Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

As soon as the door opened, the people inside turned their heads at the same time.Seeing Fu Yuhan's appearance, Chu Lei almost choked on drinking water, "Cough, cough cough...fuck, Brother Fu, what's the matter with you today? It's okay for Yang Fan to dress up for his birthday, but you also dress up so nicely, can you help me?" How can some of us stinky dios who just came over from make-up classes survive?"

Fu Yuhan paused.

Chu Lei and the others didn't wear school uniforms, but they looked ashamed, as if they had just been ravaged by Tihai.

"You came to eat and bought new clothes!" He pointed at the shopping bag with the brand LOGO in Fu Yuhan's hand and complained, "You also got wet hair!"

Although he knew Chu Lei was a comedian early on, Fu Yuhan reaffirmed this conclusion at this second.

The mood that was still cloudy and rainy a few minutes ago suddenly became ridiculous because of Chu Lei's gag.

Speechlessly, he pulled the drooping bangs on his forehead: "This is wet hair? Is this wet hair?"

Yang Fan stared at him: "Are you caught in the rain?"

"Ah, um." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, licked his lower lip, and then glanced over, "It's raining too much... an accident."

Sitting next to Yang Fan is a thin girl with a full sky, a pointed chin, a simple ponytail, and a lock of forehead hair falling on her cheeks, showing a bit of frailty.

Not a very aggressive look, but nice to look at.

There were two young girls sitting next to her, and they usually wouldn't call girls when they got together—mainly because girls who didn't have a good relationship could call—these two were probably best friends brought by "sister-in-law".

Yang Fan stared at him wondering what he was thinking, Fu Yuhan didn't dare to look too much, and staggered his gaze.

Fortunately, Chu Lei, who didn't know anything, helped him out——

"Go ahead and buy a set when you're wet, the young master is still the young master of the past." Chu Lei marveled, "But this dress looks so good... See, Brother Fu, once you dress up, the girls will start to look at you, Don't pay attention to us at all."

The two girls smiled shyly and whispered, "Chu Lei, what are you talking about?"

Before Fu Yuhan could speak, Wen Yu came up from behind him, and smacked Chu Lei's forehead: "Your brother Fu can kill you in seconds without dressing up. I really don't know why I was single until this year?"

"..." The smile on the corner of Chu Lei's mouth turned into a catastrophe in a second, "...You have lived a long life, what happened during this time? I haven't seen you for more than a month, and I actually saw Brother Yu talking for Brother Fu. I was dreaming ?"

The crowd was dumbfounded: "You are not alone in waking up."

Chu Lei: "Old irons, there is a traitor among us."

Wen Yu pulled away two unoccupied chairs, sat down in one of them, looked at Chu Lei and said, "I still don't understand? Now I am a member of the third class."

A group of No. [-] middle school students condemned his ruthless behavior.

Fu Yuhan sat down on another chair that Wen Yu had pulled out, and hung the shopping bag on the back of the chair.

His fingers trembled a little, he pinched himself quietly, took a deep breath, turned around, hooked the corner of his mouth as far as possible, and handed over the wrapped gift: "Here, happy birthday."

"Bobo." Yang Fan blew him a very sensual kiss as usual, and opened the gift box with great interest, "You still remember to prepare gifts for me every year, these beasts will only give alms after being urged by me I have a red envelope."

Ball: "It's not good to give you a red envelope!"

Ma Gan: "That's right, refund the money if you don't accept it!"

"Back off!" Yang Fan said.

He quickly tore off the meticulously wrapped wrapping paper, revealing the exquisite box inside.Yang Fan opened the lid of the box——

Wen Yu turned his head, and saw a handmade glue phone case in the middle of a pile of plastic ribbons for foil.

A hand-painted colorful figure painting was incorporated into the glue, showing Yang Fan napping on the desk with his chin resting on one hand, and some small imitation diamond-style sequins were decorated on the phone case, not many, but The whole phone case looks shiny because of this.

