Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

This job sounded even more indecisive than the previous one.

But as far as the environment is concerned, taking pictures is at least quieter than bars. Fu Yuhan doesn't drink, although he thinks he can.

A gust of wind rolled over the fallen leaves, and the leaves hit the iron legs of the bench, making an empty "knock-knock" sound.Fu Yuhan suddenly came back to his senses, and pulled Wen Yu's hand off: "I thought you said 'inquire about other opportunities' this morning was my ass."

"Then I'll tell you directly, 'Don't even think about it'." Wen Yu rubbed his fingertips and took his hands back.

Fu Yuhan's hair was a bit long, and the back of his neck was half smooth and half soft to the touch, and it felt a little magical.Wen Yu was thinking, when suddenly he heard the other party ask: "But why did you help me?"

"Well," Wen Yu thought for a while, "I don't know, I can help if I want to. Maybe I think... if everyone goes to the imperial capital next year, it will be boring to have less opponents."

Fu Yuhan looked at him for a while: "To be honest, I thought you would choose to go abroad."

"I don't want to go out anytime I can." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "Going abroad is not very interesting."

"...Why are you meaningless?"

"It's boring to be alive." Wen Yu raised his eyelids, looked at him and smiled, "Otherwise, what do you think I'll do for you? It's not because of boredom."

Fu Yuhan was speechless.

It's just that there are some things that have nothing to do with him. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head: "Thank you anyway."

"Then I'll take it as your promise, come to me early on Saturday, and I'll take you there." Wen Yu stood up and patted him, "Go home today or go to my place?"

"go home."

"Have you figured it out?" Wen Yu joked a little, "I reconciled with your mother pretty quickly."

"...Who said I'm going to reconcile." Fu Yuhan clasped his hands, pinched his knuckles, and said in a low voice, "I just have nowhere to go. I can move out after university...university."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows: "Come on. Then you go, I'm going back."

Fu Yuhan tilted his head and stared at his leaving back for a few seconds.

There was no one on the road at the moment, Wen Yu was walking with his pockets in his pockets, just like when Fu Yuhan met him on the street that night, he raised his chin slightly, no need to look, Fu Yuhan can also imagine that his eyes naturally drooped because of his height, looking at people Things with a three-point look of contempt.

It is obviously such a person, but it is really hard work to force yourself into a well-behaved "top student" in school.

"Hello, Wen Yu." With a sudden thought in his mind, Fu Yuhan called out to him.

A few tens of meters away, Wen Yu turned his head casually.

"We'll meet again later for evening self-study." Fu Yuhan asked, "Did you wait and not leave just to tell me about it?"

It would be better to say that he waited after hearing a few words and wanted to see if something would happen to him.Wen Yu smirked, lowered his head and laughed twice, and raised his voice to answer: "You didn't wake up, did you?"

After asking, Wen Yu felt that he was the one who didn't wake up.

Fu Yuhan has been in a bad state for the naked eye these past few days. He is a little... How should I put it, maybe it is really "Dugu seeking defeat", and I don't want to see this rare "opponent" sink down.

Fu Yuhan didn't answer anymore, maybe because he felt that shouting loudly was too frustrating, so he sent two messages to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu didn't see it until he got home.

The first one is, "Too competitive is a disease", this is what Wen Yu said to Fu Yuhan on the bench a few minutes ago; the next one is, "Duplicity is also a disease".

Wen Yu laughed.

He put down his phone and was stunned for a while, suspecting that he was indeed sick.

After only three seconds of hesitation, he put down his schoolbag and walked to the locked door.

When Fu Yuhan returned home, he was still a little apprehensive, but when he got home, he found that there was no one at home.

Oh no, Qin Xiaolu is at home, she is always at home, because her body does not allow her to go to school, but she is sleeping.

The whole house is very quiet.

In fact, this state is normal. Both Uncle Qin and his mother are very busy. When he was a child, he never understood that Fu Xuecheng would never go home. When his parents divorced, he followed his mother. If you spend your energy making money, you really don't have much energy to spend at home.

but.

Although he understood what "different positions" meant when he heard his mother's words, he and He Yan had their own angles and positions, but he wasn't going to let it go.

Fu Yuhan sat in the empty living room thinking for 5 minutes, then ran out to find a locksmith, and spent 50 yuan to change the lock of his bedroom.

He didn't even eat dinner for that.

It doesn't matter if young people are hungry, but they can't bear it at around nine o'clock in the evening.Everyone in the evening self-study was busy doing their homework, and there was only the "rustling" sound of pens touching paper in the classroom for a while. When his stomach growled, Wen Yu heard it immediately.

He turned his head to look at him, changed a pencil, and wrote four words on the blank space of the paper near Fu Yuhan: Didn't you have dinner?

Fu Yuhan nodded.

Wen Yu seemed a little speechless, shook his head, erased the line of words with an eraser, and continued to write the paper with a dull head.

After writing a paper, he took the book and stood up, went to the podium and said something to the teacher on duty, and then left the classroom.

At the beginning, Fu Yuhan didn't pay attention to his actions. In the evening self-study, many students would leave the classroom halfway to go to the office or other classes to ask the teacher questions.It is true that Wen Yu's grades are against the sky, but he has not reached the level of full marks in all subjects. It is normal to ask questions.

