The barbecue restaurant in the county has an average taste, but the price is cheap and affordable, and one meal is as good as two meals.

After dinner, Hu Yuanyuan returned to the hotel. Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang found a small cafe and talked until nine o'clock. After the cafe was closed, they slowly shook back to the hotel.

Sun Wenqu took a shower and lay down on the bed in a daze.

Ma Liang came to him this time to play, not only to come to the countryside to play, nor to tell him the pot. Although it was a joke, Sun Wenqu knew that Ma Liang still wanted him to come and help, or wanted to join forces after the negotiations.

Strictly speaking, Ma Liang's style is more like the father's personal style, complying with rules, talking about tradition, and having roots.

Sun Wenqu, who made his father dissatisfied with his inexplicable persistence and rebellion in his father's eyes, was that he had talent but did not follow his father's style.

The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that my father forced him to do not perfectly reflect in pottery.

Too many ideas and forget the root.

This is what my dad often says.

Sun Wenqu did not argue, but did not obey.

What is it, he and his dad have a completely different understanding of what it is.

For him, this thing is just as pretentious as he says. I like it, I do it, I think it is so beautiful, it is like this.

This is not right or wrong, but it doesn't make sense to my dad.

My dad didn't care much about his thoughts. Even if he wanted to say it, he had never had such an opportunity.

Ma Liang understood him and admired his things. After being expelled from the sect and working alone, Ma Liang said, "Together, we can do whatever you think, and we can face completely different people."

But at that time, Sun Wenqu had no direction, and making Tao was a nightmare for him, and he didn't want to touch it.

So Ma Liang hasn't mentioned it again for many years. Recently, it may be because of this set of pots that Ma Liang has had this idea again.

Sun Wenqu did not refuse as clearly as before.

But he didn't agree easily. Although his idea of ​​Tao has not changed, if he really does this, what he once obsessed with and avoids is not as simple as an idea.

That night, Sun Wenqu didn't sleep well, so he might as well sleep in the room of Fang Chi's house. When the village was quiet, he could hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, so he calmed down.

The county town has no such feeling, it is noisier and more chaotic than the city. Early in the morning, trucks drove past the streets like wars, and the bed was trembling.

Sun Wenqu was shocked to wake up within five minutes and was as clear as if he hadn't slept.

When I took my phone to check the time, I found that Fang Chi sent him two voice messages at around 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Didn't sleep in the middle of the night?

Sun Wenqu frowned and clicked to listen.

First, no one speaks, you can hear the slight snoring sounds carefully.

"What's the matter?" Sun Wenqu listened to the second one again.

This time someone spoke, it was Fang Chi with a nasal voice, which was a bit confused: "Did you hear it? Huang always snores, it snores."

Sun Wenqu listened and put down his cell phone and got out of bed.

This kid is really thoughtful.

Ma Liang and his wife were quite able to sleep. After Sun Wenqu finished washing, he walked around the street and then they got up.

"Have you gone shopping?" Ma Liang entered his room.

"Yes." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"Is there anyone on the street? On the street?" Ma Liang opened the curtains and looked out.

"No one, I'm thinking about breathing the fresh air in the morning," Sun Wenqu smiled. "No, either, the air in the village is better."

"I'll go and breathe after eating breakfast." Ma Liang patted his shoulder.

The breakfast business in the county is pretty good, and there are quite a variety. Three people ate a lot, and Hu Yuanyuan also brought a cup of hot soy milk into the car.

"This car is like a refrigerator," said Sun Wenqu, "it will be cold after ten minutes."

"Don't always dislike my car," Hu Yuanyuan said, "This is a witness to history."

"Let your family witness his history..." Sun Wenqu was halfway through the car and almost bit his tongue, "Stay and rest."

"I'm still strong!" Hu Yuanyuan smiled and handed him one of the two charged babies.

Ma Liang remembers that the road is quite strong, so he went back to the village once. He drove the car this time and drove faster than the shuttle bus.

"Your son, isn't you going to pick up the plane?" Ma Liang asked.

"Well, I'm afraid we'll go to the mountains." Sun Wenqu said.

"Is that right? I'd rather think it's early, early..." The car was jerked, and Ma Liang didn't finish his words, and cursed, "Fuck me."

