flying dog

Li Bowen's farmhouse has a good location, not far from the village. On one of the hottest hiking routes, a large parking lot has been cleared. The hiking team who rented a car parked their cars here, and they would basically eat here when they went down the mountain. Well, let’s count those who drive here for vacation, pick vegetables, go fishing...

The infrastructure is almost done, and the old house has also been partially renovated.

Uncle Li asked Li Bowen to withdraw this place, let alone Li Bowen's heartache, even Sun Wenqu felt it was a pity.

But to help Li Bowen go to Uncle Li to say something, it is impossible for Sun Wenqu to do this. He knows this person too well. What he did, he went to help and said good things, but it didn't get good.

Moreover, Sun Wenqu was also aware of Li Bowen's character of not accepting anyone who treats him well.

He took out his mobile phone and called Ma Liang: "Have you visited Li Bowen's farmhouse?"

"No," Ma Liang said, "I'll go to see it when it's closed down."

"Uncle Li asked him to withdraw. I don't know if he will really withdraw." Sun Wenqu said, "You can make peace with Luo Peng and the others. If he wants to withdraw, he must first find these people to change hands. Next, but don't let him know it's me, find someone they don't know to talk to."

"Huh?" Ma Liang was a little puzzled.

"Have you thought about that kind of pottery to pretend to be a farmhouse?" Sun Wenqu stood by the window, "I took a look. If he is here next, he can do it."

"Do you want to be a farmer, a homemaker? Also, pottery?" Ma Liang didn't quite understand his idea.

"Don't think about farmhouse music. If this is called a pottery farm, it will feel different," Sun Wenqu smiled. "Mountains and water, pottery and people, feel the art that is closest to nature, and find the most touching heart. Touched...I'm so talented, the words of the advertisement came out as soon as I opened my mouth."

"That's it," Ma Liang laughed for a long time: "You still have money?"

"No more," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "but I have a father."

Ma Liang was happy: "Ask the old man for money?"

"It's too rude to ask for money, invest," Sun Wenqu said, "Let him invest."

"You talk to him about investing, and he can answer, agree?" Ma Liang was a little worried, "He will think you are unreliable."

"Well, I don't think it's easy to talk to him. It will definitely be ridiculous, and there may be a quarrel," Sun Wenqu said, "so I plan to ask Fang Chi to talk to him."

"What, what?" Ma Liang was stunned.

"I found that Fang Chi was very angry with my dad," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "My dad likes that kind of stupefied look, I'm going to say, my dad might let me write a hundred pages of feasibility. Report, Fang Chi will go and talk, and he may just ask a few questions."

"My eldest nephew is very, very stable." Ma Liang said.

"Well, anyway, you can help me pay attention." Sun Wenqu said.

After talking on the phone with Ma Liang, he went downstairs again, walked around the garden in a big circle, and chatted with two workers for a while when he returned to the house. After the workers left, he went upstairs to lie down in the room.

Very sleepy and tired, I just closed my eyes when I lay down, and I fell asleep before I could think about it.

It wasn't until Fang Chi called him that he reluctantly opened his eyes.

Picking up the phone, I checked the time first, and found that it was already five o'clock, and I was still able to sleep.

"Are you awake?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well," Sun Wenqu turned over and buried one eye in the pillow, "If you don't call, I'm not awake yet."

"I just sent you a message, but you didn't reply. I guess you're still asleep," Fang Chi smiled, "I'm waiting for Xiao Yiming at the intersection, get up, before I said you're here, grandpa said let me You are going home for dinner."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu was taken aback, "How did he know?"

"He just went to the canteen to buy wine and saw your car." Fang Chi's voice sounded relaxed, "Xiao Yiming and the others will be here soon. I'll pick them up and go to the farmhouse to find you first."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu sat up.

As soon as Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo got off the bus, it started to snow.

The boy could still recognize Xiao Yiming, and happily went up to him and wagged his tail.

"Hey girl," Xiao Yiming rubbed his face, "Long time no see."

"What's it called?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Boy." Fang Chi said.

"A bitch is called a boy?" Cheng Mo was stunned, "Is there a male dog called a girl in your family... Hello boy, my name is Cheng Mo, and I am brother Xiao's boyfriend."

Fang Chi glanced at Xiao Yiming, and Xiao Yiming sighed: "It's been a long time since I introduced myself, and I'm too lazy to argue with him."

Fang Chi laughed: "The highest level of shamelessness."

