Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fang Jiayuan: "..."

For a second, he wished that he could be a player, so that [-] barrages of swear words would fly over his face for the pretender to see.

But no, during the review period, this is the gleaming Buddha.

He handed the note back respectfully: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

It's a bit troublesome, Wen Yu thought.

The reason why his notes are concise is that a lot of content that can be deduced according to his own logic is in his mind. To rearrange all these things into the notes, he has to write them according to the most popular ideas.

The order of the content of some parts has to be rearranged, and there must be no omissions, which is almost the same as memorizing a book again.

Wen Yu thought, he is really looking for trouble.

Thinking about it, he still picked up the pen.

Evening self-study was originally a time for doing homework and checking for omissions, but Wen Yu spent almost the whole night here.

After class, he packed his schoolbag and prepared to go back. When he checked his phone, he found a new message.

Fourth Brother: Call back when you have time.

Wen Yu raised her eyebrows and dialed the phone back after walking out of the classroom.

Mobile phones are contraband in school, but the night covered his blatant behavior well. While playing, Wen Yu walked against the crowd after school and walked to the corridor where no one passed by.

"Hey, fourth brother." Although there was noise in the distance, the place where there was no one was still quiet. Wen Yu asked in a suppressed voice, "Is there something wrong?"

"I can't call you if I have nothing to do?" There was a "ding" on the other end of the phone, and the fourth child probably lit a cigarette for himself, "Come out for a drink."

"..."

Wen Yu thought there was something wrong with Fu Yuhan.

He lowered his eyes, lacking in interest: "It's okay, I'll hang up."

"Hey - don't," the fourth child hastily called him, "What's the matter with you recently? I asked you out several times and refused, quit drinking? You can't even quit drinking. Today is the fifth child who broke up in love. Ask your brothers to accompany you. It’s impossible not to say it.”

"..." Wen Yu sighed, "Where is it?" He paused for a moment, then added, "I haven't finished my homework."

This time it was the fourth child's turn to be speechless: "When will you worry about not finishing your homework?"

"I passed fourth brother in my third year of high school." Wen Yu's reason was impeccable.

"Forget it, let's do homework, anyway, it's the boss's place, just a few of us." The fourth child said, "You know where it was last time!"

Last time——

His thoughts were instantly pulled back to many days ago, when Wen Yu came out of the bar owned by the boss after drinking too much that day, and picked up a homeless man on the side of the street.

It was clear that Fu Yuhan's figure was thin, but his shoulders were wide enough to make the school uniform look full.

It's strange to say that in the past, I just thought that Fu Yuhan was funny, but when Yang Fan announced his departure from the group, and the words "What about Fu Yuhan" popped up in his mind, the idea of ​​"internal digestion" was like a seed It falls into the soil and thrives in the wind.

Wen Yu can still recall the outline of the spine that attracted him to walk over to say hello that day.

He subconsciously licked his lower lip, and said softly: "...Understood, I'll come."

"Just" came, he really came, he didn't even change his clothes, hung up the phone, left the school gate, took a taxi and arrived at the entrance of the bar.

The boss’s name is Chen Feifan, and he is as unusual as his name. When he was young, he was the “little prince of nightclubs” in the neighborhood. When he got older, he felt that he couldn’t achieve nothing, so he chose to work in a field he was familiar with and opened a bar. .

He knows how to play, and he also knows what kind of direction the bar should operate in. The bar is very impressive, and it is said that he has opened branches in other cities.

But as he got older, he gradually stopped being noisy. Not long ago, he opened a new bar near his bar with the theme of drinking, listening to music and chatting.

If he really went to the bar in a serious way tonight, Wen Yu would have to push back whatever he said. Hearing that it was here, he reluctantly went to the appointment.When he arrived, several other people were already there, and there were twenty or thirty whiskey glasses on a long wooden table, half of which were empty.

"Little Seven—"

As soon as Wen Yu entered, he saw a figure flying towards him.He swiftly dodges to the left: "The point is solemn."

The one who jumped over was the fifth child who was said to be broken in love, a gay guy who kept repeating "falling in love" and "broken in love".He cried and accused Wen Yu, trying to rush up and beat him: "You don't love me anymore!"

"I've never loved before." Wen Yu pushed him away in disgust, and walked towards the table, "Who was he dumped this time?"

"The one who struck up a conversation with you last month." The fourth child said, "When you rejected him that day, you turned around and went to tease the fifth child—I think he just wanted to date, who knew that the fifth child was still playing with real feelings."

Lao Wu cried and howled: "Every relationship of mine is serious!"

Wen Yu shook his head.

Lao Wu was often complained by them, and he was very used to this kind of atmosphere. He found a place under the lamp, sat down at the table, opened his schoolbag, put the unfinished notes on the table, and took out his pen.

This out-of-fit behavior was quickly watched by the crowd, and even Lao Wu, who was crying like "pear blossoms with rain", stopped crying and turned to look at him.

"Are you exaggerating?" The boss Chen Feifan smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "It's fine to come here in school uniform, and do homework here?"

"What can I do if I haven't finished writing?" Wen Yu said calmly while writing, "You won't let me dove."

