flying dog

Sun Wenqu and Fang Chi didn't go back to him directly, but went to the studio first.

Ma Liang hadn't rested yet, and was still working on the ratio of soil with the technicians. Hu Yuanyuan was packing up in the exhibition hall, and she smiled when she saw the two of them coming in: "You two see your parents' meals fast enough, eat them." Are you full?"

"I packed the supper," Fang Chi held up the box of spring rolls in his hand, "Would you like something?"

"I'm really not full," Hu Yuanyuan came over and took a look at the box, "I'll make it for you, do you want to eat something else?"

"No need, I'm full," Sun Wenqu sat on the sofa, "He probably didn't finish his meal well."

"I'm tired from eating, and everyone in your family only eats so much, I put my chopsticks away after a few mouthfuls, and I don't feel embarrassed to eat more," Fang Chi smiled, and put the bag containing New Year's goods on the table, "I never The family brought you something to eat."

"Oh, that's great," Hu Yuanyuan approached with great interest, "Hey, Fang Xiaochi, let me tell you that I really like these meat dishes made by your grandfather, they are delicious!"

"Then I'll go back and ask Grandpa to make more for you." Fang Chi said.

"Don't worry, I've had enough to eat for a long time," Hu Yuanyuan said, "Your grandfather is getting old, so don't make him tired."

After Fang Chi heard this, his heart trembled slightly, and he sighed: "Yes."

Hu Yuanyuan went to reheat the box of spring rolls, Ma Liang and Sun Wenqu sat on the sofa and continued the conversation at noon, Fang Chi walked around the exhibition hall.

All he knew was that Sun Wenqu had made a new set of tea sets. When he told Sun Wenqu's father that this set was beautiful, he didn't even know what it looked like, but now he saw it.

The tea set looks like a semi-finished product, very rough, the color is hard to tell what it is, there is a mud color in the black, and the name of Sun Wenqu is written on the small sign next to the tea set. The name of the work is not printed, it should be Later, I wrote it with a pen, just one word, at the beginning.

The second day.

Fang Chi completed it automatically, and wanted to laugh when he finished it, he didn't know how he could make it up like this.

The second day of junior high school, 15 years old.

He laughed for a long time at this set of tea sets.

"Yeah, it's quite effective, really." Ma Liang turned his head and glanced at Fang Chi.

"Let's go with this idea, this series will use the name Chu," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Including the previous classification, there will be three series, we can use one series as the main promotion..."

"Just this, this beginning," Ma Liang said immediately, "I like it. This is the most authentic you of the past."

"Pretentious," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "You are the boss and you have the final say."

Hu Yuanyuan's reprocessed spring rolls were quite delicious. Ma Liang tasted one. Hu Yuanyuan said to lose weight and skip lunch. Fang Chi ate all the remaining spring rolls.

"I'm not afraid of getting angry," Sun Wenqu stood up and put on his coat, "Let's go, go back to sleep."

"I basically don't get angry." Fang Chi said.

"Not in the future, I won't be on fire." Ma Liang patted him on the shoulder.

Sun Wenqu pointed to Ma Liang: "Be careful when talking to minors."

Fang Chi laughed again, feeling as if he had poured some medicine into his head today.

But when he returned to Sun Wenqu's place, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Let's call now," Sun Wenqu looked at the time, "It's almost ten o'clock, it should be appropriate to call."

"Yeah." Fang Chi fell into the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and pressed his father's number, but he didn't dial.

He was a little nervous, and a little inexplicably embarrassed.

"I'm going to take a shower." Sun Wenqu went into the bedroom and came out with a change of clothes. "You should call first."

"Would you stop telling me what to say?" Fang Chi felt that it would be easier for Sun Wenqu to avoid him, but when Sun Wenqu said to take a bath, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"At first, I was always worried that your words were off the mark, but," Sun Wenqu knelt on the sofa with one leg, leaned his hands against the wall and kissed him on the tip of his nose, "Now I find that you are still very reliable, and there is no need to talk about it again." pointed out."

Fang Chi raised his head and smiled, and when Sun Wenqu was about to turn around and go to the bathroom, he grabbed Sun Wenqu's arm and tugged.

