Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

12 month 1 day.

At 6:32 in the morning, a tall boy walked in from outside the classroom and naturally put the packing bag in his hand on the table.Fu Yuhan, who had just written the date on the new coil book, raised his eyelids, and in the twilight of the morning light, he licked his lips at the other party: "Good morning."

There is Fu Yuhan's favorite breakfast in the packing bag - although he is not a picky person, most of the time he eats with Wen Yu.

But it was brought to him by Wen Yu after getting up early.

Young master Wen has difficulty getting up, and only recently learned to arrive at school early.

"Good morning." Wen Yu unloaded his schoolbag, his eyes fell slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Painting, can't you see it?"

"I see," Wen Yu thought for a while, "I just asked what you were painting."

It was a new sketchbook.

Fu Yuhan likes to use this kind of coil sketchbook very much, and draws a lot of pictures like taking notes. Whether it is the notebook full of Yang Fan that Wen Yu accidentally saw before or the notebook he usually uses for practice, they are all similar in size and styles.

This one is new today.

Wen Yu's heart moved slightly, and there was a little expectation in an instant.

However, in the next second, this expectation was broken by the opponent.

The boy's indifferent brows and eyes narrowed suddenly, curved a little, like melting ice and snow, but what he said pushed Wen Yu into the winter air: "Isn't the exam coming soon? The teacher asked us to do more exercises... I haven't done it yet. Figure out what to draw."

"That's it." Wen Yu rolled his eyes lightly twice, and no fluctuations could be seen on his calm face.After a while, he chuckled and got up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"En." Fu Yuhan responded, and with the pencil in his hand, he ticked off "December 12st" in the upper left corner again.

After Wen Yu walked away a few steps, he drew a new line on the blank space of the paper, and a bowl of fish egg noodles in a packing bag quickly jumped onto the paper.

Then came the exquisitely shaped crystal dumplings, the table in front of me, and the review book at hand.

And the one who gently put down earlier.

He is really doing new exercises.

The teacher did say to let them practice more.

But it was his own decision to prepare a brand new sketchbook and what to draw.

It's December, and it's officially winter without knowing it.

Winter is a wonderful season, the snow will fall, the sky will become cold, ice crystals will form under the eaves in the morning, and the breath will be stained white visible to the naked eye——

And every day in that, a new spring is brewing.

Wen Yu felt that he hadn't been there for long, and when he returned to the classroom, there were a few more people inside.

Fu Yuhan, on the other hand, had already put away the sketch book, and began to think about a book called Five Three.

"No one turns on the air conditioner..." Wen Yu said as he walked to the back of the classroom to turn on the air conditioner, and when he returned to his seat and sat down, he touched the back of Fu Yuhan's hand. What's wrong with the air conditioner - are you done painting?"

"Well, the sketch test is only 10 minutes. The teacher said that he should train himself to capture the big shape within 5 minutes, and use the rest of the time to refine and check." Fu Yuhan didn't seem to be affected by Wen Yu's movements. The reaction was just focusing on the five-san in the hand, and lazily replied, "This day is already dry, and I woke up with a sore throat in the morning... Wouldn't it be more uncomfortable to turn on the air conditioner?"

"But aren't you cold?"

"Not counting the school uniform, I'm wearing three pieces, and I'm not cold," Fu Yuhan said, "It's just that my hands are not too hot."

"..."

"Huh?" Fu Yuhan turned his head sideways, following Wen Yu's leaving back, "Where are you going?"

"The commissary."

In the morning, only the poor students who bought bread and gnawed at the school canteen usually went there. Fu Yuhan couldn't understand why Wen Yu went shopping just after he came from home.

Until Wen Yu brought back a box of mineral water and put it behind his seat, took out a bottle and handed it to him.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Hold it," Wen Yu said, "Don't you feel dry?"

"You..." Fu Yuhan took it, looking down at the crystal clear mineral water bottle, a little lost in thought.

Wen Yu touched his pocket again, took out a can of coffee and stuffed it into Fu Yuhan's palm.

hot.

