two sons three fathers

Fu Yizheng still pressed on his body, laughed on top of his head, and said, "Brother Yu~"

Han Yu hugged his shoulders, rolled over on top of him, and rode on him. The fine sand on his body shook off Fu Yizheng's chest in an instant.

"Go back tomorrow," Han Yu said as he scraped the sand off his bulging chest muscles, "Enough is enough."

"I can do anything," Fu Yizheng gently held his waist, raised his gaze, and said, "I will accompany you whatever you want."

"I'm hungry, go back and eat," Han Yu said.

With the sea breeze blowing all afternoon, he had no food at all except some sea water in his stomach.

Fu Yizheng stood up, put one hand on the ground, hugged him with the other, took two steps with his arms in his arms, changed to a back position, and carried him back to the hotel on the coast.

The two took a shower before starting to eat dinner.

In the evening, the two of them didn't leave the hotel, but rolled onto the big bed, and started a sleepless and tireless double exercise.

In the past three days, Han Yu came here once on the first day, and he brought tools. Fu Yizhang never brought T, and it was like taking medicine all night, turning him over and over, rubbing him. Kneaded countless times like a face.

Before I knew it, it was midnight again.

The bed was next to the window sill, and the floor was on the third floor, but the sound of the waves crashing on the shore seemed to be in my ears.The night outside the window was completely dark, and when I looked up, the sky was full of stars.

At this moment, Han Yu's voice was hoarse and he was tired.

With the sound of the sea wind blowing in his ears, he could close his eyes and fall asleep at any time.

As soon as this idea came out, Han Yu blinked, barely able to see the hazy night and the blurred outline of Fu Yizheng.

After a while, he closed his heavy eyelids.

Before falling asleep completely, Fu Yizhang felt that he stopped his movements, patted his face and shouted, "This... can even fall asleep?"

Han Yu's unconscious mind sketched Fu Yizheng's distorted face when he said this, as if he felt his helpless and funny expression.

He fell into a deep sleep.

When the sun shone through the window, he lay on the bed with sore body, as if he had run dozens of kilometers to death.

The two of them had completely indulged, eating, drinking, having fun, and sleeping all day long. Han Yu was physically and mentally exhausted at this time, and there was no time for any sad emotions.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yizhang booked a noon flight, and patted him on the shoulder, "Are you hungry?"

"I don't want to move~it hurts." Han Yu turned over and buried his face in the white pillow, exposing the back of his shoulders and the back of his head which was sleeping messily.

Apart from soreness, there was no stickiness or discomfort on his body. It seemed that Fu Yizhang had already washed him.

The bed beside him sank, and it was Fu Yizhen who got on the bed.

Fu Yizheng was pressed on his back through the book, kissed his shoulder, and said with a light smile: "It hurts anyway, then..."

Before he could say what happened next, Han Yu hurriedly got up in embarrassment, got out of bed barefoot and walked to the bathroom.

While walking, he touched the place Fu Yizheng kissed just now with his backhand, and there was a tingling pain there, and he knew it was a tooth mark without even looking.

Han Yu went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Fu Yiyan sat up with a grin, and watched Han Yu turn into the bathroom with his entire red-stained back, and unexpectedly lost his temper and slammed on the door.

He went back to the beige European-style couch and sat down, ordered food, and the food was delivered by the people in the hotel after a while. Fu Yizheng took the food and thanked him in simple D language.

Breakfast is western food, bread, meat, vegetables and jam are placed on a large disc.

Fu Yizheng set up the knife and fork, and while taking out the phone, he leaned back on the back of the sofa, saw the missed call, and replied to the message first.

--mom.

Fu Yitang--Baby, we only asked for three days off, and now it's the fourth day. It's really hard to take leave from your school now. If you two don't come back, your dad will have to whine with me again.

Fu Yixuan smiled, typed and sent - the air ticket at noon, we can get home in the evening, and we will go back to Jinyuan directly.

Fu Yitang--then I have the cheek to ask your teacher for another day.How are you doing?

He was very happy, but he didn't know how Han Yu was doing?

Holding the phone, Fu Yizheng turned his head to the side, looking at the glass door a few meters away.

Why haven't you come out yet?