Sun Wenqu staggered and sat on the sofa, he rushed over and pushed Sun Wenqu down on the sofa and kissed him fiercely for a long time.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu wiped his lips, "Those who don't know think we have an enmity."

"Go take a shower." Fang Chi smiled.

When he dialed his father's number, Fang Chi's hands trembled a little.

It stands to reason that he has already experienced the same thing with his grandpa and grandma once, so he should not be so nervous again, but this matter is indeed different from other things, even if he has experienced it with a thousand people, a thousand times, he will still be nervous.

These are his relatives, even his parents who have not cared much about him since he was a child, they are also his close relatives who love him.

No matter how much you cheer yourself up, you will still be just as nervous, full of anxiety and guilt.

Dad's cell phone rang for a long time without being connected, and finally hung up automatically.

Fang Chi took the phone to his eyes and looked at it. After confirming that the number was correct, he began to worry.

Dad is sick?Is something wrong at home?

Why don't you answer the phone?

He frowned, bit his lip, and dialed again.

His mood alternated between nervous and worried with the dial tone on the receiver.

This time Dad quickly answered the phone: "Hello, Xiaochi?"

The moment he heard his father's voice, Fang Chi felt that his breathing stopped, and then he heard that "Xiao Chi", his nose suddenly felt sour, and then he was a little dazed.

Although my father never beat him, he still gets angry. When he is angry, he usually calls him "Fang Chi".

But now his name is "Xiao Chi".

"Dad, it's me," Fang Chi said softly, "Um...are you asleep? Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"The wire connected to the roof was bitten by a mouse. I was just doing wiring, and the phone was left in the room." Dad's voice sounded the same as usual, "Have you eaten?"

"Well, it's over," Fang Chi didn't know what to say, his father's attitude gave him the illusion that his grandfather hadn't told his father yet, "I... will go back tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Dad replied.

After that, both of them were silent. This kind of silence gave Fang Chi the same feeling as before. He often had cold moments on the phone with his parents. He didn't know what to say, so he hung up after a while.

Today he couldn't hang up, but he didn't know how to go on.

"That," Dad said first, "Today... your grandpa talked to me."

conversation.

Your grandpa talked to me.

Dad is a rough man, and the people he does business with are workers and the like. He suddenly heard him use the serious and subtly inappropriate word of conversation... It made him feel very uncomfortable. What happened to my grandparents and my parents this New Year is full of pain and depression.

"Well, Dad," Fang Chi whispered, "I'm sorry, I should have told you about this..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter what anyone says, as long as it's not an outsider who comes to tell me." Dad said, hearing the voice sound like he was lighting a cigarette, "This matter... I don't know what to say, today Grandpa You told me a lot about you, and from childhood to adulthood... Mom and Dad don't care much about you."

"I'm not well, I... I don't blame you." Fang Chi's voice was still very soft.

"Actually, it's not that we don't care about you. If you were a daughter, we would definitely not be like this." Dad took a puff of cigarette, "I just think that son, let it go and don't care too much. It doesn't matter if you are rough or wild."

"En." Fang Chi responded, a little surprised that his father would say this first.

"You have never caused any trouble. Both your mother and I think you are worry-free and independent. I really didn't find that this is not good. In the future, we will... well, we have grown up so much, and we will really love you in the future." It's not our turn to worry about anything." Dad sighed.

"Dad, don't think so, don't you think I'm fine now?" Fang Chi hesitated halfway through speaking.

Very good, in the eyes of my parents, if I want to be with a man now, can it be considered "very good"?

Dad paused for a while, and turned the topic back to today's focus: "When grandpa told us about you, we were all surprised. We really didn't pay attention to you, and we didn't notice it at all."

"Does my mother know too?" Fang Chi asked.

"Got it, grandpa said it with us." Dad said.

"Then how is my mother?" Fang Chi asked.

"Your mother cried for a while, and she's okay now, nothing happened," Dad said, "But if you say it's really okay, it's not really okay, this kind of thing is a bomb in anyone's house."

