Fang Chi did not ask Sun Wenqu where the exhibition was. He was afraid that Sun Wenqu would guess that he would be back, so he would not be surprised.

Anyway, the scale of this exhibition is quite large, and you can find it by just checking it. At the exhibition center, Fang Chi looked at the introduction. It was probably an exhibition where relatively modern and innovative works participated. All kinds of high-end introductions make people feel vulgar.

Fang Chi came out of the train station and took a taxi and went there. If he was at the exhibition center, he would pass by their school. After a while, he would be able to buy the fried chestnuts that decided Cheng Mo's future.

There are a lot of people in the exhibition center, and the exhibition occupies several exhibition halls. The layout is very modern. Just stand outside the exhibition hall and just glance inside and you can see several cool booths. It feels very different from the traditional pottery in your mind.

Fang Chi didn't go in, and there was a body search there. If someone asked someone to scan it out and bring a pot of flowers, he would be a little embarrassed. He probably only had the only one who brought a pot of flowers to the exhibition, and he still brought a glass bottle of flowers.

He took out his cell phone and called Ma Liang, but Hu Yuanyuan answered the phone. As soon as the phone rang, she heard her voice: "Big nephew."

"...Auntie," Fang Chi called, "What, are you in the exhibition center?"

"Yes, I've been there for two hours. Your Uncle Liangzi walked away and didn't bring your cell phone," Hu Yuanyuan said, "What?"

"Then... Is Sun Wenqu here?" Fang Chi asked.

"He is still not on the way to sleep whenever he has something to do," Hu Yuanyuan paused again after saying that, "You are not back, are you?"

"Well, I'm outside the exhibition hall." Fang Chi scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oh, you are so awesome," Hu Yuanyuan said with a smile, and then explained to him quickly, "I'll tell you, just... Your uncle Liangzi left the exhibition hall and looked at Hall 1. He should have gone out from there. You look for him first, and look for him first!"

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, turned around and looked over the door of Hall 1, and saw Ma Liang who was walking out quickly from inside at a glance.

"Ma Liang!" Fang Chi shouted, and here he was embarrassed to openly call a man in his thirties.

Ma Liang turned his head, saw him, and glared hard at the right circle: "Why are you here?"

"Am I causing trouble?" Fang Chi scratched his head, and more and more people were around. Staff, exhibitors and spectators were walking back and forth around him, and Ma Liang also had a busy expression on his face.

"No," Ma Liang looked over the gate of the exhibition center, "Your dad will arrive in a while, but your dad, your dad, has also arrived."

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"I'll pick him up, I'll pick him up," said Ma Liang.

"Then I'll avoid it. He'll be upset when he sees me later." Fang Chi quickly carried the box and wanted to leave.

"It's too late," Ma Liang looked behind him, and showed a warm smile, "Master, Master!"

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and turned his eyes to see Sun Wenqu’s father.

In fact, according to his true thoughts, he wanted to run away. Sun Wenqu was not present. Sun Wenqu's father had a stronger aura than when Sun Wenqu made pottery, and it was always like a surrounding, making people have nowhere to hide.

Coupled with his last collision with Sun Wenqu’s father and his tacit understanding of Li Bowen’s fall into the pit, he really didn’t want to face this tall and thin old man who looked elegant and tough.

But it was really embarrassing to run away in front of others. Fang Chi forced himself to turn around, smiled at Sun Wenqu's sharp gaze, and greeted him: "Hello Uncle Sun."

"You are really here." Sun Wenqu's father swept his face with no expression on his face.

"I just came back in the morning." Fang Chi said.

"Is that right?" Sun Wenqu's father didn't look at him anymore and walked towards Hall 1, "Will he be dazzled when he saw you in Gay?"

As soon as the word gay bar came out, Fang Chi froze.

What's the thing?

Don’t talk about going to gay, this word has never been thought of since he knew his nature for so many years. When he suddenly heard Sun Wenqu’s father say it, he was almost stunned for several seconds before he realized it.

At the same time, what I realized was that someone said something, and even if you think about it, you can tell that this person is Li Bowen.

The fire of the Taishang Laojun Dan Furnace ignited from the soles of his feet almost twisted his neck when he turned around to look for Li Bowen.

Li Bowen did not come with him, and only a man in his forties followed Sun Wenqu’s father.

Fang Chi frowned and looked at Sun Wenqu’s father’s back: “It’s not that he is dazzling, but that he is so heartbroken.”

Sun Wenqu's father had already taken several steps, and stopped after hearing this, turned to look at him.

"Some people are really blind," Fang Chi glared at him, "No, they are blind."

"What did you say?" the man next to him frowned and asked.

Ma Liang winked at him while on the side, and then smiled at Sun Wenqu’s father: “Master, Master, let’s go in, go.”

Sun Wenqu's father raised his hand to Ma Liang, looked at Fang Chi, and thought about it and walked up to him again: "Speak."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, mainly because he didn't expect Sun Wenqu's father to suddenly face him, and he suddenly forgot what he said before, "What did he say?"

"I'm blind." Sun Wenqu's father curled the corners of his mouth.

Although this smile was Sun Wenqu’s biological father at first glance, Fang Chi was not at all friendly. He was nervous and saw Ma Liang’s helpless expression on his face, "You want to finish".