"It's just a prophecy." Cheng Mo smiled.

When a few people arrived at the farmhouse, Sun Wenqu was boiling water with a kettle on the first floor.

"You two rooms are upstairs," he pointed upstairs, "I live in the two rooms in the middle of the corridor, and you two live in the one on the right."

"Okay, thank you brother." Cheng Mo nodded, and ran up the stairs in a few steps.

Xiao Yiming stood still and whispered, "Uncle Sun, you mean there are two rooms in total?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu looked at him, and whispered after a while, "You two haven't reached the point where you need to share a room?"

"Yes." Xiao Yiming replied.

Sun Wenqu laughed: "The progress bar is moving too slowly, I thought the two young people should have swished past."

"The twilight period is more fun." Xiao Yiming said.

Fang Chi was amused: "You just think chestnuts are more delicious."

They didn't discuss how to arrange the room, Fang Chi urged to go home for dinner first.

When Sun Wenqu left the yard, he opened the car door first: "I'll get something."

"What?" Fang Chi asked.

"Gift." Sun Wenqu took out a large bag from a cardboard box in the back seat.

"Gift? You brought a gift?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"Nonsense," Sun Wenqu handed him the bag, "I've already prepared it, but I'm afraid that if we ever meet again, I can't go there empty-handed."

"Didn't you already get American ginseng for grandpa?" Fang Chi asked.

"Fang Chi, sometimes you are very thoughtful, and sometimes you are very stupid." Sun Wenqu looked at him, "Can you manage a gift twice? And is this meeting today an ordinary meeting?"

"...Oh!" Fang Chi responded, and after a few seconds of silence, he laughed, "Is it different, is it different?"

"IQ is not evenly matched." Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.

Fang Chi didn't speak, just grinned happily.

Sun Wenqu was seldom nervous, perhaps because he was too lazy, and it was difficult for anyone or anything to make him nervous.

But when he walked from the farmhouse to Fang Chi's house, he suddenly felt a little nervous.

The boy hopped briskly at the front, Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo walked behind him and Fang Chi, talking softly while walking.

Fang Chi didn't speak all the way, no, he opened his mouth, but he didn't speak, he just laughed.

"Is there a pharmacy in your village?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

"There is a health center," Fang Chi grinned happily, "but there is no medicine that can cure me, so give it up."

There was still some distance away from Fang Chi's house, and Sun Wenqu saw smoke coming out of the yard, probably grandpa was lighting the stove.

"The courtyard in the smoke is your home, right?" Cheng Mo asked from behind.

"Yes, shabu-shabu at night, with charcoal fire, to keep warm." Fang Chi nodded.

"I like it." Cheng Mo was very interested. "The firewood rice is also delicious. Does your family cook with firewood?"

"No," Fang Chi said, "but if you city people come to eat, my grandpa must be making firewood."

"Great." Cheng Mo rubbed his hands.

When he reached the gate of the yard, Fang Chi yelled: "Grandpa! Everyone is here!"

"Hey," Grandpa replied in the courtyard, "Come in."

Fang Chi entered the yard, followed by Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming, Sun Wenqu stopped and fell to the end.

There were new Spring Festival couplets pasted on both sides of the courtyard door, pasted on top of the one he wrote last year, but there were traces of being torn and pasted. He reached out and touched it, and found that the one below was also torn.

Sun Wenqu sighed softly. Grandma probably tore it up. She tore it up after she knew about it, and then she didn't know who stuck it up.

"Is it cold?" Grandpa greeted them in the yard, "Go inside and sit down."

When Sun Wenqu walked into the yard, Grandpa turned around and saw him, and said with a smile, "The canal is here."

"Grandpa," Sun Wenqu smiled, and took two steps towards the kitchen, "Grandma, Happy New Year."

"Hey, the water drain is here." Grandma came out of the kitchen, looked him up and down, "seems to be thinner?"

"You can eat fat at night." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Fang Chi's parents were both in the house, and when Sun Wenqu entered, the two of them were sitting, but they both stood up together, and Sun Wenqu almost wanted to make a ninety-degree bow.

But even though it wasn't ninety degrees, he did bend over and wanted to bow, but Fang Chi's father grabbed his arm: "Don't be so polite, sit down."

"I smell sweet potatoes, they're roasted." Cheng Mo said suddenly while sitting next to him.

"The smell from the backyard," Xiao Yiming looked at Fang Chi, "Is it from your home?"

"This nose," Fang Chi's mother smiled, "can you tell the difference between the front and the back?"

