flying dog

"I figured you'd be home by now," Grandpa stood at the gate with a smile, "Slow down, I dragged a wheel on the box last time."

"I'm starving," Fang Chi entered the yard, threw the box on the ground, and put the cat bag on the table in the yard, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes, yes," grandma came out of the house, "The starved ghost is reincarnated, I'll get it for you."

Usually, Fang Chi would find time to come back during holidays, but that didn’t excite him when he came back during the Chinese New Year. The smell of firecrackers as soon as he entered the village accompanied by the joy of the Chinese New Year was particularly pleasant.

There were red firecracker crumbs inside and outside the yard. He kicked a few times and raised a burst of crumbs. After being scolded by his grandma, he happily carried the box into the house.

Mom and Dad were shopping for New Year's goods in the house, and there were several large plates of firecrackers piled up by the wall. Seeing him coming in, Mom smiled and said, "I'm back, I've heard the kid shouting all the way from afar."

"It went to the station to pick me up." Fang Chi said with a smile.

"Take the things to the house first, it's a mess here, and it hasn't been cleaned up yet," Dad patted him on the shoulder, "Your house and your grandma have already cleaned it up for you."

"Well," Fang Chi walked upstairs with the box, then turned his head and shouted into the yard, "Don't open that bag on the table! There's a cat in it!"

"Why did you bring a cat back?" Mom frowned, "Isn't the house messy enough?"

"I picked it up before, and I brought it back when no one took care of it when I came back," Fang Chi said, "It doesn't run around, I brought a leash."

"I still picked up a cat..." My mother was still talking downstairs.

Fang Chi didn't hear clearly, he had already run upstairs and threw the box into his room.

When he was about to turn around and come out, he stopped again, and turned his head to look at the row of small flower pots on the window sill. There were none before. Grandparents are old and have no time to serve the flowers and plants.

So energetic all of a sudden?

Fang Chi smiled and walked out of the room.

Grandparents live on the first floor, and there are three rooms on the second floor. Except for the one he lives in, the other two rooms are full of sundries, and the other room is where my parents used to live. Later, another room was built and it was empty. When I came out, I never cleaned it up, and it was all dusty.

When Fang Chi walked out of this room, he felt that there was something different, and when he reached the stairs, he stepped back and took a look, and this time he saw the difference.

The padlock on the door was removed and replaced with a door lock with a handle, which was still rich gold, in stark contrast to the old wooden door.

What's wrong with grandparents?

Or did Mom and Dad make it?

He stretched out his hand and twisted the doorknob. The door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as he twisted it.

When he looked inside, he was stunned.

The room has been tidied up and the windows are bright and clean. There are also small flowerpots planted with flowers and plants on the window sills. Gray curtains with dark patterns are hung on the originally empty windows.

It turned out that there was nothing but dust in the room, and there were a lot of things in it, a bed, a desk, a chair that looked like it was going to sleep, a laptop on the desk, and a pedestal in the corner of the room. A big one that looks like a safe.

Standing at the door, Fang Chi couldn't come back to his senses. What's going on?

It wasn't until he saw a small table next to it and the mud sticking to it that he had some unbelievable guesses.

That is a turntable for pottery.

Sun asked him?

With this unbelievable question, Fang Chi rushed into the yard and yelled at his grandfather: "What happened to the room upstairs? Who lives there?"

"Ah?" Grandpa was bending over to tease Mr. Huang through the gauze net. He was taken aback by his roar, and he turned his head in a daze before laughing, "Sun Shuiqu, you don't know that he rented our house that house?"

"What?" Fang Chi's voice was out of tune, even broken.

"He said he told you." Grandpa was a little confused by his voice, "He's been living here for a month, don't you know?"

"I..." Fang Chi felt that he was completely fooled, "I don't know."

"It seems to be looking for some inspiration, but I don't know what to do. I made a lot of flower pots and planted flowers as soon as I came here." Grandpa said with a smile, "I also changed all the wires in the house, saying that I was afraid they would not be able to carry them. What kind of machine is he..."

"What about others?" Fang Chi finally remembered to ask.

"I don't know, he's wandering around the mountains," said Grandpa, "every day at this time he..."

Before Grandpa could finish speaking, Fang Chi turned around and ran out of the yard.

"Do you want to eat anymore, little bastard!" Grandma shouted from behind.

Fang Chi ran along the road leading to the mountain at the back of the village, and the boy followed him vigorously with the wind.

Sun Wenqu's phone suddenly stopped working.

Sun Wenqu's house was suddenly up for sale.

