There were more people at the exhibition the next day, because the news last night was put on a special topic, and there were a lot more people watching it than on the first day.

Fang Chi originally wanted to pull Sun Wenqu to sleep for a while, but Sun Wenqu woke up early in the morning. He got up and watched the TV replay while washing.

"Oh," he stared at the scene of the reporter Cai Fang Shisun Wenqu on TV, "I found you are really on camera."

"Is that right?" Sun Wenqu is not very interested in these things. He has no feeling when he has watched reporters interview his father since he was a child. "Are you very handsome?"

"It looks like an extraordinary artist at first glance," Fang Chi held his toothbrush in his mouth, "so handsome."

"You still have to accompany me to the exhibition in the morning," Sun Wenqu said while putting on his clothes, "I'll take you to the station after lunch."

"If you want to be busy, just send me to the gate of the exhibition center. I will take a taxi by myself and it won't be troublesome." Fang Chi said.

"So considerate," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I don't look like leeks anymore."

"It will always grow into leek flowers," said Fang Chi, "and I have to go to our school to buy fried chestnuts. Cheng Mo wants to use this thing to capture Xiao Yiming."

"…The creativity is so special." Sun Wenqu said.

Take a taxi to the station by yourself.

When Fang Chi said this, he didn't feel that he couldn't do it. After watching Sun Wenqu one morning and watching another lunch, he suddenly regretted it.

I regretted the suggestion that Sun Wenqu stayed here yesterday and did not go to the semicolon.

I can't bear to leave.

It's just crazy.

Fang Chi, how did you achieve your noble character yesterday?

What medicine did you take wrong?

Finally, he went around the back of the booth and said to Sun Wenqu, who was sitting on a chair playing with his phone: "You'd better... take me to the station."

Sun Wenqu raised his head, leaned against the chair, stretched out his legs and smiled: "Don't you tell me you went?"

"I changed my mind," said Fang Chi, "and I have to buy chestnuts, it's more convenient if you give it to me."

"Didn't you say you still have to buy chestnuts in the morning so I don't have to give it to you?" Sun Wenqu curled his lips.

"Do you give me a word?" Fang Chi said with a tweet.

"Let's go." Sun Wenqu stood up with a smile and took his coat.

Sitting in the little Beetle, neither of them spoke. Fang Chi kept looking at Sun Wenqu’s side face. The sun was very good today, and the sun shone half a circle of warm golden halos on Sun Wenqu’s face, which looked very beautiful.

Sun Wenqu took a shower in the morning, and now he can still smell the faint smell of coconut milk on his body.

Fang Chi sighed softly, looked out the car window, looking at the familiar street scene. At this time, the reluctance and slight anxiety that had to be separated again began to spread clearly and uncontrollably in his heart.

It tastes not very good.

The fried chestnuts still taste old and delicious. Fang Chi held a bag of chestnuts and stood at the school gate with Sun Wenqu.

"Thinking about it, life is really fast," Fang Chi looked at the students who walked into the school one after another. "If you accidentally, this place will become your alma mater."

"Yes," Sun Wenqu nodded while eating chestnuts, "In a year, you have changed from a 14-year-old second-year junior high school student to a freshman."

Fang Chi laughed: "Hey, stop talking. I was thinking about helping Fang Ying at that time, maybe Xiaoguo will have a hard time."

"Thank you too," Sun Wenqu said, "or you won't be able to touch me."

"Well," Fang Chi looked at him very seriously, "I almost missed the treasure."

"This flattery," Sun Wenqu raised his thumb, "The rhythm is clear, and the lightness is appropriate."

Fang Chi tsk twice: "I won't take pictures in the future, I just need to know it in my heart."

From my dear alma mater to the train station, there was no traffic jam all the way, and I felt like teleportation arrived.

Sun Wenqu parked his car in the parking lot and was about to get out of the car and go to the entrance with Fang Chi. Fang Chi stopped him, opened the door and pushed him back to the cab.

"You go back directly," he looked at no one on the left and right and looked into his head through the car window and kissed Sun Wenqu on the face, "I went there myself, and I had no luggage."

"Don't I need to accompany you?" Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"No," Fang Chi smiled, "I'm afraid that if I get excited, I will force you into it."

Sun Wenqu smiled and reached out to pinch his face: "Okay, then you go over by yourself, tell me."

"Well, then I'll leave," Fang Chi nodded, turned around and walked for two steps and stopped again, turned around, "Let's go."

"Hurry up." Sun Wenqu leaned against the seat and smiled.

Fang Chi gritted his teeth and turned around, and strode towards the ticket gate of the station.

The ticket check was quite fast, and he didn't bring much luggage, just a bag, and he quickly went in.

When he entered the station and was about to turn the corner, he looked back and was stunned.

Sun Wenqu stood outside the ticket gate, his arms were on the railing and looking at him, with a smile on his lips.

"Damn!" Fang Chi was stunned. It was too late to go back and go out, so he had to take out his cell phone and dial Sun Wenqu's number, "Why are you here? Didn't you let you go directly!"

"I knew you would look back," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed when you look back."

"If I had known you had followed me, I wouldn't have entered first!" Fang Chi glared at him.