"Xiaoqi is really a good student, he is handsome and reliable." The fifth child was about to cry while talking, "Just won't sleep with me."

"Shut up, we Xiaoqi drink strong alcohol." The third child slapped him on the forehead, "Your motherfucker's 'sweet wine' doesn't taste strong enough."

"It's enough to like straight men? And if you don't—"

"Stop." Wen Yu suddenly raised his head from his notes, interrupting their gag, "Leave the straight man alone, I... I have already changed my target."

"what?"

This matter is even more exciting than the fifth child who announced his "broken love" in two or three days. Several people showed interested expressions: "Tell me, what kind of change?"

Wen Yu said that he had been chasing a straight man for two years and calculated carefully, but there was no result.There is a big age gap between them, and Wen Yu is the youngest. Although he always went to nightclubs with them, he never took up the conversations that were just about to start, and kept himself so clean that he seemed to be just a ruthless drinking machine.

In nightclubs, there are much more physical relationships than true love, not to mention that the relationship is hard to last. They persuaded Wen Yu several times not to hang himself on the straight man.

Wen Yu only answered two words at that time: "It's fun."

This time Wen Yu only answered two words——

He tilted his head in thought for a while, twitched the corner of his lips, and said in the third brother's words: "'Spirits'."

It smells good, tastes super spicy, and occasionally causes stomach pains.

"Is it meaningful enough? How can I sum it up in two words?" The third child said, "To be more specific, I can't satisfy the gossip mentality of the masses. Let's see what kind of person can take our popular Wang Xiaoqi's heart away." ?--what?"

As he was talking, he was suddenly elbowed by the fourth child who was sitting next to him.The third child touched the place where he was beaten with an innocent face.

The fourth child had a strange expression: "Don't ask, isn't the protagonist today our fifth child?"

The more he said that, the more others wanted to ask, and the fifth child even said that he had to listen to Wen Yu's gossip before he stopped crying.

Wen Yu raised his eyes to look at the fourth brother, put down his pen, picked up his wine glass, and said with a chuckle, "Let's talk about it when I catch up. Didn't I come to comfort Wu Cheng today? I'll do it first."

He drank the tea-colored whiskey in one gulp. After drinking, he picked up the pen again, bowed his head and started writing.

A gathering of friends, apart from teasing him for going to the bar to do his homework uncharacteristically, no one really stopped him from doing it.Wen Yu was tidying up while listening to the fifth child crying, and unknowingly he had finished writing a math notebook, and the content of more than 20 pages was more than doubled by him.

Then he took out another notebook and an empty notebook, and started arranging again.

Afterwards, when Wen Yu thought about it, he felt that it was unimaginable and boring.

But he really concentrated on tidying up for two days and two nights——

On Thursday morning, Fu Yuhan wore a mask and arrived at school early.

He didn't come these days, and the job of opening the classroom door fell to Ge Ran, the class monitor. She arrived at 6:[-], and when she pushed the door, she found that the door had already opened.

"Fu Yuhan?" She opened the door and went in, looking towards the back of the classroom, "Are you ready?"

"Huh?" Fu Yuhan was looking at something. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and nodded in a daze, "Yeah, the fever is gone, it's much better."

"That's good." Ge Ran smiled, returned to his seat and sat down.

"By the way, monitor." Fu Yuhan suddenly remembered, "Did Wen Yu tell you that I want notes?"

"...Huh?" Ge Ran turned his head blankly.

Fu Yuhan blinked: "...Forget it, it's fine."

Fu Yuhan suddenly belatedly felt that he had made a mistake—Wen Yu had always been merciless to him in the past, why did he help him a few times, and he subconsciously thought that things could be entrusted to Wen Yu?

"What notes are you talking about? Class notes?" Ge Ran said, "Then just ask Wen Yu for it."

Fu Yuhan: "?"

"Oh, yes, you probably don't know if you haven't come these two days." Ge Ran said, "Fang Jiayuan and the others used to borrow notes from Wen Yu, but most people couldn't understand his notes. Later, Wen Yu said to help everyone Write another one that you can understand—don’t tell me, he’s still a pretty good person.”

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment: "...but I just want to correct the mistakes in the test papers that have been handed out in the past few days."

"That... I'll look for it." Ge Ran lowered his head and rummaged in the drawer, "But maybe I didn't write as well as Wen Yu did."

"It's all the same, as long as it's better than mine."

Fu Yuhan was away from school for three days, and there were dozens of missing test papers.

When Wen Yu came to the school, he and Fu Yuhan saw white flowers on the two connected desktops, forming a sea of ​​test papers.

In the middle of the ocean, Fu Yuhan, who had been ill for a few days, was seriously writing his answers against a test paper.

He seemed to be in good spirits, not at all as weak as when Wen Yu went to see him a few days ago.

It's good to be sick.

Wen Yu smiled, and was about to go over to say hello to him, but unexpectedly the smile was only half ticked, and his eyes caught sight of the beautiful handwriting on the test paper above.

Wen Yu: "..."

Don't some people know that their deskmate is the first in grade?

What is the long-term plan?