Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Wen Yu still wanted to call him to stop, but there was a voice behind him urging him to get in the car.

It's time to participate in the competition, the preliminary round, his father educated him for two hours and asked him to take the test, so he didn't plan to take the test well——

Wen Yu lowered his head and glanced at the glue ball in his palm. A star lay in the middle, reflecting different brilliance with his movements.

Forget it.

It's just the preliminary round, so I won't argue with his father in a small game.

He put the little ball into his pocket, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Here it comes, don't rush."

The temperature has dropped, and the gloomy sky seems to have cast a layer of tranquility on the atmosphere of the school. Today's campus is calm, and nothing special seems to happen.

But this is not the case for the people in Class Six.

After class was over in the fourth quarter, Sun Wenrui got up sleepily and kicked the stool at the same table: "Let's go to Lao Fang and go to eat."

"Brother Fu, what should I do?" Fang Jiayuan took out his mobile phone from the drawer and looked back.

Fu Yuhan was in poor spirits in the morning, except that he could barely get up in class, and slept on his stomach after class.

"Brother Fu hasn't been to the cafeteria for a long time." Sun Wenrui looked at the two locks of hair on Fu Yuhan's head, and he really didn't have the courage to wake him up. "Bring him a bowl of instant noodles as usual. It is said that the commissary has introduced new varieties..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Jiayuan stared at the phone and uttered a single syllable in confusion: "Fuck?"

"what happened?"

"...Look at the group."

In the Wechat group in Class [-], there are very few people chatting during the daytime, and it is basically only in the middle of the get out of class that someone will occasionally send a sentence such as "XXX has your homework handed in" or "XXX can help me take a leave of absence".

So things like people who have never spoken before joining the group suddenly send several messages will be very obvious, and everyone in the sixth group who opens WeChat can see it.

Wen Yu: Excuse me

Wen Yu: Has anyone seen Fu Yuhan?

Wen Yu: Did you go to the cafeteria or are you in the classroom?

"It's really new to see someone looking for Brother Fu in this group in his lifetime..." Fang Jiayuan said, "Why didn't you just send a message to Brother Fu directly?"

"Brother Fu is sleeping." Sun Wenrui pointed out.

"He's not a good baby who doesn't know how to look at his phone in class. He will blow up when Brother Fu wakes up and sees this, right?"

Sometimes it is difficult to tell where the face problem of young boys will be triggered. For example, it is a bit out of character to be publicly searched for by a classmate who is not at the school. Fu Yuhan will definitely not be happy if he sees it.

And at this time, someone in the group replied to Wen Yu.

Xu Qianyi: @闻玉士堂 I didn’t see it, I guess it’s in the classroom

Wen Yu: Thank you

Wen Yu: Is there anyone in the classroom?

Chen Liwen: When I first left, I seemed to see Brother Fu sleeping

Wen Yu: Well, so is anyone in the classroom?

Liu Cheng: @孙文瑞@方佳远 Is Old Sun Lao Fang gone?

"I will beat Liu Cheng when he comes back." Fang Jiayuan said while typing.

Fang Jiayuan: Not yet... just getting ready to leave

"Bring me one," Sun Wenrui said, "I hope Brother Yu won't let us wake up Brother Fu."

However, it turned out that Wen Yu really didn't give him face.

Wen Yu: Then can you call him for me?

Wen Yu: He won't reply to my message

Fang Jiayuan: ...

Wen Yu: Oh, if he hits someone, just say I asked him to do it

"I don't think this will dissuade Brother Fu from beating someone up." Fang Jiayuan sighed, and stretched out his hand to Fu Yuhan.

Sun Wenrui grabbed his wrist: "Are you really going to listen to him?"

"Brother, Xueba's set of notes made me rise 13 places in this midterm exam, please repay him with gratitude? Besides, didn't you read it too?" Fang Jiayuan pulled out his own and pushed Fu Yuhan.

Sun Wenrui whispered, "But my ranking has dropped."

"That's because your head is full of goddesses." Fang Jiayuan pointed out to him, "Aren't you stupid to want to fall in love in the third year of high school, how can it be possible without affecting your grades?"

The two were bickering, Fu Yuhan, who was lying on his stomach, raised his head and glanced at them quietly.

