Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan made a big fuss at his third aunt's house and smashed his cousin's Lego set.

He seldom gets angry like that, coupled with the cold temperament on his body, he is like a hell Shura, scaring the spoiled bear cousin who has never been beaten by anyone so frightened that he cried wildly.

In fact, usually, his temper is not as bad as it looks.In the past, when his cousin took some valuable old things from him, he would quarrel with his mother at most, and he would not make trouble at the third aunt's house.

He thought he was doing well enough, but he didn't really care about that much.

But, why, even his model has to move?

Fu Yuhan really didn't understand.

"Fu Yuhan! Are you crazy and came here to smash your brother's toys?"

"He doesn't know that other people's things can't be touched unless he smashes something at him." Fu Yu stared coldly at the third aunt, pointed at his cousin who was crying loudly, and said word by word, "Also, you guys I don’t care about coming home to find my mother, but if he wants to come into my room again, I can call him until you don’t even know him.”

The third aunt may have never been contradicted by anyone before, her eyes widened three times in shock: "What are you talking about? Do you know who you are talking to? How old are you and you still care about a toy with your cousin? Why are you so tempered?" big?"

"I know what I'm talking about and who I'm talking to. That's just my attitude. If you don't believe me, you can try it and see if your son will go to the hospital next time." Fu Yuhan put down these words and was about to leave. By the door, she turned around suddenly, "Oh, yes, Third Aunt."

He looked directly at the eyes of the third aunt who were so frightened that they seemed to be tearing out of their sockets, "You and your sister are really just as arrogant."

So arrogant that he never asked him what he thought.

It seems that he is so tall and big, but he can't think and has no emotions.

As expected of sisters.

Even the words are about the same.

"What's your attitude? How can you say that about elders? Fu Yuhan! Fu Yuhan!! You come back to me! I, I'm going to tell your mother—"

Go and tell, Fu Yuhan thought.

love whoever.

He is not used to it.

Fu Yuhan quickly walked out of the unit building, and left this neighborhood that made him bored even at a glance. While walking aimlessly, he rubbed the fracture of the Gunpla with his fingers.

He was angry and at a loss, not knowing where he was going or what he was going to do now.

A senior high school student still has homework even if there is a sports meeting. There are still several unwritten papers in his bag, but he can't work hard.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fu Yuhan suddenly stopped.

There is no village, no store, and nothing in this place, but he knows where the route he walked subconsciously leads to.

It's Yang Fan's family.

Yang Fan's house was very close to his childhood home. At that time, Fu Yuhan would go to his house to play no matter whether he was happy or not, and he didn't need to say hello in advance.

But when they grew up, the two of them had their own affairs, and some consciousness took root and sprouted, so there was an extra step of greeting before the visit.

Later, his parents divorced, they were far away, and his schoolwork became heavy, so Fu Yuhan disappeared less and less.

The small shop by the roadside propped up a gorgeous light shadow in the dark night. Fu Yuhan stared at the road ahead for a while, then sighed suddenly, walked to a stone pier by the roadside and sat down, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Yang Fan. send Message.

He doesn't want to go home tonight, he always has to find a place for himself to live.

Fu Yuhan: What time do you leave school?

Yang Fan: 10:[-], why?

Fu Yuhan: It's okay.

Yang Fan:? ?Brother, if you have something to say, why did you do this with me.

Fu Yuhan: It's not a big deal, let's talk about it after school.

Well, he just needs a little time to organize his words.

They were classmates and lived close to each other. The parents of the two families knew each other. Yang Fan could be said to be the only friend who knew something about his messy family situation.

It's only 7 o'clock now, and there are still several hours until 10 o'clock.

……

Fu Yuhan sat on the stone pier for a long time, halfway he was a little hungry, remembered that he hadn't had dinner yet, so he went nearby to buy two pies to satisfy his hunger, and sat back down again.

He saw sticky couples passing by, couples arguing as they walked, students rushing to tutoring, and workers who had just left work.

Many, many people, of all colors, revealed their true faces under the night.

They all have a purpose, but he doesn't.

He stayed in a daze for half an hour, took out a sketchbook from his bag, and began to draw with the help of a little light in front of the tavern not far away.

"...Fu Yuhan?"

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice suddenly came from around. Fu Yuhan looked up and saw Wen Yu in the dark.

He was wearing something very different from usual—a black shirt with three buttons unbuttoned, his fair chest looming at the overlapping neckline, the hem of his shirt hanging outside, and a pair of slim-fitting slacks on his legs.

He stood with his pockets in his pockets, his whole face had a gloomy expression, his complexion was a little fairer than usual, and correspondingly were those eyes, which were so black that they seemed to be bottomless.

It was the first time Fu Yuhan saw Wen Yu like this, he was stunned for several seconds and almost didn't dare to recognize him.

Seeing Fu Yuhan raised his head, Wen Yu took two steps forward, walking from the dark place to a bright place.At this time, Fu Yuhan suddenly noticed that he was wearing a stud earring with a diamond on his left ear, which was a little bit lighted by the street lamp.

Sure enough, the one he saw on his ear last time was the pierced ear.

Wen Yu walked closer, his voice hoarse: "Why are you here?"

Fu Yuhan frowned, and subconsciously leaned back: "How much did you drink?"