Sun Wenqu suddenly disappeared.

Sun Wenqu suddenly lived in his grandfather's house!

How is this going!

Crazy? A neuropathy!

This is not something that can be cured by taking medicine!

There is no one on the side of the mountain, but the mountain here is very gentle, and the path into the mountain is also easy to walk. The hiking aunts all walk from here, and Sun Wenqu, who is not working hard, can also walk along this road. up.

Fang Chi ran into the mountain along the road.

As soon as this road enters the mountain, there is a stream. There is less water in this season, but the mountain spring water is not frozen, and it is quite beautiful. Fang Chi felt that Sun Wenqu would like it there, so he ran along the road directly to the stream .

Sure enough, there was a heavily wrapped man squatting by the stream that had run out of water.

"Sun Wenqu!" Fang Chi stood still and roared.

The boy followed suit and yelled twice.

This movement probably frightened the man, he first jumped forward, put his hands into the water, then jumped up, frowning, shaking his hands and stomping his feet: "Why do you call your father?"

It was Sun Wenqu.

Thin, with a tired face.

But the smile on the corner of the mouth and the lack of twitching words are still original and unaffected.

"You..." Fang Chi stared at him, a lot of words were scrambling to get out of his throat, no one would let anyone, but he didn't say a word.

"Long time no see," Sun Wenqu walked up to him and opened his arms, "We'll meet again after a long time for a hug?"

Fang Chi couldn't express his mood at this moment, but looked at Sun Wenqu's smile in a daze, and after a pause for two seconds, he went over and hugged Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu retracted his arms and hugged him tightly, patted him on the back twice, and whispered in his ear, "Are you looking for me?"

The voice seemed to poke a wire on Fang Chi's neck, half of his body was numb, and he suddenly woke up. He took a step back and pushed Sun Wenqu away: "Are you mentally ill! Are you really Crazy! Go get it treated, I beg you!"

Sun Wenqu looked at him amused, and couldn't stop laughing against the tree next to him, and it took him a long time to say: "I won't go."

Fang Chi stared at him, slowly calming his mind from the shock.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, "Why did you sell your house?"

"It wasn't my house in the first place," Sun Wenqu smiled, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly along the path, the frozen and brittle leaves under his feet creaked softly, "My eldest sister's house, If people want to sell it, they will sell it.”

"Then where do you live?" Fang Chi followed.

"You are next door." Sun Wenqu said.

"No," Fang Chi took two quick steps to stand side by side with him, turning his head to look at him, "What happened before you came to my house?"

"My eldest sister's house," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I've moved here since I moved out."

"You..." Fang Chi couldn't understand what this man was thinking, "What about you in the future?"

"Let's talk about it later," Sun Wenqu looked down at the road, "I have to stay here for a few more months, I'll think about it after I'm done."

"What are you doing here?" Fang Chi asked, "Do you make pottery? I see there are tools in the house."

"Well," Sun Wenqu turned his head, "Let me tell you first, don't peek, your grandparents never look at it."

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment: "Oh, I don't see anything, can I still learn from it?"

"It's not that," Sun Wenqu frowned, "I just... don't like people watching me do things, and I don't like people watching me when I do anything. I go to the bathroom, take a bath, sleep, change clothes, write calligraphy, paint and paint pottery."

"Are these the same thing..." Fang Chi was a little speechless, "Don't worry, I won't read it."

He remembered the first time he saw Sun Wenqu writing, before he even looked at it, Sun Wenqu rolled up the paper and threw it away, probably because he didn't like people reading it.

What a quirk.

"Did you change your number?" Fang Chi thought of this and asked again.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu responded, "I'm tired."

"Oh," Fang Chi said, "I gave Ma Liang the money, and he gave me the IOU."

"I thought you weren't up yet." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"It's [-] short, I made it up myself," Fang Chi tugged at his collar, "Give it to me after Fang Ying."

"I didn't rush you either." Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

"It's not a question of whether to remind or not," Fang Chi kicked a small stone on the ground, "It's not safe to owe such a large sum of money, and I can rest assured that I will go to bed early."

"Afraid that I will torment you?" Sun Wenqu curled his lips.

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment: "That's not what I meant..."

"Then I continue to toss?" Sun Wenqu immediately said, with a smile in his eyes.

"Go and treat the neuropathy." Fang Chi looked at him very sincerely.

After walking along the path for a while, my father called and said that grandma urged him to go back to eat, fearing that his grandson would be hungry.

"Are you going back?" Fang Chi hung up the phone and prepared to go back.

