Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Wen Yu was stunned for two seconds: "What does 'make up a formal one' mean?"

"Literally." Fu Yuhan said, "This is too shabby, I'll give you a serious lucky star in two days."

"Okay." Wen Yu gathered his palms together and stared at him, "Then I'll wait."

He spoke very slowly, every word seemed to come from his heart, but it's a pity that Fu Yuhan didn't receive his signal.Before Fu Yuhan left, he only said to him, "Don't delay your review".

Wen Yu grudgingly agreed.

In fact, he had a vague expectation in his heart, that is, if he did not do well in this competition, Wen Ziming would be furious when he found out.

He's always looking forward to getting out of control...although every time he gets to the last moment, he will become timid, mechanically clean up the mess, and then everything will pass as usual.

real food.

He means himself.

Generally, people who go to play basketball in physical education class don't enjoy themselves to the fullest, and they don't come back until the next class starts. When the bell rang, the three seats around Fu Yuhan were still empty.

He had just figured out a big question, so he raised his head and glanced at Sun Wenrui's seat in the noisy environment, and considered whether he should call him and ask when he would be back.

Before he could figure it out, a figure suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye, poking around the back door.

A group of boys in the back row went down to play, it was empty, the figure was very obvious, Fu Yuhan didn't want to pay attention.He turned his head and glanced, a little surprised.

It's Zhou Xiangyan.

Looking at each other, Zhou Xiangyan showed a surprised expression and waved to him earnestly.

Fu Yuhan hesitated for a moment, seeing that he really wanted to say something, he stood up.

"What's the matter?" He walked to the back door.

"Brother," Zhou Xiangyan yelled in a low voice, looked around to make sure there was no one within one meter, and asked in a low voice, "I heard Uncle Fu said that you were coming to live at home, why haven't I seen you for so many days? "

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fu Yuhan took a second to reflect on whether he was too used to living in Wen Yu's house recently, because he hadn't been home a few times in total, and he often saw no one when he went back. He almost forgot his father's suggestion.

"Aren't you..." Zhou Xiangyan looked at him cautiously, "You don't really want to come?"

"What's the matter?" Fu Yuhan glanced at him, "Do you want me to go or not?"

"Of course I want you to come." Zhou Xiangyan twitched the corners of his mouth, "...I'm afraid you won't like it."

His expression showed that he wanted to say something, Fu Yuhan raised his chin, and motioned him to go to the empty space at the end of the corridor to talk.The two walked over, and Fu Yuhan said indifferently: "No one comes here, just talk if you have something to say."

This corridor faces the outside, and at the end is a half-person-high glass fence with a black stone platform below.Zhou Xiangyan lowered his head, impatiently kicked the stone platform twice, and said softly, "I... just want you to come."

Fu Yuhan may have nothing to do with Wen Yu, and he is not soft on this kind of brat.He lowered his eyes, with a cold attitude: "If you don't say it, I won't go."

Zhou Xiangyan: "..."

"It's not like I don't have a place to live."

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he looked out indifferently. The glass railing did not block his sight. He saw a group of noisy people downstairs walking towards the teaching building.

His hair had been washed through the water somehow because of the sweat, and a few locks hung on his forehead. He took off his long-sleeved school uniform and held it in his hand, holding a white thing in one hand.It's hard to see clearly from a distance, but Fu Yuhan guessed that it was the "lucky star" he gave him.

He felt that there was something wrong with him, that he could see something... called "sexy" from Wen Yu.

Fu Yuhan could even picture the three buttons on his shirt collar unbuttoned, and then he walked over with his wet hair dangling.

Coincidentally, that "sexy" wet-haired man suddenly raised his head in a heartfelt way, and seeing Fu Yuhan standing in the corridor, he even smiled at him from afar.

Fu Yuhan waved at him sullenly.

Zhou Xiangyan naturally noticed it. He looked down and found that it had nothing to do with him, and looked at Fu Yuhan aggrievedly: "Brother."

"It's almost useless." Fu Yuhan said.

