Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Cai Cai picked out a few vases and fruits and came back, found a piece of flannelette, and arranged them randomly according to the feeling of a still life sketch.

"Draw it. The conditions here are not very good, so it's hard for you to make do with it." He said, "The sketch for the entrance exam takes three hours, so you draw first, and I'll correct it for you in an hour."

"Okay," Fu Yuhan picked up the pencil that was just sharpened, "Thank you."

The fourth child is going to take some promotional pictures of accessories today, all of which can be taken in the small studio that comes with the studio.But in this way, Fu Yuhan could only hide in the lounge and draw pictures, because the overhead light could not be turned on in the studio.

The lounge is a veritable lounge, and there are beds in it. The few of them may have spent the night in the studio last night, and a few beds are randomly piled with unmade thin quilts.

The windows are not open, so the air is not very good.

Fu Yuhan didn't think much of it, he was sitting and drawing in the open space next to him, and those beds wouldn't affect him.But Wen Yu, who followed in, couldn't take it anymore, frowned and walked over to open the window.

"It's so delicate." Fu Yuhan's pen was already moving, and his eyes fell on the scenery, but he was laughing at Wen Yu.

"Don't like it?" Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and looked over.

Fu Yuhan nodded: "It's a bit."

"Another appointment?" Wen Yu sat on the bay window, "I'll accompany you anytime."

"I'm sorry," Fu Yuhan ignored him, "I'm not free now."

Wen Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and smiled.

But no, Fu Yuhan's condition is much worse recently than when he just started school, he has to draw and study, and even has to make money.

"Have you really decided to take the T university?"

"Let's choose." Fu Yuhan said, "You may not be able to pass the exam--last time I heard from Beilin that they always picked a few more schools to take the school exam during the college entrance examination, and finally chose from the schools that passed the exam. Best to volunteer."

Every December is the time for the Provincial Art Entrance Examination, followed by the three-month "Long March" in various places.

Every art student has been tortured in the winter of the third year of senior high school to take the train to take the exam in different cities, and cannot escape, because most of the better schools require separate exams.

"Anyway, if I don't go abroad... I should choose a few more schools in the imperial capital." Fu Yuhan said again.

Yang Fan is a person who seems heartless but has a clear goal. He said that he will definitely go to T University if he wants to take the exam.The reason why Fu Yuhan chose more schools in the imperial capital is self-evident.

A gust of wind blew past the window, curling up Wen Yu's forehead hair. He somehow wanted to find fault, so he stretched out his hand to open the window wide.

The wind blew in and knocked down an unsteady apple.

Fu Yuhan closed his eyes speechlessly, as if swallowing the swear words that were about to blurt out.He stood up and helped the apple back to its original state, and said angrily, "Can't you close the window?"

"No."

"Then why don't you go home?" Fu Yuhan asked sincerely, "Thank you today, but I think you have nothing to do here, why don't you go back?"

"No," Wen Yu said, "It's a rare time to come here, and I'm going to eat Ye Kee tonight."

Ye Ji is a small restaurant nearby. It is said that the owner's surname is Ye.

The sauerkraut fish and fried wontons inside are a must, and Fu Yuhan heard about Yu talking about it on the way here.

Fu Yuhan had no choice but to sit back: "Then don't make trouble."

He couldn't punch Wen Yu in the face, and there was nothing he could do if Wen Yu really wanted to open the window.

Fortunately, the flannelette has weight, so it won't be blown away by the wind, so the deformed apple will suffer.

"What kind of trouble is it to open the window?" Wen Yu said, closing the window halfway, turning his face out of the window.

Yang Fan.

Wen Yu pondered over the name.

In fact, he can't understand why there is any need to persevere in the affection that is doomed to die without a problem. It is true that he likes Yang Fan, but that's just what he likes.

He has liked many people and many things, most of them are passers-by, appearing briefly in his favorite list, and then disappearing quietly.

Wen Yu couldn't understand Fu Yuhan's turbulent and silent feelings like an undercurrent.

