Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan froze for a moment.

He is a professional skipping class, skipping class is more casual for him than eating, but Wen Yu is not.

"I can't see it," Fu Yuhan sized him up, "There will be times when you want to stay late for self-study?"

Wen Yu stared at him with heavy eyes: "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Who wants to live in chains—

I don't know where the courage, or energy, came from, so I just took the lead.

Wen Yu thought, even just tonight.

He wants to indulge once.

"Can't you?" His voice was very soft.

Fu Yuhan thought for a while: "But my schoolbag is still in school, and I only came out with the classroom key."

"I can call Ge Ran and ask her to go to the office to get a spare key to open the door." Wen Yu said.

"..." Fu Yuhan felt a little funny, "I mean, I can't review without homework, textbooks, and notes."

After hearing this, Wen Yu rolled his eyes half a circle, reached out and tapped his temple, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Am I fake?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He really didn't have the habit of asking his peers for help. Except for finding Yang Fan when he was homeless when he was a child, his first reaction when encountering anything later was to find a solution by himself.

Even after careful calculation, Wen Yu helped him a lot.

But he still won't list the other party as "the first object of help."

Because how do I put it... it feels a little too self-serious to do so.

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment, his expression relaxed, he waved his hands and said, "Don't be ridiculous, using you as a review material won't delay your own progress, I'll go back..."

The word "learning" in "school" has not yet pronounced the first sound.

Wen Yu stepped up abruptly, walked to the door, and secured the door.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

In fact, the safety door can also be opened from the inside, but...

"You are so naive." Fu Yuhan was speechless.

"We've known each other for so long," Wen Yu leaned against the door and looked at him lazily, "This is the first time you know I'm naive?"

That's not true, Fu Yuhan said many times that Wen Yu was childish.

Oh, by the way, at that time Wen Yu would answer him "I have nothing else to play with".

Thinking of this, Fu Yuhan's heart suddenly softened, his eyelids drooped, and he let out a sigh of resignation: "Okay, then don't block the door, get ready to eat."

Unknowingly, the fragrance of soft-shelled turtle soup has drifted into the living room.

Only then did Wen Yu smile wickedly and let go of the doorknob.

Fu Yuhan went to the kitchen to turn off the fire to fill up the soup, and brought the last dishes to the table.The eldest young master stood with his hands in his hands, and Fu Yuhan, who couldn't be seen, raised his leg and pushed his knee: "Can't you help serve the meal together?"

"...Oh." Wen Yu really didn't expect it, he went to get a bowl from the cupboard, and added, "I haven't done this at home."

"As expected of the young master." Fu Yuhan shook his head, walked past him with chopsticks, and sat down at the table.

"Do you do this often?"

"Ah, my dad used to say that people who eat for free have to work, so I asked me to help serve the rice and take the bowls and chopsticks." Fu Yuhan picked up the bowl to eat, "Later, I found out that helping with the work before meals can avoid talking to my parents..." Life is small wisdom'."

"It's so pitiful." Wen Yu said.

"To each other." Fu Yuhan replied.

There was a moment of silence in the room, then Wen Yu tilted his head and laughed little by little.

Fu Yuhan's eyelids drooped, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just like the person who shouted to go to the library to study, he would only check his mobile phone all afternoon. After eating, the two of them cleaned up the table under Fu Yuhan's leadership, and sat back on the sofa.

Under the hands of veteran players, reconnecting the game console is only a matter of ten minutes——

Wen Yu turned off the light with a "snap": "Aren't you afraid of the dark?"

"I just remembered to ask now?" Fu Yuhan stuffed "Heavy Rain" into it without lifting his eyelids, "Shall I show you a live horror game with black lights and blind lights? Here is the high-definition version of "Silent Hill."

"Farewell, I want to finish the one just now. I haven't seen the plot behind it." Wen Yu walked to the window, "I'll draw the curtains if you're not afraid of the dark."

"Why draw the curtains at night..."

"There is still light." Wen Yu walked back and sat down, "Street lights are too dazzling."

"..." Fu Yuhan didn't understand him.

It was completely dark in the room.

Although the effect of blackout curtains is very good, there is always a psychological difference between pulling the curtains during the day and pulling them at night.

Maybe it was because at night, even the gaps where the curtains were blown open by the wind did not see the light of day, Wen Yu was immersed in his whole body, playing the game quietly.

Fu Yuhan grabbed a pillow and came over, took off his slippers, and nestled into the sofa.

The place where he lives now doesn't have such a comfortable sofa, and it feels like he was a child when he was nestled in the dark.

Even the monitor in front of him displayed the games he had played many years ago.

"Actually..." At this time, Wen Yu suddenly said something, "It's a bit ridiculous to say, I haven't even seen a few movies."

He bought a projector and looked for a lot of movies, but he didn't have the heart to watch them for some reason.

After that point, the desired happiness doesn't seem to be quite as pleasant anymore.

"After the college entrance examination is over, it's good for everyone to make an appointment to go to the cinema together," Fu Yuhan said casually, "There are always movies to watch during the summer vacation."

"Together with them?" Wen Yu paused his hand, almost turned the joystick in the wrong direction, and turned his head to look at him, "Aren't you afraid that Yang Fan hugged his goddess and kissed me in front of you to stimulate you?"

"..."

Fu Yuhan slammed the pillow on his shoulder with his backhand.

Wen Yu flickered, and the poor pillow rolled off the edge of the sofa, melting into the darkness and disappearing.Wen Yu looked over again, and saw Fu Yuhan staring at the monitor with his eyes expressionless, picking his fingers, as if he was in a daze.

