After school started, two more snow fell and it was very cold.

Fang Chi looked at the flower beds on the roadside every day, thinking about when spring would begin and when a flower would be seen.

However, there has been no movement among these flowers and plants.

Fang Chi's review days are slowly getting on track. He studied at night in get out of class and after class. He went to cram school with Xiao Yiming three times a week. Lao Li talked to him twice and expressed his gratitude for his current state.

However, although he can stand it hard, for a wild dog who grew up in the countryside and never studied hard, this kind of life is really boring and depressing.

The only fun was that when Xiao Yiming came home from class, he said a few words together. Just like before, Xiao Yiming actually talked a lot. He usually said when they chatted, and Fang Chi listened.

When the relationship just eased, he talked less, and Fang Chi talked less, and often got stuck after a few words. This time, he felt much better. Fang Chi felt that as long as they didn't mention the past, or talked about the "friend" who gave him a schoolbag and now lives in his grandparents' house, he would be very comfortable.

He couldn't be as calm as Xiao Yiming, and he didn't know how Xiao Yiming and Sun Wenqu could be so calm.

But he couldn't ask.

Because he is not calm.

What about the dead knot.

"Bah," Xiao Yiming ate a chestnut and spat on the ground, "It's bad, I'm even saying it's big."

Fang Chi was so happy: "Go and claim compensation."

"That's right," Xiao Yiming nodded, peeled another one, and said while eating, "I have to claim compensation."

"Let's go and claim compensation." Fang Chi also responded, eating happily while walking.

"Why don't you have to pay ten?" Xiao Yiming said.

"Only ten pieces are enough? Twenty pieces are needed," said Fang Chi.

"Yeah, go."

"Walk."

After the two of them said that, neither of them turned back, and they lowered their heads and continued to eat chestnuts. After a while, Xiao Yiming turned to look at him: "Do you have your birthday this year?"

"But," said Fang Chi, "who will celebrate his birthday now?"

"Well, then that's not the case," Xiao Yiming nodded, "I'll have a 20th birthday next year."

"You still have to ask for a birthday gift." Fang Chi said.

Xiao Yiming smiled: "That's necessary, it's fine if you don't have to play, and the gift is not that bad."

During this period, I still had the same contact with Sun Wenqu, and I rarely said a few words in a week. However, with Sun Wenqu, it was very convenient for grandparents to find him.

After being separated from Xiao Yiming at the fork in the road, Fang Chi put on his headphones and was about to run for a while, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

When he took it out and saw that it was Sun Wenqu’s number, he couldn’t help but jump forward gently.

"It's over?" Sun Wenqu's voice came out.

"Yes." Fang Chi responded.

"How is it today?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Old look," Fang Chi sighed, "It's like this every day, I'll go to make up for the lessons tomorrow."

"Did you say that the teacher was very good at teaching the questions last time?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"It's not bad, it's almost the same as you," Fang Chi smiled, "I can understand anyway."

"Isn't that good?" Sun Wenqu said, "Grandma talks to you."

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

Grandma didn’t have any point, mainly asking if she had enough food and whether she had bought nutritional supplements to supplement. Fang Chi followed her and said, and then grandpa said.

Grandpa didn't know how to say this, so he happily told him about interesting things in the past few days. Who bought a new car but knocked down the yard wall the first time he drove it, and who had a quarrel and arguing.

Fang Chi listened with a smile, feeling very quiet.

However, after talking to him, he said he had gone to cook. Before Fang Chi could tell him to give Sun Wenqu the phone, he hung up the phone, which made Fang Chi a little uneasy.

Sun Wenqu’s phone call soon came over again: “Your grandpa is helping me save my phone bill.”

"His thinking is still at the stage of two-way charging one-5 yuan in a long distance." Fang Chi said with a smile.

"I'll ask you," Sun Wenqu said, "How to make that sesame paste? I think there are sesame seeds, and I want to get them for a midnight snack."

"...You ask my grandfather to help you do it." Fang Chi had no confidence in Sun Wenqu making sesame paste himself.

"It should be very simple, all the sesame seeds have been ground." Sun Wenqu said.

