There have been many people returning to the city these two days. The bus is rushing to pick up people. Fang Chi got on the bus and drove as soon as he stopped. He didn't have to find a seat and looked out the window first. He only saw Sun Wenqu's raised arm, and the car had already driven out.

He was a little depressed and squeezed backwards while looking at the rear window. Only a blurry figure was seen standing on the side of the road, and a small shadow ran behind the car for a while.

The kid always did this, following the car for a while, then turned around and ran back.

"If you sit or not, I will put things if I don't sit." An uncle next to me said.

There was only one seat left behind the car. The uncle had put his bag on the seat, but when he saw him coming, he took it away and hugged it.

"Sit." Fang Chi put his bag in the aisle and sat down.

The uncle stuffed the bag into the gap between their legs. Fang Chi put the cat bag between his feet, clamped it with his feet to prevent it from sliding. Then he lowered his head and took out the rich mp3 from Sun Wenqu and plugged it in his headphones.

When Sun Wenqu Jizi's song, Fang Chi was shocked when he heard it that day. In order to prevent him from feeling the roar of the top ten tortures again, he turned the sound down before putting on his headphones.

It is a guitar song, combined with a piano.

It sounds pretty nice, Fang Chi turned the sound up.

If you want to say that a good machine is indeed a good machine, it sounds quite obvious that it is different from yours.

Fang Chi leaned against the seat and closed his eyes.

After listening to a song, he felt quite comfortable, but in order to prevent unexpected roars, he quickly turned the volume down. However, the next song was still a very soothing song, the flute, the sound of drums from afar, and the sound of running water.

He lowered his head and turned on the music library in the machine to read it. There were not many songs, about dozens of songs, but he couldn't find a death metal rock similar to the kind I heard that day. Many of the song titles were in Chinese, and you could tell that it was very quiet when you read the song titles.

Sun Wenqu seemed to have changed all the songs.

Fang Chi took out his cell phone and sent a message to Sun Wenqu.

Have you changed the songs?

Two minutes later, Sun Wenqu’s message came back.

Of course I have to change it. I was afraid that the previous songs would scare you to be the top scorer in the country and then Fan Jin passed the exam.

There is also a photo of the boy below, probably taken by the boy when he was calling at Sun Wenqu.

The timing of the capture was so beautiful that it happened to capture the boy's mouth flying up, revealing four canine teeth. It looked fierce and ugly, mainly because it was ugly.

Sun Wenqu’s photography skills were also good enough, and Fang Chi laughed for a long time.

When the car arrived in the city, it was getting dark. Fang Chi got out of the car with two big bags and a cat bag, took a taxi back to the house he rented.

I called my dad to report it first, and then sent a message to Sun Wenqu.

I arrived and the house was covered in dust.

I asked the housekeeping department to clean up. Sun Wenqu came back.

Corruption, I will deal with it myself.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up. There is nothing in the house. Apart from the furniture and appliances provided by the landlord, Fang Chi’s own things are clothes and books, as well as some rock climbing equipment. It is difficult to mess up, that is, to wipe the dust.

But he wiped the table and chairs, and ignored everything else.

He covered the bed with a sheet, and now he just pulled it off and threw it over to the washing machine. The quilt was sunburned before leaving, but it smelled very fragrant now.

Fang Chi put Mr. Huang out of the cat bag. Mr. Huang ran around the house twice and jumped onto the sofa to make a ball. He quickly sorted out the things, then took a shower, fed Mr. Huang, and then cooked a bowl of noodles for himself.

When he was eating noodles, his cell phone rang, he picked it up and took a look. It was Xiao Yiming's phone number.

"Happy New Year." Fang Chi answered the phone.

"Happy New Year," Xiao Yiming smiled, "Are you back?"

"Just come back," Fang Chi said, "why?"

"Xu Zhou and I are at the school. Are you here?" Xiao Yiming asked, "Xu Zhou treats you."

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment: "Go."

"Then we will wait for you, and the Boiling Fish Township opposite the school." Xiao Yiming said.

He had just eaten a bite of the noodles and didn't want to waste it. Fang Chi ate half a bowl, and there was still half a bowl left. He picked up a chopstick and gave it to Mr. Huang, but Mr. Huang expressed disdain to eat it, so he had to carry the bowl downstairs.

Stray cats and stray dogs are OK.

However, he stood on the roadside downstairs for ten minutes in the wind, and even no mouse passed by was seen.

I met the landlord who lived in the same community driving by. When I saw him, the landlord was surprised to put down the car window: "Xiao Fang, where are you... having dinner?"

"Ah." Fang Chi was stunned.

"Is it frozen?" the landlord looked at him.

