In the past, Fang Chi saw Sun Wenqu make pottery, but he didn't pay attention to pottery, but just stared at him.

Sun Wenqu sat in front of the turntable for a few hours, and he only watched for a few hours, but he never thought about how this thing was made and why a small bottle took so long.

It was his turn today, and he realized where he spent so much time.

Just such an initial plate, after forming, it first tries to shape, and then it keeps pressing and wiping repeatedly. If Sun Wenqu is not there, just his fingers will be at the same level as the level of the plate. Not to mention a few hours or a few days, the plate will not be burned.

It turned out that what Sun Wenqu did was such a job that was a little fun in the early stage, but then he was full of hard work.

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu and seemed to understand how he practiced his calmness and laziness without any movement.

But I didn't understand what I thought was that Sun Wenqu was so lazy, so how could he persist and sit like this, carrying the waist, shoulder pain and not moving.

This person's personality is too inconsistent.

"Why do you have to pinch it for so long?" Fang Chi followed Sun Wenqu and pressed it all the time on the plate, "I think it's quite flat and smooth."

"There are bubbles that will crack as soon as they burn." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh," Fang Chi looked at him, "Are you tired?"

After dinner, they returned to the house to continue making the plate, and sat unknowingly for more than two hours in the repeated correction movements.

"I'm used to it," said Sun Wenqu, "I may not feel anything by tomorrow morning."

"You will be lumbar muscle strain when you always do this," Fang Chi pounded his waist twice, "Why do I help you press..."

"You can try it if I don't have any strain on my lumbar muscles." Sun Wenqu said.

"How...Damn," Fang Chi smiled, "Why now?"

"Be honest at your house," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "The boy is holding a torch downstairs."

Fang Chi smiled and stretched: "I'll press your waist?"

"After a while," Sun Wenqu also stretched, "It's almost done today, and you can finish the work when you return to school."

"No," Fang Chi was stunned, "So long? I thought I could use it to serve the dishes tomorrow."

"If you think beautifully, you have to dry it and burn it," Sun Wenqu said, "but if this plate is made thin, the time will be shorter."

At almost twelve o'clock, Sun Wenqu finally said that the plate was OK. He took a small bamboo stick and pressed it lightly and heavily on the edge of the plate, making wavy patterns.

"So beautiful," Fang Chi felt very tired, but when he heard this, he suddenly became excited. He bent down and stared at the plate for a long time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but spread to both sides, "This is what we did."

"Yes." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"We made it together," Fang Chi said again.

"Yes." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"This is the first thing we've made together." Fang Chi looked up at him.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu leaned over and kissed him, "If you want to, you can do something complicated together in the future."

"Okay." Fang Chi chuckled.

"Really do it? I think you are very tired." Sun Wenqu said.

"I'm not tired, I'll definitely not do it myself. If you are with me, I'll be fine." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu smiled and took out a brush from the tool next to him. Fang Chi was stunned: "Don't you say it won't be colored?"

"Write a few words," Sun Wenqu slowly made up the paint, "What are you writing..."

"Sun Wenqu is Fang Chi's." Fang Chi said without thinking.

Sun Wenqu was amused as soon as he heard this: "Okay."

"Wait," Fang Chi said with a smile, "Will someone see it after writing it?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu curled the corners of his mouth.

Fang Chi hesitated for a few seconds and tskated: "See it, see it, just write this."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything anymore, took a pen and started writing on the bottom of the plate.

Fang Chi felt that his eyes were a little too busy. He had never seen Sun Wenqu write with a brush. While he wanted to see the process of characters slowly appearing from the tip of the pen, he also wanted to see Sun Wenqu's slender fingers holding the pen, and he also wanted to see Sun Wenqu's eyelids hanging and focused on his own barrier...

Too busy.

Fang Chi's breathing lightly, his eyes were changing back and forth on Sun Wenqu's face, pen tip, and plate.

When he finished writing the first word, he was stunned. He didn't see what word it was.

But he didn't ask, because he was afraid of disturbing Sun Wenqu. Whenever Sun Wenqu went down to do something, he would subconsciously keep quiet, and always felt that if Sun Wenqu was disturbed at this moment, he would be plucked on his face.