"You have to put glutinous rice flour," Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, "just... you put two spoons of rice flour, five spoons of sesame powder, and then add some sugar. Just boil the milk and pour it in. If you don't have milk, put the milk powder, and then pour boiling water."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu said, and a "drip" sound came from over there.

"What's the sound?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"I've recorded it, I'll record it, why don't you remember it?" Sun Wenqu said.

"...I think you'd better ask my grandfather to help you make it. I always feel that what you cook yourself will cause diarrhea." Fang Chi said.

"I'll show you it's done." Sun Wenqu smiled.

At night, Fang Chi was lying on the table to write the papers that had not been finished in evening study. Sun Wenqu sent a message and accompanied it with a photo, which was a bowl of sesame paste.

Fang Chi looked at it for a long time and sent a voice message: "Why are sesame oil still used?"

"Your eyes are also so heartbroken. That's honey. I added a spoon of honey." Sun Wenqu replied to his voice.

Oh, it looks edible.

I'll eat first, you go to bed early, good night.

Good night.

Fang Chi put down his cell phone, picked it up after a while, and clicked on the photo of sesame paste to look at it.

This was what Sun Wenqu took the bowl in his hand and patted it. He stared at Sun Wenqu's thumbs up beside the bowl for a long time.

Sun Wenqu is quite particular, his nails are neatly decorated and clean, with a healthy light pink color.

nice.

Fang Chi shook forward again, and the previous photo was a photo of Mr. Huang who sent Sun Wenqu to Mr. Huang that day.

In the photo, Sun Wenqu leaned against the recliner, leaning his head, his fingers supporting his forehead, and a very light smile on his lips.

The photos are very casual. Sun Wenqu takes photos very casually every time, but it always makes people feel comfortable.

Fang Chi sighed softly, put his phone aside, and put on his headphones.

As time passes day by day, teachers spend less and less time in class, and more often do questions. Fang Chi is buried in various papers and exercises every day. Not to mention chatting in self-study classes, he even talks with Liang Xiaotao who is sitting beside him less and less.

I just chat with Xiao Yiming every day when I go home. I often don’t know what to say, but now I feel that my language function is about to deteriorate.

When he was over school in the afternoon, he went to the supermarket to buy noodles. The cashier asked him if he had a membership card. While handing over the membership card, he kept it in for a long time. When others swiped the membership card and returned it to him, he said, "There is no membership card."

The cashier girl smiled for a long time.

This day passed.

Fang Chi tskated.

During this period, Sun Wenqu had never called him, and his grandparents had never contacted him. He was a little empty. He couldn't say that it was because he missed his grandparents, but he still missed Sun Wenqu.

I want to call Sun Wenqu, but it was the same as before. I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed with Sun Wenqu face to face, and I could chat for a long time without a word, but I couldn’t call this.

depressed.

"Why, when will I go back to the countryside?" Ma Liang asked while sitting on the sofa.

"Tomorrow," Sun Wenqu looked at the calendar, "Tomorrow morning, will you send me back?"

"No," Ma Liang threw the car keys to him, "Drive by yourself, drive back."

"Where will I stop when I drive back?" Sun Wenqu tsk.

"Back, backyard," said Ma Liang, "they are so big at the backyard behind his house."

"Let's talk about it," Sun Wenqu threw the key on the table, "Go to have a meal, don't go out in the afternoon, let's talk about the design behind it."

"No need to talk, listen to it, yours," said Ma Liang.

"I didn't say anything about you, but I have to listen to what I think," Sun Wenqu said.

"Yes." Ma Liang nodded.

"I'll finish chatting before 5 pm, I have something to do tonight." Sun Wenqu said again.

Ma Liang glanced at him: "Looking for thousands of miles, looking for a child?"

"He's his birthday today," Sun Wenqu said, "I'll treat him to a meal."

"It's so clear that I can leave tomorrow morning, can I leave?" Ma Liang smiled.

"Old hooligan," Sun Wenqu pointed at him, "Your wife must be wearing a steam mask and you are attracted to you."

"You must not be, the problem," Ma Liang closed his smile, "I'm afraid that he can't control it. You beat him, but he."
To be continued...