"No..." Fang Chi looked down at the noodles in the bowl, "I want to feed the cat."

"You're stupid," the landlord laughed. "How could a wild dog and a wild cat run around? I've been hiding from the ground, so I'll go back quickly."

"Oh." Fang Chi grabbed his head and went upstairs with a bowl.

The noodles were poured out in the end, but fortunately they picked out all the meat and ate it... I would have finished it if I had known it.

The shop in Feitengyu Township was very boiling and the crowds were crowded. Fang Chi turned around but didn't see anyone, so he called Xiao Yiming again. Then, under Xiao Yiming's instructions, he turned around the corridor and went to the hall behind and saw Xu Zhou and his group of people.

"Have Xu Zhou made a fortune?" Fang Chi sat down next to Xiao Yiming.

"The last madness," Xu Zhou smiled after ordering the dishes, and sighed again, "The nightmare is about to begin."

"Not necessarily," said Xiao Yiming, "Just don't put the goal too high."

"Of course you won't be there anymore," Xu Zhou sighed again. Xiao Yiming's grades are not outstanding, but they are considered good. "We are just as uncomfortable as we are not up or down, right? Fang Chi?"

"Hmm?" Fang Chi smiled, "I'll try it."

"Oh!" Liang Xiaotao clapped his hands, "Fang Chi suddenly woke up, and my tears were flowing down my eyes."

Fang Chi handed her a tissue: "Blow your nose."

Several people laughed at the table.

"Do you have any goal?" Xiao Yiming asked in a low voice while eating.

"Target?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"School, haven't you said you didn't think about it before?" Xiao Yiming said.

"I haven't thought about it now," Fang Chi took a sip of the soup, "I'll take the exam first and then think about it. Anyway, I don't have a good exam, and I don't have a chance to go anywhere."

"Yes," Xiao Yiming thought, "But I feel that there is nothing wrong with you... I'm at my grandfather's house during the New Year?"

"Well, I didn't go anywhere else," Fang Chi nodded, "I've been at home in just a few days. By the way, my grandmother asked me to bring you a pack of food, and I'll take the school to the future."

"Is it a sausage? I really like to eat the sausages made by your grandfather." Xiao Yiming asked with a smile.

"Yes, and there are other things. Anyway, they will never forget you when they come back." Fang Chi smiled.

Xiao Yiming looked at him, and seemed to want to say something but didn't say anything.

"How?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"No," Xiao Yiming also looked at him, "I think it's a little different for you to spend a few days in the New Year."

"Are you handsome?" Fang Chi asked.

"It's not as handsome as me," Xiao Yiming laughed, "I can't say it, it's different from the New Year before you. I was always in a state of sluggishness."

"I didn't beat Fang Hui this year, and I didn't consume much energy, so I'm more energetic." Fang Chi said.

"It's another year that he still deserves a beating?" Xiao Yiming sighed, "It's really hard to extricate himself if this person is addicted to the second pussy."

Fang Chi was happy: "What about your lifelong career."

After the meal, the group did not do any other activities and were taken home by their parents' serial calls.

Fang Chi and Xiao Yiming were waiting together. The weather was cold and the taxi were called out. Occasionally, five or six people could pounce on an empty car at the same time.

"This is for you to play with." Xiao Yiming took out a box from his pocket and handed it to him.

"What?" Fang Chi took it and looked at it. It was a lighter. "Did you buy it?"

"I'm here for someone else to give it to my dad. I'm coming after several of my dads. You can take it and play with it." Xiao Yiming said with a smile.

"I'm quitting smoking," Fang Chi smiled, "Is there anyone like you?"

"I let you play but I didn't let you light a cigarette," Xiao Yiming pulled his collar. "Didn't you collect a lot of them before? This is a commemorative version."

"Thank you," Fang Chi put the box in his pocket, "I still remember this."

"I have a good memory." Xiao Yiming leaned against the billboard.

Fang Chi's cell phone rang, and he took it out and saw the message from Sun Wenqu.

Your grandma found a pair of pants and said it was yours and she had to send it to you.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment. He brought two pairs of pants back in total, and they all came back. Where did he forget to bring pants?

It was cold and he was too lazy to type, so he replied directly: "It's not mine, I've brought all my pants back."

Sun Wenqu also replied to him with a voicemail and laughed loudly: "Your grandma said she had seen you wear it! It was from you when you were a child. She was so thin and her style was very alternative."

After saying that, he sent him a photo. Fang Chi saw it and was depressed: "This is Fang Hui! Can I stuff this chicken pants in? Let my grandma throw it away. It's okay to put the kid's nest, hurry up."
To be continued...