"The commissary has newly added a warming cabinet, and there are hot drinks for sale. I don't know what you like to drink, so just take one." He said, "If you don't like it, use it to cover your hands."

"...Mmm." Fu Yuhan nodded slightly.

He was a little lost in thought.

Wen Yu sorted out the homework from the previous day, and suddenly remembered something, and asked him with his head tilted: "By the way, what was the sentence you didn't finish asking last night on the roof of the empty building?"

There is no text "Aren't you".

Fu Yuhan's eyeballs moved slightly, and he shook his head: "I don't remember."

There are some things that cannot be asked in a hurry, at least he doesn't think it is now.

Wen Yu just pretended that he really didn't remember. Although he was a little regretful, he had no choice but to make a note of each of the old Fang and the old sun who got in the way, shrugged and said, "...Okay."

During the lunch break at noon, Fu Yuhan added a second page to his new sketchbook.

Coffee, mineral water, and the back view of my deskmate lying down and sleeping.

……

12 month 2 day.

Simmered pumpkin porridge, fried eggs and pan-fried dumplings.

It's still a can of coffee for warming hands, and the deskmate who helped him talk about the problem for an hour.

……

12 month 3 day.

Cake fried dough sticks, soy milk and tea eggs.

Lunch and dinner together, and a pot of stew for evening self-study.

……

School days are two o'clock and one line, and this is the way to go, and this is the way to go back.

From daylight to sunset, evergreen trees and deciduous plane trees are intertwined and dotted with time.

The wind in the morning and evening is getting bitter, and because of the freezing weather, the trunks of the trees are painted with white paint or wrapped with hemp ropes by the municipal garden staff.

In the past half of the semester, few people in the school have questioned how long the two bosses in Class [-] will continue to pinch each other. Every slight physical conflict will only be regarded as a childish and common "emotional communication method" between friends. ", no one doubts whether they are good friends, because the two are always together.

Occasionally go to school together and leave school together every day.

Let's walk together and try the new snack bar on the road together.

Fu Yuhan took a breath of warm air into his palm, accepted the last stroke, and closed the sketchbook.

"What were you drawing just now?" Wen Yu, who had just come out of the convenience store, asked while stuffing a cup of oden with hot soup into his palm.

Fu Yuhan took a sip of the soup calmly and said, "Customers who are going shopping."

A customer who saw him standing at the intersection writing and ran to queue up to buy oden for fear that his hands would be cold.

"...Okay." Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, "What time are you going to the examination room tomorrow?"

"The exam starts at 8 o'clock." Fu Yuhan said.

"Go here... I'll figure it out." Wen Yu lowered his head and thought for a while, "Then I'll pick you up downstairs at your house at 6:[-]?"

"Can you get up?" Fu Yuhan raised the corners of his lips.

Wen Yu: "If you don't get up, you have to get up."

Fu Yuhan tapped his fingers hidden in his sleeves to his palms lightly.

"Besides," Wen Yu glanced at him, "I made an appointment with the coach to learn how to drive at 10 o'clock."

"Okay," Fu Yuhan nodded, "Then...see you tomorrow?"

"No, I'll take you back."

"I won't lose it."

"What does that have to do with me sending you back?"

"... Forget it," Fu Yuhan breathed out lightly, "Just as long as you are happy."

So today, they still walk together after school.

Wen Yu arrived the next day as expected, with dark circles under his eyes.

Fu Yuhan still wanted to go to his house to pick up the painting tools that he had prepared in advance. He really felt that it was superfluous for him to run over to pick them up, but he didn't say anything.The two of them moved from Fu Yuhan's house to Wen Yu's house, took their things and then went downstairs to take a taxi.

Meizhou is the art vocational high school in the city, and there are many studios in the school that can be used as examination rooms.The two of them hadn't arrived at the place yet, and they had already seen a lot of vehicles picking up and dropping off the examination room from a distance.

The red banner welcoming candidates hangs above the gate, and the expectant parents wait anxiously, eager to see through.

Fu Yuhan never expected his parents to be there, and the lonely one didn't have any special expression on his face. Instead, Wen Yu looked at the scene outside the window and asked before he got out of the car: "I won't be back in time at noon, so I can't accompany you for dinner. Are you urgent?"