In the bathroom, Han Yu leaned his elbows on the window sill. Outside the window was the endless blue sea and green mountains in the distance. He replied the message.

--Thank you, teacher.

Wu Ji asked him if he wanted to take another day off, since tomorrow is Saturday anyway.

Before coming here, Han Yu took the initiative to contact Wu Ji, saying that he and Fu Yizhen wanted to take a few days off.

Although Wu Ji was unwilling in her heart, she knew that in the past year, Han Yu and Fu Yixuan's grades had improved rapidly, and both of them worked hard. Among other things, Han Yu won another award and had to take care of his sister , is a rare good seedling.

In the end, Wu Ji was afraid that they would be under too much pressure.

She told them in the message that they should adjust their status as soon as possible and come back to make up what they learned.

Han Yu put down his phone and saw that there were already scattered people walking on the curved beach in the distance, and the humid sea breeze seemed to be echoing in his ears.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes lazily, wiped his washed half-dry hair back, took the nightgown on the stainless steel rack and put it on, covering the marks all over his body.

He put on his belt and walked back to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, Fu Yizheng stood against the wall with his legs crossed, as if he had been waiting for him in this posture for a long time.

Hearing the door knock, Fu Yizheng turned his head to the side, looked at him with a smile on his face, and came over to kiss his forehead.

"Thought you were going to live permanently?" Fu Yizheng said with a joke.

Han Yu took two steps forward and looked at him face to face, "Honey, do you think we will last forever?"

Fu Yizheng didn't answer him first, but pulled his hand and put it on his neck, "I don't know. But I know, if you dare to leave me, I will die."

"Threat me?" Han Yu grinned.

Fu Yizheng said: "You say so, so be it."

Han Yu was picked up by his waist, turned around and walked to the sofa to put it down, the dinner plate was pushed in front of him, and the knife and fork were also stuffed in his hands.

Fu Yizheng squeezed his hand, put it on the dinner plate, and said softly, "I won't be able to walk after a while, so I can only hang on my body."

"Who is it because I can't walk?" Han Yu gave him a funny look.

Fu Yizheng smiled and said nothing.

"I'm asking for leave." Han Yu likes to eat meat first, appetizing, and chewing: "I'm not self-willed at all, and I still ask for leave."

Fu Yizheng was amused by the silly way he was talking to himself, "I invited you too."

The two suddenly giggled together, knowing why the other was laughing.

"Ticket at 12:30, it's already late at night when we return to China, let's go straight back to Jinyuan." Fu Yizheng said, putting a piece of meat with a knife and fork in his mouth, "On weekends, you can rest at home for two days."

Han Yu opened his mouth and took a bite, "Don't mess with me when you go back, or you can solve it yourself in the future." He was afraid.

Fu Yizhen nodded with a suppressed smile.

"I'm tired of eating Western food every day," Han Yu muttered, "I want to eat rice with stir-fried vegetables."

Fu Yizhang raised his hand to hook his neck, pinched the back of his neck, and Han Yu shrank his neck, "Go back and take you to eat."

Han Yu puffed his cheeks, nodded and hummed.

After eating, Han Yu sat on the sofa and watched Fu Yizheng put away his things. After watching for a while, he lay down directly and turned sideways to continue watching.

In fact, they only had two backpacks, and they didn't buy anything.

Fu Yizheng quickly packed his clothes, pulled up his backpack, and brought the two bags together to Han Yu's feet.

Han Yu's eyes followed him.

Fu Yizhen felt that he was looking at him, to be exact, Han Yu had been looking at him all the time.

He glanced sideways, looked at the white nightgown on his body, and said, "I took out your clothes and put them on the bed, I'll go get them."

"Ah~" Han Yu yawned, "Oh~"

Fu Yizhao came back and came to tear his clothes. Han Yu grabbed the trousers and T-shirt in his hand and said, "I'll change it myself. You wear it for me. Who knows what you're going to do."

"Don't do anything," Fu Yizhang put his hand in and twisted his neck, "I'm a little tired too."

Can you get tired after three days and three nights?

Han Yu dressed neatly, while Fu Yizhang carried two bags on his back, and hooked his hands at him, "Go, now is the right time to go to the airport."

