Sun Wenqu is from Fang Chi.

It's Fang Chi's.

Fang Chi did not sleep in the car with the shoe box, but he still did not put the shoe box on the luggage rack and placed it on the small table.

If he hadn't been afraid that others would think he would be a little stupid to hold a plate in the car, he would have wanted to take it out and take a look.

Sun Wenqu is from Fang Chi.

hey-hey.

When the train was about to arrive at the station, Cheng Mo called over and said, "Have you arrived?"

"No," Fang Chi was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"I'm at the exit," Cheng Mo said, "I'll pick up the station."

"Check the station?" Fang Chi felt very confused, "You pick up my station? I am Fang Chi, not Xiao Yiming."

"...I know you are Fang Chi," Cheng Mo said with a tweet, "Okay, come out and look at me."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Mo was stunned for a long time when he looked at the phone and wanted to laugh. Is this starting with his friend in order to chase Xiao Yiming?

After the bus arrived at the station, Fang Chi called Sun Wenqu while walking out.

Sun Wenqu was having dinner with Ma Liang and his wife. After a few casual words, he hung up the phone.

When I left the station, I saw Cheng Mo at a glance. In order to make him stand out, this man stood on the cement platform next to him.

"Here." Fang Chi raised his hand.

Cheng Mo jumped off the stage and ran over, reaching out and preparing to take the shoe box in his hand: "Have you bought a pair of... cloth shoes?"

"No," Fang Chi grabbed the shoe box and didn't let go, "Don't help me get it."

"What baby is you still holding it?" Cheng Mo said.

"Make a plate." Fang Chi said.

"Plate? Did you make it together?" Cheng Mo immediately understood.

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

"I have a specialty that is really good. I can also make some souvenirs together to play with the ghost love," Cheng Mo thought for a while, "If I really can be with Xiao Yiming, we can probably only go out to sell candy and stir-fried chestnuts, eat half of them and sell half..."

Fang Chi was happy: "He likes to play basketball, and we used to always play basketball."

"Is that right?" Cheng Mo looked at him and patted his shoulder again, "I can only play badminton."

"Then you two should go and sell chestnuts." Fang Chi said.

Fang Chi originally thought Cheng Mo would drive He Dongbao's Kawasaki to pick him up, but he didn't expect that Cheng Mo would drive a small battery.

"You are really good." Fang Chi was a little speechless. With their physique and a suitcase, he was worried that the car would run out of power after halfway.

"Don't worry, I've modified this car and can participate in the Indian military parade," Cheng Mo got on the car and "come up."

Fang Chi tied the suitcase at the back, squeezed into the car, and stuffed the shoe box between the two of them.

"Isn't this box good for your hands?" Cheng Mo twisted.

"No," said Fang Chi, "What if it's gone?"

"Can your rock climbing hand fall off?" Cheng Mo sighed, "Forget it and just hold it."

Cheng Mo did not send him back to the dormitory, and took him to the snack street for barbecue.

"Now this season is the most comfortable to eat barbecue," Cheng Mo opened two bottles of beer, "not lukewarm or hot."

"What's your progress with Xiao Yiming these days?" Fang Chi asked.

"What progress can I do? I just talk a few times. I didn't ignore me anyway. I really think I should learn to stir-fry chestnuts," Cheng Mo took a sip of beer. "He was going to work in the amusement park that day. I said I would send him there, but he said no, and I said I would send the fried chestnuts of the Chestnut King here, and he agreed again."

Fang Chi smiled for a long time with the beer: "He really likes to eat chestnuts. We used to eat a pack every day after school. You go and study."

"...Okay." Cheng Mo nodded.

After ate a few skewers of meat, Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and looked at Cheng Mo: "Do you know about you?"

"I know." Cheng Mo said.

"What...attitude?" Fang Chi asked.

"My mother is very open-minded and said that as long as she is not alone for the rest of her life, I feel that she must be the first batch of fujokovic girls in New China," said Cheng Mo. "My father was depressed for a while, and he beat me up when he was depressed. Now it's nothing."

"Oh." Fang Chi responded.

"Does Xiao Yiming's family not accept it?" Cheng Mo asked, "I haven't been home after so many days of vacation."

"Well, he didn't go home before the college entrance examination," Fang Chi thought about it and added, "Don't ask him, I don't know if he is willing to talk about this."

