two sons three fathers

"Have you got a fever?" The driver glanced at the rear seat while driving, and deliberately said, "Not feeling well? Do you want to go to the hospital first?"

Fu Yizheng raised his eyes and met the driver's eyes. In a mirror, his dark pupils were fixed, as frightening as fake eyes.

The driver's eyes dodged, his body slowly moved to the center of the seat, his shoulders were covered, and he raised his hand to turn off the lights. He probably didn't think it was enough. After the car drove for a while, he played a song again.

The cabin was cramped and dark, and the music drowned out the sound of the engine.

Han Yu was still concentrating on his own affairs. After testing Fu Yizheng's forehead, he tried himself again. He asked puzzledly, "Almost...huh? What did you say?"

Fu Yizheng's voice was low, and Han Yu stretched his ears closer to hear it more clearly.

"Brother Yu." Fu Yizheng smiled.After smelling it for a long time, the smell was weak. When Han Yu approached, the seemingly absent smell entered his nose again.

Han Yu leaned back in his chair and smiled slightly: "Why are you barking several times a day, and you never tire of it?"

Fu Yizheng grabbed Han Yu's arm, pulled him back, rested his head on his upper arm, and said, "I'm sure."

Han Yu moved over a little and looked at the head resting on his shoulder. Fu Yixuan had two twitches. It seemed that his temper was not easy to provoke. He had experienced that hot temper himself.

However, Fu Yizheng is still very obedient when he is quiet, such as now.

Fu Yizheng would gently rub against him every few seconds, just like a small animal.

Han Yu couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth.

Why didn't I find this kid so clingy before, I only know that he owes a beating, he has been like this all the time, how cute.

The car body shook slightly, and Fu Yizheng's head was about to move forward. Han Yu put his hands around his back, clasped his shoulders with his palms, and held him in his arms, stabilizing the shaking.

Five-star hotel - Shenghao, under the three-story golden glass door, the driver stopped the car and lowered the volume of the music: "Hi, Shenghao is here, get off on the right."

Fu Yixuan opened his eyes, and the slow Han Yu straightened up in his arms, shaking his shoulders.

Han Yu came down first and opened the door for him.

Fu Yizheng walked down, habitually leaving first.

Han Yu thought he would close the door, but in the blink of an eye, he was already walking up the hotel steps.

Han Yu: "..." There are so many things to teach!

He closed the door and followed, thinking as he walked, he was actually quite curious about what kind of gift Fu Yizhang would bring when he invited him to the hotel, no matter what it was, he was happy, and he didn't want to stay at home at all.

Fu Yizhen lowered his head, walked slowly up the steps, walked through the hall of the Great Sage of Light with a calm expression, looked up at the clock on the wall, it was past eleven o'clock, and he went to the side passage to take the elevator.

In front of the elevator, Fu Yizhen put his hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly, and looked at the beating red numbers.

The elevator came down from the top, and the two entered the elevator. Fu Yizhang glanced at Han Yu.

The look in his eyes was the same as when he was in school. Han Yu didn't know what Fu Yizhang was observing, or if he didn't notice anything, he was simply sure that he was still by his side.

On the fifth floor, the entrance of the elevator is covered with a carpet, which leads to a long corridor that seems endless. The large embossed pillars in the walls on both sides emit warm and dazzling light, and the sound of soft music comes from nowhere.

Han Yu followed Fu Yizhang for two steps, and slowly tasted something different. He obviously came to get a gift, but he had the illusion that he and Fu Yizhang came to sleep in the same room.

The downstairs is luxurious, the upstairs is warm, and the surrounding decorations are extraordinary. If Han Yu is allowed to open a room here, he feels that his heart will definitely hurt.

The footsteps behind Fu Yizhen were far away. When he turned his head, he saw that he was slowly pacing and looking around in the distance. He stopped and waited for Han Yu, and when someone approached, he said, "In the front room, we are almost there."

Han Yu nodded and followed.