But then again, it was precisely because he didn't understand, never had, or experienced, that he became interested in exploring Fu Yuhan.

He also wanted Fu Yuhan to be admitted to T University.

But now Wen Yu is not very happy.

Cai Cai's eloquence is not very good, and she can't speak well in class, but she is worthy of being the No.

Fu Yuhan came to a sudden, and some doubts that he hadn't thought about clearly suddenly became clear.

Painting is a job that requires long-term practice, and the time he has experienced cannot be ignored. He has not learned it systematically, but he has learned every single stroke.

The content of the entrance exam is three hours of sketching characters, three hours of color still life, and two 10 minutes of character sketching exams. Cai Cai roughly told him the direction of daily practice. The fourth brother also said that he should go there when he is free, and he can introduce if there is work. Do it for him.

Fu Yuhan wrote down one by one.

He stayed in the studio all afternoon, and then a group of people went to Yeji Restaurant to eat pickled fish and fried wontons at Wen Yu's request, and then went home.

Following the end of September is the long National Day holiday that senior high school students do not deserve.It is said to be a "long" vacation, but in fact they have a total of two and a half days off.

Fu Yuhan spent the two days at his fourth brother's place, drawing and taking pictures for a day and a half.

The fourth brother found him a new job, which was to take baby pictures of new clothes for a men's clothing store with a literary and artistic style.

The style of the pictures required by this store is strong, emphasizing the clothes themselves and weakening the characters. Fu Yuhan doesn't need to show his face much, and the most photographed are backs and silhouettes showing half of his face.

He is 182 tall, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a thin figure, which matches the style of clothes in this store.The first set of sample pictures was sent over, and they immediately decided to cooperate with Fu Yuhan for a whole season.

Calculated on a weekly basis, that is to say, a total of 12 sets of clothes will be photographed. Fu Yuhan calculated the income and felt that it was enough for him to survive a difficult time.

The fourth brother and the others also taught him how to paint for free, saving a lot of expenses.

"Thank you? Don't, don't, I really can't do it." The fourth child stayed up all night for work again, his eyes were black and black, and his face was full of fatigue. He rubbed his face and pressed Fu Yuhan's shoulder, "I was just apologizing Yes. If you really want to thank you, you might as well thank Xiao Qi——I heard that Yong Rong has had a miserable life recently."

Fu Yuhan was slightly startled: "How to say?"

"I don't know the details, but two days ago I went out to drink with my friends, and I heard from a friend who knew Yongrong that he hadn't had a good time recently." The fourth child lit a cigarette for himself, "Don't you know?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head, and took half a step back calmly.

He doesn't like the smell of smoke very much.

"Wen Yu didn't say anything." He added, "We are about to take the monthly exam, and he seems a little busy."

"Monthly exam? Busy?" The fourth child seemed to have heard some joke, and sneered, "Stop talking nonsense, Xiao Qi also needs to review his brain? That's a god of learning... No, it's the database! All the answers are stored in the brain The kind in the school. I’ve known him for several years, even before the big exam, he went out to drink with us.”

Fu Yuhan: "...fourth brother, Wen Yu is also human."

"Plug in the electricity and you can become a robot." The fourth child muttered, "Anyway, if you want to know about Yongrong, you can ask him, and you can only ask him. This person is addicted to being Lei Feng. If you don't ask, he will never ask." I won’t say what he did—it was like that when I was helping Xiao Liu.”

"Yes," Fu Yuhan said, "I know."

Wen Yu is indeed not the kind of character who would take the initiative to ask for credit, so much so that Fu Yuhan got busy recently and thought that the matter of Yongrong was gone.

"By the way, there is also what you said last time. I contacted you." The fourth child took out a small note with the address and phone number from his pocket and handed it over, "The old teacher from the Academy of Fine Arts, Normal University , It is said that word of mouth is quite good, the most important thing is that he will hire models, you need this, right?"

