Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan had long legs and walked away quickly.

Wen Yu stood there watching for a while, and found that neither of them followed the other, and they did have a way along the way.

All the scattered classmates left, and people in other classes didn't know him well, and they didn't know how to say hello to him. For a while, Wen Yu's face was expressionless.

He was always like that when he was alone.

On this section of the road, the street lights were extraordinarily bright and there were few street trees. Fu Yuhan's white school uniform almost melted into the light.

Fortunately, Wen Yu has good eyesight.

He could easily find that person's body curve in the outline of the wide school uniform, as if he had observed it countless times and remembered it all in his mind.

Soon after, Fu Yuhan turned a corner at the end of the road and disappeared.

Wen Yu lowered his head and rubbed his temples, then frowned.

Recently, he seems to be too obsessed with teasing Fu Yuhan.

It is true that the various reactions of that person when he is upset are very interesting, but how should I put it... Just like desserts cannot be eaten as a meal, Wen Yu feels that his recent state is not healthy.

Relying on desserts to adjust your mood is tantamount to drinking poison to quench your thirst.

No need, really no need.

Obviously there are still many ways to solve it...even if it is to solve the problem.

He turned the corner ahead, turned silently into the community he lived in, and entered the unit building.

It was late at night, and there was no one in the residence. He put down his schoolbag and thought about it. Instead of picking up his homework, he grabbed the key and walked to the room that was always locked.

Inserting the key into the keyhole and turning it half a turn, Wen Yu paused, closed his eyes, leaned his forehead against the door, and sighed.

Then he opened his eyes, finally opened the door, pushed the door in, and shut himself in.

At dawn on the second day, Wen Yu came out of the room rubbing his somewhat messy hair, locked it as usual, and went into the bathroom with a dejected expression.

He didn't leave the bathroom until he returned to a refreshed state, put on a clean school uniform as usual, and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

In the early morning, the busy people were still sleeping, and only the owner of the breakfast shop was busy on the road outside the community.

Wen Yu ordered a bowl of wontons, sat on the side of the street and ate them slowly before heading to school.

After transferring to No. [-] Middle School for more than half a month, it was the first time for him to go to school so early. When he arrived at the school gate, the gate was still open, and even the small door for people to enter and exit was ajar.

In the reception room, the security guard who was on the night shift was drowsy, waiting for his colleagues on the day shift to change shifts.The campus was so quiet that only the chirping of birds remained.

Wen Yu suddenly remembered something was wrong when he reached the second floor - he came so early, did the classroom door open?

He usually behaves very "standardly", and usually goes to school, neither early nor late, although he has heard that Fu Yuhan is responsible for opening and locking the door, but he has never seen it.

But soon, Wen Yu realized that he was worrying too much.

The classroom door of Class [-] opened as soon as it was turned, and the skinny boy was sleeping in the corner, his thin arms stretched out of the desk, and the naturally drooping hands made the distinct wrist bones look particularly prominent.

Fu Yuhan slept soundly, even if Wen Yu deliberately made a little noise when he sat down, he didn't open his eyes, it must have been a long time.

The sky light fell on his face, and Wen Yu seemed to be able to see a layer of extremely fine fluff on the exposed skin, which was clean and harmless, completely different from the "keep close to strangers" that he was wearing when he was awake.

Wen Yu sat still and watched for a while.

It wasn't until Fu Yuhan frowned and changed the direction to continue sleeping, with an unexplained moan in his throat, that Wen Yu seemed to have regained his senses.

He froze for two seconds, then smiled, not knowing what he was laughing at.

He unloaded his schoolbag, took out the unfinished homework last night in the quiet sky, and started to write the paper.

Perhaps the biggest difference between a top student and a scumbag lies in the efficiency of writing papers.Even though Wen Yu didn't open his schoolbag after arriving home last night, he still finished his homework before the morning self-study started.

perfect.

Facts have proved that the occasional indulgence will not affect his life trajectory, and Wen Yu is very satisfied with the homework he completed in a pinch.

Looking up, someone in the classroom is having breakfast, someone is talking about TV series, someone is talking about video games, and someone is discussing the sports meeting.

The school spirit of No. [-] Middle School is indeed wilder than that of No. [-] Middle School.