Wen Yu recognized this painting, which was very similar to the big picture on the newspaper at the back of the classroom.

It turns out that the villain sleeping on his stomach was also drawn with Yang Fan in mind.

"Wow," Yang Fan exclaimed, "isn't this really pretty?"

He immediately took out his mobile phone, removed the original case and put on a new case.

Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip, his eyes drooped, and he tried to make a joke: "If you had said earlier that you found us a sister-in-law, I should have made you a couple shell."

"Then can I pre-order a pair of couple phone cases that will be shipped next year?"

"Yes." Fu Yuhan nodded, and found out the pen and paper he just bought, "Now I can give you a painting first."

"Don't worry!" Yang Fan said, "Let me introduce you first."

"You introduced you." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "Don't delay my painting."

This is what I promised to draw for him on the phone before, and he started to draw like a normal person.

Long time no see, everyone at the table was very happy. At the coming-of-age ceremony, Mr. Shou Xing announced that he had found a girlfriend for the first time in his life, and was ridiculed twice by a group of friends.

There was a little smile on Fu Yuhan's lips, as if he was drawing while listening to Yang Fan's introduction.

But Wen Yu glanced at him halfway, and found that Fu Yuhan was not very attentive.

His slightly invisible smile hardly changed, and a mask hung on his face.

Wen Yu is used to smirking, and has rich experience in this area. Fu Yuhan can fool others, but not him.

His paintings are not the same as in the past - the sketches of art students pay attention to quickness and vividness, and the face style of the characters is more realistic, which does not conform to the general aesthetics, so it is not so much that Fu Yuhan is drawing sketches at the moment, it is better to say that he I'm drawing a manga.

He drew Yang Fan and his girlfriend Zhao Tong as beautifully as possible, and finally handed the painting over: "Here, I wish you...a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"What a good marriage for a hundred years." Zhao Tong blushed and said angrily, his voice was soft and weak.

"Hahahaha, okay," Yang Fan laughed and took the painting and said, "I'm going to frame it when I go back tonight!"

"The painting is really good." Zhao Tong glanced at the painting and smiled at Fu Yuhan, "Thank you."

Yang Fan: "Why are you being so polite? I told you a long time ago that Xiaohan is my best friend, and I don't pay much attention to these formalities with him...Ahhh, don't pinch me, it hurts!"

"Friends have to thank you too!" Zhao Tong stared at him and scolded him in a low voice.

Fu Yuhan's left hand under the table clenched into a fist.

Wen Yu turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes fell.

"Why?" Fu Yuhan noticed his gaze.

"Your shoelaces are loose." Wen Yu said.

"... Oh." Fu Yuhan backed away from the chair, bent down and got under the table.

He should thank Wen Yu for his keenness, because there is nothing wrong with his shoelaces.

It's just that if he doesn't find another chance to adjust his expression, he is afraid that his eyes will turn red.

Fu Yuhan tied his shoelaces twice under the table before looking up again.

Today, he seldom talks, and he mainly listens throughout the whole process.The two girls that Zhao Tong brought were Song Ting and Li Sisi, her two best girlfriends.None of them were students in the No. [-] Middle School, and Fu Yuhan could tell from the words that she brought them specially to introduce to Yang Fan's good brothers.

Young people, let me introduce you. If you come out to play together twice, maybe you will be right.

This group of people usually just hang out with each other and have no chance to get in touch with girls at all. Although they shout every day that they want a partner, they have made no real progress.

Yang Fan and Zhao Tong also wanted to help.

In such a situation, apart from Yang Fan who already had a partner, the two outstandingly handsome young masters inevitably received a lot of envious and jealous ridicule from the male compatriots.

The only thing Fu Yuhan is lucky about is that he has always spoken very little, so he won't be noticed by others.

And Wen Yu was next to him, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, he took up the conversation as much as possible.

