"Fart." Sun Wenqu's father sneered.

"I got in the car in the morning and I haven't eaten anything and can't fart," Fang Chi turned to look at him, "Actually, I'm quite surprised. Your own son, who has been watching him for thirty years, hasn't seen it well?"

"Xi Shi comes from the lover's eyes." Sun Wenqu's father said.

"That's also because he must be Xi Shi. There must be something good, otherwise anyone would like to see it." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu’s father looked at him without saying anything, and after a while he smiled: “You are quite interesting.”

"Oh." Fang Chi responded.

When he returned to the exhibition hall, Fang Chi bought a few bowls of Guandong cooking at the entrance of the exhibition hall and brought them into the exhibition hall.

There were a lot of people crowded in the booth of the studio. When Fang Chi was carrying a bag, he saw the TV station holding a microphone and looking at Sun Wenqu.

"Mr. Sun, what is the inspiration for this set of works?" asked the reporter, "What do you want to express when the work is named "Waiting"?"

"There is no exact source. As long as you have the heart, there will be countless inspirations around you. No work will have only one inspiration. It is a process of combining many ideas," Sun Wenqu's eyes passed through the crowd and fell on his face. "Waiting can be waiting for anything, waiting for some change, waiting for some growth. Everyone has this feeling."

Fang Chi smiled at him and walked around to the back of the booth.

Ma Liang was sitting behind his back and was busy with several studio people holding his laptop. When he saw him coming, he couldn't say more in front of so many people, and just asked, "What, what?"

"It's done," Fang Chi put Guandong on the table, "and didn't fight."

"Cai, what about the interview," Ma Liang pointed to the booth, "Didn't you listen?"

"I heard it all," Fang Chi said with a smile, "It's really official."

"No, I can't say it," Ma Liang walked to him and whispered, "The inspiration comes from my son and son."

Fang Chi was stunned.

Sun Wenqu was not interested in interviews, so he threw the reporter to Hu Yuanyuan after a few questions and hid behind the booth.

"Is there anything to eat?" He came over and sat next to the table and looked into the bag.

"Yes," Fang Chi nodded and asked Ma Liang again, "Uncle Liangzi, why don't you say a few words?"

"I'll forget it," Ma Liang smiled and took a bowl, and said while eating, "I'm going to say it, I'll say it, and the news needs to be added today, and it's time."

"You have to be evenly matched with your wife, you have to be extra time after you speak. You can't hear what she said without subtitles," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "The speed of speech is to complement you."

After eating Guandong Cooking, Fang Chi and Sun Wenqu walked out of the exhibition hall together and sat down on the steps at the side door.

"My dad is gone?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Well," Fang Chi nodded, "Why didn't you tell me that the man who came with him was your elder brother-in-law?"

"Forgot," Sun Wenqu tsk, "I'm very annoyed to him, and he doesn't want to pay attention to me. I probably still remember it now by pushing him two times before the New Year."

"...I thought it was your father's bodyguard, and he said that this bodyguard would not pick oranges." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu was stunned and laughed: "Why did you still pull the oranges?"

"Your dad took the car to eat oranges," Fang Chi scratched his head, "When he left, he asked me to pick a bag of oranges for him..."

"Is that right?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, "Where can I play with this?"

"I don't know," Fang Chi said to Sun Wenqu roughly what he had talked about in the car before, "I wanted to speak if I wanted to speak. He always asked, and there were a few words that were quite bad. I think I had to speak out."

"Very good," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "Very good."

"What's good?" Fang Chi also looked at him.

"Just...you say that," Sun Wenqu raised his hand and gently curled it on his face, "It's pretty good. If I were my dad, there would be nothing to say."

"I think your dad cares a lot about you, and he comes to see your exhibition." Fang Chi said.

"He just cared too much," Sun Wenqu sighed, "I hope he treats me as well as Sun Jiayue. Sun Jiayue lives so freely. No one has ever talked about her since she was a child like a lunatic."

"She can't make pottery," said Fang Chi. "If you weren't as talented as making pottery, your dad wouldn't have done this."

"You are quite good at speaking." Sun Wenqu tsk.

"I think, if you go home during the Chinese New Year, let's talk to your dad again. I think you two are so cruel before. You are annoyed when he says anything, and he is angry whatever you say," said Fang Chi. "Actually, I have been tempted by him several times, and he hasn't gotten angry too much. I don't think you two can't talk about it."

