tear up a white paper

The two had their own concerns, and silently ate the sweet cake. The cake was fragrant but not overpowering, sweet but not greasy, and the workmanship was excellent. It is worthy of being a famous international hotel in the local area. It is the most popular restaurant in the western food department of "Goose Corridor". of a cake.

Han Fei didn't know the cake or the box, but Yuan Hua did.It is said that the pastry chef was specially dug back from Paris by the hotel. Before working as a baker, he was a student of sculpture at the most famous Academy of Fine Arts in Paris.

And the West Point on the "Goose Corridor" is his mother's favorite, and his stepfather... that person often brings cakes from this family back to make his mother happy.

He took two bites, and looked at Han Fei, who was also absent-minded, both of them felt aggrieved after eating.Suddenly Yuan Hua reached out and tapped some cream on his fingertips, and wiped it on Han Fei's face.

"..."

"Hehe..." Yuan Hua laughed, and while Han Fei was still in a daze, he wiped a little more, and quickly laughed, "Hahaha..." He wanted to fool him.

"..."

"Teacher..." Yuan Huasheng was afraid of touching his brow, bent over to probe, and looked nervously at Han Fei: "I..."

"Ha!" Han Fei took the opportunity to throw the cake in his hand, slapped the whole piece of cake on Yuan Hua's face, and with lightning speed, grabbed the remaining two pieces on the table and wiped them all on Yuan Hua's face. On his face, on his body, after causing trouble, he turned around and ran away!

"..."

"Hahahahaha..."

"Teacher, you—"

"You made trouble first!" Han Fei laughed, like a little naughty ghost who did bad things, hiding and hiding in the small dormitory to prevent himself from being caught, but he was caught easily!

Yuan Hua grabbed Han Fei, the cake was gone, and now he didn't know where to start if he wanted to fight back!He was still trying to figure out a way, but Han Fei pretended to be serious with a stern face, and said confidently with his chest straight: "It was you first! It was you!"

"..." Yuan Hua had a bitter face, there was nothing he could do about it!He always said that he was a child, but he looked even more like a child who hadn't grown up than himself!Yuan Hua gradually loosened his grip, he didn't want to make him angry.

"..."

"Hahahahahaha..." Han Fei still couldn't hold his breath, and he couldn't hold his breath for a second. He laughed himself first, and said, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all yours." wrong!"

"Yes yes yes, I was wrong, my fault!" Yuan Hua couldn't help but laugh, Han Fei seemed to be a different person today, and his mood was so good to the extreme!He had never seen him laugh so heartily, nor heard him speak in such a loud voice!He couldn't figure out which sentence of his was true and which sentence was false, he hugged Han Fei vainly, and held him in his arms so that he wouldn't fall down, secretly thinking that he was the child, and he was a child when he quarreled He is still a child when he laughs heartily, his temperament is like the face of a child with uncertain weather, it is the day of March!

But isn't Han Fei's birthday in March?

He is a natural child!

Children are the ancestors of their parents!

Yuan Hua responded, while thinking about where he was wrong, why did he provoke this ancestor!

"Hey," Han Fei laughed for a while, but suddenly stopped. He asked, "Are you celebrating my birthday?"

"Yes." Yuan Hua nodded, and asked anxiously: "But I found out too late, I didn't prepare a gift..."

"I want a ready-made one, no need to prepare it," Han Fei asked the people behind him in a low voice, "Would you like it?"

"Okay." Yuan Hua nodded and said solemnly, "I am willing."

"Then let go."

Yuan Hua was stunned, and let go of Han Fei as he said.

"Turn around."

With a question mark in his head, Yuan Hua spun his feet, turned his back to Han Fei, and his heart beat violently.Suddenly, he felt hands drop from his shoulders, gently clenching his strong shoulder muscles.He recognized those hands, they were extremely familiar to him, those slender hands that were like branches but dared not touch after several attempts to shake them.

Han Fei propped up his hands, Yuan Hua was half a head taller than him, so he had to leap forward with all his strength and threw himself onto Yuan Hua's back.

Yuan Hua only felt extremely nervous, but before the tension passed, his heart was hit, and the beating suddenly turned into a pounding sound.He quickly reached out to support Han Fei to prevent him from falling off his back.

"teacher--"

Han Fei covered his mouth to keep him from making a sound, then wrapped his arms around Yuan Hua's neck, and buried his face deeply into the socket of his neck.

Yuan Hua trembled his lips, and lightly pinched the slender and soft fingers covering his lips. It was fragrant, sweet, but not sticky, and faintly faint, as if there was no scent lingering in his nose. , that is unique to Han Fei, mixed with the taste of oil paint.

He was so nervous that he was about to die.

His heart almost popped out of his throat!However, almost was only almost after all, his heart didn't jump out, and after that breath was relieved, he came back to life.

The person hiding behind Yuan Hua suddenly began to tremble slightly, suppressed and patient, he could hardly hear his voice, but he knew that he was sobbing.

