Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Ge Ran returned to his seat in a trance.

She was so in a trance that Xu Qianyi looked back at her several times.

"Why, being rejected is such a big blow?" She leaned over and whispered.

Ge Ran shook his head blankly: "I seem to know something important..."

Xu Qianyi happened to be eating breakfast with a box of yogurt in her mouth.Hearing this, she raised her brows lightly, and said teasingly, "What's the big deal? You found out that Wen Yu and Fu Yuhan are a couple?"

Ge Ran's dazed eyes widened suddenly: "You know?!"

"...I just guessed." Xu Qianyi drank the yogurt, "Really? I thought they were weird before... No wonder Wen Yu went out. What about them?"

"They..." Ge Ran murmured.

The two of them were in a dark corner of an empty building with no lights and the sky was hard to shine directly.

Two slender figures overlapped each other, the veins on the slender necks were faintly visible, and the fiery breath had a clear presence in the cold air.

Wen Yu firmly pressed Fu Yuhan's shoulder, turning the lingering lingering into a superficial kiss.

Moist and light.

He bit his lips, kissed between his teeth, touched the other's drooping fingertips with his hands, inserted them between his fingers, and clasped his fingers tightly.

Compared with his rapid breathing and eager movements, this kiss seemed too cautious.

Fu Yuhan seemed to be dumbfounded, he didn't move for a while, he just passively accepted the other party's bite.

Wen Yu kissed him for a while, held his hand tightly, and quietly backed away a little, watching him with a smile: "You didn't push me away."

"I..." Fu Yuhan managed to find his voice, and whispered, "I want to push it away."

Wen Yu's gaze sank, and his fingertips subconsciously loosened.

"But I don't want you to misunderstand." Fu Yuhan looked down at the hands they held together, "I don't want to push you away because I hate you, I'm just... a little angry."

"Why are you angry?" Wen Yu asked, "To be honest, I still don't know why you are suddenly angry... are you against me?"

Fu Yuhan rolled his eyes at him.

"I was wrong, there is no way you would do such a naive thing." Wen Yu changed his words politely, "Why is that?"

Fu Yuhan lowered his head and thought for a while.

"The box of stars...is some of my old paintings. I specially folded them and brought them there, just to burn them." He whispered, "There is no such thing as 'I want to give it to Yang Fan but dare not give it', you think too much .”

A piece of rectangular sketching paper was cut into two pieces, the square piece was stacked with eight-pointed stars, and the rest was torn into long strips and stacked with other stars, unknowingly accumulating a large can.

Wen Yu was taken aback.

Old paintings...?

"What old painting?" His voice suddenly trembled slightly, and he subconsciously clenched Fu Yuhan's hand.

"It's just some old sketches that don't know the so-called beginning and end." Fu Yuhan looked up at him, "Hey, Brother Yu, you kissed me, so you have nothing to say to me?"

Wen Yu squeezed his hand and was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Does the old sketch refer to... Yang Fan?"

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

"I saw it by accident..." Wen Yu raised his head, and hurriedly explained the next moment he saw Fu Yuhan's eyes clearly, "I didn't read it on purpose, really, I just took out a book from your drawer and flipped through it that day. I thought it was draft paper..."

"...Forget it, see it when you see it." Fu Yuhan smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, that's right, it's the old painting of Yang Fan."

He paused for a while when he said this, and suddenly sucked his nose, and when he spoke again, his voice was filled with a bit of indescribable sadness: "That was all a picture I imagined. Come out and draw a picture. As a result, I went out with him once, only to realize that I have always drawn his nose a little longer, and the eyes are not quite right." He chuckled, "Actually, he doesn't grow at all. The way I see it in my mind."

A secret love is like an invisible villain picking up a paintbrush in the mind, memories are the paper, and as the days go by, the painting becomes more and more beautiful.

Looking back, I realize that the reality is far from the beautification in the brain.

But it's all over.

"Is this the only thing you want to say?" Fu Yuhan glanced at him after finishing speaking.

Wen Yu was silent for a while.

Seeing him like this, Fu Yuhan's mouth twitched, and he raised his leg and wanted to leave: "Then I'm leaving."

"Hey, don't," Wen Yu pulled him back, "Xiaohan! Stay with me!"

Fu Yuhan looked down at him holding his hand, silent.

"No." After a while, he said, "I'm still angry."

"What are you angry about?" Wen Yu was helpless.

"You asked me if I wanted to be with you before. At that time, I thought you were joking, but later I found out that you were serious."

