Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan naturally understood the cryptic meaning in this sentence.

His hand was still pinched in Wen Yu's, and the touching skin suddenly felt hot like a fire.He realized that his actions were indeed not appropriate.

The main reason is that although the two people have the same sexual orientation, Fu Yuhan has no idea about Wen Yu, and after two years of tit-for-tat confrontation, once they reconciled, Fu Yuhan subconsciously regarded him as a friend like Chu Lei and the others. attitude to deal with.

The sudden suddenness made him a little more embarrassed and cramped.

What's more noteworthy is that although he has crossed the line, Wen Yu's name for him has also changed accordingly.

"I wrote it down." Fu Yuhan twitched the corners of his lips, trying to pull his hand back, "But what the hell is 'Xiaohan'... Didn't you call 'Old Fu' before?"

"Didn't you complain when I called you 'Old Fu'?" Wen Yu glanced over and asked casually, "When is your birthday?"

"January 1...what?"

Wen Yu rolled his eyes and looked as usual: "No, then you are indeed younger than me, so it's okay to call you 'Xiao Han'."

It's not a question of faults.

Who ever called him "Xiaohan"?Either the elders, or Yang Fan who grew up together.

Moreover, the feeling when they called him "Xiaohan" was completely different from what Wen Yu called him. Wen Yu's words just now, together with that title, always made him feel a little...

ambiguous.

Fu Yuhan suspected that it was because his actions crossed the line.

"There's nothing wrong...it just sounds awkward." Fu Yuhan avoided his gaze and said softly, "Let's eat."

"It's okay, I just yelled like that."

"...Up to you." Fu Yuhan said.

After Wen Yu achieved his goal, he also picked up his chopsticks.

The two of them usually don't talk when eating, Fu Yuhan is reticent, Wen Yu was trained by his father to be like this, the habits developed over the years can't be changed without saying anything, Wen Yu thought of a topic on the way, but couldn't find a suitable one, Had to give up.

The boy's hair was short, and after a meal, Fu Yuhan's hair stopped dripping. Wen Yu finally didn't have to worry about whether he could wipe his hair, and finally remembered that he still had There is such a thing as a hair dryer.

He was a little embarrassed when he took it out: "I should have thought of it earlier."

"It's okay," Fu Yuhan said, "I've already realized your 'fingers don't touch yang spring water'."

"This word should be a derogatory description in this context." Wen Yu thought for a while and said.

Fu Yuhan connected the hair dryer to the power source: "I'm really not praising you."

As he spoke, he turned on the hair dryer and began to blow it. A few of the half-dry hairs were relatively long, and they were blown by the wind from the air outlet. ".

...stop.

This matter cannot be deeply thought about.

Fu Yuhan didn't know how many thoughts flashed under his calm expression, he only knew that Wen Yu stood aside and watched for a long time as if he had never seen modern automation equipment.

Fu Yuhan was embarrassed by him, so he turned off the hair dryer after blowing his hair to eighty percent dry on the highest setting.

"Are you going to continue playing in the afternoon?" Wen Yu asked, "Do you still want to review?"

"My schoolbag is at school." Fu Yuhan reminded the "culprit", "But I have to go to class in the afternoon."

"draw?"

"Ah."

"I'll take you there." Wen Yu said immediately.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, somewhat inexplicably: "Is that place not far away?"

"It's okay, I'll see you off." Wen Yu made an excuse, "I happened to drop by to do some shopping."

After he said this, Fu Yuhan agreed after thinking about it.Although I have something to do in the afternoon, I can still play for a while in the morning. Anyway, this is the weekend after the midterm exam. Fu Yuhan went along with the flow and gave himself a short vacation with peace of mind. Just passed the game.

The two chatted while playing, the whole morning passed quickly, and when it was approaching noon, Fu Yuhan planned to get up and say goodbye.

Wen Yu was a bit obsessed with the matter of "eating together", but Fu Yuhan didn't care about it, but he planned to eat casually, and didn't reserve enough time, so that after eating, they had to take a taxi to a place not far away. to the home of my art teacher.

"I'll come to see you in the afternoon?" Wen Yu asked before Fu Yuhan got out of the car.

"Ah? What do you want from me?" Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Do you have anything to do?"

That's not true, but on the one hand Wen Yu wanted to stay with him for a while, and on the other hand he saw that Fu Yuhan seemed to be more relaxed with him.

"I want you to accompany me to dinner." Wen Yu found a reason.

"...Are you actually three years old?" Fu Yuhan laughed, thought for a while and said, "I might go to the hospital after it's over."

"That's it."

His eyelids drooped, and he seemed a little disappointed. Fu Yuhan couldn't bear it for no reason, and hesitated, "How about...let's talk about it later? I'll go to the hospital and see you. If there's nothing wrong, I'll come back and find you."

