Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

This word is very spiritual, Fu Yuhan choked for a moment.

But this kind of thing is getting darker and darker, he doesn't want to explain too much, just like people in the class sometimes quietly ask "Is your relationship with Wen Yu really bad?" What can Fu Yuhan say?

He originally felt that he couldn't stop others from liking Yang Fan, and that he would pick up Wen Yu at first because he was looking for trouble.

However, the attitude of the other party seems to have changed a bit recently.

Wen Yu takes a step back, Fu Yuhan won't make progress.

He made a haha, and the topic was over.The fourth brother was still very sorry, said a lot of apologies, and finally hung up the phone, Fu Yuhan felt that his ears were a little numb.

He rubbed his ears, belatedly realizing that the window was ringing.

It was a heavy rain, and the bean-sized raindrops suddenly fell more than ten seconds ago, and the wind-wrapped dust crackled on the window glass, and it was quickly scratched.Fu Yuhan put down his phone, looked towards the window, and walked over.

The ground outside the window was wet, but there was nothing wrong in the house. There was no trace of water on the ground under his feet. Fu Yuhan guessed that Wen Yu probably closed the window before going to bed.

He is very careful about such small things. For example, because the door is closed to sleep, the curtains were not drawn in the living room today.

Fu Yuhan leaned his head against the window, a trace of coolness leaked in through the closed gap of the window, refreshing his mind.

He was thinking about Wen Yu.

... What a strange man.

He stared blankly for a while before remembering to check the rest of the messages on his phone.In the past, Fu Yuhan would just skip school if he didn't go to school. It was rare for him to take a leave of absence, and the condolence messages on his mobile phone went up to 99+ every minute.

Most of it came from Sun Wenrui and Fang Jiayuan, two chatterboxes. Apart from asking what happened to Fu Yuhan, most of the time they were excitedly talking about Qian Kaile's punishment.

On a typhoon day, it rained early in the morning.The school canceled the flag-raising ceremony between classes, and instead watched the live broadcast of the school TV station’s speech on Monday in the classroom, and the radio exercises were changed to eye exercises.

Under such circumstances, Qian Kaile was restrained by the director of the student office, and read his self-criticism in front of the camera in a disheveled manner.

Sun Wenrui: Seriously, his expression is enough to make me laugh all day.

Fang Jiayuan: You didn't see his expression, I will rely on him for dinner this month!

Fu Yuhan didn't bother to reply twice, so he created a group for them and typed: Got it.Did the people in the second class say anything?

Fang Jiayuan: It was just discussed in the class group, Brother Fu, did you not watch the group?

Sun Wenrui: Brother Fu never watches that group...

Fu Yuhan: What group?

Fang Jiayuan: ...

Sun Wenrui: ...

Sun Wenrui: Just, the class group, have you blocked it?No wonder Laqun hasn't seen you speak out for two years.

Fang Jiayuan: It may be because I got bored and left the group. I just checked the list of group members and there is no Brother Fu.

Fang Jiayuan: Do you want to pull you, Brother Fu?

Fu Yuhan: Whatever you want.

Fu Yuhan sniffed, walked to the kitchen, put his phone on the countertop, and took a teapot to boil water.

During the gastric lavage, he was almost in a coma. In fact, he didn't suffer any crimes, but after waking up, his throat was still uncomfortable, and he didn't get better after a night of sleep.

The emergency doctor asked him to remember to drink plenty of hot water to speed up his metabolism, and he still remembered.

After a while, the number of unread messages on WeChat increased by more than 80. Fu Yuhan conveniently added the group to the address book, turned on Do Not Disturb, and then checked the messages.

Liu Cheng: So Brother Fu wasn't in the group before?

Ge Ran: It should be three days after the establishment of the group, the members disappeared.

Zhao Mengmeng: Tsk tsk, the squad leader is really observant.

Ge Ran: I was always careful.

Zhao Mengmeng: Oh~~~

Chen Liwen: So Brother Fu, why don't you talk?