"...I like it so much." Wen Yu muttered and turned his head back.

He doubted that if he continued to watch, Fu Yuhan would cry directly.

Man, tears are something that people cannot see. Wen Yu restrained his desire to play pranks and chose not to watch them.

The game is still going on, and he is still a little distracted.

But there was no movement behind him.

After more than ten, twenty, maybe half an hour, Wen Yu finished this level and entered the next chapter, when he suddenly heard Fu Yuhan speak.

The voice was different from what I usually heard.

It's not Shen, the tone is similar to usual, but the tone is very empty, as if the speaker's mind is still drifting back from an unknown place.

"Wen Yu, I..." he said softly, "I have nowhere to hide."

Wen Yu's hands froze, his back stiffened subconsciously.

He didn't look back, and after recovering, he loaded into the new level calmly, and said while looking down at the buttons on the handle: "According to what Yang Fan said before... the two of you have met more times since you entered high school than before. Is it much less?"

"I'm afraid to disturb his study... After all, I'm already like this."

"Tell me?"

"What are you talking about? The reason for regressing is very simple. I don't want to learn," Fu Yuhan paused, "Besides, the homework is a bit difficult. At that time, I... had no interest in spending time on studying."

"No." Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, then pressed pause, "I mean, why did you take the third middle school exam?"

He looked back and saw Fu Yuhan with his head half down, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a shadow on his face.

Seemingly emotionally stable, Wen Yu was inexplicably relieved.

"I didn't want to take the exam, I filled in No. [-] middle school."

"That……"

"My mother stole my account password and changed my high school entrance exam choice one day before the deadline." Fu Yuhan looked up at him, "Do you still want to learn?"

Wen Yu was taken aback.

"I don't know." He thought for a while and said, "My dad doesn't make demands on this, as long as I can get a good-sounding score in a good-sounding school."

"So why did you come to No. [-] Middle School?" Fu Yuhan asked doubtfully.

"Because...it's far away from home," Wen Yu said with a smile, he looked at the paused screen, thinking about the past, "He said he would give me a house, and I chose this place... as long as you leave As long as they are far enough away. Hey," he shouted, "I have nowhere to go in the future, so just come to me."

Fu Yuhan looked at him.

"It's okay," Fu Yuhan said, "I'm... grown up now."

Maybe this is a good time for him to get rid of Yang Fan——

"Well, it's up to you." Wen Yu was noncommittal, and clicked on the game to continue.

His sympathy is limited, and he has gone too far in inviting him, and he has repeatedly emphasized that it is impossible.

If he hadn't said a word to himself before the meal, "Just indulge this night", he wouldn't have said a word of these words.

"But you are really interesting," Fu Yuhan grabbed a new pillow, slid down a bit, and suddenly said, "Obviously he is a rebellious person, so he insists on wearing an 'inappropriate clothes' for himself."

Wen Yu paused.

"You seem to have asked me several times, 'are you tired'," he chuckled, "to tell you the truth tonight, I'm almost exhausted."

"Ah."

"However, it's also true to say 'get used to it.'"

"En." Fu Yuhan responded lightly, "I can guess."

"You can guess so well, why do you guess about me." Wen Yu said, "Isn't it good to guess the answer of the exam?"

Fu Yuhan is half lying down at the moment, his hands are not long enough, but his legs are enough.He said, "Again, I kicked someone?"

"Kick, just kick." Wen Yu snorted lightly, "See if I can handle it."

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you about this—have you practiced it?"

"Well, boxing, Sanda... have practiced for a while." Wen Yu didn't turn his head, "It's not professional, it's enough to deal with you."

"... Fuck, other people practice this kind of thing either for fitness or self-defense, you are so ingenious." Fu Yuhan cursed, shifted his posture, closed his eyes, "Shut up, I want to sleep for a while."

"Didn't rest well?"

"I recited the formula until 3 o'clock last night—"

"Then go and sleep indoors, it's cold here."

"No, I'll just squint for a while."

Fu Yuhan tilted his head, leaned against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.

Wen Yu couldn't resist him, shook his head, and continued playing the game.

Sitting and sleeping was extremely uncomfortable, and he would wake up with a start when his head tilted. Fu Yuhan woke up twice, and was so sleepy that he threw his head to the other side of the sofa, and curled up his two long legs in order not to kick Wen Yu in discomfort.

After typing another chapter, Wen Yu glanced around.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the weather turned cold. At some point, Fu Yuhan took off his coat and covered him with a quilt, curled up on the half sofa and slept soundly.

—It looks cold too.

The seeds of evil were watered by the night, and they grew stronger in the bottom of my heart.

Wen Yu suddenly wanted to...touch him.

He has always felt that he is not a person with strong willpower. If he hadn't had to abide by the rules and regulations set by Wen Ziming, he would definitely be a demon king now.

He decided to follow his own fleeting thoughts.

Wen Yu pressed pause, put down the handle, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards Fu Yuhan.

"I let you go into the room to sleep..." He murmured, passed under the other person's body with one hand, and then slowly hugged him up.

The school uniform jacket slipped off, and the body temperature was transmitted through the thin summer school uniform. Fu Yuhan had long hands, long legs, and a thin figure, but he didn't feel as crunchy when he hugged him.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, supported his arm with one hand, and half hugged his waist with the other.

That part, the waist he had seen in the afternoon.

"The waist is soft." Wen Yu thought calmly, and slowly led him into the bedroom.

——The heart is also quite soft.