two sons three fathers

Layers of floor-to-ceiling curtains cover the lights outside the window, only a thin layer of light penetrates into the room, and the room is hazy.

Fu Yizheng groped into bed, lay down against the warm person, stretched out his hand, put his wrist on Han Yu's waist, and closed his eyes.

In the early morning, the hands of the wall clock "clicked", pointing to twelve o'clock, and then continued to move silently.

As if hearing the small sound, Fu Yizheng opened his sleepless eyes and listened to the slow breathing from his side. Han Yu's scorching air swept over his head, breathing evenly.

Fu Yizheng moved to one side, lay flat on his body, stared at the dark ceiling, his eyes were out of focus, and he didn't know what he wanted to see.

He couldn't sleep, and he couldn't calm down.

As time passed, he turned over and faced Han Yu, staring at the faintly discernible silhouette.

After a while, he lay flat, rolled over, and looked out the window again.

Under the wall of the window, there is a line of light, which is a little light and shadow outside.Floor-to-ceiling curtains cover the windows, and the various flowers, flower beds and green scenes outside the window during the day cannot be seen.

Fu Yizheng was in a trance, lifted the corner of the quilt, got up and got out of bed barefoot, stood on the edge of the bed for a while, walked to the end of the bed in thought, and then walked from the end to the head of the bed.

Walk back and forth.

Like a late night wraith.

Han Yu fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling the warm body temperature in the bed disappeared, he also woke up, stretched out his hand against the bed and stroked it twice.

What about people?

He opened his eyes, wanting to see where Fu Yizheng went?

After adapting to the light, he saw the dangling figure.

It was quite scary in the middle of the night, but fortunately he was fat.

He fixed his mind and wanted to see what Fu Yizhang was doing.

His eyes followed Fu Yizheng's figure, left to right, right to left, left, right, left... Feeling sleepy, he closed his eyes again.

After closing his eyes, the screeching sound of the cloth rubbing against each other continued for an unknown amount of time, and it didn't stop.

why are not you sleeping?

What about sleepwalking?

Han Yu couldn't fall asleep either, and slowly woke up.

When will this go?

Han Yu thought about opening his eyes, turned sideways to face the window, and said softly, "Yi Yan?"

Fu Yizheng obviously heard it, and responded, "Did I disturb you?"

Han Yu wouldn't even hear him if he walked like this all night, because he felt that no one around him woke up.

Han Yu said, "No, come here."

Fu Yizheng stood on the spot with the backlight, and blamed himself: "Am I particularly useless?"

"Come here." Han Yu propped up his upper body and stretched out his hand to him, his slow voice seemed to disturb him, "No, you didn't, come on."

Fu Yizheng walked towards him, reached out to hold his hand, and lay down on the bed.

Han Yu lifted the quilt and covered him.

With his back turned to him, Fu Yizheng said to himself: "They won't tell me anything, am I not trustworthy?"

I knew it was because of this, and I still cried like that tonight.

Han Yu felt distressed.

Han Yu pressed his chest against his back, squeezed his hands with both hands, and said softly: "They love you, and they are afraid that you will worry, so don't think about it yourself."

Fu Yizhen turned over, leaned his head down, and rested his head on his chest, "What about you? What do you think of me? Do you think I'm childish?"

This question deserves Han Yu's deep thinking.

A little pretentious, often suddenly going crazy, has a strange temper, speaks in a strange way, and always likes to ask why.

But Han Yu thought in his heart: My Yiyan, his eyes are as clear as water, his skin is lined with white jade, he is kind and treats him very well.

He's a good guy.

Of course, he wouldn't say either of these ideas.One is too greasy, and the other is that he really can't say it.

"Of course I love you too. I'm going to live in the dormitory with me these few days," Han Yu stroked his broad shoulders to his back, and said affectionately, "You are at home, uncle is not good at recuperating, he will be afraid that we will worry."

