flying dog

Fang Chi got up later than usual today, and didn't get up until almost noon, but he still insisted on going out for a run, and then went to his grandfather's to eat something to pad his stomach.

Then I took the boy to the river for a slow walk. The boy is getting older now, he can't run and jump like before, but he doesn't want to lie down and bask in the sun at home, so as long as Fang Chi has time, he will Take it for a walk.

The kid refused to go home after the walk, so Fang Chi had to let him follow him to the farm.

The signboard of the farm is quite big, and the word "Wei Tao" can be seen from a long distance.

These two characters were written by Sun Wenqu. All the paintings and characters on the farm were written by Sun Wenqu when he was free. There are also various pottery, bottle and plate decorations. Every time Fang Chi sees There will be a burst of pride.

Today is the weekend, and there are quite a lot of customers. At this time, there are already seven or eight cars parked at the door.

Fang Chi glanced at one of the cars, which looked familiar to him. He glanced at the license plate and was immediately taken aback. He grabbed a waiter who knew Sun Wenqu's father and came over: "Why is the old man here?"

"I just arrived, and I said I was going to drop by to see," the waiter nodded, "I took a driver with me, and I didn't bring anyone else."

"How does he look like?" Fang Chi asked.

"I can't tell," the waiter scratched his head, "The old man always has that expression."

"Your power of observation," Fang Chi sighed, "Go and tell the kitchen that the lunch at noon is cooked according to the old man's taste, and if you don't have any dishes, go buy them immediately."

"Okay." The waiter nodded and walked away.

Fang Chi went back to his room to change his clothes, and trotted to the office.

The studio opened today, and Sun Wenqu had been there for several days, so the old man had to go alone to receive it.

The farm has been working for several years, until Fang Chi graduated last year and came to help, the old man only came three or four times a year, and he couldn't ask for it usually.

Although he agreed when Fang Chi asked him to invest, he always said that he was not optimistic about this kind of pseudo-literary youth-style pretend farm, especially since Fang Chi started outdoor rock climbing on the back of the farm after graduation. Feel nondescript and very dissatisfied.

However, Fang Chi knew that the old man would come over this time, and he also knew why he came, but he didn't expect that he would call in advance and ask Sun Wenqu to pick him up.

When he entered the office, the old man had already made a pot of tea and sat by the window.

"Uncle," Fang Chi went over to pour tea for him, "Why are you here? You didn't even make a phone call."

"Has this office been renovated?" the old man said.

"Well, I made it last two months. Sun Wenqu said to change the style to change the mood." Fang Chi sat next to him and poured himself a cup of tea, "What do you think?"

"It's not good," the old man snorted, "It's too expensive to set up a marquee office, and come here every day."

"He did all the decorations by himself without spending much money. I got the materials and wood up the mountain, and he made the rattan lamp himself." Fang Chi smiled and pointed to a lamp hanging above the tea table.

He likes this lamp very much. Sun Wenqu made it by himself every step of the way from rattan making. It is very beautiful and delicate.

"No wonder it's so ugly." The old man said with a sneer.

"That's what you said," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "You cultivated his aesthetics."

The old man glared at him without saying a word, picked up his cup and took a sip of tea.

"Shall we have a cup at noon?" Fang Chi poured him tea.

"Let's talk," the old man gave him a sideways glance, "I still have something to ask you."

"You ask." Fang Chi smiled.

"Originally, I should ask Sun Wenqu about this matter, but since he is hiding, I can only ask you." The old man looked at him.

"Open the kiln today." Fang Chi said.

"Let me ask you," the old man continued to stare at him, and his tone became a little uncomfortable, "whose idea is it to sell pottery online?"

"Mine," Fang Chi replied without thinking, "It's been a long time, and it's already made a big deal... Did you just know?"

"Impossible," the old man frowned, "It's either Sun Wenqu or Ma Liang who came up with such a bad idea!"

Fang Chi didn't say anything, and looked at the old man after a while: "Is it rotten?"

