Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

One of the leading actors in the drama didn't know about it.

Ms. He Yan didn't know what interest she had again today, she got up early in the morning to clean up, and sent a photo to Fu Yuhan after finishing the work.

Although it might be too late to go back now... Fu Yuhan still walked across the playground to the empty building.

The empty building is an unfinished experimental building. The wall at the back is connected to the school's construction site. There is no power grid installed. It is the only place in the whole school where there is a chance to climb over the wall.Just as Fu Yuhan jumped off the fence, he bumped into a few familiar long-term workers, "Skipping class again?"

"Go home and get something." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, looking like he didn't want to say more.

"Last time, any of your directors came to us to scold people," the long-term foremen said with disgust, "Can you choose to come out when we are not there next time? If this happens, the foreman will deduct our money."

"...I don't want to either."

But Ms. He is crazy and can't pick the time.

Fu Yuhan pursed his lower lip, bypassed the workers, and ran out of the construction site.

"mom!"

Five minutes later, Fu Yuhan broke into the house, "Mom?"

He Yan was not in the living room, Fu Yuhan broke into his room first, lifted the bed sheet and took a look, his face turned pale immediately.He pushed the master bedroom to look, but there was no one, and ran out again: "Mom!"

"What are you doing, what are you screaming for? Scared your sister so I can't stop talking to you!" He Yan came out after endless calls, and finally entered the corridor, and started shouting on the first floor, "Fu Yuhan, you little bastard! You are not here in broad daylight Why is school coming back again? Is it easy for me to read some books for you? You are just wasting tuition like this!"

"Mom," Fu Yuhan ran to the entrance of the corridor and stopped, panting with his lips pursed, his voice trembling slightly when he spoke, "Where did you get the box under my bed?"

He seemed to be angry, but also angry. The 1.8-meter tall man poked at the stairs, looking down from a high height, and it was a bit scary.

"It's sold, it's sold for 50 yuan." He Yan was stunned, "You ran back here specially for this matter? You are going to die. Your boxes of waste paper have not been touched for several years, and they are also useless. Hui, why don't you sell it for money, and clean up the bottom of the bed...why are you sticking around here?"

Fu Yuhan clenched his fists and suppressed his voice: "Didn't I say you don't need to clean it for me?"

"Oh, I spent a whole morning working hard on cleaning for you, and I'm going to lose my temper with me after selling you a few boxes of waste paper? What kind of attitude." He Yan sneered, "I haven't settled the score with you yet for you playing truant! "

Throat rolled, Fu Yuhan gritted his teeth, and asked as calmly as possible: "Where did you sell my box?"

"It's called the trash collector downstairs."

Fu Yuhan passed through He Yan and jumped down three stairs.He Yan said from behind: "Everyone has already left!"

Fu Yuhan turned a deaf ear and persistently left the apartment building. It was not until he ran all over the front and rear intersections that he finally realized that the three boxes were really impossible to chase back.

The howling wind whispered in my ears.

Disappointed?It seems not.

From the moment he saw that text message and knew that his mother had entered his room to clean up, his subconscious mind seemed to understand what he would lose.

Three boxes... old paintings, it is indeed not an unacceptable loss.

But still uncomfortable.

There was a sound of opening the door upstairs, his mother entered the house, and ran out again after a while, yelling in the corridor: "Fu Yuhan! Have you ever entered the house, you little bastard? Do you know that your sister is resting! You woke her up Already!"

I didn't open the door of my sister's room.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and stared at a small stone at the door of the unit building for half a minute, then finally kicked, did not enter the building, turned and left.

The uproar over the transfer students didn't last long.

The reason may be that this transfer student was too "regular". He was quiet during class, and sat in his seat to read after class, and didn't go anywhere.

Ge Ran, the squad leader, came to talk to him halfway, and it was nothing more than "you can call me if you have any difficulties". After that, she pointed to the empty seat next to Wen Yu and asked, "Is he not here all the time?"

Wen Yu put down his pen, glanced at the empty seat, then nodded: "Yeah."

His "deskmate" never came back. The most amazing thing is that neither the classmates in the front row nor the teacher on the podium said anything to this vacant seat.

Ge Ran gave a "tsk" sound: "It's started again...we're still waiting for him to publish the bulletin board."

Wen Yu showed a little doubt at the right time.

"It's okay," Ge Ran smiled, "I'll go to the bathroom and give him a call."

Even the monitor reacted like this, and Wen Yu suddenly realized that Fu Yuhan probably skipped classes often.

In this way, he can still get along well in the key classes of No. [-] Middle School. In a sense, this person is quite powerful.

But...how should I put it...

Not as expected.

In the past two years, they met a total of five times, because they kept running on each other overtly and secretly, but they didn't actually say a few words.

Almost all of Wen Yu's understanding of Fu Yuhan came from Yang Fan, except for the superficial impression he had seen.

In Yang Fan's mouth, his bamboo horse is a "little angel" who is "civilized, polite, thoughtful, and helpful".

Then Wen Yu met him and found out that it was BKing.

At that time, I felt a big gap.

But it's not as big as it is now-for example, he never thought that there would be students in the key class of No. [-] Middle School who would skip class for a whole day.Compared to BKing, this kind of action is almost like a poor student who came out of a vocational high school.

It's the kind of poor student who never studies hard, spends most of his time smoking, drinking, and hot girls.

In other words, social youth.

If so...

