Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan's lack of money is easy to guess.

He doesn't like to queue up with the crowd, and he will go to recharge his campus card every Tuesday morning when there are few people. It is almost unshakeable, but he didn't go this week.

Combining his abnormal behavior during this period of time and the meager balance in his meal card, it is easy to infer this conclusion.

Coincidentally, Wen Yu really has a part-time job that he can introduce to him, but the content of this part-time job is too...

If it was still during the summer vacation, he wouldn't have any psychological burden, but the close observation during this period made Wen Yu realize that Fu Yuhan was not the person he once thought, and on the contrary, he was a little speechless.

"What?" Fu Yuhan asked, "Brother Yu, do you know that half-spoken words are annoying?"

Wen Yu raised one corner of his mouth, looking helpless: "I have a part-time job...but it's not serious."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

To him, this was like sending charcoal in a timely manner, he came to the spirit: "Tell me about it?"

"A friend of mine...opens a bar...is serving drinks..." Wen Yu suddenly frowned, his eyes fell on the green grass leaves in the flower bed beside him, and he said in a low voice, "Forget it, you Don't go."

The moment the words came out of his mouth, a voice in his heart instinctively said, "This is really not a good idea."

"What's a wine holder?"

"...It's the kind of trust that pretends to be a customer in the store to find other customers to drink and ask others to buy more wine." Wen Yu said, "It's not suitable for you, really, I'll ask you later to see if there are any others. work."

"Isn't this job as long as you can drink?" Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Why can't I do it?"

Wen Yu was helpless: "Did you know that there will be that kind of customers in nightclubs who drink too much and use their hands?"

"I seem to be a man?"

Yes, but it's a bar with a little "specialness".

Besides, although girls are more likely to be raped in terms of probability, it doesn't mean that boys won't get into such trouble.

Wen Yu was not happy to let him go to that environment.

Even though he didn't know if Fu Yuhan could handle these things peacefully, maybe he would fight with others or swallow his anger for work, but in short he felt it was inappropriate.

He never brought any of his classmates in front of that group of people. Clean people should live where the sun shines.

"I'll inquire about other opportunities for you." Wen Yu reiterated.

"...Okay." Fu Yuhan nodded, "Thanks in advance."

Wen Yu's words sounded like some kind of excuse, but Fu Yuhan really couldn't help it.

The two returned to the classroom.

Everyone in the self-study class is busy doing homework, and many seats are empty. It is estimated that the owner of the chair has already gone to the office to ask questions.These two people are not at all awkward when they are not in their seats, but the behavior of walking into the classroom front and back has attracted a lot of attention.

Fortunately, no one dared to trouble Fu Yuhan during class time.

Fu Yuhan returned to his seat and tried to take out the math paper to check for omissions and fill in the gaps, but after reading it for five seconds, he resolutely gave up on this stupid decision and took out a new vocabulary book.

The slightly better art schools in China have set separate score limits for Chinese and English when applying for the exam, which means that even if the total score passes the line, if any of these two subjects is not enough line, will still be eliminated.

Fu Yuhan's English grades in junior high school were not bad, and this class was one of the few subjects that he had a good idea of ​​how to "take it up" again.

——Recite words.

Vocabulary is the foundation of any language.

Wen Yu glanced at him silently, pushed the math roll that had just been pulled out from a corner back into the drawer, and pulled out another sheet with his backhand.

The movement was natural, as if he had just misread the paper a second ago.

The time spent seriously in studying passed quickly, and Fu Yuhan felt that he just raised his head twice, and it was time for school to end.

The students in the class packed their schoolbags and called their friends to go out. Fu Yuhan was afraid that his mother would go crazy if he saw her face, so he waited a little longer before standing up.

After school is a wonderful time, as long as you are willing to have 5 more minutes, the campus that was full not long ago can become empty in an instant.

Silence spreads all around.

Fu Yuhan turned off the lights in the classroom, locked the door, and finally walked downstairs.

In fact, He Yan seldom came to school, and Fu Yuhan, who was far away, could recognize that the little woman standing next to the side door of the school was her.

The palms of his hands became sticky at some point, Fu Yuhan rubbed them in his pockets, and walked out slowly.

"Mom." He called out.

He Yan raised her eyelids and glanced at him faintly.

Fu Yuhan couldn't remember how long it had been since he saw his mother not yelling.

Oh, it turned out that she had been dignified before.

"I didn't want to come today, Fu Yuhan, I always thought you could handle your own affairs well." He Yan said calmly, "I told you many times to restrain your temper, but you didn't listen." She Take a deep breath, "You shouldn't go home."

Fu Yuhan stopped.

