"Get up, get up!" Ma Liang entered the bedroom and threw Sun Wenqu's clothes and pants all over the floor on his bed.

"No," Sun Wenqutuan buried his head in the quilt, "I said I won't go to the hospital."

"Hair, it's burning!" Ma Liang rubbed his hands and touched his forehead, "Winter, winter, it's all the fire! Get up!"

Sun Wenqu didn't move, didn't say anything, and grabbed the quilt and didn't let go.

"Bear! I'm hitting, I'm hitting someone!" Ma Liang roared.

Sun Wenqu didn't want to move or speak, and his whole body felt chills. He whispered for a while in the middle of the night, and his throat was dry and painful. If you want to say it was uncomfortable, it was not difficult to bear it, but if you have to stand it, you can't stand it.

I have to get up, wear clothes, wear pants, and wash... it's so troublesome.

When he thought of this, he felt that he should have the courage to challenge himself and see how long he could withstand.

However, Ma Liang did not give him a chance to challenge him, and grabbed him out of the quilt with his arm. When he frowned and was about to get angry, he said, "If you believe me, I will tell Fang Fang Chi."

"Tell me, isn't it good to have a sick person?" Sun Wenqu said weakly, but he still put his arm into the clothes Ma Liang had supported him. "I tell you Liangzi, if you have a child in the future, you will definitely be annoyed by you. Sooner or later, you will be harmed by your parents."

"Shut up." Ma Liang said angrily.

Sun Wenqu was taken to the hospital by Ma Liang and found an acquaintance. After the examination, he was dragged to the infusion room and lying in the small ward to hang up in the water.

"I don't know that I'm going to have the final rescue here," Sun Wenqu lies on the hospital bed. "There is no pillow in this bed. It's better to sit down if you lie down like a cerebral congestion."

"Stop talking nonsense," Ma Liang frowned, "I'll go pee, do you want to eat, do you want to eat?"

Sun Wenqu tsk, "Can you not talk about these two together?"

"Eat something, what." Ma Liang asked again.

"It's best to put some peanuts into hot chocolate and crushed walnuts..." Sun Wenqu yawned.

Before he finished speaking, Ma Liang turned around and went out: "You're hungry."

Fang Chi got up early, not a good biological clock. He didn't sleep much that night.

Although grandpa's attitude had eased and grandma didn't blame him much, the two old men's sad compromise still made him feel like a thorn in his heart.

He thought about it all night and it was the best result. Compared to Xiao Yiming, who had a home that could not be returned, he had a smooth sailing.

Sun Wenqu’s house was smashed by his grandmother, the desk lamp was broken, the mattress was cut by a hatchet, there were knife marks on the table, and the drawer fell to the ground. However, the chair that could not get up could escape the disaster and was overturned.

Fang Chi cleaned up gently while sighing at grandma's explosive power, but when he thought about it, he felt very distressed. Grandma's power was purely stimulated by himself.

He squatted on the ground and picked up the design drawings that Sun Wenqu had not taken away, and his numbers were already messy.

He put the pictures one by one in order to meet the numbers. Although these were all scrap manuscripts, he could still see the "waiting" that was closer to what everyone saw when they were finally participating in the exhibition.

With these pictures, Fang Chi could still remember the scene where Sun Wenqu sat in front of this table and was drawing the pictures intently. A glance would make him feel warm and down-to-earth side face.

He took all the drawings into his house and put them in the drawer.

One day, Sun Wenqu becomes a master like Sun Zhengzhi, and he can take out these pictures to auction.

Fang Chi didn't know if he was thinking too much about Sun Wenqu or the auction of these pictures. In short, when his grandfather handed a stack of money to him, he almost jumped up in fear.

"Grandpa?" He looked at the money, "What's this for?"

"I saw the canal for him," Grandpa looked at the house, "I see that your grandma has broken a lot of this passage, and I don't know how to estimate the price..."

"Grandpa, it's okay," Fang Chi stood up, "I looked at it and it wasn't bad. How powerful can my grandma be? He will definitely not be able to collect your money."

"Then buy some things for him, or you can change them again according to the broken things in the room," Grandpa thought for a while and said, "One code is the same as the code."

"Then you don't need your money," Fang Chi took it and stuffed it back into his grandfather's pocket. "Grandpa, I tell you, I make a lot of money on part-time jobs, and I don't need my parents to get the tuition fees."

"Your parents..." Grandpa sighed as soon as he mentioned his parents, "If they have any opinions on you this time, I really want to talk about them. Raising a son is easier than planting a tree."

"When did they say when did they reply?" Fang Chi was a little worried.

"The day after tomorrow, there is no business now. I'll come back after packing up," Grandpa patted his shoulder, "Don't think too much."

Although Sun Wenqu never gets sick like Fang Chi, he has been sick very few times. He can't encounter it once every few years.

He was quite afraid of hiding water. As soon as the needle was stabbed in, he immediately felt that his arm was ruined and he dared not move. He didn't even dare to change his hand from a different angle. There was always an illusion that the needle would break through the skin and radiate blood all over the ground when he moved it.

Today I was tying my left hand, so when the phone in my left pants pocket rang, he kept his left arm at 90 degrees and did not dare to change. He could not take out the phone with his right hand no matter what.

