Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

I want to say that going to Yang Fan's house is definitely not because of any charming thoughts, but because of familiarity.Fu Yuhan doesn't have many friends, and Yang Fan is the only one who is close enough to stay overnight.

But in fact, after careful calculation, he just wanted to find a place to live, and it didn't matter where he went.

But when it comes to "going to Wenyu's house for the night", it's like someone sprinkled a handful of thin ice into the hot evening wind in late summer and early autumn. Once it blew through, his arm was electrified, and a layer of chicken skin appeared out of thin air. pimple.

Couldn't tell whether it was awkward or disgusting, Fu Yuhan immediately showed disgust.However, the person standing in front of him did not understand his disgust, but was interested in his rare ups and downs.

"If you don't talk, I'll think you chose the first one." Wen Yu's mouth regained a faint smile, and he reached into his trouser pocket to touch his phone with his empty hand, "I'll call Yang Fan Telephone……"

In the last half of the sentence, his voice lowered, but his nasal sound became more pronounced.Fu Yuhan heard a hint of alcohol from it, frowned, and pressed his hand down before dialing out the phone: "Yang Fan hasn't finished class yet... Are you drinking too much?"

"get out of class over?" Wen Yu's voice was very soft, and he looked down at Fu Yuhan's hand that was holding him down.

"Evening self-study." Fu Yuhan paused, then withdrew his hand, "Don't you know when the third middle school ends?"

Wen Yu was silent for a while, then squeezed his temples, and sighed softly: "I know, I forgot that today is not the weekend."

"Then you are quite drunk."

"No, they told me... Forget it." Wen Yu closed his eyes and rubbed his swollen head a few times before opening his eyes, "Let's go?"

"..." Fu Yuhan was stunned because he didn't expect this topic to be over yet, "Are you serious?"

"Seriously." Wen Yu looked at him, "Yang Fan lives in the east part of the city, I remember? What time are you going to get up for school tomorrow morning?"

Fu Yuhan really didn't think about this question, firstly he didn't care about being late, and secondly he didn't have a choice.

"I live right behind the school. You've seen me go home." Wen Yu said, "I can sleep until 6:45."

The early self-study in No. 7 Middle School starts at [-] o'clock, which sounds very tempting.

At this moment, Wen Yu looked more sober than a few minutes ago, and the proposal was therefore a little more serious.

Fu Yuhan began to hesitate.

Going to live at Yang Fan's house is actually quite disturbing. In order not to be late, he has to leave early, and the enthusiastic Yang Fan's mother will get up early to prepare breakfast for him.

It has always been like this.

For Fu Yuhan, the biggest obstacle to going to Yang Fan's house was nothing else, but this.

Wen Yu suddenly "tsk" and turned on the phone: "I called a taxi."

Fu Yuhan: "?"

"If you can't choose, I will help you choose." Wen Yu said, "Go to my house."

"..." Fu Yuhan was speechless, "Do you always use this method to 'eliminate' your rivals in love? As far as I know, there are quite a lot of girls who like Yang Fan."

"What does that have to do with me?" Wen Yu said.

He looked down at the phone, with a look of indifference hanging from the corners of his eyes and brows.

Fu Yuhan was suddenly a little strange - even he was secretly bitter because of the girls, envious that they could like that person openly, and even pursue him openly.

Unlike him, who can only watch quietly from places where others don't know.

But Wen Yu looked like he hadn't bothered about Yang Fan's relationship with the opposite sex at all.

The car came quickly, Wen Yu waited on the side of the road, watched the black Roewe stop in front of him, opened the door, and turned around: "Get in the car."

"..." As if he couldn't find a reason to refute, Fu Yuhan closed the sketchbook, and got into the back seat with the notebook and bag in his arms.

Wen Yu climbed up and closed the car door.

The air conditioner was turned on inside the car, it was cooler than outside, Fu Yuhan's mood was inexplicably better, he turned his head and glanced at Wen Yu: "Hello."

Wen Yu gave him a look.

"Anyway... thank you."

"It's okay," Wen Yu turned his head out of the window, resting his right elbow on the car door and propping his chin, "I'm also doing it for myself."

He rested his left hand on his lap, Fu Yuhan looked down and found that he was still holding the broken model and a bunch of fragments.

This pile of things is not easy to handle, Fu Yuhan hesitated and said, "Why don't you put this in my bag first?"

"No," Wen Yu didn't look back, "If you give it to me, it's mine."

When he got in the car, he seemed to suddenly become quiet. Although Fu Yuhan thanked him for taking him in, he didn't want to put his face on his face and his ass indefinitely, so he curled his lips and looked away.

Speechless all the way.

On the way, Yang Fan called and came back to ask Fu Yuhan what's the matter. Fu Yuhan thought about it and said that he had already solved it.

If you tell him to stay overnight, you have to explain why you don't go home, and then the conversation will become longer... Besides, Wen Yu is still by my side.Even if that person looked like he didn't want to talk to him, he still had ears.

Fu Yuhan didn't really want to tell anyone about the mess at home again.

His third aunt's house was a little far away from No. [-] Middle School. When the car stopped at the gate of the community, Fu Yuhan suddenly remembered a strange little thing.

There is a road full of sycamores and ginkgos outside the small road he visited. That road is famous in the city for its many street bars.At first, Fu Yuhan subconsciously thought that Wen Yu had gone to the bar with someone, but... Although he had never been to a bar, he knew that there was no bar in the world that drove out customers as soon as it opened at eight or nine in the evening.

