Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Wen Yu asked twice, but Fu Yuhan didn't tell him what it was.

In fact, Wen Yu doesn't like the feeling of being led by the nose when the answer is pinched in the opponent's hand, but this time he suddenly looked forward to——

He has always given things to others, and few people give him anything specially, because Young Master Wen really has nothing special in material terms.

This experience is very novel.

"Okay." He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Then I'll wait."

However, there was no movement from Fu Yuhan's side.

The weekend passes quickly, followed by Monday, Tuesday.Wen Yu waited until the day before the senior high school entrance examination, but he didn't receive anything. Instead, he saw Fu Yuhan drawing a picture between classes with a blank piece of paper without reviewing.

That drawing was not a sketch of characters that Fu Yuhan often drew to prepare for the exam, but... something similar to the illustration draft of a children's picture book.

"Do you have a new job?" Wen Yu leaned over to take a look.

"No." Fu Yuhan said, "This is Zhou Xiangyan's art homework."

"..." Wen Yu said speechlessly, "You are really good to this 'brother'? Isn't the exam tomorrow?"

"But these are two different things." Fu Yuhan said while shading, "I asked him to do something for me, of course I have to give him some 'reward'."

"The reward is to help him with his art homework the day before the midterm exam?"

Fu Yuhan chuckled softly: "Why do I feel that your temper has become more and more serious recently?"

Wen Yu fell silent.

That's right, he felt it himself—actually his temper was no different from before, it was still just as bad, but recently his "smiling mask" was becoming more and more unreliable.

This is not good, it doesn't meet his father's requirement of "being humble and polite to others", but Wen Yu can't control it very much.

Maybe subconsciously don't want to control.

They were talking, when a boy came from the other side of the classroom, holding a few pieces of paper, he said to Fu Yuhan, "Brother Fu, will this trouble you?"

"Yeah." Fu Yuhan raised his chin without lifting his eyelids, "Put it on my desk, I'll write it later—don't forget what I said."

"No, no." The boy smiled dog-leggedly, "Thank you, Brother Fu."

Wen Yu watched coldly, and waited for the man to leave before asking coolly, "What about this time? Is it 'deal' again?"

Fu Yuhan nodded lightly.

"You're so idle." Wen Yu snorted lightly and muttered in a low voice, "I shouldn't have written any notes for you..."

Fu Yuhan didn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly, only to hear the word "note".

In the past few days, Wen Yu has written another subject of notes "Benefiting the Public", leaving two subjects of Chinese and Biology.No one asked for the language notes, and a group of people were waiting in humility for Mr. Wen's biological notes. Fang Jiayuan came to ask three times on behalf of the crowd, and Wen Yu said, "I haven't finished writing it yet."

So when he heard these two words, Fu Yuhan took it for granted, and asked casually, "What notes? Have you finished writing your biology notes?"

Wen Yu stuffed the biology notebook that had been placed on the table back into his schoolbag, and said angrily, "No."

Why show such good notes to people who are fishing before the exam.

Fu Yuhan didn't realize his anger, he let out an "oh", and concentrated on painting.

Wen Yu didn't bother to talk to him.

After two classes, Fu Yuhan finished the line draft.He didn't intend to continue coloring, so he went out with the drawing, and when he came back, he took out the paper that the boy gave him.

Wen Yu only felt a touch of pink fly by out of the corner of his eyes, he subconsciously glanced at it, and saw Fu Yuhan holding a piece of white paper full of dog crawling characters in one hand, and two pink letterheads in the other.

The letter paper was soaked in the fragrance of flowers, and the words on the white paper were hot.

It's a love letter.

And what Fu Yuhan had to do was to transcribe that love letter onto letter paper.

His handwriting is obviously much better than the original manuscript. Although in Wen Yu's view, writing a love letter or copying it for a lover is full of slots, but looking at Fu Yuhan's handwriting, I think it is generally understandable.

The only thing I can't understand is why Fu Yuhan has to do this kind of thing the day before the exam.

Wen Yu wanted to ask, but felt that he was too lenient, so he tried not to ask, and just held back for a day.

Until after school, the packed dinner he brought back from home——

Fu Yuhan didn't go home these days, the classroom door was not locked after school, Wen Yu pushed the door in as usual, saw no one, subconsciously thought that Fu Yuhan had gone to the toilet.

However, when he went to the desk, he found a note on it.

Wen Yu looked at Fu Yuhan copying the love letter for half a lunch break for others like a psychopath, and recognized at a glance who wrote the note.

[I have something to go out, I'll be back later.Eat dinner first, don't wait for me. 】

Wen Yu stared at the note for a while, his eyes fell, and the expression on his face was dim.

Is it troublesome to help Fu Yu with food every day?

Trouble, but this way someone will eat with him.

The person who accompanies him to eat...anyone is fine, and Fu Yuhan doesn't have to be with him.

Yes, no.

Anyone can accompany him, of course, eating alone is also fine.

You can eat it or not.

Wen Yu silently carried the lunch box and walked to the trash can, thinking for a minute.

He was alone in the classroom.

The teaching building is very quiet, only occasionally a little human movement is heard, the garden lights are lit in the distance, and the night is gradually falling.

In late October, it gets darker and earlier, and the weather starts to turn cold. Students in the class will add a long sleeve to the short-sleeved school uniform to combat the cooling in the morning and dusk.

