"Is it fun to visit relatives yesterday?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and looked at him.

"Just that's it, I'm going to my second grandfather's house, just..." Fang Chi rubbed his nose, "Just Fang Ying's grandfather."

"See Fang Ying?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well," Fang Chi thought about it and frowned, "Grandma said that there was a canal in my house like a treasure. The couplet was well written. She knew you were in my house."

"I know, I know," Sun Wenqu jumped with a smile, "It's okay."

"I'm afraid that she might come here in the next two days, and her relationship with my grandparents will be successful," Fang Chi was a little worried, "If you don't want to see her..."

"Don't worry, she dare not come," Sun Wenqu tsk, "If I hadn't paid attention to your face, I would have found someone to deal with her."

"How...did it clean up?" Fang Chi asked.

"Guess? How else can I do something about a liar who comes to my door?" Sun Wenqu laughed, "You are doing well, why don't you clean up together... Is it right that I have sesame paste today?"

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment. After a while, he realized that Sun Wenqu had changed the topic, "Oh, yes."

"Is it delicious?" Sun Wenqu said, "Can you add some milk?"

"Yes." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, Fang Chi didn't say anything, and it was quite quiet around him. There was no sound of firecrackers at this moment. You could hear the footsteps of them and the boy, and you could breathe.

"In your room..." Fang Chi lowered his head and walked, "Is that box an erhu?"

"Which box?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"It's the long and large wooden box that looks like the martial arts secret book packaging box." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu laughed as soon as he heard this, and couldn't stop for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi twitched.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu nodded, "Li Bowen gave it to me."

"He gave it to you," Fang Chi frowned, "You still bring the things he gave? It's not uncomfortable."

"Qin is a good qin. I guess Uncle Li chose it," Sun Wenqu smiled and rubbed his face. "What a pity I threw it away. If I feel good, I might even carry it to Li Bowen's house."

"Nervous," Fang Chi sighed. He said that he was not very good at understanding Sun Wenqu's true thoughts. Even if he knew that there was another face under his crazy appearance, he still couldn't figure it out. "You said you played the violin for me, is this one?"

"Well, let you listen to the sound of the good piano." Sun Wenqu nodded.

When they reached the entrance of the village, Ma Liang had already parked the car and Hu Yuanyuan carried a lot of things.

Fang Chi was stunned at first sight: "What are you doing?"

"Greetings to you," said Ma Liang.

"There are too many," Fang Chi looked at it, all kinds of food and wine, as well as several large boxes of nutritional supplements for the elderly. Grandpa and grandma had never eaten such high-end nutritional supplements in their lives. "Can you open a store."

"Open it." Ma Liang said with a smile.

Everyone in the family loves the fun. As soon as Ma Liang and his wife entered the house, they were warmly welcomed. Grandpa and grandma immediately started to cook and sighed that Fang Chi's friends were all "adults".

Although Ma Liang stuttered, he could speak more than Sun Wenqu. Many times, Sun Wenqu just sat silently and listened. Ma Liang soon got to chat with him with the second uncle. In addition, Hu Yuanyuan, the house suddenly became very lively.

My mother called Fang Chi to the yard: "All these are your friends?"

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

"Where did you know so many people?" My mother looked a little worried. "Sun Wenqu saw that he was a young man. Ma Liang was generous in his actions. What did he do?"

"Make pottery," Fang Chi said, "Sun Wenqu's father seems pretty awesome."

"Tao?" My mother didn't know much about this and couldn't ask anything else. She just said, "These people are not the same as us ordinary people. You should be careful when you make these friends."

"…Oh." Fang Chi nodded.

Today's lunch was quite sumptuous, and in the past, it was a bit more sumptuous. However, because Ma Liang and his wife had to go back to the county town tonight, their grandparents greeted them all at noon.

Fang Chi buried his head in eating as usual, and Sun Wenqu didn't talk much, but Ma Liang and his second uncle and father drank very happily.

My mother's words made Fang Chi a little dazed.

Not a person all the way.

Fang Chi felt that this was not accurate, but the powerful aura and completely different state of Sun Wenqu’s serious work on pottery were clearly evident.

He turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu. Sun Wenqu was holding a chicken leg and chewing it, and he turned his head and met his eyes.

"Is it delicious?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well," Sun Wenqu responded, "Your grandma said that your children don't eat chicken legs."

"Anyway, I don't like to eat it, I like to eat chicken wings." Fang Chi said.