The "top student" Wen Yu, who has always been slick -- or "social butterfly" -- used his strengths to amuse the two girls who met for the first time, and the laughter never stopped in the private room. , and let Chu Lei and the others who are not very good at interacting with girls also find their own rhythm of conversation.

After dinner, they went to KTV to sing as usual.For Yang Fan's coming-of-age ceremony, they ordered some wine.

It's also drinking and singing, playing with this group of people is much more comfortable than the temporary situation of the Yongrong group that day, but it's a pity that Fu Yuhan is not in a good mood.

He tried his best to let himself sit in the corner as usual, quietly watching the ball and the hemp stick scramble for Lima on the stage.

The surrounding area is very noisy, but at the same time, it is empty and quiet.

It wasn't until Yang Fan settled Zhao Tong, walked over, and sat down next to him, that the sound entered Fu Yuhan's ears again.He glanced at Yang Fan and asked softly, "Why don't you sit with your girlfriend?"

"Finding a girlfriend doesn't mean you don't want brothers." Yang Fan looked at him, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"No." Fu Yuhan shook his head. In order to make this sentence sound more believable, he casually found a reason, "I'm a little tired from art class all afternoon."

"Are you tired of drawing? I think you didn't draw less before?"

"Classes are different...they are all about taking exams, don't you like tinkering with computers, don't you also like computer exams?"

"Oh, you're right." Yang Fan nodded without doubting him, and his eyes fell on him.

Wen Yu directly bought him a set of sportswear according to the model at the entrance of the store. The red, white and black color scheme was very eye-catching.

Fu Yuhan was a little awkward by Yang Fan's straightforward gaze, and unconsciously moved to the other side: "...what?"

"Have you gone back to your father's place?"

"No." Fu Yuhan understood, and chuckled, "Don't be like this, it's not that my mother doesn't buy me clothes."

"But she won't buy you such an expensive one." Yang Fan said, "How is Xiaolu recently?"

"Just like that, over and over again."

"Are you still arguing with your mother?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "Last time I had a big quarrel, but she didn't pay me much attention recently."

He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't talk about his part-time job.

The source of the clothes was also not mentioned. Fortunately, although Wen Yu was sitting next to him, he didn't seem to have any plans to claim the clothes.

This made Fu Yuhan secretly heave a sigh of relief - after all, it is very strange to explain that students give away a set of sportswear worth [-] yuan without festivals.

Speaking of it, Wen Yu is quite strange recently.

This thought flashed through Fu Yuhan's mind, and was soon brought back by Yang Fan.

After confirming that Fu Yuhan was not affected by the bad things at home, Yang Fan quickly sat back beside Zhao Tong.Chu Lei ordered more than a dozen songs for the two of them, almost all the duet love songs that are famous in the Chinese music scene, and booed them to perform.

Fu Yuhan watched all this, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

"I found that you and Yang Fan have a really good relationship." Wen Yu who sat beside him silently for a while suddenly said something.

"I said that before," Fu Yuhan didn't look back, poured himself another glass of wine, took a sip and drank slowly, "How did you just find out?"

"I mean, he seems to know a lot about your family." Wen Yu looked at him, "I asked you several times and you didn't tell me. I don't think Sun Wenrui and the others seem to be clear."

"No one in the class knows." Fu Yuhan said, "It's not an honorable thing, and I can't spread it everywhere."

"But Yang Fan knows."

"Yang Fan, that's because—" he froze.

"Because of what?"

Wen Yu asked if he asked, but he didn't wait for a long time for a response.

He looked at Fu Yuhan's face with a little fluorescent light from the flickering MV screen on the large LCD TV in front of him.Those dark pupils looked at the ground without focus, as if they were recalling something long ago.

"Why?" Wen Yu asked again.

Fu Yuhan didn't look at him, but just shook his head.

"I love you, you are my Juliet..."

"I love you, let me listen, your exhaustion and fear..."