……

He didn't speak all the time, and the topic quickly moved to other places. Fu Yuhan quickly swiped through with a swipe of his finger, and started typing after reading everything.

Fu Yuhan: Qian Kaile has been punished, what did the second class say?

Liu Cheng: Wow, Brother Fu.

Chen Liwen: Wow, Brother Fu.

……

The formation followed a row behind.

Fu Yuhan: ... Seriously.

Liu Cheng: Except for Qian Kaile's two little followers, the others have stopped a lot.

Li Jiaqi: I guess I didn't expect that the school would punish me even after I was in the third year of high school, although it was only the lightest "reporting criticism".

Ge Ran: In the third year of high school, everyone is still afraid of keeping files. Besides, the college entrance examination is coming soon, so no one wants to find fault, right?

Xu Qianyi: They are the best!

Ge Ran: 2333 Qianqian is elated.

Xu Qianyi: Really, I have never thanked my dad so much. If he hadn't insisted on asking, Director Yao might have let him go.

Sun Wenrui: Papa Xu's beer!

Fang Jiayuan: Daddy Xu is awesome!

Xu Qianyi: Must.

Xu Qianyi: Of course I also want to thank Brother Fu for saving me. @Fu Yuhan So when will you and Wen Yu be free and ask me to make up for this meal?

Seeing that the second shift had stopped, Fu Yuhan focused on boiling water, but was suddenly @, picked it up to look at his phone.

If Xu Qianyi didn't mention it, he would almost forget it.

Fu Yuhan: ...Why don't you ask him?

Xu Qianyi: He's not in the group, and I don't have his WeChat account.

Chen Liwen: Who has Wen Yu's WeChat account, click it?

The people in the class didn't seem to remember this until now, but when they asked each other, no one had Wen Yu's WeChat.

Ge Ran did have his mobile phone number, but the notifications were all text messages, and he had never added any friends on WeChat.

Xu Qianyi: I don't think you guys should ask, Fu Yuhan definitely has it. @Fu Yuhan came out to pull people.

Fu Yuhan: He's sleeping, let's talk about it when he wakes up.

Xu Qianyi:?

Zhao Mengmeng:?

Chen Liwen: Brother Fu, you...

Fang Jiayuan: Why did Brother Fu know that he was sleeping?you two together?

Ge Ran: Ah, no wonder Wen Yu invited Fu Yuhan's fake news today.

The two side-by-side seats in the back row of the classroom were empty at the same time. Anyone with eyes in the class could see this, but no one knew the details.

When the head teacher came to the classroom in the morning, he just said "they have asked for leave".Now that Ge Ran had uttered the truth, the wechat group that was very lively a few minutes ago suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The two people's public appointment more than half a month ago is still vivid in my memory. What is going crazy in this world?

Fu Yuhan casually found an excuse.

Fu Yuhan: What are you thinking, I just called him.

Xu Qianyi: Still answering your phone while sleeping?

Fu Yuhan: So I was scolded.

Xu Qianyi: [Cow Beer.jpg]

Xu Qianyi: If anyone says that you two have a bad relationship in the future, I will send this chat record.For the first time in my 17 years of life, I saw someone dare to scold our Brother Fu.

Fu Yuhan: Are you looking for something?

Xu Qianyi: I was wrong about my father, but isn't what I said the truth?

Fu Yuhan wanted to say no.

However, at this moment, Wen Yu's voice came from the door: "What are you looking at, so happy?"

Fu Yuhan turned his head and saw Wen Yu standing at the door with his slippers on and squinting his eyes. From the inside out, he exuded the laziness of just waking up.He asked, "I don't seem to be smiling?"

"No need to laugh, I can tell." Wen Yu said, "So what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, chatting in the class group." Fu Yuhan paused, "Do you want to join?"

Wen Yu smiled: "Forget it, I'm an outsider, and everyone feels uncomfortable joining in."

"Who said you were an outsider?"

"I said it myself."

"An outsider who would rather endure the pain in his feet and help the sixth class to win the relay?"

