"Your son?" Ma Liang hesitated for a moment and took Sun Wenqu's cell phone, "Fang, Fang, Fang... Fuck, you kiss shamelessly. Is it so good to care about Huagudu? How about you?"

"I must pay attention to me." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"What, what do you say?" Ma Liang didn't dial and looked at him, "Did you look at that guy?"

"There is nothing I don't like. I'm too young," Sun Wenqu leaned on the back of the chair and tsk, "I think he is, so I just teased a few words. He said he is not, so I won't tease him."

"Yes, no?" Ma Liang asked.

"He said no, it was not." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Then, sure," Ma Liang also smiled, "Maybe it's interesting to you."

"It's hard to say," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "This kid is the kind of person who is particularly prone to guilt... it's not accurate, it's just... do you understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand." Ma Liang said.

"Just before he paid off my 100,000 yuan," Sun Wenqu said, "whenever I say anything, he will endure it, because he owes me money."

"Oh," Ma Liang pulled his phone, "Well, tell him to come over?"

"Forget it," Sun Wenqu held Ma Liang's hand, "It's the end of the term, the exam is coming soon, so don't bother him, call him a designated driver."

"Yes," Ma Liang called a familiar driver and came over, "You can find a house, have you found it?"

"I haven't looked for it," Sun Wenqu stretched, "No hurry."

"Yes," Ma Liang nodded, "I have to sleep in the bridge hole before I can worry."

Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and was happy for a long time.

Is it urgent?

There is no hurry.

Sun Wenqu didn't think there was anything urgent.

But there is no rush... the vague uneasiness in his heart over the past period has caused his already poor sleep quality to fall to his historical lowest point.

Is it anxious or depressed?

Even if I beat Li Bowen up, this feeling still did not relieve it.

What's wrong This is.

A failed, pretentious work.

After being splashed with Sun Wenqu on the way home that day, Fang Chi never contacted Sun Wenqu again.

Not long after, Fang Ying took the initiative to take 20,000 yuan, which was halfway. He said that he could pay back the rest before the holiday, which was just enough to cover the three-month period. However, Sun Wenqu was not short of money and didn't care much about the 100,000 yuan, so he didn't report it again.

His seemingly familiar relationship with Sun Wenqu was temporarily broken off without embarrassment. Sun Wenqu no longer contacted him, and he seemed to have no other reason to contact Sun Wenqu again.

This is what he hopes, and he is unwilling to face Sun Wenqu again.

However, that day, Sun Wenqu's somewhat lonely back was lingering in Fang Chi's mind, and he could remember it from time to time.

When cooking noodles.

When the question cannot be solved.

When looking at the two paintings on the wall.

When Mr. Huang practices iron sand palms in front of the food bowl.

When I heard the song Shepherd in my headphones.

Many, many times.

Sometimes Fang Chi thinks this is really amazing. He only spent a few months with this person, but he can remember so much. However, so many things happened to each other, but it is only maintained by the so-called service contract.

Once that thing is declared invalid, everything will stop and disappear.

I never knew this person before.

This year's winter vacation is late, so the school is almost taking New Year's Eve to make up for classes.

As soon as the holiday was on Fang Chi, he went to find Fang Ying. Fang Ying reluctantly took another 40,000, saying that he asked his parents for a part of it and tried his best. He still couldn't get it out. He still had to keep money for the New Year.

"I will pay it back after the New Year," Fang Ying said in a low voice, "I have been looking for money in the past three months, but I really can't find it anymore. You don't know that when I asked my mother for money, she wanted to cut me with a knife... This was all collected by selling the bracelets my grandma had given to me..."

"Repaid it after the New Year." Fang Chi paused when he heard the bracelet, but he still took the money. Even if he really sold the bracelet, he didn't want the money, and Fang Ying would not get the bracelet back, and the money would not be left behind.

The ten thousand Fang Chi who was still missing didn't bother her and took the money from his savings to make up for it. One reason was that he was anxious to go home to see his grandparents, and the other reason was that he had to give the money to Sun Wenqu on time.

After withdrawing all the money from the bank, Fang Chi loaded all the money in a paper bag and took a taxi to Sun Wenqu’s house.

It seems that he hasn't seen Sun Wenqu for a long time. When he thinks of Sun Wenqu's lazy and half-dead snake egg appearance, he inexplicably begins to feel a little nervous.

