Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

The big rock next to the steps was a little cold, but Sun Wenrui sat down as if he didn't feel it.

He clasped his hands and rubbed them back and forth, his elbows resting on his knees.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no "inappropriate student status" things in the school, Fang Jiayuan suspected that he wanted to light a cigarette for himself.

"Does that make you doubt life?" Fang Jiayuan looked a little funny.

Sun Wenrui snapped his fingers irritably, and the knuckles of his poor right hand made a "click" sound in the palm of his left hand.He rubbed his face and took a deep breath: "...I can't accept it!"

The two of them chased out of the classroom just now, but they didn't see anyone, so they walked all the way to the infirmary, but when they reached the door, they heard the conversation inside.

Fu Yu's coldness returned to indifference, and his attitude towards those close to him would be slightly different. As friends, the two of them could feel it.

Fang Jia waited quietly for his next words.

Sure enough, after Sun Wenrui said this, he pointed to the sky quickly, and said rather angrily: "How could Brother Fu treat me like this? I took his brother, but he got together with my love rival...!"

"It seems that he should not be considered your rival in love." Fang Jiayuan smiled helplessly.

He, Fu Yuhan, and a few other well-behaved boys in the class knew about Wen Yu, but they didn't take it seriously. Firstly, it was because Fu Yuhan had said many times that Wen Yu would not like Chen Mengxian; It's also because of Wen Yu's attitude——

Although many people thought he was a bit "forced" when he first came, but how should I put it...

To put it in a very chubby saying, "A person who pretends to be tough for a while will be struck by lightning, but if he pretends to be tough all the time, he will be really awesome."

One and a half months have passed so far, Wen Yu is still pushing, and everyone is gradually getting used to it.

He has the same attitude towards everyone. He looks humble and polite, but in fact he has no special friendship with anyone. A few boys got together to help Sun Wenrui analyze it, and felt that what Fu Yuhan said was very reasonable. It is impossible for such a person I like Chen Mengxian.

"Didn't we just discuss it yesterday?" Fang Jiayuan said, "If you ask Wen Yu, he might not even know who Chen Mengxian is. You can't stop Brother Fu from making friends... I don't think Wen Yu is that bad. Their grades are really good.”

It is acceptable to have good grades and a little arrogance in character.

The standard for measuring a person among students is relatively simple.

Sun Wenrui rubbed his face, and said painfully: "I can't accept it——!!! How can I watch Brother Fu and the person I hate become good friends? It even looks more intimate than me?"

He caressed his chest, looked at the stone path and evergreen trees in front of him, and said in a sad voice, "Isn't Brother Fu the one who loves us so much?"

Fang Jiayuan punched him on the back: "A few words to coax you, are you really fucking acting?"

"Hey!" Sun Wenrui sighed heavily, "No, seriously, what should I do in the future... Do you want me to be friends with Wen Yu?"

"What did Chen Mengxian tell you?"

"I didn't say anything, just said that I don't think about falling in love now, and I will talk about it after the college entrance examination." Sun Wenrui looked at him, "Didn't you see that I have been bringing her breakfast every day lately... I believe in her heart One day, I will be overwhelmed by my actual actions!"

"Then you are very directional." Fang Jiayuan sat down next to him, "Wen Yu is not in your way, I think you can forget it. Several people in our class are embarrassed to talk to Wen Yu because of your relationship. Talk to me, I'm afraid you won't be happy."

This meant that Fu Yuhan was not afraid of Sun Wenrui.

The main reason was that Sun Wenrui didn't dare to lose his temper with Fu Yuhan, and as a result, the people in Class [-] watched helplessly as the two people who seemed to have an old hatred at the beginning of school became good friends for no reason.

Sun Wenrui looked down at the tip of his shoe, and suddenly sighed after a long while: "I actually can't accept it, you know Brother Fu's boring gourd... I always feel that Wen Yu seems..."

"Latecomers come first?" Fang Jiayuan smiled, "Hey, did you make a mistake somewhere, Wen Yu used to play with Brother Fu's group of 'friends from No. [-] Middle School', right? It stands to reason that they have a better relationship That's right."