The eyes were extremely cold, and the meaning inside was very obvious——

"If there is nothing special, you will die."

Fang Jiayuan was frightened by him, shrunk his neck, picked up the phone and shook it: "Brother Yu asked us to call you."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fu Yuhan was stunned for three seconds, then let out a long breath: "Fuck."

After cursing this sentence, the matter is equivalent to the past, and the two people in the front row opened their eyes wide - what the hell?Really useful?

Fu Yuhan pulled out his WeChat and glanced at it, his complexion sank again, he sent a sentence in the group, "When you come back, even you and I will call together", and then dialed Wen Yu backhandedly.

His expression was not very good, Sun Wenrui asked carefully: "Brother Fu, do you want to bring you instant noodles as usual?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "No need, I have no appetite."

"...Then we went to eat?"

Fu Yuhan nodded slightly, and heard Wen Yu's familiar voice from the receiver: "I don't eat if I don't have an appetite? I'm not afraid of stomach problems."

He answered the phone in seconds, and even heard what Sun Wenrui said.

Fu Yuhan was listless and a little irritable, so he said angrily, "If you don't want to eat, don't eat it...you should be lenient."

"Why are you so angry?" Today's Wen Yu is completely different from yesterday's, like a cat that has been tamed, and even when scolded, it sounds nice.

But Fu Yuhan didn't answer, so Wen Yu guessed: "Didn't sleep well? What did you do yesterday?"

Not to find you.

Lack of sleep and pre-cold symptoms made Fu Yuhan dizzy, he closed his eyes and recited this sentence three times silently, and then began to find the medicine he put in his bag in the morning to soak.

"There's nothing to do, what can I do." He said indifferently, "You've finished your exam? You're still looking for me in such a free time."

"I sent you more than a dozen messages but didn't receive a punctuated reply, and I didn't dare to call because I was afraid that the teacher hadn't left." Wen Yu was innocent, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Don't look for me, can't you?" Fu Yuhan poured the medicine powder into the cup, got up and went to the water dispenser behind to pour water.

"I want to talk to you, but I didn't have time to say a few words in the morning." Wen Yu said, "I have several exams today, and I'm taking a lunch break. I just finished eating. The stars you gave are very useful... I feel good in the morning. "

"Really." Fu Yuhan sniffed.

"Why do you seem to have caught a cold again? Didn't you check the weather forecast? Or was it infected by Yang Fan?"

Fu Yuhan thought it wasn't all because he didn't read the weather forecast, he had extra clothes, who knew it would rain in the middle of the night.

As for Yang Fan...he wouldn't do anything with Yang Fan that would cause a respiratory infection.

"Just take it for granted." He said vaguely, "I'm drinking Banlangen, it's fine."

"If it's serious, ask for leave and go home to rest?"

"No need, ask for leave to delay review." Fu Yuhan said, "My health is not that bad."

"Then..." Wen Yu hesitated a little.

Fu Yuhan had a terrible headache, and his stomach was full of unknown anger, so he got a headache when he heard the unfinished ending, and frowned and said: "If you have something to say, just say it, there is nothing to hide."

"I took the exam until 5 p.m., and those who participated in the competition don't have to go to evening self-study today." Wen Yu paused, "If I go back to go to evening self-study...can you have dinner with me?"

"..."

If it was normal, Fu Yuhan should have agreed.

He knew that Wen Yu was very persistent in "eating together", but he was in a bad mood today, and he especially didn't want to spoil this person.

"No," Fu Yuhan rebuffed straight away, "I've made an appointment."

"..." Wen Yu choked on him, "Who did you date?"

"Who are you? Do I still need to report to you when I have an appointment? I'm going to bed. If you look for me in the group again, I'll beat you up together. Goodbye." After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he hung up the phone behind his back Yes, throw it in the drawer.

Then, he raised his head and drank the slightly cooled medicine in one gulp, lay down on the table again, and fell asleep.

The people in class six discussed all afternoon, but they didn't discuss whether the two big bosses really wanted to fight.

The affirmative thinks that "it's not the first time they say they fight and don't fight, and it's probably a new way of making friends", while the opposite thinks that "Although Brother Fu is easy to talk, he can't bear such embarrassing things", each has its own reasons.The two factions argued all afternoon, and the party concerned fell asleep alone in the back.

