When I got home, my grandfather was already making dumplings. Everyone at home was chatting in the living room, while Hu Ying and Fang Hui quarreled in the yard.

Fang Chi didn't listen carefully to the specific content. Anyway, Fang Hui felt that he was very good at it. He had to argue if he had different opinions from him. Otherwise, he would not show that his level was high. Hu Ying generally did not fight him head-on. You say one thing, I say two, you say something, I say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you say something, you want to buy a pair of pants.

The two of them were very excited to talk about each other, but as soon as Fang Chi entered the yard, Hu Ying didn't say anything, called Brother Xiao Chi and looked behind him.

"Brother Sun," she smiled and jumped to Sun Wenqu, "It's just right, I'm eating dumplings."

"Well, I'm hungry." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"We haven't finished talking yet," Fang Hui said, "Can women be unreasonable? Women's liberation is not..."

"I don't want to tell you anymore." Hu Ying turned to the beginning.

"Women's liberation cannot be a one-size-fits-all approach, you say..." Fang Hui said relentlessly.

"Have you both discussed this high level?" Fang Chi was happy as soon as he heard this.

"Oh, I'm so annoying," Hu Ying frowned and said in a low voice, "I don't know why I just got this up. It's so good at pretending."

"You said..." Fang Hui wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Sun Wenqu.

"What do you mean during the Chinese New Year? Are you tired and biting someone? You are very knowledgeable? You are well-goodluck finding awoman that will reason with you. But with your current state, it is probably impossible to have a chance today. Today, the dumplings are so big." Sun Wenqu finished speaking quickly and followed Fang Chi into the kitchen.

Fang Hui opened his mouth and lost his voice. He probably didn't understand. Sun Wenqu said this passage too quickly, and the Chinese and English words were directly connected seamlessly.

Fang Chi smiled in the kitchen for a long time: "What did you say?"

"Which is chanting the scriptures." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Did you speak Mandarin in the previous paragraph?" Fang Chi felt a little overwhelmed.

"... God, I'm sorry, I don't have the listening test in the college entrance examination," Sun Wenqu tsk and picked up a plate of dumplings. "Is this going to be taken into the house?"

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

Fang Hui didn't speak much at lunch, and looked deeply painful for the helpless people in front of him. Fang Chi felt very happy and ate more than ten more dumplings.

Today's stuffing was chopped by grandma, and it was basically all meat, which was his favorite.

"Grandma, you are biased," Fang Yun said with a smile while eating, "Our family loves to eat such big meatball-like dumplings."

"Who said that I like it, too," Grandma ate a dumpling. "I will give you a single pound of vegetarian food tonight. Aren't you shouting all day long to lose weight?"

"Hate," Fang Yun leaned against her, "See if I'm losing weight?"

"I've lost weight, so I have to replenish my meat," Grandma picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, "Eat quickly."

After dinner, he finished packing up in a noisy way. Before dinner was made, there was nothing wrong. Second aunt started to set up two tables to play mahjong. Fang Chi was about to ask Sun Wenqu if he wanted to play, but he looked around and didn't see anyone else.

"Did Xiaochi come to the table?" asked the second uncle.

"I... won't give you money today." Fang Chi said with a smile.

Sun Wenqu probably went upstairs, so he turned around.

Sun Wenqu’s room was open. He was hesitating whether to chat for a while or go back to his house directly, but he felt that he was worried about staying in the messed-up room by Fang Hui, and saw Sun Wenqu calling with his cell phone.

Then go back to your own house.

Just as he was about to walk away, Sun Wenqu waved to him in the room: "Come in."

"You're calling." Fang Chi grabbed his head and entered the house.

"Ryozi," Sun Wenqu said, "It's okay."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, sat at the table, and took Zhang Gaosen's winter vacation diamond scroll for maths in his third year to write it comfortably to see if he could write a diamond.

Sun Wenqu leaned against the window and heard that the words were about Liangzi talking about the pot.

Fang Chi was embarrassed to listen carefully, put on his headphones and had already "peeked" by Sun Wenqu to make Tao. He told Ma Liang that he should not eavesdrop on his important matters again.

However, when Sun Wenqu’s face said serious content without a smile on his face, it was quite oppressive, which was the oppressive feeling that made people directly feel the difference.

"Is there no place to stay?" Sun Wenqu hung up the phone and pulled his headphones and asked.

"Well," Fang Chi looked down at the book, "They left after the third year of junior high school."

"Then where will you sleep these two nights?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"I..." Fang Chi's head fell down again, "Put it with my master."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu's hand reached in front of him, and raised his index finger to his head, "I'm not afraid of myopia, I licked it so hard."

