Fang Chi first cooked the sesame soup and brought it upstairs to Sun Wenqu. Sun Wenqu was holding his laptop and leaning against the head of the bed. When he saw him come in, he couldn’t help laughing again. “What happened just now?”
“I fell,” Fang Chi put the bowl on the table and rubbed his forehead. “I originally wanted to hop down the stairs in a few steps, but I didn’t pick the right moment and stepped into empty space.”
“Didn’t twist your ankle?” Sun Wenqu got off the bed, sat down by the table, and sniffed the sesame soup. “Smells pretty good.”
“I’ve grown this big and never twisted my ankle,” Fang Chi walked toward the door again. “Go ahead and eat. This one isn’t too sweet, I didn’t put much sugar. Afraid you’ll get fat.”
“If I get fat, I get fat. What’s there to be afraid of?” Sun Wenqu scooped up a spoonful of sesame soup and put it into his mouth.
“If you get fat you won’t look good,” Fang Chi said as he walked out of the room.
When Sun Wenqu had eaten half a bowl of sesame soup, Fang Chi came in carrying a bowl of steaming noodles.
“What noodles?” Sun Wenqu immediately asked.
“Sausage and egg noodles. I added a bit of scallion when taking them out of the pot,” Fang Chi lifted the noodles in the bowl. “I really like this flavor.”
“Wait,” Sun Wenqu picked up the bowl and drank the remaining half bowl of sesame soup in one go, then held the bowl out to him. “Give me a chopstickful.”
“…You didn’t eat enough?” Fang Chi froze for a moment. Judging by Sun Wenqu’s usual appetite, a bowl of sesame soup after dinner should be enough to last him until tomorrow morning.
“After eating something sweet I want a bite of something salty,” Sun Wenqu said. “Just one chopstickful. Any more and I won’t be able to eat it.”
Fang Chi picked up a chopstickful of noodles for him and poured in a mouthful of soup as well.
“Still sleeping in the living room tonight?” Sun Wenqu asked him.
“…Sleeping in my grandpa’s room,” Fang Chi lowered his head and ate the noodles. “You’re not staying up all night again, right?”
“I’ll go to sleep in a bit. Used my brain too much today,” Sun Wenqu said.
“Used your brain too much?” Fang Chi looked at him. “You used your brain today?”
Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue with a smile. “What kind of way is that to talk?”
“Was it from talking business with Uncle Liangzi?” Fang Chi smiled.
“Something like that,” Sun Wenqu lay down on the bed. “He’s been giving me tough problems lately. Thinking about life is exhausting. I haven’t bothered pondering this stuff for years.”
“Then…” Fang Chi hesitated. “If I read here for a while, will it bother you?”
“No,” Sun Wenqu said. “It’s rare to see you this hardworking. Very touching.”
Fang Chi went downstairs to wash the bowls, watched the mahjong game in the living room for a while, and saw Fang Hui with tea in his left hand and sunflower seeds in his right, looking like a veteran mahjong master, firing off two discards in a row. Fang Chi couldn’t help laughing.
“Is it that funny?” Fang Hui turned to look at him. “Is it really that funny?”
“Yeah, it is,” Fang Chi stretched lazily and laughed as he walked upstairs. “Tonight the only thing that made me laugh was your two discards. If you keep it up a few more rounds I’ll be laughing until next New Year.”
“All you know how to do is laugh stupidly,” Fang Hui said.
“Yeah, not as good as you,” Fang Chi nodded. “Putting on a fully focused posture, racking your brains just to fire off cannons, bang bang bang. Just missing one more boom. So festive. Bet you’ve already lost all the New Year’s money you got.”
Fang Hui slammed his mahjong tile down and shot to his feet.
“Just argue a little and that’s enough,” Grandma said at the other table while stacking tiles. “You can’t beat him anyway.”
“I’m not playing anymore!” Fang Hui kicked the chair and sat down on the sofa, grabbing the remote and pressing buttons at the TV.
“You’re not playing?” Hu Ying, who had been spectating beside them while cracking sunflower seeds, immediately sat down. “Perfect. I’ll take over.”
Fang Chi went upstairs. When he pushed the door open he froze for a moment. Sun Wenqu was already wrapped in the blanket, face toward the wall, asleep. Chief Huang was curled in the space between his neck and the pillow.