"I understand the truth." Sun Wenrui said, "I'm just sour."

"It's better to chase after your girl if you have time, and if you catch her, will you still be afraid of Wen Yu's meddling?" Fang Jiayuan shook his head, "Don't worry about it."

"All right," Sun Wenrui sighed, "All right."

"Then I'll tell them later, and next time I hold a study group, I'll also bring Wen Yu together—with such a top student leading us, we'll definitely take off."

The two left the classroom with a mission, but when they came back, one of them was disheartened, making the melon-eating people in the class afraid to ask questions.Only a few outspoken boys have a good relationship with them, and they are not afraid to ask: "What's the matter with the old grandson? Where are Brother Fu and Wen Yu?"

"Your old grandson was hit." Fang Jiayuan made a grimace and shook his head, "I thought those two were going to fight, but it turned out that Brother Fu had a fever, and Wen Yu sent him to the infirmary."

"Fuck, Brother Fu is actually sick?"

"Fuck, Wen Yu actually sent Brother Fu to the infirmary???"

"No wonder my grandson is going to be hit, and I'm going to be hit too." Someone said, "Then we...?"

Sun Wenrui sat back in his seat without saying a word.Fang Jiayuan laughed out of joy, and said to the boys in the back row: "Let's hold a study group next time and ask Wen Yu to join us."

"Okay." Han Yang was the first to respond, "I said earlier that I should call Wen Yu together. He is really nice. I asked him to help sort out the papers in the morning and he agreed without saying a word."

"Then can the study group hold their thighs?"

"Have you ever thought about it," one of them asked, "what if Wen Yu refuses to come?"

Several people were silent for a while.Fang Jiayuan scratched his head: "Then call Brother Fu?"

"..."

Fu Yuhan, study group?

It sounds like a little thunder.

A group of people stopped cooking, they didn't have the courage to ask Fu Yuhan to study together.

The boys in the back row were not the only ones who paid attention to this matter. As soon as Fang Jiayuan returned to his seat, the squad leader Ge Ran walked over and asked softly, "What's the situation?"

"Brother Fu seems to have a fever." Fang Jiayuan glanced at the sulking Sun Wenrui, "Wen Yu sent him to the infirmary."

"No fight?"

Fang Jiayuan shook his head.

Ge Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled: "It's fine if you don't fight."

"Aren't you worried about Brother Fu's illness?" Fang Jiayuan teased.

"It's useless to worry. If he's really sick, I'll send a message to ask now, won't it add to the trouble?" Ge Ran smiled, "Wait for Wen Yu to come back later and ask about the situation."

Ever since the bell rang for the second class, Fu Yuhan had been urging Wen Yu to go back to the classroom, pushing and persuading him.

The sick person spoke with a nasal voice, and his tone was softer than usual, scratching Wen Yu's ears.He actually wanted to listen more, but Fu Yuhan was very determined.

Fu Yuhan was trying to distance himself from the relationship, Wen Yu felt.

But he... has nothing to do for the time being, mainly because he himself doesn't think too clearly about how to deal with this problem.

The corridor outside the medical clinic was a bit dark, and a moth flew in from nowhere and hit the ceiling light.

Wen Yu looked up.

Moths spend their lives chasing bright things, even when it's dangerous.

He suddenly had an illusion of empathy.

It turned out that my intuition also knew that I was playing with fire.

"……whispering sound."

Wen Yu laughed lowly, half mocking himself and half contemptuously.

The second period was the class teacher's chemistry class. Wen Yu walked to the corridor and paused.In the past, he followed his father's teachings—or requirements—and he always abided by the rules in this regard, and he never skipped ten minutes of class without reason and then entered the field halfway.

It's not that I haven't imagined doing this. After all, every student has the desire to "derail" in his heart, but it really happened, and it is impossible to say that he is used to it.

Wen Yu paused, then walked back quietly.

He stood upright at the front door and tapped on the door twice: "Report."

