two sons three fathers

Han Yu laughed by himself, he was really convinced, he couldn't laugh or cry, what could he do?

I am used to it.

Fu Yizheng rolled his eyes, thought of something, and fumbled for his pockets. Fortunately, the things were still there, otherwise this trip would have been in vain.

"My quilt is still confiscated!"

Han Yu looked serious.

His quilt was hanging out all night, and in a winter day, there was only a moment of sunshine in the afternoon.Only then did he remember that he must have been exposed to dew.

It's all so hot.

He raised his head, looked at the liquid slowly dripping from the infusion sac, raised his eyes again, looked at the half bottle of nutrient solution, and frowned, "Can I drink this directly, I'm in a hurry."

Hearing the sound, Fu Yizhen smiled and said, "In theory, there is no problem. It's just some amino acids, vitamins, fats, sugars, etc., which are combined ingredients, but if other things are added, I don't know."

"Forget it," Han Yu quickly compromised, saying, "I'm still young."

The clock on the opposite wall was moving, and the hour hand pointed to eleven, he thought, it would be fine to dry it in the afternoon before putting it away.

Fu Yixuan lowered his eyes, unable to see any emotion, but the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

The quilt was on a logistics vehicle at this time, and was being transported to Fu Yixuan's house.

"Why did it suddenly catch fire?" The classmate who woke up in the next bed chatted, and said in surprise, "I thought I was going to die. The smoke made my eyes hurt, and my throat felt like a grill was on fire."

"I don't know who stepped on my foot," another person said, "Oh, my leg still hurts now."

The people on the other beds also joined the chatting team, chatting up and down.

One of the boys lowered his voice mysteriously, and said: "It is estimated that several teaching buildings will be burned down. It is so wicked, and I am not afraid of God's punishment. Anyone with a little conscience will not be able to do this."

"We're all dizzy." A questioning voice sounded, and said, "No one dares, who dares to set fire to the school?"

"Don't you believe it," the boy said in a lower voice, as if he had seen it with his own eyes: "I heard from the people in other classes who ran out first, saying that they saw someone sneaking around in the fog on the third floor of ours. mask," the man continued, "Isn't this premeditated murder, I didn't make it up."

Everyone was silent for a while.

"However, it just so happens that there is no class," the boy said again, "Two days off."

The group of people said uncertainly: "Two days off?!"

The boy said quite proudly: "Yes, you don't know?"

Everyone heard it and cheered.

"By the way, didn't you find out?" Someone said rationally, "We seem to have nothing at all?"

"It's not surprising at all," Fu Yizheng said lazily after hearing this, "Because it's not fire, but poisoning, but it doesn't look like poison at the moment, it looks like a drug."

"Drug?" Han Yu turned his face sideways, frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

"Sure," Fu Yizhang clasped Han Yu's palm with his fingertips, and said, "Smell it a bit. When I ran to the fourth floor and found you, I felt that something was wrong with me. I was about to take you downstairs, but I didn't leave before I left." fainted."

He said: "But I noticed it before I fainted. There is only white mist and no open flames around. After inhaling the smoke, I will feel unconscious."

When Han Yu heard this, he suddenly remembered that it was indeed full of white smoke, and he did not see the so-called open flame.

If it was a fire, they would have burned to death.

At a young age, he almost died in love.

Martyrdom?

They're not officially in love yet...

The window behind him was half open, letting in natural light. With the light behind him, Han Yu let go of Fu Yizhang's hand.

"Wow." He closed the hanging curtain of the bed.

The blue curtain encloses a space that only belongs to them.

Han Yu lay down comfortably, leaned his head on the pillow, and said, "Boss Fu?"

Hearing the long-lost address, Fu Yizheng asked suspiciously: "Brother Yu, call me?"

"I'm a ghost," Han Yu thought for a while, turned around, looked at those dark fox eyes, moved his lips, and said, "Hey, what kind of boy do you like?"

Fu Yizhen raised his eyebrows slightly, and followed his example, lying down on the pillow, looking at the white ceiling.

Han Yu's face appeared there.

He smiled and said: "About 180, short black hair, black eyebrows. Gray pupils with blue circles, like elves. The nose bone should be delicate, and the mouth should be smaller, a little pouty, cute."

