It was midnight and he was sleeping soundly. Sun Wenqu rushed down with horror, raised his hand and said that his finger was bitten by the mouse. If the boy hadn't called out a few times in the yard, Fang Chi really felt that he was still in a dream.

"What's going on?" He turned on the light and saw a small blood bead on Sun Wenqu's index finger. He was stunned and grabbed Sun Wenqu's hand, "Did the mouse bit it?"

"Ah!" Sun Wenqu pressed his voice, "Yes! Your mouse!"

Fang Chi didn't say anything, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the yard, pinched his fingers and began to squeeze hard.

Sun Wenqu felt a pain in his fingers, and blood rushes out of the wound on his fingertips. He takes a breath and frowns: "Damn, it doesn't hurt so much if the mouse bites me!"

Fang Chi ignored him, squeezed him a few more times, then pulled him to the faucet and turned on the water to continue squeezing. Finally, he made a small basin of soapy water and then washed the wound.

"No," Sun Wenqu grinned, "Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?"

"I don't know, I've seen it before and said I'll wash it for at least fifteen minutes," Fang Chi glanced at him, "I'll go get vaccinated first when I go back tomorrow morning."

"What vaccine should I get?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Ask the doctor, please ask the doctor if there is any crazy rat vaccine." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu smiled, but the pain on his fingertips made him smile again quickly: "Okay, I feel like I'm going to lose too much blood."

After cleaning and disinfecting alcohol, Fang Chi returned his finger to Sun Wenqu for almost half an hour.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu held his numb hands and poured it on the sofa, "You can do more trouble than mice."

"Go to sleep," Fang Chi looked at his phone, "I have to get up in an hour and catch the earliest bus."

"Oh." Sun Wenqu responded, pulled over the quilt on the sofa and covered his body, turned his face and closed his eyes.

Fang Chi stood beside the sofa for a while before asking: "Are you sleeping here?"

"Otherwise," Sun Wenqu said under the quilt, "Will I go up and feed the mouse?"

"Then I'll go up and sleep." Fang Chi wanted to take his bedding, but Sun Wenqu occupied all the quilt and pillows, so he had to turn around and walk upstairs.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu raised his head, "Will the mouse come down and bite me?"

"Are you that delicious?" Fang Chi looked at him with a little amused and crying.

"Who knows," Sun Wenqu looked at his hands, "I feel I'm quite tender."

Fang Chi was silent for a few seconds, then whistled softly. Before Sun Wenqu could react, the boy had already pushed open the living room door and ran in, shaking his tail and looked cheerful.

"What are you doing?" Sun Wenqu was so scared that he almost sat up.

"Kid, get ready," Fang Chi pointed to the ground. The boy immediately lay on the front of the sofa. Fang Chi glanced at Sun Wenqu, "Go to sleep, good night."

Fang Chi went upstairs and returned to his room.

He has lived in this room since he was a child. Every time he entered the room, he felt at ease. Everything was familiar to him. He pounced on the bed, every piece of furniture, every scratch, and even the smell... fragrant?

He held up his arm, pulled the quilt and smelled it, and sneeze.

This is the smell on Sun Wenqu. You will smell it when you get close to it. It is not perfume, but... the smell of coconut milk.

Fang Chi sighed. An old man in his 30s took a shower with coconut milk-flavored shower gel every day.

He got off the bed and sat at the desk, flipped through the bag thrown on the wall for a long time and flipped out a chemical paper.

He was quite sleepy, but he had to get up in one hour. With his ability to sleep, he couldn't get up at all after an hour. Instead of struggling in the pain of whether he could get up or not, he might as well stop sleeping.

He opened the paper sheet on the table and saw the paintings Sun Wenqu was painted on the corner of the table. The boy and his grandparents were both very cute, big heads and small bodies, round. He reached out and touched them, remembering the slender fingers that Sun Wenqu pressed on the strings when he was playing the erhu.

"I feel I'm quite tender."

Fang Chi frowned and twitched, lowered his head to start the test.

Chemistry is really annoying. Every time Fang Chi opens the chemistry paper, he feels the urge to go to bed.

I gritted my teeth and jumped on the test and did it for a long time and felt that I didn’t write much.

He sighed, lay on the table, staring at the painting at the corner of the table, staring at the pen in his mouth, and lit it on the paper.

The rooftop outside the door suddenly turned and a soft sound of pulling the chair. Fang Chi spitted out his pen and stood up, walked to the door and looked out through the crack in the door.

Sun Wenqu just wrapped his quilt and sat on the chair, and the boy lay at his feet.

Fang Chi opened the door for some reason: "Why are you not sleeping again?"

"Your beautiful dog," Sun Wenqu looked back at him, and pointed to the boy on the ground, "I'm so handsome when I sleep, I'm so handsome, so I'm not sleeping."

