two sons three fathers

The room was empty, and it was windy when the heater was turned on. Han Yu walked around and found that there was no food in the house, and there was no refrigerator. Is this a place for people to live in?

He rubbed his head impatiently and came back and asked, "You live here alone?"

Fu Yizheng nodded, "Yeah."

"..." Han Yu crossed his hands and looked at him from top to bottom, "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know," Fu Yizheng sat cross-legged on the sofa, looked up at him, and smiled slightly: "I will eat whatever you do."

Han Yu: "..." What he can do is instant noodles.

"I'll order a takeaway for you," Han Yu took out his phone, swiped the screen, looked at the phone and said, "Choose one, rice, or snack."

In the blink of an eye, he saw that Fu Yizheng was still thinking, and said, "Where's your father?"

"Busy at work," Fu Yizhang said, "Going out."

As if thinking of something, Han Yu raised his brows slightly, gradually wrinkled together, and soon relaxed again. He didn't want to ask people about family affairs, but the place where Fu Yizhang stayed was wet and cold, and he didn't even eat. There is no one to take care of him. I'm afraid that there will be three to five days. This Fu Yizhen won't be belching?

Fu Yitang, the housekeeper and the cook were all driven back to the villa by Fu Yitang in the afternoon.If you need something, you can call.

The interface was dazzled, looking at all kinds of food, Han Yu didn't know what to order, he was full when he came, and said directly: "I don't expect you to eat, spicy? Salty? Or what flavor?"

"Can I have snacks?" Fu Yizheng asked him like a kindergarten kid.

Han Yu: "...Yes."

I ended up ordering fried chicken, pizza and chips.

Han Yu stood by the side with a bag in his hand.Fu Yizheng sat with his legs crossed, his elbows propped on his knees, and he grabbed food with both hands.

Because there was no table, the coffee table was also taken away.

Fu Yizheng grabbed the chicken leg with one hand and the pizza with the other, chewing on the fried chicken leg meat, suddenly wanted to wipe his face, and found that he had no extra hands, he smiled helplessly.

Han Yu looked at the place not far in front of him, and felt that he was carrying a very tall one, let's put it on the floor, it seemed that something was wrong, when he heard Fu Yizheng laughed, he laughed too, and only after he had laughed enough did he ask: "What are you laughing at?" What?"

Fu Yizhen shook his head, puffed his cheeks and said, "No." Why didn't he keep the table, it's so stupid, it feels like fleeing.

He remembered that when he was a child, his friends knew that his father was rich and drove a luxury car to school every day, so they asked him to buy food for everyone to eat. He bought it, but everyone ate his food, and whispered that he could burn To the 46 ℃ monster, do not play with him.

Hearing this, Fu Yizheng was so angry that his face was livid, and he beat the child who said bad things without saying a word. For this, his father paid a lot of money. After that, no one dared to bully him, and no one dared to speak of him again. Even worse, no one cares about him.

When he grew up in junior high school, he always had a vicious look. In addition to his rapid growth, many people were afraid of him. They knew that he was fierce, and he was still a little hooligan who didn't like to study. Because of this, he made many "like-minded" friends. The good ones didn't arrive, and I learned a lot of social atmosphere.

To this day, he always thinks that study and money are things he should not and cannot have, because they will make him have no friends, and he hates being alone.

Fu Yizhen suddenly thought that Han Yu could only score more than 80 points in the test, and asked in confusion: "Why are you always the last one in the test?" What is the reason for Han Yu?

"Are you full?" Han Yu said.

Fu Yizhen nodded, and Han Yu handed the tissue to him, and when he took it, he said calmly: "There is a reason, I don't like it, I don't love it, I don't know."

Fu Yizhen wiped off the debris from the corner of his mouth, and asked him, "Do you have any friends?"

"There must be," Han Yu said, "It's all the ones I saw you last time."

Fu Yizheng thought for a while, and said seriously: "Friends who don't need to rely on fights and interests to protect, have to be sincere, and they are all on your side, do you have any?"

Suddenly, Han Yu couldn't answer his question, and pondered, "Yes."

"Oh," Fu Yizhang paused, and said, "I haven't."

Han Yu looked down at him, grabbed Pikachu's ears on his hat, and tugged, "Okay, you're so annoying, what's the point of saying this, just be happy."

Fu Yizhen let go of his hand and muttered, "Don't pull your ears."

Han Yu withdrew his hand, sneered and said, "You are so big, and you are so cute in this dress."

"I'm cold," Fu Yizhang said, "I feel cold after sitting still for a long time."

That's true, his eyes can't wander around, Han Yu asked: "When will your dad come back, I have to go home, this place is quite far from my house." The implication is that I should go, otherwise I won't be able to go back went.

Fu Yizheng said: "He won't come back."

Han Yu thought: "Aren't you coming back, are you alone?" As he spoke, he turned his head, and the screen window on the balcony in the distance was scraping... It was a bit deserted.

"Well, I won't come back," Fu Yizhen gently pushed him beside him, "Take me to the bedroom, I'm going to wash up." He just ate greasy food and he didn't feel well.

"Going to sleep?" Han Yu asked.

Fu Yizhen: "Wait a while."

Han Yu helped Fu Yizhang to the bedroom. The bathroom was connected to the bathroom. Han Yu took Fu Yizhang by the arm and made him stand in front of the sink, squeezed toothpaste for him, fetched water, and handed them to him.

Fu Yizheng brushed his teeth so that his mouth was full of bubbles, some even rubbed on his face, and when he washed his face, he made water splash everywhere.

His face was almost in the washbasin, he bowed his back, and Pikachu's ears were sliding... As he was about to hang down, Han Yu grabbed the tips of his ears with both hands and lifted them up.

