The New Year atmosphere in the festival is deeper than that in the village, and it is all full of red.

Although I felt it was boring to go to the market with my grandparents, I followed Sun Wenqu to go to the market. No, after visiting the market bowls and dishes, Fang Chi felt that it was still very chatty when he was walking with my grandparents.

Sun Wenqu didn't even go shopping. He walked to the two stalls selling jars and stood there. He stood beside him and watched. After standing for a while, he felt uncomfortable and sat on the car that was parked on the roadside.

This sat for nearly an hour.

Not to mention Fang Chi, even the boy couldn't stand it anymore and hummed and expressed his protest against the side of his legs.

"I'll buy some drinks," Fang Chi said to Sun Wenqu, "just beside him."

"Yeah," Sun Wenqu nodded, "Give me a cup of hot chocolate."

"Where are you dreaming?" Fang Chi shook his hand in front of his eyes. "This is the town, and having a cup of hot soy milk is considered to be keeping pace with the times."

"Then hot soy milk," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "It's okay to have hot milk. If you have pancakes, it's better to have a set..."

Fang Chi ignored him and turned around and walked away with the boy.

There are a lot of food in the market, especially the markets before the New Year. When I was a child, these were simply paradise for Fang Chi. Now, sometimes you can still dream in your dreams.

But if you eat it... he is okay to eat it. He always feels that the hygiene of these things will cause diarrhea after eating it like Sun Wenqu.

He went into a bakery, bought a box of milk and a bottle of water, ordered a few freshly baked bread, gave the boy two breads, and two for Sun Wenqu.

"The bread making skills in your town are pretty good," Sun Wenqu said while eating with milk and bread, "I just like this kind of bread that has no filling."

"I bought it casually, this one is the cheapest, one is 54 yuan." Fang Chi said honestly.

"What are the two more?" Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"Boy has eaten." Fang Chi pointed to the boy who was still begging for food with his tail shaking.

"It's not as high as my thigh, it eats as much as I do?" Sun Wenqu tsk.

"Because it's been waiting for you too hard," Fang Chi looked at the various bowls and jars piled beside him, "I just want to ask you, how long will you have to look at these things?"

"It's almost done," Sun Wenqu licked his fingers, "Is there any paper?"

"No," Fang Chi looked at him, "I usually rub my pants..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wenqu had already reached out to pinch his pants and rubbed them: "Do you have no idea about these things?"

"...I don't have any ideas," Fang Chi lowered his head and patted his pants. "When I was a child, I used this kind of rustic bowl or something at home, and I changed it to the best one later."

"I'm not talking about single ones," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm talking about these piles together, a whole, do you have any ideas?"

"So many," said Fang Chi, "when will it be sold out."

"Let's go," Sun Wenqu stood up, "go to find grandparents."

"Do you want to say what it feels like to look at them?" Fang Chi asked after him.

"Well," Sun Wenqu said slowly, "Watch them grow up. When you were a child, you used them to eat and drink water, and squatted by the jar and waited for your grandma to get you a bowl of pickles."

"If I say that, I will understand," said Fang Chi. "In comparison, I prefer the beautiful dishes I changed later, but these things will remind you of your childhood and what happened before, which is a bit...what to say..."

"Homesickness." Sun Wenqu turned around and smiled at him.

"...Yes, it's homesickness, right?" Fang Chi nodded, "You've been watching for this for a long time?"

"I'm not for homesickness, I want to see what homesickness is like." Sun Wenqu patted him on his shoulder.

To be honest, Fang Chi didn't understand what Sun Wenqu meant, but he didn't plan to understand it either.

The two favorite places when grandparents come to the market are: one is the raw meat shop and the other is the tool shop.

They went to the raw meat shop first and looked at it. They didn't see their grandparents. Fang Chi was about to turn around again. Sun Wenqu, who was walking next to him, suddenly took the boy's rope from his hand, pulled the boy and turned his head and left.

Fang Chi followed him inexplicably and heard Sun Wenqu whisper while walking: "Oh, I'm so scared. I'm going to kill sheep there and leave quickly. We kids will be scared to the point of rushing to the mountain..."

Fang Chi wanted to laugh a little, but also had the urge to go over and touch Sun Wenqu’s head.

While walking and looking at the tool shop, Fang Chi saw a series of couplets and window flowers selling over there, and suddenly remembered the couplet outside the yard.

"Did you write a couplet?" he asked Sun Wenqu.

"Hmm? Oh, I wrote it," Sun Wenqu said, "I have written a lot."

"I've written a lot?" Fang Chi was stunned, "Isn't it the one outside the yard?"

"Yes, your family is the only one," Sun Wenqu laughed after thinking about it, "I also wrote for other families in your village, probably there are about ten."

"No..." Fang Chi was shocked, "Did you ask you to write it?"

"Your grandfather showed off everywhere, saying that my family's Spring Festival couplets were customized this year! The only one! Written by a calligrapher! It's still a young calligrapher who can play the erhu," Sun Wenqu said while laughing, "As a result, a bunch of people came. Oh, your grandfather's love rival, the old man Jiang, has also come."

