This action is actually nothing to Fang Chi, it is considered a comfort. There are quite a few people who have pinned this way.

However, after pinching, he and Sun Wenqu were both stunned.

Sun Wenqu turned his head and looked at Fang Chi's hand that was still on his shoulder, then looked at Fang Chi and smiled: "Suddenly I feel like you are now Liangzi."

Fang Chi also smiled, rubbed his nose with a little embarrassed, and turned his face to look at the yard downstairs: "That middle-aged fat man is my second uncle, and his hands are very strong. When I was a child, he could lift me up with one hand and put it on his shoulders. The idiot boy wearing glasses is his son..."

Sun Wenqu smiled and looked downstairs with him.

"When I was a kid, I was not a fool, but after I went to school, I suddenly became a fool. I always thought that he had been studying since elementary school. I had always thought that he had been studying idiot majors since elementary school..." Fang Chi poked his fingers back and forth on the glass, explaining very much, "Heihu was heartbroken! I didn't avoid it! I knew I could not avoid it... Please... Please... Mantis Boxing! I didn't avoid it. The worries of the glasses were too low, and I thought my years of experience was probably negative... Hand knife! Slash! Now the worries of the glasses were about to run away! I want to run away! This move is called grabbing the door but the door is a bit far away from him... Out! Okay, I ran away. It seems that the second uncle didn't mean to chase it out. Gameover, the live broadcast ended."

Sun Wenqu leaned against the window and smiled so hard that he applauded him: "I'm so smart. I haven't seen you talk so much."

"Didn't you listen to the explanation? You all told me that you were thirsty," Fang Chi smiled. "It's a pity that Fang Hui didn't take the beating, so he beat him away in two moves. He wanted to change me... When my grandfather and my dad beat me, I could at least run ten or eight times in the yard before being pressed."

"Monkey," Sun Wenqu nodded, took the cup on the table and handed it to him, "Monkey grows up like a wild dog."

"A monkey or a dog." Fang Chi took the cup and took a sip. It was not boiled water, but tea, and it was quite fragrant... This was Sun Wenqu's cup.

Fang Chi choked on a sip of tea, put down the cup and coughed for a long time.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu took the cup and looked in, "Have you spitted in?"

"It's over, maybe I have a snot." Fang Chi sucked his nose.

Sun Wenqu tsk and poured the water into the flower tray.

The flower pots in this house are the same as those from Fang Chi. They plant small green leaves without flowers, and they can't tell which variety they are. Of course, there are not many that can still bloom in this season.

"Where did you get these little leaves?" Fang Chi sat on the chair.

Before I could sit firmly, I leaned back and couldn't sit up straight.

The chair looked quite normal. When I sat in it, I realized it was like a bowl. Unless I stood up, I could only lie halfway down. He was speechless: "What kind of chair are you?"

"Lan a chair." Sun Wenqu raised his leg and kicked the chair, and the chair shook twice.

"Hey hey... dizzy." Fang Chi struggled to stand up from the chair and found that the chair had only one leg and a spring. He didn't pay attention to it before, but now he saw that it was a big cup.

"Isn't this dizzy? Isn't it the same as the recliner in your backyard?" Sun Wenqu poured his legs onto the chair and comfortably put his legs on the bed.

"That's two directions. You are not sure about the front and back, left and right, up and down, and you can't stand it," Fang Chi sighed, "Why aren't you dizzy when you draw something?"

"Hey, such a thick spring, don't you see how much force I just used to stomp," Sun Wenqu tsk, "Fortunately, this IQ is that there is the spiritual spirit of heaven and earth."

"If you don't do well in the exam, do you have to pay?" Fang Chi laughed twice.

"Don't talk nonsense," Sun Wenqu shook his feet, "I thought I wouldn't do well in the exam."

"To be honest, I never thought I could do it well in the exam." Fang Chi leaned against the table and looked at the pictures Sun Wenqu painted on the table. This time he saw clearly that there were many pots with similar appearances but different details.

"Do you have a goal? Which school is a major or something?" Mr. Huang on Sun Wenqu punching machine meowed for a moment, and Mr. Huang crawled along his legs onto his stomach.

"...No." Fang Chi suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Facing a top student who had never been to college but was still a top student, he was a little unconfident in his answer.

"Think about it when you have time," said Sun Wenqu.

"Oh." Fang Chi responded.

Neither of them spoke again.

Fang Chi turned around and pulled open the curtains that had been pulled up halfway, and the sunset spread to the table.

The yard has returned to peace. Fang Hui, who has run away, has not come back. Except for grandpa and second aunt who are busy in the kitchen, everyone else has returned to the living room.

Fang Chi touched the little green leaves on the windowsill: "What's this?"

"You don't know if you say it." Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and inserted his fingers into Mr. Huang's hair.

"You say try one, maybe I know." Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu's hand. Huang Chang was a short-haired native cat, and Sun Wenqu's fingers were very conspicuous among the short yellow hairs.

"Actually, I don't know either," Sun Wenqu smiled. "I told the flower seller to give me some gadgets that don't fall off leaves in winter, and he gave me these."

"...Oh," Fang Chi also smiled, "It's quite beautiful. I don't know if there will be flowers in the spring."

"I will help you watch it, and when it blooms, I will take a photo and send it to you." Sun Wenqu said.

"Okay." Fang Chi nodded.

