flying dog

Maybe it's because the family has been quite depressed this year, today's meal is considered to be relaxed, grandparents have smiles on their faces, and my parents talk more than usual.

The chaos pressing on Fang Chi's chest also slowly dissipated, chatting with Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo without saying a word, the family loves to hear about school affairs, and when they talk nonsense, grandparents, parents, and mothers follow laugh.

Sun Wenqu was still the same, he didn't talk much, he licked his lips from time to time, and occasionally said a word or two.

Once a person relaxes, it's easy to get drunk.

At first, Fang Chi felt that although he was unsuccessful in the wine competition and lost to Sun Wenqu, he was basically a little dizzy and looked a little wobbly, but when everyone had a good chat and was about to leave, he wanted to eat another rib. Pick it up and directly pestle it at the corner of your mouth, then adjust the angle before stuffing it into your mouth.

Fang Chi was a little depressed, why did he get so drunk?Too much energy after a broken drink?

Looking at Sun Wenqu again, he drank a lot, basically because you compare each other one by one, but he looks more relaxed now than before, there is not much difference.

When grandma mentioned the Spring Festival couplets at the door, Sun Wenqu waved her hand directly: "Do you have ink? I'll write it now."

The writing brush that Sun Wenqu bought last year is still at home, and my father went to the neighbor Uncle Zhang’s house to ask his youngest son to borrow ink.

Xiao Yiming wanted to help clear the table for him to write, but he waved his hand.

"No need," Sun Wenqu spread the paper on the floor directly, "That's fine."

Fang Chi leaned on the chair and looked at him, feeling that he was about to change himself. If he couldn't write two words, he would have to hit his head on the ground.

Sun Wenqu's hands were steady, he picked up the pen, disliked the unprofessional ink, then looked at his grandma and asked, "Grandma, what do you want to write?"

"Oh, how would I know?" Grandma smiled, and turned to look at Fang Chi, Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming, "You college students, tell me?"

"Get rid of old habits once and for all, and cultivate a new style with five lectures and four beauties." Cheng Mo didn't even think about it, "Let's say goodbye to the old and welcome the spring."

The whole house was full of joy.

"Five what the hell?" Xiao Yiming looked at him.

"My family posted this this year, and my mother even took a photo for me to see." Cheng Mo said with a smile.

"Just... just write the one posted now?" Fang Chi stood up while laughing, wanting to go out to see what the pair posted at the gate of the courtyard said.

As soon as he stood up, he felt extremely dizzy, stepped on Cheng Mo's foot, and bumped into him.

"Hey!" Cheng Mo also drank a lot, being stepped on and bumped by him, they both fell to the chair next to him and almost rolled to the ground.

"Green bamboos don't make a difference, red plums are celebrating the spring of thousands of families, and the horizontal criticism is the return of spring to the earth." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"... When did you memorize it?" Fang Chi supported Cheng Mo to stand up, and asked in surprise.

"When I entered the door." Sun Wenqu said, dipped the pen in the ink, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper.

"Shuiqu has such a good memory." Grandpa said.

Fang Chi smiled and said nothing, staring at Sun Wenqu.

Although it is an awkward posture of kneeling on one knee and bending over, it still feels familiar. Even if Sun Wenqu drank alcohol, he still returned to the kind of posture that made Fang Chi's heart beat faster and wanted to kneel down and look up. In his aura.

Grandma took the 1.8-meter Spring Festival couplet red paper at home. I guess I bought it last year and thought it was too big and useless.

Sun Wenqu's handwriting was also quite large, and Fang Chi couldn't understand it, so he felt very unrestrained and relaxed. He kept his eyes on his hand, and followed his hand as it sank all the way in the warm dizziness.

After the Spring Festival couplets were written, several people took them to the gate of the yard and pasted them together. Fang Chi's feet were a little wobbly. He tried his best to control himself, but still bumped into Sun Wenqu several times.

