After hearing this, Xiao Yiming turned his head: "Have your dad played on WeChat with you?"

"No," Fang Chi was still feeling disgusted by Fang Hui throwing his torn pants into his cabinet. Without thinking too much, he said, "My friend."

"Your friend? Live in your grandparents' house?" Xiao Yiming was a little surprised.

"Ah." Fang Chi came to his senses.

"...Oh." Xiao Yiming responded without saying anything.

Both of them were silent and the car didn't come. They just stared at the shop opposite.

Fang Chi wanted to explain something, but then he found that he didn't know what to explain. A friend lived in his grandparents' house in the countryside. What did he explain?

But if you want to say no, Fang Chi glanced at Xiao Yiming, and it seemed that something was wrong.

"Is it a friend who sent you a schoolbag to school last time?" Xiao Yiming suddenly said.

Fang Chi looked at him without saying a word. Xiao Yiming had such a good memory. He had never found that he could remember things like this before...

"Oh, yes." Fang Chi said.

"Oh." Xiao Yiming turned his head and continued to look at the shop opposite.

Fang Chi tskated: "What are you?"

"That's what I know." Xiao Yiming smiled.

"Oh, what do you know?" Fang Chi felt that the matter seemed to be getting more and more messy, but if you have to say it strictly... it wasn't much messy.

"I may have thought too much," Xiao Yiming sniffed, looked in the direction of the car, patted his shoulder, "The car is coming."

Fang Chi followed Xiao Yiming into the car and squeezed to the back and stood off.

I've thought too much.

Didn't think too much.

Fang Chi looked at the lights slowly retreating outside the car window, and his mood was a little complicated at this moment.

Xiao Yiming is quite sensitive to these things, but he is not willing to be known. Even if it is Xiao Yiming, he and Xiao Yiming are all talking. Even if they have a quarrel, they are still friends who can trust now.

But he will feel embarrassed.

Not only did he once rudely rejected Xiao Yiming, but it was not only because he had to admit that he and Xiao Yiming were the same person...

Very messy.

"This semester, my mother asked me to sign up for a small class to make up for the lessons," Xiao Yiming stood beside him and whispered, "Do you want to be together? Maybe it will be more efficient."

"Make up the lesson?" Fang Chi was stunned for Xiao Yiming's sudden change of topic before he realized, "When?"

"On weekends, there are regular nights on the first and third days," Xiao Yiming said, "or I'll go and listen first, if you think you want to come?"

"Okay." Fang Chi nodded.

"Put off distracting thoughts in the past six months, otherwise the grades would be unsatisfactory and repeat the year would be a death." Xiao Yiming tskated.

"Yes." Fang Chi smiled.

Xiao Yiming said this to him or him, but it was quite similar to Sun Wenqu... Fang Chi grabbed the ring and took out his cell phone to take a look. Sun Wenqu had no news and sent it again.

Sleeping?

Working?

It was not too early to get home, and Fang Chi didn't read a book, so he went to bed and lay face to face with Mr. Huang.

"Good night." He said to Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang stretched his waist, came over and pushed his face, and slapped it on the pillow.

Fang Chi lay down for a while, but still took his cell phone and sent Sun Wenqu a message, Good night.

It also comes with Mr. Huang who is on the pillow.

A few minutes later, Sun Wenqu came back from good night, and the one who was grinning before was the guy who had been grinning before. Fang Chi smiled for a long time when he saw it, and almost lost his sleepiness.

When I returned to school and started to make up for classes, I could feel a little bit of the New Year's atmosphere on the first day. The classmates whose faces turned bulging, the classmates who talked about New Year's money, and the classmates who lamented that the winter vacation was as short as the weekend...

Two days later, the New Year atmosphere brought by these completely disappeared, and everyone returned to the days of burying themselves in a pile of books, listening to classes or sleeping.

Fang Chi gritted his teeth and pulled himself out of the person he often slept. Sun Wenqu was right. No one at home had any requirements or expectations for him, except that his grandmother was looking forward to his great-grandson...

After graduation, I went back to the county town, helped in the store, and had a...girlfriend, get married and have children, and he doesn't need to achieve much success, just be healthy and safe.

This is not what he wants. Although he doesn't know what he wants, it is definitely not like this that will make him fall into a life of deep fear and sorrow, so he can only fight.

The people in the class are slowly moving towards two extremes, and they are trying harder and more lazy.

