flying dog

Chapter 87

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

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

"I have a fever!" Ma Liang rubbed his hands, and touched his forehead, "Winter, the one in winter, it's all on fire! Get up!"

Sun Wenqu didn't move, didn't make a sound, grabbed the quilt and didn't let go.

"Bear stuff! I hit, hit someone!" Ma Liang roared.

Sun Wenqu didn't want to move or talk, his whole body was cold, and he squirmed for a while in the middle of the night, his throat was dry and sore, if he said it was uncomfortable, it wasn't unbearable, but he had to hold on Well, I feel like I can't make it through.

Going to the hospital has to get up, get dressed, put on pants, wash up...it's too much trouble.

Thinking of this, he felt that he should be brave enough to challenge himself, to see how long he could last.

But Ma Liang didn't give him a chance to challenge. He grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the quilt. When he frowned and was about to get angry, he said: "If you believe it, I will tell Fang Chi, Fang Chi."

"Tell me, isn't it good to have sympathy for the same sick?" Sun Wenqu said weakly, but still put his arms into the clothes that Ma Liang had made for him, "Let me tell you Liangzi, you will definitely have a child in the future." If I can be annoyed to death by you, sooner or later I will be raped by my parents."

"Shut up." Ma Liang said angrily.

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

"Those who don't know think I'm doing the final rescue here," Sun Wenqu was lying on the hospital bed. "There is no pillow in this bed. It's better to sit than to lie down as if the brain is congested."

"Stop, nonsense," Ma Liang frowned, "I'm going to pee, shit, you want to eat, do you want something to eat?"

Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue: "Can these two not talk together?"

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

"Hot chocolate with chopped walnuts is best with some chopped peanuts..." Sun Wenqu yawned.

Ma Liang had already turned around and left before he finished speaking: "You are hungry."

Fang Chi woke up early, but it was not a good biological clock, he didn't sleep much that night.

Although Grandpa's attitude had eased and Grandma didn't blame him any more, the sad compromise of the two old people still made him feel like a thorn in his heart.

He thought about it all night, this is already the best result, compared to Xiao Yiming who has a home and can't go back, he can be regarded as going smoothly.

Sun Wenqu's house was smashed to pieces by his grandma, the lamp was broken, the mattress had several holes cut by a hatchet, there were knife marks on the table, and the drawer fell to the ground, but the one that sat on it was easy to sit on. The non-rising chair escaped unharmed, only to be overturned.

While tidying up lightly, Fang Chi lamented grandma's explosive power, but he felt distressed thinking about it. Grandma's power was purely stimulated by himself.

He squatted on the ground and picked up the blueprints that Sun Wenqu didn't take away, the numbers were all messed up.

He put the pictures one by one in order according to the number. Although these are all waste drafts, he can still see that the set of "waiting" is getting closer to what everyone saw at the final exhibition from the initial appearance.

Following the pictures one by one, Fang Chi could still recall the scene of Sun Wenqu sitting in front of this table, drawing pictures with great concentration, and the profile of his face would make him feel warm and down-to-earth at a glance.

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

When Sun Wenqu becomes a master like Sun Zhengzhi one day, he can put these pictures up for auction.

Fang Chi didn't know whether he was too obsessed with Sun Wenqu or the auction of these pictures. In short, when his grandfather handed him a stack of money, he almost jumped up in fright.

"Grandpa?" He looked at the money, "What are you doing?"

"Give it to him when you see the canal." Grandpa looked at the house, "I see that your grandma has damaged a lot, and I don't know how to value it..."

"Grandpa, it's okay." Fang Chi stood up, "I checked, and it's not too bad. How strong is my grandma, he will definitely not be able to accept your money."

"Then buy him something, or you can replace it with the broken things in this house." Grandpa thought for a while and said, "One size is one size."

"You don't need your money either," Fang Chi stuffed it back into his grandfather's pocket, "Grandpa, let me tell you, I earn a lot from part-time jobs, and I don't need my parents to pay for tuition."