But what is even more inexplicable is that although he was a little nervous, he accelerated his pace when he walked on the path leading to Sun Wenqu’s family.

He didn't dare to think about why this was.

However, when he walked outside the Sun Wenqu family's yard, he really didn't have time to think about this.

There was a car parked outside the yard. He had never seen this car before. Sun Wenqu’s car was the Beetle. He had not yet figured out whether the car was Sun Wenqu’s or Ma Liang’s.

Just as Sun asked if there was a guest in Qu whether he wanted to ring the doorbell, the door inside opened and a man walked out, holding a folder in his hand and a work sign hanging around his neck.

Fang Chi was stunned. Is this... an agent?

"It's roughly the case," the man turned to the back and said, "The price of a house that is less than ten years old is rare."

"There is no decoration," a woman walked out, and there was an old lady next to her. "I have to spend so much money to decorate."

"Even if it is renovated, it will have to be renovated if it doesn't suit your wishes, and it's even more troublesome," the man said, looking up and seeing Fang Chi standing outside the yard, "Do you have something to do?"

"I'm looking for someone," Fang Chi felt a little unconscious, "I'm looking for Sun Wenqu."

"Sun Wenqu?" The man thought for a while, "I don't know you, the owner of this house is not called Sun Wenqu."

"...Then is this house going to be sold?" Fang Chi asked.

"Yes." The man nodded and looked at him again, probably judging whether he had the ability to buy a house. Then he ignored him and turned around and continued to talk to the woman.

Fang Chi walked to the small garden on the side and was a little shocked. Sun Wenqu’s house was not Sun Wenqu’s name, which was nothing, but the house was sold suddenly?

Fang Chi took out his cell phone and dialed Sun Wenqu’s number.

"Sorry, the number you called has been suspended..." The sound from the phone made Fang Chi stunned. He listened three times with his cell phone before hanging up the phone.

Service Unavailable?

What's the meaning?

Ringtone?

Fang Chi dialed the number again. Xu Zhou had used similar ringtones before. If the number you dialed has been hijacked, please bring a set of pancakes and fruits to redeem it...

After dialing the number twice, Fang Chi confirmed that this was not a ringtone.

Sun Wenqu’s number has been shut down.

Fang Chi stood in the small garden, watching the people watching the house get in the car and leave, and then walked back to the door of the yard. After hesitating for a moment, he jumped over the wall and jumped into the yard.

The flowers in the yard have withered, there are many fallen leaves on the ground, and they have not been cleaned.

He walked to the window and wanted to look in, but the curtains were pulled up and there was nothing to see, and the windowsill was covered with dust.

It seems that Zisun Wenqu has been away for at least half a month.

Fang Chi stood in the yard with some confusion. What happened?

Just as Fang Chi was hesitating whether to pry open the window and go in and take a look, someone came over behind him. He turned around and saw a security guard standing outside the yard.

He had seen this person. When he was catching the thief that day, the security guard asked him who was here.

"Why are you jumping every day? No one lives here, you still jump," the security guard stood outside the yard and waved to him, "Come out quickly, I'll catch you like this."

Fang Chi had to go out again: "Do you know what's going on? Why did you suddenly sell the house?"

"I don't know," said the security guard, "are you not his friend? You don't know either?"

"I have not contacted him for almost two months," Fang Chi frowned, "Do you know when he... moved out? Did he move out?"

"I moved away, and the house was empty," the security guard replied. "It has been almost a month since I moved away. During this period, people have come to see the house every day. I guess it is because my family is urgent to sell it. I don't know anymore. I'll give me a picture of it before leaving."

"What word?" Fang Chi asked immediately.

"I won't cover my eyes or something this day," the security guard smiled. "I think it's pretty good, but we rough people like us don't understand these things, and we don't know where to hang them."

"I can..." Fang Chi scratched his head with a little embarrassed look, "Let's see?"

"Look?" said the security guard, "How about you take it, do you like it?"

"Okay." Fang Chi said immediately.

Sun Wenqu moved out and the phone could not be reached.

Fang Chi sat on the chair and looked at the words he brought from the security guard.

The security guard didn't know where to hang it, and he didn't know where to hang it. The walls of his house were covered in dust. Except for the Q-version Mr. Huang, the official Mr. Huang sent him by Sun Wenqu, he didn't have the nerve to hang it up.

What's wrong with Sun Wenqu?
To be continued...