Han Yu was dragged by him to the door to change his shoes.

After leaving the hotel, the two went all the way to the airport, boarded the plane on time, and flew back to China.

The temperature in the country was still very low, so Fu Yizheng took out his coat and put it on him, hugged half of his shoulders, and led him to take a taxi outside the airport and go home.

When we returned to Jinyuan, it was one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Han Yu ate something on the plane, and he's not hungry now. After hastily washing up, regardless of Fu Yiyan, he went to the bed first, and wanted to have a good sleep with his beloved chinchilla pillow.

The next day, Fu Yizhang went out to buy groceries, and when he came back, he was still awake, so he went to call for someone after making lunch.

Fu Yizhen directly lifted the quilt, carried the man out of the living room, and let Han Yu sit on the stool.Han Yu's butt was pressed against the slightly cold stool, and he opened his eyes bewilderedly, and saw Fu Yizheng's face and the corners of his mouth clearly.

"Eat and go back to sleep." Fu Yizheng took the beef and put it in his bowl.

The beef slices are thin, there is soup, and it smells and looks delicious.

Han Yu praised: "The skill is getting better, not bad."

"You go to read after dinner, and I'll clean it up."

The housework has been assigned, and one of them has to wash the dishes while cooking.Except for special cases of course.

After eating, Han Yu went back to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and asked the professor for the courseware that came in the past few days, planning to take a look first.The two days of the weekend passed smoothly.

Han Yu and Fu Yizhao worked hard to make up for the missed lessons.

In the third year of high school, the homework is heavy, and physical function is particularly important.

Fearing that they would eat and behave indiscriminately, and their bodies would not be able to keep up with the fast-paced learning style, Fu Yitang discussed with Yi Heng, and he temporarily put down his work and concentrated on taking care of their daily life.At night, they went to the small bungalow in Jinyuan to guard them.

Over time, it made Fu Yizhen very irritable.

After finally waiting for a day off on the weekend, the two of them just closed the door and embraced each other, when Fu Yitang opened the door and let them pay attention to their bodies.

"Mom," Fu Yizhen let go of Han Yu's head, and grabbed his hair helplessly, "Can't you knock on the door?"

"I knocked." Fu Yitang pinched his slender fingers, knowing his mistake, "Yu Yu, you can't let him go."

"Uncle..." Fu Yitang looked at him after hearing this, and immediately pouted, Han Yu hurriedly changed his words, "Mom, we... just kiss each other."

"I really don't want to do anything?" Fu Yitang glanced at his son, Fu Yizheng looked dissatisfied with desire, "Really?"

"Really." Han Yu said awkwardly.

Fu Yitang withdrew to the door, holding the doorknob in his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Then you guys come out to drink soup after kissing, boiled isinglass."

end chapter

The door was closed, and Fu Yizheng looked at Han Yu helplessly, seeing that he was not in the mood, and he was completely lost in interest.

He walked to the bed in a huff, and fell on the bed straight on his stomach.

When such a big body fell down, it made a muffled sound on the bed.

In this situation, Han Yu was no longer in the mood to kiss again.He went over and kicked Fu Yizheng's calf, and said, "Go out for soup."

Fu Yizhen pulled a pillow and pressed it on his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't drink!"

Every day, it was either this soup or that soup. He drank enough, and his whole body was on fire.

Where do you need so much nutrition just to learn?

What is wrong with the rest of the nutrition?

As Fu Yizheng thought about it, his legs began to kick indiscriminately.Seeing him acting like a rascal like a child, Han Yu couldn't help laughing, and coaxed, "What's the matter, let's go."

Even if 1000 million people don't want to, as long as Han Yu calls him, he still has to move.Fu Yizhen threw off the pillow, sat up straight with disheveled hair, spread his hands, "Hold~"

Han Yu picked him up face to face, and put him down when he reached the door.Fu Yizheng opened the door, strode out, picked up the soup on the table, and drank it a few times.

He turned back to the bedroom and said, "I'm asleep."

That voice was a little unhappy.

Han Yu looked at the fish gelatin soup that was half full in the white cup, which was white and sticky.

He reluctantly drank the soup.