Sun Wenqu took two steps back to see if the Spring Festival couplets had been pasted neatly. Fang Chi stood behind him and didn't have time to get out of the way, or he didn't react at all to get out of the way. Sun Wenqu hit him like a sack Like falling into the snow.

"Hey," Xiao Yiming sighed, "I used to think that Fang Chi could drink quite well."

"It's enough to drink," Cheng Mo sneezed, talking with his tongue hanging out a little, "You didn't count how many glasses he drank, but your Uncle Sun... my brother Sun doesn't have an upper limit for drinking , it seems that he can't drink."

Xiao Yiming glanced at him and said nothing.

"It seems that Cheng Mo didn't drink too much, and he can still take advantage of it." Sun Wenqu pulled Fang Chi up from the ground, patted the snow on his trousers, and looked at Cheng Mo, "Why don't we meet again?" Have a drink?"

"No," Cheng Mo immediately refused, "I can see that no one in this room can drink enough, you must use your internal strength to force the wine to the floor."

Fang Chi happily leaned on Sun Wenqu, turned his head and looked at Cheng Mo: "I really don't drink any more? Is that enough for courage?"

"Enough," Cheng Mo said, "Just right."

After Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming helped clean up the table, they went back to the farmhouse. Xiao Yiming packed a pack of snacks in a bag, asked his grandfather for a bowl of beef jerky, and went out with his hands.

"Aren't you going back?" Fang Chi was blown by the north wind, and then went back to the house and was roasted by the fire. He felt that his whole body was in a suspended state, floating around.

Sun Wenqu glanced at him and said nothing.

"Ask him to sleep at home," my mother said, "how can anyone go out to drive people out after the Chinese New Year?"

"Didn't Cheng Mo and Lao Xiao be driven away by me?" Fang Chi laughed happily again, and the remaining rationality wrapped in the strength of alcohol couldn't understand why he kept being silly.

"You really drank too much!" Grandma slapped him, "Go to sleep! Leave him alone in the drain, and go to sleep too."

"I don't sleep," Fang Chi waved his arms, "I still have to take a bath."

"How many baths do you take a day? Didn't you just take a shower before picking up someone in the afternoon!" Grandma frowned, "You are skinning!"

"Get him up the canal," said grandpa, "he's really drunk."

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu grabbed Fang Chi's arm and dragged him upstairs.

"Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom," Fang Chi leaned on Sun Wenqu, took two steps and then turned around, saying loudly, "I'm sorry!"

Everyone froze and looked at him.

"Sorry," Fang Chi said again, "Thank you."

"Ouch," Grandma was stunned for a moment, then wiped her eyes, "Drain, drag him away."

Sun Wenqu didn't say a word, half dragged Fang Chi up the stairs, entered his room, and threw him on the bed.

When he turned around and was about to go out, Fang Chi grabbed his hand: "How about going?"

"I'll come up later," Sun Wenqu lowered his head and kissed him on the tip of his nose, "You lie down for a while."

"Get lubricant?" Fang Chi asked, his voice uncontrollably shouting like a radio.

"...Get the sealing tape!" Sun Wenqu covered his mouth, "Shut up and lie down."

"En." Fang Chi answered in his palm.

As soon as he took his hand away, he closed his eyes and began to laugh. Sun Wenqu sighed, turned around and went out, and closed the door. Fang Chi could still hear Fang Chi giggling happily through the door.

After laughing for about a minute, Fang Chi felt so tired of laughing that he couldn't stop laughing, so he closed his mouth.

Sun Wenqu didn't know what he was doing, but now he was lying down quite comfortably, and he said that he was drunk, but he was not really drunk, but he was in a daze, his whole body was weak, and he could feel it wherever he stepped on it. Everywhere seems to have touched a soft bag.

Then there is dizziness, the world is spinning clockwise, in order to avoid motion sickness from spinning too hard, he tries hard to let himself spin forward for a while and then counterclockwise for a while.