During school hours, many students will stay near the school, eat here, play there, and will not leave soon. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people wearing No. [-] Middle School uniforms walking across the street, and several people said goodbye. They are going to cross the road.

"I just don't want to go back." Fu Yuhan lowered his voice, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the toes of his shoes.

"Your third aunt told me the day before yesterday that you went to their house and smashed a set of expensive Lego toys." He Yan said, "It's already like this anyway, and I don't want to scold you. Can you explain to me why you To do this?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes: "You know me, the model that you asked your cousin to take away, can you buy him a few sets of Lego?"

He Yan looked at him for a while.

Fu Yuhan returned his gaze to the toe of the shoe.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know." He Yan said suddenly.

Fu Yuhan was slightly surprised, and raised his eyelids abruptly.

"In the past, you and your father discussed and bought these things. I didn't know the price, so I really didn't know." He Yan asked, "Then have you brought back the model now?"

"I got it back." Fu Yuhan paused, "But it's broken, I can't fix it, so I threw it away."

Expensive things were ruined, based on Fu Yuhan's understanding of He Yan, she should not care about him going to the third aunt's house to smash toys.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, He Yan re-opened and changed the subject: "But you shouldn't go home."

Fu Yuhan licked his dry lips, and asked softly, "Are you worried?"

"Of course it will," He Yan said in surprise, "Do you think your mother is the cruel stepmother in the story? I remember communicating with you about your sister's physical condition before—your Uncle Qin is busy with work, so I can only take care of you." , Sometimes I might neglect you, so don't mind, do you remember?"

"Remember." Fu Yuhan said.

But remembering intellectually and being emotionally upset are two different things.

And then—

"Mom," Fu Yuhan hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth, "There is something I want to tell you."

"You said."

"I want to learn to draw." Fearing that she might misunderstand, Fu Yuhan added, "Take the art college entrance examination."

He Yan frowned.

"Before the exam, at least you need to go to a training class for a surprise tutoring." Fu Yuhan pursed his lips, "I went to ask my father, and he said——"

"Have you ever gone to see your father?" He Yan's voice suddenly raised, "Fu Yuhan, do you know who has provided you with food and clothing these years? Then, do you want to go with your father?"

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything.

"What did your father say?"

"He said that he would pay you child support on time every month." Fu Yuhan said in a low voice, "It's impossible that you can't afford the money for the training class."

"Heh, he really has the face to say that it's only 3000 yuan a month. He thought he gave me [-] yuan? People who don't have children really don't know how expensive it is to bring children—"

"Didn't you treat Xiaolu all the time?" Fu Yuhan finally couldn't hold back.

He found out that he was a contemptible and mean person, but he restrained himself with the indifference packaged by rationality, and when he peeled off the outer shell, the ugly inside would be revealed.

It's so ugly, how can he say such a thing.

What did Qin Xiaolu do wrong again?

He Yan seemed unbelievable, and stared at him for a while with trembling pupils, before saying: "Fu Yuhan, you want it soon, and I will tell you about some things. Do you know that the mortgage at home has not been paid off yet? Xiaolu wants To see a doctor, you have to go to school, I give you pocket money more than the average level, food and clothing are not short of you, what do you think Fu Xuecheng's 3000 yuan can do? You uncle Qin will do it when he is old Two jobs, just to make more money. I thought the four of us are now a family, and the family needs to explain to you the whereabouts of every dime?"

Fu Yuhan lowered his head and clenched his fists in his pockets.

"I haven't told you before, but I saved you 5 yuan for your college use." He Yan said, "You used to have good grades, but now even though you are not good enough, I always feel that you can do well." Come back again. The better the university, the cheaper the tuition, I figured 5 yuan is enough for a second degree, it should be enough.”

She paused, "I won't agree with such a thing as studying art. If your grades are not good, you should work hard to make up for the lost marks. If you don't understand something, you should ask the teacher instead of being self-satisfied. Fallen, said to study some art."

"This is not self-deprecation—" Fu Yuhan frowned and wanted to refute.

"In my opinion it is." He Yan said seriously, "Do you know who will go to study art in the third year of high school? They are all those who have poor grades and don't work hard. They really can't make up for it. Mom doesn't think you are like this child."

Fu Yuhan bit the soft flesh in his mouth.

"If you really want to learn, you can ask your dad to help you." He Yan said again, "Go and talk to your dad, and mom won't care about you anymore."

She turned around, "I have to go to the hospital to dispense medicine for Xiaolu, you should go home early. No matter what happens, don't stay out at night. It's not safe in society now. Don't think that you can't encounter anything because you are a boy."

After she finished speaking, she walked away.

Fu Yuhan stood there without moving.