"Isn't it bad?" The old man stared at him.

"I don't think so," Fang Chi said, "The popularity has increased, the market has opened up, and there are many channels..."

"Price drop!" The old man patted the table angrily, "Don't you think the price has dropped! How many people who buy these things on the Internet understand? How many can appreciate them?"

"These are two concepts," Fang Chi smiled, "Do you dare to say that everyone who goes to your place understands Tao?"

The old man stared at him without saying a word.

"Sun Wenqu thinks that art is not just a path for high-level and low-level people," Fang Chi said, "The more people who know about it, the more people will like it, and the more people like it, the more people will understand. "

The old man frowned and sneered.

Fang Chi felt that it was not that he couldn't figure it out. The old man didn't interfere much with Sun Wenqu's thoughts and actions in recent years. He seemed to accept it, but he seemed too lazy to say more. This time he was angry only because of Sun Wenqu. He did it all of a sudden without telling him.

"Uncle," Fang Chi poured him another cup of tea, "Whether it's this farm or selling pottery online, I know you don't like it, but the fact is that he has done a good job. There’s nothing you can do if you don’t like it, right.”

"You are talking more and more presumptuously now." The old man looked at him.

"Anyway, you're not really angry," Fang Chi chuckled a few times, and then withdrew his smile again, "Sun Wenqu is no longer just Sun Zhengzhi's son, he is himself, I'm not angry with you, I know his There are more people than those who know you, and there are more people who like him and appreciate his works than those who like you..."

The teacup in the old man's hand was placed heavily on the table.

Fang Chi stopped, and moved the chair towards him: "The audience he faces is different from yours, so you can't ask him according to your own requirements. It's been several years, and you haven't noticed yet Is it? Still refuse to admit it? "

"I won't admit anything." The old man said with a cold face.

"Admit that Sun Wenqu is very good, much better than you imagine, he has not wasted his talent at all," Fang Chi said, "He is an artist with a business mind."

"He deserves it too?" The old man was still sullen.

"Of course he deserves it," Fang Chi smiled, "Aren't you happy? You can't say trash long ago, right?"

"I can tell, I'm here today to find Qi Sheng." The old man threw the cup and stood up.

"Don't," Fang Chi stopped him with a smile, "Sit down for a while, I'll go and see if the dishes are ready, and drink some wine later."

The old man frowned and was pushed back on the chair by him, and he sighed heavily.

Fang Chi walked out of the office, poked his head in and said, "Really."

"What?" The old man looked at him.

"I really like him like this," Fang Chi said, "You must like it too, isn't it uncomfortable to be so tense?"

The old man stared and stood up again, Fang Chi quickly closed the door and locked it, and shouted: "I'll be right back."

On the weekends, all those who go into the mountains, those who play pottery, and those who climb rocks come. Sometimes there are not enough rooms, so they have to be booked in advance. The kitchen is very busy right now.

"It's ready soon, two dishes and one soup," the chef said when he saw him come in, "I wanted to make one more, but I'm really too busy..."

"Enough," Fang Chi said, "With the driver, there are only three people in total, so we can't eat much."

After leaving the kitchen, Fang Chi's cell phone rang, Cheng Mo called, and he answered the phone.

"I found the tire for you," Cheng Mo said. "It's the big one you mentioned. Let alone lying alone, it's more than enough for the two of you to lie in it together and do something."

"Have you tried it?" Fang Chi asked.

"Can you have some quality?" Cheng Mo said.

"You said it first," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "Can you pull it over for me today? I'll have someone put it on tomorrow."

"I'll call a car to pull it over in a while." Cheng Mo said.

"Thanks," Fang Chi said with a smile, "When it's done, please come and play with Xiao Yiming."

There are a lot of things to do on weekends. Although there are waiters, instructors on the pottery side, and coaches on the rock climbing side, there are still some problems from time to time.

Especially the rock climbing side, because it didn't take long to do it, and he didn't hire many coaches. When there were too many people, he had to do it by himself, and he didn't even have time to rest on weekends.

