two sons three fathers

Han Yu had a panoramic view of the changes on Han Yuanchuan's face, and replied, "Okay."

He came out to the dining table to put down the dishes, and turned to the balcony.

Standing on the balcony, Han Yu stared into the distance through the anti-theft window, dazed for a moment.

He knew that Han Yuanchuan was pretending to have something in his heart. Was it Han Yuanchuan's lover who called that day or someone who was already together?These years, he thought that Han Yuanchuan was really busy, but it seemed that he was not all.

The curtains behind him were rolled up by the wind and made a rustling sound before Han Yu looked up at the clothes drying on the railing.Han Yuanchuan washed the clothes for him.

Han Yu sighed helplessly, picked up the clothes pole on the wall, and quickly put away the clothes.

He hugged his clothes, closed the French windows, and returned to the bedroom.

"It's time to eat." Han Yuanchuan shouted in the dining room.

Han Yu heard, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked to the dining room.

In the dining room, Han Yuanchuan didn't take off his apron, and was getting up to cook. After serving, the bowl was placed on the opposite side of the dining table.

Han Yu went over, half squatted behind Han Yuanchuan, and untied the belt of his apron while saying, "Dad, eat after you untie it."

When he got up, he hid a few white hairs in Han Yuanchuan's shiny black hair, which was not conspicuous.

Han Yuanchuan turned his head, watched him take the apron into the kitchen and hang it up, and said hello: "Come over and eat, how is school doing recently, why is your mouth blue?"

Han Yu came out of the kitchen: "It's the same as before, nothing happened, I just bumped into it myself."

Han Yuanchuan raised a pair of deep black pupils, glanced at him, and said to him, "Let's eat."

Han Yu opened the chair and sat down, picked up the bowl, took a bite, and chewed twice.

Before he could swallow, Han Yuanchuan's cell phone rang. Han Yu raised his eyes and stopped chewing.

The phone rang a few times before Han Yuanchuan took a look. The moment his eyes touched the screen, a trace of impatience flashed between his brows. He quickly pressed the button and put the phone back.

Han Yu swallowed the food in his mouth, and a bad feeling emerged in his heart. He intuitively had something to do with the person that day.

The light on the ceiling was cold and white, and the room was not very warm. The two of them did not speak, only the sound of the slight collision of dishes and chopsticks.

The abrupt ringtone interspersed again and continued, as if urgently urging the owner of the phone.

Han Yuanchuan took it out and pressed it again, and the ringing stopped.Han Yu confirmed his guess.

He put a piece of ribs in Han Yuanchuan's bowl, and said, "Dad, let's eat. I'll be busy with work later."

Han Yuanchuan smiled, and soon returned to his original appearance, picked up the ribs and said, "You eat by yourself."

However, the other party did not give up. When the third call came, Han Yu stretched out his head as if to look at the phone screen.Han Yuanchuan tilted his phone and avoided him naturally.

Han Yu still saw an unsaved number.

Han Yuanchuan still hung up this time, pressed the mute button, and looked up to explain, "New project, hurry up."

Han Yu forced a smile, pretending to be calm and said: "Then you take it, it may be urgent."

A message prompts, the phone screen lights up instantly, Han Yuanchuan blinked first, then stared straight at the screen, and stood up at once.

Han Yuanchuan's tone was a little anxious, and said: "Dad, I have to go out urgently! You eat it yourself, and the gift is in my room."

After Han Yuanchuan finished speaking, he quickly pushed away the stool, strode across the dining room, and went to the living room. He grabbed the coat that was on the wall, and before he could change his shoes, he quickly opened the door and answered the phone.

"How is it now!" Han Yuanchuan asked anxiously on the phone.

With a "bang", the door closed, and it was the sound of Han Yuanchuan running downstairs again.

Wearing cotton slippers, Han Yu followed to the living room. Standing in the middle of the hall with stiff hands hanging down, he heard the sound of the door slamming, as if echoing on his eardrums.

He stood blankly for a while, then lowered his eyes, turned and went back to the dining room.

He sat down at the dining table by himself, took a few mouthfuls of food, choked his throat, and swallowed half a bowl of rice.

After he was full, he began to put away the bowl as if nothing had happened.

Halfway through the receipt, Han Yu couldn't help the anger that surged up in his heart when he saw the intact pork ribs in Han Yuanchuan's bowl, picked up the bowl and smashed it to pieces.

He has had enough!

After the broken sound stopped, it was replaced by another sound, raindrops beating the windows.

Heavy rain is coming.

Just like Han Yu's mood, it became more and more intense, and the rain became heavier, pattering on the glass.

Han Yu went to Han Yuanchuan's room, turned on the light, found the gift on the desk, and took it back to his room.

The gift was a dark blue box, which contained the pen he wanted. He usually likes to practice calligraphy, and he especially likes to write with a pen.

Looking at the dull gray curved surface of the pen, Han Yu pulled the barrel from the mold, twirled his fingertips a few times, and suddenly clenched his teeth tightly, hesitating for a long time before throwing it out.

He put the pen back, closed the box, stuffed it casually into the cabinet under the computer desk, walked back to the bed, took the backpack by the bed, and dug out the chocolate box.

There were eight gold-leaf-wrapped pellets lying in the box. Han Yu confirmed it, picked one up, peeled off the gold foil, and put it in his mouth to relieve the bitter taste in his mouth.

The rain continued, the sound of pattering water, and the icy chill seemed to have spread into the room. Han Yu lay down but didn't know what he should do.