The itinerary is a bit of a mystery.

"What are you looking at me for?" Wen Yu suddenly turned around.

"...It's okay." Fu Yuhan looked away, "Which building is your house?"

"inside."

After ten o'clock in the evening, the neighborhood was very quiet. Wen Yu led him deep into a certain apartment building.

"Have you had dinner?" Wen Yu asked abruptly when he walked into the elevator.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyelids: "Eat." Although there were only two pies.

"I didn't eat." Wen Yu frowned and rubbed his stomach, "Come and have a meal with me later."

"……what?"

What's for dinner this evening, takeaway barbecue?

Soon Fu Yuhan realized that he had misunderstood, because after entering the door, Wen Yu found a bunch of cold meals from the refrigerator and stuffed them into the microwave one by one.

Those dishes looked untouched, as if someone had prepared them specially.

I don't know if it's because I'm more interested after drinking, but Wen Yu was in the mood to explain to Fu Yuhan when he was heating up the meal: "Auntie will come to cook for me every night, if I'm not here like today, she will let me go when it's ready." Into the freezer."

"...Auntie dear?"

"nanny."

"Oh, no wonder." Fu Yuhan relaxed, "I just said why you are still being beaten by your aunt."

Wen Yu lowered his head and laughed a few times: "Because I paid for it."

"Master." Fu Yuhan leaned his head against the wall next to the kitchen, with a foolish expression on his face.

Wen Yu is as good as a follower: "Hey."

"..."

Fu Yuhan was sure that he had drunk too much.

The microwave oven heats up the meal very quickly, Fu Yuhan didn't like to be idle, and offered to help him bring the dishes to the living room.

Although I live alone, this room is quite big. The living room is connected to two rooms, one is open and the other is closed.

After the dishes were all set, Wen Yu picked up the broken and disassembled machine RX-13, and walked towards the closed room: "You eat first."

Fu Yuhan accidentally saw him take out a key before opening the room.

Not only did he lock the door when he was at home, he even opened the door very small when he walked in, as if he didn't intend to show Fu Yuhan what was inside.

Fu Yuhan... Fu Yuhan didn't want to watch it.

The food on the table is more attractive than Wen Yu's secret, to him.

Wen Yu came back after a while, walked up to Fu Yuhan and sat down upright.

Fu Yuhan didn't look back, but heard that he locked the room again when he went out, and the RX-13 was gone, probably left inside.

Model collection?

Forget it, it has nothing to do with him.

"Your auntie is quite good." Fu Yuhan scooped up a spoonful of tofu and looked under his eyes first, "The knife skills can catch up with the chefs in the shop."

"Really." Wen Yu ate with a sullen head, "I never noticed."

"Tsk," Fu Yuhan shook his head, "Then you are really reckless... Anyway, it is better than my house before—"

The voice stopped abruptly, Wen Yu raised his eyes: "What?"

"It's nothing." Fu Yuhan said.

It's pointless to bring up old things again, anyway, he can't eat the meals made by that aunt now.

The two of them ate face to face, and the table was silent for a moment.Those two pies saved Fu Yuhan, he couldn't eat much right now, so he put down his chopsticks before eating much.

Only then did he have the time to observe Wen Yu's movements - his back was straight, his left hand held the bowl, his right hand repeated mechanically, and the chopsticks would never make any sound when they fell into the bowl.

Very upright, upright like a normal person.

It was as if Wen Yu was being pulled by an invisible thread, performing some kind of mysterious performance.

Fu Yuhan supported his head, and accidentally saw the moon outside the window behind him.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the moon is very round and bright.Unable to tell from what point this picture touched him, he said in a mysterious way: "Aren't you tired from eating like this?"

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his eyes again: "I'm used to it."

"I seem to have asked you similar questions before." Fu Yuhan supported his head, "'Isn't it tiring to hold it like this?', you also told me it's okay."

"Because I'm really not tired." Wen Yu said, "Do you feel tired from walking? But no one can walk at the beginning."

Repeat an action hundreds of times and become a habit, so you won't get tired.

Fu Yuhan could understand what he meant: "But that's what makes you feel tired, I think you are tired."

"It's because of this that I think you are very interesting." Wen Yu raised his head and smiled at him, "I have been reduced to sitting on the side of the road in a daze, and I still have the heart to sympathize with others."

"..."

Depend on.

Fu Yuhan ignored him.

After all, this is Wen Yu's home, Fu Yuhan can't walk around, he can only look around.

The decoration in the house is very simple, except for the necessary decoration, there are no other extra decorations, it is as exquisite as a model house just copied and pasted from the sales brochure of a home improvement company.

Compared with the size of the bedroom, the living room looks very large.

The room with the door open was not lit, but at first glance it looked like walls, floor, room, bed, neat and tidy.

Fu Yuhan's own bedroom was decorated in a warm style according to his mother's preferences, plus the pile of small toys and accessories he had when he was a child, it looked full of life.Yang Fan had been there once, laughing that the style of his room was completely inconsistent with his own.

Wen Yu is the exact opposite of him.

Usually he is a very kind-looking person, and he only has a bad attitude towards Fu Yuhan, but the room is decorated in such a way that people are thousands of miles away.

Fu Yuhan had an illusion in a trance, as if this house was where he should live, and Wen Yu should move to his house.