"You already found out?" Wen Yu was taken aback, "Then why didn't you say it?"

"I didn't say it because I found out that you were serious." Fu Yuhan raised his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, "I haven't tidied myself up, so even if I ask, what response can I give you?"

On the night of the coming-of-age ceremony, I thought about asking, but after thinking about it, it was unnecessary.

The other party is serious, how can he not be serious.

Wen Yu was dumbfounded - he had no idea that Fu Yuhan had thought so much.

"During this time, I bought a new sketchbook and drew you. I don't want to draw the same thing. Yang Fan's paintings are all imagined by me, but the paintings about you are all 'diaries'." Fu Yuhan frowned. Lips, eyes floating elsewhere, voice indifferently, "I was where Yang Fan was, and I burned all the paintings I drew... For me, this is a 'ritual'——"

He took a deep breath, "'I tidy up, I want to be close to you.'—but you... Wen Yu."

He finally turned his eyes back and stared at the other person, with a hidden reddish circle around the corner of his eyes.

"You would rather be jealous and sulk than ask me more questions, then I want to ask you—"

"Since you all like me, why don't you trust me more?"

"Xiaohan..." Wen Yu grabbed his hand, eager to say something.

"Is it difficult to tell me that you are jealous? Oh, if you like someone one-sidedly, you will never be rejected if you never say it. You are almost invincible. I understand this feeling. This is how I survived." Fu Yuhan Yi Yan, "That's right, after all, I have rejected you several times before, and I deserve it—it's just that I thought that we were together every day, and you could at least feel that I wasn't so indifferent..."

The voice became lower and lower, and Fu Yuhan finally couldn't continue.

He sniffed lightly, turned and left.

Wen Yu came back to his senses, rushed forward and hugged him from behind——

"Let go!" Fu Yuhan frowned, trying to pull away his two iron-like arms.

While struggling, his palm touched a hard object that felt cold to the touch. He looked down and saw an almost identical watch on Wen Yu's wrist, which should be a pair with the one given to him.

The winter □□ is heavy, he hid it in his sleeve before, but Fu Yuhan didn't see it.Like that glue ball necklace he's been wearing for who knows how long.

Wen Yu is always like this, doing everything in secret, unwilling to ask for credit.

Then again, is it "unwilling" or "dare not"?

"Don't let go!" Wen Yu gritted his teeth, "I know it's wrong, Xiaohan, it's my problem, and you've been wronged... Shall I change my career? You told me to drink less and live a more real life. I'm trying to listen!"

Fu Yuhan paused.

"But you would rather buy a couple's watch secretly than say a word." He looked down at Wen Yu's hand, and said coldly, "Let go!"

"Don't let go," Wen Yu said, "I won't let go, I won't let go again, even if you beat me to death, I won't let go!"

Fu Yuhan was so angry that he rushed to his mind, and Fu Yuhan really gave him a backhanded elbow without thinking too much.

He didn't keep his strength this time, but Wen Yu, who has always had a strong reflex nerve, didn't hide, and suffered from his blow.

"Hiss—you really hit me..." Wen Yu instinctively arched his back after being hit in the abdomen, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.He slowed down, let go of his arms and said, "Okay, if you hit me to relieve your anger, hit me, I will never hide—as long as you don't go away."

Fu Yuhan turned his head and stared at him with fists clenched.

Wen Yu spread his hands to him, his face defenseless: "Come."

The young man's mellow and moist voice, the cool and humid air in the morning, the strangers jogging in the distance, and their occasionally peeking eyes when passing by.

Fu Yuhan narrowed his eyes, raised his fist and walked over.

Wen Yu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and prepared for a blow.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, until he was in front of him.Fu Yuhan raised his hand——

Then he hugged that tall and straight figure in his arms.

Wen Yu froze for a moment, then opened his eyes, his eyes were blank for a moment.

He has a narrow waist and is usually hidden under the clothes propped up by his broad shoulders, which makes him look unexpectedly delicate.

Like a fragile soul hiding in a hard shell.

Fu Yuhan buried his face down, sniffing the smell on his clothes.

The man used sandalwood-scented laundry detergent and cypress-scented shower gel. His whole body was soaked in woody fragrance, like a tree, cold and restrained.

In fact, he is obviously a very soft person, but unfortunately no one is willing to peel him off layer by layer——

Onion?No, the smell is not that strong.

Fu Yuhan thought, this person is probably a coconut essence, when cracked open, it is clear and sweet.

"Xiao Han?"

Wen Yu's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but also as if confirming, "Xiaohan?"

