Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

At that moment, Fu Yuhan felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He felt that this sentence might not be referring to Yang Fan.

Wen Yu is always like this, every word he says seems to have a deep meaning, which is suppressed in his unshakable smile like a mask.

tired.

Fu Yuhan didn't like this.

So even though almost everyone was praising him, Fu Yuhan always disliked Wen Yu.

He is not as single-celled as Yang Fan, so he cannot readily become friends with Wen Yu.

Suddenly lost the interest to continue talking, Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and said: "Let's go."

He turned around, his school uniform was wrinkled by the movement, and he looked very thin.Wen Yu frowned subconsciously, and called him, "Hey, skipping classes every day won't make it to T University."

"If I don't run away, I won't be able to get in." Fu Yuhan said as he walked away.

Wen Yu stood there watching for a while.

He was a little lost in his thoughts, and he didn't realize that he was standing in the most accessible place, and it didn't take long for someone to pat him on the shoulder.Wen Yu turned around and saw Xu Qianyi standing behind him: "They came to tell me that you and Fu Yuhan have an appointment again?"

Wen Yu: "..."

He was speechless, and Xu Qianyi also looked helpless: "I changed people to chase after me every three days, and I have been fine. I didn't expect that chasing you would cause such a big trouble."

"Then do you want to take it back?" Wen Yu asked.

"The image is already like this," Xu Qianyi said, "Isn't it considered a loss to chase you once seriously?"

Wen Yu smiled, didn't answer, and went back to the classroom with her.

Sure enough, Fu Yuhan didn't come back for a class, but luckily there was only one class.

When get out of class was over, Fu Yuhan came back from outside, with a cold face, and didn't say a word about where he went.

In fact, he never mentioned it. Although Sun Wenrui and Fang Jiayuan in the front row had a good relationship with him, they didn't dare to ask, every day.Today, however, Wen Yu rarely felt a trace of impatience.

Maybe it was because eating with his dad yesterday affected his mood.

When he's in a bad mood, he's used to finding something to do for himself.This day, there were ten more test papers, and by the time school was over in the afternoon, Wen Yu had reduced to three.

He didn't take his schoolbag, he only took his mobile phone and keys back to his residence, and left school earlier than usual.

The aunt who was cooking was just loading the dishes, and before anyone left, Wen Yu came in to say hello, and suddenly remembered the parent meeting, so he asked, "Auntie, do you have time on Friday afternoon? Help me hold a parent meeting .”

"You want me to go again?" Auntie was a little helpless, "Xiaoyu, you can't do this."

"My grades are very good, and the teacher won't say anything." Wen Yu said, "My dad doesn't have time."

"Mr. Wen is really... well."

Although this cooking aunt was hired from outside, she has been working for many years and is familiar with it. Wen Yu doesn't care much about things like parent-teacher meetings, as she can do it alone, so she asks her for help every year.

He didn't mention this to Wen Ziming, and he paid for the extra bonus for his aunt himself.Auntie would talk about him, but she was an outsider after all, so she agreed after a few words.

The aroma of the freshly cooked food was on the dining table, but Wen Yu lost his appetite. When his aunt left, he took a can of beer from the refrigerator and opened it, went to the window and drank it one sip at a time.

It was still very bright, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the small road not far away. From time to time, students wearing No. [-] Middle School uniforms passed by.

It is naturally noisy when young students travel in groups, but the residential area separated by a wall is very quiet.When Wen Yu first bought a house, it was this "quietness" that Wen Yu valued.

He enjoyed this rare time alone, but with a glance, he saw a person walking by that path.

Tall and straight, with half-length black hair, the skin on his cheeks was extremely white.

Director Yao of the Student Affairs Department repeated orders, "High school students should look like students" and should carry backpacks to school.In the whole school, only Fu Yuhan was walking around with a messenger bag on his back. Wen Yu didn't need to look carefully to know that he was his good deskmate.

Fu Yuhan didn't walk fast, but his legs were long, and he disappeared at the end of the road not long after.Wen Yu froze for a moment, put the unfinished beer on the dining table casually, and walked into the bedroom.