Sun asked him why he went there?

How long have you been there?

Why not come up?

But he is not worried, now is not the same as before.

He is very at ease.

Sun Wenqu probably went to take a shower, to get a condom, to get a lubricant, to get a sealant, to go to bed...

Yes, even if Sun Wenqu went back to the farmhouse to sleep, he was still at ease.

Never be afraid of something happening again.

In a daze, Fang Chi heard the door being pushed open, and then someone reached out and touched his face.

It was Sun Wenqu's hand, he didn't need to open his eyes to know it.

There was also Sun Wenqu's breathing, which he could distinguish when it swept across his face.

The same is true for Sun Wenqu's lips, he can feel his heartbeat with a slight touch.

"Are you sleepy?" Sun Wenqu whispered in his ear.

"I'm not sleepy," Fang Chi said, but he was taken aback when he opened his mouth. His voice was as loud as a bell, and he closed his eyes again, "Oh, my voice is really good."

Sun Wenqu looked at him and said nothing.

"I'm a little hot." Fang Chi said again.

"You're wrapped in a quilt, of course it's hot." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi opened his eyes, and saw Sun Wenqu kneeling on the edge of the bed, looking at him with his arms propped up on the bed.

"What do you want to do?" Fang Chi laughed twice, lifted the quilt, took off his clothes and pants and threw them on the ground.

"In your state," Sun Wenqu sighed softly, straightened up and took off his clothes, "I really haven't figured out what to do."

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Fang Chi asked.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu hurriedly covered his mouth again, "Can you control your voice? Why didn't you realize that you can sing bel canto when you're drunk?"

"I'm in control." Fang Chi said vaguely.

Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, stepped on top of him, lowered his head and kissed him.

Fang Chi was in a erratic state when he drank too much, and even the entanglement of the tip of his tongue showed a heroic style of changing places, and he didn't know where he went if he didn't pay attention.

Sun Wenqu wanted to laugh a little, but this feeling was quite strange, and this kind of unconsciously provocative entanglement made him quite excited.

When he let go of Fang Chi, his hand slid down.

"Ah!" Fang Chi suddenly shouted out of breath.

Sun Wenqu almost fell off the bed in fright, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"...No," Fang Chi raised his neck, breathing quickly, "it's comfortable."

Sun Wenqu opened his mouth but did not speak.

"Continue." Fang Chi raised his arm and hooked his neck.

Sun Wenqu stared at him for a few seconds, then reached down again.

Fang Chi didn't make a sound this time, only his trembling panting could be heard.

When Sun Wenqu was about to make another move, Fang Chi bit his lip: "Ah—"

"Oh, sir!" Sun Wenqu drew back his hand and patted him on the mouth, "Can you still do it?"

"I can't do it anymore," Fang Chi touched his waist, "You can do it."

Sun Wenqu sat down on his lap, put his hands on his head and looked at him, and it took him a long time before he said, "Can you shut up and lie down?"

"Don't you want to hear...?" Fang Chi stroked his leg carelessly, "I quite like hearing your voice."

"Am I screaming?" Sun Wenqu felt amused.

"I didn't... yell, did I?" Fang Chi looked at him, "I just yelled casually, anyway, if I am idle, I am idle..."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, sighed after a while, got up and stepped on his chest, "Okay, then stop talking."

……

This was the most solid and longest sleep Fang Chi had had since returning home during the Chinese New Year. He had no dreams, no awakening, and no waking up by peeing.

He opened his eyes because he felt the sunlight coming in from the window. He stretched comfortably, and vaguely heard grandma asking grandpa what he had for lunch in the backyard.

I touched my phone and looked at it, and found that it was almost 11 o'clock.

He turned his head and glanced to the side, and immediately couldn't help laughing.

Sun Wenqu was lying beside him, facing the wall, still awake.