Wen Yu was taken aback.

Fu Yuhan's dark eyes looked at him right and wrong: "That day... Later I saw that you took the Yunnan Baiyao in my bag and wiped it. I don't know what happened to your feet, but this is indeed a sacrifice, right? ?”

"Wen Yu," he paused for a moment, as if thinking, "Why don't you want to be honest? Doesn't it make you tired?"

Wen Yu's eyes flickered.

When he just woke up, the corners of his eyes were still a little tired, but he was soon sobered up by Fu Yuhan's question.

The slightly indifferent eyes glanced over, and stayed on Fu Yuhan's face for a long time.

"Did I tell you that you are the first person who will ask me 'are you tired'?" After a long while, he said softly, "Fu Yuhan, I have something to say to you—if you have that energy, it's better to take care of it. Yang Fan, don't inquire about your rival all day long."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows: "You are allowed to inquire about me if you are not reasonable?"

"Aren't you not answering?" Wen Yu asked back.

"What's the matter, you're inquiring about privacy, I'm Guan—" Fu Yuhan froze.

"Ok?"

"Forget it, it's nothing." Fu Yuhan frowned, curled his lips, "They asked me to pull you just now, you can't retreat if you like."

He bowed his head and pulled Wen Yu into the group chat, and then threw the phone away regardless of the reaction in the group.

The hot water boiled very quickly, and the switch automatically cut off the power with a "snap". Fu Yuhan flushed the water into the thermos bottle, found another cup to wash, and poured himself a cup of hot water.

On a rainy day, a cup of hot water refreshed his heart and saved his secretly sore throat.

Wen Yu went to wash up halfway, and couldn't help laughing when he came back: "This seems to be my home, why are you so proficient?"

"Didn't you let me do it myself?" Fu Yuhan looked at him with a natural attitude and asked, "What's for lunch?"

As he spoke, he was about to touch his phone, but Wen Yu interrupted: "Did Brother Si not give you any money?"

"Well, he called me just now and told me about it, saying that he will ask Yong Rong for money within the day."

"Then use my point." Wen Yu took out the phone, unlocked it and threw it to him, "Don't pay."

"...I can't always eat yours."

"I'll give you a chance to treat me when the money is sent."

"Then why don't you look at Xu Qianyi, she's waiting to invite us to dinner until she's desperate."

Fu Yuhan said it, but he didn't reject Wen Yu's phone, and lowered his head to open the takeaway app.

"But I don't want to eat hers." Wen Yu said, "I just want to eat yours."

Fu Yuhan snorted lightly: "Childish."

"Hold it." Wen Yu said.

Strange to say, as a young boy in the 21st century, Wen Yu lived alone without any entertainment equipment—no computer or TV could be seen. Fu Yuhan returned his mobile phone to him after ordering takeaway, and suddenly felt a burst of embarrassment .

The torrential rain blocked people's footsteps, and they were temporarily locked in this small space, but they had nothing to do.

Wen Yu didn't seem to notice this. He lowered his head and typed on the phone, without raising his head, he said, "Have you boiled water? Pour me a glass."

"...Don't you have hands?" Fu Yuhan went to the cupboard to find a cup speechlessly.

"I'm confirming the test results, I suggest you treat me better."

"Yes yes yes," Fu Yu put the washed cup on the countertop with a cold face, and poured water on it, "Thank Brother Yu for upholding justice for me, Brother Yu, please drink water."

Wen Yu picked up the water glass and left, his eyes still on the phone screen.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

He stretched out his hand to stop it: "I took the wrong one, it's for me to drink..."

But Wen Yu drank too fast, and before Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he had already taken a big gulp.

The two froze at the same time.

Wen Yu picked up the cup and looked at it, then said softly, "Forget it."

I can only forget it, it's not a big deal.

It's like driving over a speed bump, and a "click" does not affect the forward movement.

Fu Yuhan had no choice but to take the newly poured water to drink by himself, looking for something to say: "How did it turn out?"

