Fang Chi felt like a person who was so scared of a pile of explosives but had to hold a torch to light it.

I don’t know how powerful this pile of explosives is, how far it can be blown up, how high it can be blown up, who will hurt everyone, and whether it will blow up all over the body.

No matter how many solutions are, it seems that it is impossible to ensure that he can pull the people around him to avoid them safely.

And when this sentence is said, it is like a torch hitting a fuse.

Looking at the sparks splashing, he knew that he had no way out.

Grandpa was putting on tobacco. After hearing this, his hand paused, and his hand filled in tobacco shook suddenly, and the tobacco squeezed at his fingertips fell to the ground.

"Why do you want to slap you?" He turned his head to look at Fang Chi.

"I..." Fang Chi didn't dare to look at grandpa, but just stared at the tobacco on the ground, "Grandpa, I... If I say I... I'm the same as Xiao Yiming, you will..."

"What's the same as him?" Grandpa asked.

"Like him... like him..." Fang Chi closed his eyes and bit his lip hard, "I like men."

The air seemed to solidify.

Time seems to have frozen.

Everything around it seemed to have solidified.

Only the cold wind was still flying freely, walking in from outside the yard and sweeping over the naked skin with a spike.

The pipe in grandpa's hand suddenly sucked on the back of his head.

pain.

Very painful.

Grandpa, who has been doing farm work all his life, is amazingly powerful.

Fang Chi felt as if something had been hit on the back of his head. After a blunt wood, he felt the pain. Before the pain could spread, the pipe slammed into his face again.

Then it broke with a click.

"What did you say?" Grandpa's voice was filled with surprise and trembling.

Fang Chi did not move, and his eyes moved from the tobacco on the ground to the broken half of the pipe with some difficulty: "I like... men."

"Which man do you like? Is it Xiao Yiming or..." Grandpa paused, "Sun Wenqu?"

This was the first time that my grandfather called out his name correctly after the whole family changed his name to Sun Wenqu through his grandmother, and his name was with his name.

Grandpa would ask who it was, it was not surprising. Perhaps in his eyes, there must be such a person, otherwise Fang Chi would not be able to say such things as he likes men.

"It's not Xiao Yiming." Fang Chi replied.

He was able to deny Xiao Yiming, but he didn't have the courage to say Sun Wenqu's name again. Grandpa and grandparents treated Sun Wenqu as half of his grandson. He really didn't have the courage to clearly put his grandfather at another blow.

"That's Sun Wenqu?" Grandpa's voice trembled a little violently.

Fang Chi didn't say anything and stared at the tip of his shoes silently.

Grandpa didn't ask any further, but just picked up the broken pipe from the ground and took two pieces of cigarette poles to get them together, as if he wanted to put them back.

But it never succeeded.

Finally, he threw down his pipe and stood up, paced in the backyard.

Grandpa often strolls in the backyard, walking slowly back and forth.

He didn't walk fast today, but Fang Chi could still hear anxiety and uneasiness from the sound of his footsteps. The boy who usually likes to run around at his grandfather's feet did not move, and he hurried in a corner of the yard and sat quietly.

Fang Chi's mind could no longer think, like a pot of sauce, rumbling and rumbling. It was clearly a full pot, but there was nothing he could see.

He only felt cold, and the cold started to invade his body from his fingertips.

"Grandpa..." He took a breath and raised his head.

He didn't finish his words, although he didn't know what he wanted to say after calling his grandpa.

"Shut up!" Grandpa took two steps and slapped him on the left face.

Fang Chi's legs were numb because his legs were squatting. The slap almost knocked him to the ground. He reached out to support the ground.

The boy screamed, ran to the edge of his grandfather's leg, bit the corner of his clothes, made a soft sound, and hummed with his nose.

"You," Grandpa pointed at him, his hands trembling, and his lowered voice was trembling, "Since I was a child, I said that you have an idea! It's worry-free, and you really have an idea! You really have an idea!"