Fu Yuhan used the time after class, lunch break, and self-study class that could be used for sleeping to catch up on sleep, and finally got some energy before school.The last get out of class bell rang, and he reached out and patted the two brothers in the front row: "Are you two busy after school?"

Sun Wenrui & Fang Jiayuan: "No?"

"Come and eat with me," Fu Yuhan said, "and go shopping with me by the way."

"Ok."

Fu Yuhan packed his schoolbag and stood up, walked to Ge Ran who was still tidying up, and said in a low voice: "Ge Ran, I won't go to evening self-study tonight."

"Ah?" Ge Ran turned his head and looked at him blankly, "Aren't you going to go? I thought you weren't going to skip your self-study recently."

"No, I told Teacher Zhou before that, I have classes outside." Fu Yuhan showed her the special leave note, "Three days a week."

"...Oh, I got it." Ge Ran glanced at him and pursed his lower lip, "Then I won't remember your late self-study attendance next time."

"Thank you." Fu Yuhan said, "There is also the classroom door."

"I'll open it." Ge Ran brushed his hair from the sideburns and said with a smile, "You don't...don't be so polite with me."

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything, walked back, and went out with two little followers.

After walking out of the classroom door, Sun Wenrui became curious: "What does Brother Fu want to buy?"

"Painting material."

"That's the stationery market at Sanchunting?" Fang Jiayuan thought about the route, "Or are you going to the stadium?"

"Sanchun Pavilion. The stadium is too far away, so I won't go there today."

"Then let's eat Guoqiao Rice Noodles. I know there's a good one over there."

"Anything is fine." Fu Yuhan sniffed, "I don't have any appetite anyway."

"Brother Fu is sick today?"

"No, I didn't sleep yesterday." Fu Yuhan shook his head and changed the subject, "Don't talk about that, old grandson, what about the love story you just told?"

Sun Wenrui opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Aren't you sleeping? Did you hear that?"

"The classroom is so noisy, I can't sleep well." Fu Yuhan said, "Tell me, it's just the three of us here."

That day when Chen Mengxian had dysmenorrhea and asked for leave to go to the hospital, Sun Wenrui bravely climbed over the wall to see her, which seemed to be an opportunity. After they talked again, Chen Mengxian's attitude towards him was obviously much better, and Sun Wenrui was a little happy.

He talked about this all day long, and then Fang Jiayuan would point out very bluntly that his grades in the midterm exam had dropped.

"Do you think Lao Fang is boring!"

"What did I say wrong? Hey Brother Fu, you judge, Chen Mengxian was able to reject him with 'fear of affecting his grades' at the beginning, but now he will reject him because of his regress. I think I am very realistic... Don't think about talking about it when you are in the third year of high school. Love! Affects learning!"

"Your tone is like my mother's."

"Correct me, I'm your father—"

After hearing this, Fu Yuhan chuckled lightly: "Old Sun, you haven't targeted Wen Yu recently, have you?"

"...Chen Mengxian hasn't been crazy about him recently, so..." Sun Wenrui choked for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly, "Besides, Xueba borrowed our notes... I think he pretends to be cool, so let's pretend. Who makes people get good grades."

This time in the mid-term exam, Wen Yu was the well-deserved No.1, 20 points more than the second student in the grade. Now no one doubts that he was just lucky last time.

"I told you before that it's okay, it depends on how long the 'like' on the face lasts." Fu Yuhan said as he walked, "But what Lao Fang said makes sense, we will graduate in half a year, why don't you think about whether you can be with her Go to a school."

"I asked, she wants to stay here." Sun Wenrui said, "I don't think it's a problem to stay here with my grades, right?"

"There is also a difference between good and bad in the local area. I heard them say that even if you are in the same university, you may not have the time to meet often with different colleges." Fang Jiayuan said.

While chatting, the three of them walked to the rice noodle shop that Fang Jiayuan mentioned. The shop was not big, and there was a strong but greasy smell of chicken soup inside.

In the end, he just ordered a bowl of the most vegetarian rice noodles on the menu, and ate slowly while listening to Sun Wenrui continue to entangle with his unfinished love story.

