Fang Chi hooked the kitchen door with his feet and closed it.

Because I suddenly learned that the dishes I cooked were not very delicious, Fang Chi cooked slowly today, and wanted to see if there was any wrong step that caused the dishes to be not delicious.

But it took him twenty minutes to find the reason.

Then I won’t blame myself, I can only make do with it.

"Actually, your noodles are cooked well," Sun Wenqu said while eating, "Has I praised the noodles?"

"Well, then do you eat noodles every day?" Fang Chi asked.

"Okay," Sun Wenqu smiled, and looked at the time again, "Why are you so idle today?"

"Our school anniversary, there has been no evening self-study these two days." Fang Chi buried his head in his meal.

"That's right, I'll give you something to you later." Sun Wenqu said.

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned, "The things grandparents gave you don't need to give you a gift."

"I know, even if I want to give you a gift, I won't give it back. I will go there with my things when I have time," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I'll give you something."

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Sun Wenqu said yesterday. The uncomfortable feeling broke out again during the day, and he felt very embarrassed at this moment.

When Sun Wenqu was talking to him during the meal, he was also embarrassed, and he was even more embarrassed when he was silent.

But he finished eating much faster than Sun Wenqu. After eating, he sat down while waiting for Sun Wenqu to eat a small bowl of dishes like a cat, and he had to lick his paws after eating.

Finally, Sun Wenqu put down the chopsticks, and he quickly packed the things in the kitchen to wash them.

After washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, I didn’t see Sun Wenqu when I returned to the living room.

"What about this?" Sun Wenqu's voice came from the study.

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and walked into the study.

This was the first time he entered Sun Wenqu’s study. He couldn’t see the study in the living room. After coming in, he realized that the study should be the largest in the three rooms in Sun Wenqu’s room.

In addition to the bookcase and desk on the wall you can see outside the door, the wall opposite is also a bookcase. On the wall next to it, there are four erhus hanging and two framed characters.

"Or..." is written very grassy, ​​or traditional Chinese. Fang Chi struggled to argue, "The roasted pork at the door... Chen... Ji... is the best?"

"Yeah," Sun Wenqu nodded leaning against the desk, "It's really good to eat, why don't I invite you tomorrow..."

"No, you wrote such a thing to hang it on the wall?" Fang Chi looked at him in shock, then turned his head to look at another character. This character has a lot of content, "I want to cover it up again this day... I know this, isn't it? "

"Yes." Sun Wenqu nodded again.

"These two are too far apart..." Fang Chi stood in front of the words and looked up and down, "When did they write this?"

I have to say that no matter what kind of person Sun Wenqu is, he admires this handwriting. As an outsider like himself, he would definitely believe it if he told him which calligrapher wrote it.

"I wrote it before I entered the mountain, and the other one wrote it when I was in school. I was stupid at that time and loved to write it like this." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh." Fang Chi couldn't help but look at the idiot seriously.

"I'm giving you something. Can you move your attention here?" Sun Wenqu said with dissatisfaction, hugging his arms.

"Oh." Fang Chi walked to the desk.

Sun Wenqu gave in to the side and pointed to a long box on the table: "This, thank you for carrying me that day."

"It's no trouble to carry you," Fang Chi took the box and opened it. He saw a scroll in the box, "Draw?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu responded.

"It's Mr. Huang and the shoveler again?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"I'm full of passion for this subject," Sun Wenqu smiled, "not the Q version."

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and slowly unfolded the scroll on the table.

This is a framed painting. When it spreads out bit by bit, Fang Chi was surprised as the first time he saw Sun Wenqu’s words.

This time it is not a black and white Q version, with a faint look that makes people relaxed, and the depth of the ink color makes people particularly comfortable.

Mr. Huang sat on the table, licking his paws lazily. There was also a vase that looked very similar to Mr. Huang on the table, with a few dog-tail grass inserted, and a person sat on the lounge chair next to him.

You can tell at a glance that this is himself, wearing the sports jacket and casual pants he often wears, and wearing headphones.

I can't see the time of this painting, but I can inexplicably feel the lazy comfort and relaxation of the afternoon.

"I said I wanted to give you this one, but I didn't draw it that day," Sun Wenqu whispered beside me, "so I drew a Q-paper to make up the numbers."