“Asleep?” Fang Chi asked softly, not even daring to close the door loudly.
“About to fall asleep,” Sun Wenqu said in a muffled voice. “Read your book.”
“Oh.” Fang Chi turned off the room light, sat at the desk, opened his book, and turned the desk lamp toward himself.
Every time Fang Chi sat under the desk lamp he felt a special kind of quiet, as if the lamp’s light were a cover. Within two feet was his world; outside the light was endless silence.
But it had been a long time since he’d been able to focus on reading like today. Maybe it was Sun Wenqu’s words, maybe it was because he would soon return to school, or maybe it was simply because Sun Wenqu’s steady breathing was beside him.
He didn’t notice when Sun Wenqu fell asleep. He didn’t know when the mahjong game downstairs ended. He didn’t even hear when Fang Hui came into the room to sleep.
It wasn’t until Chief Huang’s small snoring started in the room that he lifted his head and checked the time on his phone.
It was already past one.
Really surprising.
These past few days had been full of surprises…
Even though it was quite late, he wasn’t very sleepy. He quietly went downstairs once. Before he even finished going down the stairs he heard Grandpa snoring like he was singing.
Fang Chi laughed, went into Grandpa’s room, pushed him onto his side, then went into the kitchen, found a bowl of chicken wings, and squatted in the kitchen sharing a few with Xiaozi.
After eating he washed his face, then still went upstairs and entered Sun Wenqu’s room.
But maybe because he had eaten something, when he sat down again to read he started to feel sleepy.
He held on until two-thirty, but couldn’t last anymore and got up to prepare to sleep.
Again, before he finished going down the stairs he heard Grandpa snoring. He stood on the stairs for about five minutes, then turned around, went back upstairs, and returned to the room.
Whether intentionally or not, Sun Wenqu was sleeping very close to the inside, pressed against the wall, leaving a wide space on the bed, more than enough for one person.
Fang Chi went downstairs to get a blanket and climbed onto the bed as quietly as possible.
But the bed of this decadent young master Sun Wenqu had a mattress. Even though Fang Chi lay down carefully, the mattress still moved.
After it shifted twice, Sun Wenqu turned over, lay flat, and tilted his head, burying half his face in Chief Huang’s fur.
Fang Chi froze like a thief, stuck halfway between lying down and not lying down, in a half–sit-up position. Only after Sun Wenqu’s breathing returned to steady did he slowly lie down, let out a breath, and close his eyes.
Beside his ear, Sun Wenqu’s breathing and Chief Huang’s faint little snores overlapped, making people feel inexplicably comfortable and at ease.
Fang Chi turned his head and looked at the half of Sun Wenqu’s face that was visible.
He couldn’t see clearly. With the lights off the room was basically pitch-dark.
Chief Huang had completely disappeared into the darkness; he could only vaguely make out how pale Sun Wenqu was.
Actually he didn’t need to see clearly. Fang Chi could easily sketch out what Sun Wenqu looked like in his mind, including the way his brows furrowed when he slept.
Heavy sleepiness pressed down on him as Fang Chi stared at Sun Wenqu’s blurry face, while scenes flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
Sun Wenqu lying on the desk explaining problems to him; the stretch of waist visible when he lay on the bed; the look on his face staring at the teapot at the wheel; the way he scolded him; the way he curled his lips and smiled at him…
And also… that somewhat blurry scene that made his breathing quicken whenever he thought about it, the way Sun Wenqu looked when he had pinned him onto the bed…
Fang Chi quickly closed his eyes, turned over with his back to Sun Wenqu, and pulled the blanket over his head.
Fang Chi woke quite early in the morning. As soon as he opened his eyes he met Chief Huang’s gaze. Chief Huang was leaning against the pillow, half-squinting at him.
After steadying himself, Fang Chi realized his arm was draped over Sun Wenqu’s waist through the blanket. He quickly pulled it back.
Chief Huang continued looking at him with disdain. Fang Chi used his finger to touch the tip of Chief Huang’s tail. Chief Huang didn’t swat him, but quickly curled the tail back.
Fang Chi yawned and sat up, then looked at Sun Wenqu.