Han Yu was about to take the soup cup to the kitchen, and said to the man who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, "Mom, go to bed early."

It was almost eleven o'clock, Fu Yitang rolled up the cuffs of his nightgown, and was still pulling the mask off his face with his hands.

Hearing the sound, Fu Yitang turned to look at Han Yu, hurriedly got up and went over, saying, "I'll come, I'll come."

Fu Yitang snatched the soup cup with a smile, "Go and rest, I have class tomorrow."

Han Yu's hands were empty in an instant. Seeing his back, he had already gone to the kitchen, so he had no choice but to go back to the bedroom.

In the blink of an eye, it was National Day, and the school gave all the third-year students a three-day holiday. It was the holiday, and Fu Yitang wanted to take them on a trip, so that they would want to bring something, go back and pack up, and set off for the prairie tomorrow morning, where they will stay for a few days sky.

At night, the two of them were packing their things in the bedroom when Han Yuanchuan called.

Since the last time we left the hotel, Han Yu hadn't seen Han Yuanchuan again.

Han Yu put the folded T-shirt on the bed, sat down and answered the phone, thinking, "Dad."

Before the other party could make a sound, Fu Yizheng hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, eavesdropping on the phone.

"Brother~" On the phone, Han Yun called him sweetly. There was a murmur from the other direction of the phone. It was Han Yuanchuan who lowered his voice, "Ask brother to come out for dinner~"

Han Yun seemed to look in that direction, before calling out to the phone, "Brother, eat."

Han Yu heard it clearly, laughed, and said, "Call Dad, I'll tell Dad."

"Father, brother is calling you." Han Yun said honestly, probably holding the phone, her voice was far away.

Han Yuanchuan coughed twice, and his thick voice came out of the receiver, "Are you on vacation tomorrow?" He specifically asked the teacher.

Han Yu hesitated a little, nodded habitually, and said, "Well, it's been three days."

Han Yuanchuan's voice softened unconsciously, "Are you free tomorrow? Can you spare some time?"

Holding the phone, Han Yu looked back at Fu Yizheng, who nodded.Han Yu said, "Yes."

"Then you come back, your aunt is here, let's have a meal together."

Fu Yizheng frowned upon hearing this.

Han Yu didn't make a sound for a long time, Han Yuanchuan lowered his voice again, "Are you free?"

Probably because there was a bit of pleading and cautiousness in his voice, Fu Yizheng thought for a moment before nodding.Seeing him nodding, Han Yu said again, "I'm free."

Han Yuanchuan discussed in a low voice, telling him not to bring Fu Yixuan.

When Han Yu hung up the phone, Fu Yizheng sat on the bed, raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, his face full of displeasure, "Why can't I go?"

Han Yu dropped his phone on the bed, straddled his lap, and said, "Maybe I have something to do, it's not convenient for you to go."

"What's the inconvenience?" Although Han Yu's father's tone was very good, Fu Yizheng complained because he was afraid that he would do something to Han Yu, "If he dares to do anything to you, I, I will..."

"Whatever you do," Han Yu smiled, "Can you beat him?"

Fu Yizheng muttered, "He's not your father, I've already done it!"

"If you want to rebel, it's a big rebellion!" Han Yu straightened his face, making him look at him, and said, "No matter how you say it, he's still my father. Why do you think you're angry?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull Fu Yizheng's face.

Fu Yizhen gritted his teeth and said: "I know, go and come back quickly, the phone must be unblocked, if I can't contact you in 5 minutes, I will go to your house to rob someone."

"Exaggeration, then tell mom that I can't go tomorrow, how about you go?" Han Yu discussed with him.

Yi Heng will also follow, Fu Yizheng must be Cheng Liang's light bulb if he goes, he curls his lips and says, "I won't go."

He got up, asked Han Yu to sit by the bed, went to the desk drawer to get things, brought a box back to Han Yu.

The box was blue suede, square and not small in size.

Han Yu dragged the box with both hands, raised his head and said, "What is it?"

"The hairpin that Sining bought for Han Yun was given to me after school today. You didn't see it when you went to the bathroom. I didn't remember it until you mentioned that you were going home." Fu Yizhang sat down and said, "That aunt of yours Aren't you coming tomorrow? Let's go shopping tomorrow."

