two sons three fathers

Holding Fu Yizhen in his arms, Fu Yitang stood at the stairs on the second floor. The stairs were not wide, and the angle was just right to cover his figure, but the conversation on the third floor was clearly audible.

After Fu Yitang asked, he looked down at his son and turned his head to listen to the movement on the third floor.

Fu Yizhen grabbed his arms and said happily, "Mom, it's Han Yu."

Fu Yitang: "Do you want to have a word with him?"

Fu Yizheng pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "Put me down, I'll go up there and wait for him."

Fu Yitang put him down, took his hand to hold the handrail of the stairs, and looked up at his son stepping up the steps step by step.

Han Yu didn't see Fu Yixuan, so he walked back feeling a little disappointed.

He walked a few steps with his head down, and a figure slowly came into his sight, and when he looked up, he saw a person groping his way up the stairs.

Fu Yizheng went up the stairs and stood there, wearing a baggy school uniform and sweatpants, looking forward to waiting for something.

Hearing the sound of footsteps not far in front of him, Fu Yizhang listened with his ears open. The footsteps stopped not far away, and he tentatively asked, "Han Yu?"

A cold hand reached out, touched the back of his hand, took the hand beside him, and then, a warm thing wrapped in a plastic bag was placed in the palm of his hand.

"I know it's you." Fu Yizheng said again.

"How are you?" said the low voice.

Fu Yizheng squeezed the thing in his hand, it was soft, he smelled it, it smelled like glutinous rice and other ingredients.

"I'm fine." Fu Yizhang had already eaten his breakfast, smiled slightly, and said, "It just so happened that I didn't eat, thank you."

Han Yu: "...your eyes?"

"I can't see it," Fu Yizheng said truthfully, "I'm going home now."

Han Yu wanted to ask him if he had checked and if he was still recovering... His eyes turned to the person who came up.Fu Yitang's navy blue windbreaker hung down to his knees, and with long legs, he walked up to them with steady steps, and said calmly, "I'm taking a bag home."

A single sound came out of Han Yu's throat.

Fu Yitang picked up Fu Yizheng, turned around and went down the stairs.

At the gate of Shangyang High School, a yellow Porsche was parked on the side of the road. Fu Yitang put Fu Yixuan into the back seat, untied the rice ball in his hand, took it to his son, and let him sit in the cab.

Fu Yizheng held the rice ball with both hands, eating with relish.

Fu Yitang started the car and drove towards the downtown area.Halfway through the journey, he turned his face slightly and glanced back, the people in the back seat were still eating.

He said helplessly, "Honey, haven't you finished eating yet?"

Hearing this, Fu Yizheng raised his head and said, "Mom, what expression did Han Yu look at me just now?"

Fu Yitang said: "A look of worry about you."

Fu Yizheng laughed childishly when he heard the sound, and recalled: "He wished to beat me to death every day, but now he is worried about me and even buys me something to eat. I want to eat slowly, and if I eat quickly, it will be gone. "

Fu Yitang: "You won't tell him?"

Fu Yizheng said: "Don't tell."

While driving, Fu Yitang chatted with him: "As bad as your father."

"I'm better than my father." Fu Yizheng took a mouthful of rice and said vaguely, "At least, I'm telling the truth."

Fu Yitang held the direction with one hand, and smiled slightly with the other hand against the corner of his mouth.

Fu Yitang is a trainer, with a thin and tall appearance, lean and muscular.

More than 20 years ago, Yi Heng chased him. He said he didn't like men, so he didn't agree.

The 1.9-meter-high man was beaten by him several times and couldn't get up. He directly leaned on him and said that he was crippled. He had issued several critical illness notices, so he came directly in a wheelchair and lay in front of him. Various examinations data, forced him to take care of it for half a year.

During the care period, as long as Fu Yitang dared to say "no", Yi Heng made him pay tens of millions.Anyway, he couldn't afford it, so Fu Yitang tied up Yi Heng and gave him a good beating.

Yi Heng's lawyers invited several of them, and each of them brought a stack of certificates.A blatant threat.

The condition is that Fu Yitang will take care of him for the rest of his life.

No matter how good Fu Yitang can hit, he is afraid of talking too much. He likes men, but he doesn't like shameless ones.

Fu Yitang had no choice but to make excuses, saying that they couldn't have children, but Yi Heng made a bold statement and said that he would give birth to him.

Only then did Fu Yizheng come into existence.

Thinking of this, Fu Yitang smiled, "When your eyes are healed, you have to go back to class. Mom is afraid that you will be bored at home, and there are people playing with you at school. Teacher Wu granted you a week's leave."

"Oh~" Fu Yizheng said reluctantly, "I'm not healed yet."

He wanted to be at home and let Han Yu worry about him, so that Han Yu would not dare to bully him in the future, but thinking about it, it seemed boring not to beat him.

In fact, he was also blind when he was a child, but he can't remember it.On Friday, after running, his eyes went dark, and when he woke up, he found himself lying in a strange place, cold and hard, unable to see anything. He thought he was really blind, and he couldn't see clearly.

When he got home, his mother told him that it would be better in a few hours or a few days.

Turning into the community, the Porsche stopped in front of the door, Fu Yitang came down, opened the door of the back seat, saw rice grains on his son's face, smiled and reached out to take it off, and said strangely: "It's cold, don't eat, you don't want to go to the villa , just live here, I will send the housekeeper and chef over."

