Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan drew a small star on a piece of bright silver paper, cut it out with a knife, and then began to adjust the glue and put it on top.He did it very meticulously, Zhou Xiangyan felt his legs were sore when he saw him making a thick star.

The epoxy material is transparent, and with the bright paper sealed in the middle, it shines brightly under the light.

Zhou Xiangyan thought he was done.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Fu Yuhan find a bottle of blue-toned nail polish from the drawer.

Zhou Xiangyan: "..."

"Brother," he couldn't help asking, "Why do you have such things for girls here?"

Fu Yuhan paused and turned his head to look at him.

Zhou Xiangyan was shocked immediately: "...Am I not supposed to talk?"

"Yes." Fu Yuhan said, "And...you don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

"Yes, yes, what's wrong?"

"If you say this, you will be killed if you meet a girl with a bad temper." Fu Yuhan lowered his head again and said softly, "What do you mean 'girls only play'..."

Zhou Xiangyan didn't quite understand what's wrong with this sentence. Which one is not for girls, nail polish or glue?

But he dared not ask any more.

Fu Yuhan painted a layer of nail polish on the star, put the star aside, found a glass-shaped object, and poured the transparent glue into it.

The room was very quiet, and the steps in the "cup" were not star-studded. Zhou Xiangyan looked at it for a while but didn't see the tricks, and felt a little boring.He thought for a while, didn't dare to make a sound, and tiptoed into the living room.

The table is clean.

He would usually play computer games at home until the last moment before starting to do his homework, but Fu Yuhan's computer was in his own room, so Zhou Xiangyan didn't dare to ask for more.He played with his mobile phone in the living room for a while, and was so bored that he took out his homework ahead of time and started writing.

But it turns out that any "homework in advance" is a paper tiger.

After finishing a homework, he couldn't sit still, and ran to Fu Yuhan's room in a hurry.

The "cup" was put aside just now, and Fu Yuhan has already taken out the contents - a beautiful transparent glue ball, several kinds of blue glue in the middle are like wind and smoke, stagnant but flowing, The star that Fu Yuhan made in advance is suspended in the center near the top, and it reflects different colors every time it changes an angle.

A small connecting device is embedded on the top of the glue ball, and a short black rope is strung inside.Fu Yuhan was polishing the surface.

"It's so beautiful..." Zhou Xiangyan couldn't help sighing.

"You can learn to do it if you like it." Fu Yuhan didn't look back, "It's not difficult."

"Boss's not difficult and mine are usually not the same meaning." Zhou Xiangyan has an accurate understanding of himself, "How about you give me one?"

Fu Yuhan was very cold: "Dream."

Zhou Xiangyan: "...you are too heartless."

Fu Yuhan finally polished the ball and put it aside.Zhou Xiangyan originally thought that he would call it a day and do his homework, but Fu Yuhan dug out an unfinished glued phone case from the drawer.

The content was a painting that appeared to be a photo of a couple.

"Who is this?"

"It's none of your business." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "If you don't want to be kicked out by me, don't talk."

"... Oh." Zhou Xiangyan was a little envious, "It's so beautiful..."

This painting was drawn by Fu Yuhan the night before, and the content is the group photo that Yang Fan sent over the weekend.

Although... Wen Yu told him not to look.

Fu Yuhan doesn't like to procrastinate things very much. During the birthday party, he promised Yang Fan to make a couple's mobile phone case, but he mentioned it again two days ago, so he just took it out and made it.He originally planned to draw a villain for Zhao Tong in a symmetrical pose, but he couldn't get it right after several attempts, so he had to give up this idea and copy a group photo instead.

He is not a qualified painter, and his painting skills will be influenced by his emotions. Even now, when he is making a mobile phone case, his heart feels so painful that he can hardly hold the tools.

Early the next morning, Fu Yuhan brought the glue ball to Wen Yu.

