two sons three fathers

"Here we come." Han Yu responded, stretched out his hand to pinch her round face, lowered his head, and said, "My brother asked you, you can't tell Dad, it's a little secret between us."

Han Yun smiled again with fine teeth, and for a moment couldn't tell who the "father" in his brother's mouth was.

She only knew that when she came, her mother said that she was afraid that her brother would bully her here, and told her to follow her father obediently, and not to talk nonsense.

She kept nodding at that time, for fear that she would not be able to come to Dad's house.For this reason, her mother put on new clothes for her.

In her brother's house, no one bullied her, they could chat together, and her brother didn't hate her.

After Han Yu entered the house, he strode across the living room and came to the kitchen.

At the kitchen door, looking through the open door, one can see Han Yuanchuan's broad back. He is wearing home clothes and is cooking in front of the stove. His arms are rising and falling, and he looks back at him.

Han Yuanchuan still didn't like to laugh, but just ordered: "Go and set the table, and serve the dishes later."

Han Yu nodded lightly, turned around and came out to the dining room separated by a wall.

In the dining room, Han Yu set up the chairs, looked down at Han Yun who had been following her around her feet, and always looked up at him, as if she wanted to get close to him.

Han Yu lowered his head and asked, "Do you want to sit down?"

"I can't reach it~" Han Yun glanced at the tall red lacquered stool and said timidly.

Han Yu held her arm, carried her to the stool and sat down, "Are you hungry?"

Han Yun shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry, I ate a biscuit." She patted her stomach.

Han Yu was about to go to the kitchen to serve food, and stroked her hair, "Come down and call brother, don't fall."

Han Yun nodded obediently, and said "hmm" in a nasal voice.

Han Yuanchuan stretched out his head from the kitchen, and asked his daughter with a smile, "Did you call me brother?"

"Yes." Han Yun swayed her two short legs leisurely.

Through a glass door, Han Yuanchuan could clearly hear the conversation in the hall next door. He suddenly felt content with such a pair of children.Although his son was a bit cold-tempered, he had a good disposition and didn't worry him much.

In the past ten years, he has not paid much attention to his son.

Ten years ago, faced with the sudden death of his loving wife, the unbearable blow made the originally cheerful Han Yuanchuan completely silent.

After that, work became his only sustenance. He thought he would continue to live in a dull and busy life, but under an impulse, he met his current lover and had a lovely daughter.

For his daughter, Han Yuanchuan was with her for the first time and spent a year with them. For his son, he felt that Han Yu would gradually have his own life.

Now that Han Yu is growing up day by day, he will be able to be independent sooner or later. He will have nothing to worry about after he will succeed in his studies, get married and have children.

Han Yuanchuan thought about it, his expression was a little dazed, he suddenly lowered his head and chuckled, heaved a sigh of relief, and shook his head.I'm really old, and I wish I could arrange everything in detail.

Looking at the back of Han Yu serving the dishes, Han Yuanchuan turned his head, glanced at the apron in front of him, took off the apron, and went out of the kitchen to the dining room.

Bright lights illuminated the dining room with a warm, floating glow.

Han Yuanchuan sat down.

He first picked up vegetables for Han Yun on the left, and then for Han Yu on the right, and said, "It's been a long time since I've eaten the dishes I made. The third year of high school uses a lot of brains, so nutrition needs to be kept up."

Han Yu raised his chopsticks and did not move. He glanced first at the food on the bowl, then at the speaker.Han Yuanchuan seemed to be getting old. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they hadn't been able to sit quietly and eat a meal like they are now.

Han Yu lowered his head, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and the light shone on the top of his black hair.

"Thank you, Dad." Han Yu said.

At the dining table, there was only the soft sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, and no one spoke for a while.

Only when Han Yun wanted something to eat would he ask his brother to give it to her.

With her saying a few words from time to time, the meal was quite harmonious.

Seeing that Han Yu had almost eaten, Han Yuanchuan said, "Your teacher called me."

Han Yu raised his head when he heard the sound, said "um", and waited for the next sentence.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Han Yuanchuan asked again: "Did you fall in love at school?"

Han Yu put down the bowl, looked at his father through the light, and didn't answer whether he had it or not.

Looking at each other, Han Yuanchuan frowned visibly.

After a while, Han Yuanchuan said, "You have to be measured in what you do. It will be eighteen in two months."

"Eighteen" is accented, as if reminding something.

"Dad," Han Yu put down his chopsticks and said, "Just treat me as eighteen."

Han Yuanchuan said to Han Yun: "Yun'er, go to uncle's room, there are toys."