"I know, I'm sorry." Fang Chi propped his elbows on his knees, and his nose started to sore again.

"Don't talk about it, your grandpa said it, you are right about it," Dad sighed, "I also thought about it, I really can't blame you for this, no one can blame it, that's it, that's it .”

Fang Chi pressed his fingers on his eyes.

Feeling that the tears were not pushed back, but squeezed out, he quickly pulled a piece of paper and rubbed it at the corner of his eyes.

"Are you coming back early tomorrow morning?" Dad asked.

"Hmm." Fang Chi sniffed.

"Crying?" Dad asked immediately when he heard his movement.

"No, there was a bit of wind blowing outside just now," Fang Chi smiled, "I didn't cry."

"You don't have to worry about anything when you come back. Your grandfather said that since we have been letting you grow up freely, we have never interfered in anything. It's the same this time. Don't interfere." Dad also smiled, "That's right. I didn't care about it..."

Dad smiled a little forcedly, Fang Chi could hear it, and could even imagine his dad pulling the corners of his mouth.

"Dad, I told my grandpa that if I could really choose, I wouldn't make you feel so uncomfortable," Fang Chi said, "But now I am like this and I can't change it... I just want you to know , I will be fine no matter what.”

"I don't worry about that," Dad said, "Really, it's the truth."

"Yeah." Fang Chi didn't say anything more, and when he opened his mouth, he felt like he was pulling a switch, and he wanted to cry. He didn't want his father to hear him cry. He had never cried in front of his parents since he was a child. .

Sun Wenqu gently retreated into the bathroom and closed the door.

This kind of behavior of taking off his clothes and hiding by the door to eavesdrop on people's phone calls will no longer surprise him. Anyway, there is nothing surprising about Fang Chi's doing anything.

But after listening for a long time, Fang Chi's father's reaction was somewhat beyond his expectation, and Fang Chi probably didn't expect it either.

Maybe it's because grandpa did a good job, maybe it's because grandpa and grandma already know about it, and they have gradually calmed down, and this calmness has affected him.

Sun Wenqu took a longer time to take a bath than usual. Although Fang Chi's content and tone of voice suggested that his father's life was relatively easy, he still wanted to set aside time for Fang Chi to sort out his emotions.

The way Fang Chi stretched out his hand to touch his eyes and pulled a tissue, he felt very distressed.

No matter how easy it is to pass, it is still a pass. It is not a great victory to pass it. It is because the other party backed away because they love you.

Fang Chi's concept of family is much stronger than his, and this kind of retreat will make him more uncomfortable than toughness and anger.

After washing until he felt that there was nothing to wash, Sun Wenqu put on his clothes and left the bathroom.

Fang Chi was lying on the sofa watching TV with half-closed eyes, and saw him come out and open his arms: "It took so long to wash."

"It's too cold today, and it's only comfortable if it burns through." Sun Wenqu went over to lie on top of him, "How did you tell your dad?"

"My dad didn't scold me." Fang Chi hugged him and rubbed his still wet hair, "I don't know how my grandpa told my dad and mom, it's my own son who knows what to do say?"

"Then they won't stop it?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and put his ear on Fang Chi's chest, listening to his steady breathing.

"It should be." Fang Chi closed his eyes, "I'll talk to them when I go back tomorrow. It's not easy to talk too much on the phone."

"Well, I'll accompany you back tomorrow." Sun Wenqu said.

"To my house?" Fang Chi pulled his clothes up and touched his back.

"I can't go now, it's going to cause trouble," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I won't talk anymore, I'll stay at Li Bowen's place, my good buddy's farmhouse music has started, so I have to take care of it anyway."

"It's the New Year's Eve, there's no one there," Fang Chi smiled, "But maybe he'll be there, the last time I met him, it was so late, he's still there, hard enough... But I don't worry about him now."

"You are so anxious because you are afraid that something will happen to him?" Sun Wenqu raised his hand to touch his face.

"Well, that guy's mind is full of dung forks, who knows what he will do if a fork is in the wrong place," Fang Chi added after thinking for a while, frowning, "If he really makes my grandpa What happened to grandma, I can kill him on the spot."