"...Okay," Zhou Xiangyan lowered his head, showing a mournful expression, "Didn't you say that my mother was pregnant last time, just... She reacted a bit recently, Uncle Fu asked her to ask for leave... to raise a baby at home."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows, vaguely remembering that Fu Xuecheng did say that Zhou Ruoyan was at home recently.

It was because of this.

"She has a bad temper recently. It is said that she is so pregnant..." Zhou Xiangyan hesitated, "I... I failed the midterm exam..."

Oh, the kid failed the exam and dared not go home, and wanted to use him as a shield.

Fu Yuhan felt that he was a little silly: "Didn't she scold you the same when I was around?"

"It will be better..."

"But I'm going home tonight," Fu Yuhan looked at him, "I have something to do."

Zhou Xiangyan lowered his head instantly.

Within two seconds, he raised his head again, with bright eyes: "Eh? Brother, can I go to your house?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"It's okay...to visit a classmate's house, right? Auntie hasn't met me, so she doesn't hate me, right?" Zhou Xiangyan counted with his fingers, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea, "If I go to play with you, my mother You can't say anything, or Uncle Fu will be unhappy...Let me hide for one night, and she might forget about it tomorrow."

"Did I promise you to let you stay overnight?" Fu Yuhan asked indifferently.

"..." Zhou Xiangyan's expression was mournful for a second.

"It's okay to go to my house, but there is no place for you to sleep." Fu Yuhan said, "And if the school holds a parent-teacher meeting, you can't escape it."

"It's okay! I can sit on a chair and stay up all night!" Zhou Xiangyan was excited, "Thank you brother, I knew that brother is the best!"

"...Just don't bother me."

"No, no, I must be as quiet as a chicken!"

Zhou Xiangyan left gratefully.

When Wen Yu went upstairs, he only had time to see Zhou Xiangyan's back turning away, but Fu Yuhan had already returned to his seat, staring down at the wrong question and thinking intently.

"Why did Zhou Xiangyan come to see you just now?" Wen Yu sat down on his chair.

Fu Yuhan turned his head and glanced at him.

Because of the exercise, his complexion was redder than usual, and his hair was probably wet when he washed his face. Just sitting like this, Fu Yuhan could feel a rush of hot air rushing towards his face.

Wen Yu was taken aback: "Is there something wrong with me?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head, and pulled out a pack of tissues from the drawer: "Wipe off the water."

Wen Yu took it and wiped it while looking at him.

"Zhou Xiangyan failed the exam and didn't dare to go home," Fu Yuhan said briefly, "Ask me if I can hide at my house."

"...and then." Wen Yu asked without any hope.

"I agree."

"..."

Sure enough, he knew.

Wen Yu sighed helplessly, and looked at him: "Are you really kind to the people around you?"

"As long as I can help with things that are easy to do, I will help, and it won't affect me much." Fu Yuhan was a little confused, "Didn't I find you a game to play?"

Yes, that's right.

This kind of indiscriminate "goodness" made Wen Yu feel as if he was punched hard by a fist wrapped in soft cotton, and he couldn't tell the pain.

He could only comfort himself that at least Fu Yuhan would not fold lucky stars for others with a napkin.

That star was so fragile, he took off his coat as soon as he got to the basketball court, and used his coat to properly encircle a protective area for Lucky Star on the table where people could rest under the basketball hoop, so that he could get it back intact.

He put the lucky star in the middle of the drawer, where he could see it when he lowered his head.

Fu Yuhan naturally saw it too, and said casually, "It's almost time to throw it away."

"How can you throw this?" Wen Yu glanced at him.

"It was originally folded out to coax you," Fu Yuhan probably had an idea, and wrote "shuashua" in the notebook, saying while writing, "This one is too easy to break, wait until I make up a new one and you can keep it." Let's do it."

"..."

Wen Yu sighed silently.

Known: Fu Yuhan didn't care about the gift he gave at all, but he said the word "coax you" himself.

Q: Should he be happy or angry?

Wen Yu couldn't figure it out.