"It's so good." Fang Chi said. When he turned to look at Sun Wenqu, Sun Wenqu's face was in the side light, with a soft yellow halo. I don't know if it was because of the words on the wall or the painting in front of him, he suddenly felt that Sun Wenqu had a completely different temperament from usual.

"I framed the painting myself," Sun Wenqu smiled, "but I haven't touched these things for a long time, so it's not very good."

"I..." Fang Chi quickly turned around and looked at the painting. The smile on the corner of Sun Wenqu's mouth suddenly made him feel a little nervous. Embarrassment spread out in the small space between him and Sun Wenqu in front of the desk again, "I can't tell what's wrong."

"I'm very useful for you," Sun Wenqu said, "It's no problem to be a master in front of you."

"Yes," Fang Chi nodded, "Sage Sun...No, Master."

"Are you okay?" Sun Wenqu was happy.

"It's okay," Fang Chi carefully rolled the painting back into the box, "Thank you."

"Fang Chi." Sun Wenqu suddenly called him.

"Hmm?" Fang Chi looked up at him conditionedly.

Sun Wenqu's eyes were slightly bent and laughing, but he didn't say anything.

Fang Chi looked at him for several seconds, and responded again at a loss: "Hmm?"

Sun Wenqu suddenly took a step forward in front of him and almost came to him. But before he could react, Sun Wenqu walked out of the study by rubbing his shoulders. The smell of coconut milk on his body and his gentle laugh swept across Fang Chi's face.

Fang Chi instantly felt the urge to kick his butt with one leg.

"I'll tell you once." Fang Chi followed the box to the living room.

"Say." Sun Wenqu had already nestled into the sofa.

Fang Chi always thought that this sofa should have been customized by Sun Wenqu, because he had never seen anyone with this kind of sofa like a sand pool when they sat on it, and it would immediately turn into a ball and trapped inside.

"I'll tell you officially," Fang Chi frowned, "Can you stop doing this?"

"Where?" Sun Wenqu curled the corners of his mouth.

"Just..." Fang Chi didn't think about what to say for a long time, "Just... that was just now?"

"What did I do just now?" Sun Wenqu's mouth was still curled, with an insignificant smile.

"You..." Fang Chi suddenly couldn't speak.

Yes, what did Sun Wenqu do just now?

What did you do the past few times?

If he had done anything, he really couldn't say anything, but if he had done nothing, he had done something.

Fang Chi was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed: "I'm going home."

"Escape?" Sun Wenqu took his cell phone and said while playing.

"Go home to review." Fang Chi said.

"Is it effective to review by yourself?" Sun Wenqu looked at his phone, "I read your chemistry paper yesterday, and four questions were wrong on the previous page."

Fang Chi was stunned. When he was talking about the paper today, he really missed four questions in the first page. Sun Wenqu not only helped him with a few questions, but also read the previous ones?

"I'll say something formal, too," Sun Wenqu looked up at him, "You can review here when you don't go to school. If you don't understand, please ask me if you don't understand."

"Ah?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"If you don't want to, go back," Sun Wenqu's eyes fell back on his phone, "No one forced you."

Fang Chi didn't say anything. Sun Wenqu's look reminded him of what he said yesterday again. He felt that if he refused, it would be as if he immediately confirmed his words.

After being silent for a minute, Fang Chi spoke: "You... can you really do it?"

"Now I'll take a set of papers, and I'll do it with you at the same time," Sun Wenqu tsk, "I can throw you 863 streets away. When the teacher gave you a test, I probably won't understand your broken words. Oh, why don't I teach you how to write again."

"I have a bunch of papers that have not been written yet," Fang Chi pulled his schoolbag, "I'll write half of them for you..."

"Fuck you," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, "Then you can just drop out of school."

Fang Chi picked up his schoolbag: "Where am I writing?"

"Study room," said Sun Wenqu, "If you don't understand, ask."

"Yes." Fang Chi walked into the study.

"Close the door." Sun Wenqu said again.

"Hmm?" Fang Chi turned around and looked at him.

"It's safe to close the door." Sun Wenqu was happy after saying that.

Fang Chi sighed, closed the study door, and sat at the desk.

Sun Wenqu’s desk is a desk for writing and painting, so it is very large, with a soft matte black and table top, which looks particularly solid and heavy.

When I took out the book and put it on the table, I lowered my head, my whole body suddenly calmed down, feeling that I was blocked from the black tabletop.
Chapter completed!