He raised his head and looked at Sun Wenqu's side face, the sunlight could only reach his chin, reflecting a small halo, Fang Chi leaned over carefully, and kissed on that small patch of sunlight.

Before he could leave, Sun Wenqu's hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt, and flicked back precisely on the tip of his nose.

"Hey!" Fang Chi was taken aback, clutching his sore nose, "Are you awake?"

"I've woken up three times," Sun Wenqu rolled over and lay flat, "You really slept soundly."

"I'm young, look at my grandparents, they get up at four o'clock." Fang Chi laughed twice.

"Don't laugh," Sun Wenqu pointed at him, "I want to slap you when I hear you laughing now."

"Why?" Fang Chi was stunned for a while, looking at Sun Wenqu for a long time, he was happy again, "Damn, I seem to know why."

"Remember? I thought you didn't remember." Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

"Remember," Fang Chi hugged him happily and kissed him on his collarbone a few times, "Didn't I drink too much, but there is no broken piece."

"Oh, did you really pretend that you lost your memory during Chinese New Year last year?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"It's not just pretending..." Fang Chi rubbed his arms around his waist, and half of his body lay on top of him, burying his face in the hollow of his shoulder, "I'm really embarrassed."

"Then what did you say about last night?" Sun asked Qu.

Fang Chi was happy again with a dull voice: "Whatever you want, I can do this anytime, even now."

"I don't want to move." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"You say you, but fortunately I'm not lazy." Fang Chi hugged him tightly and quacked happily.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, and after a while Fang Chi turned his head and said, "Shall we go for a run?"

"It's snowing." Sun Wenqu yawned.

"I know," Fang Chi looked out the window, "I feel like I haven't run with you for a long time... I still remember the first time we went for a run together."

"I remember it too." Sun Wenqu rubbed his hair.

"That's right, you twisted your foot, it made me anxious," Fang Chi said with a smile, "It's quite scary."

"What are you afraid of?" Sun asked him, rubbing his eyes.

"As long as I'm in such a hurry, I'm quite scared," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "I feel like I'm really going to die."

"Is that the end?" Sun asked him with a smile.

"Isn't it just finished?" Fang Chi lowered his head and bit him on the shoulder, "It's completely finished, this life is finished in your hands."

"How do you feel?" Sun asked Qu and turned to look at him.

"I feel like I want to take revenge, so I must take revenge," Fang Chi nodded on his lips, "You have to be in my hands."

The snow outside is a little lighter, but it is still falling.

When Fang Chi and Sun Wenqu were wearing hats, scarves and masks and were about to go out for a run, grandma held up a Chinese cabbage and glared at them: "You two are not sober yet?"

"Wake up," Fang Chi swayed and waved his arms, "I just want to move around."

"Are you following him too?" Grandma turned to look at Sun Wenqu again, "He has been so wild since he was a child, and you follow him so crazy?"

"Let him have fun for a while," Sun Wenqu also posed in a horse stance, waving his arms, "I'll accompany you."

"Crazy!" Grandma scolded with a smile, and after thinking about it, she said, "Why don't you two stop by and call Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo over for dinner, and they probably won't wake up either."

"Okay." Fang Chi nodded.

The village is quite quiet, the kind of idle quiet that is unique to noon during the Chinese New Year. The snow on the road has not been swept by anyone, and it has fallen a layer, and it makes a squeaking sound when you step on it, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Fang Chi and Sun Wenqu ran according to the previous route, ran out of the village along the road, crossed the river, and went around the mountain.

The boy ran ahead of them happily all the way, rolling on the snowdrifts and rubbing his back from time to time.

"Going to the stream?" Fang Chi asked, "The stream is probably not frozen yet."

"Go." Sun asked him and nodded.

The bare forest showed another scene in the sun, Fang Chi looked around while running: "Hey, do you think the forest in winter is very beautiful?"

"Well, I think so." Sun Wenqu said.