However, what he didn't expect was that ten minutes later, Wen Yu came back from the outside, took out a bowl of open cup music from the big pocket of his long-sleeved school uniform jacket, threw it on Fu Yuhan's lap, and wrote on the blank paper with a pencil. A few words: There is hot water in the water dispenser.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

This noodle bowl is small and fits easily in your pocket.

But, was this what Wen Yu brought to him? ? ?

He looked at Wen Yu in astonishment, and asked with his mouth: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Wen Yu glanced at him, then stretched out his hand: "Then give it back to me."

"No." Fu Yuhan answered silently, squatted down and slipped out from under the table.

The water dispenser was at the back of the classroom, and simply pouring water would not attract the attention of the teacher on duty.

The water heated by the water dispenser was just right for making a bowl of cup noodles. He made the noodles and slipped back to his seat as they were, and just finished eating the whole bowl of instant noodles under the table.

"Thanks." After eating, he wiped his mouth and said to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was busy writing the paper, so he ignored him, and didn't know if he heard it.

Fu Yuhan thought about it, and decided not to care about him and ignore others.

In fact, in this regard, Fu Yuhan is a very simple-minded person.

For him, it was fine for Wen Yu to introduce him to a part-time job, but if he went out and brought him a bowl of instant noodles, this person could be considered a "friend"—of course, Yang Fan's affairs should be put aside.

But still the same sentence, if Wen Yu wanted to attack Yang Fan, he would have the opportunity every day for two years. Subconsciously, Fu Yuhan didn't think that Wen Yu would do such immoral things in the name of friendship.

He has a good temper with his "friend", and plans to unilaterally truce with Wen Yu from this second.

That night, Fu Yuhan went home and spent the night.

He Yan met him face to face, without saying anything, Fu Yuhan filled up the test papers handed out as much as possible, washed up early, locked the door and went to sleep.

Mother always finds out he changed the lock.

But Fu Yuhan actually didn't expect it to be so fast.

Early the next morning, he changed his clothes and came out, and found 200 yuan and a note on the living room table.A simple sentence was written on the note: You didn't get the food expenses for this week the day before yesterday.The door is locked and mom can't get in.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, went back to the bedroom and found a pen, and wrote a line on the back of the note: Thank you, no need.

His thinking on this matter is also very simple.

Since he decided to earn his own money and leave home, he doesn't want to ask his mother for a penny anymore.

A week passed quickly, early on Saturday morning, Wen Yu was woken up by the phone ringing.

His ringtone was not the same song as his wake-up alarm, so when he woke up he froze for a moment.

The caller ID was "Wild Cat". Wen Yu took a deep breath and picked up the phone: "No way, you, the call came earlier than my alarm clock."

He yawned as he spoke, his voice was lazy.

"Didn't you ask me to come earlier?" Fu Yuhan looked at the sky outside, "I'm at your door."

"...It's too early for you, isn't it?"

"Brother Yu—" Fu Yuhan dragged on helplessly, "It's almost 8 o'clock now."

"Who will get up before 10 am on Saturday." Wen Yu came over to open the door with slippers on, hung up the phone, and said to the person standing at the door angrily, "The biological clock of art is even more reversed day and night, let's go now Nobody got up either."

"Then you didn't tell me what time it was."

Fu Yuhan entered the house, took the door behind him, and looked for slippers for himself in a familiar way.

Wen Yu walked over and closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room with a "wow", and there was almost no light left in the room. Fu Yuhan was temporarily blind, and it took him a while to adapt to the darkness in the room.

Only then did he realize that the curtains in Wen Yu's bedroom were also tightly drawn.

"Promise me, sleep a little longer." Wen Yu said and walked into the house, yawning as he walked, "The quilt is in the cabinet, where did you see me put it last time?"

Out of politeness, Fu Yuhan usually would not go into the bedroom when he was in someone else's house, but Wen Yu's attitude was so natural that he had no choice but to follow in.

The tall and thin man walked to the bed like a walking corpse, threw himself straight into the soft bedding, turned over and rolled in.

The room was as quiet as a haunted house.

Fu Yuhan stood there looking at him, a little helpless: "What did you do last night to make yourself so sleepy?"

"It's nothing..." Wen Yu muttered, turning his face to the other side, "Go back to sleep...it's time for me to call you..."

Who is this state?

Fu Yuhan shook his head and went out.

He didn't want to sleep very much, so he didn't open the cabinet door to get the quilt.

I don't know if it's because of his presence, but Wen Yu didn't close the bedroom door, so that Fu Yuhan would unconsciously glance inside when he wanted to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

In fact, it's a bit awkward, psychologically.

After all, rationality knows that the two have the same sexual orientation, so Wen Yu is too undefended.

The other party was in a deep sleep, Fu Yuhan looked at it twice, and the bulging bedding didn't change even a single wrinkle.

He poured the water lightly, walked back from the kitchen, and couldn't help but glance over there again.

The bedding remained unchanged, but Fu Yuhan discovered a very... special detail.

The locked door of the room next door was not locked today, and was blown open by the wind.

His eyelids suddenly twitched.