But Wen Yu didn't think there was anything wrong with it, even if it would make him look a bit abrupt about "step by step".

Today's morning self-study was requisitioned by the head teacher. As soon as Zhou Wenkang entered the classroom, he announced that the parent meeting would be held after school this Friday.

No one was surprised by the door-opening program in the third year of high school, but when Fu Yuhan just opened his eyes, Wen Yu clearly saw him blinking three times in a daze, with a particularly dumbfounded expression.

Maybe it was because his gaze was too straightforward, not long after, Fu Yuhan slammed him over, with three points of embarrassment and two points of getting up: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Yu unconsciously twitched the corner of his lower lip: "I'm watching the full record of the collapse of the inner world of Pujiezi after a month's exam."

"...Tch," Fu Yuhan snorted, "You know what the hell."

Wen Yu didn't intend to deeply analyze Fu Yuhan's thoughts at first, but he became interested after hearing what he said.

From the morning self-study to the first class, Fu Yuhan twirled anxiously for more than an hour, and immediately went to the office after the first get out of class.

Wen Yu thought for a while, put down the book and followed.

The third grade group is on this floor, in another teaching building connected to Classes [-], [-], and [-]. There are two doors at the front and back.The desks connected to each other are in the middle of the office, with a row of cabinets on the left and a reception sofa on the right.

Because students often come to ask questions after class, the front and rear doors are open for nothing.

Fu Yuhan went in without looking back, Wen Yu walked to the door, hesitated for a while, didn't go in, but leaned against the wall, pretending to be waiting for someone.

He lowered his head, trying to distinguish the sound from the noisy environment.

"...Can you not participate, you know..."

"Fu Yuhan is in the third year of high school, I think it's still necessary for your parents to come over for such a big matter."

"but……"

He is evading.

Because other students came into the office to ask questions one after another, the noise was so loud that Wen Yu couldn't hear the key points clearly.

A little vague irritability gradually accumulated.

When the No. 12 person walked into the office after wiping him, the sound of that person's shoe kicking the office floor finally made Wen Yu unbearable.

He straightened his collar, turned around and knocked on the office door three times, and entered naturally: "Teacher Zhou."

"This parent meeting we mainly..."

Zhou Wenkang was forcibly interrupted by him in the middle of his speech, but he was not angry. He turned his head and asked gently, "Wen Yu, what's the matter with you?"

"I want to ask." Wen Yu's eyes naturally passed Fu Yuhan's face, fell on the head teacher's face, and then naturally evoked a smile, "It may not be convenient for my parents to come to the parent meeting on Friday, I invite you Can aunt or uncle come?"

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

Zhou Wenkang was a little distressed: "It's best for immediate family members to come. I was telling Fu Yuhan just now that the main purpose of the parent meeting in the third year of high school is to communicate with the parents about the students' learning status and prepare for the college entrance examination-if your parents don't have time on Friday , how about weekends?"

"I'm afraid it won't work." Wen Yu said, "This Director Yan should have communicated with you."

Wen Yu transferred to the school under the hands of Director Yan of the Academic Affairs Office. Before he came, he watched his father and the middle-aged and bald director doing Tai Chi for half a morning. At the end, he said that he was busy with work and hoped that the director would take care of him. and so on.

"I know your father is busy," Zhou Wenkang said, "but what about your mother? The director told me before that you can contact your mother if you need anything."

"That's what my dad said." Wen Yu smiled, then frowned, pretending to be distressed and said, "That's my stepmother."

Zhou Wenkang didn't expect this turning point, and was taken aback.Fu Yuhan looked back at Wen Yu again.

From the corner of his eye, Fu Yuhan didn't seem to have any special expression, Wen Yu couldn't tell what he was thinking.

But he didn't come here to dissect himself.

"Actually, I usually take care of myself. If it weren't for the parents' association not allowing the students to participate, I can come by myself." Wen Yu said, "Auntie usually takes care of me more in daily life, I think she can come, you What do you think?"

"This..." Zhou Wenkang hesitated.

It is true that Wen Yu's grades are very good.

Such students are actually not the focus of communication at the parent meeting, because they generally have strong self-care abilities and have plans for themselves.

