Tired Bird Knows Return

After Chen Yanqing ran away, Fu Cheng didn't follow up for a while, and the door shut him out after a deafening sound.

"What are you doing standing in front of the bathroom?"

The old lady came upstairs while talking, Fu Cheng wiped his forehead with his fingertips, and said with an unknown smile, "It's okay, I'm going to take a bath."

"Don't wash it yet, go down and eat something." The old lady passed by him and went to Chen Yanqing's door, knocked on the door and asked, "The supper is ready, do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat!" There was a dejected shout from inside, even the old lady could hear something was wrong, and turned to look at Fucheng again, "Who lit him again?"

Fucheng spread his hands, "I'll eat, grandma, let's stop adding fuel to the flames."

The old lady hesitated, sighed, and raised her voice while walking towards the stairs, "If you like to eat or not, whoever's ancestors will serve you!"

After a while, the sound of footsteps disappeared, and Chen Yanqing finally freed his head from the quilt.

His mouth was still numb, as if he had eaten a handful of prickly ash. He lay on the bed and couldn't help but put his hand on his lips, trying to relieve it in this way, but he overestimated himself. Not only did he not relieve it, he even I can still smell the dog smell on Fu Cheng's body, and see every pore on his face.

"It's so annoying—"

Chen Yanqing was restlessly rubbing the corners of the quilt, and in the end he was bouncing on the bed like a live fish washed ashore by the waves. He didn't remember when he fell asleep, but he only knew that it was almost dawn and the rooster next door was crowing. Doudou ran around downstairs.

Fucheng didn't give a reasonable explanation for the kiss. For the next few days, Chen Yanqing even avoided him at home. The old lady washed the dishes six times a day, and it was because some people didn't eat at the same table with them.

Three or four days before going home, Tang Ping called. The old lady called Chen Yanqing in the yard, and the man came downstairs in a hurry. Before Tang Ping answered the phone, she asked, "Mom, can I go back to the city?"

"Back to the city? What do you eat when you go back? Do you drink northwest wind?"

"I can't eat anything, why do I have to trouble grandma here?" To show his sincerity, he deliberately emphasized the word 'trouble'.

Unexpectedly, Tang Ping snorted softly, "You are here, your grandma eats three meals a day, and you are not here, she eats one meal a day. Do you think I really let you eat? Your grandma is not in good health. Please help me." Help, live a good life with grandma for a few days."

"But it's been ten days..."

"Okay, let's go home on NO.15. I've made an agreement with your grandma," Tang Ping asked after finishing speaking, "How is Fucheng? Are you still used to the food and housing?"

Speaking of Fucheng, Chen Yanqing looked around in the yard, without looking, he said, "He is better than me, he is more like grandma's grandson than me."

"Then you learn more from him, good boy, I have to go to work, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yanqing held the phone and walked around the yard again. The old lady brought down a large bamboo sieve from the wooden stand. Inside were the August letters picked up a few days ago, which had been dried and changed color. Said, also oddly shaped.

"Grandma, where is Fucheng?"

The old lady picked at the things in the bamboo sieve and said, "Go to the next door to play chess."

"Who are you going with?"

"You'll know if you go and have a look." After finishing speaking, he went straight to the house.

"The devil will go." Chen Yanqing muttered, and went back upstairs with the phone in his pocket.

Fu Cheng didn't know how to play chess, he learned from the old man next door for a few days, and now he can play against him for a few rounds, but sometimes he still forgets the rules, and takes a few turns with a cannon to eat others.

"Hey, you, this, this doesn't count, get off again," the old man pushed his chair back, "get off again, get off that, that horse."

Fucheng paused for a while, "I did not make a mistake."

"If I say you can't, then you can't. Download again."

"..." Fucheng looked at the situation again, and then leaned back on the chair meaningfully, "You lost, right?"

The old man looked solemn, "Who said that, I didn't lose here. You made a mistake. You can play again."

"No more, I'm going back."

"Hey, it's not over yet, why are you going back?" the old man scolded, "No one will play with you when you go back!"

Fucheng left without looking back, leaving only one sentence, "There is a dog at home, I have to go back and hug it for a while."

When the door was suddenly pushed open, Chen Yanqing's fingers trembled, and the greedy snake on the screen was killed in battle. Chen Yanqing looked at Fucheng with trembling pupils, "I'm about to break the record, why are you so good at pinching points?" !"

"Just come back to help you play." Fu Cheng closed the door and came in, sat in the wicker chair, then reached out to him, "Take it here."

"No need, I'll play by myself." Chen Yanqing leaned against the head of the bed, biting the meat of her mouth resentfully, but in fact, her heart was already pounding, she wanted him to go out, and she didn't want to go back to that matter.

After a long time, Fucheng said, "Let's go back to the city."

Chen Yanqing suddenly put down the phone, "Do you want to go back?"

"Well," Fu Cheng stretched out his hand again, "give me the phone."

"what?"

"I'll tell Teacher Tang."

Only then did Chen Yanqing get up, climb to the end of the bed, and put the phone in Fu Cheng's palm.