"Wen Yu?" Zhou Wenkang was halfway through the topic, and seeing him startled, he glanced at the back of the classroom, "Where did you go?"

It turned out that he hadn't noticed that there were two people behind.

"I sent Fu Yuhan to the infirmary." Wen Yu helped Fu Yuhan ask for leave by the way, "He has a fever, and the doctor said that he might have to rest at home for the next two days."

"Oh, okay, I see. I will go to the infirmary teacher to understand the situation later." Zhou Wenkang nodded, "Go back to your seat. If you haven't heard the previous questions, ask your classmates. If you still don't understand Come find me wherever you want. I’m usually in the office after class, you know.”

"Okay." Wen Yu nodded, and walked back to his seat with his eyes downcast.

It's strange that several people were watching him when he returned to his seat today.

This kind of look was often received when he first transferred to another school, but time passed quickly, and he hadn't been looked at by people in the class for a while.

What's the matter?

Wen Yu didn't want to understand.

But he didn't think about it. After returning to his seat, he took out the test paper and pen as usual, and the pen holder turned around on his fingertips. Everything seemed the same, but only he knew that he was distracted.

He's a little... restless.

Strange anxiety.

The students in the first row of the classroom raised their heads seriously, and the students in the second and third rows lowered their heads to take notes. In the middle of the classroom, Ge Ran and Xu Qianyi gathered together and whispered something. There were boys sleeping in the back row, and some people were watching him .

The voices that are often heard during normal class suddenly became noisy, and the familiar sound of lectures did not reach the ears.

Wen Yu tried repeatedly to focus himself, but in the end he could only barely agree on an answer, and he couldn't understand a word of the idea and process of solving the problem.

It seems that Chinese has become the most difficult language in the world.

The only good news is that the answer he wrote down is correct, which means he knows how to do the question.

The time of a class has never passed so quickly.

In a flash, he rang the bell.

Wen Yu suddenly wanted to go to the infirmary to see if Fu Yuhan was gone, but as soon as he stood up, he saw the class teacher who hadn't left the classroom pressed down with both hands, and patted the podium to signal everyone to be quiet.

"I have something to say," he said, "Sit down, Chen Liwen comes back, and you can go to the bathroom after I finish talking."

Wen Yu had no choice but to sit back.

"Next week is the second monthly exam, which is the mid-term exam." Zhou Wenkang said, "This time, our grade group contacted No. [-] Middle School, No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School...several schools will go out together. Read this mid-term exam paper to get a feel for everyone's level."

Everyone had a premonition, and the classroom was very quiet.

"The last monthly exam was a test paper given by the grade group. I thought that everyone would be happier when they came back from the summer vacation, and the exam was easier. This exam is different, and it is a little more difficult than the college entrance examination. "Zhou Wenkang said, "Firstly, I will give you a general idea and estimate your grades, and fill in the gaps that should be checked; secondly, it is also to check the level of each other between schools."

"The college entrance examination is where you compete with students from the whole province and even the whole country. I hope everyone can experience this atmosphere in advance..."

"Everyone prepares well for this exam. For those students who did not perform well in the exam, the teachers in the grade discussed it and planned to open an additional small cram class for underachievers during the evening self-study time. Classes will be held in the amphitheater .”

"Although our sixth class does not publicly emphasize it to the public, everyone knows that we are students in the key class. I hope I won't see you in the lecture hall in the future."

"Okay, it's over, let's go."

Zhou Wenkang waved his hand, and there was a commotion in the classroom. The students who were about to go to the toilet to go to the canteen scattered, and Wen Yu stood up again.

This kind of cram school has never had anything to do with him, it was supposed to go in the left ear and out the right ear, but he couldn't help but think of Fu Yuhan.

In the last monthly exam, Fu Yuhan was the bottom one in class six, but he only belonged to the second half of the grade, so he was not low enough to fall into the dust.

After all, this is Class Six.

However, if the places for centralized tutoring were available in every class, Fu Yuhan would definitely not be able to escape.

"Wen Yu!" Ge Ran suddenly walked over.

