flying dog

Fang Chi really didn't expect to meet Li Bowen here. It was quite late in such a cold day. If he hadn't met Li Bowen, he would have wanted to start smoking. He really thought that this person was quite dedicated.

Want to beat Li Bowen.

want to smoke him.

step on his face.

Tie him to a stone and throw him into the river.

"Fang Chi?" The emergency light in Li Bowen's hand turned on and shone towards him, stealing the light from the flashlight on Fang Chi's face, "Are you crazy!"

"Ask yourself," Fang Chi turned off the flashlight, put his hands in his pockets, and narrowed his eyes against the light of the emergency light, "I'll count to three and you still hold this thing in my face, I will Let you go for a winter swim."

Li Bowen hesitated for a moment. When Fang Chi counted out "one", he pressed down the head of the emergency light and shone it on the boy's face.

The kid yelled at him twice.

"Two." Fang Chi counted.

"Are you a dog?" Li Bowen turned the lamp to the side again.

"Yes." Fang Chi said.

Li Bowen didn't say a word, he stood by the car and looked at him.

Fang Chi walked to the yard behind him. This area was previously surrounded by random branches and slats. The site is not small, but the houses are very old and no one lives there.

A simple house was built in the yard, which seemed to be temporarily used as a warehouse, and a lot of things were placed in it.

Li Bowen really wants to engage in farmhouse entertainment, and the scale is not small.

"Are you back from vacation?" Li Bowen followed.

"No," Fang Chi looked at the building materials piled up in the yard, "I've been in the city."

"Huh? Didn't go to school?" Li Bowen was a little surprised.

"Yeah," Fang Chi turned his head and stared at him, "It's gay every day."

The embarrassment on Li Bowen's face flashed: "Then it was really you that I saw that day?"

"Well," Fang Chi smiled, and leaned in front of him, "I didn't expect that Brother Li is also a comrade-in-arms."

"What..." Li Bowen was stunned.

Before he finished speaking, the smile on Fang Chi's face disappeared, and he pointed his finger at the tip of his nose: "Let me tell you Li Bowen, don't think I don't know how much you care about Sun Wenqu!"

Li Bowen's eyes widened: "What are you talking about..."

"They're all men," Fang Chi stared at him coldly, "I won't stop you from chasing him, it's up to you..."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Li Bowen interrupted him and roared, "I'm not interested in Sun Wenqu! I'm not gay!"

"Really?" Fang Chi smiled, looked at him again, turned and left.

"What do you mean! Fang Chi!" Li Bowen shouted behind him.

Fang Chi didn't look back, and raised his hand: "Guess."

After entering the village, Fang Chi dragged the box and began to have fun, laughing and running forward with the boy.

"How about it!" He kicked the kid on the buttocks, "Is your brother awesome?"

The kid yelled twice.

"Who knows how to spread rumors? It's not a difficult job to tell lies, right?" Fang Chi kicked its ass again, "Especially for a child like me who looks like an honest child, and everything he says is true. It’s the same, you can’t kill him!”

The kid yelled and circled around him twice.

Meeting Li Bowen today was unexpected.

He met Li Bowen and wanted to beat him up, but it was something Fang Chi had always wanted to do.

But he didn't make a move, even though the moment he saw Li Bowen he wanted to rush up and give this shit a big slap in the face.

He held back.

What kind of person Li Bowen is, he still can't say very clearly, but if Li Bowen really wants to take the opportunity of opening a farmhouse here to tell his grandparents what happened to him, he must be a guide for kicking him into the ditch last time. fuse.

This person holds grudges, and he doesn't know how to repay him if he has grudges. He goes around playing tricks in a big circle when he has nothing to do. On the surface, he looks like an upright and good young man who is very loyal to his friends.

If I really beat him up today, he might be able to tell everything about him before he took the initiative to tell his grandfather, and he would say "ah, you've made it so public, so you haven't told your family yet", "I didn't mean to be very sorry" face.

Fang Chi clicked his tongue.

The boy yelled a few times and rushed forward. Fang Chi looked up and saw Grandpa walking out of the yard.

"Grandpa!" He shouted, dragging the box and ran over.

"Hey, I'm back." Grandpa turned his head and shouted into the yard, and then looked at him with a smile. "Why did you come back by yourself? I thought the canal came together."

"He sent me to the bus station in the city. He didn't come here together because he had something to do." Fang Chi went over and hugged his grandfather.