"You are fate by your side, and fate is written on the Sansheng Stone..."

Love songs are playing one after another.

Yang Fan's voice is not bad, at least all singing is in tune, and he can be considered a "singer" among amateur players.Zhao Tong and her sister group were not bad either. After singing the duet with Yang Fan, they even chose a few female voice songs and howled happily together.

Everyone was very happy, only Fu Yuhan was drinking cup after cup.

He didn't drink fast, but he didn't stop, his eyes became brighter the more he drank.

"Brother Fu, come and play dice." Ma Gan beckoned to him from another table.

"Here we come." Fu Yuhan stood up, "Want to play 'Bragging'? I had a 'special training' a while ago."

The "special training" he mentioned was probably the experience of being cheated by Yong Rong, Wen Yu was speechless.

"Damn, is it so advanced?" Chu Lei looked up at him, "Forget it, girls don't know how to play with such complicated things, let's compare size, simple and rude."

"Drink a drink if you lose?" The ball leaned over.

"Then we can't drink that much." The girl named Song Ting shouted.

"One cup for boys, half for girls, okay?" Chu Lei said as he patted the round leather stool beside him, "Brother Fu, come and sit here."

"Won't you play with Wen Yu?" Fu Yuhan looked back.

Wen Yu smiled. He was far away, so he simply picked up the microphone and said, "They don't want to play games with me."

"One time we secretly played Three Kingdoms in the classroom. Brother Yu came over to play for 10 minutes and killed us all. Later we found an opportunity to play poker secretly, and Brother Yu took 15 minutes to kill us all again." Chu Leila Fu Yuhan said, "We discussed it, this kind of thing that is played on the table can't bring Wen Yu - we are not worthy."

Ma Gan answered: "Besides, Brother Yu doesn't drink, so it's boring to play."

"..." Fu Yuhan blinked and swept towards Wen Yu.

do not drink?

Wen Yu?

Dressed up quite a bit.

The big and small rules are very simple, anyone can play along with it, the disadvantage is that the wine is drunk too fast.After all, they are all students. Firstly, they can't hold enough alcohol, and secondly, they don't buy much wine. After playing like this, they will drink up after a while, so they changed the game to bet size in the middle of the game.

Add in guesswork, winks, and luck, and the game suddenly becomes a whole lot more fun.Yang Fan and Zhao Tong, who were halfway through singing, also came over and ordered a bunch of songs to play the original soundtrack as the BGM.

When Wen Yu finally came over, they were having fun.

"I bet big." Fu Yuhan said, "This time it's really big."

"I choose small." Chu Lei said, "Where's the ball?"

Ball: "Small."

Ma Gan: "Of course I'm betting with Brother Fu—bet backwards, I'll choose Xiao."

……

Several other people chose small, and when the dice cup was opened, no one rolled out 6, and the sum was indeed small.

Fu Yuhan admitted defeat, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

Chu Lei shook his head: "I don't think you are bad tonight, but you are too strong-you said you rolled 4 1's yourself, how could you bet big on 2 2's?"

"Didn't I just want to re-bet because of my bad luck tonight?" Fu Yuhan's expression did not change, "Who knows that bad luck also includes the situation of 'when you want to re-bet, you should bet along'."

Wen Yu stood behind Chu Lei and Fu Yuhan with his pockets in his pocket, glanced at the table, and asked, "Which one of you wins more now?"

"Sisi and I." Chu Lei said, pointing at Fu Yuhan, "Actually, everyone is similar, but Brother Fu keeps losing."

"I think he just wants to cheat for drinking... This is too bad luck." Yang Fan joked.

Ma Gan laughed and scolded: "Damn liquor liar!"

"That's it." Wen Yu said softly, his gaze dropped to Fu Yuhan's hair twirling above his head.

The hair looks so soft there.

