flying dog

Grandpa and grandma made a big table of dishes. Dad said he couldn’t finish it, and wanted to save some to eat hot tomorrow. Grandma refused: “If you can’t finish it, you can’t finish it. Isn’t it the same if you can’t finish it tomorrow?” !"

"That's the leftovers, save it first and then..." Dad was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"There is only left over. My grandson can eat as much as he wants when he comes back for the Chinese New Year. You can talk about it," said grandma. "There will be more left over in two days. Is it called Chinese New Year if there is no food left over for Chinese New Year?"

"Left, left," Fang Chi smiled, and said while eating, "Just left."

"Let's leave it alone," my mother said with a smile, "It wasn't like this in the past year, besides, my parents didn't make it for you, but for the grandson."

"Yes." Grandma said.

Fang Chi hasn’t seen his parents for a long time, he’s a bit embarrassed and doesn’t talk much, if he just eats with his grandparents, he can talk while eating, now that his parents are here, he basically Just listened.

"Is the business in the store okay?" Grandpa asked.

"It's alright," my mother said, "the order that my sister-in-law introduced last time made some money, and I also said that I must thank her when I come back this time."

"Don't be too tired, you always think about making money, and you can't make enough money." Grandma said.

"The money that should be earned still has to be earned. Fang Chi will go to college, and he will need money to get married and buy a house in the future," my mother said, "All these must be saved."

"I have the tuition fee." Fang Chi said while chewing on the drumstick.

"University tuition is so high," grandma clicked twice, "I guess you won't be able to get into any good school, why don't you go to the store to help, save worry, and then find a suitable girl and get married, I'll wait for you I'm going to help you take care of the baby."

"He has his own ideas, let him go." Mom smiled.

"I just think..." Grandma wanted to say something, but Grandpa patted her, and she said dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong!"

"You don't understand. Girlfriends in college have a common language." Grandpa said.

"Spending so much money to find a girlfriend?" Grandma said.

"Only when we get together can we live a good life." Grandpa said seriously.

"Then I have to wait for many years." Grandma sighed.

"He can't get married now even if he doesn't go to college." Dad picked up a chopstick for grandma, "See how far you have gone."

"Then you go to college and find out if there is a suitable one, and then bring it back for grandma to see." Grandma patted Fang Chi's arm.

Fang Chi smiled and said nothing.

"This kid!" Grandma patted him again, "I don't know what I'm thinking when it's critical."

"The fish is delicious." Fang Chi said.

"Let your grandfather do it for you every day!" Grandma said immediately.

After dinner, my parents chatted with my grandparents for a while, and then went back to the new house to rest. Grandpa turned on the TV to watch the news in the house, and grandma sat on the side and crocheted slippers.

Every winter, grandma would make a bunch of woolen slippers and distribute them to everyone, and even made several pairs of children's slippers, and I don't know who to prepare them for.

Fang Chi packed up the dishes and went to wash.

Such conversations during meals have often occurred since he was in junior high school. Since the neighbor’s elder brother who always took him to run all over the mountains when he was a child two years ago and gave birth to a son at the age of 20 after a year of marriage, grandma said more.

Fang Chi can almost understand that his grandma has no education, and his idea is very simple. He just hopes that he can settle down early, get married and have children step by step, and don't want to get rich and rich, just live a peaceful life.

He just laughed when he heard these words before.

Listening to it today, I feel inexplicably a little apprehensive.

After tidying up the kitchen, he squatted in the yard and lit a cigarette.

His hands are a bit cold, and it is estimated that it will snow at night, but the kid has a short-haired soil dog sitting on the ground and leaning against his legs, which is very solid.

After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, I pinched it, it was cold.

"Go, enter the house." Fang Chi rubbed the boy's head.

Seeing him coming in, grandma beckoned: "Come here, let me see if your feet have grown again."

"No," Fang Chi went over and stretched out his feet to compare on the soles made by grandma, "the feet can still grow forever."

"In a while, go up and ask how big the feet of the canal are, and I'll make a pair for him by the way." Grandma said.

"En." Fang Chi responded and went upstairs.

When he reached the second floor, he stopped when he was about to knock on the door of Sun Wenqu's room. After thinking for a while, Fang Chi went back to his room first.

The small flower pots on the windowsill hadn’t been carefully looked at before, but now they leaned over and looked at them for a while. If no one told him that Sun Wenqu made them, he would have thought they were all bought in sets, and The price will not be cheap, it is a special model for literary and artistic youth.

Monkey?

Fang Chi smiled, lowered his head and opened the drawer, flipping through it.

No matter who cleans up the house, this drawer will not be moved. It is his "treasure". He likes to take out all kinds of gadgets he has collected since he was a child.

