No matter how beautiful the road is, there is always an end, and there must be a return date when traveling.
Even though he was excited all the time, when he came back to take a shower and put himself on the bed, Qin Fang still felt sore all over his muscles, as tired as a tired dog.
Xing Yan couldn't tell that he was tired, but he fell asleep when Qin Fang came back from the shower, and Qin Fang basically fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.
The two of them fell asleep all morning, and woke up after eleven o'clock. Qin Fang touched the phone and took a look. There were three calls from Jian Muyang on it.
Qin Fang looked up at Xingyan's direction, seeing that he hadn't gotten up yet, stepped on his slippers and went out to call Jian Muyang back.
Jian Muyang answered quickly, but Qin Fang frowned almost as soon as he heard his voice.
"What's wrong, Yangyang?"
Jian Muyang called "brother", and his voice sounded nasal: "Dad and my mother had a fight."
Qin Fang asked softly, "Are you crying?"
"Well," Jian Muyang sniffed, "They were arguing quite fiercely, and I was a little scared."
"Don't be afraid." Qin Fang coaxed him, "It's normal for adults to quarrel."
"But my mother looks very abnormal, she has never been like this before." Jian Muyang said in a low voice, probably in his own room, "She kept crying, and then fell asleep."
"It's okay," Qin Fang repeated, "I'm not afraid."
Qin Fang didn't know why Jian Mingtao and Dong Yin were arguing, and he wasn't interested in knowing. It might just be because of mood swings during pregnancy. But Jian Muyang cried with him on the phone, which still made Qin Fang a little worried. Jian Muyang seldom cries, he is a kid who loves to laugh.
Jian Muyang asked in a muffled voice: "Brother, when will you come back..."
Qin Fang glanced at the date on the phone and said to him, "It's coming soon."
"Then you have to go home when you come back," Jian Muyang whispered, "I miss you brother."
"Okay." Qin Fang agreed to him.
I went out crazy for a few days, and the phone call during the day was basically out of contact. Generally, those who looked for him had nothing important to do. After a few days, there were a lot of messages on the mobile phone. Qin Fang probably looked at them, and they were all messy.
When he came out of the bathroom to wash up, Han Xiaogong just came down from upstairs.
"Hey, are you back?" Han Xiaogong walked downstairs slowly with his hands in his trouser pockets.
"Morning... good afternoon." Qin Fang greeted him with some drops of water on his head.
Han Xiaogong yawned and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Just started," Qin Fang said, "not yet."
"That's right, let's go together." Han Xiaogong took a piece of toast on the coffee table, took a bite, "I'm hungry."
Xing Yan was still asleep when Qin Fang went in to change his clothes. He changed his clothes lightly and went out to eat with Han Xiaogong.
During the meal, Han Xiaogong asked Qin Fang if he had taken a photo, Qin Fang nodded, the two added WeChat, and Qin Fang sent him the photo.
Han Xiaogong's head is gray, almost black gray. This is quite surprising. Qin Fang originally thought that his profile picture should be a photo of himself, and it should not be in this style if it is not a photo.
Han Xiaogong flipped through the photos: "Not bad, hey, you all like these, barbaric."
Qin Fang ate, but didn't speak.
While drinking casserole porridge, Han Xiaogong picked out a few photos and posted them directly on Weibo. He smiled and said, "The photos are amazing."
There is Xing Yan's profile in the photo, and Han Xiaogong gave Qin Fang his phone to read the comments. Some of the comments were saying that Xiaogong finally remembered that he still had a Weibo that needed to be opened, and most of the others were praising how handsome he was. Comments rose rapidly, and Qin Fang was surprised that Han Xiaogong had so many fans on Weibo. He glanced at it, and there were more than two million.
Qin Fang didn't pay much attention to these things, most of the people he followed on Weibo were friends he knew.
"Little girls also like big motorcycles." Han Xiaogong closed Weibo and continued to eat. "Brother Yan is very popular with me."
"Have you sent his photo?" Qin Fang asked.
"I've posted it," Han Xiaogong said, "Many times I don't want to take pictures, and I have to post something, so post what is around."
Qin Fang was quite surprised: "He asked you to send it?"
"Let it go," Han Xiaogong said with a smile, "Send it as you like."
Qin Fang really didn't expect that according to his understanding, Xing Yan would not like these, Han Xiaogong said: "He doesn't care about this."
That's right, Qin Fang nodded, and Han Xiaogong continued: "Do you care?"