"I can smell the blood on his body, it's very pungent," Fu Yizheng said sullenly, "I feel uncomfortable, and it still hurts."

Han Yu kissed the top of his hair, "Don't think about it, uncle will be fine."

Fu Yizheng made up his mind and said, "I'll listen to you and live with you at school."

Han Yu pressed his chin against the top of his head and said softly, "Do you want to sleep?"

Fu Yixuan nodded, and hummed.

Han Yu closed his eyes and murmured, "Sleep, I'm asleep."

Fu Yizhen slid his head into the gap between Han Yu's body and the crook of his arms, and hugged him tightly, obsessively smelling his body, wanting more warmth.

If it weren't for Han Yu, he didn't know how he would spend the night, no matter what it was, he was destined to suffer.

Han Yu kept stroking his hair, and waited until the breathing in his arms gradually calmed down before relaxing his nerves and gradually falling asleep.

At five o'clock, the sky will be clear, but both of them woke up early.

Han Yu got out of bed first, put his hands under Fu Yizhang's armpits, and carried him out of bed.

After getting out of bed, Fu Yizhang hung on his body.

Han Yu picked up the person on his body face to face, lifted Fu Yizheng's long legs under his pajama pants, put his legs around his waist, one dragged his thighs to stabilize the two of them, and led him to the bathroom.

Fu Yiyan was sleepy and leaned on his side, not wanting to stand still but leaning against him.

Han Yu said, "Help me." After Fu Yizheng stood firmly against the sink, Han Yu let go.

He squeezed the toothpaste first, and then passed the water glass.

Seeing Fu Yizheng brushing his teeth with his eyes closed, holding the electric toothbrush in his mouth without moving, his chin was covered with bubbles.

Han Yu smiled.

In his heart, Fu Yizheng is a young friend who needs to be taken care of.

Fu Yizhen got up in the morning and kept leaning on Han Yu, not wanting to move, always muttering, "he is sleepy" for a while, "his eyes hurt" for a while, and "his hands are soft" for a while.

Han Yu helped put on his school uniform, and Han Yu helped pack his schoolbag.

So what did Fu Yizheng do by himself?

He ate breakfast by himself.

After breakfast and going to school, Han Yu stuffed another apple into his bag and told him to have it for lunch.

When they went out, Fu Yitang had already got up, and came to the hall to see them with loose yellow hair.After one night, his complexion was obviously much better.

Fu Yitang followed them out, sent them to the car, and gave each of them a good morning kiss.

Han Yu's cheeks were a little hot after being kissed, and he was extremely uncomfortable, so he didn't have anything to say, so he just followed Fu Yizhang into the back seat of the black BMW.Fu Yizheng is only allowed to use this car to send him off.

After Fu Yizhen sat down, he lowered the car window, turned around and said, "Mom, I'm living with Han Yu in the school dormitory these few days."

Fu Yitang looked at Han Yu with gentle eyes, "Okay, Yuyu, please take care of him."

He moved normally after getting stitches on his shoulder, and the wound was inevitably pulled. He took medicine last night, which temporarily stopped the bleeding.

Now that his son said he would live outside for a few days, he would still be with Han Yu, so Fu Yitang was naturally at ease.

It's just a few days to recuperate.

Han Yu nodded affirmatively, assuring in his heart that he would take over the job competently.

The car drove all the way from the villa to the school gate, the driver stopped, and the two got out of the car one after another. People who went to school in the morning flowed into the campus.

Shangyang's teachers are very efficient, all the papers have been approved, and the grade rankings of each grade have also been posted on the display column.

High one left column.

High school bar.

High school right column.

There is still a while before the class, and now the display board is full of students.

Some of the classmates who came out of the crowd were smiling, while others bowed their heads in frustration.

Liu Cheng squeezed out of the crowd, and when he looked up, he happened to see two people who were about to go upstairs.

"Yu'er, Yu'er," Liu Cheng called to stop the two who didn't like to join in the fun, and said excitedly, "You are 198th!" Fu Yizhang dared not say it.