"It's about the same as what I thought." Wen Yu said while drinking water, "The police are also waiting for the result. I'll send someone to send it to you in a while, and you may need to go to the police station to make up the record later."

"Ah."

"But I have to vaccinate you first." Wen Yu suddenly put down his phone, "The Yong family is very powerful. If he is detained, the family must find a way to catch him. How to clean up when he returns home is his family's business, but I don't think he'll be in the detention facility for long."

"It's not bad for him to learn a lesson. He won't be fined anywhere for an attempted case. I understand. However, Wen Yu——"

Fu Yuhan hesitated.

"Ok?"

"Will this trouble you too much?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyes, "I was thinking just now, your relationship with your family is not too good? But the matter of grace..." He frowned, "Don't..."

Thinking with his heart, if something happened to him one day and he had to beg He Yan for help, he would definitely vomit to death.

He didn't want this, and naturally he didn't want Wen Yu to say anything to his family because of him. That would be too much of a favor—although he didn't know exactly what Wen Yu's relationship with his family was.

Then again, even if he really forced himself, with Wen Yu's character, he might not be able to say it out loud, just like he didn't complain about his foot pain until the end after running the relay race on the day of the sports meeting.

Fu Yuhan wanted to say, "Don't sacrifice for me".

But this sentence was too nasty between the two of them, and he couldn't say it.

"What do I want?" Wen Yu's lips curled up, as if he was interested, "Say it."

"...Don't do things you don't like." In the end, Fu Yuhan could only say vaguely.

"I'm happy, I'm very happy." Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and continued to lower his hair to send messages, "Don't you understand, Yong Rong may only be interested in you at first, I guess he changed his mind after I called The drugger—he wants to step on me, does he want me to do nothing?"

Fu Yuhan was stunned, he really didn't expect this level.

But it made sense in this way, otherwise he really didn't feel that his charm was so great that others insisted on drugging him.

"You two have enmity?" Fu Yuhan asked.

"Not really, but it's true that they don't like each other." Wen Yu paused, "His dad and my dad knew each other, and they inevitably knew each other when they were young, and there will always be someone who will compare them."

Fu Yuhan said "oh", "Then it's normal for him to dislike you."

"..." Wen Yu was laughed angrily by him, and raised his head, "You are looking for trouble, right?"

"It's just the truth, who would like an antonym of oneself?"

"That's right." Wen Yu nodded, "It's a bit cheeky for me to say that myself, but I do belong to 'other people's children'."

As for Yong Rong, he was a man who played lawless in this city before he took care of opening his own shop.

"It's a funny thing to say." Wen Yu raised the corners of his lips and typed, "One year his grandfather celebrated his birthday, and my dad brought my mom to attend. Yong Rong had never met my mom, and even teased her at the banquet .”

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"That day, it was so crazy, his grandfather was so angry that he wanted to break his legs in public." Wen Yu almost died of laughter.

"Which mother are you?" Fu Yuhan asked.

The smile on Wen Yu's mouth faded away.

He stared at the phone, as if he was in a daze or thinking. It took him a long time to raise his eyes, and calmly glanced at Fu Yuhan.

"Of course it's the stepmother." He said softly, "If Yongrong dares to tease my mother, he doesn't need his grandfather to do it."

Wen Yu was 13 years old that year, and he didn't need to be responsible for anything.

The dangerous eyes flashed in Wen Yu's eyes, and he quickly adjusted his expression: "But that's not the point, I just want to say that he is really shameless. He started his own clothing business two years ago, and my dad praised him He finally figured it out." Wen Yu smiled contemptuously, "But I think he is just a dog who can't change his eating shit."

"I'm not shit."

"Well," Wen Yu nodded, "You're not, I didn't mention you, don't get me wrong."

"It's you who misunderstood." Fu Yuhan sighed, "I didn't mean that by 'antonym' - I mean, although you don't seem to be very well-behaved, you won't do such bottomless things .”

Wen Yu was taken aback and raised his head.

He suddenly smiled: "I have lived for 18 years, this is the first time I heard someone say that I am not well-behaved."