Sun Wenqu had his entire head wrapped in the blanket. It was impossible to tell where he was breathing from. Fang Chi felt a little worried and gently pushed him twice.
“Mm…” Sun Wenqu hummed from inside the blanket, turned over, and revealed one eye from inside the blanket. He looked at Fang Chi for a few seconds. “Mm?”
“Aren’t you suffocating?” Fang Chi asked.
Sun Wenqu didn’t speak. His gaze looked a bit empty as he looked at him for a moment, then he closed his eyes again and continued sleeping.
Fang Chi had no choice but to pull the blanket down a bit. Only after seeing the tip of his nose did he feel relieved enough to get out of bed.
Today Second Uncle and Aunt were both leaving. After breakfast the living room was piled with things, New Year goods Grandpa and Grandma wanted them to take back.
Fang Chi helped tie everything up, feeling a bit down.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to part with Second Uncle and Aunt. He was thinking that when so many people suddenly all left together, Grandpa and Grandma would feel lonely.
At times like this he felt that Sun Wenqu living here was pretty good. Even though he usually didn’t leave his room, the house still had one more person.
“Carry the things to the car. Uncle Zhang just parked his car outside the yard,” Grandma patted Fang Chi.
“Oh.” Fang Chi carried the luggage outside and stacked it in the car.
Inside, Aunt was giving Grandma a long list of instructions, rest more, don’t clean the house all the time, call if anything happens.
“Oh, I know already. At my age and you’re still nagging like this,” Grandma glanced at the clock on the wall. “Hurry up or you’ll miss the bus.”
Fang Chi drove Uncle Zhang’s car and made two trips to send them to the place where they waited for the shuttle bus.
“Little Chi, you’re going back to school in a couple days, right?” Second Uncle asked.
“Mm.” Fang Chi nodded.
“Last half-year. Work hard,” Second Uncle lit a cigarette. “Get into a good school and make your grandparents happy.”
“Mm.” Fang Chi smiled.
“Go back now. Don’t wait here,” Aunt said. “Hurry back and study.”
“It’s only a few minutes,” Fang Chi said.
The shuttle bus arrived right on time, but it was quite crowded. Once their whole group and the luggage got on, the bus was packed.
It should be pretty warm inside. Fang Chi waved at the bus and turned to walk back.
Halfway there Xiaozi came running toward him. Fang Chi rubbed his head. “Where did you run off to? You didn’t even follow along.”
Xiaozi barked twice, the sound carrying far down the empty road.
When he returned home, only Dad, Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma were sitting in the living room chatting.
“I tidied up your room,” Mom said.
“I’m changing the duvet cover,” Fang Chi walked upstairs. “And the bedsheet.”
“I know you want to change them,” Mom said. “I already took out the clean ones and put them there. Change them yourself.”
“Oh.” Fang Chi answered.
The New Year wasn’t over yet, but everything seemed to have returned to normal. Only when the sound of firecrackers rang out would Fang Chi feel that it was still the holiday.
The time to return to school was approaching hour by hour, and Fang Chi felt an indescribable uneasiness.
Uneasy about leaving Grandpa and Grandma again. Uneasy about what result he could fight for in this half year. Uneasy about what his future would be like…
And also Sun Wenqu.
Fang Chi lay on the desk. It would probably be a long time before he saw him again.
He lifted his eyes and looked at the little flowerpot on the windowsill, wondering whether Sun Wenqu would remember to take a photo for him when the flowers bloomed.
These past two days Sun Wenqu seemed to have returned to his previous state, rarely leaving the room, burying himself in making pottery.
When Fang Chi brought him food, he saw the electric kiln in the room that looked like a giant safe glowing. He was probably firing that set of teapots, right?
“Going back to school tomorrow?” Sun Wenqu asked while eating.
“Mm.” Fang Chi nodded.
“Still going to training?” Sun Wenqu gnawed on a rib.
“Only Sunday afternoon now. The other sessions were all canceled,” Fang Chi looked at him. “Is it good?”
“Good,” Sun Wenqu said. Then he looked up at him again. “If you’re not training, not competing, and not taking guide jobs anymore… do you still have money to spend?”
“Yes,” Fang Chi took out his phone and tapped a few times. “I keep accounts and plan it. I save all my New Year money. I already paid the rent for the first half of the year. Just eating meals and buying some study materials is enough. Oh, and I still need to take Chief Huang to get neutered. It’s about time to castrate him, right?”