Wen Yu's eyes fell on Fu Yuhan's table.

If this is the case, it seems that he has lost a lot of fun in this transfer.

Ge Ran's phone calls didn't seem to have any effect, and Fu Yuhan's place was empty until the end of school.

The newly issued test papers were spread out on the table in a mess, almost covering up the textbooks that were originally placed there. When Wen Yu was packing his schoolbag, he looked at his desk three times, and finally couldn't hold back, and reached out to help him tidy it up.

With a three-pointed hand held down by a hand stretched from the front row, Sun Wenrui turned his face warily: "What are you doing?"

"Clean up." Wen Yu raised his eyes and stared at him, with a smile on his lips, "Can't you?"

"..." Sun Wenrui let go of his hands suspiciously, "I warn you, don't try to make any small moves while Brother Fu is away."

He wrote "Nothing to be courteous, either rape or steal" written all over his face, making Wen Yu laugh.

The boy's thick and slender eyelashes drooped down, trembling like a dragonfly touching water, and then his smile rippled like the waves on the lake: "It's just a few papers, what can I do?"

This is the reason.

Sun Wenrui seemed to want to say something more, but after a few murmurs, he didn't say it.

He thought for a while and said, "Anyway, don't touch his things."

"Oh, then he asked me to fight, so I can't bring him the test papers on the way?" Wen Yu stood up with his schoolbag in his hands, and pulled out the stack of test papers with a little force with his fingertips.

As a result, the stiff white paper has a few more wrinkles.

"If you don't agree, I will take it too," he squinted and smiled. "Mr. Zhou specifically told me in the morning that I must 'friend, love, classmate, learn'."

"..."

Wen Yu walked out of the classroom with a stack of papers.

Sun Wenrui was stunned for a long time before cursing in a low voice: "Fuck, BKing."

Originally, Wen Yu didn't intend to go to the appointment, so he walked towards the playground automatically.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the plastic runway, and the gray rough building became a black ball in the backlight.

He once observed this building during group exercises between classes in the morning. It was so shabby that it didn't even have a glass window, and it was full of empty holes at a glance.

He really didn't understand why Fu Yuhan wanted to fight in such a place where the wind was leaking from all sides.

Wen Yu had long legs and big steps, and when he walked, his clothes were windy, and he approached the empty building not long after.He was still thinking about the reason, when he saw someone sitting on a window sill on the first floor of the empty building.

The young man was hanging on one long leg and resting on the other long leg, leaning his back on the window frame, holding an A4-sized booklet in his hand to write and draw, and looking into the distance from time to time.

The window sill was a bit high, and Wen Yu had to look up at him once he got close.

"Where did I think you were?" He smiled subconsciously, with a familiar attitude, "You've been here all day?"

Fu Yuhan glanced at him with downcast eyes, his indifferent face remained expressionless, and he tilted his head towards the building: "The entrance is at the back, you go around."

After he finished speaking, the right hand holding the pen moved freely on the book again.

"Why should I go in, you can just jump off." Wen Yu said.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes again, and seemed a little speechless: "Do you know that the surveillance where you are standing can capture it?"

"Is there anything in there?"

"No," Fu Yuhan said, "I haven't had time to decorate this building or the area behind it."

such.

No wonder Fu Yuhan made an invitation here.

It's absurd that someone who has been absent from school all day will still consider whether the surveillance can capture the appointment.Wen Yu lowered his head and let out a muffled laugh, then swayed towards the back of the empty building with the stack of papers in his hand.

The stiff paper rattled and was messed up by the wind.

Wen Yu walked through the shadows, and unexpectedly encountered a golden afterglow behind the empty building.

He froze for a moment.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Wen Yu raised his leg up the steps again.

As expected, there was nothing in the empty building like the outside, the walls and floors were all the original color of gray cement, the pre-buried wires were exposed from the big holes in the walls, there were no lights, and there were no switches.

And the sunlight came in from the open window, dyeing half of the ground orange-yellow.Wen Yu walked in stepping on the light, and said with a smile, "The place you chose has a nice view."

"There are concrete buildings outside the school, so it's not bad." Fu Yuhan didn't turn his head.

"At least this sunset is not bad." Wen Yu looked down at his shoes bathed in the sun.

"The morning sun is also very good. The good one is the sun, not this place." Fu Yuhan said softly, "Wait for me."

Wen Yu was amused by him: "How can anyone make an appointment and still be busy?"

He walked over to see what Fu Yuhan was writing.

Unexpectedly, I saw the school playground, green belt, fence and concrete buildings outside the wall in the other party's notebook.

"You know how to draw?" Wen Yu was a little surprised.

"Are you blind?"

Wen Yu lowered his head and smiled.

"I wanted to say it before," Fu Yuhan wrote the last stroke, signed in the lower right corner, and turned around with a blank expression on his face, "Sometimes you obviously don't want to laugh, why do you still laugh? Fake ones will kill you."

Wen Yu restrained his smile and raised his eyebrows: "How do you know if I want to smile or not?"

He put one hand in his pocket, tilted his head to the left, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

This look is indeed different from the amiable look in the classroom.

Fu Yuhan jumped out of the window and put the album on the window sill.

"Because of intuition," he said.

The author has something to say: [Note] BKing: the meaning of forcing the king

I didn't write this chapter smoothly, I changed it many times, sorry.

I'm trying to make up for yesterday's update tonight.

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