Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

The night light infects the surrounding air little by little, covering Wen Yu's face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

With a sullen face, he took a sip of the iced Americano brought by the driver along the way, suspecting that it was made of aged vinegar.

Otherwise why would he feel so sour.

Thinking about it, he felt a little strange again.

He is like this, how did Fu Yuhan get here all these years?

Masochist?

"It's fine if you don't choose me," he muttered in a low voice, "what's wrong with me..."

Obviously, he can also take him in when he is weak.

... It's just that Yang Fan came first.

"What?" The driver tilted his head, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly...do you need to buy something on the road?"

"No," Wen Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's nothing, just keep driving."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, sighed softly, and silently repeated "I can't do this, my mentality is too bad" three times in my heart.

He can't think about these anymore, he has to deal with tonight's meal first, eating with Wen Ziming is not as comfortable as eating with Fu Yuhan, he has to find the former "top student" again.

The appointment place was in a century-old brand in the city. When Wen Yu arrived, Wen Ziming and Fang Wanjing were already sitting inside.

The structure of the private room was small and delicate, Wen Yu knocked on the door and went in to have a look, and sat down opposite Fang Wanjing, the place farthest from Wen Ziming.

"Dad," he nodded, "Mom."

"Here we come," Fang Wanjing smiled at him gently, and showed him the menu and the orders he had ordered, "See what else you want to eat, and add it yourself."

When eating with the two of them, Wen Yu didn't care what to eat, but he was about to refuse when Wen Ziming frowned: "There are already enough dishes."

"I'm not sure if the child wants to eat or not," Fang Wanjing persuaded in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you have more."

"Then you should have asked him what he ate just now, instead of wasting food now."

"We're not short of that money..."

"Mom," Wen Yu raised his eyes to interrupt them, and said with a chuckle, "It's okay, I'm not picky."

Wen Ziming doesn't allow him to be picky eaters, and he won't be picky eaters here.

Wen Ziming has his own set of theories. Wen Yu has heard his ears callous since he was a child, and he really listened to their long talk, so he doesn't need to eat today's meal.

On the way here, Wen Yu tried to concentrate, but his mind was always thinking about where Fu Yuhan and Yang Fan were, what they ate, and his concentration was lost. He was afraid that he would not be able to put on a good face in front of Wen Ziming tonight, so he just wanted to eat quickly and leave early. .

Because "you don't talk when you eat, you don't talk when you sleep", Wen Ziming is not very good at talking to him during meals.

As usual, Wen Ziming first asked him about his recent study status, and Wen Yu answered them one by one, thinking that he should not have missed anything.The speed of serving food in this restaurant is quite fast, and Wen Ziming didn't speak much when the food was served.

Wen Yu was still a little distracted, and when he picked up the chopsticks, he knocked against the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound.

Wen Ziming glanced at him.

Subconsciously, Wen Yu grasped the chopsticks tightly, adjusted the position of the chopsticks and started to eat quietly, pretending that everything was normal; however, when he was about to serve a bowl of soup in the middle, he almost missed the spoon because of the manual movement of the mobile phone in his pocket.

Wen Ziming put down his chopsticks: "What's wrong with you today? Something's wrong."

Wen Yu put down the spoon and bowl, and found a reason for himself: "I'm thinking about a problem... I'm going to compete tomorrow."

"Why didn't you say there was a competition?" Wen Ziming asked, "Which subject?"

"Chemical."

"How many prizes did you win last year?"

"Province two." Wen Yu paused, trying to explain, "I was sick on the day of the exam."

"Excuse." Wen Ziming stared at him, "You usually exercise hard, how could you get sick? If so, it's no problem to come back with at least a second grade this year, right?"

Wen Yu pursed his lips and remained silent.

It is also for him to take the exam well, and Fu Yuhan's sentence "It's not a loss if you spend all your time and don't win the prize" sounds more pleasing to the ear.

In fact, he didn't prepare much, he wasn't too worried about the college entrance examination, the competition was irrelevant to him, it was only about the face of the school, teachers and Wen Ziming.

"Xiaoyu usually exercises, right? I heard from my aunt that he goes to the gym regularly." Fang Wanjing smoothed things over in a soft voice, "Ziming, you are not too harsh, people always get sick... who is the iron man? Right? Xiaoyu?"

She tilted her head.

Wen Yu was thinking about Fu Yuhan, and didn't pay attention to what she said for a moment.Wen Ziming was angry at that moment: "I'm asking you something!"

"...Yes." Wen Yu replied casually.

"Then can I get the second degree?"

A stern and cold voice entered his ears, Wen Yu lowered his eyes: "I will try my best."

"So uncertain, did you not prepare well? Look at you, how many times have I told you..."

"Okay, okay, don't scold the child, you still have to eat." Fang Wanjing hurriedly said, "Don't you have something else to say? Don't keep talking about the exam."

"...I was so angry that I almost forgot about it." Wen Ziming calmed down and said, "How about this, Xiaoyu, go and learn how to drive."

Wen Yu rolled his eyelids: "You want to give me a car?"

"Wait until you get your driver's license first."

"Oh," Wen Yu has nothing to reject this kind of thing, "Can you help me contact the coach?"

"I'll ask the driver to follow you up."

"Okay." Wen Yu lowered his head again.

"I can give you a car. You have to study hard and show me the results you can get. Tomorrow's competition..."