"No," Cheng Mo took a chicken wing, "What about you?"

"I haven't said yet," Fang Chi frowned, "I feel it's hard."

"Most of them are difficult," said Cheng Mo. "Are you going to say it?"

"I want to say it," Fang Chi was stunned for a while with the bamboo stick, "I just don't know what to say."

"Test it first, then think about what to say," Cheng Mo said, "You have to know your attitude first before you can consider how to say it more relaxed."

"No matter how you say it, it won't be able to ease it, right?" Fang Chi frowned.

"I'm gay, I like men," said Cheng Mo. "You see, these two men are a couple, and they live a happy life, right? Then I said that I probably have the same... There is still a difference between these two expressions."

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

"Who do you want to tell me first?" Cheng Mo asked, "Your dad or your mom?"

"My grandpa." Fang Chi said.

"...Old man?" Cheng Mo was a little surprised.

"Well, he is more open-minded, and..." Fang Chi's voice lowered, "He loves me very much."

When Fang Chi said this, he suddenly felt like something was pricked in his heart, and it hurt.

Cheng Mo didn't say anything, and kowtowed to his bottle with a beer bottle, then raised his head and drank half of the bottle.

Fang Chi picked up the bottle and poured it through, then put it down and wiped his mouth.

"I want me to say it," Cheng Mo said again after a long time, "There is no need to be too anxious about this. Is your brother asking you to say it or what?"

"No, his family is no longer under pressure, and he didn't let me say it, but he must say it as soon as possible." Fang Chi said.

"Then...if you need it when you say something," Cheng Mo thought for a while, took out his cell phone and pressed it a few times and handed it to him, "You can call me or my mother... and ask my mother to help me say it. This is her number."

Fang Chi turned to look at him in surprise.

"Really," Cheng Mo shook his phone, "My mother is quite enthusiastic. You have some preparations, what if you need it."

"...Thank you." Fang Chi took out his cell phone and wrote down Cheng Mo's mother's number. The name of his mother on Cheng Mo's mobile phone was written as "Little Sister".

After eating the barbecue, Fang Chi and Cheng Mo returned to the dormitory together.

Several people in the dormitory had already returned. Fang Chi chatted with them for a while, took a shower and lay back on his bed, took out the plate and placed it on the pillow, staring at the top of the bed with his arms in a daze.

It was probably not until today that Fang Chi understood why some people were so looking forward to a "same type".

They can empathize, know what you are afraid of, want, and know where the point that hurts you the most.

Fang Chi didn't expect that he would have to face this problem so soon. He kept thinking about it, and he would give his family a few words to give them a rough understanding of these, and then he would say them all when they graduate and become stable.

But Li Bowen, who had a water hyacinth in his mind, suddenly had such a trick. Although he was still uncertain, he would be sure whether he would actually come to have a farm stay, and he would find an opportunity to tell his grandparents after he came to the farm stay, but he had to be careful.

He could only show off with his family when Li Bowen was in action, otherwise he and Sun Wenqu would be very passive, and he would not dare to think about what would happen to his grandparents who were not mentally prepared.

He was thinking about whether to talk to Sun Wenqu. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally decided not to talk about it.

If Li Bowen really said something in the end, it was not just for targeting Sun Wenqu. The fact that he kicked Li Bowen into the pit that day might be the motivation for Li Bowen to do so.

He did this, and he had to bear the consequences himself, and he could no longer let Sun Wenqu worry about him.

But... no matter how much you think or plan, it is very pale and powerless compared to actually doing it.

Before going to bed at night, Sun Wenqu called him, and he hung up directly and sent a video to ask for it.

When he saw Sun Wenqu’s face appearing on the phone screen, he couldn’t help but jump into his heart, and the smile at the corner of his mouth dispersed like a wild dog.

"I'm sleeping?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"No, lie on the bed," Fang Chi said in a low voice, "Hey, I didn't miss you, but I thought about it again as soon as I saw it."

"Then I'll turn off the video." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"No," Fang Chi reached out and tapped on the screen, "If you can't touch or touch it, if you don't let me see it, I won't have to crunch it over."

"Look, let you see enough." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Fang Chi was so happy.

"Class will start tomorrow?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Yeah," Fang Chi nodded, "I feel like I can go to bed in class."

"I won't educate you anymore," Sun Wenqu tsk, "think about it for yourself."
To be continued...