two sons three fathers

Chen Feng stopped, gritted his teeth and called names one by one, "Fu Yizheng, Huan, Houyan, Xiao Gumo, Ji Sining and Ye Lili..."

Ye Lili is Zheng Xiong's deskmate.

Originally, I was doing self-study in the evening, and the discipline in the classroom was relatively loose.Chen Feng just happened to be on a whim, and transferred to the third shift, ready to catch couples.

It turns out that many students in class three are in love.

When he went, he caught everyone who was flirting with each other.

After Chen Feng counted three pairs, it was Han Yu's turn.

Looking at the rest of the two, his expression was rather complicated. He raised his hand, hanging above Han Yu's head, and suddenly turned to hit Zheng Xiong on the head.

"I saw something wrong with you two earlier." Chen Feng said to Zheng Xiong, spouting, "Is it because of Han Yu that I have to transfer to the third class?"

"I asked Brother Yu a question," Zheng Xiong explained, rubbing his head.

Chen Feng hit him again, and said: "Then you were sitting together just now, chattering, thinking I couldn't see it?"

Zheng Xiong himself couldn't see it.

"No talk, Brother Yu, Brother Yu!" Chen Feng poked his forehead with his fat fingers, "It's very affectionate, and the semester started?"

Han Yu said, "We didn't talk about it."

"I didn't ask questions, so don't interrupt." Chen Feng gave Han Yu a cold look.

Han Yu was a good example of a good student in his heart, Chen Feng endured it and didn't hit him.

This matter probably has something to do with Zheng Xiong.

"You couples broke up immediately, and each person handed in a [-]-word self-criticism. Let me find out again, and you all go to the rostrum."

"Han Yu and Zheng Xiong stayed, I have to straighten you two."

Seeing those people staring at each other, not wanting to leave, Chen Feng glanced over and said angrily, "Should the parents invite you?"

Gu Mo hurriedly grabbed Fu Yizheng's arm and walked out, but he didn't catch the real master, and even went up to kill him.

As soon as Chen Feng and the others finished walking, they went to close the door, turned around and brought Han Yu under the window glass, and asked him in a low voice, "Is Zheng Xiong pestering you?"

"Director," Han Yu said helplessly, "do you think I resemble him?"

Chen Feng glanced at Han Yu's face, he was a little handsome, compared with Zheng Xiong's skin, one was white and the other was rough.

Han Yu is a bit delicate.

Chen Feng doubted himself, and asked again: "Are you really not interested in him?"

Han Yu said with certainty: "Not at all. I just taught him to learn. He didn't want to learn, so I moved my hands slightly, and then I was caught by you."

Did you catch the wrong person?

Chen Feng nodded thoughtfully, patted him on the shoulder in relief, and said, "It's the third year of high school now, so don't relax your studies, you must put your studies first, you go back first."

"Director, I know." Han Yu nodded affirmatively.

Zheng Xiongchu thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out how two men fall in love?

Seeing Brother Yu closing the door and leaving, he looked back at the director behind him.

Chen Feng snorted coldly: "I will invite your parents here tomorrow, even if there is a sign, I think you are tired of work."

Zheng Xiong is not in love, what is he afraid of.

The next day, his mother came to school.When I heard that he was in love, I was happy and a little unhappy at the same time.

Happily, Zheng Xiong is short and fat, and it is a miracle to have a girlfriend.

What is not happy is that I am afraid that it will affect the performance that has just been improved.

Hearing what the director said, I was a little happy when I saw the student on the display board downstairs.

After being reprimanded with a cold face in the office, he started laughing as soon as he left the office door, "Son, well done."

Zheng Xiong scratched his head strangely.

Zheng Xiong's family sells fruit, his mother's wrinkled face is full of smiles, and she is still wearing a red apron from "Zheng's Fruit Industry". She holds his hand and asks, "Where is your class?"

"You go back first, we have class later." Zheng Xiong said.

Zheng's mother didn't say anything when she saw him, she went to a classmate passing by in the corridor and asked, "Hello, classmate, where is Class Three?"

The student who was questioned pointed to the end of the corridor and said, "Auntie, go straight, the last room is there."

Mama Zheng thanked the person, and ran to the door in three steps at a time. When she reached the door, she asked in a loud voice, "Excuse me, is Han Yu there?"

She walked fast, and the bangs on her forehead were messed up by the wind.

Everyone's eyes turned to her for an instant, and then turned to look at Han Yu.

Han Yu stood up suspiciously, looked at the person wearing an apron outside the door, and asked in confusion, "I am, are you?"

Mama Zheng walked down with a smile, took his hand, narrowed her eyes with the traces of time, looked him up and down, and said a little excitedly: "I saw you on the sign downstairs, the real person is better than the photo It feels more energetic, which is good."

She said, touching down along Han Yu's shoulder.

Zheng's mother quickly looked up, looked into his eyes, and said with a smile: "But you should wear less colored contact lenses."

Han Yu blinked his gray eyes, a little dazed.

Zheng Xiong ran in panting, pulled his mother away first, and gasped, "Mom, what are you doing!"

Zheng's mother ignored him, and only focused on talking to Han Yu, saying: "It's because of you that Zheng Xiong became better. I know that Zheng Xiong often mentioned you in my second year of high school, calling you Brother Yu, right?"

"Auntie's fruit seller, if you want to eat anything, just tell Zheng Xiong and ask him to bring it to you."

"By the way, your uncle just bought a batch of longan yesterday, and let Zheng Xiong bring a box over tomorrow."

"Mom," Zheng Xiong covered her mouth and said, "What are you talking about? Brother Yu, it's not what you think."

"Don't be noisy," Zheng's mother hit him, gave him a hateful look, and said, "It's good if someone wants it, you shut up."

