flying dog

If Fang Chi didn't hear the word homosexuality, even if Fang Chi didn't want to have anything to do with Xiao Yiming, he would go up and stop him.

But someone said these three words, and it seemed that Xiao Yiming typed them because of these three words.

He hesitated at this moment.

Before the other party saw him, Fang Chi turned around and prepared to leave.

However, Xiao Yiming is usually not a troublemaker, and he has no ability to fight back when he is besieged. He was grabbed by the back of his neck and pressed against the wall.

"Take a look at the pants! Do you like this?"

There was blood on the corner of Xiao Yiming's mouth, and his clothes were ripped into a mess, but he remained silent, except that when he was pushed against the wall, he glanced towards the entrance of the alley.

When Fang Chi stepped away, he met his gaze.

Fang Chi quickly turned his head and walked forward.

But he walked very slowly.

There was a clanging in my head.

If Xiao Yi tweeted him, he would go back.

Don't care if you don't make a sound.

If Xiao Yiming yelled, he would go back.

He doesn't care if he doesn't make a sound!

in case……

Fang Chi held the descender tightly, and walked very slowly, making a sound!

After going out for about ten steps, he didn't hear Xiao Yiming's voice, only heard the scolding and mocking laughter of the six people in class.

Fang Chi stopped.

Frowning fiercely, he turned and walked back to the entrance of the alley.

This time, as soon as he stood firmly, someone saw him and raised his hand to point at him: "Fang Chi, don't mind your own business."

Xiao Yiming sat on the ground against the wall, looking a bit embarrassed, but at least his pants hadn't been ripped off, and he was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, so he didn't look his way.

Fang Chi didn't make a sound, just stood where he was and didn't move forward.

"What do you mean?" The beating men stopped and looked at him.

Fang Chi still didn't speak, just looked at them so silently.

Mainly because I don't know what to say.

He never knew what to say to people he didn't know well.

Hey!Let go of that boy!

Or, what are you doing!Have the ability to single out!

Of course, Xiao Yiming's heads-up might not be a good one.

Something is coming at me!

Sounds like idiots.

So just say nothing.

In fact, they can't fight with him in this fight today, Fang Chi can almost know it in his heart.

Just the few in front of him, not to mention heads-up, all of them are not his opponents.

Obviously the other party is also very clear.

So a few people just stood there in a daze, looking at me and looking at you.

"No, Fang Chi, what do you mean?" Someone still couldn't hold back and asked, "Are you going to stand out for this kid?"

Fang Chi glanced at him, and it took about half a minute before he responded, "Ah."

What does this mean? Fang Chi himself is not sure, and the other party may not be able to judge it.

After standing for a while, Fang Chi became a little impatient. The descender that had been firmly clamped between his fingers made his fingers hurt. He looked down and changed the descender from between the index finger and middle finger to the middle finger and ring finger. between.

This action finally let the other party see that he has something in his hand.

"Forget it," someone kicked Xiao Yiming and picked up the schoolbag that was thrown aside, "Let's go."

Several people stepped into the car, stared at Fang Chi a few more times, and the car drove away from him.

"I don't see that the relationship between them is unusual..." Someone yelled in a strange tone.

Fang Chi frowned and looked back. It was Zhang Jian. His parents' names were very prescient. This person is probably in class six. No, the whole third grade is the worst. Make sure no one else can touch him before speaking.

fool.

Fang Chi turned his head and looked at Xiao Yiming who had stood up, but he still didn't know what to say, so he put the descender back into his bag, turned and walked out of the alley.

When he put on the earphones, he heard Xiao Yiming's voice: "Thank you."

"Ah." He responded.

Ah what?

do not know.

It was a cool day today, Fang Chi threw his schoolbag behind his back and started running forward.

He didn't know why, but he felt uncomfortable. From the inside to the outside of his whole body, he was not happy anywhere.

Running is the most effective way for him to relieve his emotions.

The volume of the music is turned up, the eyes are looking at the clean ground, and the road under the feet is constantly being thrown behind.

He felt better when he got home.

After taking a shower, he stuffed Mr. Huang into the cat bag, and went out again with it on his back.

He rushed to take Mr. Huang to the pet hospital introduced by Liang Xiaotao to get used to it. If Mr. Huang agreed, he would castrate it.

Mr. Huang was very dissatisfied with the cat bag. He rolled and scratched back and forth in the bag, so Fang Chi had to take a taxi.

After getting into the car, Mr. Huang started meowing, which made the driver sigh: "This cat has a bad temper."