"That's a lot of delay," Sun Wenqu said, "Okay, go in, I'll leave."

"Well," Fang Chi looked at him from afar, "Driving slowly."

Sun Wenqu hung up the phone, waved at him, and turned around and left.

Before the person got on the bus, the surging lovesickness was already out of control like a volcano erupting. Fang Chi sighed and went to buy a box of ice cream. He finished it in one breath before he calmed down.

When I returned to school, I just sent a message to Sun Wenqu that it had arrived and had not entered the dormitory building yet, I saw Cheng Mo running out of the building.

"You are back! We are really in harmony. I just came out of the toilet and stood next to the window when I saw you," Cheng Mo patted his shoulder and took away his bag, "Have you bought chestnuts?"

"I bought four bags," said Fang Chi, "people say this thing will not taste good after being left for two days. How do you do it?"

"It's okay, just go to the cafeteria to borrow the oven, and the microwave is fine," said Cheng Mo. "I have checked several methods of processing and stir-frying chestnuts. I will take it to him after I finish it in the evening."

"Have you met these two days?" Fang Chi asked while walking upstairs.

"No, I said I would go to him for dinner, but he said I was not available," Cheng Mo said with a tweet, "I asked him if he had time to eat fried chestnuts in the evening."

"It must be." Fang Chi smiled.

After returning to school, everything instantly changed back to its previous state.

In class, read books, go to club training and work part-time, and occasionally He Dongbao went to the school rock climbing team, and then asked about the progress of Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming... Fang Chi felt that his adaptability was really strong. Although he thought to himself that Sun Wenqu was not thinking well, his life was still quite normal.

The matter of Sun Wenqu’s partnership with Ma Liang began soon. Anyway, their relationship had nothing to do with the conditions that needed to be discussed back and forth, so Ma Liang just waited for Sun Wenqu to nod.

It turned out that Fang Chi just thought that he might be very busy when he went to the branch rudder. Sun Wenqu couldn't stand it, but he didn't expect that it would be much easier to stay in the head rudder. Every time he called Sun Wenqu, he was busy, and sometimes he could be busy until eleven or twelve o'clock.

"I'd like to let you come here if I knew it," Fang Chi sighed. "Why is the design director so busy? I thought this job was just ahhh. Pay attention. This one should be like this and that one should be like that. OK, go and do it, and then you can have tea."

Sun Wenqu smiled on the other end of the phone for a long time: "I haven't been so busy anymore. Isn't this the beginning? There are so many things to do. I happened to sign a big order again, and I will almost have to deliver the goods after the New Year."

"Do you have to be busy during the Chinese New Year?" Fang Chi asked.

"Maybe the holiday time is shorter," Sun Wenqu said, "But if you have time, you can come and spend two days with me and watch me busy."

"Okay," Fang Chi laughed a little, "I'm actually very satisfied if I can watch you."

"You don't have to always emphasize that you can just look at me," Sun Wenqu whispered, "You have proved how false this is with countless practices."

Fang Chi was happy and felt a little embarrassed: "If you don't want to do anything, I can't just watch it."

"Really?" Sun Wenqu said, "Okay, you can come back during the winter vacation like this. Anyway, I was tired at that time and didn't want to make trouble. Just sit aside and look at me."

"…Damn." Fang Chi was stunned.

"Look at this reaction," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Are you depressed."

"I don't believe you have no need," Fang Chi looked at no one around and lowered his voice, "I'm suffocating you old man, I'll wait for you to cry and beg me."

Sun Wenqu couldn't stop laughing there.

Life is still quite fast, especially when you are in a happy mood and have a hope.

There are some time Fang Chi will be depressed, such as spending Christmas alone, such as Sun Wenqu is very busy on New Year's Day, and his club was also very busy during those days and couldn't take a leave...

At this time, Fang Chi will feel like the protagonist of a bitter show, flirting with somersaults in love.

"Fang Chi finally let us balance it," Li Zheng had just broken up with his girlfriend for a month. At this moment, he was looking at Fang Chi who was bowing his head and sending messages to Sun Wenqu, "I didn't even reunite with my girlfriend on the three-day New Year's Day holiday!"

Several people in the dormitory nodded to express their satisfaction.

"You are happy to death," Fang Chi did not look up, "You single dogs who can only reunite with your roommates no matter what festival."

"Oh my god," Zhang Junyi was taking a towel to wash his face. When he heard this, he threw the towel up and threw it up. "I can't let you go today! If you don't get rid of you, you don't know how our single dogs bark."

"Wow!" Li Zheng shouted and rushed over.

Several people in the dormitory squeezed into a group and pressed Fang Chi on the table, poking and tickling for a long time.

After everyone left, Fang Chi lay on the table and rubbed his arms with a smile: "Hey, why do I feel like someone biting me?"

"I bit it!" Li Zheng said, then took the phone that Fang Chi had thrown aside and looked at it, and was stunned, "Why is your girlfriend's avatar a man?"

"...her male god." Fang Chi realized that the phone was taken by Li Zheng, and was shocked. This was not a weird dormitory like Cheng Mo and others. Five of the six people were talking about various girls every day. He quickly snatched the phone from Li Zheng.
To be continued...