I had a meal with the old man at noon, chatted for a while, and showed him all the pottery that Sun Wenqu sold online, which proved that those things were not completely marketable. face, but I can feel that it is not as uncomfortable as before.

Maybe I wasn't too upset when I came here, and I just came to find out the specific situation under the banner of asking questions.

Fang Chi felt that at the old man's age, it would be useless to ask him to let go of his arrogance, and it would be nice to be able to be as he is now.

When Sun Wenqu called, Fang Chi just ran from the rock climbing side to the farm gate, and answered the phone while running: "...Hello."

"What about fighting?" Sun Wenqu was taken aback, "Or stealing people behind my back?"

"I'm so busy that I'm about to take off. Now that you're here, I don't have time to fuck you," Fang Chi said, "Uncle Liangzi's business is over?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu said, "I burned an extra set of cups, didn't you want a cup for drinking chocolate?"

"You want it, let alone me, I can drink it with a bowl." Fang Chi said.

"You said it, you asked me to do it." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"Isn't that because you dislike that bowl every time?" Fang Chi sighed, "When will you come back? The teacher just said that there is no more clay."

"On the way," Sun Wenqu said, "I brought soil."

"How long will it be?" Fang Chi quickly checked the time on his phone, ran to the gate and saw the car pulling the tires, and gestured for the workers to unload the car right away.

"It will take a while, come before dinner, help me cook some porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, not lean meat, but minced meat." Sun Wenqu said.

"You can just say porridge with preserved egg and minced meat," Fang Chi said, "I'll cook it for you later."

After hanging up the phone, several waiters that Fang Chi had called out before came over: "Brother Xiao Chi, do you want to hide this tire too?"

"Tibet," Fang Chi waved his hand, "It's still the old place of Tibet. The workers will come over tomorrow morning. You take it into the mountain and watch them install it. I gave the blueprint."

"No problem." Several waiters immediately went over and pushed the big tire, which was one person tall, along the path to the back of the farm.

"Boss Sun, I don't know how happy he is." A waiter girl came out to have a look.

"Just keep it secret, you guys," Fang Chi said, "You can go up and play after he has seen it."

"Hey, brother Chi, tell me, after seeing it, Boss Sun thinks, ah, this place is good, and it's worth going to the farm as an entertainment project, right?" the little girl asked.

"He dares." After Fang Chi finished speaking, he ran to the kitchen.

Sun Wenqu had very high requirements for the porridge, he had to hide a whole grain of rice, and he had to cook it now so that it would be ready when he came back.

"It's really hard to serve." Fang Chi was busy in a separate small kitchen alone.

The kid came in covered in grass clippings out of nowhere, lying on his stomach by the kitchen door.

"Old dog," Fang Chi took an egg and peeled it for it to eat, "you are in good spirits today, did you go to drill haystacks?"

The kid was busy eating eggs and ignored it.

"Would you like to have some porridge later?" Fang Chi patted its head, "Your face is pale, you will become Samo in two years, right?"

As soon as Sun Wenqu came back, he went back to his room to take a shower.

After Fang Chi asked the waiter to take away the soil brought back from his car, he also went upstairs and returned to the room. As soon as he entered the room, he took off all the clothes on his body, pushed open the bathroom door and squeezed in.

"Didn't you say you don't have time to fuck me now?" Sun Wenqu had just boiled the water and was rushing towards it, so he turned his head and glanced at him.

"I don't have time for you. I still have time to touch and lick you. In fact, I'm afraid that you will be tired. I've been busy for several days." Fang Chi hugged him from behind and licked his shoulder .

"I think you're busier than me," Sun Wenqu scratched his head with his backhand, "There are always one or two calls that don't answer."

"There's something wrong," Fang Chi chuckled twice, "If it's nothing, I'll wait for you to call, I've already called you."

"What are you busy with? You haven't been this busy before. It feels like you've been very busy this month, and you were missing before." Sun Wenqu leaned back against him, resting his head on his shoulder, flushing the water.

