Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"The third grade group—"

The sound of the broadcast resounded throughout the stadium, and everyone held their breaths, waiting for the final result.

"No.1, Class 3, Senior Three, 189 points."

As the "big family" of sports students, the third class is not surprising to get this score. Except for the opening ceremony evaluation that does not require physical fitness, they almost won the No.1 in all events.

The focus is on the back.

The six classes of people who were looking forward to it all stopped their movements and glanced involuntarily at the rostrum.

"No.2, senior year——"

"Class 6—"

"yeah!!!"

A burst of cheers erupted from the stand area where Class Six was located.But they quickly quieted down and listened to the detailed score.

"165 points..."

"Hey, class three is indeed class three, and it has scored so many points." The difference between the classes in the back is not as big as that of No. Dad is here to pick me up, will you go to the hospital together? It’s rare that we get out of school early today, so let’s go out to play after the examination!”

"You can't keep your voice down." Fu Yuhan stood up with his schoolbag in his hand, "No, I have something to do."

"Are you really busy?" Wen Yu looked back at him.

Unlike in the morning when they were separated by three seats, the two of them are quite close now. When Wen Yu turned his head, he almost bumped into Fu Yuhan's head.

Fu Yuhan was surprised by his question: "Didn't I just say that over there?"

"I thought you were looking for an excuse not to eat." Wen Yu said.

"If you really don't want to go, do you need to find a reason? If you don't want to go, then it's over." Fu Yuhan looked indifferent, picked up his bag and went down the steps, and put a small white bottle into Wen Yu's jacket pocket as he passed by, "I'm leaving."

Wen Yu took it out and saw that it was the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao.

He was slightly startled, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

The broadcast is coming to an end, which means that today's sports meeting is coming to an end, and people from all grades pack their schoolbags and head out.

Fu Yuhan left the stadium along with the crowd, and walked slowly to the nearest bus stop.

I don't know what happened, the car he was waiting for came very slowly today, the three people waiting for the car around him changed several times, and the car they were waiting for didn't come without saying anything, instead they waited for Wen Yu who walked extremely slowly.

"You take the bus?" Fu Yuhan was very surprised, "Where's your Maserati?"

"Where's the Maserati?" Wen Yule said, "I won't go back to my dad's place today."

"You live with your mother too?"

This question was completely subconscious, and after asking Fu Yuhan suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing.

When Mingming was in the office last time, Wen Yu told the class teacher in front of him that his mother was a stepmother.

Everyone has something that they don't want to talk about with outsiders. He is not as curious as Wen Yu, and he has no intention of delving into it.

Fu Yuhan quickly shut his mouth, lowering his eyes to pretend that he had never asked such a wicked question.Unexpectedly, Wen Yu didn't seem to be angry at all, but smiled lightly instead.

The rising tail sound is inexplicably clear in the noisy car engine.

"I live by myself."

"Rent a house?" Fu Yuhan didn't know what came to his mind.

"No, I bought it." Wen Yu smiled happily, "Whatever my dad wants as a coming-of-age gift."

"..." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "Then you are really a young master."

But it also reminded him.

As long as the economy allows, he can move out, there is no need to live at home.

Not long after Wen Yu arrived, the car that Fu Yuhan had been waiting for for eternity finally arrived.He got in the car, found a seat in the back row and sat down, and then found Wen Yu walking beside him.

The car drove towards No. [-] Middle School. There were quite a few people living near the school. Behind Wen Yu, a group of No. [-] Middle School students cheered up.

If given a choice, Fu Yuhan would not sit with Wen Yu, but he saw Zhou Xiangyan in the crowd.

The body moved faster than the brain, and he grabbed Wen Yu's hand.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and cast a questioning look.

At the same time, Zhou Xiangyan, who had just gotten into the car, seemed to have noticed this, and smiled at Fu Yuhan through the air.Fu Yuhan always had no expression on his face, just nodded at him.

Wen Yu followed his gaze and looked back.

"Sit here?" Fu Yuhan asked, "There is a place."

"Hmm..." Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, smiled lightly, and sat down.

The bus staggered all the way, and after three stops, many students who had been excited all day had exhausted their energy and fell asleep. Wen Yu glanced aside halfway, but saw Fu Yuhan who was always sleepy keep your eyes open.

It was four or ten minutes after finally driving to the vicinity of the No. 10 Middle School. A group of students got out of the car noisily and scattered away. Only Fu Yuhan stood still.

"Aren't you leaving?" Wen Yu glanced back.

Fu Yuhan didn't say much: "I'll wait, you go first."

Wen Yu tilted his head, shrugged, and walked back instead.

Fu Yuhan: "?"

"Then I'll wait a little longer." Wen Yu said.

With his pockets in his pockets, he stood side by side with Fu Yuhan on the platform, as if he was waiting for the train with confidence.Fu Yuhan frowned: "Are you poisonous?"

