Xu Zhou sent Fang Chi to the intersection where he turned to Sun Wenqu’s family. It was quite far from Sun Wenqu’s family, but Fang Chi did not ask him to continue to send him. Xu Zhou didn’t have to eat when he sent him a round trip.

"What are you going to do?" Xu Zhou asked.

"Cooking," said Fang Chi, "clean up the house and wash clothes..."

"... Housekeeping? Isn't your club quite profitable? Why do you still work part-time?" Xu Zhou looked at him. Everyone in the class knew that Fang Chi lived alone in the city. His usual expenses depended on his own competitions and as a guide, and his income was quite good.

"It's hard to describe it," Fang Chi sighed, patted Xu Zhou on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Fang Chi was quite interested in the paintings that Sun Wenqu painted, and agreed to come over and wanted to see the paintings.

He didn't know what Sun Wenqu would paint Mr. Huang and him. If it was like his characters, it would be really good. It could be mounted and hung in the house.

Sometimes it was quite surprising to think about it. Sun Wenqu’s virtue was actually related to calligraphy and painting.

And he was able to draw for others, which made him inexplicably feel a little touched by something that Sun Wenqu could not accept.

The door of Sun Wenqu’s yard was open, and the Beetle that day was parked outside the door.

He entered the yard and knocked on the door. Today, he would not jump out of the window and give Sun Wenqu some face.

Someone came over and opened the door, it was Ma Liang.

Fang Chi didn't know what to call him, brother, or... uncle...

"Hello." He hesitated for a moment and saved the title.

"Big nephew," Ma Liang said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for half a day."

"I just got out of school," Fang Chi entered the house and threw his schoolbag on the floor beside the wall, "There's no food?"

"There are dishes, I'll buy them with your uncle Liangzi," Sun Wenqu walked out of the study, holding a roll of rice paper in his hand, and could vaguely see the ink traces, "You can do it just by making it."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, looking at the paper in his hand, is it really an ink-wash cat?

"This is for you," Sun Wenqu handed over the paper, "I've been drawing for a long time."

"I'm still covering it, I'm poking it." Ma Liang said with a smile.

"Oh." Fang Chi took the roll of paper and slowly unfolded it.

Perhaps because he had been thinking that this was an ink painting, which was very literary and stylish, so when he carefully unfolded the painting and saw the content that was seriously disproportionate to the size of the paper, he was stunned for half a minute and couldn't react.

The drawing is really good, and it is drawn with a brush, and it is also very vivid. Mr. Huang's serious president's face is revealed. It is obvious that Mr. Huang is the shoveler next to him...

"You are..." Fang Chi finally couldn't help but laugh, "Q version?"

"Why don't you look down on the Q version?" Sun Wenqu said, "I've been drawing for a long time."

That's right, this is a q print that uses a brush to draw on rice paper that must be two feet long, with a proper ink color, and a reasonable composition, with a reasonable degree of lightness and weight, and a balance between the true and the real.

Mr. Huang and him both painted very cutely, and there was Sun Wenqu’s seal next to him. This unexpected situation made Fang Chi laugh at Hua so hard that he couldn’t stop.

"He really drew it... for half a day, no matter how long it was, it would take half an hour." Ma Liang also laughed.

"Do you like to give me a word?" Sun Wenqu looked at him with his arms held.

"I like it very much," Fang Chi finished the picture, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "I mainly wanted to see if you would laugh, but I didn't expect there would be dimples."

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment. Thinking about his just laughing, he was a little embarrassed, so he turned around and put the painting on the coffee table and went into the kitchen.

The vegetables that Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang went to buy were piled on the kitchen counter, and there were also a bunch of foreign-style seasonings. Fang Chi couldn't recognize what they were, so he opened them and licked them before he could figure it out.

"Is the food enough?" Ma Liang asked at the kitchen door.

"Enough, enough for a week," Fang Chi looked at the dishes, "You two have run the cafeteria before."

"Save you to avoid running away," Ma Liang smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, your taste is lighter, your father's mouth is lighter."

Fang Chi turned around and looked at him.

"Where is my dear father." Ma Liang smiled so much that his eyes were almost gone, so he turned back to the living room.

Fang Chi took a look at the food and said, "Who is really there to be someone with whom." Ma Liang stuttered and started to get hurt when he was in trouble."

"Eat together in a while," Ma Liang turned back, "Your father has good wine."

"…Oh." Fang Chi said.

"This requires painting. How long does it take?" Ma Liang entered the study.

Sun Wenqu was looking at a painting on the table. It was drawing Mr. Huang. He had just drawn a shape: "I don't know, it's only two days, my hands are born."

