"So what?" Fang Chi turned his head and looked at him.

"Child," Sun Wenqu tsk, "You don't understand."

Fang Chi didn't say anything. He really didn't understand what Sun Wenqu was thinking. Maybe it was because of the different living environment. He couldn't understand what Sun Wenqu had to do without doing anything in life.

But... maybe it's because of this that I feel boring and can't find the direction to work hard.

"You really haven't been to work?" Fang Chi couldn't help asking again.

Sun Wenqu laughed for a long time: "Hey, there is no, is it? Is it counting to go to work after being thrown away by my dad for a few years?"

"Are you getting a salary?" Fang Chi asked, "No, are you working?"

"There is no work I can do." Sun Wenqu said.

"Then you really haven't been to work," said Fang Chi, "It's amazing to play for thirty years."

"I'm envious?" Sun Wenqu took his cup and took a sip of tea, "Then let's change it."

"Are you... thirsty?" Fang Chi looked at him in surprise, then jumped up, "I'll bring you a cup."

"No," Sun Wenqu grabbed his pants with his hand, "I'll just take a sip."

"Hey, don't pull my pants." Fang Chi quickly tilted his pants, hesitated and sat down.

"It's quite a big young man, I was shocked and did you have the courage to have two dollars?" Sun Wenqu said lazily, taking his cup and taking another sip.

"No, don't you just take a sip if you don't say it?" Fang Chi glared at him.

"What's wrong, I just say a few words, is it just a few words? The boy slapped me twice, is it just a few words? I just take a few sips, is it just a few sips?" Sun Wenqu said slowly, while taking another sip, "Your creditor will drink two sips of tea for you. It's not a good tea. I'll go to my place tomorrow to pay you two cans of good tea. I can choose any green tea and black tea."

"I don't mean that." Fang Chi said in a muffled voice.

"Then what do you mean," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "Are you afraid that I will be sick to infect you? I'm not sick again."

"You are not sick, you are a nerve." Fang Chi said helplessly.

"The nerves are not contagious." Sun Wenqu answered very confidently, and picked up the cup and took another sip.

Fang Chi jumped up again: "I! Get you a cup!"

"No, I won't drink anymore." Sun Wenqu couldn't stop laughing.

"I'll get you a cup." Fang Chi walked towards the stairs.

After walking two steps, Sun Wenqu grabbed his arm. When he was about to shake off Sun Wenqu's hand, Sun Wenqu suddenly exerted force and pulled him back.

Fang Chi staggered two steps and was surprised to find that Sun Wenqu, who was too lazy to hibernate every day, was actually quite powerful.

But before he could finish surprise, Sun Wenqu hooked his arm around his neck and held it behind him.

Fang Chi suddenly felt all his hair bounced up.

"You, what," Sun Wenqu's voice rang in his ears, "Do you hate me, or... are you afraid of me?"

The sound was very low, and it was tickling across his neck. Fang Chi even felt Sun Wenqu breathing behind his ears. At this moment, he felt like a picture of a running bull in his mind, and the cow's hooves were stomping on it.

"You said, why?" Sun Wenqu said softly, with a faint smile in his voice, "This boy is really strange."

When Fang Chi realized that he wanted to throw him away, Sun Wenqu suddenly let go of him and sat back in the chair: "Go and get the cup, why don't you give me a cup of hot chocolate?"

Fang Chi didn't look back or speak. He settled down the stairs after a few seconds.

Sun Wenqu entered the house and took a small blanket out, leaned on the back of the chair and slid down, put his legs on another chair, covered it with a blanket, and closed his eyes.

The night wind in the mountains is cool, but after taking a shower, I covered myself with a blanket, and I still felt comfortable to blow like this.

The mountains here are different from those on the previous construction site. The construction site is full of soil. The soil is usually dug very ugly and dirty. When you go to bed at night, you can hear the sound of workers drinking, playing cards and chatting, which makes people irritated.

Now this feeling of relaxing after two days of fatigue is really a pleasure.

Fang Chi didn't bring the cup, and of course there was no hot chocolate. Sun Wenqu probably won't come tonight, and maybe he has to take the bus by himself tomorrow morning...

