I usually live in a small amount of new house, and I don’t even buy a TV in my living room, but there is a bed and cabinet in my bedroom.

My mother took the bedding from my grandparents' house. Fang Chi made it himself, but she didn't wash up. She took off her clothes and poured it on the bed.

My parents are going back to the house to sleep. Tomorrow is thirty years old, and there are so many things to do. My aunt and her family are going to come back, so they have to get up early.

But Fang Chi couldn't sleep and knew he would get up early, but after lying down for half an hour, he was still staring at the window without curtains.

There are no stars today, and the moon cannot be seen, but there are a few clouds with blurry light that are wrapped in a blur and cannot see the shape clearly.

Just like myself.

After turning over and lying on his back and forth, Fang Chi was just tossing and fro in the quilt, feeling that if he was a sugar cake, he should have been fried until both sides were golden and bulging, and he could almost be out of the pot.

He sighed, sat up and turned on the light, touched the English from his schoolbag, and then rolled back into the quilt.

Memorize the book for a while.

Anyway, he will fall asleep as soon as he recites the book, just right.

After opening the book and memorizing it for a while, the phone beside the pillow kept calling. He took it over and looked at it. It was a lot of people in the group in the class who were chatting.

Almost all of them were discussing going out for the past two days, and the holidays were only a few days, and they would have to stay in school until the exams.

Thinking about this upcoming day, Fang Chi felt a surge of despair, which was too terrible, as if he was in jail.

In the morning, he was woken up by the alarm clock on his phone. When he opened his eyes, he felt that his right face had completely lost consciousness. He struggled for a long time before he realized that he was still in the position he had last night.

Under the right face is an English book, and the phone is still on the left hand.

This sleep is really comparable to a pig.

Fang Chi yawned and slowly got up and put on his clothes.

My parents have not gotten up yet, and the door of the room is closed.

When Fang Chi packed his schoolbag and walked out the door, there was still silence around him. The street lights in the village were still on. You could see broken leaves spinning on the ground with the little north wind.

Occasionally, one or two barking dogs came from afar, making people feel empty inexplicably.

Fang Chi pulled his hat, put on his headphones, and ran along the way to his grandfather's house.

It feels much more comfortable to run.

This has been like this for so many years, and when you run, you will feel very clear.

The lights in the yard were on, but there was no one. Only the boy was looking for food in the kitchen. He jumped out when he saw him, shook his tail and screamed twice.

"So good." Fang Chi entered the kitchen, put a pot on the stove, opened the lid and looked at it, stewed the meat, he pinched a piece and threw it into the yard, and the boy jumped and caught it.

Grandpa and grandma have already gotten up and are exercising in the backyard.

"So early?" Grandma came over to rub his face when she saw him, "Why don't you sleep a little longer? Is it because your bed is uncomfortable?"

"No, I agreed to go running with the water canal." Fang Chi smiled.

"Also run?" Grandma slapped him, "Didn't he just twisted his feet!"

"Just say that, it's not about running, it's about going out for a walk and getting some breath," said Fang Chi.

"I think it's not breathable," Grandma slapped her mouth up, "The lights are not turned off this night, aren't you sleeping?"

"Hmm?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, looked up at the window upstairs, and sure enough, he saw lights coming out of the cracks in the curtains that were pulled, "Did you forget to turn off the lights?"

"How could it be? I usually turn off the lights," said grandma. "Or why you go up and take a look. If he doesn't sleep, don't let him breathe. Just sleep. Young people just don't pay attention to their health."

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded, turned around and ran up the rooftop from the backyard stairs.

When he was about to open the door of his house, he tsk and turned around and ran down again. Fang Hui was still sleeping in his house. At this time, he might be giving a speech to all mankind in his dream.

Fang Chi walked around the living room and went upstairs, stood at the door of Sun Wenqu's room and raised his hand to knock on the door, and stopped again, and put it on the door and listened to the movement.

The room was quite quiet and there was no sound.

Just as hesitating whether to knock on the door or go in directly like Sun Wenqu did last time and scared him, a sound of dragging the chair came from the room.

Get up so early?

Or really didn't sleep?

Fang Chi grabbed the door handle and twisted it. The door was not locked and opened directly.