"I said I went to the town with grandma," Fang Chi kissed the tip of his ear, gently traced the tip of his tongue along his ear, and slowly touched his lower abdomen with his hand, "we will go to the mountain to rest in two days Well, I'm too tired this year, among my classmates, I've been as busy as a dog since I graduated, and Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming went on a trip a while ago, it really pissed me off."

"Well," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I asked you to find a club for an internship first, but you don't want to."

"You said you were going to do rock climbing, why don't I come?" Fang Chi said, "If I don't come, you have to find someone now, in case you find another long-legged little fresh meat..."

"You are still very fresh now." Sun Wenqu slapped his butt with his hands behind his back, and then grabbed the hand he was touching, "Aren't you afraid that I will be tired?"

"Do you... need to relax?" Fang Chi smiled.

"Are you helping me?" Sun Wenqu turned around and leaned against the wall, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah." Fang Chi pressed over to kiss him, and after entangled carefully, slowly moved down, chin, neck, collarbone, chest... and then to the lower abdomen, the tip of his tongue lightly tapped on his lower abdomen.

Sun Wenqu raised his head, and after hearing his slight sigh, Fang Chi touched his waist and continued down.

The farm was started by Sun Wenqu when Fang Chi was a sophomore in college, but Sun Wenqu was very lazy and demanding, so it took a long time to start working on the farm.

From then on, he came back to help when he was on vacation, and when he graduated and started rock climbing, he felt that the two of them had been busy all the time, and they hadn't had a good rest.

Now things are slowly going smoothly, and all the projects on the farm are on the right track, so he has time to think about this matter that he has been thinking about for a long time.

The tires have been driven into the mountain, and the workers have installed them. The waiter also took two photos for him, and they look pretty good.

Fang Chi got up early in the morning to make breakfast, changed all the flowers in the vase in the bedroom, and went to push Sun Wenqu who was still lying on the bed: "Get up, I will take you into the mountains to play today."

"Today?" Sun asked Qu Qu turned over.

"There are no appointments today, and there are few people," Fang Chi said, "Do you still want to wait until the weekend?"

"Okay," Sun Wenqu yawned and sat up, "Let me tell you first, I don't want to climb the mountain, but I'll do it if I walk around the mountain twice."

"No need to climb the mountain." Fang Chi smiled.

The road into the mountain has been repaired with money from the village, and it is much easier to walk than before, and more and more tourists come here.

However, Fang Chi took Sun Wenqu along the newly built road for a while and then turned onto a small road, which was still covered by weeds.

"Where are you going?" Sun Wenqu looked around, "I haven't found such a road here for several years?"

"A little bit ahead is the road we walked before. Isn't it a good way to walk this way?" Fang Chi took his hand, "This side has a small slope, and there is no need to climb any mountains."

"Where are you going?" Sun asked Qu and continued to ask.

"Go..." Fang Chi smiled and turned around, "I have something for you."

"No year or no festival, one of our birthdays passed and the other didn't." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "What did you give?"

"I've wanted to give it away for a long time, but I haven't had time to do it. I've been thinking about it for several years." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu smiled, "I knew you had been thinking about buying a house."

"I can't afford it." Fang Chi said.

"So you didn't build me a house in the mountains, did you?" Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi laughed: "No."

After walking along the path for a while, Sun Wenqu saw the old road leading up the mountain. He drove forward and did not turn on the path up the mountain. Instead, he made another turn and led him around the back of the mountain.

"Is the land in front of your house?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well, it has been left unused and no one has done it." Fang Chi nodded.

"What were you doing there?" Sun asked, looking at him.

"You'll know in a while." Fang Chi said with a smile.

Going forward, the road began to change.

There used to be only the wasteland of Fang Chi's house on this road, so almost no one came over, and the path that was stepped on before was already blurred.

But now, small colored stones began to appear on the road under his feet. They were not thick, but they covered a half-meter-wide path.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak. After walking not far, he saw that the weeds on the side of the road had been trimmed, and even the newly planted flowers with artificial traces could be seen at a glance.