Sun Wenqu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything.

"Call him out, come out soon, come here." Ma Liang said.

Fang Chi stood on the rooftop, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

The second uncle and aunt are going back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Now they are sorting out their things, and grandparents have prepared a lot of land specialties for them to take with them.

Fang Hui was lying on the bed in his room and called his classmates, complaining that there was nothing fun in the countryside, and at the same time he also expressed some illusory opinions on rural construction.

In fact, Fang Chi was quite irritable, so he rolled on his bed in his coat that he had been shaking outside for a whole day yesterday. He usually had to go in and beat Fang Hui.

But today I'm not in a mood.

Every year, the Chinese New Year is very lively at the beginning, but after the bustle, it suddenly becomes empty.

After everyone left, grandparents returned to the days when the two of them and the boy were guarding the house. Although they couldn't see anything unhappy about them, Fang Chi felt very distressed.

The phone was ringing, and Fang Chi ran down the stairs while taking out the phone. When he answered the phone, he had already left the backyard.

"We arrived at the intersection, and there was the intersection of a large chicken farm," Sun Wenqu said on the phone, "It will arrive at the road in your village about twenty minutes."

"Well, I'll go out now." Fang Chi hung up the phone and whistled loudly.

A few seconds later, the boy rushed out of the backyard and shouted to follow him.

Fang Chi led the boy out all the way and looked at the intersection. Before the car arrived, he picked up a stone from the side of the road and threw it away.

The boy shouted and ran over and took the stone back.

He took the stone and threw it out. The boy ran out to pick it up again and shouted happily.

In the past, if he had brought the kid with him when he was waiting for someone, this game was the best way for them to spend time.

After throwing the stone for a while, a car drove over there.

It was Ma Liang's broken bread, the one that could only be opened if the door was closed.

Fang Chi whistled, and the boy ran back to his legs and stood down.

The car drove to him and stopped. The passenger's window was lowered. A pretty woman smiled at him: "Fang Chi, right? Hello."

"Hello." Fang Chi estimated that this was Ma Liang's wife, but she didn't expect that she would be the first to say hello, and she didn't know what to call her.

"My name is Hu Yuanyuan, I am your aunt." Hu Yuanyuan stretched out her hand from the window.

"...Oh." Fang Chi shook hands with her, she was really Ma Liang's wife.

The back door of the car opened, and Sun Wenqu jumped down: "I'm dying of freezing this broken car."

This sound made Fang Chi feel relieved. He didn't think Sun Wenqu's voice sounded nice before, but he felt that this person always spoke a little lazy, except when he was scolding himself. But when he heard it suddenly, he suddenly realized that Sun Wenqu's voice sounded quite comfortable.

"You go in?" Hu Yuanyuan asked.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu patted the car door, "You can drive in first."

"Okay." Ma Liang nodded with a smile.

Seeing Ma Liang driving into the small road back to the village, Fang Chi opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He felt very embarrassed. Such a "receiving someone" was too...that's what.

"Boy is so good." Sun Wenqu grabbed the head of the boy who had been wagging his tail next to him and rubbed it.

"There is no heating in his car." Fang Chi looked at him and said for a long time.

"I broke down when I entered the mountain three years ago, and it has not been repaired now," Sun Wenqu rubbed his hands and jumped on the spot. "My gloves are so cold."

"My..." Fang Chi took off his gloves, hesitated for a moment and handed them to him, "Mine is warm."

Sun Wenqu smiled, watching him not speak or take on the gloves.

Fang Chi glanced at him and recycled it with his hands.

Sun Wenqu grabbed the gloves and put them on his hand: "You are quite good at taking care of people."

"Ah." Fang Chi responded and put his hands in his pocket.

"Let's go." Sun Wenqu patted his arm.

The path back to the village was not long, but both of them walked very slowly, like walking. Sun Wenqu covered half of his face with a scarf, only exposing his eyes, and no longer shouted cold.

"Is the county town fun?" Fang Chi asked.

"What do you think," Sun asked Qu, "You have been there for several years."

"It's not interesting, it's not as fun as the village." Fang Chi also smiled.
To be continued...