Wen Yu paused as he walked out: "Huh?"

"Ask you," she smiled at him, "Is Fu Yuhan important? Is he seriously ill?"

"Fortunately, I just caught a cold." Wen Yu glanced at her and chuckled, "The squad leader cares about him so much?"

Ge Ran's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "I'm just asking—is he still in the infirmary?"

How did Wen Yu know, he was about to go to the infirmary to have a look.

But after he thought about it, he changed the topic: "Going back... His mother came to pick him up."

"That's it...then where are you going?"

"I'm going to the toilet."

Wen Yu strode out of the classroom.

But he didn't expect that his words would come true, and when he came to the infirmary, there was no one there.When I asked the doctor, it turned out that I had just left 5 minutes ago.

If Zhou Wenkang didn't stay in class to say those things, or if Ge Ran didn't stop him from asking questions, or if the get out of class bell could be rang a little earlier...

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the marble floor in the corridor.

After a while, he sighed lightly.

He is really sick, not fake.

The most important thing to do now is to take advantage of Fu Yuhan's illness to laugh at him twice more, or simply ignore him.It is true that Fu Yuhan is quite interesting, but as a "toy", he is really not too qualified.

Fu Yuhan is too sensitive, he can see through him at a glance, and often makes him do things that are not like him.

There are many things that don't quite meet his father's requirements for him all the time.

but……

Wen Yu thought for a while, then clenched his palms tightly.

"I still want to see him." Wen Yu thought, "He looks very uncomfortable."

The way Fu Yuhan was drenched in the rain, the way he drank too much, the way he had a fever...Wen Yu remembered them all.

Want to see him, at least until he recovers from his illness.

For the first time in his life, Wen Yu thought about the possibility of skipping classes and the specific implementation methods during class time.

But Wen Yu didn't succeed in implementing it, even though he had already inquired about Fu Yuhan's fixed route for escaping from the school every three days from a few people who suddenly came to invite him to participate in the "student self-help and mutual help study group". , but he didn't know which hospital Fu Yuhan went to.

The information sent fell into the sea.

Fu Yuhan wasn't in the mood to look at his phone.He never expected that he would meet his mother when he came to the hospital to hang a water bath.

The place where the water hangs is connected at both ends. Almost all the patients in the hospital who come to register and pay the bill pass by here, especially in autumn when the temperature changes greatly. Recently, there are only a lot of patients with fever and cold like Fu Yuhan, and the emergency room is overcrowded.

It was in this situation that he saw He Yan passing by with a payment slip.

Shouting is impossible, Fu Yuhan tried hard to reduce his sense of existence.It's a pity that the tall, straight, young and handsome boy is the focus of attention everywhere. He has fair skin and is wearing a white school uniform like a luminous body under the fluorescent lamp.

He Yan still saw him.

"Xiaohan?" She widened her eyes and walked over, "Why are you here?...What's the matter?"

Fu Yuhan sniffed: "I have a fever."

"What happened." He Yan frowned, "Where did you go when you didn't come home on Saturday? You just didn't listen to me when I asked you to call me!"

"Why didn't you call me..." Fu Yuhan sniffed, "Yang Fan celebrated his birthday and went to sing all night."

"How honorable are you? If you don't go home, I'll chase you and ask you? You're coming soon, you're an adult, and you're not eight years old!" He Yan said in a blunt tone, "Look, the temperature will cool down for two days on the weekend, and you won't Wearing long johns and staying up all night without sleeping, don’t you deserve to catch a cold and have a fever? Do you really think that you are young and your body is hard?”

He Yan spoke quickly, with a high-pitched and loud voice, scolding Fu Yuhan all over her head and face, making several people around who were bored hanging water to look over.

Fu Yuhan had a headache.

He didn't want to argue with her on this kind of matter, half of the hanging bottle was not finished, and others couldn't leave, so he could only force himself to be patient and change the topic to other places: "Why are you here? Ok?"