Fu Yuhan didn't expect him to say this, and was amused by him: "What do you think?"

Wen Yu usually pestered him to eat together.

Fu Yuhan didn't care much about several people eating.

"I just hope you won't be too disappointed because no one is waiting for you at the door." Wen Yu looked at him and said, "What time does it end in the afternoon?"

"4:[-]."

"I'll try to come back...come out and call me."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

Wen Yu: "What?"

"It's okay," Fu Yuhan shook his head, "Tell me to cheer?"

"Come on." Wen Yu looked at him seriously, "See you T."

"It's not yet time for the T University exam, you are too serious."

Fu Yuhan smiled slightly and wanted to get out of the car, but Wen Yu grabbed his wrist.

His hands are always a little hotter than his, maybe it's a difference in physique.

"T see you." Wen Yu repeated.

Fu Yuhan was slightly taken aback.

He thought for a while, then pulled out his hand, shook his head and said, "I won't tell you this now, I'll tell you when I'm confident before the exam for Major T."

Wen Yu pursed his lower lip.

"I'm leaving, bye." Fu Yuhan said and got out of the car.

He took his drawing board and painting box from the trunk, and like thousands of candidates, with a painting bag on his left shoulder and a box in his right hand, he stepped into the gate of the school of Meizhou Vocational College step by step.

It wasn't until the thin figure could no longer be seen that Wen Yu looked away, and said softly to the driver: "Master, XX driving school, please excuse me."

Wen Yu's driving course is very full, just to get his driver's license out early, but he still strives to return to the US before Fu Yuhan finishes his exam.

Because just by imagining it, he felt that the scene of a candidate who had just finished one of the most important exams in his life and walked out of the exam room but no one was waiting was a bit too tragic.

To be seductive, all you need is a glass of wine, a whisper in a deliberately low voice, and an ambiguous attitude.

But chasing people, he really didn't know what to do.

The most clumsy way is to show up every moment he needs him.

Wen Yu thought, after all, Yang Fan and Fu Yuhan have known each other for more than ten years. If they want to shorten the gap, they can only accumulate days and nights.

Wen Yu is tall and tall, even the simplest clothes look good on him.This day, he put on a long windbreaker and a low-key cashmere scarf to cover the lower half of his face, but because of his demeanor and youth that can be seen at a glance, the parents around him turned their heads frequently.

There was even a bored but enthusiastic mother who accosted him: "Young man, you are not an examinee?"

Wen Yu shook his head, raised his chin from the scarf, and smiled: "No, I'll wait...my brother."

His easy-going pretense of cleverness made the surrounding middle-aged women dazzled, and not long after, Fu Yuhan also came out with the box.

"Both brothers are so handsome!" exclaimed the mother who struck up a conversation.

"... What two brothers?" Fu Yuhan looked puzzled.

"I told them that I'm here to wait for my brother." Wen Yu smiled at him, and reached out to pick up his box, "Brother."

"...I can just take it myself, brother." Fu Yuhan actually accepted the stalk very cooperatively.

"Give me at least one box and painting bag." Wen Yu said, "Otherwise, I'll walk next to you empty-handed."

What's wrong with this, he's not a girl.

Fu Yuhan couldn't understand, so he pushed the box back to him.

Although that is heavier.

But anyway, Wen Yu can mention it if he likes it, he doesn't need to worry about it.

Wen Yu took the box and took Fu Yuhan to the car he had agreed in advance: "How did you do in the exam?"

"I don't know." Fu Yuhan said as he took out his phone and turned it on, "Anyway, I'm not too nervous, and I draw almost as usual."

"That's fine—how long will the score be out?"

"Like a week or two."

"I'll help you remember."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways, his eyes flickering slightly: "It's okay, anyway, the teacher will notify me to check the grades when I get the grades."

"Then let me help you remember not to conflict." Wen Yu didn't lift his head.

At the end of the exam period, there was a traffic jam and it was difficult to get a taxi near the US office. If Wen Yu hadn't booked a car in advance, they really wouldn't be able to leave now.