Fu Yizheng walked through a few more rooms, stopped in front of a door, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and swiped to open the smart door.

The pass line was bald and dim, and the big area was pitch black. Han Yu was blocked by Fu Yizhang, so he couldn't see clearly.

Fu Yizhao walked in and made way for Han Yu to see clearly.

Han Yu looked over Fu Yizheng and saw a layer of golden light floating from the ground.

When he stepped in, when the door closed, he couldn't remember, the light in his eyes came from the countless small light bulbs lit up on the ground, surrounded by a sugar mountain like a hillside.

All kinds of sugar, about a meter or so.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yizhang whispered softly not far from him, "Do you like the new gift?"

Han Yu had a sore throat and said, "You didn't come to class today, but you came here to do this?"

Fu Yizheng nodded with a smirk, and said in a harmonious voice, "Morning, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"I like it." Han Yu avoided his question and turned to look at him, "You gave it to me, I will definitely like it."

Fu Yizheng looked at him, "Just as long as you like it, Brother Yu, do you want to see the gift?"

Han Yu shook his head and said, "No, is there any cake? I want to eat cake, but I haven't had it for a long time."

"Yes," Fu Yizhen nodded hastily: "I bought three, one strawberry, one chocolate, and one black, what do you want to eat first?"

Han Yu lowered his eyes with a smile, sighed in his heart, looked at the ground and said, "I want to eat, I want to eat."

"Okay," Fu Yizhang walked to the back of the sugar mountain, took out the cakes one by one, and piled them up to the front, "Come here quickly, there is still time, I'll sing you the birthday song."

Han Yu approached and squatted down.Fu Yizheng took apart the cakes in front of him, and put thick candles in them.

Han Yu looked at the lighter he took out from nowhere, "Da", the flames shot out, and lit the candle.

"Do you smoke?" Han Yu asked suddenly.

Fu Yizheng pondered: "Occasionally, rarely."

Han Yu said, "Quit, I don't like the smell of cigarettes."

The swaying beams of bright red were reflected on the faces of the two, and the upper half of their faces were all in the dimming light.

Fu Yizheng said happily: "Make a wish, I'll start singing."

Han Yu leaned closer to the candle, and closed his eyes amidst Fu Yizhang's singing.

After a song was over, Fu Yizhang smiled and looked away from Han Yu's face, happily urging, "You can blow out the candles."

Han Yu opened his eyes and blew out the three candles in one breath. He stretched out his hand and said, "Forks."

Fu Yixuan emptied the half-burned candle, and gave Han Yu the bag containing the fork, plate and cutter.

Han Yu took it, tore open the packaging bag, took out a fork and held it up, "What should I eat first?"

He smiled and raised his head.

Fu Yizheng thought for two seconds, then said, "Strawberry."

"Okay," Han Yu inserted a knife and fork into the cake in the middle, dug out a piece, and handed it to Fu Yizhang's mouth, "Eat it."

Fu Yizheng looked at his face, looked down at the hands in front of him, stared at Han Yu's face under the light, and swallowed.

Han Yu laughed, raised the corners of his mouth and said, "If you don't eat it, I can eat it."

Fu Yizheng opened his mouth and took a mouthful of strawberry-flavored cream.

Han Yu took back the fork, looked down at the cream that hadn't been eaten by the knife and fork, dug another piece, and put it in his mouth. The sweetness of strawberries and cream spread on the tip of his tongue, and his mood seemed to improve a lot.

After taking a bite, he licked his lips with aftertaste, dug out a piece, and asked, "Do you want more?"

"Yes." Fu Yizheng sat over and sat side by side with him, waiting for Han Yu to feed him.

When Han Yu took a bite, he would feed him.

"My mouth is dirty," Fu Yizheng ate until the corners of his mouth were covered. Han Yu wiped him with his thumb, and said with a sneer, "Idiot."

The corners of Fu Yizheng's mouth were pulled upwards, and he felt the tactility of the hand lines. He looked at Han Yu's downcast eyes, which seemed to be engraved in his eyes. That scene is still lingering for a long time.