"You want to be so thoughtful?" Han Yu put down the box with a smile.

Fu Yizheng said: "I'm here to help you buy people's hearts."

Han Yu sucked his face and smashed it loudly, "Okay, just say what you say."

In the early morning, Han Yu just woke up from the bed and opened his eyes when he heard the sound of walking under the bed.

Fu Yizheng came over with his clothes and trousers, put them on the bed, and dropped a satchel.It's all Gucci.

That big logo is really eye-catching.

Han Yu was speechless when he saw it, choked for a moment, and said, "Do you need to be so deliberate?"

"I'm not afraid that they will think that you are suffering with me," Fu Yizheng put on a sweater for him involuntarily, "I can't keep up with this card?"

"I'm going home, not a catwalk. What do you want me to show off to my family?" Han Yu took off his sweater and pushed him, "Bring me my black sweater and gray pants."

In the end, Han Yu didn't wear his outfit either.

He still dresses casually.

After the two packed up, they went shopping after breakfast. After coming out of the shopping mall, Fu Yixuan drove Han Yu home.

Along the way, Fu Yizheng turned the phantom steering wheel in his hand, turned his face, and chatted with Han Yu, saying the same thing.

"As soon as it arrives, I'll put the car downstairs at your house and put it there for three days and three nights. Your dad will definitely see it when he goes out."

He wanted to let Han Yu's father know that Han Yu was doing very well with him.

Han Yu glanced at the backing street, shook his head and closed his eyes.

Before he reached the community, Han Yu asked him to park the car, sent Fu Yiyan back, and returned home with a few bags of things.

As soon as he entered the room, the smell of home-cooked food wafted from the door. This smell was different from the past, and seemed to be lighter.

It wasn't Han Yuanchuan who was cooking.

Han Yu closed the door and went in, and ran out at the sound of footsteps. Before the person arrived, he started calling him, "Brother is back~ Mom, brother is back."

Han Yun was wearing a lovely pink dress and skirt, still braided, and trotted to the balcony, looking up at him with round eyes.

Han Yu changed the things from his right hand to his left, knelt down and picked her up, then picked her up with his left hand, and asked, "Is your mother at home?"

Before the words were finished, a plainly dressed woman in her forties came out wearing an apron, glanced at him hurriedly, quickly took the things in his hand, and said awkwardly: "I cooked the rice, you Dad went out to buy something and will be back in a while."

Han Yu also glanced at the woman.

This person didn't seem to be as pretty as he had imagined, with only a simple ponytail and no trace of makeup on his plain face.

"Auntie, thank you." Han Yu watched her enter the house with her things.

Riemann smiled back and said politely, "Come and sit in the room first."

Han Yun laughed twice, and said joyfully, "Brother~"

Han Yu entered the room and watched the woman rush to the kitchen, muttering, "Oh, my soup."

Han Yu smelled the aroma of barley ribs. He likes to drink it, so he smelled it immediately.

He and Han Yun sat on the sofa, listening to the noises in the kitchen, sometimes it was the sound of a spatula, and sometimes it was the sound of the lid being lifted.The door outside rang quickly, and Han Yuanchuan closed the door and said, "Han Yu is back?"

The two turned their heads to look at the past together.Han Yuanchuan walked in with a smile, looked at them, and lifted the bag in his hand, "Buy some fruit for dinner."

A head protruded from the kitchen door, and Riemann looked at the people in the living room and said with a smile, "Go and wash the handles, we'll have dinner later."

Han Yu got up to set the tables and chairs. Riemann looked at Han Yu's busy figure. He was diligent. Although he was tall and didn't smile, he might feel difficult to get along with on the surface, but he didn't have any bad intentions.

In fact, she was very grateful to Han Yu in her heart. Without Han Yu, the mother and daughter would not know when they would be able to move here.

She was not very good at expressing, so she kept putting down the delicious food in front of Han Yu.Being teased like this made Han Yu feel a little uncomfortable, and said, "Auntie, sit down and eat."

"It's okay, it's okay, you eat first when you're hungry, and I have a dish, I'll serve it right away." Riemann said and went into the kitchen again.