"Here." Fu Yuhan's ears were itching from his shout, "What do you want me to do?"

"Raise your head up." Wen Yu hugged his thin body back, sniffing at the hair around his ear, and kissed the tip of his ear and the side of his face with his lips, "This way I can't kiss you."

"Just don't kiss me." Fu Yuhan avoided his annoying movements and moved his forehead to the side.

"That won't work." Wen Yu thought for a while, "Let me go."

The two can kiss without sticking together.

He thought beautifully, but Fu Yuhan didn't understand at all, and floated over coldly: "Do you really want me to let go?"

There seemed to be a deep meaning hidden in the rising tone, Wen Yu choked on him, and blurted out with his intuition: "No."

He paused for a moment, his mind, which had been dazed by the hug, cooled down a little, and a sentence hidden in his heart quietly emerged.

"Don't let go of me," he said, "stay with me..."

Fu Yuhan smiled lightly twice, and stretched out his hand to hug him even tighter.After a while, he turned his head and tried to place a light kiss on Wen Yu's neck.

He said softly in the faint fragrance of cypress: "Brother Yu, you have to trust me more, don't be afraid, since I decided to stay, I won't go."

Self-protection that keeps others away from thousands of miles away can be called "mature" or "cowardly".

Opening up to accept the magnanimity of the world can be called "naive" or "brave".

Wen Yu is a coward, he wants to pull him to stand up.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes: "This is the fourth request you made of me...I will work hard to change it."

"What are the other three?"

"Be real, drink less," Wen Yu smiled, "and learn to do housework."

"..." Fu Yuhan wanted to laugh a little, "Then did you do the housework?"

"If you come to my house tonight, I can make the quilt for you."

"... Nervous." Fu Yuhan thumped him, "Let's go, we're going back."

The bell for the start of self-study has already rang not long ago, and the jogging students on the playground have already left, and only occasionally young teachers who have no class to exercise pass by.

"Xiaohan!"

The arms around Fu Yuhan's back tightened, Wen Yu forcibly pulled him back, inserted his right hand into the short hair that felt good on the back of his head, and kissed him again, "Wait a while before going back..."

"Well……"

The two hugged for a while before leaving. There were no morning exercisers on the playground. The sun had risen completely, and the playground was full of golden light.

The snow has melted and today is a fine day.

The two walked on the plastic track one after the other.

"What's the matter? Why are you unhappy?" Wen Yu followed him one meter away, and said helplessly, "Didn't I just tell you to come to my house at night? You used to live there, what do you say?" Why don’t you want to go when it’s open? Can’t you just stay with me?”

Fu Yuhan stopped and looked back at him.

Wen Yu chased after him and stood in front of him.

They have already left the empty building, on the playground, public areas, places where people will come at any time, he can't directly surround him.

But his body unconsciously wanted to get close to his new boyfriend. His entire upper body leaned forward, as if he was about to fall on him at any time: "Didn't you say you won't leave? Stay with me so what."

Strange to say, his tone was not fluctuating, and his expression was very natural. Fu Yuhan thought he was acting like a baby.

Fu Yuhan thought for a while, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "It doesn't matter if you live at your house, but..."

Wen Yu said lazily, "Huh?"

"I have class tomorrow, Brother Yu." Fu Yuhan reminded him tactfully.

Wen Yu froze for a moment, then tilted his head and smiled with a poof.

After a while he said: "Where are you going, I can't do anything, okay? Today is Valentine's Day, you can't justify it when you go home?"

Fu Yuhan sighed: "Okay."

He vaguely felt that he seemed to be on a thief ship——

Good morning self-study, because the two of them missed the absurd things they did in the empty building, Fu Yuhan didn't have time to feel sorry for his missed English listening, and he was scolded by the English teacher when he walked to the door of the classroom.

He didn't know how to explain it, and he was suffering from the pain of his head.

Wen Yu clutched his stomach and came up from behind him: "Stop scolding, Teacher Yu, my stomach hurts, and Fu Yuhan was late because he accompanied me to the infirmary." He pointed weakly at his forehead, "Look, I'm in pain. For the sake of sweating, you must have walked around us."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

I always feel that after talking, Wen Yu seems to suddenly become more shameless than before, and he should not be able to do such miserable things in the past——

Lao Yu stared at his ruddy lips, unwilling to believe that he was sick: "You really have a stomachache? What happened?"

Wen Yu: "I was beaten by a pig."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Hey this guy, didn't you just punch him with an elbow, did you hold grudges like that?

Teacher Yu was startled: "...what?"

