flying dog

In the past two days, the family members came back one after another. Fang Chi went out to pick up people two or three times a day, and the boy ran back and forth excitedly following him.

Grandpa and grandma are the busiest, arranging food and lodging, and preparing meals for the New Year. If Fang Chi and Fang Hui quarrel, grandma has to be busy driving them away.

But this year Fang Chi was not in high spirits. On the one hand, he had something to worry about, and on the other hand, he felt sorry for his grandparents who had something to worry about, so when Fang Hui gave a speech as usual, only Hu Ying kept choking on him in good spirits.

Thirty-year-old day is also the old rule, the whole family got up early in the morning, messy and noisy, working, making trouble, teasing cats and dogs.

Fang Chi stayed in the house for a while, and when the conversation among relatives began to turn to the matter of having a girlfriend in college, he got up and went to the kitchen.

"You take a piece of this." Grandpa held a small medicine box in his hand and was peeling off the pill and putting it in Grandma's mouth. "It's very refreshing."

"Ginseng slices?" Fang Chi smelled the ecstasy of ginseng lozenges among all kinds of meat aromas.

"Well," Grandpa nodded, "it's quite refreshing."

Fang Chi was very distressed when he heard this. These days, his grandparents didn’t sleep well, and his grandma just lay in bed and lost his mind. Grandpa often smoked in the living room in the middle of the night. Even the kid was affected by the atmosphere at home, for several days in a row I didn't even go to the next village to find friends to play with.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Fang Chi asked, "I have nothing to do, why don't I help grandma chop bones."

"The bones are all cut, it's been a while, and there's nothing to do," said grandma, "Why don't you help me wash the vegetables."

"Okay," Fang Chi immediately took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to wash the vegetables. When he turned around, he saw the ginseng slice box that grandpa put next to the vegetable bowl, and he was stunned, "Where did this ginseng slice come from?" ?”

"Oh, Grandpa Zhang gave it to me," said Grandpa, "You said Uncle Zhang honored them."

Fang Chi didn't say a word.

Uncle Zhang, a middle-aged uncle who has lived in the countryside for decades, how could he want to buy ginseng slices for Grandpa Zhang and his wife, and this ginseng slice...Fang Chi is very familiar with it, and it is all in English, which is not something that can be bought in ordinary pharmacies. The ones that arrived.

This was brought by Sun Wenqu.

Or maybe Sun Wenqu got it from Ma Liang.

After Fang Chi washed a large basket of vegetables and helped his grandma cut them up, he left the kitchen and walked around to the backyard, avoiding a large group of relatives who were chatting lively.

Grandpa is standing next to the firewood pile in the backyard with the boy.

"It's so windy, don't stand here." Fang Chi walked to him.

"Your grandma always wants to get rid of all these things and make room for a fish pond." Grandpa pointed at the firewood and sundries piled up in the backyard with a pipe. Clean it up, go through the pond."

"Do you raise koi?" Fang Chi asked.

"Can koi be eaten?" Grandpa also asked.

"...that's ornamental fish, the kind with white and golden flowers." Fang Chi smiled.

"That kind, I know that kind." Grandpa thought for a while, "I really didn't ask your grandma what kind of fish she wants to raise. Maybe she really wants to raise some ornamental fish?"

Fang Chi smiled: "I think it's very good, grandpa, you can plant some flowers and grass in the backyard, and you don't need flower pots, just get a few tires and put them on the soil yard. It's so beautiful to have a yard of flowers. ah."

This is what Sun Wenqu once said to him on the rooftop, and he has imagined it countless times in his mind.

"What kind of flowers?" Grandpa asked.

"Lily of the valley? And hyacinth." Fang Chi was suddenly a little embarrassed as he spoke, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose.

"The water canal really likes flowers and plants, right?" Grandpa glanced at him.

"Yeah, but I also...I like it too." Fang Chi said a little emboldened. He had never picked a root in Dalian since he was a child, and he couldn't name all the wild flowers in their mountains. He also said that he likes flowers and plants, which is very fake.