Because he didn't see the first word, he focused on the tip of his pen.

For people who write well, it is a pleasure to read his writing. The smooth and relaxed strokes and the staggered structure make a character appear so easily and beautifully.

Although I don't know each other.

But I still feel beautiful.

He guessed the second word just by mistake, it was a traditional Chinese question.

Sun Wenqu did write "Sun Wenqu is Fang Chi's", but after writing seven words, Fang Chi only roughly recognized the two words "Ming and Yi".

After writing the last stroke, Sun Wenqu breathed a sigh of relief and put down his pen.

"What are these words?" Fang Chi finally had the chance to speak.

"Seal text," Sun Wenqu said, "Don't you want to write and don't want people to see it? That's all. Grandpa and grandma definitely don't know each other, and your classmates probably can see it at a glance."

Fang Chi smiled happily: "I found that you are really... very different, very different, different from anyone."

"Now wait for the plate to dry," Sun Wenqu stood up, stretching his waist and kissing him on the neck, "It's time to sleep."

When Fang Chi returned to his house and lay down, he felt that he was so amazing today. The good night kiss before going to bed did not raise the flag, nor did he hug Sun Wenqu and wanted to go back to the house.

Maybe I was tired, or I was staring at Sun Wenqu for a whole day today, and I was so excited about it...

Of course, he closed his eyes, perhaps because he could feel that Sun Wenqu didn't want to be too close at home.

He always felt that only he would be so nervous, but he didn't expect that someone like Sun Wenqu who never cares about anything would do the same.

It's because he's thinking about himself.

Although Sun Wenqu's reaction made him more stressed, he still couldn't suppress his happiness.

It was because of himself, Sun Wenqu, who didn't care about anything, became cautious.

He didn't fall asleep after lying on the bed for half an hour. He turned around and felt like he had fried himself into two sides of browned and fragrant fried eggs.

Finally, he got up and went to the rooftop to smoke a cigarette.

Grandpa and grandma fell asleep early, and he didn't want Sun Wenqu to hear it.

After smoking the cigarette, he stared at the backyard for a while before he turned around and touched the room like a thief.

When the plate is ready, it will be placed there to wait for drying. Fang Chi will go and take a look when he has time. He has already remembered how to write those few words and strokes clearly. Now he can write them out immediately after giving him a pen.

When the plate was dried and could be put into the electric furnace for burning, he once again felt that Sun Wenqu would sit next to the kiln in Ma Liang's studio for several hours every time.

What does it look like when it burns?

What color?

Could it be that because he was not doing enough, Sun Wenqu was so professional that his plate was half burned and cracked?

"I think you chose the wrong career in your university," Fang Chi was watching his grandfather make dishes in the small vegetable garden, and his grandmother photographed him, "You should go to the Shuiqu to learn how to cook plates."

"Forget it," Fang Chi laughed, "This relationship is too complicated."

It’s both a father and a grandpa and a master. This relationship is a shameless 18|18|

"Can this plate serve food?" grandma asked.

"Yes," Fang Chi nodded, "it should...can."

"This one is a little smaller, and it's not the same as the ones made in the original canal." Grandma said with some regret.

"This is not put at home," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I took it to the school."

"Take it to school?" Grandma looked at him, "Why do you take a plate to school?"

"I don't know, just commemorate it. This is what I did with the water canal." Fang Chi said.

"Why didn't you think you were so concerned about other things?" Grandma sat down beside him, "I think you and Shuiqu are better than Xiao Yiming."

"They are... different." Fang Chi said carefully, but boldly.

"Different?" Grandma turned her head curiously, "Why are they different?"

"Xiao Yiming is my dear buddy," Fang Chi picked up a stone from the ground and threw it in his hand. "The canal is... better than the dear buddy."

"What is that?" Grandma didn't understand.

Fang Chi threw the stone, caught it, pinched the stone with his fingers a few times, and bit his lip: "If Shuiqu was a woman, I would marry her."

"Oh," Grandma was stunned for a moment and slapped him on the back, "What are you talking nonsense about this kid?"

"No nonsense." Fang Chi smiled, feeling his whole body stiff. The slap of his grandmother on his back almost made his heart burst into his throat.
To be continued...