When Wen Ziming educated him, if he refuted, it would only make the time longer. Usually Wen Yu just listened like this, going in one ear and out the other.

Because it's not easy for Fang Wanjing to stop him at this time, it's better to wait for him to finish speaking.

Just a little hungry.

Wen Yu thought, Fu Yuhan and Yang Fan must have eaten it long ago.

"...How about this, you go home tonight and let your mother watch you review." Wen Ziming gave his son "ideological education" for more than ten minutes, and finally said.

Wen Yu suddenly raised his head: "Go home...? Which home?"

"Which other home?" Wen Ziming asked back, "You call that temporary residence 'home'?"

"..." Wen Yu suddenly stood up.

He was already a grown man, tall enough to almost look down on his father when he stood up.

This height difference naturally made Wen Ziming feel uncomfortable, he frowned subconsciously: "Why are you standing up? Did I tell you not to leave your seat without finishing your meal?"

"I... urgent to urinate." Wen Yu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, clenched his hands under the table into fists, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"Go quickly." Fang Wanjing winked at him.

Wen Yu didn't say anything, so he turned around and went out.

He knew what would happen when he refuted - endless quarrels, and then everything he had now would be taken back by Wen Ziming.The transfer to No. [-] Middle School was his own request, because it was farther away from Wen Ziming, so if he went against his father, maybe not only the house, but even the student status would be forcibly transferred back, or transferred to other places.

Wen Ziming knew that his son hated him, so he didn't care.

What he cares about is whether his son is good, whether he is obedient, and whether he can follow his personal standards in daily actions.

That kind of irritability that had disappeared recently due to the gradually unbridled life in the third middle school has made a comeback again.

Wen Yu suddenly wanted to run away.

Run out from here to meet Fu Yuhan and Yang Fan, maybe sit down and have dinner with them while competing with yourself.

He really wanted to meet Fu Yuhan, now.If Fu Yuhan was here, he could be calmer and persuade himself not to go against Wen Ziming.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't afford the price.

He was just, an age when he was an adult and had nothing.

Wen Yu stepped into the toilet and took out the phone from his pocket.

The vibration just now turned out to be just a weather forecast push - it will rain tomorrow, the temperature will cool down, pay attention to add clothes.

I don't know whether to be depressed or to say "Sure enough", this is not a message from Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu thought for a while, and dialed the phone.

After ringing for about half a minute, the phone was picked up by the other end: "Hello?"

"Hello?" Wen Yu coughed lightly, "Xiao Han, where are you?"

"Me? Red clay little chef." Fu Yuhan was surrounded by noisy voices, and he lowered his head under the table, "What's the matter with you? Aren't you having dinner with your family?"

"I...it's fine, I just made a phone call." Wen Yu's voice was muffled, "Then what are you going to do later?"

"After eating, I went to the shopping mall with Yang Fan. He said he wanted to pick a Singles' Day gift for Zhao Tong. Let me help you refer to it."

"..."

"Ok?"

"Are you an idiot?" Wen Yu suddenly couldn't hold back his words, he growled on the phone, "You won't punch him and tell him you like him?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback: "... What's wrong with you?"

"Are you happy to abuse yourself like this? You hold back everything." Wen Yu said, "You obviously like him, but you still have to help your rival choose gifts."

"Actually..." Yang Fan was right next to him, and it was inconvenient for Fu Yuhan to go into too much detail. He always felt that Wen Yu's attitude was weird, as if he was in a bad mood, "It's okay, it's nothing. It's you..."

"...Forget it." Wen Yu seemed to be discouraged suddenly, "If you go to the mall later, you won't be able to go to the evening self-study, right?"

"I was just about to call Ge Ran..." Fu Yuhan said, "How about you ask me for a vacation?"

Wen Yu was silent for three seconds, then said, "Okay."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a while while holding the phone.

"What's wrong?" Yang Fan leaned over, "What did Brother Yu say?"

"I don't know..." Fu Yuhan shook his head, frowning slightly, "I don't think he's in the right mood, he won't quarrel with his parents, right?"

Yang Fan had seen the "family war" in the Fu family with his own eyes, and when he talked about the quarrel, he imagined the horrible scene, and his eyes widened: "Didn't he say it?"

"I didn't say it."

"Then why don't you dial back and try?" Yang Fan said, "Don't let anything happen... cough cough."

Fu Yuhan felt that it made sense, and pressed the call back with his backhand.

However, what came on the phone was "The phone you dialed has been turned off".

"He turned off the phone." Fu Yuhan blinked.

"Then let's stop going to the mall and go back to find him?" Yang Fan said, "Wait...cough, has he come back from dinner?"

Fu Yuhan thought for a while, took out a piece of paper from the backpack he brought out, and wrote down a series of brands and product names.

"This is a suitable gift that I can think of... You go and see for yourself?" Fu Yuhan said, "I will go to school for evening self-study in a while, generally speaking...Brother Yu will not be absent from class, I will ask Just ask."

"Okay." Yang Fan nodded.

"I'm sorry, I meant to go shopping with you."

"Hey, what's the matter." Yang Fan bowed indifferently, "I, ahem, Brother Yu is also my friend. If you need help, come to me at any time."

"Ah."

Fu Yuhan responded casually, holding the phone, looking at the call record of less than 2 minutes, his frown never loosened.