Every day when Fang Chi lie on the table and reads on his own study class, he will think of Sun Wenqu, especially when he is doing the exam, he will habitually free up.

But now Sun Wenqu has not told him, so he can only turn back and chew after finishing it, or ask Liang Xiaotao. Liang Xiaotao is quite interesting. No matter how busy she is, she will stop and talk to him as long as Fang Chi speaks.

But when it comes to the level of teaching questions, Sun Wenqu is still very good, and he can understand it with a few simple words.

When he came home from school, he walked with Xiao Yiming and bought a pack of candy and fried chestnuts every day. Fang Chi had no special preference for this thing, but Xiao Yiming was addicted to it. Before, Fang Chi kept eating it with him.

"The physics teacher in class is from No. 1 Middle School, which is quite awesome. I took two classes and felt that it was very clear," Xiao Yiming said while eating chestnuts, "Do you want to go and listen? The teacher said you can listen to one class."

"Okay, when?" Fang Chi nodded.

"Tomorrow, there will be a class tomorrow." Xiao Yiming said.

"Okay." Fang Chi responded.

When he got home, Mr. Huang did not push the food bowl or lift the cat food, but instead piled it up in his slippers.

"Are you sick?" Fang Chi threw down his schoolbag and picked it up. It looked quite lively, and his nose and eyes looked normal. "Why are you so obedient?"

Mr. Huang did not wave his claws in his hand for the first time, but hugged his fingers.

"Are you afraid that I will give you lots?" Fang Chi said with a tweet, "I tell you, I won't eat this set."

Mr. Huang climbed onto his shoulders along his arm. When Fang Chi sat on the sofa to change his shoes, Mr. Huang got into his coat.

"Hey?" Fang Chi was really surprised now, "What's wrong with you?"

Of course, Mr. Huang would not answer him, but he stayed in his coat and didn't move, making him unable to take off his coat. He was afraid that if Mr. Huang would scratch him if he took it off, he would have nowhere to go.

After hesitating for a long time, he hugged Mr. Huang into the house, quickly changed into a vest, put on a sportswear outside, and then stuffed Mr. Huang into the clothes again.

Mr. Huang was very comfortable and did not scratch him.

Fang Chi looked down at it for a long time and sighed softly: "Do you miss Sun Wenqu?"

He took out his cell phone and looked at it. After saying good night that day, he never contacted Sun Wenqu again. The main reason was that there was nothing to do. He didn't know what to say after contacting him. His daily life was nothing but school and this room. He read books, memorized questions and went to bed in get out of class and after class, and there was nothing to say about these unchanging content.

The key is that Sun Wenqu has never contacted him.

Sun Wenqu has been staring at the pot on the table for almost an hour. Although he hasn't looked at the time, he can almost estimate it in his heart.

He didn't know whether the feeling of this pot was what the person wanted, but it was almost what he wanted to express.

Simple shapes and simple colors, so simple that they don’t seem to be anything to see at first glance.

But every arc, every line, and every color comes from his countless modifications and corrections.

I can't talk about my hard work, but I really put my heart into it.

The cell phone rang.

Sun Wenqu sat in the lounge chair and touched his cell phone. Ma Liang contacted him and could not send a message, so it could only be Fang Chi.

Fang Chi sent a voice message.

"Huang Zongzi seems to miss you."

Also accompanied by a photo.

The first thing Sun Wenqu saw was the tight chest muscles under Fang Chi's vest, and then he saw the protagonist of the photo, Mr. Huang, who was grouped in Fang Chi's coat.

Sun Wenqu cleared his throat, coughed gently, and replied with a voice: "You finally influenced it?"

I don’t know, it suddenly happened today, it’s so sissy. Fang Chi didn’t send any more voices.

Sun Wenqu smiled, held up his cell phone and pressed it casually at him, and then sent it over.

This photo will relieve Mr. Huang of lovesickness.

There was no movement on Fang Chi's side. Sun Wenqu shook gently on the chair and continued to stare at the pot on the table. There were still a few matching cups. After finishing these days, this set of things will be considered a job together.

Next is the other two designs Ma Liang asked him to help with. There are no restrictions or any requirements, and there is only one theme called "waiting".

Real literature and art. Sun Wenqu twitched.

Which kind of waiting?

What to wait for.

It is a waiting state of mind.

It's still a process of waiting.

Or the result of waiting.
To be continued...