"It doesn't snore usually, but I'm afraid it will hold it in. You know, sleep snore is pausing or something..." Fang Chi explained.

"...It's sleep apnea." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded.

"It hasn't stopped either." Sun Wenqu looked at Mr. Huang.

"Hey," Fang Chi jumped out of the bed, "I was a little worried about it and went to take a look, but when he saw that his nose was pressing against your arm, he took it away."

"Your language ability is really left to nature," Sun Wenqu yawned, stretching his waist and said, "It's only a long time to explain it clearly?"

"It's past five o'clock," Fang Chi looked at his phone, "It's time to get ready to have a meal."

"I've been sleeping for so long," Sun Wenqu lies on the pillow wrapped in a quilt and closes his eyes again, "Have you finished the paper?"

"I've finished writing both copies," Fang Chi felt that he was unprecedentedly efficient today, "Can you help me see it at night?"

"Yeah," Sun Wenqu responded, "You go for a meal."

Fang Chi stood up and stopped again: "Where are you?"

"I'll eat in the house," Sun Wenqu said, "You can help me get a few dumplings later."

"Can't you go and eat together?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"I can't go on," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and smiled, "I'm not anyone in your family. It's not appropriate to eat together during the Chinese New Year. It's almost done when the thirty-year-old makes a fuss together, and I can still eat every meal."

"What's that?" Fang Chi frowned.

"About 15," said Sun Wenqu, "that dumpling is big today, and it is estimated that 15 can hold on."

Fang Chi probably wouldn't go down anymore, so he sighed: "Okay, I'll bring you some more food."

"If you have vegetables, 10 dumplings are enough." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Grandma was not surprised that Sun Wenqu would not go downstairs to have dinner together. She cooked dumplings very quickly and filled a few dishes with a small plate: "I feel that the child of Shuiqu has this personality."

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

"It's not just personality," Grandpa said, "those are also afraid of affecting our family, and outsiders are afraid that we are uncomfortable."

"Sensible," said grandma, patting Fang Chi's arm, "Little bastard learns a little."

"He is quite sensible." Grandpa said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm spoiled, you're spoiled!" said grandma.

Fang Chi took the food to Sun Wenqu’s house. Sun Wenqu was answering the phone again. It should be Ma Liang’s, and it seemed that Ma Liang had called the number.

Sun Wenqu Zheng lay on the bed and called: "Does he think he is very creative... What kind of color is that you can't see when it is burned... Well, just say it's that color. He said eight colors in three days. I guess he can't remember what color he wants by then. If you can, will you tell you, my son will bring me some food."

Ma Liang didn't know what he said there, but Sun Wenqu hung up the phone with a smile.

"I just cooked it, I'll give you some vinegar." Fang Chi said.

"Fragrant," Sun Wenqu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then put on his underwear and came to the table to smell it. "To be honest, your grandfather has no problem with opening a farmhouse with this skill."

"Put on some," said Fang Chi.

Sun Wenqu was quite tall, but overall he was a little thin, but his figure was very well-proportioned... Fang Chi saw him so clearly for the first time, and felt that his vision was not sure where to ask.

but……

"You don't have tattoos on your thighs," he blurted out.

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu was wearing his pants halfway. He looked down at his legs and didn't feel happy. He raised his pants and said with a smile, "You said you have been alone for many years. You should be so good, so why do you believe whatever I say?"

"Because the first time I met someone like you who is so unpredictable," Fang Chi said.

"I only have three tattoos in total." Sun Wenqu pulled over the chair and sat down and started eating.

"What is the text on your feet?" Fang Chi asked.

"hellokitty." Sun Wenqu said while eating.

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"Halouke body." Sun Wenqu changed his tone and repeated it again.

"No, I can't understand..." Fang Chi was a little amused, "You have a kitty cat on your ankle?"

"Yes, it's just black, and it's useless pink," Sun Wenqu pinched a dumpling and handed it to his mouth, "Can you eat it?"

Fang Chi was still immersed in an old man writing a hellokitty on his ankle, and seemed quite regretful that he could not extricate himself from such a magical thing as Wencheng pink. He saw the big meat dumplings and took them into his mouth without thinking.

"Be good, go down and have a meal." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi swallowed the dumplings and turned around and hit the door frame and went out.

The food today is still rich, but Fang Chi didn't eat much, and he felt that his appetite was not particularly good. I wonder if he was too devoted to writing the papers all afternoon, and he always had a state of not getting back to his senses.

