Fang Chi was happy for a while: "Hey, why wouldn't this person be stuttering?"

"So God made him stutter, afraid that he would be beaten up," said Sun Wenqu.

Fang Chi was happy for a while and then walked to Sun Wenqu, leaned over and kissed him, then hugged him and pushed him to the edge of the bed.

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"Kiss for a while," Fang Chi pressed him on the bed, "Just kiss for a while, it's the leek spirit."

Sun Wenqu laughed and lay down without moving.

Fang Chi kissed him on his face and neck like a treasure, then hugged him and sighed heavily: "Do I have to take some medicine in this situation?"

Sun Wenqu was so touched by him that he felt very touched. When he heard this, he laughed so hard that he lost all his emotions. He laughed and said, "What other medicine do you take? You can defeat all my passion in just one word."

"I'll be fine at night," Fang Chi pressed on him without moving, "I'll sleep here at night, can I sleep here?"

"Well, go to bed," Sun Wenqu pushed him, "Go down and crush your father to death."

Fang Chi turned over and lay flat on the bed, sighing hard.

Once Sun Wenqu turns on the working mode, he can only stare at the picture in front of him for an hour, without even driving the movement.

Fang Chi watched the two mosquitoes stop on his arm, so he had to find a small spray bottle to pour grandma's exclusive mosquito repellent water into it, and spray it around Sun Wenqu.

It had been more than an hour since he stared at Sun Wenqu and worked. Fang Chi walked out of the room and closed the door.

Grandpa and grandma were still talking downstairs. Fang Chi came and grandma pulled him to the sofa and sat: "I used to stick to us when I came back, but I always got along with the water channel when I came back these two times."

"...No." Fang Chi felt guilty and embarrassed, and hugged his grandmother's shoulder.

"Young people talk a lot," Grandpa smiled, "Can you still chat with old men and women?"

"I have a lot of topics to talk to you," Fang Chi slipped down a little, leaning against his grandfather, "I love to listen to you when there is no topic."

"I will say it's nice and likable." Grandma photographed him.

Fang Chi smiled and said nothing.

Grandpa and grandma continued to chat, all about the younger generation, their parents' shops, and their aunt's houses. Fang Chi listened with his eyes half-squinted.

The wind from the fan swept across him from time to time, and it felt very beautiful, as if he was back when he was a child.

"Your parents are also very enthusiastic," Grandma touched his legs. "The college entrance examination is over, and I haven't called to ask until now, right?"

"They don't know when I will take the exam." Fang Chi laughed twice.

"Then tell them," grandma frowned, "It's really worry-free to raise a son, and I don't care about anything."

"If you two are there, they don't have to worry about it," Fang Chi said with a smile, thinking about it and then said, "By the way, my classmates will come to play tomorrow."

"Classmates are here to play? That's fine," Grandpa said happily, "How many people have you come? Can't we live in our house?"

"Seven or eight," said Fang Chi, "It's so hot. Just put the bamboo bed frame on the floor at night and lay two mats on the floor. Girls... can sleep in my room."

"There are girls?" Grandma became interested as soon as she heard it, "Are you beautiful? How tall? Are you fat and thin?"

"Oh..." Fang Chi scratched his head, "Just classmate, female classmate, grandma, you're too far apart."

"I have to see tomorrow." Grandma said with a smile, ignoring his words.

After chatting for a while, my grandparents discussed the menu for the classmate to come over to have a meal, and then went back to the house to sleep.

Fang Chi teased the boy again and went upstairs.

When he opened the door, he saw Sun Wenqu standing in the room and moving his arms.

"Are you done?" He entered the house and closed the door.

"Well," Sun Wenqu turned around, "I'm sore. If it weren't for the hot weather now, I would have wanted to go out for two laps to relax."

"Or," Fang Chi hesitated, "Why do I give you... a pinch?"

"How do you?" Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"Think a little bit," said Fang Chi, "My grandma loves back pain. I used to pinch her waist, and she even said I pinched it well."

"Then you pinch it for me. When I first sat, I twisted my back and felt sore." Sun Wenqu lay on the bed, stretching his arms and legs.

Fang Chi rubbed his hands and stood beside the bed. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable position.

"What are you doing?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and asked.

"I was wondering how I stayed and pinched it." Fang Chi knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg.

"Are you going to pinch your back for me?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, "or do you want to touch me?"

"...Pinch your back." Fang Chi said.

