Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

There was a big cushion behind Fu Yuhan's head, and his whole body was weak. Wen Yu walked to his side and bent slightly, as if he was trapped on the bed.

On the aura.

To be honest, for so many years, Fu Yuhan thought he had never been suppressed by anyone in the aura field, and even when he was sick, he still had such a novel experience.

He blinked and said calmly, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yu didn't speak.

He just stared at him, letting the silence creep in.Fu Yuhan's mind was heavy, and he inexplicably thought of an adjective - "observe the experimental data".

"What are you looking at?" Fu Yuhan asked.

This time Wen Yu answered, although the words were nonsense: "Look at you."

"looks good."

"Are you good-looking or not, don't you have any points in your heart?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head.

Wen Yu didn't know whether he wanted to say "no count" or "not good-looking", but it didn't matter.

This is the first time Wen Yu has entered Fu Yuhan's room. There is a bed, a desk, a wardrobe and two shelves. Half of it is books, and the other half is sundries and knick-knacks, the most conspicuous of which is a Gundam.

There are many small things on the side of Gundam.

In fact, the overall style of the room is rather simple, but Wen Yu finds this room inexplicably cute.Including Fu Yuhan's pillow and quilt - a sky blue plaid pattern, but because of the sufficient filling, it is bulging, and even Fu Yuhan lying in it becomes fluffy.

He seems to smell a little sweet, Wen Yu thought.

As his thoughts changed, so did his eyes. Fu Yuhan kept staring at him, always feeling that something was wrong.

He frowned: "Although I don't have the strength now, I can still trouble you when I recover..."

Wen Yu snapped back to his senses and smiled: "Didn't you say that you want to repay me when you recover from your illness? Your repayment is to ask for trouble?"

"One size fits all." After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, his throat felt itchy, and he tilted his head and coughed a few times.

The sound of coughing seemed to bring back Wen Yu's rationality for a brief moment. With a flash of his eyes, he forced himself to put away the messy thoughts in his mind, retreated to Fu Yuhan's chair and sat down, and opened his schoolbag.

"I brought the papers that were handed out today... But I don't think you have the energy to do it." Wen Yu said, "The old class said today that after the midterm exam, there will be a separate intensive cram school for students with unsatisfactory grades... "

He conveyed the notice from the head teacher.

After hearing this, Fu Yuhan twitched the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and cursed: "Damn."

"So resistant?" Wen Yu asked.He thought that Fu Yuhan would welcome this kind of tutoring if he was studying recently.

"No, I really want to participate." Fu Yuhan frowned, "But I originally planned to take time off for art class after evening self-study..."

This year's art entrance exam is at the beginning of December, and the art teacher of the normal university had reminded him to sign up two days ago.

He hasn't practiced a lot of the content of the exam. To be on the safe side, he plans to increase the number of art classes, but if the school wants to organize tutoring, there will be a conflict in time.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and thought.

Sick people can't think about things, and they get dizzy when they think about it.He pondered for a while and really lost his mind, narrowed his eyes and said, "Forget it...cough cough, let's think about it after I recover from illness."

To be able to hold on and talk so much is already counting him in good spirits.

"Actually..." At this time, Wen Yu said suddenly, "If you need tutoring, you can also find me."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

"Just ask me," he said.

Fu Yuhan smiled: "If you haven't woken up, go back and sleep again."

"...Why are you so stubborn," the phone rang, Wen Yu stood up holding the phone, and said while answering the phone, "Fang Jiayuan and the others knew they wanted to invite me to the study group."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

Fu Yuhan knew about their study group, it was an organization where more than a dozen people studied by themselves at night or on weekends and privately arranged to do homework together, and usually got together to discuss topics, and it was more similar to a small group.

Of course Fu Yuhan can be considered a member of the small group, but he is at the top of the small group's food chain and will not take the initiative to participate in any activities.

Because of Sun Wenrui's jealousy before, that group of people hadn't had much contact with Wen Yu, and now they will invite him, that is to say...

Sun Wenrui figured it out?

Fu Yuhan felt that he had to ask about this matter later.

The call was from the delivery man, and Wen Yu clutched his phone and went out to get it.He ordered takeaway from someone else's house, but he didn't feel cramped at all. Through the half-closed door, Fu Yuhan seemed to hear what he said to He Yan again.

It took Wen Yu a while to come back with two big bags.