"Brother Yu~" Hearing the dry voice and the vibration of the Adam's apple, Fu Yizheng said unsteadily, "Turn around."

Han Yu heard Fu Yizheng's swallowing sound, and looked up at the ground in front of him. The shadow's shoulders leaned against each other, his heart was surging, but his expression remained normal and he said, "Don't call me."

As long as he turned his head, Shadow's head would stick together, like he kissed Fu Yizheng.

Han Yu put down the knife and fork without turning his head, pondered, and said in a calm voice: "Han Yuanchuan is having an affair and has a child. I only have him, and he won't just be with me."

The shadow on the ground slowly turned his head. Han Yu raised his eyes to look at the dark wall in the distance, and said with his hands down, "I went home last week, and I heard that he and that woman have a child, about four years old."

Fu Yizheng called out to him, "Brother Yu?"

Han Yu turned a deaf ear and continued, "I won't go back in the future. If you want to know, I'll tell you. I don't want to stay in that house at all."

"He left again after dinner today. For that woman, am I not his son?"

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes as he spoke, mocking himself: "Is it ridiculous? After five years of hiding it from me, I still know. My mother left when I was young, and now my father belongs to someone else..."

"I think it's ridiculous," he said after a long pause, "but... what can I do?"

Fu Yizhen choked his throat and said softly: "Brother Yu, I..."

"Fu Yizheng," Han Yu looked up with clarity in his eyes, turned his head to look at Fu Yizheng, and said seriously: "People like me are very tired, and so are the people who are with me. It's rare that one day is happy." .”

"I'm not afraid of being tired, and it's not funny at all," Fu Yizheng said to him in a slow and soft tone, "There's nothing ridiculous about this, it's just fucking crazy."

That pair of foggy gray eyes, a little bit of sadness was still hidden in layers, and traces of it were exposed, which immediately dissipated the rippling and fragrant atmosphere.

Seeing Han Yu's soft smile, Fu Yizheng's heart tightened, his slashed thin lips parted slightly, and he said reproachfully, "I can't laugh at all, so don't laugh!"

Han Yu snorted at what he said, but he really smiled, shook his head and said, "You."

"What's wrong with me?" Fu Yizheng said incredulously, "He doesn't want you, but I want you, isn't that just my father? I'll be your father, and I will treat you like my own son."

Han Yu: "..." This kid can't speak, and his brain is twitching again.

"What the hell are you taking advantage of me? Whose father are you?" Han Yu said half annoyed and half angry, "It's almost as if I'm your father?"

"Father~" Fu Yizheng grinned happily, and said crisply: "Father Yu!"

"Shabi," Han Yu laughed angrily, "Aren't you stupid? No one rushes to recognize your father. I don't have a son like you, and I'm afraid I'll lose my life."

Fu Yizhen squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's okay, I have many fathers, I don't miss you."

Han Yu sneered: "... There is something wrong with your designation."

"No," Fu Yizheng worked up his appetite, and approached, "Come here, let me tell you a big secret... Do you want to hear it?"

The voice was wrapped in air, and Han Yu's ears were itchy, and he couldn't dodge it.Seeing that he didn't respond, Fu Yizheng said to himself, "Father, do you want to hear it?"

"Stupid, I don't want to," Han Yu twitched his lips slightly: "If you want to say it yourself, and don't call me dad, it sounds like I'm dozens of years old, and I just turned seventeen."

Fu Yizheng lazily said: "I want to eat cake, you feed me."

Han Yu smiled and said, "Anyone who says they want to hurt me has started to order me around, and you're also using your father like this?"

"My dad?" Fu Yizhang said: "I never order him, they just force me to eat."

they?

Han Yu sounded a little twisted.

That's what Han Yu said, turned around, picked a place with a lot of fruits, and dug a piece.

"Come on, open your mouth," Han Yu turned around and said, "Don't just eat it, it's mine, you understand what it means, eat it and say it quickly."