The sound of firecrackers around him is still in a state of excitement. Fortunately, the neighbors' houses have already been put out, and the doors and windows in the room have been closed, and the sound has become much smaller.

My ears, which had been shocked for a long time, suddenly became quiet and felt a little empty.

However, you can still smell the smell of cigarettes that penetrated through the gap, with the unique breath of the New Year.

The sound of firecrackers that became less deafening and such an atmosphere intertwined, making this small space very quiet.

Fang Chi probably drank too much, so he kept lying on the bed holding the small painting and watching it, not knowing whether his arms were sore.

It shouldn't be sore yet. After all, I practice rock climbing and my arms and hands are strong enough.

Sun Wenqu sat at the table, took a piece of cardboard, turned on the desk lamp, lowered his head to start drawing.

He thought about painting Fang Chi for a long time. Fang Chi asked him to draw himself, but he didn't know what to do. He took a small mirror from the drawer and put it on the table to watch.

Too handsome.

Why are you so handsome?

Fang Chi didn't understand such things. Sun Wenqu didn't use it for long and drew it out by himself. He could read it as much as possible. There was no problem with an amateur like Meng Fang Chi.

He wrote his name and date in the lower right corner of the painting, then got up and handed it to Fang Chi: "Give it."

"So...fast?" Fang Chi also held up the painting and looked at it. After taking this picture, he held it up and looked at it together. He was a little uncomfortable with his speech, "You are more handsome than... I am."

"What does this have to do with whom I draw?" Sun Wenqu lay on the bed, side by side with him, and pointed at the painting, "I am more handsome than you."

"Oh," Fang Chi responded, put both paintings back into his red envelopes and put them in his pocket, then turned his head to look at him, his eyes not very focal, "How big is the red envelope you have you given me?"

"Just count it yourself." Sun Wenqu said.

"Then count it tomorrow, I can't figure it out now," Fang Chi narrowed his eyes, "Look at me, am I facing the eyes? I'm a little...a heavy shadow."

"I don't admit that I'm drunk too much after this?" Sun Wenqu stared at his eyes for a while, "I didn't meet my eyes."

"I don't admit it," Fang Chi laughed twice, "I'm dizzy now, and I can fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes."

This situation is quite rare now. Sun Wenqu still looked at Fang Chi, but Fang Chi did not avoid his gaze. Although he was confused, he looked at him calmly. It was probably only when he was drunk.

"I'll tell you," Sun Wenqu put his arm on his back. "When I saw you the first time I saw you, I thought this little liar had good eyes and was quite deep. It's a pity that he was a liar."

"Is that right?" Fang Chi laughed, "My grandfather said that our whole family... only has my eyes like this, like my great-grandfather."

"Then you are quite good at picking, but you can tell that your nose looks like your mother." Sun Wenqu said.

"My sons are like moms," Fang Chi turned over and lay on his side, "You are like your moms too, your moms should be very beautiful."

"My mother," Sun Wenqu pulled the corners of his mouth, "Well, it's pretty."

"Why did you feel like this?" Fang Chi reached out and touched the small bone exposed from his collar. "Hey, I dare to ask if I got drunk too much, do you have a bad relationship with your family...?"

"Yes," Sun Wenqu smiled, "It's not very good...it's not good."

"Why?" Fang Chi's voice was filled with a nasal sound, and it sounded like he was about to fall asleep.

"My dad thinks I'm not going to be successful," said Sun Wenqu.

"No, right? What kind of thing is to make a fortune?" Fang Chi blinked in a daze, "You write well, draw well, and can play erhu, and make pottery... qin, chess, calligraphy and painting... you can play chess, right?"

"You can play Go." Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"You are good at everything in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and pottery?" Fang Chi tskated, "I want to have such a son, I can be happy to have such a happy person."

"You think beautifully." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"...yes," although Fang Chi was so sleepy that his eyelids kept fighting, he could still see his eyes suddenly dimming, "Yes."

Sun Wenqu frowned and hooked his fingers on his chin: "Hey, I mean you want to have a son like me, but you think beautifully."

"I think of any kind of son." Fang Chi sighed softly.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, his fingers were still gently hooking on his chin.

Fang Chi half-closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, but after a while he opened a little more: "Why didn't you write about Tianfu and Tiandian later? That couplet."

"You're like this in any random sentence," Sun Wenqu tsk, "If you really write it, you won't cry."