After the call was connected, Fucheng went out, and Chen Yanqing waited anxiously in the room. Not long after, Fucheng re-entered and handed the phone to him, "Leave tomorrow morning?"

"My mother agreed?"

"If you don't believe me, call back and ask."

"Forget it," Chen Yanqing got out of bed and began to pack his clothes, "I'll believe you just once," then stopped, turned around and said to him, "I can't fit the two-meter one, but I can do it for the 1.5-meter one. If you still want to I sleep at home, so I bought a small bed and put it in my room."

"Are you that resistant to me?"

"Really," Chen Yanqing suppressed the strange feeling in his throat, and said to him very seriously, "Fucheng, I don't want to make Duan Xiaoming sad."

Fucheng leaned against the table, "Understood, then don't buy it, I will go home and live when I go back."

Chen Yanqing's hand stuffing his clothes stopped slightly, "It's okay."

Immediately behind him, he let out a long sigh, and the bed creaked, Chen Yanqing turned his head again, Fu Cheng lay down on his bed, and said, "Don't drive me away, I will sleep with you for the last night."

When Chen Yanqing's words reached his lips, he swallowed them back for no reason.

At night, they really didn't drive him away. It was almost ten o'clock after the two of them washed up and lay down.

Yancheng is a place where the winter is warm and the summer is cool. Many people come to Yancheng to escape the heat in summer. The countryside is blocked by mountains, which makes it even cooler. It is very unpleasant to hang out.

"I don't have a quilt."

"That's right," Fu Cheng said, "I have it."

"..." He pinched the edge of the quilt and pulled it back a little.

After a while, Fu Cheng turned over and turned his back to him, and the quilt was taken away by this movement again.

Chen Yanqing's eyes widened in the darkness, and he pulled back fiercely, Fucheng remained motionless, quiet and dead as if he had fallen asleep.

Chen Yanqing pulled back the quilt, closed his eyes and planned to fall asleep, but the sleepy person didn't go out for a long time, and there were occasional sounds of insects and birds outside, and so on, the deeper the night went, the more awake he became.

Then came the urge to urinate, Chen Yanqing got out of bed lightly, went to the bathroom, and not long after lying down after returning, Fucheng spoke, but asked straightforwardly, "Why don't you like your grandma?"

There were more quilts, and Chen Yanqing was surprised to find that he could completely cover himself.

"No dislike."

"what is that?"

"I don't know either," Chen Yanqing said, "I wasn't very close to her when I was young."

"She loves you very much." Fu Cheng said.

As if hearing a joke, Chen Yanqing turned his head and saw only a dark silhouette, "Do you like my grandma?"

"Well, it's very comfortable to get along with a person, it should be like it."

Chen Yanqing hummed in understanding, and then puffed up his cheeks, thinking that there should be nothing wrong with him, but unexpectedly, Fucheng turned over. In an instant, Chen Yanqing felt his breath hit the tip of his nose, so he turned his neck After stretching, "Are you still asleep?"

"Not sleepy," Fu Cheng finished, paused for a few seconds, and asked again, "Do you want me to hug you?"

"...Why are you always not serious for a long time?"

"Who is the first to ask a serious person?"

"..." Chen Yanqing even moved back, "No, I'm asleep."

The next day, just after sunrise, when Chen Yanqing woke up, he took away Fu Cheng's hand wrapped around his waist.

The old lady looked very happy. Before going out, she took a box, wrapped it in a square towel, and stuffed it into Chen Yanqing's hands, "They are all dried fruits. The wild fruits you picked last time are all dried. You can take them back and let them go." Put a slice or two when your mother makes soup."

"Oh." Chen Yanqing took it. The box is big and heavy. There should be a lot in it. He avoided the old lady's sight, "Let's go, grandma."

"Let's go, the car will be here in a while," the old lady waved her hand, "Come on, hey, my old waist can be considered resting."

After going out of the door and out of the courtyard, Fucheng was still saying goodbye to his grandma. He couldn't get in, or maybe he couldn't say anything. In the end, he just said goodbye hastily, and went to the bus stop with Fucheng. went.

Fucheng did not break his promise. After returning to the faculty dormitory, he went upstairs with Chen Yanqing one after the other. When he reached the eighth floor, he went to the ninth floor without stopping. The voice said to Fucheng, "Did you play well?"

Fucheng probably didn't answer, the door was closed, and he couldn't hear him even after he returned, Chen Yanqing closed the door resentfully.

Before going to Teacher Deng's training class, Chen Yanqing went to Duan Xiaoming's house as scheduled.

There were many more medicines on the coffee table in the living room, and Duan Xiaoming raised some potted plants during the holidays. Chen Yanqing didn't understand these flowers and plants, so she followed him and watched him water the flowers meticulously.

"Will it bloom?"

Duan Xiaoming bent down and took a small watering can and handed it to him, "Try it."

Chen Yanqing took it and sprayed it on a small pot, "What kind of flowers are in this pot?"

"Clivia, with golden orange flowers, the color like fire."