"Well, I'm hungry too, your grandpa's grilled fish is really delicious..." Sun Wenqu rubbed his belly, "It's said that there are delicious dishes for Chinese New Year..."

"Aren't you going home for Chinese New Year?" Fang Chi turned his head abruptly.

"No." Sun Wenqu said.

"Not going home?" Fang Chi asked again in surprise, "Celebrating the New Year here? Are you celebrating the New Year here? At my house?"

"Yeah, yeah, what's the matter," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "I'm going to live here until the beginning of spring, and you'll be envious of you dropping out of school."

"No, you won't go home to celebrate the New Year with your family?" Fang Chi was still shocked.

Sun Wenqu stopped abruptly, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, leaned in front of him and said slowly, word by word: "Yes, I won't go home. I haven't been home for many years to celebrate the New Year. For me, it’s just eating, so don’t ask, okay?”

"Okay." Fang Chi said, clapping his hands away.

Sun Wenqu probably just poked his hand into the water, and his fingertips were cold.

The two of them walked back home, and as soon as they reached the gate of the yard, they heard grandma's voice, shouting loudly: "He said don't open it! He said don't open it, don't open it, you have to open it! Your hand is so weak." Woolen cloth!"

"Open what?" Sun asked Qu in a daze.

"Boss Huang!" Fang Chi became anxious as soon as he heard it, and ran into the yard, "What's wrong?"

"Your yellow cat ran away!" Grandma pointed to the empty cat bag, "I said don't open it, don't open it, your mother insists on seeing if it's dirty... How dirty is the thing he keeps and holds every day? ah!"

"You just take care of it, get used to it, there are so many bacteria on the cat," my mother was also a little unhappy, "I just opened a crack, and who knows, it will run away."

Fang Chi turned his head and looked at his mother. He didn't know what to say, so he could only ask, "Where did you run to?"

"It ran up the woodpile and along the wall," my mother sighed, "forget it, let's see if I can come back by myself, I think it's just an ordinary local cat?"

"Well, it's a local cat." Fang Chi responded, then turned and walked out of the yard.

"Boss Huang ran away?" Sun Wenqu trotted along behind him.

"Well," Fang Chi glanced back at him, this was the first time he saw Sun Wenqu run away, he felt amazing, "You still run?"

"It's funny," Sun Wenqu also looked at him, and then jumped up, "I can still jump up, do you want to kneel down and worship me?"

"I don't know where I went." Fang Chi didn't care about being poor with him, and his attention quickly returned to the fact that Mr. Huang ran away.

This double-faced good cat, who is sometimes a sissy and sometimes a president, suffered a lot of shocks today. First, she was put into a cat bag, then noisily squeezed into the minibus, and then was yelled at by the boy, and was followed by grandparents, mothers, and fathers. visit……

I don't know if I can find it after this run.

"It's me." Sun Wenqu said.

"Huh?" Fang Chi stopped.

"Follow me, I'll look for it." After speaking, Sun Wenqu raised his head and walked along the base of the wall. After walking a few steps, he turned a corner and turned into an alley.

"Do you know where it went?" Fang Chi followed him.

"Nonsense running along the wall, it's so small and nervous, it's impossible to get off the wall and then go up the wall again." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, and walked to the front quickly, "This IQ is still in the college entrance examination."

Just as Fang Chi was about to speak, he suddenly heard a cat meowing in front of him, and he suddenly raised his head: "Did you hear that! Is it Mr. Huang's meowing!"

"Understood," Sun Wenqu turned around and sighed, "I called you."

After finishing speaking, Sun Wenqu meowed at him again: "Did you hear that?"

Fang Chi opened his mouth and said nothing. Sun Wenqu was the one he learned most like meowing in middle school in his 18 years of life. He couldn't believe it when he saw it with his own eyes.

Sun Wenqu turned around and continued meowing forward. When he was about to reach the end, another meow came from within his meowing.

"Is it Mr. Huang!" Fang Chi asked with a suppressed voice. To be honest, after listening to Sun Wenqu's meowing, and hearing this meowing again, I feel that this cat is not as cat-like as Sun Wenqu's.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu pointed to the front. Under the eaves of the kitchen in the backyard, there was a small yellow flower tail. "It's Mr. Huang."

"Boss Huang is scared," Fang Chi followed Sun Wenqu, "How do you get it off?"

"It's all about me, I'll come." Sun Wenqu walked over, took a few bricks from the wall next to him, put them under Mr. Huang's tail and stood up.

Fang Chi didn't dare to approach, afraid that Boss Huang would run away after seeing him.