Yang Fan prepared sufficient funds for this coming-of-age ceremony, opened three bottles of wine in one go, and ordered two boxes of beer for backup, most of which went into Fu Yuhan's stomach.

Wen Yu wouldn't believe it if he didn't find drinks on purpose.

"Are you betting big or small this time, Brother Fu?"

"Small."

"What about the stick?"

"Big."

"I'm big too."

"I'm with you."

"It's right to bet against Brother Fu - big."

"I don't believe Brother Fu is so miserable, I choose the young one."

"444666... ​​Wow, it's really big." Chu Lei looked at Fu Yuhan sympathetically, "It's too miserable, Brother Fu, he still loses after rolling six 6s."

Fu Yuhan picked up the wine glass: "Now you believe that I am not cheating on wine..."

Fu Yuhan raised his chin, and the top of his head was pushed back, touching a body that was not soft.

Looking from the bottom up, he could only see the rolling Adam's apple when he drank the wine—Wen Yu snatched the cup from his hand and drank it for him.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yuhan looked up in this backward posture.

After Wen Yu finished drinking, he put the wine glass on the table with one hand, and the clothes hanging from his chest covered Fu Yuhan's face.

Then he straightened up, lowered his eyes, and said condescendingly: "Cheating to drink."

"Damn it, brother Yu, you're drinking!" Piqiu yelled, "Didn't you say you were allergic?"

"It's okay to drink less." Wen Yu pushed Fu Yuhan away, "Brother Fu is too drunk, I'll play with you two."

"Where does Brother Fu look like he's drunk?"

"Can't you see it?" Wen Yu said, "To be honest, I can't see it either. He drank too much a while ago, and he looked like this."

"But we'll die if you come to play."

"I'm not that good at the game of luck." Wen Yu smiled, "Anyway, the box time is coming up, and I can't play it a few times. Don't be afraid, give me a chance to play together."

"Go, go, go."

After Wen Yu said that, Fu Yuhan, who was squeezed away, was suddenly disgusted by everyone, and was forced to lie on the sofa.

The alcohol hit the nerves, and something jumped in his temple.

Fu Yuhan thought drowsily, Wen Yu is really too strange.

How does he look like a lovelorn?

Fu Yuhan didn't ask, because he knew that he would drop by with Wen Yu when he went home, and Wen Yu had said, let him go over after it was over, and said he had something to say.

After a night of trouble, everyone was tired.The temperature difference between morning and evening in October is huge, and several people put on long-sleeved jackets when they came out of the KTV.

Fu Yuhan buried his chin in the high collar, watched Yang Fan button Zhao Tong, and then reached out to hug her tightly.

The petite and thin girl just happened to be able to be completely surrounded by the tall and straight boy.

Looks like a good fit.

"How do you go back?" As the host, Yang Fan was in charge of asking everyone where they were going.

People on the same road took taxis in twos and threes, and turned to them. Yang Fan asked, "Wen Yu, are you with Xiaohan?"

Wen Yu nodded: "Anyway, on the way."

"Oh."

There are many drunks coming out of KTV late at night, and taxis have to wait.Fu Yuhan stood on the road in a daze, Wen Yu took a look, said that he was not in a hurry, and asked the others to get in the car first and go back.

Yang Fan's treat today had to be reserved until everyone left, so it didn't take long before there were only four of them left in the group.

At this time, Yang Fan suddenly turned around and asked Wen Yu, "Are you sending him back?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Although Yang Fan talked a lot, he was not a person who likes to talk for nothing. Wen Yu guessed that he had something to say.

"It's nothing, it's just...uh." Yang Fan scratched his head, and took out 200 yuan from his pocket, "Why don't you find him an express hotel near No. [-] Middle School and open it for one night."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, but didn't take the money: "What do you say?"

"I'm afraid he will make a fuss when he comes home like this." Yang Fan was a little distressed, "His mother won't let him drink."

