "You said you picked it up?"

"You can pick up cow dung if you go out and walk around in the countryside," said grandpa. "How can you pick up such high-end things."

"Why don't you take it out of your pocket? It's good to take a piece of this thing when you feel tired and tired." Sun Wenqu said, in fact, he really wanted to ask you to give Fang Chi a box.

Grandpa hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Then he can let his grandma eat something, let's say that the neighbor Lao Zhang gave a box."

Sun Wenqu opened the gift box and put the small boxes inside into his grandfather's pocket.

Sun Wenqu wanted to take his grandfather back, but was stopped by his grandfather: "Don't get down, just drive away, go back and drink some ginger soup, stronger, you must catch a cold."

"I'm not that delicate." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"The sneezes are all in clusters," Grandpa waved his hand, "Go back."

"Grandpa," Sun Wenqu didn't insist anymore, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Grandpa looked at him.

"Thank you for being willing to talk to me like this," Sun Wenqu said, "You didn't hit me."

"I want to beat you up. I feel that you have a bad temper. I'm afraid you will fight back." Grandpa turned around, pulled his clothes, and walked back with the boy.

Fang Chi's cell phone was ringing, it had already rang several times, he took a look, it was all from Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo, he didn't want to reply.

He had been lying on the bed for a long time, he didn't want to move, he didn't want to leave this room, he didn't want to communicate with others, he just wanted to be bored.

It’s as if he does anything now, whether it’s chatting with people or walking around, the guilt towards his grandparents will deepen. He can only do this, lying on his stomach like a hibernating tortoise, frozen motionless , only then.

Cheng Mo's mother and grandpa had a good chat. He read the feedback sent by Cheng Mo. What Cheng Mo's mother meant was that grandpa was an old man who communicated well, and she was willing to try to listen, think and accept, but let him Give grandpa some time to buffer.

Grandpa didn't talk to him after answering the call, he couldn't know what grandpa really thought.

And now it's not long before Chinese New Year, and my parents will be back soon, so what should I do then?

The relatives in the family will also come back one after another, and the newly built houses will be tidied up. If there is a place to live, people will come back very neatly. What should we do when the grandparents are in this state?

Fang Chi felt a little out of breath. This matter was like a mountain that could not be climbed to the top. He could not finish the journey. While struggling to move forward, he did not know how long he would last. Don't hold back much, and what will be waiting for him in front of him.

Grandma didn't cook all day today, he didn't know what grandparents ate, anyway, he still didn't eat anything, stuffed a piece of chocolate and it was over.

At first, I wanted to eat more, but I peeled it off, and suddenly felt that my grandparents were so sad. He was still eating chocolate and I was so sorry for them, so I put it away again.

Feeling very hungry now, the time for dinner has passed, and he was so hungry that he panicked.

Want to eat braised pork and chicken wings...

Fang Chi closed his eyes, he was probably hallucinating from hunger, he smelled the aroma of braised pork.

so fragrant...

So hungry.

"Eat something." Grandpa's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Fang Chi opened his eyes suddenly, and saw his grandfather was holding a bowl on his table. He bounced off the bed and jumped out of bed: "Grandpa?"

"Your grandma didn't want to cook, so I cooked noodles," said grandpa. "I left some braised pork in brown sauce. You haven't eaten well for two days. Are you hungry?"

Fang Chi didn't speak, staring at the bowl of braised pork noodles on the table.

"No matter what it is, it takes time to solve it." Grandpa turned to look at him. "The bigger the problem, the longer it takes. Grandpa can't say how much he approves of you, but you have to give us time..."

"Grandpa..." Fang Chi called out hoarsely, his voice trembling.

"Let's eat." Grandpa said, turned and went out.

Fang Chi went to sit down, looked at the braised pork in the bowl, felt nothing yet, tears had already dripped into the bowl, he quickly picked up the piece of meat dripping with tears, stuffed it into his mouth, and wiped his eyes again , bowed his head and began to eat noodles with big mouthfuls.

Grandpa's cooking skills are very good, and the noodles are also very good. Fang Chi is so hungry, and now he feels so delicious that he can even eat the bowl and the table together.

After eating the noodles, he went downstairs with the bowl, and when he returned to the house after washing, his grandpa stopped him: "Your grandma is in the house, you go and accompany her."

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded, and walked quickly to grandma's bedroom. When he reached the door, he suddenly felt a little scared.

"Come along, don't argue with her," Grandpa said softly behind him, "Now nothing I say will work, so you have to coax her."

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded, and gently opened the door.

Grandma was leaning on the bed with the quilt on, and there were a bunch of photos in front of her. Fang Chi walked over and saw that these photos were all his, from childhood to adulthood.

"Grandma," he pulled a stool and sat on the bed, reached out and grabbed grandma's hand, "Grandma, are you still angry with me?"

"Who are you, I don't know." Grandma withdrew her hand, lowered her head and continued to look at the photo.

"I'm a little bastard," Fang Chi took grandma's hand again and stuck it to his face, "Grandma, I know I've made you sad."

Grandma didn't speak, tears flowed out, she raised her hand and pressed her eyes with her sleeve.

"Grandma, I'm still me, it's Fang Chi, it's your grandson," Fang Chi said softly, "I'm really sad that you're like this, I'm afraid you won't love me anymore..."

"Who doesn't love you anymore," grandma cried and slapped him on the shoulder, and then slapped him again, "Who doesn't love you anymore! Who doesn't love you anymore! Who doesn't love you anymore!"

Fang Chi closed his eyes and said nothing.