"Huh?" Qin Fang asked, "What do you care about?"
Han Xiaogong said: "Send a photo."
Qin Fang shook his head: "I can't do it anymore, it doesn't matter."
"Then I'll post to you next time," Han Xiaogong looked at him and said, "Do you want to be popular? I can let you increase your followers."
"I don't want to," Qin Fang laughed, "What do I want fans for?"
When Qin Fang went back, he also brought Xing Yan a lunch. When he entered the door, Xing Yan just got up and looked like he had just washed up.
"It might be able to sleep," Han Xiaogong chuckled, "like a pig."
Xing Yan ignored him. Qin Fang put the lunch box on the table and said to Xing Yan, "Come and eat."
Xing Yan sat down and asked Han Xiaogong: "What happened to Zhou Siming?"
Han Xiaogong said: "I don't know, I must be crazy."
Xing Yan looked at him, Han Xiaogong spread his hands: "I really don't know."
Zhou Siming ran into Xing Yan when he went downstairs just now, and he left without saying a word, with a sullen face. Xing Yan didn't talk to him either, they didn't talk much in the first place.
Han Xiaogong leaned on the sofa and said slowly: "Someone asked him for money, I gave him the money, and he returned it to me."
Qin Fang raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and Xing Yan also looked over.
Han Xiaogong leaned back with his eyes closed, and continued, "He scolded me, so I scolded him too, and then he left. I really don't know what happened after that."
After a while, Xing Yan said "hmm" and asked, "Where's Si Tu?"
"I don't know." Han Xiaogong said, "Maybe I went to find a place to write songs."
These days when Xing Yan and the others left, Han Xiaogong basically didn't see the other two people very much, and he didn't know anything when asked him. But he said that someone asked Zhou Siming for money, which was quite unexpected.
This was also the first time Qin Fang heard "money" from them, and these few seemed to be not short of money. Xing Yan can still afford motorcycles, and Si Tu, who plays with flowers and grass, doesn't seem to be worried about his livelihood, let alone Han Xiaogong. Qin Fang doesn't know much about it, but he knows that he just saw his Weibo with more than two million fans. There can be no shortage of money. It is true that Zhou Siming is quite ordinary compared to these few, and he is dressed like an ordinary student.
It's hard to say whether someone came to ask for money, whether they got into trouble or owed a debt.
Qin Fang didn't think too much about it, since it had nothing to do with him anyway, he and Zhou Siming were not close enough to care for each other, and now they really count as half-enemies. Although Qin Fang had turned the page, Zhou Siming was too annoying to keep on swearing.
Half of the holiday is already over, and there are not many days left after subtracting the few days of going back early.
The typhoon has landed, and it has been raining and windy for the past few days. Except for Zhou Siming, the rest of them rarely stayed in the house and didn't go anywhere, doing their own things every day, and chatting briefly when they met.
It was raining heavily, and the second floor began to leak again. Han Xiaogong took a pillow and went to Si Tu's room to sleep at night. Normally Zhou Siming should live in Xing Yan's room, but Qin Fang occupied a bed, and Zhou Siming slept on the sofa in the living room.
Qin Fang didn't want to occupy other people's space, so he booked a room.
Xing Yan didn't let him go out: "Don't bother, he won't come in even if you leave."
"Why?" Qin Fang raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Xiao." Xing Yan said, "During this time, you two have a chance to fight."
Qin Fang smiled: "I don't want to fight."
"I just want to talk to him," Xing Yan stood by the window watching the rain outside, "Anyone who talks to him wants to hit him."
"He really deserves a beating." Qin Fang nodded.
Zhou Siming kept pulling his face. Every time he saw Qin Fang, his eyes seemed to express his displeasure, but Qin Fang didn't want to fight with him at the end of the holiday, mainly because he was afraid of other people's embarrassment, so he didn't fight with him. what to say.
He and Xing Yan are very familiar now, Qin Fang asked him jokingly: "If I fight him now, will you still help him?"
Xing Yan was sitting on his own bed reading a book at that time, when he heard this, he looked up, thought for a while and said, "I'm watching a play."
"It's so indifferent," Qin Fang said, "We have been traveling in the same car for so many days anyway."
Xing Yan lowered his head and continued reading, saying, "He can't beat you."
Qin Fang reached out and touched his stomach, looked at Xing Yan, smiled and said slowly: "Then why am I at a disadvantage?"