"I'm still awake." Fu Yuhan opened his eyes and glanced at the three of them, "Can't discuss my problems avoid me."

"If you didn't hear it, it's over." Wen Yu covered his eyes with his hand, "Sleep with you."

His attitude is very natural, as if he just did a small thing like closing the window on a rainy day.

Then he pushed Yang Fan's hand holding the money back: "Let's see again, I really have a place to sleep over there, and besides, how can I use your money to open a room for him."

"Oh yes, I forgot. How can you use me as a rich man." Yang Fan took the money back, "Then anyway... send him home and send me a message? Hey, are you okay? Let me see you I also had two drinks."

"Two cups are fine." Wen Yu said.

"Okay, the car is here, let's go." Yang Fan hugged the shivering Zhao Tong tighter, and walked towards the taxi coming from behind, "We are going back too."

"Bye-Bye."

Wen Yu waved goodbye to him, turned around and found Fu Yuhan staring at him.

"Get in the car, why are you in a daze?"

"I just think you're a bit strange." Fu Yuhan moved his steps, "I don't think you're sad at all."

"No way, I'm so sad that I'm dying." Wen Yu stuffed him into the car, "Are you uncomfortable?"

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror: "Does it matter? Don't spit in my car, I just washed the car."

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "It's okay, master, I won't."

Wen Yu closed the car door: "Then you are really good at drinking."

"How does it compare to Young Master Wen who is 'allergic to alcohol'?" Fu Yuhan squinted.

Wen Yu laughed: "That can't be compared."

"Tsk."

"Dissatisfied?" Wen Yu said, "I can give you a chance to challenge me after the college entrance examination is over."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

Wen Yu: "What?"

"The college entrance examination is over...it's really not like what you can say." Fu Yuhan withdrew his gaze.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Yu frowned, "I'm very 'rule-abiding'."

Fu Yuhan ignored him.

Although the drunk himself promised that he would not vomit, the driver was still a little worried and opened the rear window. As soon as the car started, the howling night wind messed up Fu Yuhan's hair.

In the past, he always waited for Yang Fan to cut his hair together, but now he doesn't know if he can still...

Forget it, even if you can, it seems that you don't have to.

Fu Yuhan is not a person who likes to indulge in self-torture. When the other party is single, he can steal some precious memories that belong to him alone, but since Yang Fan has left the group... avoiding him is the best and most correct choice.

I'll get my hair cut after school tomorrow.

Fu Yuhan closed his eyes and thought.

When Wen Yu woke him up, he realized that he had fallen asleep again.

In the past, it was hard to imagine that he would fall asleep in front of Wen Yu, but the fact is that this kind of thing has happened more than once in the more than a month since the beginning of school.

Fu Yuhan thought it was nonsense when he thought about it.

Tonight's activities are relatively healthy, and the end time is still early. When we arrived at Wenyu's residential area, the surrounding area was not so quiet. Lights, TVs, computers, and noisy human voices could be seen from the windows of the surrounding apartment buildings from time to time—— Although the chirping of cicadas is completely inaudible.

Wen Yu took out the key to open the door, loosened his collar, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.

"What do you want to tell me?" Fu Yuhan went to the living room sofa and sat down familiarly.

Wen Yu glanced at him, his quiet dark eyes flickering slightly.

"Actually, I still don't know where to start."

"Then don't talk about it." Fu Yuhan leaned back, lay his upper body on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, "I want to sleep."

Wen Yu laughed angrily at him, and looked at the person lying down speechlessly: "You really don't see the outside?"

Fu Yuhan blinked blankly.

The ceiling is white, new and clean.

Even if Wen Yu didn't say that this house was his "adult gift", Fu Yuhan could tell that this house should not be long in his hands.Wen Yu's material conditions are very good, as can be seen from this rare gift, but just like the deserted decoration of a model house, Wen Yu is really too...too unique.

Fu Yuhan was silent for a moment, and couldn't remember how many times he asked that question that he had asked countless times but never got an answer.