"Yes, thank you fourth brother." Fu Yuhan took it.

Although several people here can tutor him, after two weeks of painting, Fu Yuhan realized that he still needs to find a special art teacher to take lessons.

One big reason is that the photography studio can't invite real models for him to sketch from life, so he can only rely on copying the examples in books to practice figure sketching.

Copying and sketching are two completely different experiences, and the latter can better exercise observation and skills.But most people don't know where to go for the kind of sketching models that sit for three hours without any channels.

There are requirements for sketching models. Apart from the need to sit still for a long time, it is best to be older.

When a person is young, the sky is full, but as he gets older, he becomes thinner and bony, and the cheek flesh will gradually sag, making the bone and muscle structure of the face clear.

The easier the model to draw, the better it is for the student to train—the elderly are easier than the young, and men are easier than women.

The best thing to draw is an old man, and the hardest thing to draw is a girl.

There are many art teachers in the city who teach students in their own homes or rent a special studio. A class lasts three hours, copying or sketching is acceptable, and the teacher is responsible for revising and explaining individually.

It is very common for art students to go with their studies, and it is common for them to attend classes on a regular basis, so there is no need to worry about progress, but there are very few teachers who hire models—after all, the cost of hiring models is not low—the fourth child took a lot of effort to find out for Fu Yuhan to a suitable one.

Fu Yuhan took the note and looked at it, and found that the teacher's place of class was not far from his home. The fourth brother obviously put a lot of thought into it, so he couldn't help but thank him again.

"I said no thanks." The fourth child waved his hand, "In the future, if you need to come and paint, you can come again. Anyway, Cai Cai is idle when he is idle."

"Where am I free!" Cai Cai, who was editing the picture, let out an overtime dog roar.

"You don't have time and there is Beilin."

"Fuck, are we tool people?" Bei Lin scolded him, then turned to Fu Yuhan, "Don't mind, we just scold the boss every day, and we don't mean not to welcome you."

"...I did not misunderstand."

Having been here for two weeks, Fu Yuhan could tell that this group of people was very enthusiastic.

Although it may be because of Wen Yu's face, he really didn't feel any rejection.The teacher's class costs a hundred per class, so he definitely can't just sit there for three days, Fu Yuhan still wants to come.

Besides, he had to work.

"Okay, let's change clothes first." The fourth child smoked a cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, cleared his throat, "Go and change clothes, let's try to finish taking photos for this issue today. Sanmao, have you cleaned up the locker room—”

"San Mao died suddenly because of overtime!" San Mao shouted from inside.

After coming out from the fourth brother's side, the sun has already moved to the west.

The number of vehicles speeding by increased, the pedestrians looked in a hurry, and the streets became crowded.Fu Yuhan was already familiar with the journey from the studio to the station, and the fourth brother didn't pretend to ask someone to see him off.

Fu Yuhan seemed to remember the trajectory of the setting sun that day.

Because he got a call on the way.

Long-lost, a call from Fu Xuecheng.

He froze for a few seconds before picking up: "Hello?"

"Xiaohan?" The background voice on the other end of the phone was very quiet, Fu Yuhan guessed that he might be in the office or at home, Fu Xuecheng paused for a moment, and asked, "Are you outside?"

"Hmm." Fu Yuhan asked softly, "Is there something wrong?"

"I just talked to He...your mother on the phone." Fu Xuecheng said, "It is customary to send her this month's money, but she told me that you haven't taken any money from your family for more than half a month? You now have financial resources ?"

Fu Yuhan walked to the station and stood still, looking at the orange and purple sunset glow in the sky, it was extremely beautiful, and it was a color he could not draw yet.

"I guess there is." He thought for a while and said, "I'm working part-time."

"It's the third year of high school. Why can't you think about working part-time?" It sounded like Fu Xuecheng was very dissatisfied, "He Yan is just taking care of the child like this?"

"The last time I ran to find you, didn't you ask me to ask her." Fu Yuhan said with a blank expression, "I asked, but she didn't agree with me learning painting—but I want to learn."