Grandpa smiled and didn't speak.

"Have you guys blown enough air?" Mom opened the door and poked her head out of the house, "Come in, let's cook some noodles later."

"Okay, I'll cook the noodles." Grandpa smiled and turned around and walked into the house.

"Grandpa," Fang Chi called softly behind him, and asked hesitantly, "Did the canal... come here?"

"Huh?" Grandpa turned around.

"The ginseng is imported," Fang Chi said, "Is it from the canal?"

Grandpa paused, then sighed: "He brought it."

Originally, Fang Chi was just guessing, not [-]% sure. When he heard Grandpa's answer, he was enveloped by surprise, excitement, or other feelings, and he couldn't control his tone: "He's coming Pass?"

Grandpa turned around, looked at him and nodded: "I've been here, a few days ago."

"Grandpa," Fang Chi stepped forward and grabbed Grandpa's arm, "tell me, what's going on? Why did he come here! Why did he come here?"

Sun Wenqu has been home for two days, and the cat spends almost every day in his bedroom.

Speaking of which, this bedroom is still a bit unfamiliar to him. After moving into this house, the bedroom was decorated and arranged according to his requirements, but after it was done, he hardly lived at home. To him, this house was not even as good as The small house of Fang Chi's grandparents' house is familiar.

There are several pieces of pottery, cups, and pen holders on the table, all of which are in a rough and clumsy style, simple and simple.

This is the earliest "work" made by Sun Wenqu, which made many people think that the son of the master Sun Zhengzhi was born to be one of the "works" of Tao Tiantian.

Sun Wenqu no longer remembers his mentality and thoughts when he made these things, and he has never looked back at these things of his own for so many years, let alone savored them carefully.

Now that he calmed down, he sat on a chair, facing these pieces of pottery, and suddenly had some inspiration.

It was the simplest idea that he wanted at the beginning, but was worn away by time and the entanglement with his father.

Sun Wenqu rested his forehead with his fingers, tilted his head and stared at Tao on the table.

Speaking of which, according to his current experience and vision, these few things do have aura.

Although it is a bit boastful to think so, it is indeed his true feeling, and his thoughts back then are really surprising.

He took the phone and called Ma Liang: "I have some new ideas about the new series."

"What, what?" Ma Liang was chopping dumpling stuffing, there was a lot of talking and laughing.

"Let's meet and talk about it in two days," Sun Wenqu said, "Do you still remember those little things I made before?"

"Is that the group you named, 'Chu'?" Ma Liang asked.

"Liangzi, you really deserve to be my brother," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "I even forgot that you have such a name."

"I can remember, I remember a lot of things." Ma Liang said with a smile, "I still remember the second and second sister's military training pants, the pants stretched, and the thread was opened."

"You have the guts to say it to her face." Sun Wenqu was amused.

"No, dare." Ma Liang said.

"I won't talk to you anymore. When you are free, call me and we can talk." Sun Wenqu said.

"it is good."

Ma Liang took his daughter-in-law and his parents to his grandparents' house to celebrate the New Year. The whole family was very lively. Listening to the laughter on the phone, Sun Wenqu recalled the scene of celebrating the New Year at Fang Chi's house.

It was also very lively, laughing, making noise and beating, messing around and making people's brains hurt, but it felt like a New Year's Eve.

In contrast, Sun Wenqu listened to the movement of his own house. His father was in the study, and his mother, eldest sister and second sister were chatting in the living room downstairs. It was as quiet as a formal meeting.

The nanny will go home in a while, and has already prepared simple cold dishes in the kitchen. In the evening, the restaurant will deliver his family's New Year's Eve dinner to the door.

This year, there is not even a little smell of fireworks.

Noble and deserted.

Fang Chi called him in the morning and said that the family was full of people, and the old and young made him almost have tinnitus, and he hasn't contacted him since then.

Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue. He could imagine Fang Chi's current appearance. He was not in a very calm mood, but he was still a little excited because of the New Year's atmosphere. In other words, as for Fang Hui, Sun Wenqu felt that he might not be in the mood to quarrel with Fang Hui.

Of course, it is also possible to beat Fang Hui up in a fit of anger.

Someone knocked on the door of Sun Wenqu's bedroom a few times, and after Sun Wenqu replied that the door was unlocked, no one came in.

He hesitated for a moment, got up and opened the door, but saw no one outside.

Sun Wenqu sighed, and went downstairs reluctantly, the meeting of five people downstairs turned into six people, and his father came down, sitting on the sofa.

"I thought you had to have dinner before coming down," Sun Yao said, "Are you recovering from your illness?"

"It's all right, the doctor didn't prescribe any medicine." Sun Wenqu said, went down the stairs and sat in the corner of the sofa, nestled in the corner of the sofa, putting his legs on the coffee table.

"Hey, I brought you some nutritional supplements. I don't know what they are. Anyway, they are all for enhancing immunity." Sun Jiayue pointed to a pile of boxes next to the table, "Just watch and eat, what else is there to strengthen your yang?" The kidney-replenishing..."

Dad frowned and raised his eyes to look at Sun Jiayue. Sun Jiayue smiled nonchalantly and said, "I didn't need it for Guan Shanli before, but now I can make up for it."

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu smiled and responded.

"No seriousness!" Sun Yao said.

"It's serious enough, if we don't have me in our family," Sun Jiayue looked at the people in the room, "This year has passed so hard that no one knows what happened to our family..."

"Jiayue!" My mother frowned and patted her. "You can't get rid of your mouth that says everything."

"I won't change it," Sun Jiayue leaned on her husband, "Anyway, he doesn't care about the person who will spend the rest of his life with me."

"I'm too lazy to talk about it." The second brother-in-law smiled.

"Lu Cheng, you are too used to her. No one could care about her before, but now she is married and no one cares about her." Mom sighed.

"It's good, I can bear it." The second brother-in-law smiled and took a sip of tea.

"It's good for the two of them," Sun Yao said, "Enjoy yourself, and you don't have to worry about anything at home."

"I'll leave the annoying work of worrying about family affairs to you and your elder brother-in-law." Sun Jiayue peeled off a candy and ate it. "It's good that you two are busy."

My mother turned her head and glanced at Sun Wenqu, who had been silent by the side all the time: "Qi Qu, how many days will you stay at home this time?"

"It depends," Sun Wenqu said, "In the past two days, I have made an appointment with Liangzi to talk about things when I have time."

"Are you talking about your studio?" Dad asked with some disdain, maybe because everyone was there during the Chinese New Year, his disdainful tone was not too obvious.

"Yeah." Sun asked him and nodded.

"Hey Wenqu, I went to see your exhibition last time with your second brother-in-law," Sun Jiayue said, "It's really good, and it's very creative. You have the most space in the TV specials I watched."

"Give me the money." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"That still has to be of a high level," said the second brother-in-law, "or else you can't buy it with money, and the TV station must have quality."

"That's right, I like it anyway, I told Liangzi that day to get me a set." Sun Jiayue said.

"You like it," Dad glanced at her, "What do you know about Tao, just watch it for a layman."

"Only those who know how to do everything can do it," Sun Wenqu slid down and half-lyed on the sofa, "There is no development to speak of."

"This is the difference between commodities and art." Dad frowned.

"Of course there is a difference," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, and he promised Fang Chi not to fight too much with his father, "What Ma Liang and the others want to do is products with artistic value and art that can be understood by more people. There's no conflict per se."

Dad stared at him and didn't move for a long time. When he was about to speak again, Sun Yao's cell phone rang.

"Hello? Yes, yes," Sun Yao answered the phone, "Send it in."

"Dinner here?" Sun Jiayue stood up.

"Well, we're at the door, come in now," Sun Yao smiled, "We can prepare for dinner."