Fang Chi took out a small bone about three or four centimeters long from a small box, which was his favorite thing when he was a child.

I don’t know what kind of bones they picked up on the mountain, but they are very beautiful and complete. He picked them up and asked the teacher at the school for help. It took several days to clean up and bleach them, and he kept them as treasures.

He took this small bone to the next door and knocked on Sun Wenqu's door.

Sun Wenqu came over and opened the door: "I'm about to go down with the bowl and chopsticks."

"Take it later," Fang Chi said, hesitating for a moment and handing over the small bone in his hand, "Here is this for you."

"What?" Sun Wenqu took it over and looked at it, then was stunned, "Bones?"

"Well," Fang Chi smiled, "I made it when I was a child, and gave it to you to play, but I don't know..."

"Thank you," Sun Wenqu said immediately, and lowered his head to study again, "Has it been polished? Why is it so beautiful?"

"No, it was just like this when I picked it up, and I picked it up because I thought it was beautiful." Fang Chi scratched his head in embarrassment, and turned to look at the notebook on the table.

"I didn't really ask you to give me something, just to tease you," Sun Wenqu smiled, "But this is very interesting, I like it."

"That's good," Fang Chi sniffed, and took the bowls and chopsticks from the table, "I'll take this down."

"Don't," Sun Wenqu stopped him, "I'll wash it myself later, I'm renting a room, not a hotel."

"Oh." Fang Chi put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Sun Wenqu looked at the little bones and didn't speak anymore. He stood in the room and didn't know what to say. Mr. Huang curled up on Sun Wenqu's pillow and meowed sweetly.

Fang Chi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

During this meeting, neither Sun Wenqu nor he mentioned what happened that night again. He didn't know what Sun Wenqu was thinking, but he himself... forgot.

yes forgot.

During this period of time, he was busy with his studies, and in the past two days, he was worried that Sun Wenqu would suddenly disappear like a bolt from the blue... The meeting again was actually at his grandfather's house. They were so happy that they were completely separated. They never thought of such an embarrassing scene before.

Or forcefully not to think about it.

But now, in this small room already scented with coconut milk, Sun Wenqu was standing face to face with him. The key point was that Sun Wenqu was still normal and had no convulsions, which suddenly reminded him of that light touch.

Accompanied by a panic and throbbing across the skin.

Immediately, there was a feeling that I couldn't wait any longer.

"This can be..." Sun Wenqu continued to study the small bones, "There are holes on both sides, and you can hang it around your neck with a rope."

"Stupid, aren't you?" Fang Chi said, "The guy with the bone collar also has one."

"It's silly for you to wear it," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I'm not stupid for wearing it. You're just like a monkey."

"...I'll... read a book first." Fang Chi turned around and planned to go out.

"Hey, I'm giving you something," Sun Wenqu stopped him, "We are in perfect harmony, and I gave you this to hang around your neck."

The word "consonance" made Fang Chi nervous: "Mine is not hanging around the neck, it's just a... bone."

"As for what, I want to emphasize it again." Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, took something from the table and handed it over, "Here, I just made it up when I was out of inspiration. You and Liangzi each have one."

When he heard that Ma Liang had it too, Fang Chi breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to take it.

It is a small double-sided white pottery piece hung by a black leather rope, in the shape of a four-leaf clover, with thin flower veins made on the front, and on the back... there are words on the back.

Very small six characters.

Fang Chi couldn't help laughing after reading the words clearly: "You really can't get better."

"The heavens are spirited, the ground is spirited, isn't it good?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "Bless the underachievers with a smooth college entrance examination."

Fang Chi didn't speak, looking at the pottery in his hand in a daze.

"Okay, let's go and read." Sun Wenqu waved to him, and picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"Oh." Fang Chi came back to his senses and answered, turned around, opened the door and walked out quickly.

"Successful." Sun Wenqu said from behind.

"Ah? Is there?" Fang Chi was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at his legs. Was he already so nervous?

"No," Sun Wenqu brushed past him with a bowl, "Just kidding."

Fang Chi ignored him, and rushed back to his room in two quick steps.

Kind of annoyed.

It's not because Sun Wenqu is so hot and funny.

It was because Sun Wenqu noticed his nervousness and embarrassment.

Very shameless.

No, it's not shameless.

It's panic, it's bewilderment.

It's like sneaking on the side of the road to take a pee, and then a car with its headlights on turned on the body, so it makes people feel at a loss.

Not sure whether to keep peeing or zip up.

Grandpa and grandma went to bed late today. I don't know if it was because the son and grandson were happy that they were back. The two chatted until almost ten o'clock before grandpa went to bed.