As soon as Han Yun put down the bowl and chopsticks, she forgot to call her brother when she came down, stepped back from the high stool, and trotted to the room.

There was a crack in the door of the room, and Han Yu turned his head to look into the distance. The protruding head, those pure black eyes, said softly, "Close the door."

The door slammed softly.

Han Yun pushed the door and closed it.

Thinking that her height couldn't reach the lamp on the wall, and it was pitch dark inside, afraid that she might be afraid, Han Yu went over to stick to the door and said, "Yun'er, brother came in."

After waiting for a while, Han Yun's voice was slightly crying, she said "um", and whispered inside: "Brother, I can't see clearly."

Han Yu pushed down the doorknob, pushed the door in, and touched the switch not far from the door.

Lights on.

Han Yu squatted in front of her, looking at her blushing face.

"Watching cartoons, I didn't quarrel with my uncle, Yun'er, don't worry." Han Yu took out his phone and gave it to her.

"Hmm." She responded nasally, holding her brother's big mobile phone with both hands, and put the earphones into the ear holes that couldn't fit. Headphones cover ears.

Han Yu smiled at her, closed the door and came out, walked back to the dining table and sat down.

He looked directly at Han Yuanchuan.

Waiting for all the questions to come.

"Your teacher said that you have a problem with your view of love," Han Yuanchuan asked, "Do you know about this?"

"Yes." Han Yu felt that he had nothing to hide, "I'm in a relationship."

Han Yuanchuan suddenly thought of something, frowned and said, "Man!"

"Yes." Han Yu didn't hesitate.

A "slap" slap came over and slammed heavily on his face.

Han Yu was beaten to the side, and his face was burning, but he didn't feel much pain. He wondered if he was too numb.

"Han Yu!" That piercing voice.

Han Yu turned his head, and there was a striking palm print on the side of his face.

He raised his gaze, showing no sign of weakness.

Han Yuanchuan looked at him with hatred, and just asked casually, but it turned out to be true.

Han Yuanchuan didn't care about calling him back because he was talking about his sister's household registration, so he raised his eyes and said, "Seriously!"

Holding the bowl, Han Yu slowly put the rice in his mouth again, swallowing the blood mixed with the white rice.

He chewed and said, "A year ago."

Han Yuanchuan got up angrily, and his voice covered Han Yu's head. He didn't need to look, he could think of Han Yuanchuan's deeply frowning brows, his serious face, and his expression of insisting on persuading him.

"Your teacher said that you have a problem with your outlook on love. I didn't believe it at first. It turned out that you had a problem a year ago. I said that you moved to school for no reason. It turned out that it was because of this!"

"There is a problem with the concept of love," Han Yu stated slowly: "That was in the second year of junior high school."

Han Yuanchuan punched the table, "You are still young, you can correct me. I didn't ask about what happened tonight as if you didn't tell me."

"In two months, I'll be eighteen, you can kick me out." Han Yu said calmly.

"Han Yu!" Han Yuanchuan said, "Are you not listening?"

Han Yu continued to eat without answering.

Han Yuanchuan snatched his bowl and smashed it on the glass door of the kitchen.

"Dad, if you're okay," Han Yu looked at the empty hands, lowered them down, stood up slowly, raised his head with his chin up, and saw the anger surging in Han Yuanchuan's eyes.

Han Yudan said, "I'm back to school."

Han Yuanchuan seemed to be very angry, breathing heavily.

Han Yu opened the door again, and saw his mobile phone on the ground, the animated characters on the screen were moving silently, and the earphones were placed on the ground.

On the white floor, drops of tears.

There were still tears in Han Yun's eyes, and there were tear stains on her face.The small body curled up into a small ball, leaning against the wall.

Han Yu thought he could bear everything, but facing his sister, Feng Zang felt frail in his heart, but he couldn't hide it if he wanted to.

"Why didn't my brother put on the earphones you gave me?" Han Yu's tears were rolling, his lips trembled and he asked, "Do you want to go with my brother?"

Han Yun rushed towards him, her small hands tightly strangled his neck even though she didn't have much strength.

Her shoulders shrugged, she could no longer remember the rules, she sobbed, "Daddy hits brother, brother hurts, and Yunyun hurts too."

"Brother will take you to live in a big house." Han Yu swallowed and said.

Han Yun nodded frequently.

Han Yu gathered the things on the ground, packed them up, and carried her out. When he reached the metal door, Han Yuanchuan told him to stop and asked him, "Where do you want to take your sister at night?"