"About this matter, I also chatted with her today. I think that although your mother often makes trouble for no reason, what she said is still reasonable." Fu Xuecheng said, "Xiaohan, I didn't expect that your grades are now better than when you were in junior high school." Falling so far... What have you been doing for the past two years? There is still more than half a year left before the college entrance examination, and you should be able to take a book if you spend your part-time work on making up classes. You were very good at studying back then, weren't you?"

Fu Yuhan frowned lightly: "Didn't you object when I mentioned it to you the other day?"

"I am a parent who respects children's ideas." Fu Xuecheng said seriously, "But I didn't expect you to learn painting because of poor grades—Xiaohan, I told you a long time ago that you must let You have the right to choose.”

"...Who said it was because of my grades?"

"Your words are not convincing."

"..."

The waiting bus finally arrived, Fu Yuhan rolled his eyes, changed his hand on the phone, touched the bus card and swiped it.

"Dad, you don't plan to pay for my art class anyway." He wanted to hang up the phone as he spoke, "Just don't worry about it."

During off-duty hours, there were many passengers on the bus going home, so Fu Yuhan slipped through the crowd and stood at the back door.

As expected of his father, Fu Xuecheng knew what he wanted to do by listening to the voice, and said before the phone was disconnected: "Wait a minute."

Fu Yuhan decided to give him ten more seconds: "Huh?"

"I was just discussing with your mother. You don't take money from the family, but you will go home to eat. From now on, I will give her half of the monthly support for her as food expenses, and let you spend the other half. What do you think? Like?" Fu Xuecheng thought for a while, "It's not bad to study art, but why do you have to learn painting if you have the ability to go to a serious university?"

"You..." Fu Yuhan was puzzled, "Where did you get the confidence to think that I will definitely be able to write a book?"

"You got good grades back then, didn't you?"

"But now it's not the beginning." Fu Yuhan decided to put his ugly words first, "I have no objection if you give me money, but I will use it to take art classes."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

After the typhoon passed, the carriage was a little stuffy, and Fu Yuhan was a little tired holding the phone, and his irritability accumulated little by little.

Young people don't listen to persuasion, let alone this kind of semi-forced "persuasion".

The more his parents objected to his painting, the more he wanted to continue learning.

"I'll hang up without talking," he said.

"I can give you money." Fu Xuecheng said suddenly, "But Dad has a condition."

"what?"

"Don't go to work in the future, study hard. Art students also need culture class grades, right? If your grades can go up, you can fill in an ordinary major if you volunteer. If you can't do it, then consider art." Ask, "I heard that you had a conflict with your mother. If you don't want to live at home, your father can also find you a house near the school. Just a few days ago, Ruoyan told me that this place is too far away from No. [-] Middle School. Let’s rent a house, and the two of you brothers can live together.”

"..."

Fu Yuhan blinked.

He suddenly thought of what He Yan had said, and his face became a little strange: "Dad, I never asked about the child support... How much do you give Mom a month?"

"What's wrong?" Fu Xuecheng paused, "3000."

"Half is 1500." Fu Yuhan snorted lightly, "Dad, do you know why I chose to be with my mother?"

Fu Xuecheng didn't make a sound.

"Because you really don't know me very well." Fu Yuhan said bitterly, "Forget it, how could I live with Zhou Xiangyan, do you really think we are brothers?"

He hung up the phone while talking, but Fu Xuecheng didn't answer his call again.

The phone was silently put into the pocket, the eyelids drooped, and the shadow cast by the long eyelashes made Fu Yuhan look a bit lonely.

it is as expected.

The reason why he didn't chase Fu Xuecheng for money at the beginning was that he guessed it would happen.

1500 just wanted to interfere with his decision, how could Yan give 200 a week, at least she wouldn't care what time Fu Yuhan went home—oh, except for not returning home at night.