Fu Yuhan got into the back seat, and slowly sank into the seat, looking down at his phone.

Wen Yu put all his things into the trunk, and as soon as he got in the car, he heard Fu Yuhan say something: "Yang Fan started a group to discuss the Spring Festival."

"Huh?" Wen Yu tensed up inexplicably when he heard the name "Yang Fan". He was stunned for a moment before he realized what Fu Yuhan was talking about. Did you spend Chinese New Year at home?"

There were already six people in the group - Yang Fan, Zhao Tong, Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu, and Zhao Tong's two girlfriends who came last time. If I remember correctly, one is Song Ting and the other is Li Sisi.

"Nonsense," Fu Yuhan said casually, "If you're not at home, where are you going... What, don't you go home?"

"I'm just curious about how your family celebrates the New Year..." Wen Yu looked at his phone, "My family is simple, just three people. In the past... occasionally my dad would take me abroad for the New Year."

"What about this year?"

"Shall we just have four days of winter vacation?"

"I heard it is."

"Then my dad shouldn't bother me," Wen Yu paused at this point, "If he insists on going abroad, I will reject it."

"So capricious?"

"I don't want to go, let's talk about it," Wen Yu tilted his head, "If you fly abroad during the Chinese New Year, you won't be able to see you...you during the entire Spring Festival." Tool man, how can I run away."

"...Yes." Fu Yuhan pursed his lower lip.

His eyes shook a little, but he didn't say much.

Wen Yu looked at his profile, as if he thought of Yang Fan again, he was inexplicably unhappy, pursed his mouth and kept silent.

The chat in the group was in full swing.

Yang Fan: I have asked, there are many row houses on the mountainside of the West Mountain, all of which are for rent, and a rented house can accommodate many people.

Yang Fan: There are movies and billiards inside, and you can also set up a campfire and set up a tent for barbecue in the yard.

Fan Yang: [link]

Fan Yang: [link]

Fan Yang: [link]

Yang Fan: I think these sets are pretty good, and the price is right. I’ll just pay for the rent of the townhouse. Let’s eat and drink later, some of us boys?

Because Fu Yuhan and Wen Yu have been silent, Yang Fan @them, and Zhao Tong and her two girlfriends are discussing with Yang Fan which house is better to rent.

Fu Yuhan clicked on the link to look at the price, and said with a chuckle, "It's really not easy to fall in love, Yang Fan has lost all his money."

Xishan Townhouse is a well-known weekend place in this city, and the seventh day of the lunar new year is a popular tourist day, and the price remains high. A townhouse costs nearly [-] a night.

"Do you know how much money he has?"

"He adds up to fifteen thousand a month, including the money he usually spends eating out, and it takes a long time to save three thousand." Fu Yuhan said casually, "I don't know if I'm hungry."

"Tsk, virtue." Wen Yu was a little disgusted, and opened Yang Fan's private chat, "I'll help him pay part of the money."

The money spent on his girlfriend is not called money. In order to take care of his friend's self-esteem, but also because of his unexplainable sourness in his heart, Wen Yu only privately told Yang Fan to help him bear half of the room fee.

After finishing speaking, he replied in the group: Well, let's eat and drink boy A.

"Don't go out, I'll help you out." He said to Fu Yuhan while typing.

"It's okay." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "I have money."

"It's not easy for you to make money. The fourth brother told me that you work hard to take over the job." Wen Yu said, "I don't care... Anyway, it's my dad's money."

"But..." Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip and frowned slightly.

He didn't really want to talk about it, but Wen Yu was on the opposite side. After thinking about it for a while, Fu Yuhan met Wen Yu's gaze and said softly: "A while ago, my dad... called him for the living expenses he gave to my mother." Me, now I also have 'money from my dad'."

With an extra 3000 yuan a month, Fu Yuhan's life is much better.

but……

Wen Yu was taken aback: "Then he didn't urge you to move?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "Zhou Xiangyan told me that he hasn't been home much during this time...Maybe he didn't know that I didn't go?"

"What the hell is Zhou Xiangyan, why don't you tell him?"