Fang Ying still had ten thousand of his, but he didn’t say that out loud, afraid Sun Wenqu wouldn’t be happy about it.
“Chief Huang!” Sun Wenqu turned his head back with a smile and shouted at Chief Huang, who was lying between two pillows sleeping on his back with all four legs up, “You’re done for!”
“That little sissy doesn’t care about this,” Fang Chi clicked his tongue, hesitated a bit, and then added, “Um… those little leaves in my room, if they bloom, remember to take pictures so I can see.”
“Mm,” Sun Wenqu smiled. “Whatever else you want to see, tell me and I’ll take pictures for you. Grandpa cooking, Grandma knitting sweaters, Grandpa fighting with that old romantic rival, no problem. Just don’t say you want to see the sunrise on the mountain.”
“It’s not that complicated,” Fang Chi smiled. “I’m not to the point of missing my grandparents that much.”
“Then I’ll just take a selfie,” Sun Wenqu said. He picked up his phone, took a picture of himself, and sent it to him. “How is it?”
Fang Chi took out his phone, saw Sun Wenqu’s photo, and smiled. “Pretty good. Handsome.”
“Can you at least put some effort into your flattery,” Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue. “So half-hearted, anyone can tell you’re jealous.”
“Ah! So handsome! Master Sun, you’re way too handsome!” Fang Chi suddenly held up his phone and shouted exaggeratedly, then laughed like crazy. “Is it supposed to be like that?”
“Your acting is way too over the top,” Sun Wenqu was startled by him; the food on his chopsticks even fell onto the table. “Alright, go downstairs and eat. Aren’t you going back to school tomorrow? Better sleep earlier tonight.”
“…Mm.” Fang Chi sighed and turned to leave the room.
While going downstairs he took out his phone again and looked at Sun Wenqu’s photo. Actually, maybe his acting hadn’t been that exaggerated. Sun Wenqu really did look good. Just picking up the phone and snapping casually, no angle, no checking the light, no expression, and the photo still turned out like that. His natural foundation had to be good enough.
Tsk.
Fang Chi hopped down the stairs in a few quick steps.
Dinner was still very plentiful. It hadn’t decreased at all just because his second uncle and aunt had left. The table was full of dishes, and several were newly made, all things Fang Chi liked to eat.
“You didn’t get any fatter this time either,” Grandma said, pinching him. “You never grow any meat. It makes me anxious.”
“I still don’t have meat?” Fang Chi laughed and dodged. “My training load has been reduced lately and I’ve already gained quite a bit.”
“Can’t tell,” Grandma piled a bunch of food into his bowl. “You didn’t even really eat freely this time. Don’t go learning from those little girls and dieting.”
“I’m not dieting, really,” Fang Chi stuffed a few bites of food into his mouth and said unclearly, “See? I’m eating quite a lot.”
After dinner Grandma called him into the room and stuffed an envelope into his hand.
“What’s this?” Fang Chi rubbed open the envelope and looked inside. It was a stack of money. “What’s this for?”
“I saw you studying like this for the first time since you grew up. It’s kind of scary. You sit there and don’t move at all,” Grandma looked at him worriedly. “Run out of brain juice?”
“…I’ve got enough. My brain juice is pretty thick,” Fang Chi said helplessly.
“Take it and buy yourself some good food, and nutritional stuff,” Grandma grabbed his arm. “It doesn’t matter whether you get into the exam or not. Don’t wreck your body. It’s not worth it for some university.”
“Hey,” Fang Chi laughed and hugged her. “What kind of worries are these? Don’t worry, my body’s great. I could take on eighty-six Fang Hui with no problem.”
“You brat!” Grandma laughed and smacked his back.
Because he had to go back to school tomorrow, Fang Chi didn’t go upstairs after dinner. He sat in the living room chatting for a long time. His dad and mom didn’t say much, but Grandpa and Grandma always had a lot to remind him of. Even though he’d already been living outside by himself for several years, they still couldn’t quite feel at ease.
They chatted until after eleven before Dad urged everyone to rest, and only then did Grandpa and Grandma go back to their room.