"That's what I said," Fang Chi closed his eyes and smiled, "I haven't cried since I went to elementary school."

Sun Wenqu looked at him without saying anything.

Fang Chi didn't move either. When Sun Wenqu thought he was asleep, his eyes opened again: "Oh."

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu replied, "If you sleep, go to bed."

"Do your family know about you?" Fang Chi asked.

"What's the matter?" Sun Wenqu held his hands behind him and grabbed Mr. Huang's hair.

"You... like men... this matter." Fang Chi said it a little difficult.

"I know." Sun Wenqu said.

"What are their reactions?" Fang Chi's eyes closed again, "Hey, I'm so faint."

Sun Wenqu paused before saying, "No response."

Fang Chi smiled and turned over and lay down.

Sun Wenqu didn't move and kept looking at Fang Chi's side face.

Fang Chi's side face is very beautiful, clear but not abrupt, and his eyes, nose bridge, mouth, chin, and his eyes are drawn with a perfect outline.

After staying silent for a while, Sun Wenqu probably fell asleep. He wanted to get up and cover him with the quilt. As soon as he sat up, Fang Chi muttered.

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu turned his face and looked at him.

Fang Chi opened his eyes, looked at him but didn't say anything.

"What did you say?" Sun Wenqu leaned in front of him.

"I said you looked very beautiful when you made pottery." Fang Chi said.

"Oh." Sun Wenqu responded.

The silence in the eye contact with each other was vaguely familiar.

Sun Wenqu still remembers it.

After such silence last time, he was punched and the bruises in the corners of his eyes were recovering for several days.

But what was slightly different this time was Fang Chi's gaze. Perhaps the drunkenness made the cowards brave, he did not habitually avoid it.

"You..." Sun Wenqu cleared his throat. Although he had some ideas at this moment, facing Fang Chi who was still drunk, these ideas were not suitable.

Just as he was about to let Fang Chi go to bed, Fang Chi suddenly raised his arm and hugged him on his shoulder.

This action was a bit sudden, especially Fang Chi's strength was very strong, and he hooked his shoulders to his side. Sun Wenqu, who was sitting sideways without support, was pulled down on the bed by him.

Mr. Huang jumped out of the blanket and rushed to the table.

Sun Wenqu was a little surprised. He couldn't find anything to say for a while, nor did he find a suitable reaction.

Fang Chi didn't give him any time or opportunity. While he was lying on the bed, he had already turned over and stepped on him and pressed him up.

Then he lowered his head and kissed him on the mouth.

Fang Chi's kiss was simple and clear, without any extra steps. As soon as the lips were compacted, the tip of his tongue was pushed in between his teeth.

Domineering enough.

This was Sun Wenqu’s first reaction.

To be honest, no matter what reason Fang Chi made such a move, Sun Wenqu did not intend to refuse in this case.

Li Bowen is right, it’s been three years.

He met Fang Chi's tongue and tentatively entangled.

But Fang Chi's response was much more intense than he thought, which made him unable to react.

Just as the battle between his lips and teeth was not smoothed out, Fang Chi's hand suddenly touched his clothes.

Fang Chi's palm was slightly rough. When he stroked his skin, he felt like he had a clear current. Sun Wenqu's breathing suddenly tightened. He raised his hand and walked around Fang Chi, pulling his clothes, and touched his tight back a few times.

Fang Chi seemed to pause. After rubbing his waist twice, he kissed his lips along the corner of his mouth to the side of his neck, and finally buried his face in his shoulder.

Sun Wenqu suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if the alcoholic spirit that had not completely erupted before was suddenly bursting out. He was burning in his body so that he wanted to vent his anger with Fang Chi.

But Fang Chi's movements slowly stopped.

Sun Wenqu touched him twice. When he was thinking about what was wrong with him, Fang Chi whispered something in his ear.

"What?" Sun Wenqu asked.

Fang Chi lost his voice.

"Hey?" Sun Wenqu felt that the fire he had just gotten away. He turned his head to see Fang Chi, but heard his low snoring.

"Aren't you?" Sun Wenqu's fire extinguished instantly and pushed Fang Chi, "You are so good, Fang Xiaochi!"

Fang Chi snorted, but did not wake up.

"Fuck me?" Sun Wenqu spread his arms on the bed, a little amused, "Your uncle..."
To be continued...