"Then how do I know." Fu Yuhan said, "I'm even more surprised why my mother didn't ask me about it."

It stands to reason that Fu Xuecheng didn't give He Yan any money, so He Yan should be the first to find out.

She didn't know what happened recently, neither asked Fu Yuhan to go to the hospital to stay with him at night, nor caught him making trouble.

It might be better to say that during this period of time, Fu Yuhan had hardly seen her, instead, he bumped into Uncle Qin more often, but Uncle Qin always came and went home in a hurry, and the two of them didn't know each other very well, so they couldn't speak a few words.

"Don't think too much." Wen Yu rubbed the hair on the back of Fu Yuhan's head.

"Don't be fooled." Fu Yuhan dodged to avoid his sinful hand, while muttering, "It seems that it's time to cut your hair."

"Go together years ago? My hair has grown too." Wen Yu asked, "Wait until the final exam is over."

This year's Chinese New Year is very early, and the final exam is also very early.

Fu Yuhan suddenly realized that this semester was almost over.

Really fast.

He was stunned for a while, then whispered softly: "I used to wait for Yang Fan to cut my hair together."

"..." Wen Yu took a deep breath, and suddenly there was a burst of unexplained anger, "You—"

"Call Yang Fan up too." When the time comes," Fu Yuhan suddenly recovered, turned his head, and chuckled at Wen Yu, "'Friends' don't need to avoid suspicion."

He put the accent on the word "friend".

Since he intends to treat Yang Fan as an ordinary friend, there is no need to change the habit like this that has been carried on all the way from the past.

With the driver present, there were some things Fu Yuhan couldn't say directly, he felt that Wen Yu could understand him.

Wen Yu could indeed understand, but he was still very upset.

He looked at Fu Yuhan for a few seconds before squeezing out a word between his teeth: "OK."

That's what I said, but the anger that has already risen is hard to calm down. Compared with the love that has been flowing for more than ten years, it seems that it is still too little and too slow.

what to do-

In the group, Fu Yuhan followed Yang Fan's words.They were discussing the specific plans for the New Year, and every three sentences, Yang Fan would make a joke with Zhao Tong.

Openly flirting and cursing, I don't know what Fu Yuhan's reaction was when he saw it.

Wen Yu stared at the phone screen and thought for a long time, then clicked on Yang Fan's profile picture again.

He suddenly had a new idea.

Since he can't control Yang Fan's position in Fu Yuhan's heart, why not just get rid of Yang Fan first?

The conversation in the private chat was stuck on the last sentence sent by Yang Fan - "I formed this game for the sake of the world with Tong Tong, how can I ask you to pay? It's okay, I have saved enough money for this event. "

Wen Yu thought for a while and started typing.

Wen Yu: You know I'm not short of money.

Yang Fan: You can't say that!

Wen Yu: Isn't that Xiaohan's birthday?

Yang Fan: That's right, I thought that Xiao Han's birthday would be celebrated on the weekend of the seventh day of the lunar new year, so he must have a hard time at home.

Yang Fan: Hey, do you know the date?

Wen Yu: I asked him.

Yang Fan: Oh.

Wen Yu: Yang Fan, let me tell you something.Don't drink water, don't scream.

Yang Fan: Huh?

Wen Yu: I never told you that I am actually gay.

Yang Fan: ...Huh?

Wen Yu: It's a natural bend, you can't change it.

Yang Fan: ...

Wen Yu: Do you discriminate?

This time, Yang Fan didn't reply in a second.

Coming out was a big deal, even if it was sudden.Perhaps because he was thinking about the wording of his answer, Yang Fan resent the message after 2 minutes.

Yang Fan: No.I'm just... quite surprised, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this, and neither will Tongtong.

Wen Yu: Thank you.

Yang Fan: And why did you suddenly tell me this?

Wen Yu: Because I plan to pursue Xiaohan, theoretically, I should pay half of the room fee that day.

Yang Fan: ...

Yang Fan: …………………

Yang Fan:? ? ? ?

Of course Wen Yu knew what the other party was surprised about.