"Because the front yard didn't smell it when I entered the door." Xiao Yiming said with a smile.

"Take it yourself." Fang Chi's father said.

Several people immediately went to the backyard. Sun Wenqu sat without moving, and after a pause, he said softly: "Uncle and aunt, let you..."

"Ask him," Fang Chi's mother poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of him, "Let's not talk about it, grandparents and we have already agreed, so this matter is not a matter."

"Yeah." Sun Wenqu nodded, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"Ask him," Fang Chi's father looked at him, "Fang Chi is young, although we always think he has his own opinions and is safe, we still hope that you can... you are better than him..."

"Don't worry." Sun Wenqu said.

"Don't worry," Fang Chi's father smiled, "I don't worry."

When Fang Chi met Cheng Mo for the first time, he thought he was cool and a bit nervous, but in today's occasion, when everyone was slightly embarrassed, he was indeed able to create the atmosphere as he said. .

Whether it's grandparents or parents, he can find topics to chat for a long time, and before he even started eating, he and his father have already taken a bottle of local wine and started drinking.

As the smell of vegetables wafting from the kitchen became stronger and stronger, the atmosphere in the room finally brought Cheng Mo back to the happy and lively Chinese New Year atmosphere.

"This mutton is so beautiful." Sun Wenqu couldn't help boasting when he saw a large plate of mutton brought into the house.

"That's for sure," grandma said proudly, "I bought it in the village. Not to mention your urbanites, you may not be able to eat this meat even in farmhouses. We keep it for ourselves."

Sun Wenqu suddenly remembered the words that Fang Chi used to choke Sun Yao that day, and he was immediately amused, leaning on his chair and laughing for a long time.

"Did you drink with them too?" Grandma asked him.

"No," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "Grandma, I'm just happy."

"You must be happy." Grandma patted him on the head. "If you come a few days earlier, Grandma will definitely beat you up to 36 miles."

"Grandma," Sun Wenqu followed grandma into the kitchen to serve food, "I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" Grandma looked at him.

Sun Wenqu put his arms around grandma's shoulders and asked softly, "Did you tear up the couplets?"

Grandma clicked her tongue and glanced at him: "The eyes are quite sharp. Grandma tore them off when she was angry, but grandpa glued them on later."

"Shall I write another one?" Sun asked Qu.

"How can someone write Spring Festival couplets on the fourth day of junior high school?" Grandma said.

"I just want to write." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Then you write," grandma thought for a while, and stretched out her hand to make a gesture, "write a big one, just write according to your height, there is still paper at home, you bought it last year and didn't run out of paper."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu smiled, took the soup pot and went out.

There were several bottles of wine in the gift that Sun Wenqu brought. As soon as Fang Chi took it out, his father's eyes lit up immediately: "Good wine! Let me have a look."

"You're too easy to buy." Grandma gave him a blank look.

Dad laughed twice, took the wine and looked at it: "Drink some."

"I drink local wine," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I really like grandpa's local wine."

"It's fine if you can't even drink it," Cheng Mo said, "I'll try local wine later."

"I can't drink miscellaneous wine," Sun Wenqu went to the shelf next to the wall and brought over the sweet potato wine that grandpa had newly made. "I'll drink this today. Fang Chi and I had an appointment to drink together before."

Fang Chi suddenly turned his head and stared at Sun Wenqu.

The agreement between the two of them sounded like an agreement to fight wine on the surface, but the actual content was shameless. Sun Wenqu said it so abruptly, which made him blush.

"Really?" Cheng Mo smiled, "Which one of you can drink?"

"Surely Uncle Sun." Xiao Yiming answered without thinking.

"That should be right," Cheng Mo said, "You know Fang Chi's drinking capacity better."

"Yiming, what do you call the canal?" Grandma looked at Xiao Yiming.

"Uncle Sun..." Xiao Yiming laughed a little embarrassedly, "I'm used to it, I'm still young."

"This life is chaotic." Cheng Mo whispered with a smile.

Fang Chi got up and poured everyone's wine. The aroma of the wine and the food mixed together, and there was an indescribably relaxed and comfortable feeling in the steaming heat.

It's the feeling that a big bag that has been carried for a long time has finally been thrown on the ground, that a source of water has finally been found after walking for a long time, and that a house with a fire has finally been found after being frozen in the snow for a long time...

Inexplicably just want to laugh.