He always felt that his father took it for granted and liked to use his own ideas on others.If you dissect this kind of assumption carefully, you can taste a little bit of arrogance from it.

For example, let him and Zhou Xiangyan get along as brothers wishfully.

...What a fart, to put it bluntly, he is a stranger.Not to mention him, even Zhou Xiangyan would find it awkward if he was normal.

At this time, Fu Yuhan felt that the fourth brother was really kind to him, and he could find more than 1000 yuan in half a month, which was barely enough for him to learn painting.

The most important thing is such freedom, no one will come out and criticize him for learning to paint.

The predecessors made sense, financial independence is really important.

Fu Yuhan thought a lot.

The car kept driving forward, stop and go, and when passing by Wen Yu's house, Fu Yuhan saw a corner of the unique style of buildings in that community in the gradually falling night.

He suddenly realized that this very good job seemed to be thanks to Wen Yu.

... Since when did he forget to be polite to Wen Yu?

He didn't seem to remember either.

Fu Yuhan quickly contacted the art teacher of the normal university, and lived a life of attending class once a week and spending the rest of the time at his fourth brother's place to paint.

Time flies when people focus on something.On the way, Fu Yuhan asked Wen Yu twice about Yong Rong, one time Wen Yu told others that he was in the detention center, and one time Wen Yu didn't answer, just said that he would know when the time came.

Later, Fu Yuhan didn't ask any more questions, mainly because he was really busy.

However, no matter how busy he is, he will never forget to prepare a birthday present for Yang Fan.

Apart from the National Day holiday in October, the most important thing for Fu Yuhan is Yang Fan's birthday.

"This Saturday night!" Yang Fan deliberately picked 11:[-] pm, which is a time when everyone is sure to finish class, to call him, "I reserved a table at the 'Huarong Banquet', we have a meal and we go to sing. Time is tight in the third year of high school, so let’s keep it simple.”

There is nothing wrong with Fu Yuhan: "Well, what time?"

"At 6:[-]! Eat early and play early, go home early in the evening, so you don't miss your homework." Yang Fan chuckled, "For the coming-of-age ceremony, I ordered an oversized cake. It looks very cool. You must like it. "

"You said it as if you bought it for me." Fu Yuhan's voice was unconsciously tinged with a little smile, "I have a class on Saturday, maybe it won't work at 6:7... [-] o'clock?"

"Anyway, you want to eat." Yang Fan wondered, "What class?"

"Art class. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Didn't I plan to be an art student? Recently, I found a teacher from the Normal University for special training."

"How are you teaching?"

"I think it's quite useful."

"That's good." Yang Fan said, "Speaking of which, are you ready for my gift?"

"I've already prepared it." Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "But this year I don't have much money, and the gift is not something particularly expensive."

"That's not important!" After Yang Fan finished speaking, he paused, "Oh, by the way, can you bring a pen and paper on the day you come?"

"Ok?"

"I want you to help me draw a picture on the spot... Uh, it doesn't need to be very big, can you just bring your sketchbook?"

"Row."

"Then it's settled!" Yang Fan said with a smile, "From now on, you are my father, and my son loves you."

Although it was just a joke, the word "love you" still tickled Fu Yuhan's ears.He chuckled: "How many days can I enjoy being a father?"

"You will be my father until my birthday is over!" Yang Fan reminded again, "You can come over at 7 o'clock, try to come earlier, otherwise the food will be eaten by those beasts when you arrive - I will hang up first , but also to inform others."

"Notify Wen Yu?"

"It's not over, you two, didn't you say you made up?" Yang Fan was still laughing, "I will definitely call him on my birthday, it's not like you don't know."

"I really want to say what I don't want to know." Fu Yuhan was in a good mood, "Forget it, you go and inform. See you on Saturday."

"See you on Saturday." Yang Fan hung up the phone.

After entering the third year of high school, their contact became less and less, and they didn't even have time to send messages.

Sometimes Fu Yuhan didn't want to bother him, but wanted to talk to him very much. This long-lost call saved Fu Yuhan from scratching his ears and cheeks.

