Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Because of Wen Yu's interruption, Fu Yuhan didn't see who the caller was before he answered the phone.

So when he heard Fu Xuecheng's extremely annoyed sentence "Xiao Han, do you want to consider living with me", he was really surprised.

In fact, did Fu Xuecheng treat him well?Good.

Not to mention when the family of three was still living together, even after he and He Yan separated, he would ask his secretary to stop by from time to time to bring him something.

Sometimes it's clothes, sometimes it's limited-edition shoes, from basketball shoes to running shoes.

The limited-edition items were speculated by domestic scalpers, and all of them were sky-high prices, but Fu Xuecheng was rich and didn't care about it, so Fu Yuhan accepted it—after all, He Yan wouldn't buy such things for him, but boys like them.

It was after high school that he started refusing to accept gifts, maybe it was because he lost interest in external things because he was getting older, or maybe it was because He Yan often saw his shoes in the shoe cabinet, and the old three-" I can't afford these shoes, do you think I'm poor, let's go with your dad" - come and talk about him, Fu Yuhan sounds annoying.

Or, because when he really encountered that He Yan couldn't leave after working overtime, and the head teacher at that time insisted that everyone's parents come to the parent-teacher meeting, Fu Yuhan waited outside Fu Xuecheng's company all night, but no one was found.

At the agreed time, Fu Xuecheng did not show up.

The next day I called him and said, "I'm sorry son, there was a problem with an order temporarily, and I flew out of town, so I forgot to tell you", and then asked the secretary to send a gift.

Sometimes Fu Yuhan would wonder if, as a boy, he was a little overly sensitive and hypocritical, and even blamed himself for it.It was later discovered that his father was always like this——

The rich father gave him material gifts at his fingertips, and then pretended that he needed to make money and work, and was unwilling to give him more time.

His mother would pay attention to his daily life, but the pressure of life can easily drive people crazy, she is illogical, she is hysterical, she educates Fu Yuhan in her own way, and she doesn't want to listen to him talk about her own thoughts.

Would things have changed for the better by choosing the other one in the first place?

not necessarily.

Fortunately, he still has friends and himself.

Yang Fan told him before, "Where you were born and what kind of parents you had, it's not your choice, it's not your fault." Fu Yuhan said yes, and then slowly walked out based on these words.

He learned not to blame himself for his sadness, and learned not to care - so that he gradually grew into a very famous "facial paralysis" among his classmates.

There is no harm in relying on any of them any longer.

This is called growing up.

Therefore, when he heard Fu Xuecheng's words, Fu Yuhan's first reaction was to be on guard - he would not send invitations for no reason, so what happened?

The doubts in my heart have not been answered, and my hands have been held.

Wen Yu didn't know what medicine he took wrongly today, but he came over to comfort him, just like Yang Fan.

——No, no, Yang Fan would not use this method to comfort him.

For straight men, even a "mutually disgusting" mouth-to-mouth kiss is acceptable, but holding hands and hugging are absolutely not, that's too nasty.

But Fu Yuhan is not straight, so this movement is just right for him now.

Although this is Wen Yu.

Although... they were pinching the world upside down not long ago.

But at this moment, this gesture of "I am" empowers him very well.

Fu Yuhan's eyelids drooped, and he held Wen Yu's hand instead. He wanted to smile at him, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.Then, Fu Yuhan took a deep breath and said to his father, "Did something happen this morning?"

His voice was still hoarse as if he had just woken up, and Fu Xuecheng on the other end of the phone was taken aback for a moment: "Are you sleeping?"

"Wake up." Fu Yuhan paused, and added, "Just woke up."

"Are you at home? Dad is coming to pick you up now, okay?" Fu Xuecheng said, "I'll drive there and stop for about half an hour. You pack up your frequently used things and go home with Dad today. You will come with me later. I have lived, and there are many rooms at home..."

"Dad," Fu Yuhan interrupted him with a cold expression, "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the title "Dad" came out of his mouth, he keenly felt that Wen Yu's hand was holding him tighter.

Fu Yuhan looked down, Wen Yu wasn't looking at him, but was staring at his hands, wondering what he was thinking.