The New Year's Eve dinner at home is quite boring. The nanny has already set up the table in the restaurant, all the dishes and plates are set up, and I just wait for the dishes to be delivered to the table.

Compared to the steaming and warm feeling of Fang Chi’s house where everyone huddled together and ate around the stove... Sun Wenqu pulled out a chair and sat at the table. Will it be as easy as it used to be?

"Don't help, just sit here and wait for food?" Dad didn't know when he came over.

"What if you mess up the food if you don't work hard?" Sun Wenqu sat lazily and didn't move.

"Did you sign out your set of bottles? What do you plan to make?" Dad sat next to him.

Sun Wenqu glanced at his father in surprise, his father spoke very bluntly, as if someone was pointing a gun at the back of his head.

"There are changes, but not a big one," Sun Wenqu felt that he was speaking very bluntly, as if he would do something to the gun in the back of his father's head if he didn't talk about it. "Are you...interested in seeing it?"

Dad also looked at him quite unexpectedly, and sneered after a while: "I'm not interested."

Sun Wenqu remained silent, looking at the dishes in front of him, if Fang Chi hadn't agreed, he would have kicked his chair and left by now.

"If you want me to look at it, I'll look at the photos," Dad said, "but I don't give out opinions and suggestions. I..."

Sun Wenqu took out his phone, clicked on the photo album, and handed it to his father.

Dad snorted and took the phone.

"Get out of the way!" Sun Jiayue yelled behind him, "If you don't help, you will block the way!"

Sun Wenqu stood up and moved away. Several waiters from the restaurant came in and put the dishes on the table one by one, and then stood beside them.

"You don't need to serve here anymore," Sun Yao took out a few red envelopes and gave them to the waiter, "I'll call when I clean up."

Sun Wenqu looked at a large table full of food and yawned: "I can't finish it, it's a waste."

"Hey," Sun Jiayue looked at him in surprise, "Did I hear that right? My brother is worried about wasting food?"

"It's up to whoever you are with," Sun Yao frowned, "You're petty."

Sun Wenqu just agreed to Fang Chi not to argue with his father, and when he heard Sun Yao's words, he raised his eyebrows: "It's great that the dishes on this table are just thrown away, it's grand."

"Ask him." His mother patted him and signaled him not to speak.

"Xiao Er pours wine!" Sun Jiayue patted the second brother-in-law on the shoulder.

"Okay," the second brother-in-law immediately got up, took the wine, opened it, and poured it into everyone's glasses, "Dad brought this bottle back a long time ago, right? It smells so good."

"It's been on hold for ten years," Dad said, "This year, everyone is full, so I took it out and drank it."

"It's not all people, ask him when he doesn't come back alone, that's all." Sun Jiayue glanced at Sun Wenqu, "If you want me to say, ask him, bring it back when it's settled, nothing else. No matter what, at least let us meet."

Sun Wenqu looked at his father, his face was tense, with no expression, and of course no smile, but based on his experience with his father for so many years, it means that he has no plans to get angry yet.

"Want to see?" Sun asked Qu with a smile.

"I want to, of course I want to," Sun Jiayue said, "When we went to the exhibition that day, Lu Cheng and I just wanted to see you two by the way, but we didn't meet anyone, so we saw Liang Zi. As soon as I thought about how bad he was, I couldn't help it. Didn't pass."

Sun Wenqu was overjoyed: "You can beat him if you say you can't."

"Come on, it was fine before, but now that I have a wife, I don't want to be annoying." Sun Jiayue curled her lips and brought the topic back, "Seriously, when will you bring your family? Let's meet, when I come back, Second Sister will support you if you need anything."

"What's the matter?" Mom frowned and smiled.

"Who knows, listen to what my elder sister said just now," Sun Jiayue clicked her tongue, "and my dad's face now."

"What's wrong with my face?" Dad stared at her.

"It's so beautiful," Sun Jiayue smiled and raised her glass, "Come on, take a sip, for our beautiful family."

