flying dog

The barbecue restaurant in the county town tastes average, but the strength is that it is cheap and affordable, and one meal is worth two.

After dinner, Hu Yuanyuan went back to the hotel, Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang found a small cafe and chatted until nine o'clock, when the cafe closed, they walked back to the hotel slowly.

Sun Wenqu took a shower and lay down on the bed in a daze.

Ma Liang came to him this time not only to play in the countryside, but also to tell him about the set of pots. I still want to partner.

Strictly speaking, Ma Liang's style of doing pottery is more like that passed down by his father. He follows the rules, talks about tradition, and has roots.

But Sun Wenqu made his father dissatisfied, apart from his inexplicable persistence and rebellion in his father's eyes, he was talented but did not follow his father's style.

The piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings that his father forced him to do were not perfectly reflected on Tao.

Too many thoughts, forget the root.

This is what my dad used to say.

Sun Wenqu didn't argue, but he didn't obey either.

What is it, he has a completely different understanding from Dad.

In his view, this thing is basically what you want to put it hypocritically, I like it, I do it, I think it is so beautiful, it is just like that.

This is not a matter of right or wrong, but it just doesn't make sense to Dad.

Dad didn't care much about his thoughts, even if he wanted to say it, he never had such an opportunity.

Ma Liang understood him and appreciated his things. After being expelled from the school, Ma Liang said, together, we can do what you think, and we can face completely different people.

But at that time, Sun Wenqu had no direction, and being Tao was a nightmare for him, and he didn't even want to touch it.

So Ma Liang didn't mention it again for many years. Recently, perhaps because of this set of pots, Ma Liang had such an idea again.

Sun Wenqu did not explicitly refuse as before.

It's just that he didn't agree easily. Although his thoughts on Tao have not changed, if he really does this, once the things he was obsessed with and avoided become his direction, it will not be as simple as an idea.

Sun Wenqu didn't sleep well that night, so it's better to sleep peacefully in the room of Fang Chi's house. When the village is quiet, he can hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, so he can calm his mind.

The county town didn’t have that kind of feeling anymore, it was more noisy and chaotic than the city, trucks drove through the street early in the morning like a war, the shock made the bed tremble.

Sun Wenqu was so shocked that within 5 minutes he woke up as if he hadn't slept.

When I took the phone to check the time, I found that Fang Chi had sent him two voice messages at past two o'clock in the middle of the night yesterday.

Didn't sleep most of the night?

Sun Wenqu frowned, and clicked to listen.

No one spoke in the first article, and if you listen carefully, you can hear a thin snoring sound.

"What the hell?" Sun Wenqu listened to the second item again.

This time someone spoke, and it was Fang Chi's nasal and somewhat confused voice: "Did you hear Mr. Huang's snoring? It's snoring."

Sun Wenqu listened to the music, put down his phone and got out of bed.

This kid is really serious.

Ma Liang and his wife were able to sleep quite well, and they didn't get up until Sun Wenqu finished washing and walked around the street.

"Shopping, went shopping?" Ma Liang entered his room.

"Yeah." Sun asked him and nodded.

"Is anyone on the street, on the street." Ma Liang opened the curtains and looked out.

"No one, just want to breathe the fresh air in the morning," Sun Wenqu smiled, "No, the air in the village is better."

"Go and breathe after eating breakfast." Ma Liang patted him on the shoulder.

The breakfast business in the county town was good, and there were quite a lot of varieties. The three of them ate a lot, and Hu Yuanyuan even brought a cup of hot soy milk to the car.

"This car is like a refrigerator," Sun Wenqu said, "it gets completely cold within 10 minutes."

"Don't always dislike my car," Hu Yuanyuan said, "This is a historical witness."

"Let your family's history witness..." Sun Wenqu was almost biting his tongue when the car bumped halfway through his words, "Let's take a rest."

"Still strong!" Hu Yuanyuan smiled and handed him one of the two warm babies that had been charged.

Ma Liang remembers that the roads are quite strong, so he went back to the village once, and this time he drove the car without going wrong, and the bumps all the way were faster than the shuttle bus.