"Xiaolu likes you so much, you, a brother, can't care about her too much. Xiaolu already has secondary asthma, and it's always sad in autumn and winter. I'll bring her for reexamination." He Yan nodded his forehead, "Doctor I'm still waiting there, I'll pay the money, and I'll clean you up later."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Her "for a while" is a long time, because after paying the money, she has to go back upstairs to hand in the bill and then take Qin Xiaolu for an examination. Fu Yuhan only hopes that he can hang up and leave before she comes back.

It's okay to listen to her scolding at ordinary times, but it's noisy enough when you have a fever, and Fu Yuhan feels a headache after listening to her scolding.

However, what Fu Yuhan didn't expect was that He Yan came back quite quickly, and brought a bunch of things when she came back: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head.When he woke up in the morning, he felt faintly nauseous and didn't eat anything. Now that he thought about it, he might have had a fever at that time, but he didn't notice it himself. feel cold.

He Yan took out one of the bags and put it on the armrest table next to him.Fu Yuhan took a closer look, it was a bowl of porridge.

"..."

To be honest, he didn't want to eat a bite.

"Drink it," He Yan said, "If you don't want to eat, you have to eat some."

She opened the lid for Fu Yuhan, put away the small disposable plastic spoon, and hurried upstairs again.Then Fu Yuhan saw her go downstairs to pay the money again after more than ten minutes, and took the porridge bowl that Fu Yuhan drank half and couldn't drink it to throw away.

If she hadn't scolded Fu Yuhan every time she came to Fu Yuhan's place, this kind of care could be regarded as caring.

The most important thing is that Fu Yuhan himself fell ill, so He Yan didn't ask him to take care of Qin Xiaolu, and asked him to go home early after hanging up.

It is rare for him to experience the feeling of being taken care of - just ignore He Yan's scolding.

"Can you go? Do you want Mom to send you off?" He Yan looked at him, her tone still not very good.

"It's okay." Fu Yuhan said in a muffled voice, "Isn't there a car at the door to get home?"

"Xiaolu will have a checkup in an hour, and Mom will be back soon."

"Take good care of her." Fu Yuhan said as he walked towards the door, "I'm leaving."

Fu Yuhan didn't see the message from Wen Yu until he walked out of the hospital gate.He asked which hospital he was in.

Fu Yuhan: What are you asking for?

Wen Yu returned quickly.

Wen Yu: Come to see you.

Fu Yuhan: Let's take your class, honor student.I'm home.

Wen Yu: Didn't you go to the hospital?

Fu Yuhan: Just came out, hung up the water.

Fu Yuhan: I'm going home to sleep, see you when I recover from illness.

Fu Yuhan put the phone away after returning.

That day when he went home, he didn't dare to think about Yang Fan, and couldn't sleep, so he thought about Wen Yu.At first, Fu Yuhan didn't have much thought, but at that moment he suddenly remembered something Wen Yu once said.

"Just give them what they want and they'll never come to know what you really think".

Fu Yuhan couldn't remember the exact details, but it probably meant something like this.

Maybe he thought too much.

These words, together with Wen Yu's appearance, can make him connect many things.

The specially created children are usually for attention, Fu Yuhan thinks that Wen Yu is nothing more than a lack of love.

It's not about love between lovers, but "lack of love" in a broad sense.The subtext of his sentence probably means "I have been given too many expectations since I was a child, so that I have never been asked what I really think".

— Isn’t that easy to solve?

Fu Yuhan thought, just as he needs to do something recently to share the attention of his broken relationship, he should help Wen Yu by the way.

Thinking of this, Fu Yuhan's depressed mood inexplicably improved. He got on the bus, went home, took some medicine, and fell asleep.

Every hour, Wen Yu typed a line into that dialog box, but there was no response from the other side.

He wasn't sure if Fu Yuhan was really asleep or just didn't want to talk to him.

The classroom he was used to became a shackle, and for the first time Wen Yu felt that studying was a very torturous thing.After finally staying through the afternoon, he finally sent a message to Yang Fan.

Wen Yu: Brother, may I ask you something.