"It hurts you! It hurts you so you can't figure it out!" Grandma slapped him on the head again, not hard. After the slap, she didn't take her hand away. one time.

The part that was hit by grandpa with the cigarette stick was swollen and swollen all the time. Fang Chi didn't dare to lie on his back when he was sleeping, but now he was pressed by grandma, and he took a deep breath.

"Does it hurt?" Grandma asked.

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"It hurts so much! You should! Don't let you hurt a little, you don't know how much we hurt!" Grandma slapped him again.

"I'm in pain as much as you hurt me." Fang Chi sighed softly.

Grandma didn't speak, she looked down at the photos, flipping through them one by one while wiping away her tears.

"What a wonderful child," said grandma softly, "what a wonderful child, he is sensible and obedient, and never makes people worry about him."

Fang Chi lowered his head and slowly lay down on the bed, pressing his forehead against the edge of the bed.

"Your grandpa said that you can't get rid of this problem," grandma said. "He also said that this is not a problem. He said that there are many people like this, but we can't see it."

Fang Chi was silent.

"I've been looking forward to seeing my granddaughter-in-law and hugging my great-grandson..." Grandma said and cried again, "Tell me, is it because grandma keeps talking about these things that you are bored, so..."

"No, grandma, really not," Fang Chi grasped grandma's hand and shook it, "I've always been like this."

Grandma sighed, and spoke again after a while: "I also know, I cry, make trouble, get angry, it's useless, grandma doesn't think about whether to hug her great-grandson, but grandma just Scared, you said that people live forever, surrounded by mouths, this sentence, that sentence, grandma feels distressed."

"I don't care about these, I don't care how much other people say or how much their eyes are." Fang Chi raised his head, "I just want you, just you are fine."

"Oh," grandma looked at him, and frowned after a long silence, "Tell me, is that Sun Shuiqu so nice, and you like him so much?"

"Huh?" Fang Chi was taken aback.

Grandma picked up a photo and touched it lightly: "But it's not just the water canal. Your grandpa said that without the water canal, you would like other men, and they wouldn't be girls anyway."

Fang Chi lowered his head and lay down on the edge of the bed again.

"I'm just sitting here thinking, thinking, thinking about everything, there's nothing there," grandma wiped away tears, "I just thought, this canal, when I first came here, I don't want the old bed, I need a new one, I still need to sleep on the mattress, the curtains and quilts have to be changed, and they have to be made along the sides, no, it is a series, and the chairs have to be re-purchased. The kind that can’t get up when lying in it. I’m afraid of the cold in winter and afraid of summer. It's hot, and you still pick your mouth when you eat, this young master... how can you stand it?"

"Grandma," Fang Chi smiled, "Don't you really like him too?"

"Yeah, I used to like him quite a bit, and I don't hate him that much now," grandma sighed, then sat upright after thinking about it, and slapped him on the back, "You don't mean to take his money, do you?" , I think he is quite rich?"

"What..." Fang Chi raised his head, feeling sorry for grandma, and suddenly felt like laughing, "Am I that kind of person?"

"No, my eldest grandson is such a good child." Grandma touched his face, tears welled up again, "How could it be, how could it be... how could it be like this, what's wrong, this is..."

Fang Chi hugged grandma and patted her on the back lightly.

Grandma cried very sadly, and Fang Chi could hear worry, fear, anger, bewilderment and grievance from her crying.

He was very distressed, but he didn't know what else to say, so he hugged his grandma and kept saying softly: "Grandma, don't be sad, I will be fine, there are so many people like me, they are all fine, it's nothing It's different, it's not going to be different..."

When he came out of grandma's room, the clothes on Fang Chi's chest were wet with grandma's tears.

Grandpa was still sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette, when he saw him coming out, he asked, "Have we talked yet?"

"I don't know, grandma kicked me out," Fang Chi said, "She said she was going to sleep."

"Then let her sleep, she will feel better after crying, and sleep well, let's talk about it tomorrow," Grandpa waved at him, "Go back to the house and rest, I put a bottle of medicinal wine on your table Go, wipe yourself, and go to bed early."

"En." Fang Chi nodded, turned and walked upstairs.

"By the way," Grandpa said again, "Don't tell your parents about this, it's after the Chinese New Year."

Fang Chi turned his head and looked at his grandfather: "Okay."

"I'll tell them," said Grandpa.

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"My son, I know how to say it is more appropriate," said the grandfather, "You say it yourself, I'm afraid things will be messed up."

"Grandpa..." Fang Chi couldn't describe his feelings, he had the urge to cry if he said one more word.

"Okay, let's rest first." Grandpa stood up, "I'll think about things."

The phone was ringing, Sun Wenqu glanced at it, it was Fang Chi.

He looked in the rearview mirror, parked the car on the side of the road, and answered the phone: "Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better," Fang Chi smiled, "Listen to my voice, isn't it much better?"

Fang Chi's voice remained the same, unchanged, very hoarse, and Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue: "I didn't hear it, old duck voice."

"Have you eaten yet?" Fang Chi asked.

"Eat early," Sun Wenqu said, "I've been eating spicy hot pot for the past two days, and my tongue is almost burnt."

"Beware of getting angry," Fang Chi said, "It's so dry now, and I eat less chocolate, and those things are also getting angry, and I'm still fat."

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Understood."

"I..." Fang Chi paused, "Did I ever say that sometimes I miss you very much, that is, I usually miss you too, but sometimes I miss you very much."

"Now?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well, I want to cry so much," Fang Chi said with a hoarse voice and laughed a few times, "Hey, I'm so sad."