Fang Chi didn't say anything, and his grandfather slapped him a little confused.

"You are! You are dead, you are!" Grandpa's lips trembled and he still pointed at him, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Fang Chi was also silent. Once the words were said, everything changed. No matter whether he had ever expected such a scene, every second in the next would be unexpected.

"Go upstairs!" Grandpa glared at him, "Get upstairs!"

Fang Chi stood up very slowly, not knowing whether he was suffocated or had squatted for too long and was cerebral ischemia. His eyes turned black and he fainted for several seconds before he turned around and walked into the room.

"How do you want your grandma to live!" Grandpa said with heartache and anxiety behind him, then sighed heavily, "How do you spend this year!"

Fang Chi did not go back to the living room from the corridor and went upstairs. He was afraid and did not have the courage to face his grandmother who didn't know anything. He went straight to the rooftop from the stairs in the backyard, opened the door and entered his room.

After the doors and windows were closed, he sat on the edge of the bed.

The ears and mind were buzzing, mixed with sharp tinnitus like screaming.

That's it.

But there was no slight relief. Grandpa's words made him feel like he was being pressed down at the bottom of many quilts.

He was so heavy, but he couldn't suppress him.

He is bored, but he can't kill him.

It's just so heavy and depressing.

The cell phone rang.

It took a long time before Fang Chi slowly took out his phone from his pocket.

It was a message sent by Xiao Yiming.

-Don't ask Sun Wenqu when you say it, don't say that you have a boyfriend now, it may be more relaxed.

Fang Chi moved his fingers and felt a little inconvenient to move. Every time his fingers moved, it was difficult.

- Must say, and it has been said.

After a while, Xiao Yiming returned the news.

- Already said it? When did you say it? What is the situation? Is it convenient to answer the phone now?

- What I said just now is not very good, it is convenient to answer the phone but I don't want to talk.

-Okay, if you want to help, just say, hold on and comfort your grandparents.

-Um.

Fang Chi put down his cell phone, fell on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Grandpa did not give him any response except being angry. He didn't know whether he could accept it or agree, and what to do next.

Maybe grandpa still needs time to clarify his mind. Not to mention grandpa, even himself, he couldn't handle such a thing at the beginning.

After grandpa sorted out his clues and realized... he didn't dare to think about it.

The surroundings were very quiet, just like every year in the past. Before the New Year, the silence was filled with the unique excitement of the New Year. But this year, Fang Chi only felt the silence that made him unable to breathe normally.

The room was very quiet, and you could hear the sound of the boy's footsteps, and the sound of his nose pressing around his door.

The downstairs was also very quiet. He couldn't hear whether his grandfather was in the backyard or in the living room. He couldn't hear whether he had told his grandmother.

And he doesn't know what else he can do except lying here.

I don’t know how long it took, the scorching pain on my left face disappeared, replaced by the hot temperature, and the pain on my head also disappeared, and it turned into numb and swelling.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, which were very fast and heavy.

Fang Chi opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

The small alarm clock on the table shows that it is noon now, and he has been lying here for three hours.

This is the footsteps of grandma, the footsteps of grandma when she is angry.

He took a breath and was about to accept his grandmother's beating.

The door of his room was not pushed open, and grandma opened the door of Sun Wenqu’s room next door.

Before Fang Chi could figure out why, he heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground and the sound of a cup being smashed.

Next was the loud noise of various things falling to the ground and breaking.

When Fang Chi heard someone seemed to be smashing Sun Wenqu’s electric furnace, he jumped out of the bed, plucked up the courage to open the door and walked out.

"What are you doing?" Grandpa stood outside Sun Wenqu's room door. When he saw him coming out, he frowned and said.

"I..." Fang Chi couldn't see what was happening in the room, but the door was covered with broken glass and wooden boards.

"Go back to your house." Grandpa said.
To be continued...