"Since you didn't pretend to be in front of me from the beginning," Fu Yuhan said, "don't talk such nonsense."

"I want to pretend." Wen Yu lowered his eyes, as if recalling, "But you're the one who said I'm fake the moment we met."

To be honest, it was a bit of a surprise that day.

Wen Yu didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his smile, but Fu Yuhan said very firmly, "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

Don't know where he got it from.

"Facts have proved that I am right." Fu Yuhan stood up, walked towards him, and touched Wen Yu's left earlobe with his index finger in a natural manner, with a lazy voice, "Although I drink, go to bars, and have my ears pierced, But I know, I'm a good student?"

Wen Yu knocked his hand off, and said coldly: "I will remember to tell Yongrong not to pay you."

Fu Yuhan snorted softly, and there was an indistinct smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

He walked to the sofa: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep for a while before the takeaway, remember to call me."

"Go in and sleep." Wen Yu said, "It's cold today, don't get sick again."

Fu Yuhan paused, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

The takeaway didn't arrive until nearly two o'clock, and after the two had a simple "breakfast" face to face, Wen Yu cleared the table and began to write the test paper.

At first, Fu Yuhan thought that he didn't do his weekend homework, but after a closer look, he realized that what this person did was something else.

"Competition exercises." Wen Yu said.

It's fine for him to do the competition practice questions, but what's scary is that he can still answer the phone messages while doing the graceful things, and it doesn't even exceed the time limit required by the test paper.

It's as if his brain is not a brain, but a CPU with four cores and eight threads.

Fu Yuhan, who watched the whole process, doubted himself a little.

He used to think that he was a good student, but now he realized that his regression was only a three-point scumbag and a seven-point score.

They are all scumbags, but the degree is different, the difference is not big.

"Do you have nothing to do?" Wen Yu didn't raise his head, "I didn't do my weekend homework. If you have nothing to do, you can use my papers to practice."

"...I made my own."

"Are you done?"

"...what will be done is done."

"That means it's not finished." Wen Yu raised his head and thought for a while, "Actually, if you need...you can also ask me for questions you don't know. There are many people waiting to ask questions if you ask the teacher for trouble."

Fu Yuhan doesn't like to join in the fun, and he will even take the initiative to avoid people when there are many people.

Wen Yu suspected that he had saved a lot of questions and didn't ask them.

"...Then don't worry about it." Fu Yuhan twitched the corners of his mouth.

Wen Yu shrugged: "It's up to you, but your current score is still far from T University."

"I plan to take an art class."

"That's not enough."

This is the truth, if an art student wants to get into T University, he must at least get a decent grade in the second grade.But Fu Yuhan was a little puzzled: "I didn't say that I decided to take the T major? How much advertising fee will you get from T major, and I will double it from P major."

Wen Yu laughed so hard that he almost threw the pen out.

It made Fu Yuhan look puzzled: "Is it so funny?"

"You know," Wen Yu said with a smile, "Yang Fan called me the other day to urge me to take the T University exam, and that's what I answered him."

They're kind of alike in some things.

Such a coincidence made Wen Yu find it interesting.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fu Yuhan was so sour, he wanted to eat lemons when he thought of Yang Fan repeatedly urging Wen Yu to take the T university exam.

Apart from the weekend homework he didn't do, and the competition practice questions given to him by the head teacher alone, Wen Yu didn't have any more suitable test papers for Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan sat and stared blankly for a while, but finally couldn't take it anymore, he caught a little rain and said goodbye and went home.

It was less than five o'clock when I got home, but what Fu Yuhan didn't expect was that He Yan was sitting in the living room.

"School is over so early today?" She said with a cold expression.

"Ah," Fu Yuhan replied, "Yes."

"You didn't come home last night, where did you go?"

The truth must not be told, according to the usual practice, Fu Yuhan and He casually told a plausible lie.

But today he didn't know which muscle was wrong, and the words suddenly changed to: "I asked Wen Yu for tutoring, and I slept there when it was too late."