"I'm counting down to 46, and I'm just a little bit closer." He mourned.

Most of them are girls, and they are tall, so they can see clearly from the outside.Han Yu and Fu Yixuan went to check the rankings.

There are 320 students in the second year of high school.

The 320th place, Fu Yizheng.Steady.

Han Yu, No. 198, is 208 places higher than Gu Mo, who is No. 10.

"Morning Brother Yu, please let me go," Zheng Xiong saw Brother Yu, squeezed in first, then squeezed out again, and shouted crisply, "Brother Yu, 198, 198! Congratulations."

Zheng Xiong kept talking: "I have always firmly believed that Brother Yu, you are capable!"

"198! Mathematics, let's just talk about the most difficult mathematics, the top 50 in the whole grade, can we not have our name?!"

"That must be!"

Although the test questions have changed, his brother Yu climbed from the bottom to the 198th by virtue of his strength.

What kind of concept is this?

What a god of learning, a master of learning, a comparison, it is simply weak.

Zheng Xiong was thinking about it, almost crying with joy.

He opened his small eyes, looked at Han Yu with stars in his eyes, and said boldly: "Brother Yu, I have to celebrate for you, this is a major event in life. Where are you going to eat at night? Boss, you too? " Said and looked at Fu Yizheng.

Fu Yizheng glanced at him, "No."

Han Yumin glanced at him, approached and pointed to the bottom ten position, and said calmly, "You are here, what are you celebrating? What is there to celebrate?"

Zheng Xiong: "..." Looking at Brother Yu's grades, he forgot about his own.

He really wanted to cry immediately, this ups and downs in life, mortals can't bear it.

Han Yu and Fu Yizhen left the two who wanted to cry, and walked straight to the third floor.

Fu Yizheng went upstairs and said, "Brother Yu, congratulations."

Han Yu frowned, unwilling to mention this matter again, and said: "Others don't know, don't you know?"

He wasn't happy in the slightest.

Fu Yizheng looked at Han Yu, listened to his tone, did not speak any more, and pursed his lips.

"I didn't talk about you," the look of pursing his lips fell into Han Yu's eyes as he was wronged, and he said softly, "I won't talk about this anymore."

Fu Yizheng also looked at him, "If you don't like it, I won't talk about it. I have no other meaning."

Han Yu smiled lightly and said, "I know."

Back in the classroom, Han Yu sat down in his seat, took out the stickers, and continued to write half of the exercises last time.

After writing an article, he put down the pen.

On the whole page, half of the handwriting was neat, and the other half was crooked.

Han Yu frowned, tore off the page, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can.

What the hell is this.

On Monday, flag raising and speeches are held as usual.

Unlike in the past, encouragement has turned into bitter criticism. The teaching director told the teachers of all grades and classes that this conversation must be strictly discussed, talking about the students' morality, style, grades, attitude...

Not one can be left behind.

For each student, the class teacher handed in a [-]-word summary, each subject teacher [-] words, and the student himself wrote [-] words.

Both classes have passed, and the lectures are not yet finished.

At ordinary times, one by one chatted early.

At this time, under the podium, white air exhaled in groups, drifting in the cold air, all the teachers and students lowered their eyes.No matter pretending, frightened, or impatient, all can only listen carefully.

On Nuoda's playground, there is only the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

The dean's horrific voice continued, and he kept his face sullen the whole time, "Self-study last Thursday and next night, [-]:[-], a certain class in the second year of high school! A certain male student, please consciously come to the Academic Affairs Office, what do you believe? You know better than anyone. The school has notified your parents."

"Also, in this exam, all the students who cheated, reselled, or participated in spreading the word, go to the office and confess." The dean said with eyebrows and eyes, and white mist continued to emerge with the voice: "Don't think that those little tricks you played ,no one knows."

"Disband in an orderly manner!"

That belated sound was not liberation, but a death sentence.