Sun Wenqu was a snake in this life, and maybe a cat in his previous life.

He just meowed twice, and Mr. Huang responded to him, and in the next few minutes, the two of them, one person and one cat, just meowed and meowed, and Mr. Huang moved slowly from under the eaves. out.

When Sun Wenqu meowed and stretched out his hand, Mr. Huang slapped him on the hand.

"Okay." Sun Wenqu carried Boss Huang off the fence with a quick sweep of his hand, and then stuffed it into his coat.

Fang Chi couldn't care less about being jealous, and heaved a sigh of relief: "You are really awesome, you must have been Elvis Presley in your previous life."

"Why didn't you find a pet store to keep it? It's so troublesome to bring it back, and it doesn't look like a dog," Sun Wenqu said, "Your mother doesn't like cats yet."

"My mother doesn't like any small animals, she says shedding hair and being dirty," Fang Chi smiled, "It's okay, I'll put them in my room."

"Leave me alone," Sun Wenqu hugged the cat and did not let go, "I will warm the quilt."

"Does your room have heating?" Fang Chi suddenly became a little nervous. The room has been unoccupied, and he doesn't know if the radiator is still working.

"Yes, but I'm delicate." Sun Wenqu said.

"... Oh," Fang Chi was quite speechless, "I can see it."

When I got home, grandpa was already busy with dinner, and grandma was still scolding my mother.

"I found it," Fang Chi pointed at Sun Wenqu, "Elvis made a move, and came back after two meows."

"The cat in the drain?" Grandma asked.

"My cat!" Fang Chi was a little depressed.

"Does your cat listen to him?" Grandma asked again.

"Hey! Yes, yes," Fang Chi shouted depressingly, and walked into the kitchen, "I scratch my cat when I see it, and lick it when I see him! IQ is a bit low!"

Sun Wenqu laughed in the yard for a long time before going upstairs with Mr. Huang in his arms.

He went upstairs and didn't come down again. Fang Chi chatted with the whole family one by one, and when it was time for dinner, he didn't see Sun Wenqu.

"I'll call him." Fang Chi was about to go upstairs.

"Hey, no need," grandma stopped him, "I've been eating at home by myself, saying I was looking for inspiration, and I haven't come down to eat for a month."

"Oh." Fang Chi was a little puzzled. Sun Wenqu had a good meal at his house before, why is he hiding in the house now?

"I'll give him a separate serving, and he'll come and eat it by himself later," the grandma said in a low voice, "Oh, is this kid really the young master of some landlord's family? It's been half a year for us for one month's food expenses." , I told him to just say what he wants to eat, but the menu he opened is what we usually have at home."

"Then give him a little back." Fang Chi was taken aback, this man is really chic.

"Say back, don't," grandma clicked her tongue twice, "Your grandfather said that you can quietly stuff it in his bag when he leaves."

"Where's the food?" Fang Chi hesitated, "Why don't I bring it to him."

"Kitchen, you go and get it." Grandma said.

Fang Chi went upstairs with two dishes, one soup and a small pot of rice, and kicked the door: "Hey."

"What is it?" Sun Wenqu said inside, "ask Dad to open the door."

"My dad is downstairs." Fang Chi said.

"Yo," Sun Wenqu opened the door, "forgot."

"You want to eat inside?" Fang Chi took the food into the room and put it on the table.

"Well," Sun Wenqu responded, "I've been eating indoors for a while."

"Why? How comfortable it is for everyone to eat and chat together." Fang Chi looked at him.

"No, I'm not in a good mood," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I'm in a bad mood and easily lose my nerves, and having a convulsion affects other people's appetites."

"Then... okay," Fang Chi looked at the window sill when he wanted to go downstairs, "Did you do this?"

"Well, two groups." Sun Wenqu sat on a chair and stared at the turntable.

"Two groups?" Fang Chi didn't understand.

"Two groups of works, works," Sun Wenqu was still staring at the turntable, "My group is called Shuai Shuai because I am handsome, and your group is called Monkeys."

"...Why are there only monkeys in my group?" Fang Chi said.

"Because I haven't figured out what is so awesome about rock climbing other than monkeys," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "Big sheep?"

"Just a monkey," Fang Chi sighed, "Eat slowly, I'm going downstairs."

"Come up to me after eating," Sun Wenqu said.

"Well, what's the matter?" Fang Chi asked.

"I have something for you." Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

"Send it again?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"Hey, if you're embarrassed, give me some too." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"... Got it." Fang Chi closed the door and went out.