"Wen Yu?"

"Well, it's just the new transfer student from our class with good grades." Once the lie started, it became much smoother to make up nonsense, Fu Yuhan continued to describe the details, "He is my deskmate now—— One of our class teachers leads two or three classes, and everyone has to ask questions. I think they are too busy, so I ask my deskmate to help. Can't you?"

He was well prepared for He Yan to go hysterical, but he never thought that his irritable mother's face turned pale: "You should work hard when you are in the third year of high school. Next time you live in someone's house, at least send me a message."

"Oh." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and lowered his head to change his shoes.

"One more thing," He Yan said, "You didn't get the money last week, do you want more money this week?"

"No more."

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

"You say yes." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and did not look at her, "I will be eighteen in a while, don't they say that foreign parents only raise children."

He Yan stared at him with a half-smile.

Fu Yuhan was standing in the living room.

It's a fucking trick he's honed over the years—eyelids drooping, deaf, let you scold.

Today, however, He Yan didn't criticize at all.

"Okay." She just said, "Then wait until you run out of money."

……and then?

It's gone?

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes in surprise, but saw that He Yan had already gone back to the room.

Normally, things that could cause an uproar at home passed away lightly. Fu Yuhan was dazed for a long time, and after a while, a thought that seemed inappropriate appeared.

——Scores are really a useful shield.

—— No wonder Wen Yu wanted to pretend to be cute in front of others.

Who doesn't like someone who is good-looking, good grades, easy-going and helpful?

Even if that's just the appearance.

Anyway, few people would delve into what is hidden behind Wen Yu's pretentiousness.

That night, the fourth brother transferred the money to him and said a lot of sorry words.On the contrary, Fu Yuhan himself was relieved, because Wen Yu seemed to be angrier than him, and he was a little bit annoyed as the person involved.

After all, Grace didn't take advantage of him.

Go to school the next morning as usual.The typhoon passed by, and the temperature suddenly dropped by nearly ten degrees. Fu Yuhan got up early and still felt the cold in his long-sleeved school uniform.

The trees on the campus turned yellow overnight, and from time to time, fallen leaves dangled and fell from the branches, making a hollow "clack" sound when they rubbed against the concrete road.

Fu Yuhan opened the door to enter the classroom, nestled himself in the seat, and did not move.

At 6:45, Wen Yu put a bag of breakfast on his desk.

Fu Yuhan was catching up on sleep, but he was a little strange when he was woken up: "Didn't you all step into the classroom, why is it so early today?"

"Guess you didn't have breakfast." Wen Yu glanced at him and lowered his voice, "Remember to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit this weekend."

"I'm okay?" Fu Yuhan was at a loss.

Wen Yu: "I'll take you there."

His tone was calm, but there was an indescribable indisputability, Fu Yuhan was speechless: "..."

Forget it, let's go.

Arguing with Wen Yu about this kind of thing is more troublesome than going to the hospital.

but--

"What time? I'm going to visit my fourth brother on the weekend, and he said he can teach me how to draw."

"Saturday morning?" Wen Yu said, "I can take you there after the inspection."

"Row."

The weather is turning cold, not to mention him, everyone likes to nestle in their seats. Perhaps because of this reason, the atmosphere of discussing topics in the classroom is heavier than before.

Fu Yuhan missed a day's homework and got a headache looking at the blank papers from the previous day.However, he was very resilient, and he thought about making up lessons, and he didn't show any impatience in the face of the test papers that he couldn't understand anyway.

Ge Ran passed by on the way, saw him writing the test paper and asked a few words, telling him that if he had any questions, he could call her.

Wen Yu...Wen Yu, who watched the whole process, was stunned and didn't say a word.

However, he soon discovered that Fu Yuhan did not need help as much as he imagined.

In just two days, this person has evolved from "two blind eyes" to "able to sort out knowledge blind spots by category".

Although still do not understand, but not completely ignorant.

It's as if he's drawn a coloring game on a blank sheet of paper. Although the colors haven't been filled in yet, the frame is gradually being completed.