There are still a few days before the Chinese New Year, and my parents haven’t come back yet. There are only two people in the house, grandparents, but as Sun Wenqu said, they still prepared a large table of food for just three people, and they haven’t eaten all the time. Fang Chi came back.

"If you don't come back, the dishes will be too cold. I'll heat them one by one." When grandma saw him, she greeted him with a smile, and held his face for a long time. "Grandma, look, have you lost weight?"

"I get fat as soon as winter comes, how can I lose weight?" Fang Chi said with a smile.

"Hurry up, take the things upstairs," grandma patted him, "eat, are you hungry?"

"Why are you waiting for me? Just leave some for me." Fang Chi ran upstairs and threw his luggage into his room. When he passed by Sun Wenqu's room, he slowed down and poked his head in to have a look. After a few glances, it was still cleaned up, without any dust.

"It's so exciting to eat together," said grandpa, "I'm still waiting for you to accompany me to have a drink or two."

"Come on," Fang Chi sat down at the table with a smile, took the local wine and poured it for his grandfather, "I just happened to be cold."

Sun Wenqu stood in front of the big table, leaning on the edge of the table with his hands, staring at the pictures on the big table for a long time, without moving or speaking.

"Say, say something, what." Ma Liang sat on the sofa behind him.

"The style is not uniform," Sun Wenqu paused for a long time before opening his mouth, "I think your person has the most important problem, you want to try everything, you are interested in everything, you want to express everything, but you can't express anything. It doesn't matter."

"It's me." Ma Liang pointed to himself.

"Let's have a meeting tomorrow," Sun Wenqu turned and leaned against the table, "discuss the style, and then determine a few series. Different series can have different feelings, and then modify it according to customer feedback."

"Okay, sleep, sleep," Ma Dian nodded and stood up, then pointed to his legs, "You, don't you know, you know that you stood for two, two, two, hours?"

"I know, I'm too lazy to sit there," Sun Wenqu said, and fell directly on the sofa, "I fell asleep."

"Go back to you, sleep at your place." Ma Liang looked at him.

"No, no, no, I don't want to move." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"I'll beat you bear, I'll beat you." Ma Liang frowned and stared at him.

"Come." Sun Wenqu snorted.

"Don't catch a cold, hug, complain." Ma Liang turned and opened the door.

"Just complain, complain, hug and complain," Sun Wenqu stretched, looking at Ma Liang's back, "Hey, Liangzi, don't go."

Ma Liang looked back at him.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Sun asked, putting his legs on the back of the sofa.

"Say one, one night, say no more." Ma Liang said.

Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue: "Li Bowen's farmhouse entertainment has started, did you tell my son?"

"En." Ma Liang leaned against the door frame and nodded.

"And then?" Sun Wenqu sat up, "You haven't told me how he plans to deal with it yet."

"He didn't, he didn't say it," Ma Liang smiled, "He said I would sue and tell you."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu frowned.

"Really." Ma Liang said, then turned and went out and closed the door.

Fang Chi woke up very early, he had something on his mind, and couldn't sleep well. He could hear the boy scratching at the door of his house for 10 minutes.

"Are you annoying?" He got up and opened the door.

The boy sitting at the door stood up immediately, and pushed a stone next to him to his feet with his nose.

"Who will go out with you to play with rocks in the cold weather?" Fang Chi sighed, "You really don't accept your old age."

The kid stared at him expectantly, wagging his tail vigorously.

"Hey!" Fang Chi picked up the stone, thought for a while, and threw the stone from the stairs into the living room downstairs. The kid immediately ran down while screaming.

"Little bastard! You ate the wrong feed early in the morning!" Grandma shouted from downstairs, "The stones were thrown into the meat stuffing!"

"Impossible?" Fang Chi was stunned, ran downstairs, and saw the kid happily gnawing a stone in his mouth, "Where is the meat stuffing?"

"You can throw stones in your own house without meat stuffing!" Grandma came over and slapped him on the back, "Don't bother me! What if you hit me!"

"I checked downstairs..." Fang Chi scratched his head, and was slapped by his grandma before he finished speaking, "Ah, I was wrong."

"Wash your face!" Grandma pushed him, "Eat breakfast."

When Fang Chi squatted in the yard with a mouth full of toothpaste foam, his cell phone rang, and his grandfather called him from the house.

"Here we come!" He spat out the foam, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, went into the room, picked up the phone, looked at it, and picked it up, "It's Xiao Yiming."

"Are you home?" Xiao Yiming's voice came from over there.

"En." Fang Chi responded.

"I don't have anything to do, I just called you, in case you can't find a suitable opportunity to mention me," Xiao Yiming said, "Now you can say that I won't go home for the New Year, and then tell me about me."