"...Follow me." Fang Chi also sighed.

Halfway through the car, his cell phone rang, and when he took it out and saw that it was Sun Wenqu's number, he suddenly remembered that he had to cook for Sun Wenqu every day according to that bullshit contract?

"Hello?" He answered the phone in despair.

"Is school over yet?" Sun Wenqu's voice sounded quite normal.

"Let go, but I..." Fang Chi wanted to say to castrate the cat first.

"Come and cook, I'm starving!" Sun Wenqu interrupted him, "It's not that complicated, just cook some porridge, my stomach hurts."

When Sun Wenqu said that his stomach hurts, although the man said a lot of truth and lies to walk him, he still hesitated, and then said after a pause, "But now... I have a cat."

"Cat? What kind of cat?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Just, a little native cat." Fang Chi said.

"Bring it here." Sun Wenqu said it very simply, and then hung up the phone.

Fang Chi thought for a long time, then asked the driver to turn around and go to Sun Wenqu's house first.

There was no need to ring the doorbell today. As soon as Fang Chi walked to the gate of the yard, he saw Sun Wenqu standing in the yard watering the flowers with a warm water bag in his arms. The gate was open.

"Do you really have a stomachache?" Fang Chi pushed the door open and went in, looking at him, Sun Wenqu's face was a little pale, but this man was already pale, so I don't know if it's because of his stomachache.

"Where's the cat?" Sun Wenqu threw down the water bottle and looked into the cat bag he was carrying, "Take it out for me to play with."

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned. He thought that Sun Wenqu probably couldn't let the cat into the house, so he planned to leave the cat in the yard.

"Take it out and let me play with it." Sun Wenqu said it again.

Fang Chi felt a little baffled, but he opened the bag and reached in to get Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang was very anxious all the way. As soon as he stretched his hand in, Mr. Huang raised his paw and slammed it on the back of his hand.

"Hey!" Fang Chi quickly withdrew his hand.

"I'll do it." Sun Wenqu stretched his hand in without thinking.

"Be careful!" Fang Chi was taken aback. If Mr. Huang scratched this young master, he might not know how to torment himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wenqu had pulled Mr. Huang out with his hands, but he was not scratched. Mr. Huang was still hanging his arms and legs obediently, only his tail was hooked.

"So small," Sun Wenqu entered the room with one hand covering the hot water bag and the other holding Mr. Huang, "How old is it?"

"...I don't know," Fang Chi followed behind him, "I picked it up."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, turned the cat's ears, and looked at the teeth with a twisted face: "It's only four or five months."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, "I thought I would be one year old."

"Why do you bring a cat with you when you go out to sell yourself?" Sun Wenqu opened the cabinet and took out a bag of cat food, went into the kitchen and got a bowl to put it in, and went back to the living room to put the bowl and Boss Huang on the coffee table.

"I..." Fang Chi was so overwhelmed by this "prostitution" that he wanted to go over and give Sun Wenqu a kick, but he was shocked when he saw Mr. Huang squatting by the bowl and started to eat hard, "It ate it? Did you feed it?" What cat food?"

"Why don't you eat it? It's just the cat food I usually feed stray cats." Sun Wenqu fell on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table. Mr. Huang finished eating the small handful of cat food in the bowl and crawled along his legs When it was on him, Sun Wenqu hugged it and stuffed it into his clothes, "What a sweet boy, come to warm uncle's belly...what's it called?"

"Boss Huang." Fang Chi found it difficult to accept the facts before him.

Mr. Huang, who is usually dragged at home like everyone in the world owes him 200 million, is in a bad mood and can directly slap someone's face with his paw. When Sun Wenqu slapped him so casually, he didn't resist, and just stayed there quietly. into his clothes.

"This name is as boring as the nonsense you two made up," Sun Wenqu covered the cat and glanced at him, "Preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

"Ah?" Fang Chi didn't react.

"Preserved eggs, lean meat, porridge, you make it, I eat it," Sun Wenqu said again, "There is no need for sliced ​​meat, I like minced meat."

When Fang Chi walked into the kitchen, he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the living room, Mr. Huang's suffocated and coquettish meow came from the living room. He was standing in front of the counter, holding a pot.

He was surprised that Sun Wenqu liked cats so much, and he was even more surprised that Mr. Huang is a bitch...

Oh, preserved egg and lean pork porridge.

Fang Chi usually cooks and eats by himself. When he went to elementary school in the county, he started to cook for himself. His mother is very busy, so he sometimes cooks and delivers to the restaurant. What's more, you have to do everything yourself.