This meal is the same as all the Chinese New Year meals. It took a long time to eat. Fang Chi didn't get off the table after finishing her meal and chatted with her grandfather.

I have been busy these days after I came back and never had a good chat with my grandfather.

My grandfather didn’t ask him if he was having a good time like his parents. He was done with questions and answers. My grandfather liked to hear him talk about the fun things he encountered in normal times.

"Does the kid you mentioned crying as soon as you hit the wall go to train?" asked grandpa.

"Go, don't cry anymore," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I'm still practicing pretty well."

"When you were a child, you cried even if you couldn't get up and down by hanging stones," Grandpa took a small sip of wine, "Oh, I cried so sadly."

Fang Chi was happy: "You don't get me down either."

"You can get it down, but you don't know how to get it down. You will have to hang it next time," Grandpa closed his eyes very comfortably, "You are growing up now and don't cry anymore."

"I didn't like to cry when I was a child." Fang Chi picked up some food for his grandfather.

"Well, Fang Hui likes to cry, you still remember," Grandpa whispered, "He couldn't stop crying. Oh, I was so annoyed that I wanted to throw it out for him."

Fang Chi leaned against the chair and almost choked with a smile.

I was very happy to chat with my grandfather one night. Whether it was stressed, tired, or when I had something to do, Fang Chi would become very relaxed if I had a chat with my grandfather for a while.

Grandpa didn’t make any sense, he just chatted normally, but it reminded him of the days when he was a child, lying on his grandfather’s back, slightly swaying, listening to the stories he told to himself.

This is homesickness, the kind that Sun Wenqu said.

Memories deep in memory.

"Where is Xiaochi sleeping? Otherwise, Xiaoying and I can squeeze." My aunt said next to her.

Fang Chi's attention returned to the others. They were gathering together yesterday and today. The whole family was tired. No one was preparing tonight tonight and were discussing how to sleep.

"Miss Xiaoying is a girl. She should sleep in the same house by herself. Xiaochi and his grandfather can do it," said my mother, "this is arranged."

"Are you scrambling with me?" Grandpa asked Fang Chi.

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

I am going to visit relatives tomorrow. Although I am in the village, I still have to get up early. Everyone chatted and left and went to bed.

Grandpa went into the house first, Fang Chi came back after washing his face and brushing his teeth. Grandpa was already asleep and snoring.

Grandpa has always been like this, and he likes to snore after drinking some wine.

"You are getting more and more powerful." Fang Chi went over and patted his grandfather's face gently, and pushed him to lie on his side.

Fang Chi lay down on the bed, quite sleepy, but couldn't sleep.

Grandpa's snoring was very rhythmic, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes there were sometimes no, and the more he listened, the less he couldn't sleep.

Half an hour later, Fang Chi got out of bed and walked out of grandpa's room with slight hands.

The boy slept on the "bed" at the door of his grandfather's room. Grandpa used a few old sacks to cushion it. When he saw Fang Chi come out, he stood up and shook his tail.

"Sleep at yours." Fang Chi touched its head.

Everyone in the family was asleep, and Fang Chi walked around the living room twice and didn't know what to do.

Why not read a book?

There is no book, and everything is in Sun Wenqu’s room.

Fang Chi went upstairs very lightly and was stunned when he saw the lights coming out of the door of Sun Wenqu’s room. He was not asleep yet?

He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was already 12 o'clock. He had been sleeping for a while and couldn't sleep at night.

Fang Chi walked out of the door and listened. There was no movement inside. He stopped when he wanted to knock. He hesitated and put his eyes on the door and looked in through the cracked gap.

Sun Wenqu was wearing a pair of sports pants, standing shirtless in front of the turntable making pottery, with earphones stuffed in his ears, and biting a thin bamboo strip in his mouth. He was probably using it. He was looking at the pot on the turntable in a daze.

Fang Chi put down his raised hand.

Sun Wenqu always feels like he cannot disturb him, or in other words, Sun Wenqu seems to be isolated from the surroundings by something, making people unable to find an opportunity to disturb him.

Tsk. He also said he was playing the erhu.

He turned and went downstairs, touched a pack of cigarettes on the table in the living room, and went to the yard to smoke.

I returned to the living room and lay on the sofa, pulled the quilt that my grandma usually covered with watching TV and covered it.

The long night.
Chapter completed!