At noon on Friday, Wen Yu watched Fu Yuhan go to the office with his pocket in his pocket.

He walked like looking for trouble, but maybe only Wen Yu knew that he was actually asking a question.

Those were two very basic questions, and Wen Yu could write at least four solutions at a glance.

What does it mean to look far away?

This is Fu Yuhan's behavior.

Gee.

Fu Yuhan himself didn't feel disgusted by his tablemate, he just asked questions at his own pace.

There were not many students in the office at noon yesterday, but the teachers were all there, and they all expressed their praise for his "turning back and doing the right thing".

The mood is a little delicate.

When he was in junior high school, he heard a lot of compliments. At that time, he felt that these teachers were boring to death. As long as the students got good grades, no matter what their character or hobbies were, they could boast with their eyes closed.

But I haven't listened to it for a long time, and when I heard it again, I was surprised that it was not bad.

Although he didn't decide to study hard because of these things.

But for a moment, amidst these praises, he felt that he was gradually coming to life.

Early on Saturday morning, Fu Yuhan went to Wen Yu's house as scheduled.

Because of the appointment in advance, Wen Yu got up in the morning anyway.A person without energy turned into Fu Yuhan instead.

Wen Yu was taken aback when meeting him: "What did you do last night?"

"Painting." Fu Yuhan yawned.

"Do you need to work so hard..." Wen Yu was a little speechless, locked the door and walked out, "I see that you have drawn quite well before?"

"Since when have you seen me draw?"

Wen Yu paused, and suddenly remembered that Fu Yuhan didn't know that he accidentally found his sketchbook on the day of the parents' meeting.

"I caught a glimpse of it when we were dating." Wen Yu's voice was so fast that Wen Yu almost bit his own tongue.

Fortunately, Fu Yuhan didn't become suspicious, and said "Oh".

Obviously he was the one who went for the reexamination, and he brought even less things than Wen Yu, only a shriveled bag——Wen Yu helped him make a temporary medical record when he was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage that day, and that bag of medical records has been kept in Wen Yu's bag. Yu's family has not been touched, and he is responsible for bringing it out today.

When he realized this problem, Wen Yu threw the things into Fu Yuhan's arms: "Get your own medical records."

"Can you sink to death?" Fu Yuhan curled his lips.

"I'm vulnerable."

"……Pooh."

Wen Yu arrived in time that day, and Fu Yuhan himself was in good health, so the reexamination results were all normal.Wen Yu didn't say anything, and took him to the fourth brother's studio by car.

The studio is in the same direction as the shooting location, but it is closer. There is no traffic jam on the road at noon, and they will arrive soon.

"Fourth brother." Wen Yu shouted before entering the door, "I brought him here."

The fourth child had just woken up, wearing a vest and shorts, his hair was messed up like it had been chewed by a dog, and a solid yawn got stuck in his throat after seeing Wen Yu: "...Why did you come with me?"

"I can't come?" Wen Yu was puzzled.

"No, no, cough, cough, cough..." The yawning in his throat made Lao Si cough repeatedly, and he almost couldn't catch his breath, "I, is it an accident that you will come?"

"Did I tell you that Yong Rong was detained last night?" Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

The fourth child is stupid.Fu Yuhan was stunned: "You didn't say that."

"Then I'll talk about it now." Wen Yu said as he pulled up a chair and sat down, "So I'll come and take a look, anyway."

By the way what?

Wen Yu didn't say anything, but the fourth child didn't dare to ask.

Fu Yuhan knew it, but he wanted to ask Wen Yu why he insisted on sending him to the hospital for reexamination, but a certain intuition made him shut up.

The fourth brother's studio is quite large, estimated to be nearly 200 square meters. The outside room is a workbench, computer and a place for meeting guests; the back room has a small studio, prop storage and temporary lounge.

Fu Yuhan turned around.

He has an inexplicable liking for such a messy but orderly workspace, and he is also very interested in some shooting props in the prop warehouse.

