Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"Shut it off." Fu Yuhan didn't think there was anything wrong, he stood up to turn off the lights, and considering Wen Yu's "sleep addiction", he asked a special question, "Would you like to help you draw the curtains?"

The lights have been turned off, but it's not dark yet, and it's really bright if you don't draw the curtains.

Wen Yu held the handle, with a little light from the screen reflected in his dark pupils, looked at him and said, "Excuse me."

"Small things." Fu Yuhan responded lightly, and walked over to draw the curtains.

When he raised his hand, his school uniform was pulled up according to the movement, revealing a thin waist, and then it was quickly covered with the skylight.

Only then did Wen Yu look away.

On the screen was the interface for starting the game. He didn't move in a hurry until Fu Yuhan came back and the sofa beside him sank, and Wen Yu pressed the confirmation button.

In fact, playing immersive interactive movies is more interesting than simply watching movies, because there are still parts that require players to operate in the process, which is more immersive.

Especially in the room with the lights turned off and the curtains drawn.

Wen Yu always has a little time every day that he doesn't want to see the light at all. The place where he lives specially chooses curtains that can block out the light. It is easy to immerse himself in the environment of the game itself, but he is a little distracted. .

Out of the corner of his eye, there is a segment of wrist bone illuminated by the light of the screen, and the skin on the back of the hand is so white that it seems to be glowing.

Very dazzling.

This is too disturbing, Wen Yu thought.

In terms of operational difficulty, "Heavy Rain" and "Dark Soul" are not on the same level, and Wen Yu didn't encounter much difficulty in playing.Although he was a little distracted at the beginning, the plot of this game was indeed "very good" as Fu Yuhan said, so he gradually concentrated on the game.

Fu Yuhan sat next to him and watched it like watching a movie, and from time to time he would remind him when he encountered difficulties.

The atmosphere is nice.

During the summer vacation, neither of them would have imagined that there would be such a time to sit together and play games quietly.

In fact, he didn't tell Fu Yuhan that he has the latest model of game consoles, and he has all kinds of consoles.

But the game has none.

Because of his "good performance", his father gave him a lot more pocket money after he went to high school.

A zero level was added overnight.

Wen Yu had no other expenses, so he quietly saved money and bought back all the things he wanted but couldn't have.

But I didn't know where to start after I bought it. There are still some areas where I can't rely on search engines to solve problems without guidance.

He didn't tell anyone about these things. Firstly, he was "not allowed", and secondly, he was not used to it.

Fu Yuhan was so perceptive.

You can guess what he wants without him saying it.

There is a very subtle emotion growing in the bottom of my heart, like thousands of ants crawling over, densely packed, painful and itchy.

It wasn't until the sound of the door opening came from outside that Wen Yu woke up from this emotion.

"Why is it so dark?"

"It's probably because Xiaoyu didn't open the curtains when he left in the morning, I think—"

There were two female voices talking at the door and walking in. Before Fu Yuhan could react, he felt that Wen Yu quickly threw the handle in his arms into his arms.

Fu Yuhan: "...?"

The fluorescent lamp above the head was turned on unexpectedly, as if to dispel some secret feelings, Wen Yu asked the person who walked in with a cold face: "Why are you here again?"

Those were two women, one was older and looked like a cooking lady; as for the other...

She was a very beautiful woman, with a gentle and outstanding temperament, well maintained, she looked just 30 years old.Considering Wen Yu's attitude towards her like an enemy, Fu Yuhan suspected that this was his "stepmother".

But speaking of it... where's his mother?

"Ah, Xiaoyu, are you at home?" Fang Wanjing was a little surprised and at a loss, "Sorry, I didn't know..."

Perhaps affected by the unknown emotions just now, Wen Yu realized that he had lost his composure. He lowered his eyes, took a long breath, adjusted his expression by pursing his lips, and smiled at Fang Wanjing when he raised his eyes again: "Today is Friday! , school is over early. Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Auntie said that you want supper at night. I thought so. You are already in the third year of high school... Aren't I good at stewing soup? I brought you a soft-shelled turtle today..." Fang Wanjing forced a smile. In order to dispel the embarrassment, she His eyes fell on Fu Yuhan, "This is...Xiao Yu's classmate? It's rare for him to bring his classmate back..."

The way this mother and son get along is too strange, Fu Yuhan has been watching Wen Yu's expression, now, he saw Wen Yu frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

Not knowing where the intuition came from, Fu Yuhan pressed Wen Yu's right hand with his left hand, raised his eyes and nodded lightly at Fang Wanjing, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Hi Auntie, my name is Fu Yuhan, and I am Wen Yu's deskmate."

Fang Wanjing gave a short "ah" and said, "It's you."

In the palm of his hand, Wen Yu's hand that was held by him seemed to be struggling a bit. Fu Yuhan held it back with more force, without much expression on his face, and only raised his eyebrows lightly: "Wen Yu mentioned me?"

"I've mentioned it." Fang Wanjing smiled at him, "You are very famous."

famous?Nothing good about his fame.

Fu Yuhan glanced at Wen Yu, and thought to himself, no wonder he didn't want him to listen, so it turned out that he had said bad things about himself back then.

"Mom," Wen Yu called out, "Don't you want stew?"

"Okay, I'm going to stew." Fang Wanjing glanced at the game console monitor in front of them, and licked her lower lip, as if a little embarrassed, "Don't play for too long, it's time for dinner."

No, although school is over early on Friday, the time for playing games flies too fast.

Wen Yu felt that it was time to wake up before he woke up from this dream.

The picture on the screen was in a "paused" state, Wen Yu glanced at it, and then looked down at the hand that Fu Yuhan was pressing on the back of his hand.

It is indeed very white.

He paused, and said softly: "Put it away, wait for next time..."