Han Yuanchuan sat aside and looked at her, without saying a hand.Han Yu couldn't take it anymore, let her sit down, and went to the kitchen by himself, "I'll serve it."

She sat down and brushed her disheveled bangs, looking a little embarrassed.

After eating, Riemann went to wash the dishes again.Han Yu went to the kitchen and rushed to wash.

He's not used to having people wait on him.

Riemann was not as strong as him, and he almost couldn't push, so he had to leave the kitchen with a smile.

While Han Yu was washing the dishes, she hurriedly went to the room and came out with a beautifully packaged handbag.

In the bag was the clothes she bought for Han Yu. Although it wasn't too expensive, it cost half a month's salary.

"Auntie has bad eyesight. I don't know what young people like." Riemann looked at him who came out of the kitchen, smiled, and said, "I just bought something."

Han Yuanchuan said: "You can accept your aunt's wish."

Han Yu looked at the dress she was wearing, and it would not exceed five hundred if it was taller.

He was suddenly glad that he didn't wear that famous brand, otherwise he would be too embarrassed to show it.

"Thank you, Auntie." Han Yu didn't accept it for fear of embarrassing her, so he accepted it graciously.

Han Yu distributed the things he bought.

Riemann looked at the jade bracelet in the box and felt that it was very hot. He kept saying that he had spent money and asked him to return it.

After all three persuaded her, she blushed and accepted it.

Han Yun sat and yawned, saying that she was sleepy, and Riemann took her back to the room.

In the living room, Han Yu and Han Yuanchuan sat down on the sofa.

Han Yuanchuan watched TV, looked at him, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked him, "Your account has moved?" When he went to his daughter's account, he found that Han Yu on the second page had already logged out.

Han Yu glanced at Han Yuanchuan, seeing that he didn't mean to blame him, and said, "Well, with Fu Yizhang."

"Him? Is the condition of his family very good?" Han Yuanchuan seemed to have countless questions, and asked little by little.

He came home from the hotel that day and asked his daughter. From her mouth, he knew that his son had a house. The house was wider and more beautiful than here, and things that walked on the ground could scream, which was fun.

It was also from that day that Han Yuanchuan really paid attention to his son's life. It turned out that Han Yu not only improved his grades, but also won the first prize in the city, and his name was engraved on the list of the Calligraphy Association.

Not only that, his son's current teacher is either a professor, an academician, or a Ph.D. With his own hard work, there is basically no problem if he wants to be admitted to a good university.

"His family has a little money," Han Yu said truthfully, "We even bought a house together, so I'll move the household registration there."

Han Yuanchuan nodded knowingly, and said: "I still have 50 spare money here, 30 is for you, 20 is for my sister to go to school, you need some money outside."

Han Yu understood what Han Yuanchuan meant, and Han Yuanchuan was thinking about him, and that's right, they were not rich after all, and compared to a family like Fu Yizhang's, they were indeed nothing worth mentioning.

"Dad, my calligraphy tuition is funded by someone who taught me calligraphy." At this point, Han Yu already understood that Han Yuanchuan had known him in private, so he thought for a while and said, "You keep the money and give it to my sister for an apartment. I've lived here for a long time, it's old."

I have lived in this house for more than ten years, and Han Yuanchuan bought it before. Since the high-rise building outside was built, the lighting and appearance have not been as good as before.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Han Yuanchuan didn't persuade him any more.

"I asked my aunt to clean up your room. Do you want to sleep here at night?" Han Yuanchuan asked when he saw him checking the time with his mobile phone.

Han Yu put away the phone, got up and said, "I'll go back, Fu Yizhang is here, wait for me outside."

When it comes to the boy Fu Yixuan, Han Yuanchuan still doesn't like him very much.

The child looked spoiled and spoiled, and his temper was not very good, but fortunately he got along with Han Yu's temperament.

Han Yuanchuan didn't keep him, and sent him out the door, saying, "Come back anytime you are free, and let me know."

Looking at Han Yuanchuan inside the door, Han Yu went over and hugged him.

Han Yuanchuan seemed a little uncomfortable, but he still smiled and said, "It's so big."

"Thank you, Dad." Han Yu quickly let go of his hands.

"Take him with you next time."