"You..." Sun Wenqu couldn't help opening his mouth, but was interrupted by Fang Chi immediately.

"Don't talk." Fang Chi smiled.

It is very cool in the forest in summer, with a slight wind, and the gravel road under the feet is covered with golden spots, which looks quiet and comfortable.

Walking along this path to the end, Fang Chi stopped: "Here we are."

Sun Wenqu, who had been looking down at the road, only raised his head at this moment. When he glanced over, he was stunned. It took him a long time to ask, "What is this?"

"This is the garden I gave you," Fang Chi walked behind him, put his arms around him, and slowly pushed him forward, "You said before that you want a yard, plant a lot of flowers, and plant bells Lan, you don’t need a flower pot, you can use tires..."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak.

This is a small clearing on the edge of the bamboo forest, surrounded by a small bamboo fence.

Walking in through the small door on the bamboo fence, there is a small garden, with grass planted on the ground, and various tires of various sizes are used to fill the soil with all kinds of small flowers and grasses, and the middle circle is full of flowers. The blooming lily of the valley, gently shaking its head when the wind blows.

There is also a shelf next to it, an iron shelf welded by hand, on which a large tire is hung with a few iron chains.

"Is this... a swing?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well, it's okay to call it a hammock," Fang Chi pulled him over, "Look, you can lie down or sit."

In the middle of the tires, climbing ropes are intertwined to form a net, and a few thick small cushions are thrown, which looks very comfortable.

"You did it?" Sun Wenqu looked at the small garden in front of him that seemed to appear in a dream, and he couldn't recover, "All of this? Is this what you've been doing all this time?"

"It's not all. I asked Xiao Chen's waiters to help bring in the materials. The small tires and those stones were brought in for me. I asked someone from the village to help me weld the frame for the big tires. Yes," Fang Chi said with a smile, "People thought our farm was going to be expanded, but it didn't take too much trouble. I just wanted to make it bigger, but I felt it was too late. I'm afraid the lily of the valley is over..."

Sun Wenqu turned to look at him.

"But it's okay after the flowering period of the lily of the valley is over," Fang Chi pulled him and walked among the tires arranged in various shapes, "I went to the flower and tree market and asked, and they matched them for me. What are these flowers? Yes, I can take turns driving until the end of the year, thank you for this kind of thing..."

"When did you learn to be so romantic?" Sun Wenqu smiled, held his face in his hands, and stared at him seriously, "I didn't realize it before."

"I didn't study, and I didn't want to play romance," Fang Chi said happily, "I just remember the look in your eyes when you said you wanted such a yard, I think you really want such a place... …At first I thought about buying a house with a courtyard, but I had to wait a long time for that, so I thought about getting this one first, and I wanted to put a table and chairs, but only the wrought iron one can be placed in the open air , You said before that it was the ugliest thing, so I didn’t make it, I’ll wait for you to make up your mind.”

Sun Wenqu hugged him, lowered his head and pressed his eyes on his shoulder: "You really..."

"It would be nice if my land was closer to the roadside... But it's also good, it's quiet, and it's not too far from the farm." Fang Chi put his arms around his waist, "You can come here next time you're looking for inspiration Stay here for a while, don't you think the farm is too noisy?"

"En." Sun Wenqu responded.

"Isn't it very touching?" Fang Chi laughed, "I think it's pretty good, and I like it like this."

"Impressed." Sun Wen nodded his head.

"Do you like it?" Fang Chi asked.

"I like it," Sun Wenqu raised his hand and flicked on his forehead, "I like it very much."

"No need to say thank you," Fang Chi rubbed his forehead, "Just grow old with me honestly."

"Aren't you already old for several years now?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, turned around and walked to the big tire, lay down on it, took a cushion and stuffed it under his head, "Son, come here and shake it. "

"Okay." Fang Chi smiled and ran over.

The author has something to say:

Alright, that's it for the episode.

Thank you for watching, hehe.

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