"Well," Fang Chi's heart warmed, and he frowned again, "Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

"I won't call back," Xiao Yiming sighed, "Yesterday I called my mother, but first she didn't answer, and then she scolded me, saying she didn't want to see me."

"Then why do you force yourself to go home?" Fang Chi asked.

"My mom is not the kind of duplicity mom, you know that, she just doesn't want to see her if she says she doesn't want to see her, and I will be beaten when I go back." Xiao Yiming said.

"Then where did you spend the Chinese New Year?" Fang Chi glanced at his grandparents, and found that they were both looking at him, suddenly a little nervous.

"He has been to my house." Cheng Mo's voice suddenly came from the receiver.

"Cheng Mo?" Fang Chi was taken aback, "Are you two together?"

"Well, he came to see me at work," Xiao Yiming said, "I'll stay here for the Chinese New Year, and I can make more money."

"Aren't you going to his house?" Fang Chi asked.

"Didn't he always talk to himself?" Xiao Yiming replied.

"... Oh." Fang Chi laughed.

After hanging up the phone, grandma came over immediately: "Why, Xiao Yiming won't go home for the New Year?"

"Well, he..." Fang Chi rubbed his nose, "He's working there and won't come back."

"What?" Grandma was stunned. "I won't go home for the New Year just because of working? Can his family agree? What does this child think?"

"No, it's him..." Fang Chi suddenly felt that the heating in the room was too hot, and the heat from all directions made his back almost sweat. "He had a conflict with his family, and his mother wouldn't let him go home. gone."

"What's the matter?" Grandma was taken aback, "His mother is so angry?"

Fang Chi didn't speak, and sat on the sofa teasing the kid.

"Say it." Grandma pushed him.

"Hey, don't inquire about it," grandpa said with a smile, "do you still have breakfast?"

"All right, all right," grandma waved her hand, "I'll cook the noodles."

After grandma went to the kitchen, grandpa sat down beside him and patted his leg: "I really don't want to talk about it? I think your mood has been affected."

"It's not that I don't want to say it," Fang Chi said with some difficulty, and the tension in his heart spread layer by layer. This was just about Xiao Yiming, not about himself. He was already so nervous that he wanted to pinch himself. Twice, "I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it if I say it."

"Oh? What is it?" Grandpa laughed, "Let's hear it and see if I can accept it."

"That's it," Fang Chi turned his head to look at his grandfather, and lowered his voice, "That's it, that's it, Xiao Yiming...he likes men."

The moment Fang Chi said these words, Fang Chi's heart rose to his throat, and he had to shut his mouth tightly so as not to jump into his mouth.

Although it was Xiao Yiming, he was still very nervous about his grandfather's reaction.

If even Grandpa couldn't accept what happened to Xiao Yiming, he couldn't even imagine what kind of scene it would be if his story was told.

"Like men?" Grandpa looked at him in surprise, "Xiao Yiming likes men?"

"Yes," Fang Chi nodded, took a breath and said softly, "His family knows, and his parents won't let him go home if they can't accept it."

"That's it..." The expression on Grandpa's face was still surprised, "This... I can't tell, he is quite a normal child."

normal.

These two words made Fang Chi suddenly feel that the surroundings were dark.

"Grandpa," he felt that his throat was dry, "do you think it's normal for him to behave like this?"

"It can't be said that it's abnormal." Grandpa took the teacup on the coffee table and took a sip of tea. "This is called homosexuality, right? Men and men are good."

"Well, homosexuality," Fang Chi felt his voice fluttering, "there are also women and...women."

"Oh." Grandpa responded.

Fang Chi felt a little exhausted, leaned on the sofa and didn't even want to move, and didn't want to see his grandfather's expression.

Grandpa was silent and didn't speak, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Chi lowered his eyelids and looked at the kid's head on his knees. He reached out and touched the tip of his nose. It was cool and wet.

"Xiao Chi, let me ask you." Grandpa suddenly turned to look at him.

"Huh?" Fang Chi raised his head, "What?"

"Have you and Xiao Yiming always been on good terms?" Grandpa asked.

"...Yeah," Fang Chi nodded, "It's quite... good."

Grandpa's question gave him a strong urge to run away. He didn't expect his grandpa to ask such a question, but he could imagine what would happen if this question was extended.

They all wanted to start with Xiao Yiming's matter, so that Grandpa would have a buffer, but they didn't expect that if Grandpa kept asking, it would inevitably turn to Fang Chi himself in the end.