"Do you think it's comfortable for us to watch while running?" Fang Chi asked.

"It's quite...romantic." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Tired?" Fang Chi asked again, "Don't twist your feet again."

"Can you not ask these questions in succession?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "Destroy the atmosphere, don't get tired, and won't twist your feet."

Fang Chi laughed twice, turned around and ran forward for a few steps, then stopped, and hissed at the boy beside him.

"What's the matter?" Sun asked, walking up to him.

"Look." Fang Chi laughed while pointing in front of him, suppressing his laughter.

In front was the open space next to the creek. Sun Wenqu was very familiar with it. He had played Baduanjin there before.

Now there are people in the clearing, two.

Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming were wrapped up like bears like them.

Xiao Yiming was gesticulating with Cheng Mo, and Sun Wenqu was amused after watching it for a while: "Do morning exercises?"

"Military boxing," Fang Chi whispered while laughing, "I can do it too, do you want me to teach you?"

"It's so stupid..." Sun Wenqu said, "I might as well teach them Baduanjin in the past."

"You want to go there?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"No, we are qualified onlookers," Sun Wenqu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took a few photos of the two people over there, and said with a smile, "Let's go somewhere else."

"Let me take you up a small hill," Fang Chi said, "The road is pretty easy, not too high."

"it is good."

In the cold weather, wrapped in thick clothes and covered with snowflakes, he went to climb a small hill. Sun Wenqu felt that if he didn't know Fang Chi, he would never do such a thing in his life.

Fortunately, he slept well yesterday, and he didn't do any strenuous work. There was no problem climbing this small hill.

As soon as Fang Chi entered the mountain, he was like some wild beast returning to the forest where he had been away for many years. He was full of energy and talked a lot all the way.

"Here we are," Fang Chi held up the bamboo shoots in his hand and pointed forward, "We will arrive after passing that rock."

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu quickened his pace.

After bypassing the stone, the eyes suddenly opened up.

In fact, this is not a mountain, but a flat land on the mountainside, but because it is facing a small valley, there are no other mountains in front of it. Looking at the flat plain, it makes people feel like they have passed through a tunnel. There was a burst of relief as if coming out.

"How is it? Great!" Fang Chi opened his arms to him, holding a bamboo shoot in each hand.

Sun Wenqu went over and hugged him: "Great."

"I don't know what happened today," Fang Chi hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "I always want to take you around, and there are several places I haven't taken you to. I didn’t think it was very interesting before, but now I think it’s really great and I want to take you to see it.”

"There's a lot of time," Sun Wenqu turned his head and kissed his ear, "Keep it for a while, aren't you afraid that there will be nothing for me to read later?"

"Okay," Fang Chi smiled, "What if one day I finish reading it all?"

"You can review it after reading it," Sun Wenqu said, "How many years and months and days of the week, we came to the hill for the 8th time, the scenery has not changed, when was the last time we came What day of the week, it has been several years in a blink of an eye... How many years, what month, what day of the week, we came to the hill for the 86th time..."

"Damn," Fang Chi laughed, "this is the span."

"Fast forward," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I don't know what happened to the two of us at the 86th time, maybe we can't climb up?"

"Old man and old man, I think I'm fine," Fang Chi said, "If you can't do it, I can carry you up... By the way, I have to keep exercising, but you can't eat chocolate all the time. When I become a fat old man, I can't carry you anymore..."

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

"Did you hear that?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"Understood." Sun Wenqu smiled and kissed his lips.

The author has something to say:

Well, that’s the end of the main text, and I’ll start updating the episodes tomorrow, about two or three.

Thank you for supporting the original version and accompanying me to finish another article.Uh, suddenly I don't know what else to say...

That's it, anyway, there is still a side story, anyway, after the end, there will be a new pit, the next new pit, I still have a lot of time to talk nonsense.

A senior chatterbox writer said with a smile.