There are paintings on some of the walls, ranging from oil paintings to charcoal sketches, and at first glance there are four or five styles of painting.Seeing that he was curious, the fourth child introduced to him and said, "This was drawn by the few of us when we had nothing to do."

Beilin came out of the lounge, heard the words and said with a smile: "There are no photos to take during the off-season, we just paint here, and said that when we become famous, we will auction off our paintings."

Fu Yuhan then lightly hooked the corners of his lips.

"By the way, did you bring your own paintings?"

"I brought a sketch." Fu Yuhan hesitated for a moment, "The previous sketches... were sold by my mother as waste paper."

This is actually a very sad thing, unexpectedly, Beilin burst out laughing: "Hahahaha! After I finished the college entrance examination, my old paintings from high school were also sold by my mother, and I got so angry that I had a big fight with her .”

"Then what happened later?" Fu Yuhan asked.

"Later I said to myself, 'It's a big deal to draw again'. I think I can definitely draw better paintings in college than in high school." , I found it troublesome, so I sold them all myself."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fu Yuhan: "Then you are really awesome?"

Bei Lin laughed for a long time before wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"The main reason is that the mentality is different, you know? When you draw to a certain stage, you will find that what you have painted in the past is all rubbish, and what you are pursuing is no longer the painting itself, but some other level of consciousness. stuff — I've learned that those paintings don't matter to me anymore."

"Yes, that's right, I thought the same way back then." At this time, another person Fu Yuhan had never seen before came out from the back room, probably also an assistant.

In the studio, the fourth child is in his 30s, and the other assistants are also in their twenties. They can't stop talking about the stories of their school days.

Fu Yuhan met all the people in the studio within 10 minutes, and listened to their "short story about selling paintings" by the way.

"But none of you were drawing in the end." Sanmao, the only one who had never learned to draw, yawned and came out of the room.

"When life reaches a new stage, there will be new pursuits. I have evolved." Beilin said seriously, "For example, my current goal in life is to make some money and find a girlfriend."

"Heretical speech." An assistant named Cai Cai said seriously, "What nonsense are you talking about among the gays in the room?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He hadn't deliberately concealed his sexual orientation, nor had he discussed it with others, and it was the first time he realized that he was sitting among a bunch of... "similar".

He subconsciously glanced at Wen Yu.

It was amazing, Wen Yu was also looking at him at this time, his eyes met, and he smiled at him.

It's shallow, but it looks a lot more genuine than his usual put-upon "30-degree smile."

"That's why I'm the only straight man left in this group." Bei Lin made a gesture to hit him, "Okay, we have guests today, don't scare his brother."

"...No, I'm not that timid." Fu Yuhan was more interested in other things, "Do I look crooked?"

"I just saw you." Cai Cai pointed at Wen Yu, "Besides, when did Boss Wen bring a straight man here?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Dare to feel that he was implicated by Wen Yu.

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows: "Did you drink too much again? Did I bring someone here?"

"Then it's true that you didn't bring a straight man here before." Cai Cai felt aggrieved, "Aren't your friends all crooked?"

"Fuck you." Wen Yu cursed with a smile.

Fu Yuhan turned his head away.

In his cognition, there are obviously many straight men among Wen Yu's friends.

He doesn't know Wen Yu who "a bunch of friends are crooked".

This is Wen Yu who he doesn't understand, Fu Yuhan guessed, not only him, but also Yang Fan, Chu Lei, Ma Gan, Pi Qiu... They don't understand.

"Okay, okay, I still have two films to shoot in the afternoon." The fourth child interrupted their chat and stood up, "Cai Cai, are you okay today, are you taking Xiaohan with you?"

"Huh? What is he doing here?" Cai Cai was a little belatedly asked, "Internship?"

"It's counseling before the college entrance examination." Beilin patted his shoulder and stood up.

"Art?" Cai Cai looked at Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan nodded: "Yes."

"Oh, okay."

"Then Xiaohan followed him—our teacher Cai was an artist in the province back then.