"Row."

Fu Yuhan got out of the car.

When the person disappeared into the community, Wen Yu leaned back, relaxed, and asked the driver to drive back.

He was paralyzed for a while, and took out his phone.

The boss had already called him back, but it was a pity that Wen Yu was too busy talking to Fu Yuhan and had no time to talk to him, and only now was he in the mood to reply.

Boss: How many times last night?

Wen Yu:?

Wen Yu: Why are you so vulgar.

Boss: They are all men, let’s be straightforward.

Boss: For example, are you wearing a condom?

Wen Yu: Nothing happened, okay, it didn't reach that point at all.

Boss: Then you can’t do it, Xiao Qi, it’s a waste of me calling someone here for you.

Wen Yu: ... I really thank you, I almost couldn't be a human being.

If he had called out Fu Yuhan's name yesterday when he unconsciously shouted "Don't go", today they don't know if they can chat normally.

Fu Yuhan still has Yang Fan in his heart.

When Wen Yu gradually recovered from the mess and bewilderment at the beginning, he figured it out—food needs to be eaten bite by bite, and people need to be chased step by step. Fortunately, he has plenty of time.

He will definitely find a way to get Fu Yuhan into T University.

And...he had to savor the feeling of falling in love with someone for the first time in his life.

For a long time in the past, Wen Yu felt that the pledge of eternal love was actually just a lie fabricated by human beings. I heard that Wen Ziming had said many sweet words, but this did not affect the speed of his remarriage.

Fu Yuhan might have come to treat him.

Boss: If you're talking about your drunkenness, I've heard it and laughed it off.

Boss: It’s nice to be young, children are just cute, next time we will meet again and have new topics to talk about.

Wen Yu: ...

Wen Yu: Hehe, I think I can still afford to smash a bar.

Boss: ...you are so rude.

Wen Yu pressed the power button, put the lock screen of the phone back into his pocket, and looked out the window in a blink of an eye.

In fact, putting aside the embarrassing thing about drinking madness, it seems that he really deserves to be able to hug Fu Yuhan.

...though I don't remember.

The content of the art class this day was character sketching. The teacher invited them an old lady model to sit on a special high stool. A group of students preparing for the exam sat and sketched at an angled position with a drawing board.

Fu Yuhan picked the front.

The three common angles in the exam are the front, three-quarters and front side. Among them, three-quarters is the easiest to draw, and the other two angles have their own difficulties.Fu Yuhan's paintings are always a little stiff on the front, so he plans to practice hard.

A few people were painting, and the teacher came out from another room and told them to practice coloring next week, and asked them to prepare paints in advance and bring them here.

This is very embarrassing, Fu Yuhan has only touched and played with watercolors by himself, and has never learned gouache at all, so he doesn't know which colors to buy.Taking advantage of the break in the middle of sketching, he ran to ask the teacher.

To paint gouache, you need to prepare more than 40 colors from pure colors to high-grade grays. Even the most common paints cost two to three hundred for a set, not including other materials and tools; He obviously couldn't take it home.

He Yan didn't like his painting very much, and she wholeheartedly hoped that he would take a "serious" undergraduate course.

Almost subconsciously, he thought of Wen Yu.

Speaking of which, he has become more and more used to asking Wen Yu for help. In the past, he either had to find a way to solve it by himself, or he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask Yang Fan for help.Yang Fan's parents also take care of him. Sometimes Fu Yuhan feels that it is very troublesome for him, but there is no psychological burden at all to ask Wen Yu for help. This person lives by himself, and his temper is so big that he dares to slap his stepmother. It seems that no one can control him.

Fu Yuhan took out his mobile phone to send a message to Wen Yu, and he didn't even realize that he was overly proficient in this action.

Fu Yuhan: Brother Yu, start painting colors next week.If I buy a pile of paint cans, can I ask you to borrow a place to stack them?

Wen Yu returned after a while.

Wen Yu: Yes, yes...then you will have dinner with me?

Wen Yu: Go to the hospital after eating.

This man is really persistent.

Fu Yuhan shook his head, replied the message and agreed.So after class, he ran into a tall man with long and straight legs in front of the teacher's house.

There was only one boy in the class together, and the others were all girls. Seeing Wen Yu's concave shape at the door, Fu Yuhan's eyes were straightened, and Fu Yuhan vaguely heard two girls discussing in a low voice who this boyfriend might be.At that time, Fu Yuhan was planning to walk over to find him, and hearing this discussion made his scalp tingle.

The disadvantage of being a bender is that the knee is prone to arrows, and he can only pretend that he didn't hear anything.