"The jawbone is moderate, the chin should not be too pointed, the chest should be a little bit, the abs should be six pack, and the buttocks should be a bit up."

"It's better to be like me, wearing a size 42 shoe. And... like to eat candy."

After Han Yu listened quietly, he smiled and said, "Are you asking for a lot? Unlike me, I just need...his name is Fu Yizhang."

Fu Yizheng chuckled, and replied: "To condense it, as long as his surname is Han and his first name is Yu, that's fine."

They looked at each other through a ray of sunlight, until they looked deep into the other's eyes, and the curved surface of the pupils reflected themselves.

Fu Yizheng smiled, and said, "Brother Yu, are you with me?"

Han Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Boss Fu, do you want to have a relationship?"

Sound at the same time.

Han Yu: "Okay."

Fu Yizhen: "Yes."

The two answered at the same time, and silently silenced together.

The atmosphere gradually became weird.

After a while, Han Yu said slowly, "What do you do for a day when you're in love?"

Fu Yizheng said frankly: "Do what you love, no matter what."

Han Yu asked, "For example?"

Fu Yizheng smiled and replied, "For example, let's kiss first to ease the awkward and overwhelmed atmosphere."

Come on.

Fu Yizhen reached out and pulled out the needle in his hand, stepped over to Han Yu's bed, and sat down on his hip.

The bed board creaked.

Han Yu also tore off his obtrusive thread, threw it aside somewhere, put his arms around his tight waist, raised his eyes and smiled, "It's so heavy, the bed is crushed by you."

The two of them add up to nearly three hundred catties, and the bed boards in the school are very fragile, and they can't help tossing vigorously.

"Quick kiss," Fu Yizhang said as if cheating, "Someone will come soon."

There are people all around, their voices will be louder and quieter for a while, but they are separated by a curtain.

"What's the movement?" The boy next door sat up and asked when he heard a noise.

I heard the neighbor sitting up and asking questions in their direction.

"What's ringing?"

"Do you need help?"

"Brother Yu," Fu Yizhang clung to Han Yu's ear, his voice wrapped in air, "Someone is coming to help, hold you down for me."

Han Yu said with a sneer, "Go down, I'll kiss you all."

Fu Yizhen leaned down and rubbed his lips against Han Yu's, but he refused to kiss him. He got up slowly when he heard Han Yu swallowing his saliva, and said, "Continue next time. Your kissing skills are not very good, you need to practice more, it hurts my mouth from kissing."

Han Yu wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "It's better than your dog gnawing."

Fu Yizhen raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I will practice with you every day."

"No need," Han Yu raised his voice and said to the neighbor next door, and the neighbor answered, he shook his head and said to Fu Yizheng, "If you don't go down, it will really collapse in a while."

Fu Yizheng just got out of bed, before he walked back to his own bed, a call of worship and uncertainty made him stop in his tracks.

He turned his head to look at the end of the bed, where the curtains did not cover the tight gap.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu?"

Zheng Xiong walked over with his head, saw Han Yu, and at the same time saw the boys in the same class as Brother Yu.At this time, the boy put on a fierce look and was looking at him coldly.

Zheng Xiong, Yu Guangjun, the boy, carefully motioned to Han Yu, and said, "Brother Yu, are you here too?"

Han Yu leaned back on the pillow and glanced at Zheng Xiong who was standing at the end of the bed holding the infusion pole, his expression was surprised and puzzled, and he was a little excited to meet an old friend.

He simply said, "Well, are you coming too?"

In fact, he knew that Zheng Xiong was here, because just now this guy was analyzing which wicked person set the fire.

"I'm dizzy," Zheng Xiong said truthfully, "I just woke up not long ago. Brother Yu, didn't you run out?"

He felt that anyone could lie down, but it couldn't be Brother Yu. Whoever Brother Yu was, he was never soft in fights, and it was not a problem to single out three or five.

It doesn't make sense, the girls all ran out...

Han Yu took a look and knew what he was planning, so he took the initiative to answer the question: "Fall asleep in class."

Zheng Xiong hurriedly nodded and echoed: "Me too, me too. I just got up from the table and passed out before lifting my legs. When I woke up, I went to the infirmary."