Yang Fan: Damn it, the person who was always ready to be my father actually took the initiative to call me brother?I want a screenshot to save!

Yang Fan: What is it that inspires so much?

Wen Yu: Do you know the address of Fu Yuhan's home?

Yang Fan: ...

Yang Fan: ...you know, you know...but you just want to ask this...?

Wen Yu: Yes.

Yang Fan: Can't you just ask him yourself?

Wen Yu: He has a fever, I'm going to see him.

Yang Fan: Huh?How did it burn?Is it because it rained the day before yesterday?

Wen Yu: Maybe it is... Can you tell me the address first before chatting?

Yang Fan: Tsk, it's not easy.I look forward to the reconciliation between the two of you every day, but I didn't expect the reconciliation to come unexpectedly.

Yang Fan: I can't tell you the address, but I know how to get there. Let me draw a picture for you, etc.

Wen Yu waited for more than ten minutes, maybe half a century, and finally waited until Yang Fan sent a picture.

He is extremely ugly, and is more than [-] times worse than Fu Yuhan's painting skills.

But Wen Yu identified it for 2 minutes, and found that Yang Fan's drawing was actually quite clear. Take the xx bus and get off at the xx stop and go straight, turn left at the second intersection, and walk in when you see the gate of the community... These are basically drawn, and Wen Yu can find them by following the picture.

Wen Yu: Thank you.

Yang Fan: You're welcome, but let me remind you that Xiaohan's room is the first on the left after entering the door, and you must not go into other rooms.If it makes the deer rest, it will fucking go crazy.

Wen Yu: Deer?who?name?

Yang Fan: His younger sister, named Qin Xiaolu.

Wen Yu: There are so many things to pay attention to.

Wen Yu: Got it.

Yang Fan: Well, if Xiaohan is okay, you can tell me later, the midterm exam is coming soon and I may not be able to make time to see him——

Wen Yu: Yes.

Wen Yu copied the picture again and wrote down the address in his mind.

The deadline for the mid-term exam is approaching, and the learning atmosphere in the class is suddenly strong.Wen Yu said before that the No. [-] Middle School has a "wild" school style, but this afternoon he suddenly saw the potential of No. [-] Middle School for nerds.

Compared with people from other schools, people from No. [-] Middle School are naturally more concerned about whether they will be inferior to those from No. [-] Middle School. There happened to be a big living person who transferred from No. [-] Middle School in the class. When Wen Yu was drawing pictures, many people came to follow him. He inquired about the level of No. [-] Middle School.

"Hey Wenyu, is No. [-] Middle School's overall strength stronger than ours?"

"do not know."

"...Why don't you know?"

Wen Yu raised his eyelids: "Because I don't have good grades--what are you afraid of, can't you just use me as a reference?"

"Fuck, this sentence is really compelling." Fang Jiayuan, who was sitting in front of him, turned around and clasped his fists at him, "Our sixth class relies on the boss to lead us to fly."

"what can I do……"

"Borrow the notes?"

Wen Yu glanced at him suddenly: "Why did I suddenly remember to borrow notes?"

"Hey, isn't this..." Fang Jiayuan glanced at Sun Wenrui, and smiled embarrassedly at Wen Yu, "Anyway... can it work?"

"I don't mind." Wen Yu said, and took out a few thin notebooks from the table, "I don't think you may understand."

Fang Jiayuan took some notebooks.At this time, a boy next to him came over: "Brother Yu was also the first in grade when he was in No. [-] Middle School?"

"Hmm." Wen Yu lowered his eyes.He cared more about this map than the topic of the exam.

Wen Yu's notes are very simple, and sometimes a sentence can be written in two words that only he can understand.But Xueba's notes were brilliant. Although Fang Jiayuan really didn't understand them, he circulated them to the whole class in a very short time for everyone to study together.

Wen Yu didn't care about these things, he didn't need a notebook, and it didn't matter if those few notebooks wandered out all afternoon and didn't come back.

Today, his mind and eyes are full of school, and as soon as the bell rings after the fourth period of class in the afternoon, he picks up his schoolbag and leaves.