"Your son, is your son...is he going to pick up the plane?" Ma Liang asked.

"Well, I'm afraid we'll go into the mountains." Sun Wenqu said.

"Really? I still want to be early, early..." The car jolted, Ma Liang didn't finish his sentence, and cursed, "Fuck."

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

"Tell him to come out, come out, hurry up, it's here." Ma Liang said.

Fang Chi stood on the rooftop, lit a cigarette and drank it.

My second uncle and my aunt are going back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. They are sorting things out right now, and my grandparents have prepared a lot of local specialties for me to take with me.

Fang Hui lay on the bed in his room and called his classmates, complaining that there was nothing fun in the countryside, and incidentally expressed some illusory opinions about rural construction.

In fact, Fang Chi was very irritable, so he rolled on Fang Hui's bed wearing the coat that he had been hanging out for a day yesterday, and he would have to go in and beat Fang Hui up at ordinary times.

But I'm not in the mood today.

Every year, the beginning of the Chinese New Year is very lively, but after the excitement, it is suddenly empty.

After everyone left, grandpa and grandma returned to the days when the two of them guarded the house with the boy. Although they couldn't see anything unhappy about them, Fang Chi felt very distressed.

The phone was ringing, and Fang Chi ran down the stairs while taking out his phone. When he picked up the phone, he was already out of the backyard.

"We have arrived at the intersection, where there is a big chicken farm," Sun Wenqu said on the phone, "It takes about 10 minutes to reach the road in your village."

"Well, I'm going out now." Fang Chi hung up the phone and whistled loudly.

A few seconds later the kid rushed out from the backyard, yelling and followed him.

Fang Chi ran out with the kid all the way, and looked at the intersection. Before the car arrived, he picked up a stone from the side of the road and threw it far away.

The kid yelled and ran over and took the stone back.

He took the stone and threw it out, and the kid shouted happily and ran out to pick it up.

In the past, when he was waiting for someone, if he took the boy with him, this game was the best way for them to pass the time.

After throwing stones for a while, a car drove over from the other side of the road.

It was Ma Liang's broken bread car, the one whose door was closed and had to be kicked to open.

Fang Chi whistled, and the kid ran back to his lap and stood down.

The car stopped in front of him, the passenger window was lowered, and a pretty woman smiled at him: "Fang Chi? Hello."

"Hello." Fang Chi estimated that this was Ma Liang's daughter-in-law, but he didn't expect that she would be the first to greet her, and he didn't know how to address her.

"My name is Hu Yuanyuan, and I'm your aunt." Hu Yuanyuan stretched out her hand from the window.

"... Oh." Fang Chi shook hands with her, as expected of Ma Liang's daughter-in-law.

The back door of the car opened, and Sun Wenqu jumped out: "I'm freezing to death with this broken car."

This voice made Fang Chi feel at ease. I didn't think Sun Wenqu's voice was nice before, but I thought that this person always spoke with a bit of laziness. Of course, except when he was scolding himself, but now he heard it suddenly, But suddenly found that Sun Wenqu's voice sounded very comfortable.

"Are you going in?" Hu Yuanyuan asked.

"Well," Sun Wenqu patted on the car door, "Go in first."

"Okay." Ma Liang smiled and nodded.

Seeing Ma Liang turning into the small road back to the village with ease in his car, Fang Chi opened his mouth and said nothing, feeling very embarrassed, this kind of "picking up people" is too... what the hell.

"The boy is so good." Sun Wenqu grabbed the head of the boy wagging his tail and rubbed it.

"His car doesn't have heating." Fang Chi looked at him, and it took him a long time to say anything.

"It broke when I went to the mountain three years ago, and I haven't repaired it yet." Sun Wenqu rubbed his hands and jumped on the spot. "My gloves are so cold."

"Mine..." Fang Chi took off his gloves, hesitated and handed them to him, "Mine are warm."

Sun Wenqu smiled and looked at him without speaking or taking up his gloves.

Fang Chi glanced at him, then retracted his hand.

Sun Wenqu grabbed the glove and put it on his hand: "You are quite good at taking care of people."

