Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

The clothes Wen Yu gave had a very good smell, so Fu Yuhan looked at the brand of laundry detergent in the corner of the bathroom after putting on the clothes, planning to buy them for himself later.

... Then he was dismissed by the sign.

LeLabo, as expected of Master Wen.

"Seriously, are you too extravagant, even laundry detergent..." After brushing his teeth, he looked for Wen Yu while wiping his hair, and paused as he spoke, "...what are you doing? ?”

Wen Yu was standing beside his bed, and the things to be washed in a cloth laundry basket at his feet were piled up to his knee height.

Hearing the movement behind him, Wen Yu turned his head, glanced at Fu Yuhan, and asked seriously: "Will you change the quilt cover?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

Then, a smile uncontrollably spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes and brows, and he tilted his head to chuckle.

The sheets and pillowcases on the bed were replaced with other designs, but the pitiful rolled up quilt was still covered with the previous one. It seemed that Wen Yu was really helpless with it.

It took him a while to look back: "I thought you really did everything well."

"Who said that?" Wen Yu was speechless.

"Yang Fan," Fu Yuhan said with a smile, "He really made you omnipotent before."

Now Wen Yu heard that Fu Yuhan was awkward when talking about Yang Fan, he couldn't express his feeling, he immediately raised his eyebrows and brought the topic over: "Are you going to laugh at me for not being able to take care of myself?"

"No, no, how dare you, when Brother Yu gets angry and doesn't borrow my notes to read, I'm going to be scared to death." Fu Yuhan casually hung the towel for wiping his hair around his neck, and walked over, "It's normal, I just started learning. I don’t know how to cover quilts when doing housework, yours is still a double quilt..."

"It's more difficult for two people to be quilted?" Wen Yu handed him a clean quilt cover, and his eyes stayed on one of the ends of his hair, where there was a drop of water hanging there, seemingly falling but not falling.

"If you put it on alone," Fu Yuhan found the hidden button of the quilt cover and opened it familiarly, and started to remove the previous one, saying while doing it, "it's more troublesome."

"Then do I want to help?"

"Wait a minute, wait for me to set you up and pull it for a while."

It's not difficult to put on a quilt cover, just straighten out the front and back and pull the four corners apart and shake it twice. If Wen Yu hadn't done this kind of thing, he wouldn't have been laughed at by Fu Yuhan.

In the past, when Wen Yu saw the other party's expression like this, he would probably scratch his heart and want to tease him in a different way, tease him, and see his reaction; but today, Wen Yu seems to be a The cat that has been plucked has obviously thought of many things to say back, but it has no idea to say them at all.

Instead, he wanted to ask Fu Yuhan if he needed to brush his hair.

Fu Yuhan's hair is very soft, he has touched it a few times, and it feels very good.

However, after he cut his hair, his hair was a lot shorter and he dried it very quickly. Wen Yu guessed that he would not agree to this overly intimate request.

So he can only think in his heart.

"Actually, I haven't drunk that much before." Wen Yu looked at him for a while, then said suddenly.

"Huh?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyes, as if a little surprised, and quickly lowered his eyes to work after taking a look, "Oh."

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu: "Don't you have anything else to say?"

"Don't drink so much in the future?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyes and thought for a while, "Boss Chen told me that you drank more than 6 bottles...the alcohol content is quite high, right?"

Most foreign wines are spirits. Although Fu Yuhan didn't know the bottle yesterday, he has basic common sense.

"43 degrees."

"You drink 43 bottles of pure wine at 6 degrees, do you really think it's your own wine barrel?" Fu Yuhan shook his head, "Then you drink less in the future."

"it is good."

Fu Yuhan said it casually, but he didn't expect Wen Yu to answer it so quickly. He raised his head and glanced at him, then reached out and found two wrapped quilt corners and handed them to him: "Take it."

Wen Yu walked over and grabbed each hand.

Fu Yuhan picked up the other two by himself, got off the edge of the bed, pulled them apart and shook——

Wen Yu imitated his movements and trembled.

Two big men with long hands and long feet could shake the quilt flat in two strokes. Fu Yuhan took back half of the quilt from his hands, fastened the concealed buttons, and folded the quilt in one go.

After finishing all this, Fu Yuhan looked up at him.

Then he went over and put the back of his hand on Wen Yu's forehead: "Do you have a fever..."

"..."

Wen Yu leaned back and tore off his hand: "No."

The skin in his hand was slightly hot, with the damp moisture from the bathroom just now, Wen Yu's fingertips slid up his hand to his wrist, and then he released it quietly but reluctantly.

Fu Yuhan was a little surprised at how sensitive he was.

Fortunately, Wen Yu's pretentiousness, which has almost formed a conditioned reflex over the years, came in handy at a critical moment. He looked back at the past with a calm expression: "What's wrong?"

"...No." Fu Yuhan shook his head, thinking that he was being careless, "You are really not quite right today."

"Be nicer to you and you still feel uncomfortable," Wen Yu looked over, "Are you shaking M?"

The tone of this sentence sounded much more normal, Fu Yuhan thought about it, and decided to comfort Wen Yu with the remaining conscience: "You don't need to be like this, I won't say what happened yesterday."

"..."

If Fu Yuhan didn't say anything, Wen Yu almost forgot, he picked up the laundry basket, and walked to the bathroom with the quilt cover that he had just changed, and continued along with this sentence: "Then I thank you first."