Han Yu's eyes moved slightly, he nodded and said, "Okay."

The stainless steel door was closed, and Han Yu was still standing outside the door. Inside, Han Yuanchuan chatted with his aunt.

"Han Yu went back? I asked him what he would have for breakfast tomorrow."

"Well, his friend came to pick him up."

"The boy?"

"Ah."

"Have you asked him to bring it over next time? I'll cook and wait for them."

"Wait until his birthday. You go to bed, you're still at work tomorrow."

The voices of the two walked away together with the sound of footsteps, and Han Yu also turned and went downstairs, walking towards the outside of the community.

Outside the community, separated by the bright street lights, a silver Phantom was parked on the shoulder of the road a hundred meters away. The tall front of the car was too conspicuous.Fu Yizhang in the driver's cab seemed to have seen him at a glance, and stuck his head out of the window, showing his big white teeth, "Brother Yu, I'm here!"

so obvious?

Can't he see it?

Han Yu jogged over with a smile.

--End of text--

Extra 1

In the evening, on the football field of Lincheng College of History and Culture.

Han Yu was sweating, and ran after the football on the football field with his classmates.

After playing a few games, he is now covered in sweat, his white jersey stuck to his front, and his bulging chest heaves and rises with panting.

"You guys play, I'll go off the court." Han Yu trotted and stopped in two steps, saying hello to everyone.

"Okay." His classmate replied, backed away from him, and waved to the people outside the line behind him.

The rest on the outside of the grass replaced Han Yu.

Han Yu wiped his dripping hair, walked slowly towards the edge of the grass and sat down.After adjusting his breathing for a while, he lifted the bottle cap and took two sips of water.

When he raised his head, his neck was covered with beads of sweat, which rolled into his clothes.

He tugged on his shirt to disperse the heat.

The field is full of college students with the same major.

He majored in cultural heritage.

He didn't know why he chose this major, maybe he was somewhat influenced by Grandpa Zhao.

But he also likes it.

Han Yu raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, watching that the red sun would soon slide down and connect with the heavenly ranks. Now the entire football field of Nuoda University was covered with the brilliance of red clouds.

"Slimy," a footstep behind him approached, a cold hand pressed against his hot face, "Are you hungry?"

When his hand was about to relax, Han Yu pulled it back and covered his face on the other side, "It's cool, it's comfortable."

"Running all afternoon," Fu Yizheng laughed, "Didn't you go to class?"

It's been two months since the school started, and it's time for regular classes every week.Han Yu didn't turn his head back: "Who do you think I am, would I still skip class?"

Fu Yizheng smiled again, and asked him, "Go home?"

Han Yu was hungry, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Pull me up."

Fu Yizhen pulled him up, and the two walked out of the football field, out of school and went straight home.

They all went to school in Lincheng, and their new house was bought at the junction of Fengcheng and Lincheng, so it was convenient for the two cities to travel back and forth.This small modern apartment was given to them by Fu Yitang.

Han Yu took out the key, opened the door and entered the house, walked to the entrance and took off his shoes.

He was about to straighten up when a heavyweight was stuck to his back.

Fu Yizheng took off his coat and hugged him in a light shirt.

Han Yu was so strangled that he was short of breath, "Wait until I catch my breath, it's too hot."

"Okay," Fu Yiyan kissed the back of his neck, but didn't bother him any more, he let go of his hand, and smacked his mouth: "It's so salty, go wash it, I'll cook."

Han Yu watched as Fu Yizhang, who walked out beside him, turned into the kitchen.

Han Yu lowered his head and sniffed at his neckline.

It smells very manly.

Sweaty.

He quickly took a shower and came out of the living room.

Han Yu saw the mobile phone charging on the sofa ringing, wiped his hair with a towel and walked over, picked up the mobile phone to look at it.

On the phone, there is a text message.

Han Yu glanced at the message, his brows furrowed, and he turned to look in the direction of the kitchen.Through the glass door, Fu Yizheng's figure could not be seen.

Han Yu turned back and tapped his phone a few times, and the password was activated.Although Fu Yizheng had set a password, he knew it.

But why set a password?

planned?

Han Yu put the towel around his neck and returned his attention to the text message.