The IQs of the three people were all offline at the same time, and before grandpa asked this question, none of them had an IQ online.

"Then did you know he was like this before?" Grandpa asked.

"I... know." Fang Chi's mind was in a mess, he couldn't think, he didn't know how to answer Grandpa's question without bringing the topic to himself so quickly.

"Then you..." Grandpa's voice was very soft, as if afraid of being heard by grandma, "Be so close to him..."

"Grandpa," Fang Chi felt that the tip of his nose might already be sweating, "You..."

"Do you want to eat!" Grandma opened the door and walked into the room at this time, shouting with dissatisfaction, "Just now I yelled for breakfast, but now it's ready and I called it seven or eight times, but no one answered." !"

"Ah," Fang Chi was startled, and stood up abruptly, "What?"

"The door is closed, and the kitchen door is also closed. How can I hear it from such a distance," said grandpa with a smile, "Xiao Chi will help grandma get the noodles."

"What do you mean serving noodles for grandma!" Grandma said, "You don't eat it, I eat it all by myself?"

"Help me serve the noodles." Grandpa said again.

Fang Chi smiled and ran out.

As soon as he got out of the house, the wind blew over, and the skin on his chest and back shrank a bit due to a chill. ,

Only now Fang Chi calmed down a little.

He walked into the kitchen, picked up a bowl of noodles in each hand and walked back.

He didn't have time to answer Grandpa's question. He was very confused about how to answer this question.

It is easy to understand what Grandpa meant. Xiao Yiming is gay. You have such a good relationship with him, and you also know that he is gay. So what is your relationship like?

If the answer is just a good friend and nothing else, then grandpa will definitely not ask you if you are gay again. This opportunity to speak up, although it came too early, will be missed. Except for him, use "but me too" Turn around, but he always felt that it was too sudden, afraid that grandpa would not be able to bear it.

If the answer is no, he will lose the opportunity to speak again, and when he tries to speak again, it will cause even greater harm.

An ordinary question from grandpa pushed him a step forward.

He had to say, just today.

But...how should I put it?

How to say?

This question must be answered, even if Grandpa was interrupted earlier and would not ask again, he must take the initiative to answer.

If he also takes this opportunity to stop mentioning it, grandpa will definitely continue to think about it by himself.

He didn't want grandpa to think about it, and he was worried about guessing in his heart.

How to do?

I have to answer, when will I answer?

How should I answer?

Straight up?

roundabout?

Fang Chi brought the noodles into the house and put them on the table.

At this time, he suddenly missed Sun Wenqu very, very much, and he very, very hoped that Sun Wenqu would be by his side.

Sun Wenqu would make him feel at ease, and a smile from Gougouzui would calm him down... Of course, it could also be raising the flag, and squinting his eyes would also make him... Or raise the flag...

Fang Chi, what are you thinking?

What a mess!

"Your grandpa's new sauce." Grandma added a few pieces of meat to his bowl. "Try it, how does it taste? I think it's more delicious than what he made last time."

"Well," Fang Chi quickly put his head down and ate the noodles, "It's delicious. I thought it was a bit salty when I made it last time, but this time it's just right."

"Then I'll make some more," grandpa said with a chuckle, "bring a few bottles with you when you go back to school, keep two bottles for yourself, and give some to your classmates."

"Okay," Fang Chi nodded, "Everyone in our dormitory likes to eat these."

Fang Chi didn't talk too much while eating noodles. Grandma and grandpa were discussing what to prepare for the New Year while eating. Every year, the two of them had to discuss it many days in advance. Fang Chi felt that they didn't really have to prepare so carefully, just Talking about these is like a fun.

It's the Chinese New Year, and it's more New Year's flavor to say these things.

After eating the noodles, Fang Chi took the bowl to wash. When he returned to the house, only grandma took the cutting board to the table and was picking bones while watching TV.

"Where's my grandfather?" Fang Chi asked.

"I'm inspecting the backyard." Grandma said.

Fang Chi turned around and walked slowly towards the backyard.

Grandpa was squatting next to the door leading to the backyard from the corridor. There was a small stove beside him. He was taking a pipe and preparing to light a cigarette.

Fang Chi stared at his grandfather's back for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, walked over, squatted down next to his grandfather, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette case, and lit it on the fire of the small stove Hold it in your mouth.

"Your grandma will come over and beat you in a while." Grandpa glanced at him and said with a smile.

"Grandpa," Fang Chi took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled a thin puff of smoke, "Why don't you just smoke me."