"Your parents..." Grandpa sighed as soon as he mentioned his parents, "If they have any opinions on your matter this time, I really want to talk about them. Raising a son is better than planting a tree." Don't worry."

"Did they say when they will be back?" Fang Chi was a little worried.

"The day after tomorrow, I don't have much business now, so I'll come back after packing up." Grandpa patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think too much."

Although Sun Wenqu never got sick like Fang Chi, the number of times he got sick was quite rare, like hanging water, and he didn't get sick once in a few years.

He was quite afraid of hanging water, once the needle went in, he immediately felt that his arm was useless, he didn't dare to move it, he didn't even dare to change the angle of his hand, there was always a feeling that the needle would burst out of the skin whenever he moved. The illusion of blood on the ground.

Today, his left hand was tied, so when the mobile phone in his left trouser pocket rang, he kept his left arm at 90 degrees and did not dare to change it. No matter what, he couldn't take out the mobile phone with his right hand.

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

"What are you doing, have you seen enough of the theater?" Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "It's the first day you met me!"

"Hey," Ma Liang was happy, reached out and took out the phone for him, and glanced at it, "Dear you, son."

Sun Wenqu picked up the phone and answered, "Hello."

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

"I'm not busy, I just stuffed my phone in my pocket and didn't take it out for a long time," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You can hear that your voice is better today."

"Well, it's much more comfortable." Fang Chi chuckled twice, "I just said it will be fine in a day or two, so don't worry."

"Then don't be complacent, just raise it." Sun Wenqu felt that he could almost judge the attitude of his grandparents just by listening to Fang Chi's voice.

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

"Where are you?" Fang Chi asked suddenly, "A hospital? Why did I hear someone calling for a skin test?"

"Well, it's in the hospital," Sun Wenqu glanced at Ma Liang, "Your Uncle Liangzi drank too much yesterday and slept all night in the car, and he had a fever early this morning."

Ma Liang clicked his tongue, went to the phone and coughed twice: "Big, big nephew, your dear, dear dad, stay with me in the hospital, not at all, not thoughtful."

"Uncle Liangzi, pay attention to your health," Fang Chi said with a smile, "Don't you still say that you are not drunk after a thousand cups?"

"Why are you so drunk after a thousand drinks?" Sun Wenqu looked at Ma Liang.

Ma Liang made a mouth shape, you ask me?

"Ah, I'm asking you." Sun Wenqu nodded.

Ma Liang clicked his tongue: "V, V, Volga, drink, I'm not used to it."

Fang Chi laughed over there: "Volga?"

"It's good if he can say it," Sun Wenqu heard Fang Chi's laughter, and the point he had been carrying in his heart fell to the ground, at least he was in the mood to smile, "The studio will be resting in two days, I'm going to go home."

"Don't quarrel with your father," Fang Chi said immediately, "Let's talk about it, if you are going to have a quarrel with the family when you are older, do you really go to Ma Liang's house? The couple should go to the old man's place too."

"Understood, don't make noise," Sun Wenqu smiled. Fang Chi began to worry about his state and Fang Chi's current situation in an instant, 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 the boy's mood had recovered a little.

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

After playing with his mobile phone for a while, Ma Liang asked, "What do you want, what?"

"Guess." Sun Wenqu said.

"Son, son? Just finished the phone call, did you think about it?" Ma Liang smiled, "But it's normal, I used to be like this."

"I didn't think about him," Sun Wenqu said, "I missed Li Bowen."

"Huh?" Ma Liang turned his head, "My brain is burning, has it melted?"

"Here I am," Sun Wenqu pointed to his chest, "I've been holding my breath for several days."

"Are you willing to talk to him, don't you know?" Ma Liang said.

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

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

"Do you think I'm pretty haggard now?" Sun Wenqu turned to face him.

Ma Liangliang nodded, then stretched out his hand to touch his face: "Poor little boy."

"Send me to Uncle Li in a while," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "He made Fang Chi have a bad year, and he can't even think about having a good year."

Li Bowen is very filial and a little afraid of Uncle Li. Sun Wenqu thinks this is the reason why Li Bowen has been playing hardball with him for so many years.