"Ah? Really come?" Fang Chi became interested as soon as he heard it. "Didn't the fight start? I told you that they were very funny in a fight! You can't persuade them to fight, you can't pull them. They have routines and will not get hurt for an hour. Someone who persuades them to fight and break the barrier will easily lead to accidental injuries."

When Sun Wenqu heard this, he laughed: "I didn't fight, I'm quite friendly, but your grandfather took him ten dollars, and others wrote it in vain."

"Hey, this old man is really." Fang Chi twitched.

"I've given the money," said Sun Wenqu, "I'll invite you to have something better than a 54-yuan bread, such as grilled fish?"

"Grilled fish," Fang Chi smiled, "I have changed from Tutu Tutu Georgia and the only tray of the sauna to grilled fish. It's still the grilled fish in our town. Do you know that there is only half of the fish..."

"I'm wandering now," Sun Wenqu interrupted him, "Can you understand me?"

"Why...the hell are you?" Fang Chi couldn't understand what kind of wind he was sucking this time, "Wandering."

"Nothing is wrong," Sun Wenqu stretched, "I am just like this, I do whatever I want. Today I will come, tomorrow I will leave."

"You..." Fang Chi opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he shut up.

I felt that Sun Wenqu was not very willing to talk about these things. A person like him suddenly ran to the countryside with no fixed place and had only seen an old man and a wife who had only seen twice rented a house. If the medicine had not been followed, there would be some reason why it was impossible to say it.

Grandpa and grandma were wandering around the tool shop, and they had already carried a lot of things in their hands. Fang Chi took them over and frowned as soon as he weighed them in his hand: "I bought so many more again, when will I eat them?"

"If you have it, buy it," said grandma, "and you didn't let you cook, you're still worried."

"Then shouldn't I help me with it?" Fang Chi smiled, "What are my grandfather looking at?"

"You know, I've been watching for a long time and I'm so annoyed!" Grandma said dissatisfied.

Grandpa’s hobby is to collect various tools. The stranger the better. He doesn’t like ordinary twisters, so he goes around the conference for a long time every time he goes to the conference.

But this time I didn't get much, and my grandfather didn't find anything that suited him.

However, Sun Wenqu bought some things, a bag of woodcutting and hatchets in the mountains, and a handmade cowhide wine bag made of freshly made.

"Why are you buying these?" Fang Chi couldn't help asking when he got into Uncle Zhang's car and walked back. These things are not as good as handicrafts, they are all things used by farmers every day. Whether in style or workmanship, they are all very primitive.

"I didn't think it through," Sun Wenqu looked at the things in his hand, "I just found it interesting."

"It's good to scare people when you are wandering," Fang Chi said, "just don't let people see that your knife bag is empty."

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

The empty knife bag was soon gone. As soon as he arrived home, my grandfather took a new hatchet and gave it to Sun Wenqu: "This is a good knife, much better than the one sold at the market. If you cut bones, you will cut them with one knife."

"Thank you grandpa." Sun Wenqu took the knife and put it in the knife bag. "It's quite suitable."

"Do you give him this?" Fang Chi was a little worried. For someone like Sun Wenqu who leaned on him wherever he went, he always felt that the knife would fall on his feet one day.

"Do you want it? I have one more handful." Grandpa said.

"I don't want it." Fang Chi shook his head. It was probably Sun Wenqu who thought these things he had seen since childhood that he was a child.

Sun Wenqu was still the same as before, and he took the things upstairs and went into the house and did not come out again.

Fang Chi and his parents were chatting in the living room. They basically asked each other. Fang Chi answered, and the questions were quite routine, how did they review, how did they be in school, and how did they live normally.

"It's pretty good." Fang Chi's answer can be used from beginning to end.

In fact, although my parents don’t think going to college like grandma, they don’t have much hope for him. Just be safe and sound.

Fang Chi went to the market to stroll around, no review or read books, and they didn't say anything.

At noon, my mother made the noodles with soy sauce. Grandma served a bowl of Sun Wenqu and shouted downstairs: "Shuiqu--"

"Hey—come—" Sun Wenqu responded upstairs and ran down.

Fang Chi originally wanted to bring him upstairs, but he didn't have the service attentively, but he just wanted to see what Sun Wenqu was doing in the house.

If you want to make Tao, except Shuaishuai and Monkey, you didn’t see him making anything else. If you want to say you didn’t do it, you won’t come out of Tmall’s house all the time.

Sun Wenqu was holding the noodles and preparing to go upstairs. Fang Chi also brought the bowl of noodles, followed him for two steps and stopped.

"Come on a chat?" Sun Wenqu turned around and looked at him.

"Oh." Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and went upstairs with him into the house.

"Has your skills of cooking noodles been inherited from your mother?" Sun Wenqu sat down beside the bed and said while picking noodles, "It's very fragrant."

"My grandpa's dashes are well made." Fang Chi looked around and sat on a chair.

"Did you grow up with your grandparents?" Sun Wenqu asked after taking a bite of noodles.

"Well, that's right, I went to the county town when I was in junior high school," Fang Chi saw a large sketchbook on the table next to him, and there were many bottles and jars drawn with pencils. It was a bit far away and couldn't see clearly, but he didn't have the nerve to look over, "My parents are in the county town."

"Do you open a store?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"I opened an agricultural machinery store," said Fang Chi, "Do you check your household registration?"
To be continued...