This may be his biggest expression, Wen Yu stared at him and smiled for a long time: "Why are you so funny."

"..."

Fu Yuhan felt that he had encountered a ghost.

In order not to be led into Shenjingbing by Wen Yu who had taken the wrong medicine, Fu Yuhan raised his leg and crossed the road when the green light came on.He walked through the gate of No. [-] Middle School and walked to the school road that he had walked countless times.

Wen Yu took his time and stayed behind him for more than ten meters, playing with the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao in his pocket with his fingers.

Soon, he walked to the gate of the community where his residence was located.

The light was not turned on in the reception room, and the doorman sat there reading the newspaper as usual.It was a leisurely and quiet afternoon, Wen Yu thought about it, but didn't go inside, turned around and followed Fu Yuhan.

"So," he sneered at his obscenity in a low voice, "people will eventually grow into what they hate the most."

This is a long road, Fu Yuhan walks it most of the time, and occasionally takes a car.

Originally, he was supposed to get off the bus two stops later, but firstly, he didn't want to bump into Zhou Xiangyan; secondly, he wanted to take the opportunity to think about something, so he got off at No. [-] Middle School early.

He came before the parent meeting, but Fu Xuecheng didn't come back when he was on a business trip. Although his stepmother had always been gentle and warm to him...but that was her stepmother after all, and Fu Yuhan had nothing to talk to her, so he came back.

Today, Fu Xuecheng came back from a business trip. It is said that he was on the plane in the morning. He should be home by now.

Fu Yuhan was a little hesitant about how to speak.

With things in mind, the road seemed very short, and when he recovered, he was already standing at the door of the unit building.

The buildings in this community are quite special, they are all small buildings, and each building has two large apartment-style duplexes. Fu Xuecheng lives on the first floor of one of them.

Fu Yuhan rubbed his hands to relieve the anxiety in his heart, and pressed the doorbell.

There were footsteps coming from inside, and a middle-aged woman who looked like a nanny opened the door not long after.

"You are……?"

"I'm looking for Fu Xuecheng." Fu Yuhan tugged at the belt of his schoolbag, with no expression on his face, "I'm his son."

"Oh." The nanny was taken aback, "Wait a minute."

She walked in, and there was a sound from the door.Fu Yuhan looked down at the carpet at the door and recognized the brand.

This is his favorite brand because it looks good.When he was young, he had no concept of price and would only pick the best-looking ones. Later, his father never bought carpets of other brands, and he never thought that this habit could be preserved to this day.

Fu Xuecheng was resting at home, and quickly walked out from the inside, with a face full of surprise: "Xiao Han? Why are you free to come over today... Are you after school?"

"There is a sports meeting today, and school is over early." Fu Yuhan glanced into the room, "Zhou Xiangyan didn't come home?"

"Look at my memory, I forgot that you are now in the same school." Fu Xuecheng laughed and patted himself on the head, "I'm really old."

"It's okay." Fu Yuhan looked at his face, "Not old."

"My son said that I am not old, so I am not old. Come on, come in quickly, and eat here today?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "My sister hasn't been well recently, I have to go back to eat."

Fu Xuecheng frowned.

"I'm here because I have something to say." Fu Yuhan licked his lips, "Dad."

"Ok?"

"I haven't asked you for any money these years." He paused, "I want to learn to draw."

To learn painting, he needs to take training classes, and if possible, he also wants to study abroad.

His father may not agree to the latter, after all, this is not a small amount of money, and the uncertainty is too great - the application is a problem, and Yang Fan is also a problem, and he himself is hesitating.

Regarding the future, Fu Yuhan was somewhat at a loss.

It's strange to say that he would never show weakness in front of his mother, but he can speak out these troublesome things very freely when he comes to his father.

After all, Fu Xuecheng has eaten more rice than Fu Yuhan for decades, and he can still give some suggestions.

The father and son sat in the living room and talked for a while, Zhou Xiangyan came out halfway to pour a glass of water, and greeted Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan nodded.

"Why do you still talk so little?" Fu Xuecheng laughed, "I don't know who I learned this temper from."

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything.

The decoration of this house is not too different from the room he lived in when he was a child, and the familiarity that greets him makes him very relaxed.

"Father from the training class can give it to you, but I only have one question." Fu Xuecheng said, "Have you told your mother about this?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head.

"Then I have doubts. I haven't lost a lot of your child support expenses these years, and I call her on time every month. It's not like He Yan can't even get the money." Fu Xuecheng's voice was a little bit Bo Nu, "The child doesn't pay for school, where does her money go?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He was still young when his parents separated, so he didn't know about child support.

In theory, at this point he should have said "Go back and ask."

But he was somewhat resistant to talking about this with He Yan.

"As for studying abroad..."

Before Fu Xuecheng finished speaking, the door made a "click".

Zhou Ruoyan came back from get off work.