It's not that Uncle Li doesn't love his son, but like his father, he somewhat dislikes Li Bowen as a calligrapher and painter's son who can't do anything well in writing and painting.

Therefore, Sun Wenqu, who can pretend to be a master of everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, has some preference.

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

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

"His family is too much, I have to talk to Uncle Li alone about this matter." Sun Wenqu scratched his hair in the rearview mirror, making his hair a little messy.

"Note, be careful, this is Uncle Li, not Bowen Li." Ma Liang reminded him.

"I know." Sun Wenqu opened the 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 coming out. The assistant's surname was Liang, and Sun Wenqu always called her Sister Liang.

Sister Liang was stunned when she looked up and saw Sun Wenqu: "Wenqu? You are... what's wrong?"

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu touched his face, "It's all right, is Uncle Li there?"

"It's in the studio," Sister Liang said with a smile, "I'm drinking tea, so you can interrupt me."

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

"I'm going to buy dim sum. Mr. Li wants bean paste stuffing. What would you like to eat?" Sister Liang asked.

"Just the same." Sun Wenqu said.

Uncle Li is usually in the gallery, here is his special studio, a hut among bamboo and wood rockery, but it is winter now, the scenery is a bit bleak.

Sun Wenqu knocked on the door, and Uncle Li answered from inside: "Who?"

"Uncle Li, me." Sun Wenqu replied.

"Ask him? Come in!" Uncle Li raised his voice.

Sun Wenqu opened the door and entered the studio. Uncle Li was making tea, and the fragrance of tea filled the room.

"Zhengshan Souchong," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Has Uncle Li drank black tea recently?"

Uncle Li pointed at him with a smile: "This kid just likes my appetite. Come and sit down and have a taste together."

Sun Wenqu sat on the chair, and Uncle Li glanced at him several times after making tea: "Qianqu, why...why do you look so bad?"

"Really?" Sun Wenqu raised his hand and scratched his hair, then smiled, "It's okay."

"Unwell?" Uncle Li put a cup of tea in front of him, "Are you sick?"

"I have a fever, and I just finished hanging the water in the hospital." Sun Wenqu picked up the cup, first looked at the tea soup, and then took a sip after smelling it, "Good tea."

"Have a fever?" Uncle Li leaned over and touched his forehead, "Oh, it's still hot, why don't you go back to rest, what are you doing here!"

"Sit down," Sun Wenqu leaned back in the chair, "I haven't chatted with you for a long time."

"I don't know what kind of virtue you have, boy? You go out to chat with me when you have a fever?" Uncle Li frowned, "You are too lazy to move even if you are not sick. Tell me! Do you have anything to ask me?"

"Drink tea first," Sun Wenqu took another sip of tea, stood up and walked around the room, "Is Bowen busy for Chinese New Year, when will you be back?"

"I don't know what I'm doing, I keep running to the countryside," Uncle Li frowned, "I'll be back tomorrow, and I don't know what I'm fussing about."

"Come back tomorrow." Sun Wenqu walked to the big table next to him and looked at it. On it was a painting that Li Shu had just finished. "Dongqu, Uncle, I like this one."

"I can't give you this one, I want to give this one away," Uncle Li laughed, "But I want you to frame it for me, it's been a while since you helped me."

"It's a matter of one sentence," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "When will you want it?"

"We'll wait until you recover from illness," Uncle Li pointed to the chair, "Sit down and tell me what's the matter."

"That's fine." Sun Wenqu sat back on the chair, took the teacup and looked at it for a long time, "Uncle, you know that I have a boyfriend, right?"

"I know, I've known it for so many years," said Uncle Li, "Your father can't listen to this, it's fine with Uncle, I understand you."

"That's why I dare to tell you this matter, and I can only tell you." Sun Wenqu took a sip of tea and held the cup, "I have a boyfriend for a year, and I am very serious."

"Very good," Uncle Li nodded, "It's time to calm down."

"I think so too. It's so easy to meet someone who makes me want to live together," Sun Wenqu sighed softly, "However, Bowen..."