After a while, he sat up from the bed, turned off the light and went out.

He ran out of the house in the rain.

It was getting late outside, and no one saw him walking in the rain, nor would he.

He couldn't figure out how important it was for Han Yuanchuan to go out in the rain, why he couldn't wait!

After today, he will move out and never come back again, and that woman can live here in a fair manner.

The icy cold rain fell and hit Han Yu's whole body. His shoulders were drooping, and the hot and cold liquid rolled down from his eyes. He walked out of the community in the rain.

There was a beam of light on the security booth, and the security guard inside saw him in the school uniform and shouted, "Student, where are you going, quickly find a place to shelter from the rain!"

Han Yu followed the voice in a daze and turned his head. His face was covered with rain, and his whole body was already soaked. Through the rain curtain, he said softly, "Thank you."

Seeing his slow steps, the security guard said anxiously: "Come in here and hide for a while...why is there another one who doesn't listen to persuasion!"

Han Yu stopped talking and walked straight forward.

"Han Yu." A familiar voice was very soft, and he could distinguish it from the sound of rain.

The boy walked into his line of sight a few steps, holding a big black umbrella in his hand, but his whole body was drenched, his black hair fell back, revealing a smooth forehead, his eyebrows and eyelashes were constantly rolling down, and his lips were soaked in water of whitish.

Seeing that he should not answer, Fu Yizheng said again: "Brother Yu, come to me."

"Fu Yizhen." Han Yu raised his head, and exchanged a glance with those wet eyes, his expression as cold as frost showed a trace of anger: "What are you doing here? Who made you get wet!"

"I'll wait for you," Fu Yizheng said aggrievedly, "You will come to me tomorrow."

The tilted umbrella was pushed back by Han Yu, looking at the same drenched man with water dripping from his hair, Han Yu wiped the water off his face indiscriminately, and said angrily, "Shabi, what the hell are you doing?" Shabi, I need you to come to me!"

He said with his eyes hot, "Who told you to come, who told you to come here!"

"Myself," Fu Yizheng let the cold hands rub his face indiscriminately, and said dumbfoundedly, "I want to come see you."

Han Yu took the umbrella from Fu Yizheng's hand, touched his cold fingertips, and could not speak for a moment of reproach.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yizhang leaned against his shoulder, reached out his hand, touched his side hand, and looked at him sideways, "Happy birthday."

"At this time, it's still a ghost." Han Yu changed the umbrella to the other hand, walked around, held the cold hand in his hand, and said in a low voice: "I have a cold, I will kill you."

Fu Yizheng looked down at the back of Han Yu's bulging knuckles. Han Yu held his hand helplessly and pulled him forward. He smiled and asked, "Where are we going?"

Thinking of the pile of things in his home, Han Yu held Fu Yixuan's lifeless hand, and didn't care about so much, and pulled him back.

The sound of heavy rain on the top of the umbrella, the rushing water around the umbrella, under the umbrella, he and Han Yu walked side by side, and walked back to the four buildings.

Han Yu dragged Fu Yizhang to the corridor before letting go. He closed the umbrella and shook the water twice on the steps.

Han Yu glanced, turned sideways and said, "Take the elevator, you want to take a shower and change clothes."

Fu Yizhen hummed, and followed Han Yu two steps behind.Han Yu walked ahead, leaving a string of watery footprints on the floor.

Fu Yizheng sighed lightly, and didn't ask why Han Yu ran out. If he didn't come here by himself and saw it, where would he want to go?

Isn't today his birthday?Where did the family members go, and why no one kept him.

He wanted to wait until twelve o'clock, and then call Han Yu out and take him out. He bought gifts, but who knew it was raining, so he ran out to buy an umbrella and came back soaked.

Fortunately, he came back in time.

Thinking about it, Fu Yizhen took two steps forward, stopped in front of the elevator with Han Yu and waited for the elevator, then watched Han Yu reach out and press the sixth floor.

All of Han Yu's movements were natural, and he couldn't tell that he had been drenched in the rain for a long time. It seemed that all the loss, sadness, and helplessness on his face just now had disappeared.

Fu Yizheng stood behind him, staring at his back, leaning against him all the time, why he refused to say whether he couldn't let him be willful.

With a "ding", the sixth floor arrived, and the elevator doors opened from both sides.

Han Yu turned around and called him, "Go up first."

Fu Yixuan nodded.

On the sixth floor, the two got out of the elevator together.

Han Yu opened the door, took off his wet shoes, and stepped aside, "Come in first, I'll find you clothes."

"Okay." Fu Yizheng went in first and stood not far from the door.

Han Yu came in barefoot, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, turned the room temperature up a bit, put down the remote control, and went to the bedroom.

Fu Yizheng looked around as he walked, and the hall looked tens of square meters at a glance. Sofas, TVs, and coffee tables were all common furniture. Walking in, there were shelves, simple red lacquered wood.

He walked a few more steps in, just in time to see the dining table.

"Come here," Han Yu opened the door. He changed into a loose gray pajamas, and another set of wine red pajamas was draped over his arms. His hair was brushed and disheveled. He looked up at the water-stained road behind Fu Yizhang : "You go take a shower first."

Fu Yizheng really felt cold, so he walked over with a calm expression, took his clothes, and followed Han Yu into the bedroom.

Facing the frosted glass door in the corner, Han Yu said, "There, just take off your wet clothes at the sink."

Fu Yixuan looked along and saw that the door was short and narrow. He looked back at Han Yu before turning around and walking over.

There was a noise when the door was pushed open, and another bang when the door was closed.