Grandma took some freshly made sugar cakes to Fang Chi's house.

"Your grandpa just made it, and it's still warm," said grandma. "Eat it when you're hungry, and take two for the drain."

"Yeah." Fang Chi responded, took a cake and started to nibble.

He wrote the paper all night and didn't finish a single one. He was always distracted, but he didn't know where he was, but it was true that he was hungry when he was distracted.

"Don't just eat it yourself!" Grandma pushed him, "Bring it to someone else."

"En." Fang Chi replied again, still eating the cake.

"Go," Grandma said anxiously, and slapped him on the head again, "Little bastard!"

"Oh, I see." Fang Chi stood up with the cake in one hand and the plate in the other, walked out of the room slowly, and lightly kicked the door of Sun Wenqu's room twice.

"Unlocked." Sun Wenqu responded.

"Hey, I don't have a hand to open the door." Fang Chi said while eating.

Grandma clicked her tongue and reached out to open the door.

In the room, Sun Wenqu was leaning back on the chair with his arms bare, his legs on the table, and a pencil in his mouth. When the door opened, he glanced over here.

Then he jumped up from the chair as if he had been kicked, grabbed the clothes next to him and put it on: "Hey grandma, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I made sugar cakes, you two eat together," grandma said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm tired of watching Fang Chi."

"Really," Sun Wenqu smiled, and glanced at Fang Chi, "I haven't seen it yet."

"Let's take a bath together and watch it." Grandma said.

"That's right." Sun Wenqu leaned back on the chair.

"Grandma," Fang Chi pushed grandma up the stairs with his arm, "Go to bed quickly, and go downstairs slowly."

When Fang Chi entered Sun Wenqu's room, he found that he had already taken off the clothes he was wearing, and continued to sit shirtless on the chair.

"Where's Mr. Huang?" Fang Chi put the plate on the small round table beside Sun Wenqu.

"In the quilt," Sun Wenqu took a cake, "Oh, it's so good, is this made by grandpa?"

"Well, eat it while it's hot. My grandpa's sugar cakes are the best in the world." Fang Chi lifted Sun Wenqu's quilt and saw Mr. Huang who was lying comfortably on the bed, "This heartless..."

Before he finished speaking, he regretted the action of lifting the quilt. When the quilt was lifted, not only the smell of coconut milk came to his face, but also mixed with Sun Wenqu's breath.

"Cat." Fang Chi covered the quilt back, and stood by the bed to collect himself.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu stretched out his foot and tapped his butt with his toe, "Bring me some water, no, some..."

"Oh," Fang Chi immediately turned around and walked out, "Chocolate, right?"

"Is there?" Sun Wenqu asked from behind.

"Yes, I brought it." Fang Chi ran downstairs.

There was no one in the living room, only the boy was sitting there scratching himself, and he was so intoxicated by scratching that he didn't hear Fang Chi coming down, and was still scratching with his back behind his back.

"Is it cool?" Fang Chi went over and kicked it lightly.

The boy was startled, and when he turned his head, he lost his balance and fell directly.

"What a fool." Fang Chi laughed and ran into the kitchen, and the boy followed him in a hurry, spinning him around.

There are not enough materials at home, only chocolate and milk, no crushed peanuts or walnuts, Fang Chi searched the kitchen for a long time, only found a bottle of pepper.

I rummaged through the new year's goods in my grandfather's store again, and found a bag of cashew nuts, which was fine.

Fang Chi put the cashew nuts on the plate, crushed them with a spoon, and sprinkled them into the chocolate.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally finished the pot of chocolate. When he was about to leave the kitchen with the pot, he wondered why the boy didn't wander around under his feet.

As soon as he got out of the kitchen, he looked into the yard, and found that the boy, Sun Wenqu and his dog were sitting in the yard with their heads up. Sun Wenqu was wrapped in a military coat, and he was wearing a Lei Feng cap.

This dress is really beautiful.

"What are you doing?" Fang Chi was a little surprised, "Silly dog ​​looking at the moon."

"Yinhe, I didn't look carefully when I came back," Sun Wenqu pointed to the sky, "I look at it every day, it's so beautiful..."

"I have seen big things since I was a child." Fang Chi walked over with the pot and raised his head, "I could recognize many stars and constellations when I was very young."

"Ready?" Sun asked Qu looking at the pot in his hand.

"Well, let's go inside and eat?" Fang Chi shrank his neck.

"I'll eat here." Sun Wenqu raised his hand, holding a cup in front of him.

Fang Chi sighed and poured him a glass: "Are you enough? If I have enough, I'll eat the rest?"