Sun Wenqu was amused for a moment, took Fang Chi's cup and took another sip of tea, stood up and prepared to lie back to the house.

As soon as I stood up, I saw a small piece of smoke floating from below the edge of the rooftop.

He walked over and looked down, and Fang Chi sat on the steps in the backyard to smoke.

He didn't walk away, but stretched his arms over the railing and looked down at Fang Chi.

From this perspective, Fang Chi, who holds a cigarette in her mouth, is a little different from usual. Fang Chi is usually happy or angry, and she is the kind of stupid boy in her teens.

Fang Chi looked a little bored now.

Sun Wenqu curled his lips in his heart, and he didn't really care about him, so he was so worried.

It really makes people want to think too much.

After smoking a cigarette, Fang Chi got up and went back to the house. Sun Wenqu yawned and returned to the house.

The house was clean and clean, but the furnishings were very simple, with a small wardrobe, an old desk, and a wooden bed.

Fang Chi probably lived in this room since he was a child. He walked to the desk and drew a lot of deep and shallow paintings with a knife and strokes on the table. The drawings were all ugly, and it was obvious that they were randomly drawn when doing homework.

He took a pen from his bag, sat at the desk, found an open space, and slowly traced the dog upwards.

When he was thinking about whether to draw another grandparents or Fang Chi, the door of the room was pushed open, and Fang Chi walked in with a small milk pot.

"Knock on the door," Sun Wenqu said, "What if I take off all."

Fang Chi didn't say anything, and came over to put the milk pot on the desk, and looked at the dog he drew.

The milk pot is filled with fragrant hot chocolate, and a layer of crumbled peanuts are sprinkled on it.

"God, thank you, thank you so much, I'm touching China," Sun Wenqu leaned over and took a deep breath, almost buried his face in the pot, "I thought you were asleep."

Fang Chi still didn't say anything, turned around and walked out again, and took the door with him.

"Hey, I'm just drinking like that?" Sun Wenqu asked at the door.

Sun Wenqu looked at the milk pot, sighed, got up, opened the door and ran downstairs.

Just as I was about to go to the kitchen to get a spoon, I saw Fang Chi walking in from outside and holding a small spoon in my hand.

"Fang Chi," Sun Wenqu took the spoon and looked at Fang Chi, who immediately turned his back to him and began to tidy up the bedding on the sofa, "What... just now..."

Fang Chi's movements stopped.

"Sorry," Sun Wenqu cleared his throat, "I am..."

"I know," Fang Chi said in a muffled voice, "Go to bed, I'll wake up early tomorrow, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with the third class."

"Good night," said Sun Wenqu.

"Good night." Fang Chi responded.

Sun Wenqu went back upstairs and drank the hot chocolate very enjoyable. He went downstairs to wash and passed by the sofa. He saw Fang Chi stepping on one leg on the ground, his arm on his eyes, as if he was asleep.

The sofa is indeed a little small, and Fang Chi can't sleep like that.

Long arms and long legs.

Sun Wenqu walked to the yard, and the boy was sleeping beside Chai Shao. When he saw him coming, he shook his tail.

Long arms and long legs.

The night in the village is quiet, with no neon lights and no street lights, but it is very bright, with moonlight and starlight snow-white sprinkling on the roofs and road surfaces.

Fang Chi's bed was a wooden bed, which was a bit hard. Sun Wenqu twisted around until midnight before falling asleep in a daze.

Meng Li always felt sore in her body, and she was confused and couldn't tell whether it was the injury of the fall or the bed board was too hard and it was not bad. It shouldn't be difficult. The old man is not that delicate, but why does his fingers...

pain!

pain!

It hurts!

When Sun Wenqu rolled down from the upper floor, Fang Chi was a little confused about going to the toilet, but was so scared that he sat up.

"Damn!" Sun Wenqu rushed over with shock, and shouted in a low voice, "You have a rat at home!"

"Ah," Fang Chi was not fully awake yet, "Yes."

"You're still biting?" Sun Wenqu stared at him.

"Don't bite," Fang Chi also glared at him, "I didn't bite me."
Chapter completed!