Unfortunately.

It's a pity that he should have known earlier that good things always take a long time——

Early on Saturday morning, it started to rain lightly.Fu Yuhan went out early in the morning and went to Si Ge's place to take new photos for this week in the morning mist.

In the afternoon, he left from his fourth brother and rushed to his teacher's house for art class.

He kept the birthday present for Yang Fan in his bag all the time. Although the backpack could block the rain, Fu Yuhan was always afraid that the water vapor would soak the wrapping paper, so he kept the bag in his arms all day long.

This action was a bit frustrating, and he would definitely not be able to do it another day.

The number of students in the teacher's class varies each time, and there are so many people on this day, Fu Yuhan wants to wait for him to change the painting, seeing that he has to leave a few minutes late.

He found time to call Yang Fan: "Hello, Yang Fan?"

There was noisy laughter on the other end of the phone, Yang Fan's voice rang out after a while: "What's wrong, Xiaohan?"

"My side may be a few minutes late, sorry." He said softly.

"Oh, I knew you were going to be late, so I told you so hard!" Yang Fan said, and there was a burst of giggling female voices, and he said "wait" in a low voice before continuing to tell Fu Yuhan, "Forget it!" Forget it, it’s okay, that guy Wen Yu didn’t arrive either. I think you two might as well come together if you drop by.”

"...Why should I go with him." Fu Yuhan muttered.

Since the teacher's home is close to his home, it means that it is not far from No.[-] Middle School.

If I had to say it, if Wen Yu stopped by to look for him, they could indeed go there together.

But Fu Yuhan didn't intend to make this call to Wen Yu—it's fine in normal times, but today is Yang Fan's birthday, so he can't go on the same road as Wen Yu no matter what.

This is a kind of spiritual competition, and Fu Yuhan is very stubborn in this regard.

"Save me waiting twice! You don't know, the road is very congested today."

At this time, Yang Fan suddenly whispered "Ah" twice, "Don't, don't pinch, it's over soon."

Fu Yuhan's eyes flashed, suddenly there was some ominous premonition: "Who are you talking to?"

"My goddess," Yang Fan gasped, holding back his pain and said, "Your sister-in-law."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"I wanted to introduce it after you all came." Yang Fan seemed to be pinched, and kept yelling, "Don't pinch the baby, your husband is going to die!"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"I've teased her for a long time, and finally agreed to me a few days ago! I was thinking about having a birthday party, so I can introduce her to you... I'm just you buddies, I can't justify it without a formal introduction."

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes: "Hmm... is it the one I've been chasing before? Then congratulations, your wishes come true."

"Hey, thank you." Yang Fan smiled, "Then come here early!! I also want you to draw a picture for us as a commemoration."

"……Um."

There was a beep in my ear without warning, Fu Yuhan hung up the phone, and didn't hear his own voice for a moment.

I had foreseen such a day for a long time, so it was not too surprising.

Yang Fan has been chasing his goddess for at least half a year.

He's a straight guy, straight through and through, and doesn't realize that his two best "buddies" think differently about him.

"Fu Yuhan? Fu Yuhan?"

The teacher called him dozens of times, and Fu Yuhan didn't recover until he slapped him on the shoulder, "What are you thinking?"

Fu Yuhan: "No, nothing... What's wrong?"

"It's your turn." The teacher said, "Get up, I'll change the drawing for you."

"Okay, thank you, thank you teacher." Fu Yuhan hurriedly got up and gave the drawing board to the teacher.

The most essential part of the tuition fee for a class is the time to change the painting and explain, but Fu Yuhan couldn't concentrate this day.

The phone obviously vibrated several times in his pocket, Fu Yuhan didn't dare to take it out to look at it.

He was suddenly afraid that Yang Fan would call and say something to him again, so now he might not be able to pretend to be calm and answer any of his questions.

Fu Yuhan was the third from the bottom. By the time his painting was corrected, there were not many people left in the studio.