I don't know what Wen Yu was doing the night before, when he arrived at school early in the morning, his face was full of impatience that he didn't wake up.No matter how impatient he used to be, he would at least put on a smirk, but recently he forced himself to "stop pretending". Fu Yuhan has already heard several girls privately say that Wen Yu has become scary.

Fu Yuhan thought in his heart that this person was scary in the first place.

There's nothing wrong with being real, in his opinion, at least Wen Yu can feel more at ease.

If negative emotions are not sent out, people will be driven crazy one day.

However, when Fu Yuhan gave him the gift, Wen Yu's expression obviously improved a lot: "You did it overnight?"

"Ah."

"Stayed up late?"

"It's okay, it's just two o'clock after finishing homework." Fu Yuhan squinted his eyes, restrained himself from yawning, "It's not counted as staying up late."

"...There's no need to be in such a hurry next time. Lack of sleep affects concentration." Wen Yu pinched the ball and looked at it for a while, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Fu Yuhan only stringed a meaningless short rope, he can change things to hang according to his own needs, it can be used as a pendant, a keychain or something.

Fu Yuhan watched him put the glue ball into the drawer, and then said: "Isn't it going to the competition tomorrow? It's no good if you're late... just as long as you like it."

Wen Yu glanced at him: "Will you give it if I ask for it?"

It was not in vain that he stayed up all night gluing on that Gundam fragment.

"This is part of my plan of 'asking you to be personal'," Fu Yuhan said, "so that you don't make fun of me all day long, and engage in 'internal digestion'."

Wen Yu: "..."

He's sticky ass Gundam!

"No," Wen Yu couldn't take it anymore, "Can you say something nice when you give someone a gift?"

"...Yesterday Zhou Xiangyan asked me if I didn't give it to me if I asked for a gift?"

"..." Wen Yu was not very satisfied, "Let's just count—hey, what time did he leave last night?"

"Didn't leave." Fu Yuhan said, "Lied on my desk all night."

"...Then where do you sleep?"

"Bed." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "Why?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yu smiled at him.

He went to Fu Yuhan's room once, and the desk was next to the bed.

In other words, Zhou Xiangyan spent the night by Fu Yuhan's side yesterday.

body, side.

Regardless of whether Zhou Xiangyan was a straight man or whether he had never met Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu still felt that the relationship between him and Zhou Xiangyan was settled.

Wen Yu's day started with a gift, followed by troubles——

After school in the afternoon, he went out to "look for food" with Fu Yuhan as usual, but he saw that Fu Yuhan answered the phone absent-mindedly, and then dragged him to a side alley for two steps.

"Yang Fan?!" Wen Yu was very surprised to see Yang Fan avoiding the crowds in front of the gate of the No. [-] Middle School, and standing in the alley near the intersection, "Why are you here...not going to class?"

"I slipped away ahead of time...cough cough, okay..." Yang Fan smiled and scratched his head against Fu Yuhan's frosty gaze, "I went out to play with Tongtong on weekends, and I lent her my coat to play handsome, but I caught a cold ... was rushed to the hospital by the doctor in the infirmary this afternoon to hang water."

No wonder he was able to arrive at No. [-] Middle School during school hours without wearing his school uniform.

but……

"What are you doing here?" Wen Yu asked.

"Why are you so indifferent?" Yang Fan's illness didn't affect his jokes, and he said with a sad face like a playwright, "Can't I come to No. [-] Middle School to see you?"

"Promise me," Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, coldly took out a small bag from his bag and handed it to him, "Speak well, please? This tone is disgusting."

"Can't you imitate me and hurt each other with me... Cough cough..." Yang Fan opened his pocket and took out the things, "Wow! It's so beautiful! Thank you, cough cough, thank you Xiaohan! mua!"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu was almost driven mad by Fu Yu's chill.

He wasn't careful enough to not allow Fu Yuhan to make gifts for others while making gifts for him, but why did he make this phone case?

Tell him not to look at the circle of friends, why go back to look at it?

Some people desensitize themselves and choose to wait out the time.