A preserved egg porridge with lean meat is very simple for him.

It is Sun Wenqu here, there is neither lean meat nor preserved eggs...

"You don't have anything here?" Fang Chi soaked the rice first and walked out of the kitchen.

"Go buy it, there's a supermarket across the street." Sun Wenqu was already lying on the sofa, with a warm water bottle on his stomach, and Mr. Huang sat on his chest, paws on the tip of his nose and watched silently.

"I..." Fang Chi opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Take the money yourself." Sun Wenqu pointed to the wallet on the coffee table.

Fang Chi silently went over to take Zhang Baibai from his wallet, turned around and took two steps, then stopped and turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu: "Where is the key, let me take it, I don't need you to open the door for a while."

"You jumped over the wall and jumped the window." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi stared at him twice, said nothing, closed the door and went out.

"He really picked you up?" Sun Wenqu nodded his cat's nose, "Why did you give you such a name? You don't look like a boss either."

The cat meowed and wrapped its paws around his fingers.

"But it's quite clean after washing," Sun Wenqu moved his fingers to tease it, "It smells delicious, and a liar even picks up a cat to serve him, so he's not afraid of affecting his deception business, don't you think?"

The cat lowered its head and rubbed against his chin.

"Have you ever eaten his cooking? Can you eat it? Will you give me medicine..." Sun Wenqu felt a pain in his stomach as if a blunt knife had been scraped before he finished speaking. He frowned, "Would you like it?" It's dead."

As soon as his stomach hurt continuously, Sun Wenqu was in no mood to tease cats, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He got up and took two pills of the medicine that Ma Liang bought for him yesterday, hugged the cat and the warm water bag and threw himself on the sofa, closing his eyes.

Stomach ache, he closed his eyes for a while, and after a little relief, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, he suddenly heard a sound in the yard. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the curtains move, and then Fang Chi jumped in from the window with a plastic bag from the supermarket.

"Entering and exiting no one's land, this is a coherent action," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, "Are you still working part-time at night?"

"You made me dance," Fang Chi said, and put the roll of change in his hand on the coffee table, "I put the unused money here."

Fang Chi is usually dressed in lazy casual clothes, with an earphone hanging around his neck. He doesn't look like someone who can cook. Sun Wenqu listened to him in the kitchen with his ears up.

When the sound of chopping meat came out in the kitchen, Sun Wenqu turned his head in surprise and stared at the kitchen door. The sound sounded very skillful, and there were two knives.

It even feels like the rhythm of the night scene has been chopped off.

He stood up from the sofa with the cat in his arms, and walked slowly to the kitchen door to have a look. Fang Chi was chopping meat quickly with his head down.

"You went to a vocational school, did you learn to cook?" Sun Wenqu asked.

Fang Chi stopped chopping meat, and turned to look at him: "Junior high school is nine-year compulsory education, and vocational school is high school."

"It's really deep into the drama," Sun Wenqu was amused, "How long are you going to pretend to be?"

"I don't have enough time right now, so I'll cook it in one pot. After half an hour, you can open it yourself. You should have done it separately, but don't you have a stomachache, so the meat will be more rotten?" Fang Chi didn't answer his words, and chopped the meat Put the meat in a bowl to marinate, and began to cut ginger, "I have to go to school at night, it's too late."

Fang Chi's movement of cutting ginger is also quite proficient. He didn't feel that his eyes were looking at the knife, so he chopped a small pile of ginger, put it in a bowl, and mixed it with the meat.

"I won't." Sun Wenqu pinched Mr. Huang's ear.

Fang Chi paused, then turned around and leaned against the desk, looking at him: "Would you like to have a meeting?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I opened it and ate it myself," Fang Chi said.

Fang Chi didn't stay long after cooking the porridge. He took the schoolbag on his back and picked up the cat bag.

However, Sun Wenqu was still leaning against the kitchen door and hugging Boss Huang, watching him carry the cat bag, but he didn't intend to put Boss Huang down.

"That..." Fang Chi had no choice but to point to Mr. Huang, who only had his head exposed under his clothes, "I'm leaving, give me the cat."

"Are you taking the cat to school?" Sun Wenqu didn't move, just scratched Mr. Huang's head with his fingers, and Mr. Huang immediately closed his eyes in comfort.

"I'll take it to the pet hospital." Fang Chi stretched out his hand.

"Ill?" Sun Wenqu looked down at the cat.

"No, it's...it's castrated and sterilized," Fang Chi said, "give it to me, I have to go."