The bustle was suddenly swept away, and there was a sudden silence in the studio.He forced himself to focus and put his things in order.

I don't know when it rained heavily.When Fu Yuhan walked to the door, he realized that the umbrella he brought was taken by the wrong person and disappeared.

What did that sentence say.

When people are unlucky, drinking cold water will clog their teeth, Fu Yuhan can feel it.

Wen Yu was stunned for a while when he received Yang Fan's call, and then quickly smiled: "Then congratulations, all wishes come true."

"How can your lines be exactly the same as Xiao Han's." Yang Fan joked with him, "I suggest you two get married in place."

"That won't work. I've been pinching him for so many years. I'm afraid I'll scare you to death when I get married suddenly."

Yang Fan was overjoyed on the other end of the phone.

"Hey wait, you already told him?" Wen Yu suddenly realized something.

"Ah, he just called me and told me he would be late, so I'll let you know." Yang Fan asked, "Do you know where his class is? Why don't you pick him up? It's raining today. The way here is blocked, I don't want to wait for you twice!"

"I know." Wen Yu buttoned the last button, walked to the window and took a look.

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rain was much heavier than in the morning.

"Then I'll go and have a look," he said, "I just plan to go out."

"Okay." Shou Xing called out, "Hurry up! My treat will have to wait for you two late kings!"

"Got it." Wen Yu himself didn't realize it, he sighed after hanging up the phone.

Fortunately, he called a taxi in advance, otherwise he would never be able to hail a taxi in the torrential rain when he went downstairs.

Fu Yuhan never told him where the home of the art teacher at the Normal University was, but Wen Yu, out of some kind of psychology that he didn't quite understand, asked the fourth child to go to him.

The fourth child didn't doubt that there was him, so he sent it directly, and Wen Yu kept it all the time.

The place is not far away, it usually takes 5 minutes by car, but today it took 10 minutes.

At 6:32 in the evening, Wen Yu asked the driver to wait for him, opened his umbrella and walked quickly into the community.

Three minutes later, he bumped into a person who had just walked into the rainstorm from the porch.

The man was soaking himself in the rain, but he was still holding his bag, bowing his head, trying to protect the bag from the rainstorm.Wen Yu frowned, followed quickly, grabbed the other person's arm and dragged him to the nearest apartment building.

"What are you doing... Wen Yu?"

"It's me." Wen Yu put away the umbrella, put his hands in his pockets, and looked up and down at the drenched man, "What are you going to do? Can't you think about it when you're broken in love?"

"..." Fu Yuhan slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "You know it too."

"After chasing after the goddess, she hurriedly wanted to announce it to the world. It's understandable." Wen Yu said as he took out a pack of tissues and handed them over, "I thought you had expected it—wipe."

"It was expected, I wasn't very surprised." Fu Yuhan took the tissue and wiped the backpack in his arms without greeting him, "But..."

But it's impossible not to be sad.

Fu Yuhan didn't say the following words, but he was as keen as Wen Yu, and he could read this unfinished sentence from the corners of his eyes and brows at a glance.

He looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Why don't you go today."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback: "How can it be done?"

"Look at you now, can you pretend to be in front of Yang Fan?" Wen Yu mocked lightly, "At that time, he will be in high spirits on happy occasions, but you will cry at his birthday party and girlfriend introduction meeting, and your friends will still do it." Don't do it?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

He lowered his head and wiped the water droplets on the bag.

The surface of the backpack was completely wet, but the inside was fine. Although it was a bit damp, the wrapped gift was still dry.

Fu Yuhan didn't want it to suffer, so he found a dry paper towel to cover it, and put the gift box on the steps of the unit building.

"I still have to go, it's even more problematic if I don't go." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then said softly, "Wait for me to adjust for a while...Although I'm not as good at putting on airs as you are, I can still...can be adjusted."

Wen Yu didn't make a sound.

He stared at him gravely for a long while, before saying, "Are you going with your clothes wet like this?"