“Sleep early,” Dad patted him. “Don’t get up too early tomorrow. Aren’t you leaving after lunch? Rest a bit more.”
“Mm, got it.” Fang Chi nodded.
After his parents left, he went upstairs.
Sun Wenqu’s door was half-closed. Just as Fang Chi was about to knock, he heard the sound of an erhu from inside.
“Playing the erhu?” Fang Chi immediately pushed the door open and stuck his head in.
“Mm,” Sun Wenqu was sitting on a chair, holding an erhu in his hand. “I’ll play you a couple of lullabies so you won’t say I went back on my word.”
“Okay.” Fang Chi smiled and went in, closing the door.
“Ten minutes,” Sun Wenqu said. “This thing’s loud. Your grandparents can hear it. If I play too long it’ll disturb their sleep.”
“Alright.” Fang Chi sat on the edge of the bed. The erhu Li Bowen had given Sun Wenqu looked high-end at a glance, and the sound had a lot of texture too. It seemed Sun Wenqu really was willing to use this one because it was good. “What are you playing?”
“Just listen. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know,” Sun Wenqu curled the corner of his mouth.
“Mm.” Fang Chi rubbed his nose.
Sun Wenqu set the erhu on his leg, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then moved his hand lightly. A somewhat sorrowful melody slipped out.
The erhu was a rather sad instrument, Fang Chi had always thought so. Or maybe many Chinese instruments carried a trace of loneliness. If you listened carefully sometimes, even the suona could feel that way.
Growing up surrounded by that kind of atmosphere, whenever Sun Wenqu played the erhu there was always a different kind of presence around him. Hard to describe.
Loneliness, or something else.
Fang Chi hadn’t heard the piece this time. Of course, aside from Erquan Reflecting the Moon and Galloping Horses, and that Shepherd Girl song Sun Wenqu had on his player, he’d never really listened carefully to other erhu pieces anyway.
Right now he felt like he wasn’t listening that carefully either. The music surrounded him everywhere, wrapping around him. In front of him was Sun Wenqu, his fingers pressing the strings, his fingers holding the bow.
Whenever Sun Wenqu quieted down and immersed himself in something, people around him would start to feel a bit dazed too.
It really was… quite calming.
Fang Chi suddenly felt like he didn’t want to speak, just wanted to sit there blankly like this.
When Sun Wenqu stood up from the chair opposite him, Fang Chi suddenly realized the music had stopped a long time ago.
“Go to sleep,” Sun Wenqu said.
“Mm.” Fang Chi pinched Chief Huang’s ear and stood up.
“Good night.” Sun Wenqu looked at him and smiled.
“Good night.” Fang Chi didn’t know what that smile meant, so he bared his teeth at him and pulled the door open to leave.
“Don’t read anymore. Just sleep,” Sun Wenqu added from inside the room.
“Oh.” Fang Chi responded and went back to his own room.
When he lay down on the bed, Fang Chi thought he probably wouldn’t fall asleep. But unexpectedly, only a few minutes after lying down he started dreaming.
Of course he didn’t remember what he dreamed about. Usually he couldn’t remember his dreams clearly anyway.
For some reason he slept very soundly. When he was half awake in the morning he remembered his dad saying to sleep a little longer, turned over, and actually fell asleep again.
Sleep then. What’s the point of waking up? Once he got up he’d start thinking about going back to school soon, which was depressing. Better sleep.
When he woke again it was already almost ten.
He had been woken by Xiaozi barking on the rooftop.
Xiaozi never went up to the rooftop when coming to play with him. Usually it just came straight upstairs from inside the house and squatted at his door. Fang Chi got out of bed, pulled the curtain aside, and looked outside.
Sun Wenqu stood on the rooftop with his back to the window, holding a bowl in his hand. It looked like there were a few pieces of beef in it.
“I’ll count one two three,” Sun Wenqu said. “Then bark again. One, two…”
Xiaozi wagged its tail and barked once.
“That’s not right, I haven’t said three yet,” Sun Wenqu pointed at it. “One, two, three, bark!”
Xiaozi barked at him again.
“Hey, very smart.” Sun Wenqu pinched a piece of meat from the bowl and fed it to it.
Fang Chi opened the door. “You’re this idle?”
