"I'll stop..." Fang Chi's legs were about to slide down, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw a very familiar person sitting in front of the climbing wall in the membership area, leaning against a chair and watching him.

Sun Wenqu?

"Why are you here?" Fang Chi walked over and looked at him in surprise.

"I... go and do something, pass by here," Sun Wenqu looked at his phone, "It's 11 o'clock, it's early, so stay here for a while."

"Oh," Fang Chi responded and didn't know what to say. Looking at Sun Wenqu's face seemed to be bad today, he paused, "Are you not sick?"

"Hey, why are you so fucking?" Sun Wenqu was happy.

"You don't deserve it," Fang Chi felt a little embarrassed, "I mean your face looks a little ugly."

"Is that right?" Sun Wenqu touched his face, "I was worried."

"I'm idle, right?" Fang Chi looked at the rock wall. There were not many people today. He pointed at the wall, "Do you want to play for a while?"

"Do you teach me?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I won't be a coach," said Fang Chi, "I don't have time."

"Yeah, so arrogant," Sun Wenqu took a sip of the drink in his hand. "Okay, go and tell me, don't worry about me, I'll leave when I'm at the right time."

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and turned back to the training area.

"Is this the rich second-generation Luo Peng and others together?" Chen Xiang asked.

"Yes," Fang Chi took a sip of water, squatted down and tidied up his shoes again, "I said I was passing by and taking a look."

"I just asked you how you have been reviewing recently and haven't answered me yet," said Chen Xiang.

"It's pretty good," Fang Chi smiled, "I haven't been criticized anyway."

"Do you need to reduce the amount of training?" Chen Xiang asked.

"No," Fang Chi shook his head, "That's all the fun."

"That's OK." Chen Xiang smiled and patted his shoulder.

Fang Chi picked a new route and looked back when he was about to go up. Sun Wenqu was still sitting there, looking at him with no expression on his face.

When Fang Chi picked up the rock spots and started climbing, he was a little nervous, and he couldn't say why. According to the usual training, there were a lot of people watching, and he didn't feel anything, but when Sun Wenqu stared at him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The legs are quite long.

Always thinking about this sentence.

Is it long?

But Fang Chi recovered from his state after a few minutes and returned to the enjoyment during the climbing process.

The newly picked route was difficult. He stopped a few times in the middle, thinking about the next step while shaking his hands. Sweat had soaked his clothes, but he liked this feeling very much.

The sense of accomplishment at that moment when he reached the end of the release rock point made him happy for a long time.

However, when he was sliding down and looking back with some smugness to look at Sun Wenqu, he found that Sun Wenqu was no longer sitting there before.

Leaving?

After Fang Chi came down, he looked around again, and finally walked to the outdoor venue and glanced at him, but he didn't see Sun Wenqu.

Really gone.

Fang Chi sat on the chair and drank two sips of water, and suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Not successful...

"Have you arrived?" Sun Yao called.

"It's almost done." Sun Wenqu held one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding the phone, and walked slowly back to the wind.

"Didn't you tell you 11 o'clock?" Sun Yao seemed a little dissatisfied, "It was you who said you wanted to talk to your dad about the time I made for you. What does your attitude mean?"

"It's not until 11 o'clock," Sun Wenqu said weakly.

"What you said, are you going home or going for an interview? Do you have to pinch your mind when you go home? "Sun Yao's voice raised, "Ask Qu, if you want this attitude today, you don't want to go."

"Then I'll go back." Sun Wenqu said.

"Sun Wenqu!" Sun Yao's voice was already filled with anger.

"I know, I know," Sun Wenqu frowned, "It's coming soon."

When he entered the community, Sun Wenqu was stopped by the security guard at the door and asked him to register.

"What registration?" Sun Wenqu was a little annoyed, "I still need to register when I get home?"

"Go home? I know all the residents here, and I can recognize them who come here often. I have never seen you," the security guard looked him up and down, "Can you tell me the house number?"

"I don't remember it." Sun Wenqu said.

"Then you have to register." The security guard stared at him.

"I won't register." Sun Wenqu said.

"Then you call the owner..." said the security guard.

"I don't remember the number." Sun Wenqu sat on a chair at the door of the security room and watched the traffic coming and going on the street.

"Sir, I'll call the police if you do this." The security guard picked up the phone.

"Report." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Sun Yao's car turned in from outside, honked the horn, and the security guard opened the door after seeing the license plate.

Sun Wenqu leaned against the chair and didn't move. When the car passed by the security room door, he stopped and lowered the window.

Sun Yao appeared in front of him with a frown face: "What are you doing here?"

"Don't let in." Sun Wenqu said.

"Do you know this gentleman?" the security guard asked Sun Yao, "He can't tell the house number and can't report the owner's phone number..."

"It's my brother," Sun Yao smiled at the security guard, then looked at Sun Wenqu again, "Get in the car!"

I don’t remember how long it took for me to come. Even if the security guard didn’t change people, I wouldn’t remember a person who hadn’t been there for several years. Sun Wenqu looked out the window. If he came in by himself, he might not be able to find where his home was.

"Talk to dad later," Sun Yao parked his car into the underground garage, "put away your annoying theory."

"What trick?" Sun Wenqu glanced at her.

"You are his son, not his works!" Sun Yao looked at him, "You are not a child anymore, you can't always be a child's temper. How can you do everything by your own temperament?"

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything.

"If you are the same this time, no one can help you." Sun Yao opened the car door and got out of the car.

Sun Wenqu followed Sun Yao and walked into the door of the house. My mother seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As soon as the living room door opened, she came up and said, "Yunqu."

"Mom." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Hey, let's see," my mother held his shoulder and stared at him for a long time. "It didn't change much, it just seemed black."

Sun Wenqu hadn't seen his mother for three years. Now he looked at her but couldn't tell what it felt like. Her mother was still the same, calm and elegant, just like what he had seen in his memory over the years, three feet above the ground.

At this moment, he couldn't even feel whether his mother was very happy to see him or not, so he just went over and hugged her gently.

My dad didn't show up, probably waiting to meet him in the studio on the second floor.

"Your dad is upstairs," my mom patted him on the shoulder, "Go up and have a good chat with him."

"I'm hungry." Sun Wenqu smelled the fragrance of the vegetables, probably doing it.

"It's not done yet, and you can have a meal after the chat," said my mother, "Go up."

Sun Wenqu was not very willing to see his father. He would rather finish the meal first with a low pressure than talk to his father alone in the room full of pottery.

But now he can only go upstairs with his teeth and come, although his purpose is to determine whether his father has really given him an ultimatum.

Pushing open the door of the room at the end of the second floor, Sun Wenqu suddenly felt a little breathful.

I have moved my family many times, but a private studio for my dad will be left in each house. The layout of this studio will always be exactly the same.

No matter when Sun Wenqu walked into which studio, he would instantly recall his depressed and bored feeling when he was a child.

My dad sat in front of the turntable by the window and didn't move when he heard him coming in.

Sun Wenqu brought the door and cleared his throat: "Dad."

"Come?" Dad turned his head.

"Yes." Sun Wenqu responded.

"I thought you were so promising," the father sneered, "I'd better be afraid of losing money, I'm afraid I can't take my little boyfriend around the mountains?"
Chapter completed!