Fu Yizheng was left alone by the two for a long time, raised his jaw and looked down at the boy in displeasure, and said with a heavy face, "When will you go back, it's hindering me."

Zheng Xiong still wanted to say, but when he heard this, he shut his mouth and gave Brother Yu a look of asking for help.

Han Yu also didn't want to reminisce about the past, and said, "You go back first."

Zheng Xiong took a quick look at Fu Yizhen, nodded to Han Yu, and left with the infusion pole.

"Brother Yu?" Fu Yizheng muttered while sitting on the bedside, and said angrily, "Why should he call you Brother Yu, I won't call you anymore!"

Han Yu snorted and said, "Childish, don't they call it that all the time?"

"I'll be the one later," Fu Yizheng muttered, "You will call me dear from now on."

Han Yu ignored it.

Fu Yizheng sat sideways, still gasping for breath, and after seeing that Han Yu really didn't intend to talk to him, he started talking to himself again: "I call you little baby, little sweetheart, or Hani, in short, you have to be unique. "

"Don't be disgusting," Han Yu said helplessly, "These bad street names don't seem unique at all."

Not unique?

Fu Yizheng thought about it by himself again.

wife?Not nice.

Honey?It's actually okay, but he wants to change it.

Little cutie, little sweetheart, baby, where's the little baby?

Han Yu would definitely feel sick too.

He couldn't figure it out, so he took out his phone and looked it up online.

After searching for a long time, it was almost the same as what he had just thought, nothing new.

He put down his phone, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, recalling what his mother called his father?

Usually, it's called Big Baby, Husband.

This will not work!He is the husband.

Occasionally, called something old.

No, Han Yu is not old.

Could it be... a small thing?

It seems, a little cordial, to be determined first.

There are also Yi Heng, Boss Yi, Director Yi, Father Yi...there are too many of them, and they don't sound good.

Han Yu's father?

He is called Father Yu, and Han Yu thinks he is old.

what is it called...

"Don't think about it," Han Yu watched him look at the phone for a while, look at the wall for a while, wink and wink for a while, and said amusedly: "It's just a name, call it whatever you like."

"Yes." Fu Yizhen happened to think of one, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Brother Yu?"

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, "Foolish brother~"

Almost swear on blood.

Seeing that he was still very satisfied, Han Yu smiled and slumped on the bed, pounding the bed board, "hahaha" a few times.

Only Fu Yizheng could come up with this silly title.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yizheng said with great interest, "Does it sound good?"

Han Yu laughed enough, sat up cross-legged and said, "It sounds good!"

Fu Yizheng proudly said: "That's how I'll be called from now on. When there's no one around, you call me dear, do you know?"

"Yes, yes," Han Yu nodded with a suppressed smile, cupped his hands and said, "Young brother is right."

Fu Yixuan ran to Han Yu's bed again, bent his knees and sat on him, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yu, call me dear~"

Han Yu grabbed the sharp chin, pulled it down a bit, squeezed it, and looked down at the speaking lips, "You want to hear it so much?"

Fu Yizheng didn't speak, but stretched out his hand.Han Yu pressed the paws on his waist and said, "Be honest."

"What if I don't?" Fu Yizheng said provocatively.

"Hi, Director Chen."

"Hi, Director Chen."

"Hello, head teacher."

"Hello, head teacher."

The director next door came in with a group of footsteps, and stopped not far away.

"It's all right," said the school doctor's voice, "I'm all awake now."

"Is there any other discomfort?" The voice of the female teacher should be the head teacher, "Get out of bed if you have nothing to do, take a walk."

"Look at your physical fitness," the dean said, "the girls next door are not as many as you, and they don't usually exercise. Their physical fitness is so poor."

"It's not that there are too few physical education classes," a voice of justice got smaller and smaller, "it's still occupied..."

"It's already the third year of high school," the dean said displeased, "You still want to go to sports?"

"What are the two beds at the back covered up for?" The dean noticed something, footsteps came towards them, and approached them: "Wake up and still lie down!"

Han Yu pinched Fu Yizheng's waist, while Fu Yizheng pressed Han Yu's shoulders, pressing him against the bed, restraining him from moving.

"Release!" Han Yu's face darkened, and his voice was extremely low.

The dull footsteps approached.