"If you can't think of a way to speak, I'll say it first," he said softly, "Wen Yu, I still want to ask...do you really like Yang Fan?"

"I like it." Wen Yu blinked.

"Then why do you..."

"Because I said earlier that I am different from you." Without waiting for Fu Yuhan to finish speaking, Wen Yu had already guessed what he wanted to say, "Since this matter can be regarded as over from today, then I can tell you something Things I didn't say."

Fu Yuhan listened quietly.

"I like that Yang Fan is good-looking, has a sunny personality, and can get along with everyone—although I can get along with everyone, but I am different from Yang Fan."

"He is really cheerful." Fu Yuhan stared at the blank, and said softly, "You are fake."

"Yes." Wen Yu didn't deny it, "That's why I'm always curious... Curious about what Yang Fan is thinking."

"Then your 'like'," Fu Yuhan turned his head and said expressionlessly, "it really sounds superficial."

Wen Yu smiled: "You think so."

The air was slightly silent, Fu Yuhan turned his head back, and continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

His mind was a little rambling, but it was better than it had been in the afternoon, and it allowed him to move on to some... deeper stuff that he'd thought about but couldn't quite figure out.

He felt as if he understood Wen Yu a little bit.

"Then what about you," Wen Yu started a new topic, "I asked you many times before but you didn't tell me, now you can say it—why do you like Yang Fan?"

"Because... people in the dark will grasp the only ray of light, and people who are drowning will hold on to the first driftwood that appears in front of them."

Fu Yuhan's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"He's my 'driftwood.'"

Maybe the night gave people a little desire to confide, Fu Yuhan was finally willing to open his chest and take out a little bit of things that had been hidden there for a long time.

"Didn't you ask me why Yang Fan knew about my family when I was in the KTV just now?" He said, "We were neighbors when we were young, so I didn't tell him some things, but he saw them himself."

Young children have no secrets, and well-dressed adults only show ferocity in front of children and each other.

The mouth that has spoken sweet words can spit out the sharpest knife when it turns its head, stabbing people's flesh and blood.

Adults can wear armor, but children are clams that have not yet grown their shells.

Weak and fragile, he can only be forced to endure the cold violence that does not belong to that age.

Countless times in the early morning, Fu Yuhan carefully walked through the broken porcelain bowl to school like crossing a minefield, and Fu Yuhan finally lost the courage to go home.

He was hesitating, and the door of the neighbor's house opened, revealing a familiar head.

That was his classmate, who asked him with a smile, if he would like to drink a bowl of red bean soup made at home.

"At that time they were not yet divorced, and they were always arguing." Fu Yuhan said, "I have nowhere to go, and I can't go too far."

After the parents quarreled, they turned around and thought of looking for their son. If they could find him at the neighbor's house, at least Fu Yuhan would not be scolded again.

"It may be a bit funny to say, but I'm very afraid of being scolded." When he said this, he smiled slightly, "I don't know when it became like this, they both scolded me and didn't feel it. It's like I can't tell, when did I start falling in love with Yang Fan."

"In the most timid years, I relied on him a lot. At least when he was around, I knew where I should go."

"Do you have fantasies about that when you see him?" Wen Yu walked towards him.

"Yes." Fu Yuhan said calmly, "It was the first time I had a dream in adolescence, and there was him in the dream."

Wen Yu met his gaze from above.

"Since when did you discover your sexual orientation?"

Fu Yuhan looked at him and nodded calmly: "What?"

"Even if you know that this relationship is destined to end without a problem," Wen Yu asked, "have you never regretted it once?"

"How can people despise life-saving straws." Fu Yuhan sighed, "I thought you could understand."

Wen Yu's eyes flickered.

He seemed to have remembered something: "Fu Yuhan."

"Ok?"