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu smiled, and rubbed his fingers between his brows, "It will be all right from now on, don't worry about him anymore."

"Well," Fang Chi responded, then raised his head and looked at him after thinking about it, "Hey, did you clean up Li Bowen behind my back?"

"Who cares about taking care of him?" Sun Wenqu put his hands behind his back and put his arms around him, "I don't have that much time to spare."

"You must have done something." Fang Chi clicked his tongue twice.

Sun Wenqu also clicked his tongue twice: "So sure."

"Well, sure," Fang Chi laughed happily, "I told you Sun Wenqu, if you want to talk about other things, you don't want to trouble Li Bowen if you are lazy, but for me, you must not be lazy."

"Yo," Sun Wenqu raised his head, put his chin on his chest and smiled, "Not long ago, someone said 'I don't think you like me enough', are you so confident now?"

"That's right," Fang Chi smiled, "This is how the self-confidence of our young people comes and goes without a trace."

"Let me ask you," Sun Wenqu pinched his chin with his fingers, "the last time you met Li Bowen, did you say something to him?"

"What did I say? I saw that he didn't have anything to say, I just wanted to beat him up..." Fang Chi thought for a while and laughed again, "Hey, I really said it, I told him not to pester him With you, men have to compete fairly..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sun Wenqu had already laughed out loud, rolled into the sofa and huddled and laughed for a long time before he let out a long sigh: "I said why is he so angry."

"I just said it casually, looking at him is annoying," Fang Chi turned his head and looked at him, "You don't think you did something here, did you?"

Sun Wenqu didn't answer, just closed his eyes and had fun.

"Stop laughing," Fang Chi poked his belly, "I'm telling you something serious."

"Let's talk." Sun Wenqu suddenly stopped smiling, and looked at him with a drawn face.

"...No," Fang Chi was stunned, "You are too flexible, aren't you?"

Sun Wenqu laughed again, hooked his neck, and kissed his lips: "Speak."

"Just, why don't you wait until I go back tomorrow and have a good chat with my parents and see if there is nothing else," Fang Chi said, "You should take the time to visit my house. My relatives have left in the past two days. He came back to town on the sixth day of junior high school, I think..."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Sun asked him with a smile.

"I don't know," Fang Chi bit his lips, "I really don't know, I just think...anyway...anyway, there must be something, be more formal."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak, just looked at Fang Chi.

Why Fang Chi is in such a hurry, he actually knows that when he said before that he didn't need to rush out of the closet to fall in love, Fang Chi had an idea, wanted to be aboveboard, to be calm, to be worthy of the other party, and also worthy of himself.

This is an important part of Fang Chi's "seriousness".

"I'll listen to you," Sun Wenqu said, "I'll go whenever you think it's appropriate."

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, "but if my parents still find it difficult to accept, let's take it easy."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu gently scratched his hair.

"Are you nervous?" Fang Chi asked him.

Sun Wenqu smiled: "Why are you nervous? I've met everyone in your family, so I'm not nervous."

"It's different from before," Fang Chi rubbed his nose, "I would be nervous just thinking about it, but you, an old man, shouldn't be nervous anymore, and I wouldn't be nervous if I was 30 years old."

"When you were 30, I was already 40," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

"Yeah, you were 40 when I was 50, and 60 when I was 70..." Fang Chi suddenly stretched his arms and straddled him, "You shouldn't be able to do it then?"

Sun Wenqu closed his eyes happily: "I don't know, let's try it then."

"Anyway, you must be ahead of me, right Dad? You are an elder." Fang Chi looked at him.

"What do you want to say?" Sun Wenqu opened his eyes and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"I want to say, you have to make up for me in advance when you're not good enough and I'm good at it," Fang Chi said, "otherwise how pitiful I am... an old man looks at the old man he likes and wants to make out As a result, the old man felt nothing..."

"If you want to do it, just say you want to do it," Sun Wenqu flicked his forehead, "It's enough to go around the country, and I found that you have suppressed your IQ just to get a bed. There are several grades."

"That's fine." Fang Chi straightened up, took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, "I want to do it, right now."