"What are you doing?" Ma Liang, who was playing with his cell phone, looked at him.

"What are you doing? Have you watched enough of the show?" Sun Wenqu tsk, "You met me the first day!"

"Oh," Ma Liang was happy, reached out and took out his phone for him, and took a look, "Your dear, son."

Sun Wenqu took the phone and answered: "Hey."

"Are you busy?" Fang Chi asked from the other end of the phone, "It took so long to answer the phone."

"I'm not busy, I just put my phone in my pocket for a long time," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You can hear your throat better today."

"Well, it's much more comfortable," Fang Chi laughed twice, "I'll just say it's better in a day or two, so don't worry."

"Then don't be proud, I will raise you." Sun Wenqu felt that he could almost tell the attitude of his grandparents when he heard Fang Chi's voice.

If something goes wrong now, Fang Chi's voice will immediately become hoarse again.

"Where are you?" Fang Chi suddenly asked, "Is the hospital? Why did I hear someone shouting for a sneer test?"

"Well, in the hospital," Sun Wenqu glanced at Ma Liang, "You uncle Liangzi drank too much yesterday and slept in the car all night. This morning I had a fever."

Ma Liang tsk, leaned over to the phone and coughed twice: "Big, big nephew, your dear, my dear, my dear, accompany me in the hospital, not at all, not thoughtful."

"Uncle Liangzi is careful about his health," Fang Chi said with a smile, "Don't you say you are not drunk for a thousand cups?"

"How come you are drunk if you don't drink a thousand cups?" Sun Wenqu looked at Ma Liang.

Ma Liang made a lip pose, would you ask me?

"Ah, what are you asking?" Sun Wenqu nodded.

Ma Liang tskated: "Fu, Fu, Volga, I'm not used to it."

Fang Chi was over there and laughed: "Volga?"

"It would be nice if he could say it," Sun Wenqu heard Fang Chi's laughter, and the point he kept holding fell to the ground, and at least he was in a mood to laugh. "I will have a rest in two days. I plan to go home."

"Don't argue with your dad," Fang Chi said immediately, "Speak well, if you want to have a fight with your family during the New Year, do you really go to Ma Liang's house? The couple should have the old man's place."

"I know, don't make a noise," Sun Wenqu smiled. Fang Chi began to worry about his condition and Fang Chi's current situation at this moment, which made him feel distressed and unhappy, "I know, don't worry about me."

After chatting with Fang Chi for a few more words, I felt that this kid's mood had recovered a little.

Sun Wenqu hung up the phone and looked at the floor in front of him in a daze.

Ma Liang played with his cell phone for a while and asked, "What do you think, what?"

"You guess." Sun Wenqu said.

"Son, son? Just after calling, I thought about it?" Ma Liang smiled, "But it's normal, it's normal. I used to be like this."

"I didn't think of him," Sun Wenqu said, "I miss Li Bowen."

"Hmm?" Ma Liang turned his head, "My brain is burnt, is it melted?"

"Here," Sun Wenqu pointed to his chest, "it's been blocking for days in one breath."

"You are not, are you happy to talk to him, can't you tell me?" said Ma Liang.

"I forced my son to this point," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm happy."

"Plan, what, what, what?" Ma Liang smiled.

"See, am I quite haggard now?" Sun Wenqu turned to him.

Ma Liang nodded and reached out to touch his face again: "Little Dear."

"Send me to Uncle Li's place later," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "He told Fang Chi to have a bad New Year, so he wouldn't even think about having a good New Year."

Li Bowen is quite filial and a little afraid of Uncle Li. Sun Wenqu thinks this is also the reason why Li Bowen has been pretending to be an irony with him for so many years.

Uncle Li doesn't love this son, but like his father, he is somewhat disgusted with Li Bowen's son as a calligrapher and painter, who is actually very good at writing and painting.

Therefore, Sun Wenqu, who can play with everything from chess, calligraphy and painting, has some preference.

To a certain extent, Li Bowen is as depressed as he is, but he doesn't need to maintain a relationship with his father. Li Bowen has been fighting for it, and while fighting for it, he has to have a deep friendship with Sun Wenqu "good brothers".

"Why don't you go to his house?" Ma Liang parked the car at the door of Uncle Li's gallery, pressed Sun Wenqu's forehead, "It's still burning."

"He has too many family members, so I have to talk to Uncle Li alone for this matter." Sun Wenqu grabbed his hair in the rearview mirror, making his hair a little messy.

"Note, pay attention to the measure. This is Li, uncle, not Li, blog post." Ma Liang reminded him.

"I know." Sun Wenqu opened the car door and got out of the car.

The gallery was very quiet. When Sun Wenqu went in, he happened to meet Uncle Li's assistant. The assistant's surname was Liang. Sun Wenqu always called her Sister Liang.

When Sister Liang looked up and saw Sun Wenqu, she was stunned: "Yunqu? What's wrong with you?"

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu touched his face, "It's okay, is Uncle Li here?"

"It's in the studio," Sister Liang smiled and said, "When drinking tea, you can disturb me."

"That's good," Sun Wenqu walked in, "I'll chat with Uncle Li."
To be continued...