"There is a small table next to the bookshelf." Fu Yuhan raised his chin, "What did you say to my mother?"

"It's all polite words, are you sure you want to listen?" Wen Yu said while putting things on the desk, took out the folded small bed table, and put the table legs on both sides of Fu Yuhan's waist.

"Forget it." Fu Yuhan sniffed, "What did you order?"

"Vegetables." Wen Yu took out the packed bowl, "What else does the patient want to eat?"

Fu Yuhan didn't have anything in particular he wanted to eat, but his expression changed slightly when he saw the packed bowl.

"The red mud chef...?"

"Well, not long after I moved here, I ate at this restaurant once, and it was pretty good." Wen Yu glanced at him, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head, pursed his lips and wanted to sit up from the bed.

He moves very slowly and looks very tough.Wen Yu's bowl was placed halfway, and he really couldn't see it, so he put down the things at hand and went to lift him up with his two arms——

Fu Yuhan almost spat out.

He turned his head to the other side, covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and his eye sockets turned red physiologically.

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment: "...Am I moving too much?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head.

He slowed down for a while, blinked away the tears that were almost gushing out, and regained his composure, and then said softly: "No, it's okay, it may have flared up again. My medicine is in the drawer on the left." He paused again, "Yang Fan I also like to eat at this restaurant, and I always go here every time I come here.”

Yang Fan's family lives near No. [-] Middle School, half a city away from them.

It's not troublesome to come here, but it's far away, so I don't usually come here, so eight out of ten times I have to go to Hongni Kitchen for dinner.

In an instant, many memories came flooding back, and Fu Yuhan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Wen Yu helped him get the medicine, fed him with the half glass of water that Fu Yuhan hadn't finished drinking just now, and said in a low voice, "Then don't take it, I'll change to another store."

"Forget it, it's not troublesome." Fu Yuhan drank all the water, "I'm hungry."

In order to prove that he really didn't mind, he took the initiative to open the lunch box.

Although the patient had a poor appetite and didn't eat much, Wen Yu could tell that Fu Yuhan was working hard to eat.

so--

What's wrong with being with him, why do you have to torture yourself?

Wen Yu really didn't understand.

Originally, Wen Yu still had the idea of ​​taking Fu Yuhan back to study by himself at night, but it was a pity that he was a little seriously ill only after meeting him.

A young boy wouldn't get sick like this after being exposed to the rain.

Wen Yu felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He always felt that Fu Yuhan's illness had a lot to do with his broken love.

The idea of ​​teasing him was completely dispelled when he saw Fu Yuhan's pale face.

After eating, Wen Yu left the homework that belonged to Fu Yuhan, and prepared to leave and go back to school.

"Hey, wait a minute." Fu Yuhan called him, "Please do me a favor."

"what?"

"Ask Ge Ran for some notes for me, and I'll copy them and return them to her." Fu Yuhan said, "Otherwise, I've left too much behind."

It has been very hard for him to check for omissions and fill vacancies by himself recently. If he is not really sick and unable to get up, he doesn't even want to ask for leave.

First, the progress is falling, and second, staying at home is really suffocating.

Wen Yu looked at him and sighed: "Fu Yuhan, do you remember that your deskmate has good grades? Didn't you like to order me around when you got the chance?"

"...That's because you picked on me first." Fu Yuhan said, "What's the same now..."

"What's the difference." Wen Yu shook his head, "Forget it, I understand, I will tell Ge Ran for you."

He left after saying that.

Wen Yuka's time is very standard. After returning from Fu Yuhan's house to Class [-] classroom, the bell for evening self-study has just rang.

The noisy noise in the classroom suddenly stopped.

After about 5 minutes, Fang Jiayuan in the front row came over and said, "Brother Yu, I want to ask you something."

Wen Yu raised his eyelids: "?"

Fang Jiayuan came over with the notebook he took away from Wen Yu, pointed to a line of words in it and asked, "What does this mean?"

He wrote too concisely, and the members of the study group passed it around and couldn't discuss why.

Wen Yu took a look, and suddenly remembered that Fu Yuhan wanted to borrow notes.

"Give it back to me." He stretched out his hand, "I'll do something nice for you."

Fang Jiayuan: "?"

"You guys can read it after I write a new version." Wen Yu said, "I will try my best to make it understandable to humans."