It's very interesting to hear stories about people chasing people, at least for Fu Yuhan.

He had imagined some romantic plots, but his gender and identity prevented him from using these tricks on Yang Fan, so he could only think about them in his mind.

As he listened, he would fantasize about whether Yang Fan had done some things to his goddess, such as waiting for her downstairs at her house, picking her up for school, and bringing her breakfast.

Although it is ordinary and trivial, but because I like it, it is all the details that make people smile when they think of it.

For Fu Yuhan, it was "a wry detail".

Heterosexuality is really good.

gay is...

Fang Jiayuan took a mouthful of rice noodles, then looked down at his mobile phone: "Hey...Brother Fu."

"Ok?"

"...Brother Yu came to chat with me in private." He raised his head, looked at Fu Yuhan's pale face, "asked me if I was with you... said you turned off the phone."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Sun Wenrui was a little surprised: "What is he doing today? Cospy Brother Fu's brainless fan? He's too persistent—and why did Brother Fu turn off the phone?"

"Just tell him," Fu Yuhan said calmly, with his eyelids drooping, "Some people also turned off their phones yesterday."

Sun Wenrui & Fang Jiayuan: "..."

"...Why do I think this is weird," Fang Jiayuan muttered while replying, "It's like arguing with a young couple."

"Heh," Fu Yuhan sneered, "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything." Fang Jiayuan immediately "zippered" his mouth.

Fortunately, Fu Yuhan's words were still useful. After Fang Jiayuan sent them, Wen Yu came back five minutes later and said "Thank you", without saying anything else.

Fu Yuhan only ate half a bowl, and when the other two finished eating, the three left the rice noodle shop and went to the stationery market to pick things up.

In fact, originally, Fu Yuhan planned to drag Wen Yu along, but...

Damn it.

Two people who don't understand art at all went to the painting material store to open their eyes.Fu Yuhan bought a lot of things such as suitable painting boxes, pastels, paints, paint boxes, palettes, etc. based on what his teacher had written for him and the recommendations of the owner of the painting material store, and walked back with the boxes.

Fu Yuhan didn't go to evening self-study, so he said goodbye to them at the intersection: "I have an art class appointment tonight, turn this way, you guys go back."

"Then...bye Brother Fu, see you tomorrow."

"Bye-Bye."

Tonight is the first time to learn color. According to the habit of ordinary art students, some of the paint in the small pot should be taken out and poured into the square paint box. In addition to the pure color and high-grade gray purchased directly, some people will also paint according to their own painting. Need to reconcile several colors in advance.

This is a job that does not have much technical content but takes a lot of time. The art teacher is very talkative. I heard that it is not convenient for him to do this at home, so let him transfer it tonight without charging extra for the class.

Some of the people who learned painting together were also practicing gouache painting. The teacher asked Fu Yuhan to sit down not far behind that person, so that it was convenient for him to learn from others.

He bought two boxes, a larger plastic box for paint cans, and a smaller canvas box that was just right for everyday tools.After filling the paint and packing the two boxes, it was already the usual time for get out of class to end. The other students said goodbye one after another, and Fu Yuhan also stood up.

He hesitated.

Originally, it was agreed to put these at Wen Yu's house, but today he didn't want to contact the other party. After hesitating for a moment, he ran to ask the teacher if he could put them in the studio for a night.

It is very common to deposit painting tools, and the teacher readily agreed to let him remember the location by himself.

Fu Yuhan thanked him, and walked out of the house with only his schoolbag.

It was already dark, and the lights of thousands of houses in the community were scattered, and the air was slightly cool. He took a deep breath at the entrance of the corridor and prepared to go home.

Just five meters away, a tall and tall man stepped out from the shadow of the bicycle shed behind the tree.

"Hello." The man called him.

The voice was so familiar that Fu Yuhan knew who it was without looking, and it was hard for him to tell whether he was happy or unhappy, so he subconsciously let out a long breath and turned around.

The dark night was covered with black shadows, so that he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but Fu Yuhan could recognize that it was Wen Yu.

He frowned lightly: "What are you doing here?"

Wen Yu took two steps forward, walked to the position where the street lights could be illuminated, looked at Fu Yuhan, and touched his nose embarrassedly: "Is it wrong? Don't turn off the phone."