The window of the bedroom faced the small road in another direction, and he saw Fu Yuhan again from this side.For some reason, although Fu Yuhan's walking posture didn't change much, Wen Yu felt a sense of heaviness inexplicably.

Where is he going?

The last time Fu Yuhan went home, he went to the other side, and the hospital didn't go this way.

It wasn't until the evening self-study began that Wen Yu had the opportunity to ask this question.

"Are you still fighting with me?" Fu Yuhan was slightly startled, and quickly frowned, "If you have time to inquire about me, think about what gift Yang Fan can give him on his birthday."

Wen Yu probably didn't expect him to mention this, so he thought about it and asked, "Isn't Yang Fan's birthday in November?"

"I usually start thinking about three months in advance."

"..."

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly, but didn't ask again.

It is true that perhaps the question can be answered in some simple and crude ways - such as tracking - but Wen Yu does not intend to do so.

I heard that Fu Yuhan and Yang Fan have known each other since they were three years old, and it has been almost 15 years now. Who would spend three months every year preparing birthday gifts for a fruitless secret love?

--Fool.

Playing scheming with a fool would be overkill, anyway, this person's state is as frank as a blank sheet of paper, so it's not difficult to guess.

For example, when Wen Yu came to school for two consecutive days, he found that Fu Yuhan was awake, didn't sleep in class, and didn't skip class casually; after asking a few class representatives, after all the homework was handed in, Wen Yu guessed that his sister was out of school. hospital.

For another example, as soon as Zhou Wenkang emphasized the matter of the parents' meeting in the past two days, Fu Yuhan would become very depressed, and Wen Yu guessed that he hadn't resolved the matter yet.

However, I really can't guess the more specific ones, and the amount of information is too little.

Wen Yu thought about it for two days, then sent a message to Yang Fan, inquiring about it on the sidelines, but it was a pity that the usually stubborn Yang Fan was extremely tight-lipped on this matter, so he had to give up.

Anyway... Anyway, he is only a little curious, and there is no need to mobilize people to find the answer.

Only a little bit.

After school was over on Friday, the parents arrived one after another, and the students had to stay together.When Wen Yu went to pick up his aunt at the school gate, he noticed that although Fu Yuhan went downstairs, he didn't go to the school gate.

As if he knew no one would come.

Even he himself skipped the parent-teacher meeting, and when Zhou Wenkang was talking on it, Wen Yu didn't even need to move his chair, and sat directly in Fu Yuhan's vacant seat.

Wen Yu has heard a lot of clichés. Although a standard "good student" will definitely sit upright and listen to the teachings at the parent meeting, his thoughts are flying around.

Fu Yuhan's desktop is different from his. The textbooks and teaching aids are almost all stacked on the desktop, like a watertight fortification. The drawers are full of papers. At first, Wen Yu thought that it was all accumulated and unfinished. I didn't expect him to draw out the test paper, and unexpectedly he pulled out a picture book.

Looking at the cover, it was the one that Fu Yuhan was using when he "dated" in the empty building that day. Wen Yu likes to be funny, but he didn't want to invade his privacy at will, so he stuffed the album back and took out the second book under the album.

It was a loose leaf.

Before opening it, Wen Yu thought it would be class notes. At that time, he was still thinking that Fu Yuhan was so casual in class, and he would actually take notes. Unexpectedly, when he opened it, the lines on those blank loose-leaf papers were clear, and they were all paintings.

A teenager was sleeping soundly on his desk, and the sunlight was just right, illuminating his fluffy head.

A teenager sits on a park bench reading a book with a cat on his lap.

A teenager is sitting on a swing, the swing chair is flying high, he is smiling brightly, and another teenager is standing behind him pushing.

……

After turning three pages, Wen Yu suddenly closed the loose-leaf book.

His movements were a little louder, and the aunt who pretended to be listening seriously looked back at him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yu shook his head, and stuffed the loose-leaf back as it was.

He was a little confused, and he was rarely so confused.

So this is the real privacy, Wen Yu thought.

Those paintings are full of Yang Fan's face, and...

The first painting of sleeping in class did not depict the classroom of No. [-] Middle School, but No. [-] Middle School, so maybe...these paintings are not even sketches, but pictures that Fu Yuhan imagined during his long-term secret love.