“You’re awake?” Sun Wenqu turned around. “You really slept a long time today.”
“My head feels stuffy from sleeping,” Fang Chi scratched his head.
“Your grandma’s cooking. Lunch today seems pretty abundant,” Sun Wenqu said with a smile.
Lunch really was abundant, everything Fang Chi liked to eat. And they’d even made extra, already packed into food containers for him to take back.
Today Sun Wenqu didn’t stay upstairs eating alone; he ate in the living room together with everyone.
Everything Grandpa and Grandma wanted to remind him of had mostly been said last night. Today’s lunch was basically just them constantly putting food into his bowl, telling him to eat, eat, eat.
After the meal Fang Chi felt like the bus ride might shake him so much he’d throw up.
“I’ve packed everything you need to take in this bag,” Mom pointed to a bag nearby.
“It’s all food, right?” Fang Chi went over to check. Every time he came home for the New Year he had to take a pile of food back. “Enough for me to eat until I graduate college.”
“So you don’t have to keep buying things. Put some in noodles, put some in rice, it’s convenient and hygienic,” Grandma said. “One bag of food is for Xiao Yiming, the one in the red bag.”
“Mm.” Fang Chi nodded.
“It’s about time,” Dad glanced at the clock. “I’ll take you there.”
“Huh?” Fang Chi looked up. “I… don’t need that. Don’t see me off.”
“You’ve got so many things,” Grandpa said.
“No need, don’t send me,” Fang Chi glanced at Sun Wenqu. “Shuiqu can help carry them with me.”
“You really have some nerve,” Grandma complained. “He’s a guest and you’re asking him to carry your things?”
“It’s fine,” Sun Wenqu smiled. “I’m not really a guest here with Fang Chi. I can take a walk anyway, get some movement.”
Grandma hesitated a bit but didn’t insist. Sun Wenqu picked up a bag and went out with Fang Chi.
It was too cold outside. Grandpa and Grandma only walked them to the gate before Dad and Mom pulled them back inside. Dad ran out again and shouted, “Call me when you arrive!”
“Got it, ” Fang Chi shouted back.
Xiaozi trotted by his feet and turned its head to bark twice as well.
Seeing that Dad had gone back in too, Fang Chi reached out and took the bag from Sun Wenqu’s hand.
“I’ll carry it. All the bags are on you, how can I ‘help carry them for you’ then?” Sun Wenqu laughed.
“It’s not like I can’t carry them,” Fang Chi said a little embarrassed. After thinking for a moment he handed over the cat carrier. “Then you carry Chief Huang for a bit.”
“Usually when you go back to school, who sees you off?” Sun Wenqu took the cat carrier.
“During New Year my dad helps me carry things to the intersection,” Fang Chi said. “Normally when I come back nobody sends me off. I just go by myself. It’s not far, only Xiaozi comes with me.”
“Oh,” Sun Wenqu smiled. “So today you want me to send you off?”
“…Let’s chat a bit,” Fang Chi said.
But even though he said chat, there wasn’t really anything to talk about. Fang Chi didn’t know what he wanted to talk about. The two of them spoke here and there, one sentence at a time, and before long they had reached the intersection.
The timing was just right. The shuttle bus should be arriving any moment.
“Let’s swap this,” Sun Wenqu took out his MP3 from his pocket. “Give me yours.”
“Huh?” Fang Chi froze. “Why?”
“You listen to it all the time, walking, reviewing and all that. Switching to a better one will be more comfortable to listen to. Also better for showing off,” Sun Wenqu said. “I picked some calming pieces and put them in here. Listen to them. If you don’t like them, change them yourself.”
“Oh.” Fang Chi took out his MP3 and exchanged it with him.
Just as he was about to say a couple more things, the shuttle bus drove over from the other side of the road.
“Why is it so punctual today?” Fang Chi suddenly felt a bit irritated.
“Let me know when you arrive,” Sun Wenqu lightly patted his face. “Remember what I told you. Work hard these next few months. If you’ve decided to do well on the exam, then do it properly.”
“Mm.” Fang Chi responded. Sun Wenqu’s hand was quite warm.
After Sun Wenqu put his hand back into his pocket, Fang Chi couldn’t help himself, he pulled Sun Wenqu’s hand out again and lightly grabbed it.
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