"Let's talk about it," Sun Wenqu smiled, "see the effect of this exhibition."

"Isn't it good? There will be news in the evening?" Fang Chi took out an orange from his pocket, peeled it and handed it to his mouth, "I think you are the most people here, and it seems that you have signed a lot of orders?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu opened his mouth and ate oranges, "You Uncle Liangzi and his studio are already quite famous, and they have done a good job before... Did you even get oranges?"

"I took a few of them after buying them," Fang Chi stripped one of them and ate them himself, "Can you get a lot of money this time?"

"Are you going to take it away?" Sun Wenqu asked with a smile.

"Whatever you want, just don't spend it randomly," Fang Chi thought about it and said, "Your dad actually knows that your money is with me!"

"Sun Yao said that, when I was having dinner with her last time, didn't I ask you for money?" Sun Wenqu stretched, "I just wanted her to say it."

"School," Fang Chi glanced at him, "I said I don't know how much money you have there. Your father doesn't believe it, and he doesn't know whether he believes it or not."

"Don't care about him, I just need to believe it." Sun Wenqu leaned against him and yawned.

"I have no place to let you lean on me this morning, but I'll exhaust you from dying." Fang Chi glanced at him.

"If the security guard doesn't care, I will just lie down," Sun Wenqu smiled. "I said you don't have to worry about other people's attitudes, just pay attention to my mood."

"Hey," Fang Chi was silent for a while, touched Sun Wenqu with his arm, "I tell you, you can't always do this. You should be at home... just ease it if you can."

Sun Wenqu turned his head and looked at him. After a long time, he patted his lap: "Yes."

"I'll go to your place to stay in the evening," said Fang Chi. "I'll have to go back to school tomorrow afternoon and have classes on Monday."

"I'll take you back to school?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Stop sending it, you have to come here tomorrow. And I'll see that after signing the order in the past few days, Uncle Liangzi will be busy with you again," Fang Chi looked around. There was no one. He pulled Sun Wenqu's hand and pinched it. "This year's New Year is early, and it will be a holiday in two months. You can pick me up when the time comes."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu said.

The exhibition may be quite boring for Sun Wenqu. Fang Chi saw that he had been hiding lazily behind the booth, or he would go out for a walk.

Fang Chi thought it was quite good. Anyway, as long as he could stay with Sun Wenqu, it would be no different whether to sit in a daze or walk around.

Today is the first day, with a lot of people and a long time. Fang Chi followed Sun Wenqu to look in the exhibition hall and heard Sun Wenqu tell him how good this is and what is a little worse. It is quite interesting.

And he found that there were quite a lot of people who knew Sun Wenqu.

Fang Chi could feel that Sun Wenqu was a little uncomfortable with being recognized. When he greeted someone, if the other party was from his father's generation, he would smile politely. He was about the same age and was a little lazy.

Perhaps it is because in the eyes of these people, this is Sun Zhengzhi's son, the son who is talented in being Tao but has never made anything.

"Go out for a walk," said Fang Chi, "I see that there are local specialties exhibitions in the square."

"Okay, do you want to buy it?" Sun Wenqu smiled. When he was walking out, his cell phone rang. He took it out and looked, "Rayon."

"Oh," Fang Chi sighed, "Did you ask you to go back to the booth?"

"I don't know," Sun Wenqu answered the phone, "What's the matter?"

"I'll have to have dinner with that boss Liu later," Hu Yuanyuan's voice came from over there, "Are you not going?"

"I definitely won't go, do you need to ask?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I just said no need to ask, just let you two leave. Liangzi insisted that you ask, saying that if you get hurt and have a stomachache, you want to go," Hu Yuanyuan said, "Then you two can play by yourself, but you still have to disturb you at night. They are in a hurry to sign the contract, and Liangzi wants to find out the details with you."

"Yeah, I understand." Sun Wenqu said a few words and hung up the phone.

"What?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"They will pick up customers tonight," Sun Wenqu said, "We can leave now."

"Don't you need to go?" Fang Chi asked.

"No, they are good at this kind of thing," Sun Wenqu stretched with a smile, "Let's go."

"Where do you go?" Fang Chi jumped with him.

"Where do you want to go?" Sun Wenqu asked back.
Chapter completed!