Everyone raised their glasses and took a sip of wine. After putting down the glasses, Dad glanced at Sun Wenqu: "When do you plan to bring him back?"

"Huh?" Sun asked Qu in a daze.

"Just these two days!" Sun Jiayue said immediately, "I just happen to be at home these two days."

"It depends on the situation." Sun Wenqu didn't say anything to death. He didn't know what the current situation of Fang Chi's family was like. If Fang Chi didn't say anything, he couldn't ask.

Dad snorted again, didn't say any more, picked up a chopstick and started to eat.

The New Year’s Eve dinner didn’t take much longer than the usual meal. Everyone ate and chatted. Dad drank very moderately, so the younger generation also drank very moderately. They basically returned to the living room after eating, and they could still catch up with the Spring Festival Gala.

Mom made a pot of tea, and the family sat on the sofa and started watching TV.

Sun Jiayue felt bored after watching it for a few minutes, so she discussed it with Sun Wenqu and went out for a while.

Sun Wenqu didn't want to move, but compared to just staying at home for one night, he still thought it would be interesting to go out with Sun Jiayue and his wife.

While talking, Sun Wenqu's cell phone rang.

He could guess that it was Fang Chi without even thinking about it.

"What about eating?" Sun Wenqu stepped aside to answer the phone.

"Well, I'm eating, I just passed the most noisy stage," Fang Chi smiled, "Where's your house?"

"After eating, let's watch TV." Sun Wenqu said.

"Finish?" Fang Chi was taken aback, "So soon?"

"My house is like this," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "It can't be compared with your house, it's not so lively."

"Probably all artists are like this." Fang Chi chuckled twice, "Will there be a firecracker at that time?"

"Don't let it go, I might go out to play with my second sister and second brother-in-law later." Sun Wenqu leaned against the window, the sound of firecrackers outside was already very dense, but it was far behind Fang Chi's movement.

"It's still fun to celebrate the New Year at my house?" Fang Chi said, "Next year...you can come over next year."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi was silent for a while, and Sun Wenqu heard Hu Ying's voice and asked Fang Chi to eat.

"You can eat first, and call me when you have time." Sun Wenqu said.

"Well," Fang Chi responded but didn't intend to hang up the phone. After a while, he whispered, "Hey, Sun Wenqu, are you..."

"What?" Sun asked him.

"When... did you come to my house?" Fang Chi hesitated and asked.

Sun Wenqu paused: "Grandpa betrayed me?"

"I saw the ginseng piece, isn't that imported from Uncle Liangzi's house?" Fang Chi said, paused and then whispered, "Why...don't tell me when you're here! I heard Grandpa say I was taken aback when I was there, and I almost lost my words!"

"Because you don't want me to go." Sun Wenqu smiled

"I... I didn't want you to come, I think you're going crazy," Fang Chi sighed, and after a while, he sighed again, "Hey, I feel so ashamed."

Sun Wenqu was amused: "Why are you ashamed?"

"Do you know everything about me?" Fang Chi said, "Hey, you must know everything. Damn, I really don't want you to know. Let me, I will... Let me tell you, I will listen to it at noon Grandpa said that he never dared to call you."

"Why?" Sun asked Qu, "I'm still surprised that you ignored me today."

"I can't bear to ignore you, I'm just embarrassed, and I'm afraid you'll be angry," Fang Chi asked nervously, "Are you not angry?"

"I know how many days it's been. If you want to be angry, you should be angry." Sun Wenqu always wanted to laugh when he heard Fang Chi's movement.

Fang Chi said anxiously: "Let me tell you, I'm not saying I want to hide something from you, or I'm worried that you will be anxious, so..."

"I know," Sun Wenqu interrupted him, "I know, I'm not angry, but I have something to say."

"Tell me," Fang Chi said, "you scold me?"

"I just want to say," Sun Wenqu smiled, "From today on, if there is anything else, the two of us will carry it together. If you keep anything from me in the future, I will be angry."