The anger not long ago turned into impulse and filled his mind. Wen Yu knew that he was not calm at the moment, but he didn't want to stop too much. The phone keyboard made a unique input effect sound with his fast-moving fingers.

Halfway through, Fu Yuhan looked at him inexplicably, probably because he didn't understand why this person suddenly seemed to be in an online battle with others.

Yang Fan: But the two of you pinched for two years?Fuck, I have persuaded him to get along with you several times?

Yang Fan: And Xiao Han...is he gay?

Yang Fan: Brother Yu, you two are my buddies, I shouldn't say anything about feelings, but this matter...

Wen Yu: I know what you mean, I can only assure you that I will not break him deliberately.

Yang Fan: Hmm...

Wen Yu: I have grown up so much, but I have never really liked anyone, but I am serious about Xiaohan.Even if he can't accept it, it will definitely not affect our friendship.Also please help me keep it a secret, don't tell Xiao Han.

Yang Fan: ...

Yang Fan: I am suffering in my heart right now.

Wen Yu: It depends on who is more important to you, Xiaohan or me.

Yang Fan: ... Is it too late for me to choose Tongtong?

Wen Yu: Of course I don't mind.

Yang Fan's choice of Zhao Tong means to be high-spirited, which is basically the same as what Wen Yu said, "Help me keep it a secret".

Yang Fan: Of course you don't mind!

Yang Fan: Damn, why, gays can’t get back together, right?

Yang Fan: Then...there are so many men, why does it have to be Xiaohan [抱头.jpg]

Wen Yu: Don't you know how good he is?

Yang Fan: ...

Yang Fan didn't reply, and he didn't even speak in the group.Fu Yuhan, who knew nothing about it, reported in the group the progress of the task that Yang Fan had given him before——

Fu Yuhan: I made an appointment with Banhua in our class, and she said that she would help me to make an appointment with a few more girls, depending on how many you need.

Zhao Tong: Let's be more natural... at least three, right?My parents would not suspect that girls make up an even number, but it would be strange if only one girl came out of the three of you.

Fu Yuhan: Okay, I'll ask her again later.

Zhao Tong: Thank you?

Fu Yuhan: What about boys?Do you need to call another one and make a double.

Fu Yuhan: @杨豪?

Zhao Tong: If you have something, just call it out. I think this house has seven or eight rooms, enough to sleep.

Fu Yuhan: Good.

Song Ting: Let's call some handsome guys, Qiu Lijiao! !

Li Sisi: Save our single sisters! !The dog food for those two people was full! !

Fu Yuhan: ...I will try my best.

Yang Fan pulled Chu Lei in, and only spoke after pulling.

Yang Fan: The two said that they would not be able to come back to their hometown on the weekend of the seventh day of the seventh day. Xiaohan, if you call Banhua, please bring her in too. Let's talk first.

Fu Yuhan: Good.

When Fu Yuhan went to pull Xu Qianyi, Yang Fan finally replied to Wen Yu in private chat.

Yang Fan: Brother Yu, I've been thinking about it for a long time. I have no experience in this matter, but don't do things that make Xiaohan feel sorry.He is a dull gourd, he doesn't talk about many things, I hope you don't bully him.

Wen Yu: I won't.

Wen Yu: Besides, Xiaohan is not that delicate... Do you think he is someone I can bully at will?

Yang Fan: [Sad face.jpg] You two have been in the same class for so long, don't you know if he bullies you or not.

It is true that Fu Yuhan has a bad temper.

But he is really responsive to the people around him, and he rarely gets angry, like rambutan, which is full of thorns on the surface, but you can only see the soft and full inside when you peel it off.

One bite, rich and juicy.

If you get along with him for a long time, you will sink into——

Wen Yu suddenly laughed.

Also.

Wen Yu: Okay, I promise.

Maybe Yang Fan might not be able to understand his tone at this moment, but Wen Yu was extremely solemn when he typed these four words.

Yang Fan: Well, then I will trust you once.

Yang Fan: I will pretend that I don't know.

Wen Yu: Thank you.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yuhan glanced at the people around him again, "After typing for a long time and not talking in the group, are you arguing with someone?"