He pulled the person up and moved himself to the middle of the bed.When Wen Yu looked over, Fu Yuhan answered him with his mouth and eyes: "Sit."

Wen Yu thought for a while, then stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Xuecheng was silent for a few seconds, as if hesitating whether to tell the story.Fu Yuhan was not in a hurry, he just waited.

About half a minute later, Fu Xuecheng said: "I wanted to talk to your mother about the cost of living and the matter that you want to learn painting. But during this time... your Aunt Zhou also mentioned it to you last time. , The company’s situation is not good during this time, I’m a bit busy, I just flew back last night, and I plan to talk to your mother today.”

Fu Yuhan's eyelids twitched.

"She is really... She really deserves to be..." Fu Xuecheng seemed to be unable to find a suitable adjective, "I really don't understand how she became like this, and she started yelling after three sentences? That's coffee. Hall! Need a quiet place! My God, and she actually told me that she took all the money I gave her to treat her daughter, what are you kidding?! I gave you to her to take care of her like this your?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Come with me, son," Fu Xuecheng said angrily, "I don't think any normal person can stay with such a woman under the same roof for more than a whole day!"

Fu Yuhan lowered his head, squeezed Wen Yu's hand, and said in a calm tone, "I've been with her for seven or eight years, Dad."

Fu Xuecheng: "..."

Fu Yuhan actually wanted to say, "Don't bring it up to me if you two have conflicts", but the words spun around his lips twice, feeling that it was a bit too much, and he didn't have the nerve to say it.

He thought for a while, and said softly: "We usually have dinner together at home. During the day, I go to school. She... gives me two hundred expenses every week. She must have deliberately angered you by saying that the money was spent on Xiaolu's medical treatment. of."

"..." Fu Xuecheng paused and snorted coldly, "I didn't yell at her, this woman is really unreasonable."

"She's in a bad mood, she scolded me today and yesterday." Fu Yuhan said calmly, "Xiao Lu's situation may not be very good, maybe she doesn't want to listen to what you say."

"You don't need to make excuses for her! Xiaohan, what I told her was your studies, isn't it important? It's not as important as her daughter's body? Let me put it bluntly, how many years has her daughter been sick? You How many seniors are there? That's her daughter, are you her son?" Fu Xue let out a sigh of relief, "Anyway, I'm going into the garage right now, I'll pick you up later, you pack your things."

"..."

Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip: "...but I'm not at home."

"Not at home?" Fu Xuecheng was taken aback, "Where did you sleep when you weren't at home?"

"At a classmate's house, today..."

Speaking of this, Fu Yuhan raised his eyes subconsciously, and found that Wen Yu was also looking at him, and mouthed to him "don't go back" with a smile.

"...I won't go back today." Fu Yuhan said.

The first lie was uttered, and the rest of the lie was made up logically. Fu Yuhan said half-truthfully, "I've been studying hard recently, here... with my classmate who is the first in grade, and... there are a few others." Individuals, review together."

Hearing that he was reviewing, Fu Xuecheng didn't pester him anymore.His tone softened: "Will you bother others?"

"I don't think so," Fu Yuhan glanced at Wen Yu, "He asked me... we came."

"Okay." Fu Xuecheng said, "Then when you go back, remember to pack up your things and come to me. If I'm not here, your Aunt Zhou should be at home recently, and I will tell her."

Fu Yuhan didn't answer.

"Anyway, I don't think your mother cares about you. What's the good of living with her? I heard something happened to Xiang Yan before... What kind of models are there, just the ones you used to buy—"

"Manual."

"Oh, yes, figurines." Fu Xuecheng asked, "You said your mother could buy you these things to play with? Think about it, Xiaohan."

"...Then let me think about it." Fu Yuhan said, "I'll review first."

"well."

Fu Yuhan hung up the phone.

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a second, then threw the silent mobile phone in the middle of the bed, and instantly sank into the soft bedding and lost sight.

Wen Yu was still holding him by the hand, and his eyes were always on him.

Fu Yuhan belatedly felt uncomfortable, he pulled his hand back, his eyes dodged: "...it's time to let go."