Zheng Xiong dragged his mother backwards, and said as he walked, "Go back first, and I'll explain to you tonight."

The two disappeared at the door, and a voice quickly came from the corridor, "Auntie will come to see you some other day~"

In the classroom, bursts of laughter erupted instantly.

When Fu Yizhen came back from the bathroom, he saw Han Yu standing there with a bad face, and everyone fell forward and laughed.

What are you laughing at?

He went down and pulled Han Yu to sit down, and asked, "Why are you unhappy? Why are they laughing?"

Gu Mo smiled, turned his head, and explained to him: "His mother-in-law came to see him and asked Zheng Xiong to bring fruit to Xiao Yu'er to replenish her body."

The next second, the laughter that had just stopped in the classroom rang out again.Although they all knew it was a joke, it seemed very funny to make the two of them a couple.

Zheng Xiong!

Fu Yizhen slandered: Brother Yu is obviously his.

Han Yu didn't take it seriously, but Zheng Xiong's mother came here suddenly, and he didn't realize it.How could he and Zheng Xiong fall in love?

Afraid that the relationship would affect the students' studies, in the office, Chen Feng took out the student registration information booklet, found out Han Yu's class, and called the parents of the students one by one to let them pay attention to the situation of their children.

When he got to Han Yu's column, Chen Feng took two phone calls before connecting, and said, "Hi, Han Yu's parents, right? I'm the dean of Shangyang Middle School, Chen Feng."

Han Yuanchuan said "hmm" and asked, "Did Han Yu make a mistake at school?"

"That's not true, it's just that he's in puberty, and his view of love may be a bit off." Chen Feng said directly.

"Is he in love?" Han Yuanchuan's tone was serious.

"Not yet," Chen Feng reminded: "However, he is very close to the boys in the class, and his behavior is also somewhat intimate. Do you understand what I mean?"

Han Yuanchuan paused for a long time and said, "Good director, I will pay attention."

Chen Feng said "hmm" twice, praised Han Yu for his serious study, and hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Han Yuanchuan put down his phone, got up from the computer and stretched his sore neck. Looking at the data on the computer, he remembered something.

His daughter is six years old and has two months to go to elementary school, but the household registration is still with his wife.

Han Yuanchuan has always wanted to bring his daughter's household registration to Fengcheng so that she can receive a better education.

But once registered, Han Yu will definitely find out sooner or later.

At that time, his affairs could not be hidden.

Han Yu is now in his third year of high school, and his grades have also improved. Han Yuanchuan still feels that it is not wise to pick this bone and tell him clearly.

Han Yuanchuan walked to the window sill and called Han Yu, who answered quickly.

Han Yuanchuan said: "Come back this weekend, I'll discuss something with you."

"Dad, are you at home on weekends?" Han Yu asked uncertainly.

Han Yuanchuan thought for a while and said, "How is your study recently?"

"I got the top [-] in the exam," Han Yu said.

Han Yuanchuan frowned, his serious expression froze.

After a long while, he said, "Well, try your best."

On the other end of the phone, Han Yu asked, "What do you eat, I'll buy it home."

Han Yuanchuan refused and said, "No, I'll buy it back."

On Saturday night, Han Yu rushed home after school, looking at the silver metal door in front of him, he had the illusion of interlacing time and time.

He took out a key that had not been used for a long time, inserted it into the lock, and twisted it hard, and the door opened with a sound.

"Brother~"

The elder brother who heard a crisp sound from inside the door, Han Yu lowered his head and saw the girl who was a little above his knee.

The girl raised her head, a pair of round black eyes seemed to be embedded in her eye sockets, and her expression was a little flinched, obviously recognizing life.

But she carefully stretched out her chubby hand to pull his trouser leg.

"Brother~" she called again.

After waiting for a while, it is possible that Han Yu ignored her and shrank behind the door to hide.

"B~" she popped out a monosyllable.

"Uncle," Han Yun called out with unsteady voice, "Uncle, brother is back."

"Tell brother to come in." Han Yuanchuan's voice came from the depths of the house.

Han Yu stood outside the door, wondering if the woman had come, he suddenly felt a little redundant.

With him around, Han Yun didn't even dare to call her father.

When Han Yu was in a daze, Han Yun came out, grabbed the crack of the door, raised her eyes, moved her mouth, and called softly, "Brother..."

Han Yu knelt down and looked at her, "Are you and your uncle at home? What's your name?"

"Well, rhyme."

Han Yu lowered his voice and asked, "What's your last name?"

"Han~" She seemed a little afraid to say it.

"Is your dad the one inside?"

Han Yun listened to her father, she couldn't call her father here, and she couldn't make her brother angry. She bit her lower lip with her fine teeth, and shook her head with her round cheeks.

Han Yu looked up into the back room. His father was in the kitchen and probably wouldn't come out for a while.

Han Yu said, "Is your mother not here?"

Knowing that this sentence can be said, Han Yun frowned and said, "Uncle won't let mother come, saying that he is afraid that brother will be angry."

"What about your father?"

Han Yun shook her head, with two croissant braids tied on top of her head, and the two braids swayed from side to side as she shook her head.

Han Yu smiled lightly, and whispered to her, "Is it because uncle won't let me talk?"

Han Yun glanced at him and nodded obediently.

"Who am I?" Han Yu continued to ask.

Han Yun: "Brother~"

Han Yu said: "Then answer what my brother asks you."

Han Yun nodded again.What Han Yu asked, she answered most of them.

Han Yu knew that she was six years old. She used to live in the city next door. She had been here for two days. The uncle told her that she could live here in the future. There was a brother here, and her mother would also come here in the future.

"Han Yu?" The voice passed through the living room, and Han Yuanchuan called him again.