The window was open, and a gust of wind blew through. Wen Yu thought about it, took the lunch box back and put it on the table, and pulled off the coat hanging on the back of the chair to put it on.

Then he took out his cell phone and called Fu Yuhan.

The phone rang for a long time before being picked up by the other party: "Hello?"

It was very noisy on the other end of the phone, and the car horns were honking one after another, as if at a busy intersection.Fu Yuhan was breathing heavily, and the word "Hello" was followed by heavy gasps.

"Where have you been?" Wen Yu's voice was cold, "Don't tell me to go for a run."

"Have you arrived in the classroom?" Fu Yuhan answered the question irrelevantly, panting and said, "Wait... Huh... I'll be right back... You, if you're hungry, eat first..."

"I'll wait for you." Wen Yu interrupted him, "Didn't you say you'll be back soon? I can wait."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan was a little helpless, "I... will be there in two more turns."

"Yeah." Wen Yu didn't say anything, and hung up the phone.

The garden lights under the teaching building were also turned on, and a little light came in from the window.The lights were not turned on in the classroom, Wen Yu put away his cell phone, and lowered his head in the gradually falling night.

"It can't be like this..." He muttered softly.

——How easy are you to do?

"...Why are you so dark, you are going to pretend to be a ghost to scare me?"

Not too long later, Fu Yuhan's voice suddenly came from the half-hidden back door.As he spoke, he reached out and turned on the fluorescent light switch by the door.

The ceiling light came on with a "snap", and Wen Yu turned around after him.

In the evening when the temperature was gradually cooling down, Fu Yuhan was sweating profusely in the short-sleeved school uniform he wore during the day.With a layer of post-exercise flush on his face, he walked in with a lot of things.

"Wen Yu?" Fu Yuhan was a little surprised when his eyes fell on Wen Yu's face, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Yu's eyes were heavy and his face was expressionless.

Fu Yuhan blinked, his tone restrained, and he was cautious: "What happened?"

Wen Yu looked at him for a while, then asked an unexpected question: "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Oh, this." Fu Yuhan walked over and sat down on his seat, "Didn't I say I'd give you something earlier? Here." He took apart the things, took out a plastic box, and handed it to Wen Wen as if offering a treasure. In front of Yu, "I promised to take you to play the Black Soul—this is the old version. I played it before, and I can only read it by looking for the old game console. I didn't take this game console with me when I moved. I didn’t expect it was still at my dad’s place, he didn’t throw it away, so I asked Zhou Xiangyan to find it for me and test it, and it’s still working.”

"That's why you helped Zhou Xiangyan with his art homework?" Wen Yu's voice was very soft.

"correct."

"Then why did you copy the love letter for Song Yang?"

Fu Yuhan divided the stack of game boxes into three quarters: "I don't have many game CDs left, Song Yang has more, I asked him for it."

"Why so much?"

"Isn't it because you're afraid that you won't be used to playing Black Soul?" Fu Yuhan said, "Find more classic games for you to pick."

Wen Yu glanced at the pile of colorful boxes.

The cover of the game disc in the box is printed with English names. With Wen Yu's English level, it is not difficult to understand the words.

But he didn't know what the official Chinese translations of those English names were - his dad never allowed him to play games.

Fu Yuhan...Fu Yuhan's annoying sensitivity is really...

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, with no expression on his face: "What kind of game is this?"

"Huh?" Fu Yuhan was stunned, holding the boxes and counting them one by one, "Black Soul, God of War, Uncharted Sea, Dead or Alive, Heavy Rain..."

Wen Yu took a box from his hand: "Is this fun?"

What he took away was God of War 3.

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Why are you... very interesting, Yang Fan likes this very much, it simulates the world of Greek mythology..."

"Forget it, don't play this." Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and he threw the game box back, "You recommend it to me."

"Ok?"

"I don't have any preference. The God of War seems to be impressed only by Yang Fan's mention." Wen Yu said, "Let's listen to your recommendation."

Fu Yuhan blinked: "If you want to play God of War, you can play it? You don't have to be jealous of Yang Fan when you play a game, anyway, you are not very sad, are you..."

"I don't want to, play something else." Wen Yu interrupted him.

"...It's fine, it's up to you."

It was originally something he found for Wen Yu, so Fu Yuhan naturally had nothing to do. He put the game console and CD into a large handbag and handed them to the other party.

Only then did Wen Yu start to unpack the somewhat cold dinner bag.

He looked down at the bag at his feet, and said as he unwrapped it, "But I don't know how to use this thing—go to my house after the midterm exam?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes, his expression blank for a moment: "Your house...doesn't seem to have a TV?"

Not to mention the TV, Fu Yuhan went several times, and he didn't even see the computer, let alone something like a "monitor with sound playback" that can be used to connect to a game console.

"It's fine if you don't buy it." Wen Yu didn't care too much, "Then are you going?"

"It doesn't matter if you go..." Fu Yuhan curled his lips, "Tsk, the young master is really rich."

"The rich young master treats you to dinner and you still talk so much."

Wen Yu smiled, as if he suddenly felt better.After setting up the lunch box, instead of picking up the chopsticks, he touched his schoolbag and handed over the biology notebook.

"Take it to see." He said, "In the future, we will postpone this kind of thing until after the exam is over—you are not me, do you really think you can pass the exam naked?"