"Is there any?" Fang Chi thought for a while, "Do you have a light sleep?"

"Probably," said Sun Wenqu, "not necessarily. Jiuqian and Yishen mainly depend on his mood..."

Fang Chi closed the door with a bang, sat back at the desk, and listened to Sun Wenqu laughing on the rooftop for a long time.

After being stunned by the questions on the paper for a long time, he sighed and stood up and opened the door: "If you don't sleep, go back to the house. What should you do if you catch a cold?"

"Thank you." Sun Wenqu stood up wrapped in a quilt and squeezed into the room from him. The boy hurriedly followed him in and got under the desk and lay down.

Fang Chi closed the door silently, and he no longer knew what else to say.

"Where are you doing the questions?" Sun Wenqu saw the paper on his desk and leaned over to look at it.

"Yes." Fang Chi responded.

"Titrate the dadadada solution with a known concentration of sulfuric acid to complete the following ion equation," Sun Wenqu whispered, "Complete the following ion equation...you won't do this?"

"...What's the thing about dadadada?" Fang Chi asked helplessly.

"Molecular formula, I'm too lazy to read it," Sun Wenqu said, "Dada plus dadada plus what..."

"Just do it if you want," Fang Chi interrupted, "Stop thinking."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything anymore, took his pen and leaned on the table.

Fang Chi sat by the bed and looked at his back and continued to be stunned.

After a while, the son and grandson asked Qu threw the pen and stood up: "Hey, why should I help you write the paper?"

"How could I know," Fang Chi went over and pushed him away and sat down. He found that Sun Wenqu had already written several questions, and he didn't know if he wrote them correctly or wrongly. "Do you... still remember these?"

"I'm confused," Sun Wenqu poured it on the bed, "You can keep writing."

"You science student?" Fang Chi turned around and asked.

"Do I look like a liberal arts student?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I thought you should be an art student," said Fang Chi.

"You are too naive." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Then what major do you study in college?" Fang Chi asked again curiously.

Sun Wenqu turned his head to look at him with his arm and said, "I haven't been to college."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, and after a while he turned back to face the table, "Oh."

The next time, neither of them spoke. Fang Chi buried his head in writing the paper. Sun Wenqu was lying quietly on the bed. Listening to his slow breathing, he probably fell asleep.

The boy was sleeping quietly while lying on Fang Chi's feet under the desk. He didn't hear tooth grinding and snoring.

It was quite fatal to write the test paper. Fang Chi was sleepy and tired and was very annoying to write it. He was almost crying before he finished writing a test paper. Looking at the time, it was almost five o'clock, so he had to pack up and prepare to go out. The earliest shuttle bus was six o'clock.

He originally didn't plan to get in this shift, it was too early, but he never expected that Sun Wenqu would be bitten by a mouse after sleeping. He had to ask Sun Wenqu to go back to the city early to get vaccinated.

Sun Wenqu was sleeping heavily against the head of the bed. Fang Chi hesitated for a moment before pushing him: "Hey, wake up."

"...Huh?" Sun Wenqu was indeed sleepy and hummed with a slight push.

"It's time to go, get up and pack up and take the bus." Fang Chi said.

"No," Sun Wenqu opened his eyes and stared at him for a while, "I'm sleepy."

"Then you are here waiting for the crazy rat disease to break out." Fang Chi said and went downstairs.

After washing up, he saw that Sun Wenqu had changed his clothes and got off the upstairs with his bag, and looked reluctant.

"Let's have breakfast back to the city," said Fang Chi.

"Can you cook some hot chocolate?" Sun Wenqu asked, "I get up too early and my stomach feels so empty."

"There is no chocolate, I've eaten it all," Fang Chi thought for a while, "Is there still a box of milk to drink?"

"That's fine." Sun Wenqu nodded and went to wash.

After the two of them finished packing, they went to the backyard to tell their grandparents who were getting up early.

Grandma rubbed Fang Chi's face a few times: "Hey, my baby grandson is leaving again. Be careful of your health and don't worry us."

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

"You said you wanted to get the mountain goods to take back by the canal," Grandpa smiled and brought a woven bag, "It's all packed for you."

"So much!" Sun Wenqu was surprised.

"It's all things that can stand the place and will not break," said grandma. "Eat it slowly, tell the bastard after you finish it and ask him to get it for you."

"Thank you grandma." Sun Wenqu carried the heavy bag.

The old man sent them all the way to the village entrance before he was driven back by Fang Chi. This reluctant farewell made Sun Wenqu feel inexplicably sad, but the boy kept following them.

"I have to walk for a while," Fang Chi took the bag in his hand. "It's too early that there is no car in the village, so I have to walk over."
To be continued...