"Bowen?" Uncle Li was taken aback, "What's wrong with him?"

"I can't tell." Sun Wenqu frowned and pressed his forehead, "Uncle, what did he think of my boyfriends before? I really don't care if he gets divided, I don't care, after all, I grew up with him, like brothers..."

"What did he do?" Uncle Li sat up straight, "Why is he doing this?"

"Bowen told my dad that my boyfriend should go to GAY, but he was not in the city for a few days... I even got into a fight before, but Ryoko didn't hold back, and recently went to my boyfriend's hometown Playing farmhouses," Sun Wenqu sighed, "I really don't know why he is like this, he... Forget it, Uncle Li, I didn't want to tell you about this... Bowen is really good to me, what's the matter Protect me and help me in everything... But I really can't figure out how he is like this..."

"Is your fever annoyed him?" Uncle Li stood up, "What does he mean?"

Sun Wenqu opened his mouth and did not speak.

"Is he...is he..." Uncle Li frowned and remained silent for a long time, then turned around and picked up his cell phone, "I want to call him!"

"Don't, uncle!" Sun Wenqu quickly jumped up and grabbed Uncle Li's arm, "I don't want him to know that I'm looking for you."

"What do you mean by that?" Uncle Li was very angry, "What is he trying to do by making trouble for you all day long?"

"I don't know, I..." Sun Wenqu still frowned.

"Do you think he will also..." Uncle Li looked at him.

"Uncle Li, you can't say this casually," Sun Wenqu quickly interrupted Uncle Li, "I don't know, and I haven't thought about it that much. Bowen's girlfriend has never been broken."

"No one is serious! Change every three days!" Uncle Li got very angry when he mentioned Li Bowen's girlfriends, "It's trying to cover up!"

"Uncle," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "If you make such wild guesses, I won't dare to tell you anything from now on."

"Ask him, I will deal with this matter," Uncle Li looked at him, "Although you have always fought with your father since you were young, you have never said anything bad to anyone. Today you have to be forced to do this." Don't worry, don't worry, if Bowen dares to do anything, he won't be able to leave this house!"

Sun Wenqu returned to the car, closed the door, laid the chair flat and closed his eyes: "Oh, my head hurts."

"What are you doing?" Ma Liang asked while starting the car.

"I filed a lawsuit after I didn't do anything," Sun Wenqu said, "I feel that my acting skills are not bad, and I should be better than my son."

Ma Liang glanced at him and didn't ask further: "That time?"

"Well, come on, I need to sleep." Sun Wenqu said.

It took several days to hang the water. Although Sun Wenqu still didn't want to go out, Ma Liang came over on time every morning to drag him out of bed and take him to the hospital.

"Your wife is going to be jealous." Sun Wenqu yawned.

"Then let her deliver it tomorrow, you." Ma Liang said.

"Don't," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You..."

While talking, the phone rang and the water was not connected, so Sun Wenqu easily took out the phone from his pocket, and clicked his tongue when he saw it: "Li Bowen, where did he get my number?"

"Li, Uncle Li." Ma Liang frowned.

"Ask him," Li Bowen's voice sounded very unpleasant, filled with uncontrollable anger, "What do you mean?"

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu replied in a daze.

"What did you say to my dad?" Li Bowen said, "Did you talk nonsense to my dad?"

"It's so funny," Sun Wenqu laughed, "I've been chatting with Uncle Li for 30 years if not 25 years. Which one is serious? Isn't it all just chatting?"

"I mean, did you tell my dad something about me!" Li Bowen's anger burst out of his voice, and was quickly suppressed, "Ask him, what do you mean?"

"Li Bowen," Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue, "Did you wake up from sleep? Go back to sleep before you wake up. I've been sick for a week and stay in the hospital every day. I have the time to talk to you? Who are you?"

"You didn't say? That day Fang Chi... You didn't say anything that my dad can suspect that I'm gay? Don't let me go out now!" Li Bowen shouted under his throat, "You think you can fool me by pretending to be sick Me?"