Fu Yuhan desensitized and chose to practice Ling Chi on himself.

It is true that stabbing yourself numb to pain is a very effective desensitization method, but it is too cruel to yourself.For a moment, Wen Yu almost hated Yang Fan for Fu Yuhan.

He smiled so happily, he didn't know anything...why?

"Stop talking when you cough." After Fu Yuhan finished speaking in a low voice, he suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Yu beside him, and reminded, "Your phone is vibrating."

Wen Yu turned his eyes faintly: "You..."

"Ok?"

"Forget it, it's okay." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and took out the phone.

Yang Fan is upright enough to have his chance, otherwise Fu Yuhan's stubborn unrequited love would be even more painful for him now.

Thank you again Yang Fan.

After all, Fu Yuhan likes to abuse himself, so he is not qualified to take care of it.

The call was from the driver, and the other party usually only contacted him when he came to pick him up for dinner.Wen Yu's mood suddenly became worse: "Hello?"

As expected, the other end was talking about going to dinner, and Wen Yu replied angrily: "Why is it so sudden...Didn't I say that I would be very busy in the third year of high school? Why is he so busy, Wen Ziming?"

"...Okay, I see." After listening for a while, Wen Yu hung up the phone and looked at the two of them, "My dad told me to eat..."

Turning down his father's treat inevitably quarreled, and Wen Yu usually avoided it as much as he could.

But he thought, if Fu Yuhan could ask him to stay, it's not impossible to refuse him.

Fu Yuhan: "Then you go, I'll take Yang Fan to eat at Red Clay Kitchen."

Yang Fan made a heartfelt gesture: "You still remember that I love red clay kitchen!"

"... How could I forget." Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

Wen Yu: "..."

"I'm leaving," he said.

Neither of them paid much attention to it. After all, it's normal for someone to be temporarily unable to participate in a meal among friends, and family matters are important.Yang Fan also said very considerately: "I will treat you to dinner next time!"

Fortunately, before Wen Yu was so angry that he ascended to heaven, Fu Yuhan at least told him: "Be nicer and try not to quarrel."

"It's probably inevitable." Wen Yu said.

"Then make noise, don't affect your mood." Fu Yuhan raised his chin, "Your family's car is here."

A conspicuous black Maserati drove slowly through the traffic.

"Wow, it's this Maserati again." Yang Fan tutted, "You go, have a good trip."

"...What the hell is 'Da Yu'er' called?" Wen Yu was about to leave, but was almost tripped by his words.

"You are big, you are Da Yu'er." Yang Fan patted Fu Yuhan's shoulder, "This is Xiao, ahem, Xiao Yu'er."

"Stop talking when you cough, please, I'm so sick." After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he looked at Wen Yu, "Go."

Wen Yu took a deep look at him.

Then turned to leave.

It wasn't until Wen Yu got into the car that Yang Fan's playful expression gradually faded away, and he asked, "Brother Yu has a bad relationship with his father?"

"Huh? Well, I heard it." Fu Yuhan thought for a while and said, "I don't know very well, you know I don't like to inquire too much. I guess it's because his father is too strict with him...Brother Yu actually has a pretty good idea Wild one."

"...Did I know you Wen Yu?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Fan sighed again: "Oh, but he never said this before, I didn't expect that he transferred to another school for two months, and his relationship with you seems to have not only wiped out the old grievances, but even compared with those of us who have been together for two years. Friends are going to be fine."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

In this way, it seems that Wen Yu really...

Yang Fan didn't notice his expression, and continued on his own: "Oh, I'm so sour, obviously I came first, why isn't Brother Yu's best friend me... cough cough."

Only then did Fu Yuhan come back to his senses, pushed him backhanded, and said in a low voice: "If you stay poor for a while, the red mud chef won't be able to join the queue."

"Damn, no - let's go, don't care who Brother Yu is with, my red mud chef is important!"

Yang Fan raised his arms and started to run along with Fu Yuhan and his brothers.

Like many times before.