"Although I've asked you a lot of questions, I've always wanted to know this one." His eyes deepened and his tone was subtle, "Why on earth can you tell that 'that me' is just pretending?"

Wen Yu is a legend.

He is never late for school, arrives at the classroom one second before the bell rings every day, leaves on the spot, hardly takes sick leave, does not sleep in class, does not fall in love with puppies, does not fight, treats others modestly and politely, and always speaks with a three-point smile.

As long as he is in the grade, he will always be the first in the exam grade.

In addition to rarely losing points in Chinese, she is a perfect learner, and she must win a place in the competition.

Everyone praises him.

Only Fu Yuhan laughed at him for being too fake when they first met.

Wen Yu thought about many possibilities, but he didn't expect Fu Yuhan to answer with only two words.

"Intuition," he said.

"..." Wen Yu remained silent for a long time, pursed his lower lip, "Then you are really sharp."

"Speaking of this." Fu Yuhan suddenly turned over and sat up, almost bumping into Wen Yu.Wen Yu leaned back and took two steps back.

"I thought about it all night today, and I thought about this problem before. Wen Yu, although you have helped me a lot during this time, I seem a bit of a jerk when I say this." Fu Yuhan lowered his head and thought for a while, not knowing how to describe his heart That weird feeling, "Do you really regard Yang Fan as a friend? Do you really regard me, Chu Lei, Ma Ganpiqiu...even fourth brother Sanmao as friends?"

Wen Yu was taken aback.

"Or...you just think it's...interesting?" Fu Yuhan frowned lightly, "I always feel that you're staying out of it, and that's one of the reasons why I always hate you. Just now you said you like Yang Fan because you were curious He is so... cheerful that he can get along with everyone, I suddenly feel..."

It's the weirdness.

From a long time ago, Fu Yuhan vaguely felt that Wen Yu was like a condescending researcher, and everyone was an experimental product in his eyes.

The difference lies in whether the experimental data is useful or not—useful experimental samples will be valued by scientists, while interesting people can be seen more by Wen Yu.

But this kind of speculation is too indifferent, so even though Fu Yuhan vaguely felt this way, he never said it out.

Some words, said as if true.

It wasn't until Wen Yu told him the reason why he liked Yang Fan that all this seemed to be connected.

Wen Yu's eyes flickered, and his expression went blank for a moment.

But he quickly became indifferent, and laughed suddenly in the next second.

A gentle smile filled his eyes and brows, as flawless and hypocritical as Fu Yuhan had ridiculed countless times.

Some time ago, Wen Yu had almost given up pretending to be in front of Fu Yuhan.

But now, it was as if he had put on that armor in an instant, fully armed.

Fu Yuhan frowned unconsciously.

"Hey, Yang Fan has found a girlfriend, what are you going to do?" Wen Yu suddenly mentioned a completely unrelated question.

Fu Yuhan was startled, and followed his question and said, "What can I do, anyway, I'm in my third year of high school, and I haven't seen him for a while, so I can figure it out slowly. It's nothing more than the expected death penalty, what's the big deal?"

"Do you still want to chase him?"

"A male mistress is also a mistress, sir." Fu Yuhan said, "Curved and straight will also have moral issues...I can't guarantee that I can take charge of everything."

No matter how much he can do for Yang Fan, there will always be all public opinion issues that the other party will have to bear.

He couldn't convince himself.

"So you see, you didn't want to chase him from the very beginning. Coincidentally, I did the same." Wen Yu bent over and approached Fu Yuhan's face with a smile, "What do you think... How about our internal digestion?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

"You are also very interesting to me, although you are not the same as Yang Fan." Wen Yu lowered his voice, and his voice carried a certain demagogic power, "You don't have to think about that when you are with me, I am crooked, Even if one day we break up, you don't have to feel guilty. And—”

"I'll be right with you, I promise."

Fu Yuhan blinked, and in the next second, he frowned, looked disgusted, and sullenly said, "What do you take 'like' for?"