"Auntie," Wen Yu asked softly, "Have you ever seen a fool?"

"Why?" The aunt looked around, lowered her voice and approached him, for fear that other parents would hear her voice, "Are you going to criticize those students who didn't pass the exam again? I told you that this is not good, maybe you are not doing well in your studies. If you are talented, why are you talented in other places? Don’t look down on him.”

"But," he whispered, "the last one in our class is kind of silly."

The curtains around him were tightly drawn, his face was a little blurred in the light and shadow of the slide, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The first parents' meeting in the third year of high school was more like a meeting to check for omissions and fill in vacancies. Until the end, many parents surrounded Zhou Wenkang to ask questions.

Wen Yu stands out from the crowd with a score of 731. There is nothing wrong with it, and he can leave as soon as it is over. Anyway, the person who came is not a real parent. There is no need for the cooking aunt, and she is not qualified to communicate with the class teacher for him.

Before leaving the classroom, Wen Yu glanced back, but the person in charge of locking the door still didn't come back.

"Xiaoyu, are you going?" Auntie turned around and asked.

"Let's go." Wen Yu said, "You go back first, I'm wandering around the school."

"And what about your dinner?"

"I won't go back to eat. I'll buy some outside later. You should get off work early."

"Okay, then you go home early and be safe."

"Ah."

School ends early on Friday, even though the parent-teacher meeting is over, the sun has not yet set.

The entire campus is bathed in gold, a piece of tranquility and peace.

Facing the setting sun, Wen Yu took out his cell phone and called Yang Fan.

"Hey, is school over?"

"Don't you know if school is over or not?" Yang Fan asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Why don't you have time to call today?"

"I just remembered something and wanted to ask you."

"You said."

"How are you and your goddess going? Have you confessed?"

"..." Yang Fan said speechlessly, "You just called to ask this?"

"Oh, just now the Chinese teacher talked about lyrical writing and emotional expression." Wen Yu made an excuse casually, "I was wondering what it feels like to be in love secretly."

"Bitter, sour, sweet and sour become a bitter word, and I found this bitterness myself." On the other end of the phone, Yang Fan clicked his tongue twice, as if disgusted and sweet, "Looking at her every day, wondering if she is okay, I wonder if she will like me, I hope people will accept me, but I am afraid that my confession will be rejected in seconds."

"Then if there is a person..."

It’s been a while since the first and second grades ended, and the third middle school’s playground is an open field for the community, and social personnel are allowed to come in to play ball one hour after school.At this time, almost all the basketball hoops on the basketball court were occupied by people, and there were several people playing football on the football field on the playground.

The setting sun shone from far away, and a beam of light converged into a spot of light on the window frame of the empty building.

For a second, Wen Yu even wanted to do a good deed, to release this white list for Fu Yuhan.

However, at that moment, under the spot of light, he saw a faint figure flashing past the window.

After being here for half a month, Wen Yu also knew that there was a construction site behind the temporary wall opposite the playground, and there might be migrant workers walking around there.

But for no reason, he connected that figure that he didn't know if he misread it with Fu Yuhan.

"And then?" Yang Fan's voice came from the receiver, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, brother."

"Ah, it's okay." Wen Yu smiled, "I originally wanted to ask how you would feel if someone had a crush on you for a long time and you knew it, but after thinking about it, no one would like you."

"Fuck, is this what people say?"

"If you want someone to like you, wouldn't you have left the order?" Wen Yu said, "Okay, keep chasing the goddess, and try to be the first warrior among us to leave the order."

"For your good words—" Yang Fan said, "Don't even think about it. Lao He gave us a writing list last week. It's very useful. I'll send it to you later. There is no real feeling in writing lyric essays." I can express my feelings, the exam is not just a routine.”

"Well," Wen Yu lowered his eyes and chuckled, "You're right. In order to thank you for your book list, let me tell you something interesting."

"What?"

"The sports meeting will be held on Monday and Wednesday."

"Then what's the matter with the senior year?" Yang Fan's voice paused, and he gradually became terrified, "Damn, do you also open the senior year?"

"Ah."

"Why!!"

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