"Not much."

"……real or fake."

Fu Yuhan almost thought that Wen Yu had just been fished out of the wine jar. There were still several steps between the two of them, and he could already smell the soaring smell of wine on each other.

"Not much," Wen Yu smiled, "Does it smell bad?"

"No." Fu Yuhan sat back, "It's just that I'm not used to it."

Even people who drink alcohol may not be able to smell alcohol on others, not to mention that Fu Yuhan himself has no problem with alcoholism.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes to look at him for a few seconds, then suddenly took two steps forward: "Then you can smoke."

"..."

This person's bad taste would pop up from time to time, it was really annoying, Fu Yuhan was not happy, and sneered coldly: "Smell it, just smell it."

The man's face is too high, and he is in a bad mood tonight, so he can't lose to Wen Yu in such a trivial matter.

Wen Yu gave a low laugh and brought up a different topic.Perhaps it was because of the alcohol that he spoke slowly, and the action of looking down at Fu Yuhan's sketchbook seemed a little more focused.

"You sit here and draw at night?"

"You should be."

"It's great interest."

Fu Yuhan ignored him and lowered his head to draw.He was painting the house across the street, halfway through the painting, he didn't want to be interrupted by Wen Yu.

But Wen Yu obviously didn't think so.

He might be addicted to making people angry, and when Fu Yuhan was most devoted, he reached out and grabbed Fu Yuhan's bag.

To be precise, it was something exposed from the gap on the side of the shoulder bag pocket.

"Disassemble the craftsman machine RX-93? You actually have this—" The model was drawn halfway, Wen Yu saw the fracture on it, and was taken aback, "How did you make it like this?"

"Unlucky." Fu Yuhan didn't turn his head back, "Idiot parents, idiot children."

He didn't stop Wen Yu from touching it, it was broken anyway.

The broken parts have traces no matter how they are put together, so they cannot be repaired.

Before Wen Yu appeared, he had been sad for several hours, but now he looked calm.

Wen Yu didn't make a sound, bent down, took out the model body and broken arm from Fu Yuhan's satchel, and looked at it under the lamp for a long time.

"The workmanship is really good." Just when Fu Yuhan thought that Wen Yu didn't intend to say anything, Wen Yu said again, "I didn't buy this."

"Your young master, can you still buy it?" Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

This glance caught him by surprise.

Even for the broken Gundam, Wen Yu's movements were very careful, and his eyes were extremely focused.For some reason, Fu Yuhan suddenly felt like "this person is not acting now, but really likes Gundam".

"During the release period, my dad was always at home, so I couldn't buy it." Wen Yu said softly, "He doesn't like me playing with this kind of thing, and I can only buy it quietly when he's not at home."

Fu Yuhan looked at him for a while.

"If you like it so much, I'll give it to you."

Wen Yu was slightly taken aback.

The gaze he cast over made Fu Yuhan suddenly a little uncomfortable, turned his head, and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, it's broken, isn't it...and it can't be repaired."

The details of the street scene were left undrawn, Fu Yuhan hurriedly finished, closed the sketchbook, rummaged through his bag, and stuffed all the pieces of Gunpla into Wen Yu.

"Okay, okay, take it and leave quickly." Fu Yuhan started to chase people away, "It's blocking me from drawing."

There were ten minutes before 10 o'clock, and he didn't want to call Yang Fan in front of Wen Yu.

"I don't want to owe you anything." Wen Yu said suddenly, "You gave me something, and I have to give you something back."

The tone of these words was different from the past, Fu Yuhan suspected that he was drunk: "What are you going to give me?"

Wen Yu didn't answer.

"Leave without saying anything, I'm going to draw."

"Say it." Wen Yu paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Do you have nowhere to go?"

Fu Yuhan froze for a moment.

"Yang Fan asked me on WeChat just now, is there something wrong with today's sports meeting?" Wen Yu stared at him, "Today's sports meeting is quite eventful, which one do you think I should answer him better?"

"...Yang Fan called you over?"

Wen Yu blinked: "How is it possible, I just happened to pass by."

Fu Yuhan fell silent.

Thinking about it carefully, he hasn't told Yang Fan where he is yet, and Yang Fan can't tell Wen Yu the exact coordinates even if he tipped off the news.

Yang Fan was worried that something happened to him and refused to tell, so there was no problem asking Wen Yu, who was in the same class.

But he was a little unhappy.

How should I put it, it's just... He thought he had a little secret with Yang Fan behind Wen Yu's back, but it turned out that his love rival knew everything, which was very frustrating.

"Is there nowhere to go?" Wen Yu asked again.

"Yes," Fu Yuhan said angrily, "Is it interesting to see me in a mess?"

Wen Yu neither smiled nor was he very serious, his expression was subtle: "Then you...would you like to go to my house?"

"what?"

"I live alone, you don't have to worry about meeting your parents..."

"No," Fu Yuhan didn't understand, "Yang Fan's mother likes me very much, if I don't stay at Yang Fan's house, why should I go to your place?"

"But since I know you're staying overnight, how can I let you go alone?" Wen Yu asked, "Did you forget that we are rivals in love?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Either live at Yang Fan's house together," Wen Yu said, "Or go to my house, you choose one."

Fu Yuhan was dumbfounded.