But when he was about to enter, he glanced into the house and stopped, grabbed the door handle and stopped outside the door.

There were lights in the room, and more than one.

In addition to the lights on the roof, there is also a table lamp on the table, and there is a lamp next to the pottery turntable.

What made Fang Chi stop was the pot on the turntable that could already be seen, with simple lines but very attractive.

Sun Wenqu, who was sitting in front of the turntable with his bare back to the door, looked like he hadn't slept all night, and his pants were the same as last night.

There were still many tools covered with mud on the table next to it, with different lengths and thicknesses. Fang Chi didn't recognize them, and he didn't plan to look at them more.

Sun Wenqu, who was staring at the pot on the turntable, occupied all his vision and attention.

Sun Wenqu had headphones stuffed in his ears, and he didn't seem to hear the door ring. He stared at the turntable intently, holding a slender strip in his hand, and didn't know what it was.

Sun Wenqu is making pottery.

He had never seen Sun Wenqu like this before.

The slender fingers stained with mud and leaned forward slightly, as if in the whole world, he was the only one who was himself and the focused expression in the semi-finished pot in front of him.

Fang Chi felt that he had finally realized what kind of state Sun Wenqu’s “seriousness” was like today and now.

Although I was telling him questions and playing the erhu before, it was very different from his usual careless appearance, but now I know that the Sun Wenqu who was facing the pot on the turntable is called real seriousness.

The kind of seriousness that puts the whole room into his world.

The seriousness that made Mr. Huang solidify at the edge of his legs.

At this moment, Fang Chi suddenly felt a distance.

Or maybe it is some kind of gap.

But if you think about it carefully, you can't explain what it is.

I'm afraid I'm not nervous to scare you to death.

The sound of grandma talking came downstairs. Fang Chi came to his senses, exited the room, and gently closed the door.

Even making pottery is not naked.

Wearing pants.

...It means not wearing clothes, not wearing pants.

After walking two steps to his room, he remembered that Fang Hui was still sleeping in the room, so he hesitated for a moment and turned downstairs.

"Did the water canal sleep or not?" asked grandma.

"...I haven't slept, he's working," said Fang Chi, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"Look at the kitchen by yourself, and do it yourself if you don't want to eat," said grandma, "I don't care about all the things I have done."

"Oh." Fang Chi entered the kitchen.

There were a lot of dishes in the kitchen, and the plates and bowls of cooked dishes were piled up, but they were not something that could be eaten for breakfast. He walked around twice, cooked a bowl of noodles for himself, and squatted in the yard to share it with the boy.

Seeing Sun Wenqu’s selfless look, let alone taking a walk, maybe I can’t have lunch at noon.

I didn't expect this person to be a Tao person.

It's really indescribable.

He remembered Sun Wenqu's words again, I'm afraid I'm not nervous to scare you to death.

I was really a little scared.

A snake egg still has this state.

It's so scary.

"Hey!" A voice suddenly came from above the head.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment. When he raised his head and looked up, he found that Sun Wenqu was actually lying on the windowsill, lying on his head to look at him.

"I'm still barely swearing, I can't freeze you to death." Fang Chi said.

"Cook a bowl of noodles," Sun Wenqu said, "My grandma said she asked me to eat elbows early, which was so scary..."

Fang Chi laughed: "Wait, I'll cook it for you after I finish eating."

"Yes." Sun Wenqu retreated back into the room and closed the window.

Fang Chi finished the noodles in three bites, poured the remaining noodle soup and vegetables into the boy's bowl, ran into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for Sun Wenqu.

The formation in Sun Wenqu's room had been removed, the unmade pot was still there, and the tools were placed in its original place, but without him sitting in front of the turntable, all the aura that made people obsessed with it had disappeared.

"I won't call me when I come," Sun Wenqu took the bowl and sat down beside the bed to start eating. "I'm always hungry."

"I see you are..." Fang Chi was halfway through and suddenly remembered that Sun Wenqu said he should not watch him work, so he quickly choked up, "Your room lights are on, I think...my grandma said..."

"Okay, don't make it up. This stuttering person has caught up with Liangzi. It was correct that you didn't make a sound when you came to trick me with Fang Ying," Sun Wenqu tsk, "I heard it when you were talking to grandma downstairs."
To be continued...