"Brother Yan, thank you for today's matter, I will treat you to dinner tomorrow."

Did you call me?

Sender: Zhao Yuanyuan.

Why is Yuanyuan not round?

Han Yu threw his phone back on the sofa, turned around and went to dry his hair.After only half an hour or so, Fu Yizheng's two dishes and one soup were ready, and when the dishes were on the table, he turned to look at him sitting on the sofa, "Brother Yu, is there any news on my phone?"

Hearing the sound, Han Yu glanced in the direction of the dining table, then at the phone, and said, "I don't know, look for yourself."

As Han Yu spoke, he unplugged the charger, took the phone and put it on the edge of the table, sat down and began to eat.

"Yes," Fu Yizhang picked up the phone and flipped through the messages, and said to him, "There is one."

"One what?" Han Yu asked casually.

"A message from a classmate." Fu Yizheng put down his phone, sat down and said, "It's not something important."

He looked at Han Yu, knocked on his own bowl, "Why don't you give me some food?"

"I'm Sheng," Han Yu said, "You don't have hands?"

When he used to cook, Han Yu would put the soup by his hand, and put the chopsticks in front of his eyes.

Not much treatment today.

Fu Yizhang muttered to himself while serving the rice, "...It was fine when I came back just now."

Han Yu picked up the greens and stuffed them into his mouth, gave Fu Yizheng a look, and ignored him.

At this moment, Fu Yizheng's cell phone lit up again.Fu Yizheng glanced at it, laughed insignificantly, and then...replied the message in front of him.

Is that Yuanyuan again?

Fu Yixuan fried a piece of sweet pepper meat, a piece of chicken and mushroom, and Han Yu put the chicken and the piece of meat into his bowl a few times, and slammed the rice.

In just a few minutes, he ate two bowls.

After Fu Yizheng replied to the message, he saw that there were only a few bell peppers and mushrooms left on the dinner plate.Go see Han Yu again.

Han Yu took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, with rice wrapped in his mouth, pulled the stool up and said, "I'm full!"

Fu Yixuan: "...you have such a good appetite?" The dishes he cooks are actually so delicious?

Han Yu went to the bedroom, lying on the carpet and playing with his mobile phone.

Fu Yizheng returned to the bedroom after eating and clearing the dining table. After closing the door and entering the room, he saw Han Yu lying on the ground. He had been in for a long time, but Han Yu kept looking at his phone and not him.

Thinking that he wanted to rest, Fu Yizheng didn't bother, went to the desk and sat down with a book to review.

It is not suitable for exercise after eating, but suitable for reading a book for a while.

His major is completely different from Han Yu's - intelligent machinery.

The two are not in the same school, and the two schools are separated by several kilometers.

After school, either he went to Han Yu's school to find Han Yu, or Han Yu came to school to find him, and then went home together.Every day.

Fu Yizhen read the book for a while, and Han Yu still didn't come to cling to him after waiting for a long time. He usually asked him what he was reading, and the two of them exchanged knowledge together.

Why didn't you communicate today?

Fu Yizhen didn't want to read the book anymore, so he put the book away, got up and walked over, lay down beside Han Yu, and looked up at his phone.

The phone is playing cartoons.

"Does it look good?" Fu Yizhen put his arms around him, and whispered into Han Yu's ear, "Tired from playing football?"

Han Yu didn't answer, even expressionless.

Fu Yizheng pinched his fleshy earlobe, and said, "Mom asked us why to go back?"

Han Yu turned off the animation, and the sound of the animation stopped immediately. He clicked on "Mom"'s contacts and sent a message.

--Mom, I'll be back next week.

Then, he smoothly switched to the idiom battle.Seeing him enter the game interface, Fu Yizhao took out his phone and said, "Let's play together."

In the next second, Han Yu started the game directly.

Fu Yizheng looked at the application he had just clicked: "..."

For a moment, Fu Yizheng's expression was a little ugly. He watched Han Yu play for a while and still didn't want to talk to him, his face was still cold and alienated.

He began to feel that something was wrong.

But what exactly is wrong?

Where did Han Yu's indifferent attitude start?

Like this afternoon?

Recalling that when he came home, he just hugged him and didn't do anything.