"There's no place to change now." Fu Yuhan lowered his head, "I don't want to be late for too long."

"Do you think it's worth it?"

"Is it worth it?" Fu Yuhan laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm used to it--don't you?"

Wen Yu thought to himself that I really am not.

"Let's go together then. I called a car and waited outside." He said, "There is a shopping mall next to that hotel. Go and buy a change of clothes."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him: "The clothes over there are very expensive."

"I'll give it to you." Wen Yu glanced at him, "A gift for broken love."

"..."

If Fu Yuhan could be more energetic, he would definitely call him crazy now.

The same is a lost lover in the world, why is it too urgent to meet each other.

Does hurting each other really make you happy?Fu Yuhan didn't know if Wen Yu was, anyway, he wasn't.

It's a pity that he doesn't want to say a word now, language has suddenly become a thing that needs to be done with all his strength, and Fu Yuhan is tortured to the brink of death, without any strength.

He rewrapped the birthday gift with a tissue and a backpack, followed Wen Yu silently, and got into the car at the gate of the community.

The road was indeed blocked, and the two of them were relatively silent in the small space in the back seat of the car.

Wen Yu kept looking out the window.

Halfway through, Fu Yuhan turned his head to look at him, and asked curiously, "Aren't you sad?"

"Not as sad as you." Wen Yu didn't look at him.

Fu Yuhan said in his heart that it must be, Wen Yu and Yang Fan have only known each other for more than two years, and their relationship must not be as deep as he and Yang Fan.

It's ridiculous to say that he always wanted to prove this before, but he didn't prove it until he broke up in love.

Today's road conditions are as bad as Fu Yuhan's mood.

The car stopped and went, and it took four or ten minutes to get to the downstairs of the mall.Wen Yu opened the umbrella, and carried Fu Yuhan, who was slumped, straight up to the men's clothing counter on the fourth floor, found a sports brand, and closed his eyes to pick out a set of sportswear.

After Wen Yu paid the bill, he threw a set of sportswear with a bottoming long-sleeved T into Fu Yuhan's arms, raised his chin, and pointed in the direction of the toilet: "Over there."

Fu Yuhan hugged the suit: "I suddenly don't want to go."

"Okay," Wen Yu said, "Then let's go back."

"..."

"Forget it," Fu Yuhan turned around, "Let's change clothes."

"Have you figured it out?" Wen Yu followed behind him.

"It's not that I never thought that this day would come." Fu Yuhan sighed, "I knew that I would die a miserable death, so I missed this night... just pass it."

Wen Yu tilted his head and stopped.

Fu Yuhan didn't notice his movements and was still walking forward.

His figure was indeed tall and straight, and the clothes he wore before were soaked and stained on his body, which aggravated the outline.

Wen Yu stared at his sharp back for a minute, until Fu Yuhan realized that there was no one behind him, and turned to him, "What are you doing?"

"It's okay." Wen Yu followed quickly, "Are you going home tonight?"

"how?"

"I have something to tell you," Wen Yu tilted his head to ask for his opinion, "Go to my house when it's over?"

"??" Fu Yuhan glanced at him suspiciously, "Is there anything you can't say now?"

"I haven't thought about it," he replied, "You have to wait for me to organize the language."

"..." Fu Yuhan nodded, "All right."

He went to the bathroom to change, and stuffed the wet clothes into his backpack.

When buying clothes, there are bags from the shopping mall. He stuffed the bags and clothes in one go, and held the dry presents in his hand.

Wen Yu thought he was going to the market, but Fu Yuhan turned into the shopping mall after going down two floors.

"Why are you going?" Wen Yu called out to him, "Hua Rong Yan is not going here."

"No, I want to buy something." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "Yang Fan asked me to draw a picture of him and his goddess... The pen and paper I brought are already wet, so I have to buy another set."

"..."

Wen Yu raised his brows high, grabbed his arm and pulled him back, forcing him to turn around.

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