"Ah." Fang Chi responded, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Let's go." Sun Wenqu patted him on the arm.

The path back to the village was not too long, but both of them walked very slowly, as if taking a walk. Sun Wenqu covered half of his face with his scarf, only his eyes were exposed, and he stopped crying.

"Is the county town fun?" Fang Chi asked.

"What do you think?" Sun Wenqu smiled, "You have been there for several years."

"It's not interesting, not as fun as in the village." Fang Chi also smiled.

"Was visiting relatives fun yesterday?" Sun Wenqu turned his head to look at him.

"That's it, I'm going to my second grandpa's house, that's..." Fang Chi rubbed his nose, "It's Fang Ying's grandpa."

"Meet Fang Ying?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well," Fang Chi frowned thinking about it, "Grandma said like a treasure that there is a canal in my house, the couplets are well written or something, she knows you are in my house."

"I know, I know," Sun Wenqu jumped up and down with a smile, "It's okay."

"I'm afraid that she may come over in the next two days. She has a good relationship with my grandparents." Fang Chi was a little worried, "If you don't want to see her..."

"Don't worry, she doesn't dare to come," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "If I didn't take care of you, just like her, I would have found someone to deal with her."

"How...clean up?" Fang Chi asked.

"Guess? How can a dandy like me deal with a liar who comes to your door?" Sun Wenqu laughed, "You have behaved well, why don't you clean it up together...it means I have something wrong today. Is it right to eat sesame paste?"

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, and it took him a while to realize that Sun Wenqu had changed the subject, "Oh, yes."

"Is it delicious?" Sun asked Qu, "Can I add some milk?"

"Yes." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu didn't speak anymore, Fang Chi didn't make a sound, the surroundings were quite quiet, and there were no firecrackers at the moment, but they and the boy's footsteps and breathing could be heard.

"In your room..." Fang Chi walked with his head down, "Is that box an erhu?"

"Which box?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"It's just the long wooden box that looks like the packaging box of martial arts secrets." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu laughed as soon as he heard it, and couldn't stop for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu nodded, "Li Bowen gave it to me."

"He gave it to you," Fang Chi frowned, "Do you still take what he gave you? You don't mind responding."

"The violin is a good one. Uncle Li probably picked it." Sun Wenqu rubbed his face with a smile, "It's a pity to throw it away. I might carry it to Li Bowen's house when I feel better."

"Nervous," Fang Chi sighed. In fact, many times he was not able to figure out Sun Wenqu's true thoughts. Even if he knew that there was another face under his neurotic appearance, he still couldn't figure it out. "You You said play the violin for me, is this the one you use?"

"Well, I'll let you listen to Haoqin's voice." Sun Wenqu nodded.

When they reached the entrance of the village, Ma Liang had already parked the car, and they carried a lot of things with Hu Yuanyuan.

Fang Chi was stunned when he saw it: "Why is this?"

"Happy New Year." Ma Liang said.

"It's too much," Fang Chi looked at, all kinds of food and wine, and several large boxes of nutritional products for the elderly. Grandparents have never eaten such high-end nutritional products in their life. "Can you open a store?" Alright."

"Let's go." Ma Liang said with a smile.

Everyone in the family likes to be lively. Ma Liang and his wife were warmly welcomed when they entered the house. The grandparents immediately started to cook and cook, and they also sighed that Fang Chi's friends are all "adults".

Although Ma Liang stuttered, he could speak better than Sun Wenqu. Sun Wenqu often just sat and listened in silence. Ma Liang soon chatted with his second uncle and Hu Yuanyuan, and the family became very lively.

Mom called Fang Chi to the yard: "Are these all your friends?"

"Yeah." Fang Chi nodded.

"Where did you meet so many people?" Mom looked a little worried, "Sun Wenqu looked like a young man, and this Ma Liang was generous, what did he do?"

"Being pottery," Fang Chi said, "Sun Wenqu's father seems to be quite good."

"Tao?" My mother didn't know much about this, and she couldn't ask anything else, so she just added, "These people are not the same as ordinary people. You should be careful when you make friends with these people."