Almost everyone in No. [-] Middle School did not recognize his face, and he was very likely to turn his head when he stood at the school gate.Fu Yuhan was stunned for a while, only to realize that he was about to be surrounded by people when he came back to his senses, and hurriedly wanted to retreat into the school and think about things in a secluded place.

"Finally willing to move?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from not far ahead obliquely. Fu Yuhan looked up, and Wen Yu didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "When did you stand there?"

"Almost from the time you first left school." Wen Yu thought for a while.

"Then you heard everything?"

"Ah."

Wen Yu walked over unsteadily with his pockets in his pocket, leaned close to look at his face, "Why do I feel that you are about to cry?"

"No."

"The nose is blocked, and he still said no." Wen Yu smiled.

Fu Yuhan curled his lips in displeasure: "But the tears won't fall, don't worry."

Wen Yu smiled for a while, then pulled him out with his backhand: "Let's talk in another place."

Fu Yuhan didn't know where Wen Yu was going to take him, but fortunately he really needed a space to rest right now, no matter where it was, so he didn't delve into it, and followed Wen Yu over there.

Wen Yu didn't go very far, he brought Fu Yuhan to his own community.

The community is not big, but the greenery is very good, and the security facilities are also very complete.There are almost no pedestrians on the roads in the community during the day, and it is very quiet.Wen Yu found a bench and sat down, patting the empty seat beside him.

"sit."

Fu Yuhan sat down with his head down.

In late summer and early autumn in the south, the air should be hot and dry, but the wind blowing over today is a bit cool.

Fu Yuhan looked at the dry sycamore leaves that were rolled up on the ground, and suddenly asked: "Is there a typhoon coming?"

"It seems to have."

Wen Yu straightened his legs, put his hands in his pockets, and slumped on the bench carelessly. He looked up at the leaves with the scattered afterglow of the setting sun on his head, and answered his questions seemingly casually.

"Then you have to bring an umbrella to school these days."

"I will pay attention, thank you." Wen Yu said, turned his head to look at him, and quickly retracted, "If you are really sad, just cry, I can show mercy and pretend that I didn't see it."

Fu Yuhan was a little helpless: "I said I didn't want to cry, so who wants to cry in front of you?"

"You are very boring." Wen Yu said, "Until either of us catches up with Yang Fan, we can still be friends."

"Thanks, I'm just begging..." Fu Yuhan paused, and changed his words, "I don't want to lose to you."

"Too competitive is a disease." Wen Yu didn't seem to care much.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes.

Once the sycamore leaves fall to the ground, they will curl up due to loss of moisture, and when you step on them lightly, they will make a crisp sound.Fu Yuhan once saw a few girls in his class run to the main road to step on sycamore leaves to play because of too much pressure and no extracurricular activities.

He used to think this activity was boring, but today he stepped on it by accident.

click -

Perhaps it was the sound that inspired him, and a certain emotion came suddenly.

"Hey, Wen Yu." He called out.

"Huh?" Wen Yu tilted his head.

"Do you have the feeling that..." Fu Yuhan sorted out his thoughts and words, "They separated, and each had a new family and a new child—even though Zhou Xiangyan was not born to my father, but... He bit his lip, his eyes didn't know where to look, "I still feel...they don't need me anymore."

Wen Yu looked at him for a while.

Fu Yuhan lowered his head, while Wen Yu leaned back slightly, so he could just see the back of the other's neck because of his thinness and bones.

very beautiful.

Wen Yu has never told anyone that he likes all beautiful things.

For example, Yang Fan, or... this neck.

He decided to reward this second of seductiveness.

So Wen Yu comforted him: "I'm just the opposite of you, usually I don't need them."

"..."

When the atmosphere is sad or joyful, if someone suddenly pours cold water on it, it will be difficult for the person concerned to get involved in a certain emotion.Fu Yuhan turned around speechlessly: "Then you are really awesome, do you want to let you have your hips for a while?"

Another beautiful curve twisted out of the neck, Wen Yu glanced at it, and said with a smile: "I'm just telling the truth."

He is a man of action, and he does what he thinks of quickly—Wen Yu reached out and touched the back of Fu Yuhan's neck, hooking his neck like two brothers: "Didn't I say in the morning to help you inquire about other things? I Asked."

Fu Yuhan felt awkward all over, grabbed his hand and pulled it down: "What, what?"

"Sell your flesh/body—"

"what???"

Fu Yuhan almost broke his voice, and he didn't know whether it was because Wen Yu pressed his Adam's apple or because he was frightened by this sentence.

"Don't be nervous, literally." Wen Yu said, "I know a photographer who works part-time to help some Taobao stores take baby pictures. I asked in the afternoon. He needs a men's underwear model recently. Just go to take pictures on weekends, no need Show your face, checkout is also very fast, are you interested?"