"Then you eat it," Sun asked, "You look a little lost in appetite today."

"No." Fang Chi smiled, lowered his head and pulled two bites of the dish.

After dinner, everyone was mahjong again. Hu Yuanyuan went to the kitchen to ask her grandfather for the secret recipe for making pork. Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang went upstairs, probably talking about it.

Fang Chi didn't feel like playing mahjong, so he sat on the sofa and watched the boy playing with his shadow in the yard.

About half an hour later, Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang came down again.

"Ryoko and I will go out for a walk," Sun Wenqu walked up to him and said, then reached out and pinched the hair on the top of his head and rubbed it, "Are you going together?"

"No," Fang Chi shook his head. He could see that Ma Liang and Sun Wenqu had something serious. He didn't want to follow him. "Don't go far, don't walk on the small path, be careful of being taken away by the wolf."

"...I understand." Sun Wenqu took a milk candy from his pocket and put it in his hand, turned around and went out with Ma Liang.

"Yes, no, what are you doing?" Ma Liang followed Sun Wenqu along the way to the mountain behind the village, lit a cigarette while asking.

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu turned his head.

"The child is in a bad state, it's not right." Ma Liang exhaled a puff of cigarette.

"The mouth is not straight, and the eyes are quite flexible." Sun Wenqu said.

"Go to bed?" Ma Liang asked. Before Sun Wenqu could speak, he shook his head again, "It's not like."

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

"Anyway, there is something, there's something wrong," Ma Liang stared at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"What can I see from my face?" Sun Wenqu turned his face toward him.

"No," said Ma Liang, "You are an old fox in this regard."

"Fuck," Sun Wenqu tsk, took two steps and said again, "I can't say it, I can't understand what he thinks."

"Then do you think, what do you think?" Ma Liang followed him sensitively.

"Not a question," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm not a child anymore."

"Don't play anymore?" Ma Liang looked at him, "Can you start playing?"

"Can you talk again?" Sun Wenqu was happy, "Is there anyone who chats like this?"

"I thought Fang Chicheng was more mature," Ma Liang stretched, "You will think, think, I used to say no... I have been holding it in my hands for three or three years, maybe I'll think about it and get started."

"What's maturing?" Sun Wenqu took a milk candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth. "No matter how mature he is, he is still a child in his relationship. Suddenly, the door to the new world was opened. Oh, as soon as the hormone exploded, nothing was certain. After two days, he would pass by the clouds."

"Where are you... yourself." Ma Liang raised his head and squirted a cigarette at the sky.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything. Even if he was the one he used to be, that was also an experience.

After the two of them walked for a while, Ma Liang turned the topic back to the main business. Sun Wenqu refused to join forces now, but apart from that set of pots, Ma Liang also wanted him to do some other designs, not a partnership, so he temporarily helped, so he agreed.

However, Ma Liang suddenly asked about Fang Chi, and he was a little confused about his thinking. It took him a while to calm down.

Something is a bit, there is.

I did something, but I did it.

But Fang Chi's personality is a bit unspeakable. He is too cautious. You can tell that he is embarrassed, embarrassed, or unhappy, but you can't tell what he is thinking, want, or resisting.

But his current state is not in a state of mind to think about it a little bit.

Besides, Fang Chi is about to take the college entrance examination.

After following the road where Fang Chi took him to run that day, Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang returned to Fang Chi's house.

The boy was tickling his head at the door of the yard. Sun Wenqu went over and flicked his ear. The boy who was addicted to the tickling career was startled and jumped several steps before coming over with his tail shaking again.

Hu Yuanyuan is still in the kitchen, and it seems that she has learned well from her grandfather, so Ma Liang also went into the kitchen to join in the fun.

Sun Wenqu took a look into the living room and saw two tables of mahjong, but he didn't see Fang Chi.

After going upstairs, he could hear Fang Hui calling in Fang Chi's room, his tone was quite surging. Sun Wenqu pushed the door and entered his room.

Fang Chi was lying on the table, doing homework with her big headphones.

Sun Wenqu walked behind him and looked at it. He was quite serious, and the draft paper was full of writing.

"Oh." Sun Wenqu patted him on his shoulder.

"Hmm?" Fang Chi turned around and pulled off his headphones, "Are you back?"

"It's so cold after a walk around," Sun Wenqu copied Mr. Huang to start, "Ma Liang will return to the county town later."
To be continued...