Will there be a next time?

Wen Yu didn't know, and didn't want to ask.

He's all gone, and it seems ridiculous to say that he needs someone to accompany him to play a game.

Besides, the game console was seen by Fang Wanjing, whether there will be a next time is still up for debate.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, didn't say anything, and silently archived the progress, then exited, shut down, unplugged, and boxed, and he was so proficient that he could do it countless times at a glance.

Among other things, at least he didn't have any restrictions on playing games.

He put the game console and the game CD into the bag, then turned to Wen Yu and asked, "Do you need me to take it back temporarily?"

He dropped the accent on the word "temporarily".

Look, here it is again, this is a sharpness that people can both love and hate.Wen Yu couldn't help laughing: "Take it back, why don't you take the monitor too?"

Fu Yuhan frowned lightly - this thing is not easy to carry, it's a bit big.

Seeing his expression, Wen Yu laughed even wider: "Just kidding, let's leave the monitor here, this...it shouldn't matter."

"should".

At that moment, Fu Yuhan felt that Wen Yu was also quite pitiful.

Fang Wanjing took her aunt to work in the kitchen, the two put away the game console, and stared blankly at the turned off monitor in the living room.

After sitting for 2 minutes, Wen Yu stood up and opened the curtain——

After waking up from the dream, there is no need to cover it up.

In late October, it got dark early, and Wen Yu opened the curtains only to find that the night had overwhelmed him.

The streets covered by leaves in the distance are just lit up, like stars falling into the secular world.

very beautiful.

Had it not been for someone at home, he might have poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it slowly, leaning against the window.

The thought was fleeting, but someone approached behind him.

He also knew it was Fu Yuhan when he heard the footsteps, so he didn't look back.

Fu Yuhan was about the same size as him, walked to the window and whispered in his ear: "After the evening self-study, let's play?"

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look, and happened to see the other party's eyes.

Fu Yuhan had no expression as usual, his eyes were scattered, as if he had said something that couldn't be more ordinary.

A casual gift from some is a great blessing to others.

"Why..." Wen Yu was speechless, then smiled suddenly, "You can always say what I want to hear."

"Because if I hadn't seen you cry, I would have thought you were about to cry." Fu Yuhan's voice was so low that the busy people in the kitchen couldn't hear them.After he finished speaking, he raised his voice again, and said in a normal voice: "Thank me, it means that I want to coax people right now."

Wen Yu took this very seriously, after all he had seen what Fu Yuhan was like when he was abusive.

With that look, that aura, it would have scared me to death to face him face to face with another person, and Wen Yu was the only one who was bold.

Fu Yuhan might be nothing special, but no one doesn't like being coaxed.

Wen Yu finally felt that Fang Wanjing's unhappiness had been driven away a little.

Without the game console and homework, the two could only stare at each other. Fu Yuhan really felt that there was nothing to look at Wen Yu's face, so he simply ran to the kitchen to "be good".

He was so obedient, he even asked Fang Wanjing if she wanted any help with an indifferent demeanor.

How could Fang Wanjing agree, but Fu Yuhan did a lot of kitchen work when he was at home, and the efficiency of picking up the work was top-notch. Before she realized it, Fu Yuhan had already washed and served the dishes.

Wen Yu silently walked to the kitchen door and stared at it.

Fu Yuhan has a bad reputation. Wen Ziming once clearly expressed his attitude that he did not want him and Fu Yuhan to continue to be at the same table. Wen Yu didn't ask Fang Wanjing after that, but she asked Zhou Wenkang to find out how the situation was going.

In short, these two people did not bother him during this time.

He thought that things would always go on like this, but today, Fang Wanjing's appearance made him realize that it was a bit whimsical.

but--

What Fu Yuhan said made sense, when he wanted to coax people, he could really make them happy.

Although he didn't say a few words, it was obvious that Fang Wanjing liked the "sensible" of "actively helping adults with work".

Fu Yuhan originally thought that the two of them would stay and eat together, but Fang Wanjing said she would leave after finishing a table of dishes.

"The soup may have to simmer for a while longer." She took off her apron, brushed her hair from her sideburns, and said with a smile, "Since Xiaohan understands, I won't keep any more. I'll go back first."

"Auntie, won't you eat together?" Fu Yuhan asked.

"No," she shook her head, and glanced at Wen Yu, "Xiao Yu doesn't like to eat with others."

...?

Fu Yuhan wanted to pretend that he had never met the person who went to his house to order takeaway and said he was looking for someone to have dinner with.

She walked to the door with the cooking aunt and changed her shoes.Before leaving, Fang Wanjing hesitated, and said to Wen Yu, "I won't tell your dad what happened just now."

Fu Yuhan: "?"

Wen Yu nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mom."

"Then I'm leaving, eat well, and don't be late for your evening study." She smiled, closed the door and left.

The kitchen, where the sound of pots and pans were clashing just now, suddenly fell silent, and the room was strangely quiet after a period of chaos.

Fu Yuhan glanced at Wen Yu twice, and found that he was in a daze.

"Hey," he called out, "it's your dad who won't let you play games, right?"

"Huh? Huh." Wen Yu returned to his senses and raised his eyes to respond.

"Then..." Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip, his eyes flickered, "I'm asking an inappropriate question, you... Where's your mother? I didn't mean the one just now."

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and was silent for a while.

Fu Yuhan sniffed: "You don't have to answer what you don't want to say."

Wen Yu still didn't speak.

He didn't speak, he didn't move, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Fu Yuhan's legs went numb, so he shifted his weight to the other leg, and looked up at the time.

Sensing his movement, Wen Yu moved as if he had just come alive, and said in a deep voice, "Fu Yuhan."

"Ok?"

"Tonight...tonight's evening self-study," he said, "don't go to it?"