"Why do you keep pulling my ears?" Fu Yizhen turned his face slightly, closed his eyes and said, "Is it fun?"

Han Yu slapped him lightly on the head, and scolded him, "I'm going to fall into the water, and it will leak electricity if it gets wet. Haven't you learned physics?"

Fu Yizheng straightened up, turned his head to face him, and said with a smile, "Did the electricity hit you?"

The warm yellow and soft light of the wall lamp shone obliquely on the wet face, and the raised hair was wet, and the black pupils stared at him, and it didn't look like he was looking at him. To describe it affectionately, it didn't bother him. Pass.

Han Yu was slightly startled, realizing that Fu Yizheng couldn't see him, so he began to look into Fu Yizheng's eyes unscrupulously, and forgot to answer for a while.

Fu Yizhen stretched out his hand and cupped his face accurately, his palm was moist and warm.Han Yu's eyes widened and he lowered his eyes, a layer of mist was created in front of his eyes by the moisture brought over by Fu Yizheng.

He subconsciously swallowed his throat, sliding his throat, maintaining the raised posture, and grabbing the twisted Pikachu's ears.

Fu Yizheng moved his fingertips, pressed his face lightly twice, opened and closed his thin lips, and said with a chuckle: "There is electricity, are you stupid?"

When Han Yu heard the sound, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she blinked, let go of her hand, grabbed the towel from the shelf and handed it to him, and said in a serious way, "If you tease me again, I'll really slap you, it's boring."

Fu Yizheng covered his face with a towel and wiped water, and his voice came out muffled: "If you slap me, I'll slap you."

"Unconscionable," Han Yu raised his hand indifferently, wiped off the water stains on his face with his school uniform, and said, "We are enemies, and I can come to see you because I don't mind the past, do you understand contentment?"

"Oh~" Fu Yizhen took off the towel and said meaningfully: "I don't understand, I'm not satisfied, I want more of everything."

Han Yu: "..." We can't continue talking.

It was late at night, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room lit up with colorful floating lights, embellishing the dark night sky with a ribbon from light to dark.

"I'm really going back." In the living room, Han Yu sat on the sofa with Fu Yizhen at a distance of one person, looked away from the window, and thought, "Go to bed quickly."

"Okay," Fu Yizheng said with a smile, "You can come to see me after school tomorrow, come to my house."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Han Yu didn't agree immediately, but got up and looked at him again, "I'm leaving."

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, followed by the sound of closing the door, Fu Yizheng's expression darkened. After sitting for a long time, he took out his cell phone and made a voice call back home.

When the butler came back, he brought the table he mentioned. The butler has been in Yi's house since Yi Heng.After setting the table, seeing that the young master was silent, he asked aloud, "Master, do you want to rest?"

Fu Yizheng leaned on the arm of the sofa, propped his head up for sleep, and said slowly: "It's too cold, I can't sleep, you come out with me, find a hotel nearby."

Housekeeper: "...Okay." They've all moved away, it must be cold.

In the nearby five-star hotel, the butler led him into the room, and Fu Yizheng went to bed, lay down flat, and looked up at the top of his head with his eyes open.

The heater in the room rang softly in his ears, he thought for a while, and said again: "Grandpa housekeeper, please turn on the TV and play cartoons for me, just... there must be dialogues with characters."

The butler turned on the TV and played the animation channel for him to listen to. After listening to it, Fu Yizhen felt that they were all similar, very naive, and said, "It's ok."

The housekeeper: "Call me when you wake up tomorrow morning, I'll be back." Then he put down the remote control and closed the door and went out.

Fu Yizheng listened to the childish conversation, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his hearing became weaker and weaker, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

When Han Yu returned home, it was past eleven and he had to go to school tomorrow morning. After a quick wash, he went back to bed and lay down.

With a "click", he turned off the last lamp by the bedside, and the room was instantly plunged into endless darkness.

He tossed and turned, couldn't fall asleep, got up in the dark to drink water, went back to lie down after drinking, and couldn't control his thoughts.

Why no friends?

Everyone will have friends.

Fu Yizhen didn't have a mother, and his father didn't have time to take care of him. Thinking of him lying alone in a cold and drafty room, Han Yu felt quite pitiful.

However, what he can do, he can't figure out his own affairs.Han Yuanchuan is also very busy, often has no time, and also has no time to care about him.

Han Yuanchuan is too focused on his work. It has been five years since he was in junior high school, and Han Yu sees him less and less.If it weren't for this, his mother wouldn't have left him because she lost too much blood and passed out at home for a long time when she was in elementary school.

He doesn't hate Han Yuanchuan, he knows that is his only relative, and he is not qualified.But he hates people who care about his studies, who see what he is needing.

As it is now, Han Yuanchuan still doesn't know that his son is different from other boys.

What he needs is someone who, as Fu Yizhang said, is on his side no matter what, who really wants to understand him and understand him.

the last one?

He didn't think it mattered.

No one can help him with his studies except himself.

He doesn't like to learn, and feels that he can do many things, not just learning.

In fact, sometimes he is also very confused and doesn't know what he wants. It seems that as long as he has an identity, he is just like going to school. If he is a student, then he can continue to do those irrelevant things under the identity of a student. It depends on the heart.

Han Yu thought about it, sighed softly, gave a low fuck, and laughed again.

I was influenced by what Fu Yizhang said tonight, and I thought a little too much.

He hinted to himself that in the future, don't let go of your thoughts at night, and if you continue to follow his train of thought, you may be terminally ill tomorrow, or where you will bury yourself, it has been planned in advance.

Han Yu shook his head, threw out all the thoughts that flooded into his mind, and prepared to sleep.