"Why did this suddenly be so concerned?" Ma Liang looked at him.

"I'm idle," Sun Wenqu smiled. The painting had not been finished yet. In order to make up for Fang Chi's arrival, he drew a Q-paper for a few minutes. "I wanted to write for Luo Peng yesterday. I couldn't write for a long time. My hands were very stiff. I just drew it and I just wanted to let go."

"Whether you stick to the bed, is the old man at the head of the bed... getting stronger?" Ma Liang smiled.

"Well, maybe I'm going to write an old cow, push cart, old horses, or something," Sun Wenqu thought for a while, "Will they go hiking the mountain then?"

"If you go, I will go," said Ma Liang, "I have nothing to say to Bowen."

"I said this, I don't know what I think we are in love triangle." Sun Wenqu tsk.

"You...you are useless, useless," Ma Liang glanced at him, "It's not me, my food."

"Get out!" Sun Wenqu looked at him, and he wouldn't be angry if Ma Liang said that.

This is his pain point. If someone else dares to poke him like this, he can snatch the inkstone on the face on the spot.

Although Fang Chi knows how to cook, he probably doesn't cook so complicatedly. In just half an hour, Sun Wenqu sat in the living room and listened. He dropped the shovel four times and once a bowl.

"Is my shovel still alive?" he shouted.

Fang Chi didn't answer, but just stretched out his hand and raised his shovel to the living room.

"If you break it, your salary will be deducted." Sun Wenqu added.

There was no response in the kitchen, and a "swish" sound came from the pot.

After three people had a meal, Fang Chi made four dishes and one soup, pork ribs, fish, minced meat eggplant and a green vegetable, and added a cucumber crust and egg soup.

It's not good to behave, the dishes are all round, and there is soup hanging on the side of the plate, but it's OK to smell it.

"It's this level, just make do with it." Fang Chi said.

"Drink some wine?" Sun Wenqu took a bottle of wine from the cabinet and didn't know what it was. He stopped when he was about to pour it into the cup in front of Fang Chi, "Oh, you can't drink it, you're not a grown-up."

Fang Chi glanced at him without saying a word.

Ma Liang took the bottle and poured wine for Fang Chi.

"What kind of wine is this?" Fang Chi asked, the bottle was filled with fine letters from unknown countries, and the patterns were quite abstract and could not be seen.

"The Red Star Erguotou of 1982," Sun Wenqu pointed at his cup, "You lick it first, why don't I dip it with chopsticks for you?"

"Okay, that's it," Ma Liang glanced at Sun Wenqu, "You two are not tired of being tired. You have been having fun, you've been having fun all the time, and you're still there."

"How old are you?" Sun Wenqu sat opposite Fang Chi, "Are you an adult?"

"I..." Fang Chi was interrupted by Sun Wenqu again as soon as he spoke.

"Besides, I'll beat you in the second year of junior high school at the age of 14." Sun Wenqu pointed at him.

"As an adult." Fang Chi sighed softly.

"High school, right?" Sun Wenqu smiled, "Those who are in high school still have to go to school for evening self-study."

"Yes." Fang Chi responded.

"You have a lot of acting. I really want to interview you. What force makes you so devoted," Sun Wenqu picked up a piece of rib. "Well, this rib is good. There is a delicious heart under the ugly appearance... What does Fang Ying have to do with you?"

"My cousin." Fang Chi lowered his head and ate the vegetables.

"Why didn't I know she has a younger brother like you?" Sun Wenqu thought for a while.

"I haven't been to school yet when you two are good, so I'm not in the same place," Fang Chi glanced at him, "Are you two happy?"

"Is it better?" Sun Wenqu turned his face and asked Ma Liang.

"Damn," Ma Liang was also gnawing on the ribs and said vaguely, "I should say that it is better or not, it is better, have you passed the money extortion?

"It's over." Sun Wenqu said.

"Then, it's better," Ma Liang nodded, "I fell in love with you for the beginning, I was so naive and confused."

"That means..." Fang Chi raised his head and looked at Sun Wenqu, "You..."

"No, there's really nothing to abandon," Sun Wenqu said immediately, "She transferred to our school and we broke up, but she still mentioned the breakup, although I didn't feel much uncomfortable."

"Oh." Fang Chi lowered his head again, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Come on, take a sip," Ma Liang raised his cup, "for... the nephew's hand, craft."

"For my son's first contract to sell his body." Sun Wenqu also raised his cup.

Fang Chi was speechless and raised his cup without saying anything.

"Don't say anything? For something." Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.

"It's not for you two." Fang Chi said.
To be continued...