He glared at Sun Wenqu's father for several seconds, with a spirit of sacrificing oneself for justice, but he said: "Although I don't know if it's really blind or fake blind,... I know what's going on, but I still close my eyes and pretend to be blind."

Fang Chi didn't say that Sun Wenqu's father was really blind, nor did he think he was really blind. He always felt that with the old man's rank, Li Bowen's magical skills that he wanted to beat a big bus at a glance should not be able to see through.

If he wants to see it, this is an endless competition between father and son. The old man is used to controlling and seeking face. Sun Wenqu just refuses to give it to him.

Sun Wenqu’s father didn’t say anything and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

To be honest, Fang Chi discovered today that Sun Wenqu’s habitual signs and movements were exactly the same as his father.

Originally, he was worried that if he would continue fighting, he would be beaten by the middle-aged man next to him, but Sun Wenqu's father didn't say anything anymore. He glanced at him a few times and turned around and left.

"You are here, wait here," Ma Liang patted his shoulder, "Your father, come on."

"Well," Fang Chi sighed, "Did you just wink at me?"

"I want to squeeze my face together, and I squeezed it all," Ma Liang pointed at him, "You are awesome, you are more awesome than your father."

"I'm finished?" Fang Chi asked.

"No, it's easy to say," Ma Liang looked at Sun Wenqu's father's back, "except for asking, asking, asking... Hey fuck | Your father, no one has ever said that, he has ever said that."

Ma Liang hurriedly followed into Hall 1. Fang Chi stood at the door for a while, turned around and walked outside the exhibition center, sat down next to the steps, and placed the box containing flowers at his feet.

He is so young that he can't hold back. He can't say a few words to people he doesn't know. Why can he say this to Sun Wenqu's father? He even ran in the direction of sucking.

Anyone who doesn't know this can think that he and Li Bowen are in the same group.

Fang Chiting sat depressedly on the steps, watching the people coming in and out, there were many people coming to see the exhibition, and there were some people selling pottery in the exhibition hall, so in addition to the merchants, there were also many young people who like pottery to watch.

Fang Chi really wanted to go in and see the pottery that Sun Wenqu had only been making for a year, but when he thought that Old Master Sun, who had just had a sword and slashed with him, was there, he didn't want to move.

After sitting on the steps for almost twenty minutes, he saw Sun Wenqu walking over with the studio's technical supervisor.

Sun Wenqu only saw him after he stepped up the steps, and was stunned after taking one step.

Fang Chi sat down without moving, so he raised his hand and rubbed his nose, a little excited and a little embarrassed.

"Go in first." Sun Wenqu patted the supervisor on the shoulder, then walked over and stood in front of him. After the supervisor left, he squatted down and curled his lips, "Fang Xiaochi, you can do it."

Fang Chi chuckled twice: "Are you surprised?"

"Surprise," Sun Wenqu smiled and looked at him for a long time before speaking again, "I'm so happy that I didn't reveal any news at all. When did it arrive?"

At this moment, Fang Chi's mood suddenly turned into a sunny sun, and the smile on his lips was not enough: "I just arrived, I came back in the morning by bus."

"Aren't you going to the club today?" Sun Wenqu sat next to him and looked at him.

"I took a leave," Fang Chi smiled, "I'm afraid you don't have time to pass, so I came here by myself."

"I really want to kiss you." Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

Fang Chi subconsciously glanced at the exhibition hall: "Do you know that your dad is here?"

Sun Wenqu nodded: "Did you meet?"

"Well, I..." Fang Chi lowered his head, "I said a few words to him, and I feel like I'm going to finish."

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu laughed, "Why did you push me?"

"I just came back this morning. He said someone saw me in the gay bar. Damn," Fang Chi frowned, "It must be the idiot Li Bowen's chicken | Battack on his head."

Sun Wenqu saw that he didn't say anything. After almost a minute, he laughed out loud. He couldn't stop laughing for a long time.

"Why are you laughing? I'm so angry that I can't stand it anymore," Fang Chi frowned, "Stop laughing, choking."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu touched his face, "Fang Xiaochi, you can make a group with your Uncle Liangzi, go and run the field."

"I'm serious. I was so angry that I choked your dad and said he was blind." Fang Chi said.

"He is not blind," Sun Wenqu smiled and tsk, "He just waved the flag and pointed me a way, staring at me as he couldn't pass, and he would lose face."

"You said," Fang Chi was a little depressed, "If I do this, he hates me even more."

"Don't care," Sun Wenqu put his arm on his shoulder, "I can just like you, I can just like you if you like it too much... What's in this box? Cake?"

"No," Fang Chi then remembered his gift. When he reached out to open it, he stopped again, turned to Sun and asked Qu Xiaoxiao, "Guess what it is?"

Sun Wenqu bounced the box with his fingers, picked it up and weighed it a few times: "Tea eggs."

"...Can you have some normal thinking?" Fang Chi said.

"Hot chocolate." Sun Wenqu said.

"...Are you hungry?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"I can't guess," Sun Wenqu laughed, "You can give away any bones when you give people something, how can I guess?"

Fang Chi glanced at the little bone on his neck and smiled: "Then open it and read it, be careful."
To be continued...