"... Oh." Fang Chi nodded.

Today's lunch was quite hearty, and dinner was more hearty in the past, but because Ma Liang and his wife had to go back to the county town at night, the grandparents put all their specialty dishes at the noon meal.

As usual, Fang Chi buried his head in eating, and Sun Wenqu didn't talk much, but Ma Liang and his second uncle and dad had a good time drinking.

Fang Chi was a little dazed by his mother's words.

Not all the way.

Fang Chi felt that this was not accurate, but Sun Wenqu's strong aura and completely different state when he was serious about being Tao could clearly feel the sense of distance brought to him.

He turned his head and glanced at Sun Wenqu. Sun Wenqu was gnawing on a chicken leg, and turned his head to meet his gaze.

"Is it delicious?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well," Sun Wenqu responded, "Your grandma said that your children don't eat chicken legs."

"Anyway, I don't like to eat, I like to eat chicken wings." Fang Chi said.

"Then you eat," Sun Wen looked at him, "You seem to have lost your appetite today."

"No." Fang Chi smiled, bowed his head and took two mouthfuls of food.

After dinner, everyone was playing mahjong again. Hu Yuanyuan went to the kitchen to ask her grandfather the secret recipe for making braised pork. Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang went upstairs, presumably to talk about something.

Fang Chi was not in the mood to play mahjong, so he sat on the sofa and looked at the kid playing with his shadow in the yard.

About half an hour later, Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang came down again.

"I'm going out with Liangzi," Sun Wenqu walked up to him and said something, then reached out and pinched the hair on the top of his head and rubbed it, "Are you going together?"

"No," Fang Chi shook his head. He could see that Ma Liang and Sun Wenqu had serious business, and he didn't want to follow. "Don't go far, don't take the path, or be caught by wolves."

"...Understood." Sun Wenqu took a toffee from his pocket and put it in his hand, then turned around and went out with Ma Liang.

"Are you two, are you, what are you doing?" Ma Liang followed Sun Wenqu along the road to the mountain behind the village for a walk, and asked while lighting a cigarette.

"Huh?" Sun asked Qu and turned his head.

"The child's condition is wrong, it's not right." Ma Liang took a puff of smoke.

"The mouth is not sharp, but the eyes are quite flexible." Sun Wenqu said.

"Going to bed?" Ma Liang asked, and before Sun Wenqu could speak, he shook his head again, "It's not like that."

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

"Anyway, there is, something is wrong." Ma Liang stared at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"What do you see on my face?" Sun Wenqu turned to face him.

"No," Ma Liang said, "you're old in this respect, old fox."

"Fart," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, took two steps and said again, "I can't say, I'm not sure what he's thinking."

"Then do you have any thoughts?" Ma Liang asked sensitively.

"Not to mention," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm not a child anymore."

"Don't play anymore?" Ma Liang looked at him, "Can't play, start?"

"Will you talk again!" Sun Wenqu was amused, "Is there anyone who chats like this?"

"I think Fang Chicheng, be more mature," Ma Liang stretched his waist, "You will have thoughts, thoughts, and you used to say no to... touching children. After holding back for three or three years, maybe you will think about it and let it go."

"What is it about being mature?" Sun Wenqu took a toffee from his pocket and put it in his mouth. "No matter how mature you are, you are still a child emotionally. When you suddenly open the door to a new world, alas, once your hormones erupt, everything is right. After two days of recovering, it will be gone."

"Talking about you... about yourself." Ma Liang raised his head and puffed on the sky.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, even if he was his former self, it was still experience.

The two walked around for a while, and Ma Liang turned the topic back to the business. Sun Wenqu is not willing to partner now, but apart from the set of pots, Ma Liang also wants him to do other designs, not a partnership, but a temporary help , he agreed.

But when Ma Liang suddenly asked about Fang Chi, his thinking was a little disturbed, and it took him a while to gather his composure.

There is something, yes.

Did something, did it.

But Fang Chi's character is a little hard to tell, he is too cautious, you can see that he is embarrassed, embarrassed, or upset, but you can't tell what he is thinking, what he wants, or what he is resisting.