"This cat is not old enough. It must be eight months old. It's so young." Sun Wenqu glanced at him, then hugged the cat and returned to lean on the sofa. "Go, let me play with the cat for two days."

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned.

Although Mr. Huang hasn't treated him well in the two or three months since he picked it up, he still likes Mr. Huang very much. He takes care of him with a smile every day, and never thought of letting him go wandering again.

Now Sun Wenqu is going to stay and play for two days with such an understatement?

He couldn't take it a little bit.

Mainly, he was also worried that with Sun Wenqu's erratic personality, would he be able to return the cat to him after playing for two days.

Just force him to sign some kind of service contract with him, and it's probably not impossible to grab a cat.

"Play for two days," Sun Wenqu held the cat in his arms, "Why, I borrowed all of your one hundred thousand yuan, but if I borrow my cat, I won't play for two days... Hurry up and leave, my stomach hurts very much."

Fang Chi looked at the time. Lao Li would stay in the classroom every night for self-study in the first quarter, and he promised to go. If he was late again, he would be nagged to death by Lao Li.

"I'll come get it tomorrow." Fang Chi frowned, put down the cat bag, turned around and trotted out.

There was no time to eat, so Fang Chi bought two pieces of bread and ate them on the way. When he arrived at school, the time was just right, so he ran up to the classroom on the fourth floor.

When we reached the corridor on the fourth floor, there were a few people standing at the corner. Fang Chi didn’t look carefully, probably hiding there to smoke. It’s already here, and those teachers can’t lift it no matter how hard they pull it. Basically, no one is there. Tube.

When Fang Chi was about to turn to go to the classroom, someone in the corner said in a strange way: "Isn't this Fang Chi, I'm in love with you."

Fang Chi stopped abruptly, took a step back and looked into the corner.

Four or five people stood there, including those from Class Five and Class Six. Behind the two of them, Fang Chi saw Zhang Jian standing against the wall.

He took a step down the stairs.

Zhang Jian immediately shrank back.

But what followed was the laughter of several people. I don't know whether they were laughing at Zhang Jian's words or Zhang Jian's action.

Or maybe he was laughing at himself who had just made a name for Xiao Yiming.

"What are you doing!" Lao Li's voice came from the third floor, "Go back if you don't go to self-study! Why are you piling up here!"

Fang Chi stared at Zhang Jian, then turned around and walked quickly through the corridor to his classroom, and behind him he could hear the voices of several people talking and having fun as they followed up.

When Fang Chi walked into the classroom, his expression was probably not very good. The people who were talking in the front row all shut up when they saw him.

I can't tell what it feels like.

Annoyance, irritability, anger, and anxiety, or fear that you want to avoid but can't get rid of.

When Liang Xiaotao saw him, she just raised her hand to speak, but when she saw his expression, she was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"No." Fang Chi sat down, grabbed the paper from his schoolbag and threw it on the table.

"Is it..." Liang Xiaotao leaned over, stopped in the middle of speaking, took out a box of milk and put it in front of him, "Drink it? It tastes like yellow peach."

Fang Chi didn't make a sound, took it over, plugged in the straw and sucked the box down a few times.

"Oh, I've been hungry for half my life," Liang Xiaotao sighed, "I still have a few bags of shredded tofu, do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat." Fang Chi lowered his head and began to write the paper.

All night, he was immersed in writing papers and reading like a bully, without lifting his head, and he was almost moved to tears by himself.

Halfway through the last period of self-study, the teacher who was answering questions in the classroom left. Fang Chi collected the things on the table and stuffed them in his schoolbag.

"Going away?" Liang Xiaotao, who was discussing what to have for supper with the person next to him, asked.

"For a while." Fang Chi responded, threw his schoolbag on the table, and walked out of the classroom.

There is no teacher in the classroom of Class [-]. People who are tired from reviewing all night are a little relaxed now, and many of them are chatting.

Fang Chi kicked open the front door of the classroom and walked in.

Everyone in the classroom stopped and looked at him.

Fang Chi scanned the classroom and found that Zhang Jian was sitting in the last row near the back door. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue. He knew he had kicked the back door.

He exited the classroom again and walked to the back door.

The back door was not closed, he walked in again, Zhang Jian had already guessed his purpose, stood up and wanted to run.

Fang Chi stepped over and grabbed Zhang Jian's collar, and yanked back fiercely. Zhang Jian staggered back and almost sat on the ground.

"Fang Chi, you..." Someone stood up and tried to stop him.

"It's none of your business." Fang Chi said in a calm voice, dragging Zhang Jian out of the classroom.