"What else can you do to pinch your back? Why don't you pinch your back when you sit on my lap?" Sun Wenqu tsk, "Look, it makes you confused."

Fang Chi didn't say anything, stepped onto his body and sat on his lap: "Do I sink?"

"I can withstand it if I make do with it." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded and pushed his clothes upwards.

When he put his hand on his back, Sun Wenqu said again: "Actually, if you want to touch me, this is the right posture."

"Why do you owe it so much?" Fang Chi said, holding his hand and frowned.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything and smiled with his eyes closed.

Fang Chi raised his hand for half a minute, focused his attention on his hands with concentration, and felt that he was invulnerable to the sword and gun, so he put his hand on Sun Wenqu.

He put it away at once, and as soon as his hand touched Sun Wenqu’s back, he felt a little dizzy.

However, he still gritted his teeth and started knocking and pinching Sun Wenqu’s waist.

"Be gentle," Sun Wenqu grinned, "Where are you fighting the thief?"

"So cute," Fang Chi relaxed his strength, "That's how my grandmother always said I didn't dare to try."

"Can I compete with your grandma?" Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, "I accompanied her to the market last month. She carried more than me and walked faster than me."

"Yes," Fang Chi smiled, "You really can't compare to her. The old lady in the countryside has done her whole life and has the ability to do this."

Speaking of which, Sun Wenqu also had muscles on his body, which were quite solid, but it felt quite tender in his touch. Fang Chi didn't dare to look at him, and kept staring at the wide and narrow patterns on the bed sheets.

"The waist is like before, let's take a few more strokes," Sun Wenqu said, "It's quite comfortable to knock it a few times just now."

"Yes." Fang Chi tapped and pressed him gently on his waist.

"Just just chatting with your grandparents?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Yeah," Fang Chi nodded, and sighed again after thinking about it, "My grandma has always..."

"I hope my great-grandson." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Fang Chi paused his movements and said softly: "Yes."

"Don't think about it," Sun Wenqu touched his lap, "Even if you want to find a girl to get married, it's not something you have to do now."

"Is it a day to go?" Fang Chi grabbed his hand.

"Shut down," said Sun Wenqu, "there is a reason and courage that must be said. If you have enough, think about these things."

"Yes." Fang Chi responded.

"That's what you say is similar to having fun in time," Sun Wenqu clenched his fingers in his palm, "But it's different. The responsibility cannot be forgotten, but the premise is that you can bear the day you can bear it."

"Yes." Fang Chi looked at his side face.

"Although it's true that anyone likes, men or women, is it right," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, "but it was just saying that everyone else went to the right on the same road, but we just walked to the left. This thing has been carried on the back since that day and cannot be shaken off... Isn't it a bit too heavy?"

"No," Fang Chi smiled, "I'm very willing to listen to you. Only at this time do I feel that you are ten years older than me."

"See the warmth from your father, son," said Sun Wenqu.

Fang Chi didn't say anything. After a while of silence, he leaned down on his back and kissed him.

Sun Wenqu’s skin is quite tight and warm.

Fang Chi Kissed up the way, and finally stopped on his earlobe, probably jumping on Sun Wenqu's face. Sun Wenqu closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fang Chi leaned over and kissed him again at the corner of his eyes, then pressed his hand against his back, and leaned forward to him.

...

Fang Chi originally thought it was so hot that he squeezed into the bed with Sun Wenqu, and probably woke up in the middle of the night.

But Sun Wenqu, a spoiled playboy, not only turned on the air conditioner, but also turned the temperature down, and he slept very well alone in a small blanket.

When Fang Chi woke up by the phone in the morning, he found that he was like an octopus, with his arms and legs hanging on Sun Wenqu's body.

He answered the phone and carefully let go of Sun Wenqu. Sun Wenqu immediately turned over and breathed a long sigh of relief as if he was liberated.

"We're leaving now!" Xu Zhou shouted on the other side of the phone, "It should be possible to get to your place before noon. If you come out to pick us up, we don't know the way."

"Well," Fang Chi responded, "Go to the chicken farm and call me, I'll pick you up at the intersection."

"Chicken farm?" Xu Zhou was stunned, "How can we know where is the chicken farm?"

"The ticket seller will call, and there will be a stop there," Fang Chi was afraid of waking up Sun Wenqu, and spoke softly, "Give me a call when you get there."
To be continued...