"Go to my house to eat," Wen Yu said, "Auntie came early today and is already cooking. After eating, I will take you to the hospital?"

"Did you suffer from any kind of transportation syndrome?" Fu Yuhan followed him out, a little speechless, "It's not that I can't take a car by myself at such an adult."

"Didn't you tell me to be real and follow my own mind?" Wen Yu didn't look back, deliberately understating this sentence, "Then I just want to give it away, so you can't let me hold it back, right?"

Fu Yuhan reasonably suspected that this person was playing a scoundrel, but unfortunately he had no evidence.He nodded: "Okay, up to you."

Wen Yu was satisfied with this.

The two took a taxi back to Wen Yu's house, sat together and ate a home-cooked meal made by his aunt, and after the meal, Wen Yu took a taxi to see him off.

The hospital is not as close as the home of the art teacher.

It took half an hour for the car to arrive. Before getting out of the car, Fu Yuhan told Wen Yu to be careful on the way back, and then he closed the car door and walked into the inpatient department by himself.

Qin Xiaolu is still living in the temporary ward where she stayed yesterday, and the hospital has not vacated a new bed for her.In the temporary ward, there was only one stool for the family members to rest. When Fu Yuhan walked in, he saw that Uncle Qin and He Yan who were present looked tired.

The deer fell asleep, with a few needles inserted in the back of his hand, connected to the hanging bottle above.

Uncle Qin was fine, but He Yan's eyes were bloodshot and she was very haggard.Seeing Fu Yuhan, she glared over, her voice hoarse: "Your father is looking for you?"

Fu Yuhan didn't want to lie, so he nodded.

"If you want to live with him, then go," He Yan turned her eyes back to the bed, "I have no descendants."

"...Did I speak?" Fu Yuhan was speechless, "Either I leave now."

"Then you go!" He Yan suddenly called out.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and looked towards Xiao Lu - he wanted to see her at first - her face was pale, and her body was weak at first glance, but she couldn't tell whether it was serious or not.

Uncle Qin pushed He Yan with an elbow: "Can't you talk well? It's hard for the child to remember to run!" After he finished speaking, he raised his head, "Xiaohan, don't mind, you know your mother's bad mouth... In fact, she is still thinking about you, she was still knitting sweaters for you a while ago."

"I know, Uncle." However, words are an extremely lethal weapon. Fu Yuhan felt that he couldn't explain it and didn't want to talk about it. "How is Xiaolu? Do you want me to accompany you at night?"

"No, no, no, she's in a stable condition today." Uncle Qin bent his red eyes, smiled at him, and huddled together with wrinkles on his face, "I don't need to accompany you today, you take care of yourself in the third year of high school—we'll find you I hired a nurse to accompany me during the day, then went back to sleep after a while, and came to accompany me at night."

"I can actually..."

"Senior year," Uncle Qin stretched out his hand and patted him, "Take care of yourself—your mother and I both feel the same way."

"I'm stupid to pay for a nurse," He Yan sneered, "He doesn't want to study anyway, so he doesn't want to study. I also pay someone to make time for him, and I have to go back to work overtime... He knows he That hands-off shopkeeper father."

Uncle Qin was almost helpless: "He Yan..."

He Yan turned her face away.

He had no choice but to look at Fu Yuhan apologetically: "Xiaohan, your mother didn't mean that, she just..."

"I just hate my dad." Fu Yuhan continued with a cold expression, "I know. But I've been at my classmate's house these two days."

"Oh, good." Uncle Qin asked, "I heard from your mother that you haven't paid living expenses for a while... Do you have any money? I'll give you some..."

"No need, I have money." Fu Yuhan dodged his hand with the money, turned around and was about to leave, "If Xiaolu is in good condition, I'll go back first, so as not to worry mom."

"Oh!" Uncle Qin sighed.

After Fu Yuhan went out, he turned a corner, went to the nurse's station, asked the head nurse about Qin Xiaolu's situation, and went downstairs after confirming that she was fine for the time being.

Uncle Qin is a dull, good old man, and he can't compete with He Yan's sharp mouth, so Fu Yuhan is doomed to be nagged when he stays there, he might as well go home and sleep peacefully.

Whenever this happened, he was particularly envious of Wen Yu having his own place to live.

Just as he was thinking this way, he saw Wen Yu when he looked up.

The other party stood in front of the gate where he got off the car just now, and just stood there.

"Why didn't you go back?" Fu Yuhan was a little surprised.

"Thinking that you will probably quarrel with your mother when you come to the hospital." Wen Yu glanced at the time, "I didn't expect to come down in 10 minutes."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Let's go?"

"where to?"

"I don't know," Wen Yu said with a face full of indifference, "Anywhere is up to you—shouldn't you be free after the exam?"