I don’t know how my grandparents and my parents feel now. Maybe I don’t have such a pleasant experience like myself, but I can still vaguely feel that the past is in the past. Feeling relieved.

Cheng Mo was quite good at drinking, and he toasted in a circle as soon as he came up, and then chatted and drank.

Xiao Yiming didn't drink too much, so he tasted some.

Fang Chi kept staring at Sun Wenqu's glass. To be honest, it would be unfair to Sun Wenqu if Sun Wenqu used local wine to compete with him. Then head on.

"How about I drink local wine like you?" Fang Chi whispered in his ear.

"No need," Sun Wenqu turned his head, twitching the corners of his lips, "You can drink whatever you want, and you'll be willing to accept the bet."

Fang Chi clicked his tongue: "I will not be fooled by sugar-coated shells before the war."

"Then you try." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi reckoned that Sun Wenqu could drink quite well, but with Sun Wenqu's squeamish appearance... Although squeamishness has nothing to do with alcohol capacity, he just felt that Sun Wenqu was not a person who could drink like this.

He is a wild dog like wind, and leeks like dogs are drinkable.

It is said that it is a wine fight, but it is not a special fight. Everyone eats and chats. With Cheng Mo, everyone chats happily. Cheng Mo grew up in the city, and rarely goes to the countryside to play. He listened to his grandfather talking about various things in the mountains. The son was very enthusiastic, and asked after him.

"Then Fang Chi has followed you into the mountains since he was a child?" Cheng Mo looked envious, "Oh, it's really interesting. I have followed my grandfather to the vegetable market since I was a child. My mother took me to the street at most, and I can go shopping once. Lost me three times..."

Everyone in the room laughed, and grandpa took a sip of wine: "Your mother, your mother is very nice, and she doesn't sound like such a careless person."

"She just keeps refusing to accept the fact that she has a son, thinking that she is still a beautiful girl." Cheng Mo clinked glasses with his grandfather, "That's why I call her sister."

Fang Chi glanced into Sun Wenqu's glass while enjoying himself, and then he was stunned. He felt that he had only drunk less than half of this glass of wine just after pouring it, and Sun Wenqu's glass had already bottomed out.

If this was the first glass of wine, Fang Chi wouldn't be surprised, but this is the third glass, and they didn't use a particularly small glass.

"Drink slowly," Fang Chi said in a low voice, "stomach will hurt in a while."

"It's okay if you don't drink too much," Sun Wenqu smiled, turning his head to look at him, "Is there a faint uneasiness?"

"What's faint, I'm still buzzing," Fang Chi clicked his tongue, "At most, I'm faintly worried about your stomach."

"Don't worry," Sun Wenqu put his hands behind his back and rubbed his back lightly, "If I feel uncomfortable, I won't drink again."

Fang Chi has always felt that he can drink well, and he has never been too drunk. If he is really drunk, he will not make a fool of himself, so he just stays silently.

Maybe it's because he's in a good mood today, maybe it's because there's a fire and the shabu-shabu is steaming in the room, or maybe the wine that Sun Wenqu brought is strong?

In short, he felt that he was starting to feel a little dizzy.

It's okay to be dizzy, the key is that when he turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu's face, he found that Sun Wenqu's eyes were still clear.

Playing stick tiger chicken with Xiao Yiming and won four games in a row, looking refreshed and quick thinking.

"Grandpa," Fang Chi tapped his cup on the table, "Your sweet potato wine this year is fake, is it watered?"

Dad looked at him and smiled: "Fang Chi is dead."

"Who said that?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue twice, "I'm just a little soft."

"The canal is quite drinkable," my mother said, "it looks like it hasn't been drunk."

"I just like this wine. If I don't like drinking wine, I will faint after a glass," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I'll take some with me when I go back, grandpa."

"Okay, you bring two bottles." Grandpa said with a smile.

Fang Chi was not too convinced. He felt that he was not as good at papermaking as Sun Wenqu in terms of study and art, and could bear it, and that he was not as good as this squeamish old man in such a mindless thing as drinking.

So I stood up and drank two more glasses.

When he finished drinking, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and felt that he wanted to sing a song Between Heaven and Earth.

"Fang Chi, you lost." Cheng Mo rested his chin on his hands, talking and laughing. He also drank a lot, and now he was talking with his tongue out.

"Ah," Fang Chi responded, "my grandpa's fake wine."

"Are you convinced?" Sun Wenqu asked him with a smile.

Fang Chi opened one eye and looked at him, then sighed: "Submit."