Walking through familiar streets, crossing his own neighborhood, and then embarking on a road that he has never traveled before.About 20 minutes later, Wen Yu repeatedly compared Yang Fan's dog climbing pictures, and felt that he had found the right place.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed it——

The first one got through, but no one picked up.

The second one got through, but no one answered.

The third……

the fourth……

……

After making a call to No. 11, there was finally a "click" from the other end of the phone, followed by a male voice with a husky voice: "Hello?"

"Sleeping?" Wen Yu subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Wen Yu? Hmm... I was dreaming just now..." Fu Yuhan seemed to yawn, "What's wrong?"

When he was half asleep and half awake, Fu Yuhan's attitude was more cordial, unlike when he would start keeping a distance from him when he was awake, it was a little cuter.

Wen Yu thought viciously, it seemed that it would be better to have a fever all the time.

"I'll come to see you." He licked his lower lip and looked up at a certain window on the second floor.

If there is nothing wrong with Yang Fan's description and his comprehension ability, Fu Yuhan's room should be behind that window.

"Look at me?" Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

"Hmm." Wen Yu said, "I should be...downstairs from your house?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then something moved behind the window, and Wen Yu saw a person sticking to the window glass.

"I, fuck." Fu Yuhan scolded each word in a low voice, "How did you find out...is it a peeping tom?"

"Look for Yang Fan's address." Wen Yu looked at him from afar and smiled, "Am I just a pervert in your eyes?"

Fu Yuhan paused: "That's not..."

He felt that he might have said too much, but Wen Yu unexpectedly said in a very happy tone: "That's great, I will consider satisfying your imagination."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"A good man, a great hero." He felt a headache and sniffed, "I imagined you to be very upright and law-abiding, so don't be a moth."

Wen Yu squeezed the phone tightly.

"Then," he looked at him from the air, "can I come up?"

"What are you doing here?" Fu Yuhan leaned against the wall by the door, extremely helpless.

After sleeping, my body was not particularly relaxed, but because of the medicine I took, it seemed that I was sick.From the bed in the room to the door, Fu Yuhan crawled for 10 minutes, covered in cold sweat.

"Come and see you." Wen Yu tugged at the strap of his schoolbag, looked him up and down, "Why do you feel that your illness is getting worse?"

"Normal, it will be fine once it's all over." Fu Yuhan pressed his whole body against the wall, "I'll get better sooner if you don't come."

Wen Yu didn't bother to talk to him, and looked into the room.

Fu Yuhan's house is very ordinary, with three bedrooms and one living room, a bit deserted.He glanced around and asked softly, "Is there no one at home?"

"The little deer might be here," Fu Yuhan sniffed, "My mother seemed to come back halfway, and then she told me where to go... I was too sleepy to hear clearly."

Wen Yu looked at him: "I'll help you back to your room first."

Fu Yuhan didn't refuse. It took him more than 20 minutes to climb up, and he really didn't have the strength to climb back up again. Although he didn't want to have any close contact with Wen Yu at this juncture, it was really not suitable to be brave when he was so ill.

The long-armed and long-legged man hung on Wen Yu's back like an octopus. Wen Yu didn't say anything, and easily carried him back to the house.

"Do you want to throw up?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "I want to drink water."

"where is it?"

"There is a black teapot in the kitchen with cold water in it." Fu Yuhan leaned against the head of the bed, "There should be a clean glass next to it, look for it."

"Row."

Wen Yu put down his schoolbag, turned and went to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for him to pour a glass of water back, but Fu Yuhan took a closer look and said helplessly: "I remember that I have a lot of cups at home, why did you just take the one my sister uses?"

"What's the difference?" Wen Yu didn't see it in a daze.

Isn't it just a transparent glass?

"There are cherry blossoms on this cup." Fu Yuhan squinted his eyes and said softly, "Can't you see the raised patterns?"

Wen Yu looked at the light, and barely recognized that there seemed to be a few flower-shaped reliefs on it.