"No, just something to say." Wen Yu smiled, "I'll crawl down the chat history."

Chu Lei is a rambunctious virtuous person, and when he entered the group, he was the first to be rude, saying that Yang Fan didn't pull him into the group immediately, he must have disliked him, etc. But Fu Yuhan just pulled Xu Qianyi in, and introduced a sentence in the group, "This is our Banbanhua", Chu Lei immediately forgot the grievances with Yang Fan, and had nothing to say to Xu Qianyi.

Chu Lei: Young lady, my name is Chu Lei, an innocent little boy in the third year of middle school, let’s make friends~~

Zhao Tong: [vomit.jpg]

Fu Yuhan: [vomit.jpg]

Fu Yuhan: @xuqianyi, don't mind, my buddy is an idiot.

Xu Qianyi: It's okay, I don't think you have many normal friends... Get used to it.

Fu Yuhan: You are also my friend.

Xu Qianyi: I admit that I am not normal.

Fu Yuhan: Then you win.

Chu Lei:?

Chu Lei: How do I feel about you two... emmmm, brother Han, can you bring in some young ladies who have nothing to do with you?Pity me, the heart of glass that Yang Fan, an evil animal, repeatedly feeds me dog food.

Fu Yuhan: I have nothing to do with our sister Qian.

Xu Qianyi: How dare I have a relationship with our Brother Fu.

Chu Lei:?

Chu Lei: I feel that I have been hurt again.

Yang Fan: Lei'er, can you give Yizhong a sigh of relief.

Yang Fan: It's really embarrassing for you to look like this.

Zhao Tong: @徐卉怡 Sorry, don't mind, we are really normal people [cover face.jpg]

"Chu Lei is really..." Wen Yu couldn't stop laughing after reading it, "He really has a reason to be single."

Fu Yuhan also had a smile on his face: "But to be honest, I think he and Xu Qianyi might be a good fit."

"How to say?"

"They are all serious people on the surface," Fu Yuhan said casually, "Maybe we can see each other when we go out to play together this time?"

"Why didn't I know you were still working part-time?" Wen Yu said while typing.

"That's all I said." Fu Yuhan smiled, "I haven't solved my own emotional problems yet. Who will force Chu Lei to grow old?"

Wen Yu: "..."

Gee.

Wen Yu: @刘雷, be normal, don't scare people away.

Fu Yuhan: I scare you away to ask out girls.

Chu Lei: ...I made two brothers wrong.

Xu Qianyi: [laughing.jpg]

Xu Qianyi: By the way, @Fu Yuhan I also made an appointment with Ge Ran, is it okay?

Wen Yu was startled, and turned his head to look at Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan: Whatever.

Fu Yuhan turned his head: "What?"

Wen Yu shook his head, thought for a while and asked, "You still remember that Ge Ran is interested in you, right?"

"Sun Wenrui hated you very much at first, not only because you were acting aggressive when you first came, but also because Chen Mengxian liked you." Fu Yuhan said, "But look, she didn't tell you, and she soon lost interest."

"Do you think Ge Ran likes you because of your face?"

"Whether it's true or not," Fu Yuhan turned his head, lowered his eyes, and his voice was very soft, "She didn't say it, so I just pretend I don't know, right... It's impossible for me to be with her."

When the car arrived, Wen Yu let out a "hmm" and pushed open the door to get out of the car.When the taxi drove away, he asked in the howling wind: "Then what if she said it someday?"

"Then reject her." Fu Yuhan raised his face and looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "You are getting more and more strange, I thought Yang Fan, let it be if you don't like it, I don't care if girls like it. Christmas Christmas is coming, why don't you drive back all the girls who came to give me apples?"

Every Christmas Eve, the seniors who come to Class [-] to deliver apples are a sight to behold.

"It's not impossible." Wen Yu nodded.

"I'm sick," Fu Yuhan smiled for a long time, "You think you won't receive it yourself? You are handsome."

The ending sound was softer than the lingering cold wind, colder and harder than the heating at home, with a certain special smell, and Wen Yu was gently hooked.