"Ah?... Oh!" Wen Yu regained consciousness in an instant, and threw his hand out.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"What did your father tell you?" Wen Yu asked.

"Let me go with him." Fu Yuhan yawned and pushed Wen Yu, "Get up, I'll take a shower."

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Wen Yu followed him and stood up.

"I woke up." Fu Yuhan said as he walked to the bathroom, "Do you have a T-shirt or something that you don't wear for a day? You sweated a lot last night, I want to change."

"Yes." The closet is next to the door, Wen Yu didn't look carefully, opened the closet door, grabbed a set of clothes and trousers and stuffed them for him, "Do you want underwear?"

"..." Fu Yuhan paused, then looked back at him, "Huh?"

"...I have a new one." Wen Yu explained to him.

"Oh," Fu Yuhan relaxed, "New ones are fine, thank you."

Wen Yu found another pair of underwear still in a box from the drawer below and gave it to him. After getting up, he said in a mysterious way: "Let's put the changed clothes here and wash them together. I'll bring them to you after they dry. you."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him and frowned.

"...Anyway, my bed sheet and quilt cover have been lying in our coats, and I definitely need to wash them." Wen Yu said.

"Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today..." Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Is there such a side effect if you drink too much alcohol?"

Wen Yu was speechless.

He himself knew that something was wrong with him, like a clown who didn't practice enough, once on stage, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Maybe it would be better for Fu Yuhan to go back and adjust his state by himself, but when the other party called just now, he still followed his instinct and said "don't go back".

Fu Yuhan is probably poisonous.

"Is your father quite rich? Then it's good for you to live with him." Wen Yu changed the subject abruptly, "You see, although my father and I have a bad relationship, he still gave me money."

Fu Yuhan frowned even tighter.

Wen Yu was taken aback: "Did I say something wrong?"

Fu Yuhan: "You didn't hate me?"

Wen Yu: "..."

"...Fuck." He almost burst out laughing, cursed in a very inconspicuous manner, and couldn't stop laughing at the beginning.

Fu Yuhan also relaxed.

He hugged the pile of clothes and thought for a while, then said, "I might have agreed a month ago."

"What about now?" Wen Yu was still laughing.

"Before Zhou Xiangyan told me that his mother was pregnant, I think it's a bit redundant for me to move there now." He lowered his eyes, "And I actually... like Xiaolu."

His demeanor, as well as the side face under this demeanor, were so unbelievably gentle, Wen Yu was startled, and suddenly couldn't continue laughing.

He felt as if he were a little thirsty.

"Xiaolu is my half-sister." Fu Yuhan thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it again. In fact... it's only eight months before we move."

There are still eight months before the college entrance examination, and he can leave here.

"Well, yes." Wen Yu finally recovered his voice, "Go take a shower, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Can you use the kitchen?"

"No, but I can order takeout."

"...Then you can order whatever you want, buy something with soup," Fu Yuhan suddenly leaned towards him, sniffing lightly with the tip of his nose, "You seem to still smell of alcohol, drink some soup to metabolize quickly."

"……Oh."

"Don't drink so much in the future."

Fu Yuhan went into the bathroom while talking, and Wen Yu followed behind him: "I don't usually drink so much...I got it."

The last ending was closed by the bathroom door, Wen Yu stood for a while, just about to leave, when he suddenly saw the door opened a crack, and Fu Yuhan threw a pile of clothes out from inside.

"If you want to change the sheets, you can wash them together."

"..."

Wen Yu was stunned for two seconds, then picked up his clothes and pants: "...What about your underwear?"

"...Fuck," Fu Yuhan cursed through the door, "Can't you just let me wash this myself?"

That's fine, that's great, Wen Yu felt that his brain must be trapped by the door to ask this question.

He can probably understand that Fu Yuhan is afraid that he is in a hurry to change the bed sheets, and that he will throw the clothes out for him to wash because he is worried that he will wait too long. yes……

Those who didn't know thought they were really living together.

So exciting.

Holding the clothes that still held the other person's body temperature, Wen Yu felt for the first time that this house might be the most sensible birthday present he ever asked his father for in his life.