"Listing is healthier." Fang Chi sat upright.

"You write it." Sun Wenqu turned around and raised his hand to take off his clothes.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment. Before he could come back to his senses, Sun Wenqu had already kicked off his pants and rushed to the bed. Fang Chi coughed at the diamond roll.

"What's wrong?" Sun Wenqu got into the quilt and looked at him.

"No," Fang Chi glanced at him, "You... take off your clothes and sleep?"

"What nonsense," said Sun Wenqu, "I slept with clothes last night and continued wearing them today?"

"...Oh," Fang Chi quickly fell back on the paper, "You go to bed."

last night.

last night.

To be honest, Fang Chi didn't really remember what happened last night.

Or, he remembered it clearly, but the whole memory was like watching the shaking camera, making him unable to tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

No.

Maybe he knew that it was reality but couldn't believe it.

Fang Chi stared at the paper and calculated the pen on the draft paper.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything or mention a word. It seemed that nothing had happened last night.

Fang Chi quietly looked at Sun Wenqu with his own eyes. Sun Wenqu was teasing Mr. Huang on his face to the wall and comforting him before going to bed. In this state, Sun Wenqu would make Fang Chi think that this is a child.

In the past, he would often think that Sun Wenqu was very naive, immature, and sometimes he was like a crazy person.

After getting deeper, I realized that the other side of Sun Wenqu was a little unfathomable.

When I feel it occasionally, the illusion that I am a peer with Sun Wenqu will disappear. I realized that this is a man who is ten years older than him, with talent, personality, and maybe a story.

"If you want to do the test paper, do it seriously. If you don't want to do it, don't waste time sitting stupidly. It's better to take a break or play mahjong twice." Sun Wenqu suddenly said to the wall.

"Hey?" Fang Chi was startled and turned to look at him, "I... are writing."

"You're writing a lot," Sun Wenqu turned his face at him, "Where are you writing a math paper, your pen is not moving. Are you a prodigy mentally?"

"Ahhhhhh," Fang Chi grabbed his head, "I've written and started writing."

"Be serious, I think no one in your family has expectations for you in the college entrance examination, so you can just carry yourself," said Sun Wenqu. "You don't have to worry about yourself, and no one will help you. At worst, you can go to the store to help. If you want to get the exam, make a little cruel. If you don't want to take the exam, don't bother yourself."

Fang Chi looked at him without saying anything.

"Did you understand? Well, I don't understand. Come and let me smoke it." Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"...I understand." Fang Chi said.

"Some are not, don't think about it. After the exam, there is time to think about it." Sun Wenqu said and turned over to face the wall.

Fang Chi was silent for a long time, put on his headphones, and began to write the paper.

I worked on the questions until before dinner. Fang Chi didn't stop for three hours. After finishing two papers, of course, there were still some that I couldn't do, and they were all empty.

Sun Wenqu and Mr. Huang have been sleeping for three hours and haven't even moved, just like they don't exist.

When Fang Chi took off the headphones, he heard Sun Wenqu’s breathing very lightly. However, Mr. Huang was snoring all the time, and it sounded like he was blocked by something.

Fang Chi stood up and moved for a while, his whole body became a little sore and swollen. He was not relieved to listen to Mr. Huang's snoring. Mr. Huang usually doesn't snore when he sleeps...

He walked to the bed and wanted to see why he snored, but General Huang was next to Sun Wenqu’s face and couldn’t see clearly what position he was.

"Mr. Huang," Fang Chi called it in a low voice, "Mr. Huang?"

Mr. Huang did not respond and continued to snore. He bent over and leaned into the bed: "Little sissy? Are you going to suffocate to death?"

At this angle, only one ear and a tail tip of Mr. Huang and one third of Sun Wenqu's side face were seen. He had to kneel on the bed with one leg, and his arm supported the bed and reached above Sun Wenqu.

Now I finally saw clearly that Mr. Huang's nose tip hit Sun Wenqu's arm.

"I can't hold you to death." Fang Chi said in a low voice, reached out and moved Mr. Huang carefully to the side.

Mr. Huang reluctantly hooked his tail.

Fang Chi felt something was wrong when the tip of his tail swept across Sun Wenqu’s chin.

When he left Mr. Huang and wanted to jump out of bed quickly, Sun Wenqu frowned and opened his eyes.

Fang Chi had no choice but to continue to maintain this position, and it seemed too guilty to jump away again.

Sun Wenqu probably slept quite heavily. He opened his eyes and stared at him in a daze. It took him ten seconds to speak: "Hmm?"

"I... Mr. Huang is snoring." Fang Chi pointed at Mr. Huang.

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu still reacted like this.
To be continued...