"Enough." Sun Wenqu said.

The kid was wagging his tail and waiting for something to eat. Fang Chi went into the kitchen and found a small sausage for him to eat.

I thought it was quite cold and didn't want to stay in the yard, plus I was so alone with Sun Wenqu...but he had already walked into the house with the pot, but he just put on a coat, put on a hat and turned around Back to the yard.

Come out for a cigarette.

Fang Chi squatted on the steps, lit a cigarette and drank it.

"You smoke when you're not worrying?" Sun Wenqu took a sip of chocolate, and took a bite out of a sugar cake from his military overcoat.

Fang Chi watched him take a choke on the cigarette, coughed for a while, and the craving for the cigarette was gone. Finally, he pinched the cigarette and pointed at him and said, "Where did you put the cake?"

"Here," Sun Wenqu pulled off his coat, even the pancakes and plates were placed on his lap, "doesn't it keep warm?"

"...Give me one." Fang Chi said.

"Take it yourself," Sun Wenqu ate the cake with one hand and the chocolate with the other, "I can't spare my hand."

"Oh." Fang Chi stood up.

When he walked up to Sun Wenqu, he suddenly realized that the difficulty of "taking it by himself" was a bit high.

He wanted to pull off Sun Wenqu's clothes and pick up a cake from his lap.

"Take it," Sun Wenqu glanced at him and raised his arms, "Hurry up."

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, bent down, and stretched out his hand to tear off Sun Wenqu's military coat. In order to show that he had no other thoughts and was not embarrassed, he did not deliberately keep a distance, and chose a normal posture.

When he was about to take the cake, Sun Wenqu leaned forward slightly, and suddenly sang softly in his ear: "Babyopenyourheart..."

Sun Wenqu's magnetic but not deep voice was pleasant to hear. Fang Chi's hands trembled and almost lifted the plate. After taking a cake, he quickly stepped back and stepped on the kid's foot.

The boy squeaked, and he quickly jumped away.

"Won't you give me a second chance..." Sun Wenqu laughed, halfway through the song he couldn't continue singing.

"Let me tell you, I really don't understand." Fang Chi gritted his teeth at him, squatted back on the steps, took a bite of the pancake, and concentrated on sucking out all the candy.

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu leaned back, "You can guess."

Fang Chi didn't speak any more, just ate silently.

They ate and supper in silence, neither of them said anything more, but what Fang Chi didn't expect was that this kind of silence unexpectedly didn't embarrass him.

"Do you usually exercise early?" Sun Wenqu clapped his hands after eating the cake.

"Well, run." Fang Chi lit another cigarette and drank it, and gave the boy the little piece of cake left in his hand.

"Go for a run with me tomorrow." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi glanced at him.

For Fang Chi, what he said was pretty good. He didn't ask if he could go for a run together tomorrow, nor did he say that he would go for a run together tomorrow, but said "go for a run with me".

This made Fang Chi inexplicably want to agree, a waste like Sun Wenqu, running in the mountains, feels like he might fall and disappear at any time.

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, and asked again, "Are you running every day now?"

"Run, your grandpa got up at 04:30 and led your grandma to practice Baduanjin in the backyard," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I lasted until 05:30 and they couldn't fall asleep after practicing, so they got up and ran .”

"I said, why are you losing weight...how about I tell them?" Fang Chi felt a little sorry, "Practice at another place or at another time."

"No need," Sun Wenqu stretched his waist, "I go to bed early recently, and I can sleep for a while at noon, it doesn't affect me."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded.

"I've lost weight?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "You can see that I've lost only four catties?"

"It feels... thinner." Fang Chi coughed.

Sun Wenqu smiled and entered the room, took his clothes and went to take a shower.

Fang Chi also went back to the house, lying on the bed and forced to read the book for a while, about three lines, and then fell asleep with the book in his arms.

When he got home, he was at ease, maybe knowing that Sun Wenqu was fine also made him feel at ease.

This time he slept deeply.

When someone pushed him in the morning, he said reluctantly: "Don't bother me."

"Oh, I'm going to annoy you," Sun Wenqu's voice came from above him, "Boss Huang scratched him!"

Fang Chi was a little dazed, and he didn't have time to be shocked by the fact that Sun Wenqu entered his room and stood by his bed. He didn't open his eyes until Mr. Huang's paw pressed his forehead several times.

Sun Wenqu was standing beside his bed in a tracksuit. There was a big cartoon bear printed on the tracksuit, and there was another bear on the cuff. He was wearing a woolen hat with a fur ball on his head.

Fang Chi stared at him in bewilderment for a long time: "Is there still such a big size for children's clothes?"