"Leave you." Han Yu said, opened the door and ran downstairs.

When Han Yuanchuan chased him out, his son and daughter had long since disappeared.Han Yu ran to the road and quickly stopped the car.Halfway through the drive, he changed another car.

All the way back to Jinyuan.

After getting out of the car at the gate of Jinyuan, Han Yu patted his younger sister on the shoulder, "Yun'er?"

"Brother~" Han Yun touched his face with her cold hands.

Han Yu laughed, "I'll be home right away, and I'll sleep next to my brother."

Han Yun lay back on her stomach.Han Yu returned home, dragged her with one hand, and opened the door with the key.

But the door was opened from the inside first, Fu Yizheng held the doorknob, and said pleasantly: "Brother Yu, I saw you on the surveillance."

They installed a surveillance camera in their home, facing the door.

Han Yu nodded.Fu Yizheng's eyes fell on the white hair ball on his shoulders, and he was wearing a furry hat, covering half of Han Yu's face.

In autumn, the temperature is not high during the day, and the night is even colder.

Fu Yizhen stretched back to touch Han Yu's face, and with a "hiss", he looked at his slightly swollen face.

Han Yu followed his gaze, smiled and said, "The face is fine, the treasure I snatched."

Han Yun moved, slowly raised her head and turned her head, looking at Fu Yizheng with big round eyes.

"Are you awake?" Han Yu looked down at her, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry~ I have a brother here." Her short, fat index finger tapped the tip of Fu Yizhen's nose.

Fu Yizheng stared at her fingertips cross-eyed, and then looked up at her, scaring her, "Brother eats a small dumpling."

Knowing that she was talking about Xiaotuanzi, and she wanted to eat her, she burst into tears.

Han Yu squinted at Fu Yixuan, "Don't scare her."

Fu Yizhang stepped aside and let them come in first.

"Yun'er doesn't cry, he doesn't dare, brother hits him."

Han Yun stopped talking for a while.

Han Yu carried her to the bedroom, twisted a hot towel to wipe her face, returned to the living room, let her sit on the sofa, and showed her the animation.

"Brother, can I cook noodles for you?" Han Yu asked her while squatting in front of the sofa.

Han Yunyuan rolled her eyes, stretched her arms and gestured, "My brother's house is so big."

Han Yu laughed and said, "Then let's live here together, okay?"

Han Yun nodded, "OK."

Han Yu looked at Fu Yixuan on the big sofa, "Go and change clothes."

Fu Yizheng looked down at his nightgown and his bare legs, and nodded.

"Look at her instead, I'll cook noodles." After Han Yu ordered, he was about to go to the kitchen to boil noodles.

Seeing Han Yu's back disappearing at the door, Fu Yizheng said to Xiaotuanzi, "Brother, go change your clothes. You should sit here obediently and don't move around."

Fu Yizheng came out after changing into a two-piece pajamas, saw Xiaotuanzi staring at the TV intently, and sat down on the sofa with her.

Fu Yizhen doesn't actually like watching cartoons, but Han Yu likes to watch them.

Being bored, he reached out to poke Xiaotuanzi's face.

The hand feels fleshy and soft, and the eyes are very similar to Han Yu's, big and round, but the pupil color is different.

Fu Yizhen knew that this little girl should be Han Yun.

"Han Yun, how old are you, can you count one, two, three?"

Han Yun was afraid of him, so she huddled on the sofa and dared not move.

Fu Yizhen thought it was fun and scared her, "Don't tell me, brother turn off the lights, there will be ghosts coming out to catch you."

"Wow..." Han Yun burst into tears.

Fu Yizheng glanced towards the kitchen, and gently covered her mouth.

Han Yun bites him.

"Hiss!" Fu Yizheng said in pain, "Release."

Han Yun's teeth were trembling, but she didn't let go.

"Knock out your teeth." Fu Yizheng said viciously.

"Fu Yixuan!" Han Yu shouted in the kitchen.

Han Yun let go of her mouth, the saliva pulled out filaments, tears rolled down in big ones, snot and tears flowed sideways, her whole face was dirty and stained.

Fu Yizhen looked at the dark red teeth marks on his hands, wiped the saliva on his hands, fearing that Han Yu would be held accountable, he coaxed in a low voice: "Brother will buy you candy, a lot of candy... oh, little ancestor ~ don't cry! "

"Wow -" sound.

The voice was high-pitched, thin, and piercing, as if echoing around the roof.

A footstep stopped behind him.

Fu Yizheng's back was stiff, and he turned his head slowly, laughing, "...Brother Yu~"