He felt that it was time to change his observation target for his "human observation experiment"—it turned out that he himself was a vulgar and vulgar person, and his emotions were all tied to others.

No one is smart when the heart is moving.

But the emotions are so vivid, like the heat flowing in the body when running on the basketball court, it makes people live clearly.

Because of Zhou Xiangyan, Fu Yuhan would definitely not go back with him after school today, not only that, but on the way from the classroom to the intersection, the three of them were always talking about Zhou Xiangyan, and Fu Yuhan occasionally promised a few words.

Wen Yu kept silent, and Fu Yuhan, who was as careful as he was, didn't even ask him.

……

Wen Yu felt that if he was more irritable, he would definitely grab Zhou Xiangyan and beat him up.

"Then let's go this way." Fu Yuhan looked back, "Go back, be careful on the road."

"Why are you so careful now that you've reached the gate of the community?" Wen Yu held back for a while, and the first sentence was not very angry. After speaking, he compromised himself, and added, "You are the one, be careful on the road."

"it is good."

"Go home and text me."

"En." Fu Yuhan waved his hand, and left with Zhou Xiangyan, leaving Wenyu alone depressed.

"Hey, bro." After walking a few hundred meters, Zhou Xiangyan looked back, "You have a good relationship with that transfer student, don't you?"

"Are you running out of things to say?" Fu Yuhan gave him a sideways glance, "You can shut up if you have nothing to say."

Zhou Xiangyan made a face, rolled his eyes, and muttered softly, "Just ask."

"Don't inquire about me."

"……Oh."

After the evening self-study, there were not many pedestrians on the path.The dim streetlights illuminated a small area, and a circle formed a road, and the two walked back slowly.

Zhou Xiangyan didn't go this way, and showed great interest along the way.Walking to the entrance of the community where Fu Yuhan's family is located, Zhou Xiangyan said "wow": "The environment here is obviously pretty good! I heard a few words from Uncle Fu before, and thought you lived in a bad place..."

"Of course it doesn't compare with him." Fu Yuhan didn't care too much, "He's richer than my mother."

"No, it wasn't too good a while ago. I heard that they were on the verge of bankruptcy." Zhou Xiangyan muttered, "But I heard that they have slowed down again."

This house was the down payment of He Yan and Fu Xuecheng after their divorce with the money they got from the divorce. Their relationship broke down and they ended up having an ugly quarrel, so Fu Xuecheng didn't pay much...at least for himself.

These are all from what He Yan said. Fu Yuhan didn't know the exact amount, but could only see the visible difference between his current home and his childhood home.

He unlocked the door and turned on the light, but no one was home.

"I guess they're going to the hospital again, so come in." Fu Yuhan opened the shoe cabinet and asked him to pick out a pair of slippers. "You can't enter the bedroom with the door closed. Feel free to go to other places. If you want to do your homework, you can do it in the living room."

"Can't I go to your room?" Zhou Xiangyan changed his shoes and looked around.

"I'm just a table." Fu Yuhan said and entered the room.

The house has three bedrooms and one living room. The layout is not very good, but it is not too bad.The house Zhou Xiangyan lived in before moving to the current place was a bit bigger than this one, but it was about the same size.

In short, Fu Yuhan's family doesn't look as bad as Uncle Fu said.

There were two bedrooms with closed doors, and the only one with the door open was Fu Yuhan's own room. Zhou Xiangyan walked into his brother's bedroom after 2 minutes of shopping around.

Then he saw that Fu Yuhan's desk was full of things he had never seen before.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"Dip glue." Fu Yuhan glanced at him, "If you don't want to be chased away by me, then don't bother me when I'm making things."

His gaze was as cold as ice, and thinking of the rumors about Fu Yuhan in school, Zhou Xiangyan drew a line on his lips in horror, signaling to shut up.

Only then did Fu Yuhan look away.

Zhou Xiangyan waited for a while, and found that Fu Yuhan really ignored him, so he cautiously stretched out his head to see what his brother was doing.

That looks like a... star?