"fine."

Fu Yuhan followed him to the living room and watched him carry the clothes into the bathroom.

The only washing machine in the home is inside.

Almost at the same time, the gate rang, and Fu Yuhan stopped by to take a look, and found that it was a takeaway.He opened the door and went to the elevator to greet him. When he took it back, he found Wen Yu thinking about the washing machine.

He should have poured the clothes into it, Fu Yuhan guessed: "You haven't used the washing machine, have you?"

"...Auntie usually washes it." Wen Yu himself was a little speechless, and asked, "Is there any difference between 'soaking' and 'big things' in terms of usage targets? Why are there two modes?"

"I don't know." Fu Yuhan shook his head, put the takeaway on the table and began to unpack it, "When there are sheets and quilt covers, I usually find a washing mode for 40 minutes."

"Oh." Wen Yu lowered his head and pressed a few times, finally making the washing machine start.

"I'm really..." When he came out of the bathroom, Wen Yu thought about it and smiled, "I feel stupid myself."

"It's enough to do the housework a few times." Fu Yuhan set the table with his back facing him.

"I don't like to do it. I think since my aunt is paid, she should do these things."

It was probably a whim today, because he really didn't know how to face Fu Yuhan calmly without doing these things.

He hasn't adjusted yet.

"What you said makes sense, but people can't just study. If you have the opportunity, you can still learn how to work... although you don't necessarily need to do it." Fu Yuhan paused, "Hey, Wen Yu."

"Huh?" Wen Yu went to the table and sat down.

"I want to apologize to you."

"……what?"

"Before I said... let you be an individual," Fu Yuhan thought about what happened last night, lowered his eyes and muttered, "I misunderstood you."

Wen Yu looked bewildered.

"I thought you had no heart, but I didn't expect that you didn't put your heart on Yang Fan. Although I don't know why you drank too much last night, who was thinking of you at that time...but I think you look like..." He found a Appropriate rhetoric, "Probably there is still someone who seriously likes."

"..."

Wen Yu froze for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Then you... are you really curious about who it is?"

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

Wen Yu looked back and pinched his palm where he couldn't see it.

"Not curious," Fu Yuhan shook his head, "Why should I be curious about your privacy...eating."

Wen Yu: "..."

eat a fart.

What a bland meal.

Fu Yuhan, who didn't understand Wen Yu's mood at all, ate quite happily. He took out his mobile phone while eating.

"...Wait." Wen Yu blurted out.

"Huh?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyes, and his movements stopped there.

"Yang Fan posted a Moments last night, did you see it?"

"No?" Fu Yuhan wanted to search while talking, "What did he post?"

Wen Yu stood up a little, crossed the dining table and pressed his cell phone.

"If you haven't watched it, don't watch it." Wen Yu said.

"...Ah." Fu Yuhan understood.

His eyelids drooped, and the relaxation and joy just now seemed to be withdrawn in an instant, and his eyes were a little lonely.

There was a moment of silence in the living room, and Wen Yu suddenly wondered if he had said something wrong.

"It's normal." After a while, Fu Yuhan twitched the corner of his mouth, and tried to lift it up, "It's okay, I will let it go."

Wen Yu bit his lower lip: "... Let's not talk about him in the future, before you let go."

"Okay," Fu Yuhan said, "Thank you."

"Give me the phone, and I'll help you block his circle of friends." Wen Yu stretched out his hand.

"...No, forget it, I'll save my Moments from now on... Anyway, I don't think much of it."

Wen Yu bit the soft meat in his mouth, curled his lips: "That's okay... let's talk about something else, for example... about 'being a person', do you have any good suggestions?"

"...I apologize." Fu Yuhan said helplessly.

"I'm not looking for faults." Wen Yu looked at him, "I will learn to do housework in the future, and I will drink less alcohol. Is there anything else?"

Fu Yuhan opened his eyes slightly: "?"

"To tell you the truth, I've been trying..." Wen Yu paused, and said with difficulty, "Get rid of the...framework my dad...set for me. I think your suggestion is very good, so there are other suggestions. Is it?"

Fu Yuhan was even more surprised.

He didn't know what happened last night, and Wen Yu decided to analyze himself to someone else overnight, which he might not have said yesterday.Almost subconsciously, Fu Yuhan wanted to ask him "what's the matter with you", but he had asked this question many times this morning, and he didn't get any effective answer.

Fu Yuhan thought about it carefully, maybe Wen Yu himself may not know what's wrong with him, it seems neither helpful nor necessary for him to ask.

"Although I really want to help you," Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "but you shouldn't ask me that, just ask yourself, shouldn't you?"

Ask yourself, be real.

Don't like to follow the rules, just indulge once in a while.

Obviously you will stay in bed and be late, so don't force yourself to step on the spot.

Turn your face when you are angry, don't fake a smile.

"...Obviously you don't follow the rules very much in your bones." Fu Yuhan leaned out, stretched out his hand and pulled off his pierced earlobe, "What are you pretending to be a top student?"

Wen Yu glanced at him and tore off his hand: "Okay, I promise you, I will try to change it."

"...You don't have to promise me so solemnly," Fu Yuhan suddenly felt awkward, "It's for yourself."

"I might be more efficient if someone urges me to—but just speak well in the future and don't touch my ears."

"Ok?"

"Can't your ears feel it?" Wen Yu looked at him with serious eyes, "Xiaohan, I'm curvy."