Sun Wenqu was stunned and happy. Fang Chi didn't tell him about Li Bowen's meeting in detail, but after hearing Li Bowen's meaning, they have a good understanding?

He laughed for a long time before he stopped, and his voice turned cold: "Li Bowen, how many years have you known me, you know best my attitude towards you, what you have done, have I ever said anything Just say it, you know it yourself, I am in the infusion room of the People's Hospital, if you want to accompany me to hang the water, you can come here."

Li Bowen was silent over there, and after a while he said a little bluntly: "Take a good rest."

Sun Wenqu hung up the phone and clicked twice: "I'm so angry that I didn't forget to pretend."

"What did you do to him?" Ma Liang asked.

Just as Sun Wenqu was about to speak, Ma Liang's cell phone rang, and he said with a smile, "I'm calling you, put the earphones on, I want to listen."

Ma Liang plugged in the earphones and answered the phone, and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Ma Liang always answered Li Bowen's phone calls with this attitude, and Sun Wenqu wanted to laugh every time he heard it.

"Liangzi," Li Bowen's tone was obviously lower when he was talking to Ma Liang than when he was talking to Sun Wenqu, "What did you do?"

"What, what the hell?" Ma Liang glanced at Sun Wenqu.

"Go find my dad! Fuck!" Li Bowen said.

"Books, the calligraphy and painting circles do it with us, Tao's, there is no intersection," Ma Liang said, "I can't find it."

"Don't fucking pretend, did you tell my dad something about me! Let me be misunderstood by my dad! And let Wenqu misunderstand me!" Li Bowen raised his voice and said half-yelling.

Ma Liang sneered: "You give, give me two, one million..."

"Why should I give you 200 million!" Li Bowen yelled directly without confiscating his voice this time.

"Is it?" Ma Liang finished speaking.

Sun Wenqu gritted his teeth at the beginning so as not to make a sound.

Li Bowen over there was also stunned: "What the hell are you talking about?"

"If you don't give it, why should I, why should I care about you?" Ma Liang said, "I have two million orders here, and the list is busy. I have the time to talk about you? I really think I can do it myself. Seal, are you ready?"

"Don't fuck around with me! In a word, did you say something about me!" Li Bowen said.

"You don't deserve it." After Ma Liang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Sun Wenqu gave him a thumbs up: "It's still the same sentence, thanks to your stammer."

"Get out," Ma Liang smiled, "what did you do to him, what happened?"

"I really don't care about him," Sun Wenqu leaned back on the chair and tilted his head back. "It's Uncle Li who can deal with him... I want to eat coconut bread, the kind with a little crispy skin."

"Go on, it was me in your last life, son?" Ma Liang stood up and turned to go out.

Sun Wenqu smiled and took out his mobile phone, and called Fang Chi.

Fang Chi rang for a long time before answering: "Are you getting injections with Uncle Liangzi?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu looked at the needle in his hand, and carefully put his hand on his leg, "The nurse just helped him poke it, are you feeling better?"

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers," Fang Chi said, "Listen, my voice is no longer hoarse, and I have a fever or something."

Sun Wenqu smiled, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't my parents come back yesterday?" Fang Chi said, "My uncle and the others also came back today. I'll pick them up later. People have started to come back these days. There are more people than last year."

Speaking of relatives coming back, Sun Wenqu could hear the obvious uneasiness in Fang Chi's voice, and he smiled: "Do you want to play mahjong with them?"

"Don't accompany me, I don't want to." Fang Chi said.

"Then chat with me," Sun Wenqu said, "As soon as you miss me, go back home and make a phone call, let's chat."

"Aren't you going to talk to your dad?" Fang Chi asked.

"Say, talking to him for half an hour is amazing, and it's long enough to fight," Sun Wenqu said, "We can still video."

"...how do you see it?" Fang Chi paused.

Sun Wenqu didn't make a sound, but laughed.

"That's not what I meant," Fang Chi quickly explained, "I mean... oh well, that's what I meant."

"It's up to you." Sun Wenqu couldn't stop laughing for a while.