Before he could think it over, Wen Yu had already made a decision for him: "How about this, Teacher Zhou, I'll go back and ask my parents, and try to let them come. If the time is really not available, I may only let my aunt come. gone."

"...It's okay, try to let your parents come in person."

"Okay, thank you teacher." After Wen Yu finished speaking, he asked Fu Yuhan very naturally, "Are you going back to the classroom? Go back together?"

Fu Yuhan was puzzled by his question.

Zhou Wenkang stopped him for a while: "No, he hasn't finished talking yet, you have to go back to yourself first—Fu Yuhan, your situation is different from Wen Yu, I hope your parents will come over no matter what .”

Wen Yu just wanted to hear this, so he didn't move.

Students kept coming in the office, so it didn't seem strange for him to stay here.

Fu Yuhan frowned, a little reluctantly: "If they can come, why would I tell you this, isn't it because they can't come?"

"Your mother isn't that busy, is she? I talked to her last year."

"I'm not busy at work," Fu Yuhan looked at the tip of his shoe, "busy taking care of her daughter."

"What about your dad?"

"He..." Fu Yuhan bit his lip and remained silent.

"As a parent, you are busy all year long not just for your children. I really have to hold a parent-teacher meeting, and each of these parents has less time than the other." Seeing his silent look, Zhou Wenkang shook his head, "You are the same as Wen Yu. Try to fight for it, okay? Fu Yuhan, the teacher doesn't want to give up on you. I have to communicate with the parents about some things. I know you are in a special situation. The teacher will spend more time at worst. When do you see when they are free? The teacher is here Wait here—even if it's on the phone, okay?"

"...Oh." Fu Yuhan paused, "But don't expect too much."

Zhou Wenkang sighed heavily.

He turned and left.Seeing this, Wen Yu greeted the class teacher and came out of the office.

Fu Yuhan could hear his footsteps without turning his head, his impatience welled up, and he couldn't hold back anymore: "Are you a follower?"

"May you go to the office," Wen Yu asked back, "I'm not allowed to go?"

"..." Fu Yuhan curled his lips, "Then don't follow me."

As he said, he turned his footsteps and was about to walk to the other side.

The connecting hub of the air corridor is a fancy intersection, and the direction he is walking is not the classroom of Class [-].

At that moment, Wen Yu suddenly grabbed his arm with an impulse he didn't know where it came from.

Fu Yu looked back with cold eyes.

There are people coming and going, and the rumor that the two bosses in class six "dated a fight for love" has just passed.

Fu Yuhan's iconic face, at least no one in the second and third year of high school did not know it.

For a while, the rate of return was overwhelming.

There was no smile on Wen Yu's usually gentle face: "Skipping class again?"

"It has something to do with you?"

"No." Wen Yu lowered his eyes, and when he raised his eyelids again, he forced himself to smile, "But I'm a little curious."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

"What's going on in your house?"

Fu Yuhan snorted lightly, and pulled his arm back: "Will you tell me about your family's situation?"

Wen Yu didn't respond for a while.

"You want to hear other people's stories if you're so dishonest." Fu Yuhan asked, "Hey, don't you think you're a bit strange? You don't listen to Yang Fan's stories, why do you keep asking about mine?"

Regarding this point, Wen Yu himself didn't think too much about it.

But apart from reading, he did other things according to his preferences, so he didn't delve into it. He just said casually: "Yang Fan? His family is harmonious, so what stories can he tell?"

"That's right. It seems that I have a better relationship with him." Fu Yuhan said, leaning forward with his pockets in his pocket, leaning his face towards Wen Yu, watching him and said word by word, "But I won't I told you."

From such a close distance, Wen Yu could almost smell the fragrance of the bath liquid on his body.

The borneol mint is cool and penetrates into the nasal cavity.

The bright sky dilutes the presence of the other party's white skin, and in the end Wen Yu only remembers the pair of eyes staring at him, dark and dark, as if hiding many inexplicable things.

"Then I'll ask myself." Wen Yu lowered his eyes, condescendingly, without a subject in his sentence, and didn't know who he was talking about, "There is no secret that can't be revealed, if it doesn't work once, I'll ask it twice or three times... Will always figure it out."

"I don't have any specialties, I just have the strongest thirst for knowledge."

The author has something to say: Curiosity is the first step to fall :)