Suddenly I remembered that when the spring flowers were blooming, he must have been in school for a long time, and he had to not see Sun Wenqu for a long time. When we met again, it was probably the college entrance examination that had been over.

I don't know what I can get into the exam.

School?

major?

"You..." Fang Chi turned his head and looked at him, "Why... no, just didn't go to college, why? Didn't you go to the exam or didn't go to the exam?"

Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and smiled: "Are you curious about the baby? I always ask."

"I'm 14 years old, so it's normal for me to be curious." Fang Chi said.

"I didn't take the exam," Sun Wenqu said calmly, "I went around and experienced the atmosphere in the exam room."

Fang Chi frowned: "For..."

"Why," Sun Wenqu opened his eyes, "Because I didn't have the final say where to go and what to learn, so I simply stopped taking the exam."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded and did not continue asking. From Sun Wenqu's habitual attitude and what has happened in recent times, he already felt that Sun Wenqu seemed to have a bad relationship with his family.

"There will be many people coming from your family tomorrow, right?" After a while of silence, Sun Wenqu raised his arm and stretched.

"Well, my aunt is going to come back this year," Fang Chi nodded, "There are almost these people in her family this year."

"There are so many people." Sun Wenqu said.

"You have fewer people in your family for the New Year?" Fang Chi asked. In terms of the number of people, his family has fewer people in the village. His father only has three siblings, and there are five or six other families. If they meet their relatives, they will have more people.

"My dad, my mom, my two sisters and brother-in-law, that's all." Sun Wenqu said with his fingers.

"There are no old men or uncles?" Fang Chi grabbed Mr. Huang from him. Mr. Huang looked very well-behaved today and felt that he would not disturb others.

"There is no old man, my father's third generation of single pass," Sun Wenqu yawned and stood up, "Do you check your household registration?"

"Let's check each other, no one will suffer any loss," Fang Chi smiled. Before his smile spread, Mr. Huang was slapped in his mouth. He threw Mr. Huang on the bed, "Go wandering, you sissy!"

Sun Wenqu smiled gloatingly on the side: "I can give it to me."

"You think beautifully." Fang Chi said without thinking.

When the meal was about to start, Fang Chi went downstairs to help set up the table. When he saw the boy running quickly into the kitchen from the yard, he raised his eyes again and found that Fang Hui was back.

If you keep your meal at a meal, you can't delay your meal even if you get beaten and run away.

"Don't your friend come down to eat?" My mother patted Fang Chi's dust on the wall rubbing against her arm.

"Well, I'll take it for him," said Fang Chi, "no need to worry about him."

"It's not good. We all don't want to eat together?" My mother looked upstairs.

"He..." Fang Chi didn't know what to say, "He is an artist, so that's it."

"Oh, you guys who are doing art?" My mother looked quite surprised. "I can't tell you if you don't have any oily long hair."

"That's right," Fang Chi smiled, "Anyway, he has been renting a house here for this period of time. He is our tenant. Don't always ask him, let him."

"Yes, okay." My mother nodded.

Fang Chi didn't know what would happen if Sun Wenqu would react when he heard him summarize this, but although he could understand that Sun Wenqu liked to stay in the house alone, in addition to having something to do, others might not understand.

During the Chinese New Year, I went to the countryside to rent a house to live. The most common ones who live in a quiet place are to run in the morning. I haven’t been able to run yet. I haven’t been able to do it right now... If such people don’t use artists as explanations, they can’t explain them to ordinary people.

Grandpa made a lot of dishes today, all of which were specialty. The boy was squatting in the corner of the kitchen, and his saliva was hanging for five centimeters.

"Please give this to the canal." Grandma brought a tray to Fang Chi, with four or five bowls on it, all of which were dishes.

"So much?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, and Sun Wenqu's little stomach would be nice if he could eat a bowl.

"I can't finish eating, so I have leftovers for the New Year," Grandma was very adaptable to Sun Wenqu not going downstairs to have a meal. "Besides, I have to be worthy of other people's food expenses."

Fang Chi took the tray and wanted to go upstairs to the living room. After hesitating for a moment, he went out and walked around the backyard. He didn't want Fang Hui to see it. If Fang Hui owed him again, he was afraid that he would button this plate of vegetables to Fang Hui's face.

"Where is my chocolate?" Sun Wenqu asked after taking the tray.

"Eat first," Fang Chi sighed, "What's wrong with you? You're so addicted?"

"It's not addictive..." Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "Forget it, I won't drink chocolate today, I'll get fat if I drink it."

"You know, too," Fang Chi smiled, "I only drink it once a while, and you've eaten it."

"There are too much food today," Sun Wenqu put the tray on the table, bent down and smelled it, "but it smells so good."

"My grandma said that when you eat the food during the Chinese New Year, you have to eat it," Fang Chi said. "You can't finish it, just leave it. The boy just hopes that he can't eat it completely."

"Yes, it hurts its self-esteem today. I'll give it food later." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi closed the door and went downstairs. The dishes in the living room downstairs were placed. His father and second uncle were preparing to order firecrackers outside the yard.

"I'll do some!" He took out the lighter from his pocket and ran out of the yard. He has loved to do this since he was a child, "I'll do it."

"Come on, come on." Uncle Second said with a smile.

"Your master has instigated you to smoke again," the father sighed when he saw the lighter in his hand, "Don't you say quit?"
To be continued...