And his current state is not in the mood to think about it a little bit.

Besides, Fang Chi is about to take the college entrance examination.

Turning around along the road that Fang Chi took him for a run that day, Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang returned to Fang Chi's house.

The kid was scratching his head at the gate of the yard, and Sun Wenqu went over and flicked his ear. The kid who was addicted to tickling was startled, and after bouncing away for a few steps, he came back wagging his tail again.

Hu Yuanyuan was still in the kitchen. It seemed that she had learned well from her grandfather, and Ma Liang also entered the kitchen to join in the fun.

Sun Wenqu glanced at the living room, there were two mahjong tables, but Fang Chi was not seen.

When I went upstairs, I could hear Fang Hui on the phone in Fang Chi's room. His tone was quite surging. Sun Wenqu pushed the door open and entered his room.

Fang Chi was lying on the table, doing his homework with earphones on.

Sun Wenqu walked behind him and looked at it, he was quite serious, the draft paper was full.

"Hey." Sun Wenqu patted him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Fang Chi turned his head and pulled off the earphones, "Are you back?"

"It's cold after turning around," Sun Wenqu passed Mr. Huang's hand, "Ma Liang will return to the county in a while."

"Is the matter over?" Fang Chi asked.

"It's about the same. In fact, you can also talk on the phone. It's just me calling him. It takes a lot of effort. When talking face-to-face, I can almost understand the meaning without him finishing a sentence." Sun Wenqu smiled, "You do the question."

"Oh," Fang Chi turned back and continued writing, "When is he leaving? You have to send him out."

"Don't worry about it, review yours," Sun Wenqu put a candy on his paper, "Liangzi is not someone else, so don't be so polite."

Fang Chi put on the earphones again, and continued to work on the questions.

For the first time in such a long time, he was in such a state of devotion to the review, as if he had taken the wrong rat poison, and his heart was quite quiet, just writing page after page.

It wasn't until Sun Wenqu took off the headphones on his head that he suddenly raised his head.

"What time is it?" He was shocked by the darkness outside the window.

"It's past eight o'clock, and the focus interview is over." Sun Wenqu said.

"Hey?" Fang Chi was stunned, "I haven't eaten yet! Have you eaten yet?"

"After eating, I will sit behind you and eat." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Why didn't you ask me to eat?" Fang Chi rubbed his stomach, "I'm hungry..."

"It's so rare to see you reviewing a little bit, I've known you for a long time, and this happened once," Sun Wenqu said, "May I help you keep it up, grandma left you a lot of food. "

"I want to eat noodles. I'll cook some noodles to eat." Fang Chi felt his back ache when he stood up, and he stood still for a long time. "Oh, my waist is about to break."

"Give me some sesame paste before breaking it." Sun Wenqu stretched out his hand and pressed his waist, "Is it going to be broken here?"

Fang Chi didn't speak, his back straightened and froze.

"Shall I hit you twice?" Sun Wenqu took a book and tapped it on his waist with the spine of the book.

Fang Chi grabbed his wrist with his backhand and turned his head.

"Huh?" Sun asked, looking at him.

"I..." Fang Chi let go of his hand, "Go cook noodles, you want milk sesame paste, right?"

"Yes, more milk and more sugar." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"Yeah." Fang Chi walked out of the room.

Sun Wenqu heard the sound of his footsteps, before he took two steps, there was a crackling sound on the stairs. It sounded like the New Year's goods at the corner of the stairs fell to the ground, and then something thumped from the stairs. The sound of rolling up and down.

"Oh my god, Fang Chi, are you okay!" Fang Yun's voice came from downstairs, "Why did you get off?"

Sun Wenqu froze for a moment, then hurried out of the room.

The stairs were full of scattered New Year's goods. Fang Chi just stood up from the bottom of the stairs, patted his pants, looked up and glanced up, and clicked again: "It's empty, it's okay."

Then he turned around and walked into the yard, saying, "A horse stumbles, a dog stumbles..."

Sun Wenqu went back to the house and laughed for a long time.