Fu Yizhen nodded, groped to get out of the car, and said with a smile, "It would be nice if Han Yu stayed with me."

Fu Yitang reached out to support him, "Isn't this easy?"

"I don't think he will agree." Fu Yizhen knew that Han Yu didn't hate him, and living with him was totally different.

Fu Yitang said: "Mom went to school and knocked him out, then poured some medicine on him, washed him for nothing, tied him up, and brought him here."

"A society ruled by law," Fu Yizheng knew he was joking, and said with a smile, "However, it sounds pretty good."

Fu Yitang proudly said: "At that time, he will never know how you want to toss and toss, and then we will send it back quietly, and you can bring it back if you want to be knocked out."

"Then wait until I'm done," Fu Yizheng grinned, "Go and tie him up yourself."

Fu Yitang picked him up, kissed his forehead, and spat: "Damn boy, how dare you think!"

"You taught me," Fu Yizheng said aggrievedly, "When you kidnapped my dad, why didn't you talk about yourself?"

As if thinking of something, Fu Yitang coughed twice, and strode towards the gate.

After settling down his son, Fu Yitang called the housekeeper and cook, and went home by himself.

The main character of the two people's choreography - Han Yu, was sitting in the classroom sullenly, without writing a single word on the copybook. On the podium, the teacher's impassioned lecture did not arouse his interest at all.

After two classes, he was still out of his mind.

"Yu'er, what are you thinking?" Liu Cheng asked him, "You didn't sleep, why are you in a daze?"

Han Yu slowly turned his head: "Cheng'er, will you go blind if you have a fever?"

Liu Cheng thought for a while and said doubtfully, "Yes!"

Han Yu asked again: "Is that okay?"

Liu Cheng frowned, "It's hard to say. If you're already blind, it's probably hard... Alas? What's your expression? You can still get a corneal transplant."

"Oh..." Han Yu lay on the table and muttered, "Will it hurt?"

"What?" Liu Cheng leaned over, "What is he, who is blind?"

Han Yu: "...Forget it, forget it, it's none of my business, I didn't make it blind."

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Fu Yizheng was lying at home, eating and drinking, and being served. After listening to the radio for a while, he fell asleep, and woke up feeling bored.

You can't watch TV, you can only listen to the sound.

Playing games is even more impossible.

He thought of Han Yu again.

He called the housekeeper and told them to remove all the things in the room, all the furniture and valuables.

When the butler heard this, he had no choice but to call back to the villa to ask his wife. Fu Yitang said in a doting tone, "Move, he can do whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't want to go to outer space."

Fortunately, the room is [-] square meters, and the area is not large.

The moving team came in a mighty way, and Fu Yizheng said again: "Take the TV away, and that...the red sandalwood door, which will be called in the kitchen, are also taken away."

He thought for a while, and many of them couldn't name them, so he said, "All of them were dismantled, leaving a sofa and a bed."

A group of people on standby: "..." They are moving, not demolishing.

Not long after, the decoration team also came.

In one afternoon, the good room turned into a rough room, the walls were pitted and pitted, and it looked extremely depressed.

When Han Yu found this place, he saw this lonely scene. Fu Yizheng who begged him to come over was sitting in the living room on the dusty sofa.

Fu Yizhen was wearing a cute fur pajamas, a goose yellow Pikachu, very cute, and two floppy ears.

Han Yu took a second look.

He held the doorknob, looked around, and gradually frowned as he looked around... so broken!

When he came in, the greenery and facilities in the community were much better than his home. He thought it was a wealthy area, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

He held onto the edge of the door, and carefully closed the crumbling door, the last one, fearing that an accident would cause him to fall down suddenly.

The door is an old door newly installed by the renovation team.

Han Yu walked over and said, "Is this your home?"

Fu Yizheng stood up, wanted to come over, moved his hands blindly, and said, "Are you here?" He staggered and knelt on the ground with a "boom".

"Sit there," Han Yu looked at it and said displeasedly, "I'll come over."

Fu Yizhen stood up with his hands on the ground, "I thought you wouldn't come."

Han Yu: "...Didn't I come here?" I begged him, can he not come?Besides, he also wanted to know about Fu Yizheng's situation, for fear that he would be overwhelmed.

He is here on leave.

There was still class in the afternoon, Wu Ji listened and asked him why, he lied, saying that he had a cold and a headache.

Wu Ji observed him and found that he was indeed in a bad state of mind. Without doubt, he was given a leave of absence.

Han Yu: "Your feet still hurt?"

Fu Yixuan almost said that it didn't hurt anymore, but when he thought that Han Yu would come over as soon as he begged for it, he turned his lips and said, "It hurts a little."

Han Yu went over, hugged him horizontally, walked towards the broken sofa, and said mercilessly, "Then why are you still walking and want to use a cane?"

Hearing this, Fu Yizheng laughed, "You're still so speechless."

"Shut up, laugh!" Han Yu couldn't help laughing, and said, "You're so heavy."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll mess with you again in the future?" Fu Yizhang raised his head, looking at him out of focus.

Han Yu looked back and said half-threateningly: "You think I will be afraid of you, if you provoke me, you will still slap you."

He put him down and sat beside him, Fu Yizheng suddenly said, "Brother Yu?"

Han Yu gave an unidentified "um" and asked, "Why are you calling Brother Yu?"

Fu Yizheng said: "I'm hungry."

Han Yu got up: "Wait a minute."

He went around the room and found the kitchen, but there was no fire.The stove was just removed this afternoon.