"At that time, I will give you a box first, and see if you will laugh at me." Wen Yu said, "Go to my house for dinner?"

"Well," Fu Yuhan answered as a matter of course, "Didn't I go to your house to eat recently?"

Wen Yu has an aunt to cook for him. It is cleaner and fresher than the outside, and tastes better than the roadside shops. In addition, it would be a waste if he doesn’t go back to eat. Before, he went home to eat every day.

After forcing Fu Yuhan to accompany him to eat, Fu Yuhan finally didn't have to eat gutter oil takeaway anymore.

"Don't be in a hurry to go back after dinner," Wen Yu thought for a while and said, "Watch two movies with me."

"If you don't study hard in the third year of high school, why do you always find movies to watch?" Fu Yuhan was helpless, but he didn't refuse, "Don't be addicted, Brother Yu."

"I have nothing to review."

"What about your country?"

"It's still early for the final... besides, I reviewed it at school."

The two walked home while talking.

Before the final exam, Christmas Eve is the last holiday for students to stimulate their hormones this semester.

Because New Year's Day will be a holiday, and on Christmas Eve, everyone is at school——

In fact, if Fu Yuhan hadn't reminded him, Wen Yu would have forgotten the existence of this festival, but since he said it, he really took two boxes of apples to school that morning.

The target was too big, and was almost stopped by the security guard, who had to explain it before bringing it in.

Fu Yuhan was taken aback by him: "Are you really giving it away?"

Wen Yu opened the fruit box, found the biggest, reddest and plump apple, put it on Fu Yuhan's table, and said with a sneer, "How is it possible, I'll give you two boxes, can you finish it?"

That must not work.

"Then why do you buy so much?"

"Can't I give it to someone else?" Wen Yu looked at him, and suddenly lowered his voice, "Or do you think I must give it to you when I buy something?"

"..." Fu Yuhan opened his mouth.

"Just kidding, I'll give you everything else." Wen Yu smiled, stretched out his hand and poked his cheek naturally, "If you can't finish this, forget it——I want to pick something nice for you, so I just bought it." Two boxes...the rest I decided to benefit the people."

"...Huh?" Fu Yuhan rubbed the back of his hand where Wen Yu had poked him, with a subtle look on his face.

Wen Yu carried the box to the direction of the podium.

Then, he put an apple on the desktop of everyone in the class.

In this way, his behavior of giving apples to Fu Yuhan didn't seem so strange, and the class didn't have any doubts about the apples on Fu Yuhan's table after they arrived at school.

Although the juniors who came to give him apples were all politely but coldly sent back by him.

But everyone in the class had an apple, so no one noticed, but Fu Yuhan's apple was very beautiful, as if someone picked it out specially.

On the day when the joint entrance exam was scored, the art teacher sent Fu Yuhan a WeChat message. Fu Yuhan checked the score on his mobile phone in his desk pocket, and Wen Yu sat beside him.

92 points.

"How is it?" Wen Yu, who had been looking at him all the time, asked softly when he raised his head.

Fu Yuhan showed him the phone screen.

"...Is this good or not?"

"Hundred points system." Fu Yuhan said.

Although Wen Yu didn't understand art standards, he also knew that a score of 92 on the [-]-point scale was not low, so he ticked off a smile: "Congratulations...but why don't you seem so happy?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "It's better to say I was an accident."

This provincial art joint examination, the highest score is 98, only one, 97 points tied for second with three people, 96 points five people.

With a score of 92, the number of people had broken through three digits. Fu Yuhan ranked 168th in the province, and there were dozens of people with the same score, and the rankings were tightly held.

But at the same time, the passing score is only 65, and the gap between the upper and lower limits is huge.

He thought that he hadn't received much art training, and that he could get a score that would allow him to go to a good school.

For example, 80 points.

He didn't expect it to be 92 points.

The news reached the art teacher, who congratulated him and told him that his habit of drawing and playing when he had nothing to do in the past helped a lot.

Drawing is a magical thing.

Maybe I often feel the bottleneck, but looking back, I will find that persistence is meaningful.

His previous love ended without a problem, and persistence did not bring him any gains, but a small