"..." Yuan Hua suddenly recovered.

He is crying.

Tears fell into Yuan Hua's neck, the scorching heat made his heart ache, as if he was strangled by something, and it hurt to hold back.He didn't dare to speak, he tried his best to tilt his head, and rubbed his cheek against the top of Han Fei's head, trying to comfort him.

"...Why don't you want me...Dad..."

Yuan Hua closed his eyes, and Han Fei's unspoken past appeared in his mind.

For many years, on Han Fei's birthday, the father and son could only hide in the corner of the school with their mother and son behind their backs, and share a small cake... Saying happy birthday, they walked together for a period of time where only the father and son lived together. Road, and then...then it's like Cinderella and the twelve o'clock clock, the bell rings, and Cinderella turns back to herself.He has nothing, not even the shadow of the cake, except the vague memory like a dream.

They are father and son, but like all the students who secretly pass notes between classes, when the class bell rings, they can only return to their own fields and do what they should do.

He went home and faced his wife and young son.

He returned to the classroom, facing the textbook teacher and the classmates in the dormitory.

He only has a father.

But his only father had already left him.

But for a moment, Yuan Hua opened his eyes again.He didn't have such a deep relationship with his father. Maybe his father once looked at the scenery on the street behind his back like this, but he didn't remember it.He doesn't miss his own father, let alone his stepfather, even for his mother, he doesn't have such a sense of dependence, especially after his younger brother was born.

He just depends on him a little bit.

By the time he realized it, he had already turned into a habit around him.

He doesn't understand his strong emotions any more than he understands his beautiful paintings.

Despite the tears falling, he supported Han Fei and sent him up, and slowly circled back and forth in the small dormitory behind his back.

Even if he doesn't understand his paintings, he still likes to watch him paint and likes his paintings.

And this kind of birthday gift, he gives, he can afford it, he is willing to give it, as long as he wants it, even if he just hugs him and mourns his deceased father...

He would too.

only……

He could no longer just look at him up close.

It's long gone.

Yuan Hua carried Han Fei on his back, and after coaxing the crying tired man to sleep, he gently put him on the bed, opened the quilt and covered him, fetched a towel to wipe off the cream on his face, and sat on the ground watching Han Fei was already asleep with red eye sockets.

The closed eyelids blocked the shallow, almost indifferent defensive eyes, which made him look more like a child.

Yuan Hua couldn't help raising his hand and reaching out to Han Fei, but he didn't dare to touch him again, and didn't dare to touch his silky hair.

He laughed, almost laughing at his cautiousness and cowardice. He stared ten thousand times in his heart as a coward without courage, but he still didn't dare to touch it.

Yuan Hua turned around and leaned against the bed, and took out his mobile phone. There was only one phone number in it, teacher.

He pressed the keyboard button to delete the word "teacher" and replace it with two other words.

Then, he opened the SMS mailbox, and there was still only one contact person in it, Han Fei.

It was midnight on New Year's Eve, and Han Fei replied to him: Happy New Year.

After hesitating again and again, he made up his mind and pressed the send button.

The time in the third year of high school is like the days when you have your own wings, and the exam papers are flying around.Candidates are like migrating geese. Under the guidance of the old geese, they fly to the same place under the leadership of the head geese. Everyone is very busy. After the hundred-day swearing-in meeting, every corner of the campus is filled with Silent gunpowder, low pressure everywhere.

Candidates are under too much pressure, throwing things and flipping tables is commonplace. What's more, they start to cry for no reason. There are constant quarrels, and it's like a war everywhere.Even the students who were leading the first and second grades began to worry, for fear that one would accidentally touch the back scales of the candidates.They were also extremely nervous, and suddenly behaved like tiny ants in the corner, living with trepidation and care!

In this kind of place where teaching is everywhere, being tied up at any time, distraction is like a big mistake, landmines can be stepped on at any time and anywhere, and the place explodes, the teachers are like evil gods, and the students are like being in purgatory Confused, I just want to escape!

Fortunately, they still have a breeze, art teacher.

He doesn't need to speak, standing quietly on the podium, or gently blowing across the classroom door, passing through the campus, can blow away the dark clouds in many people's hearts, and present a ray of sunshine in the hearts of students, just It can nourish the irritated and dry hearts, and it will also attract many stares.

[Male God] Begging for a photo of the male god!

As in the title, please ask for a recent photo of the male god Teacher Han, preferably on March 3rd...

[Nympho] The male god didn't smile again today!

[Discussion] How many white shirts does the male god have?

【Photo】Ninety-four male god, you deserve it! (updated from time to time)

[Topic] Will the girl next to the male god be you?

【Gossip】Who is the man next to the male god?

[Article] Rescue the Goddess

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The discussion section of the campus website opened up a special session for "Ninety-Four Male God Han Fei". It only talked about Han Fei and things related to Han fans, and it was full of posts like this.

Han Fei didn't know about this.

Chapter 26