"Excuse me, change the cup for me... She will cry if I use Xiaolu's cup." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "Thank you."

"..."

Wen Yu had never served anyone before, so he ran into trouble at the beginning.

He took a deep breath, and for the sake of Fu Yuhan's rare fragile face, he turned and went to the kitchen.

This time he specially found a very unpretentious glass to pour water in, and Fu Yuhan finally didn't express any further opinions.Wen Yu supported him and watched him drink the water one gulp at a time. His dark and slender eyelashes were slightly down, and they were covered like a small fan. When drinking water, the Adam's apple on his neck rolled. Because he drank in a hurry, a little oozed from the corner of his mouth. splashes.

It's quite pleasing to the eye.

Wen Yu thought for a while, and felt that this eye-catching sight was enough to pay the interest of tossing the glass back and forth.

He waited for Fu Yuhan to finish drinking, then gently wiped the corner of the other's lips with the knuckle of his index finger, put the knuckle into his mouth in front of Fu Yuhan, and swept away the drop of water.

Fu Yuhan: "?"

Wen Yu smiled at him: "I have never taken care of anyone, and I always have to get paid for the first time."

"..."

Fu Yuhan raised his brows high, his lips twitched, and his face was full of helplessness.

When he was sick, he was thinking about how to make Wen Yu make up for the missing things, and then this person was desperately trying to make the atmosphere ambiguous.

"You..." Fu Yuhan had no strength to fight when he was sick, and sighed softly, "Don't talk about being in a serious relationship, have you never even flirted with anyone?"

The charm was questioned, Wen Yu raised his eyebrows: "Have you transferred?"

"...That's not true, I'm a theoretical school." Fu Yuhan choked on him, "If you really like someone, you know what to do... because the desire to be nice to him comes from instinct."

"Tsk," Wen Yu said disgustedly, "Mr. Yang Fanjia Fu started to give lectures again."

Fu Yuhan smiled lightly, closed his eyes, and opened them again with difficulty.

He was still very sleepy, so he had to brace himself to chat with Wen Yu: "What are you doing here?"

"Look at you, I've said it before." Wen Yu paused, his eyes fell to the ground, and then he raised his eyes again, "I wanted to have dinner with you...but looking at you like this, it seems that I can't eat it."

Fu Yuhan looked at him.

After a while, he said, "You don't like eating alone?"

"Not really..." Wen Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, then closed his eyes suddenly, "I don't like it, can't I?"

"I'm a little hungry right now...Although I'm sleepy." Fu Yuhan said, "I have a high body temperature but I'm still in good spirits. I can eat something light with you."

Wen Yu looked at him.

Fu Yuhan: "Forget it if you don't eat."

"Eat." Wen Yu said as he took out his phone, "I'll find a cleaner takeaway."

It was different from the original plan, Wen Yu didn't expect that he would be able to do such a frustrating thing like ordering takeaway at other people's home when he came here.

The funniest thing was that when He Yan came back halfway, she saw someone at home who was surprised for a moment.

"who are you?"

"Hello, Auntie." Wen Yu stood up, bowed halfway with a smile, "My name is Wen Yu, and I am Fu Yuhan's deskmate."

"Ah, it's you." The expression between He Yan's brows relaxed, "I heard your teacher Zhou talk about you, and your grades are very good. I told Fu Yuhan a long time ago that we should play with children with better grades and help each other. He I used to have good grades, but I don’t know what happened when I went to high school, alas!”

As she spoke, she began to criticize unconsciously. Wen Yu looked at her and thought, no wonder Fu Yuhan's temper has a bad relationship with her.

Which child would like to expose his short mother to outsiders?

But he wanted to think about it, he didn't see it at all on the surface, and he still had that special standard smile, and said gently: "The knowledge points in high school are more difficult, and the most important thing is that it is difficult to make up for a link. In fact, recently Fu Yuhan is working hard to make up lessons, so don't worry too much, Auntie."

"Really?" He Yan was taken aback, "He never told me..." She subconsciously looked at Fu Yuhan, but Fu Yuhan closed his eyes.can't get back