"Oh no, I mean," Wen Yu twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty, pretending to be in excruciating pain, "the pork in the morning was ruined."

"You should pay attention to your health in the third year of high school." Teacher Yu looked anxiously, scanning the whole class, "You too, it is best to eat at home, clean and refreshing, and don't bother with reviewing at ordinary times, go out for a walk when you have time, exercise! Don't take the exam Before I arrived, my body collapsed first. As for you—" he pointed at Wen Yu, "Be careful, you've been late several times in the morning recently, don't just learn from Fu Yuhan!"

Fu Yuhan's eyes widened, and he looked at the English teacher in astonishment: "I haven't been late and left early recently, have I?"

"You came on time today?" Lao Yu embarrassed him.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fu Yuhan couldn't express his suffering, so he could only roll his eyes towards Wen Yu.

Fortunately, with Wen Yu's misfortune, the two entered the classroom smoothly, but there were a few people in the class who looked at them a little strangely.

As soon as they got back to their seats, Fang Jiayuan and Sun Wenrui quietly turned their heads and asked, "Brother Fu, Brother Yu, are you two going to play? It's so early."

"...Why play ball." Fu Yuhan looked at them calmly.

"Otherwise, what else can you do, are you doing morning exercises?" Fang Jiayuan looked suspicious, "Look at you two sweating profusely."

In mid-February, the last tail of winter, the temperature is less than ten degrees——

What else could the flushed face and the visible sweat on the forehead be from strenuous exercise?

Fu Yuhan felt a wave of heat rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He stretched out his fingers and pointed to the front, raised his chin, and tried to maintain a cold and arrogant attitude: "Turn back and stop asking about my affairs."

"...Oh." The two little poor men made faces and turned back.

Wen Yu laughed silently and fell down on the seat, Fu Yuhan was so angry that he kicked the leg of his armchair.

asshole.

He had always known that Wen Yu had a bad personality and had a thick skin, but he never expected to be so thick.

For this reason, he ignored Wen Yu all morning.

Asking for half a month's leave, there is a lot of homework to make up, but fortunately, the painting can be put on hold for a while, Fu Yuhan tried his best to regain his messy thoughts and immerse his attention in his homework.

It might take several days just to sort out the test papers owed for half a month. He was busy, so he didn't leave his seat at noon as before.

"Don't-go-eat-meal-?" Wen Yu dragged his voice, acting like a baby.

"You go by yourself." Fu Yuhan's attitude was indifferent, his eyes were fixed on his paper all the time.

Wen Yu pursed his lips, took out a notebook for drafting, tore off half of it and began to write.

【Do you want my paper? 】

He gently placed the small note on the corner of Fu Yuhan's table.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, but ignored him.

Wen Yu took the note back and wrote the second line.

【You drew me, can you show me? 】

Fu Yuhan still ignored him.

Wen Yu wrote the third line.

[I know that you need to correct mistakes. I have taken notes on the homework, test papers, and all the questions I have talked about in the past half month. If you ask me, I will give it to you. 】

This time, Fu Yuhan's eyes were glued to the note, and he didn't move or make a sound.

This note sounds a little tempting.

"Tsk, I'm such an unromantic person. When it comes to notes, I will react." Wen Yu muttered, reached out and wrote down the note directly on Fu Yuhan's desk.

[It’s okay if you don’t ask me. 】

[Show me the sketchbook. 】

The word "well" can make Fu Yuhan get goosebumps all over his body in the cold weather.

At this time, the voice of the boy in the class came from the back door: "Brother Yu, are you going to eat?"

"Eat!" Wen Yu responded loudly, but his gaze remained on Fu Yuhan's face.

"It's quite normal for you to talk to them, why is your tone of voice so disgusting when you talk to me." Fu Yuhan gave him a disgusted look, keeping his eyes ajar, "Sketches...I'll show you at night, don't show it in school."

"Why are you so shy..." Wen Yu smiled and shook his head, took the note into his palm and rubbed it, took out a thin notebook from the drawer and threw it on his desk, stood up, "What do you want to eat? .”

"Seafood fried noodles." Fu Yuhan looked up at him.

"How about seafood fried noodles after 5 minutes?" Wen Yu was speechless, "Do you think I can snatch it?"

As the signature dish of the No. [-] Middle School canteen, it was almost gone as soon as it hit the shelves.

"I believe in you." Fu Yuhan stared at him, with the most ordinary expression and the slightest voice, in front of the boys at the back door, said something to Wen Yu that only he could hear, "—— After all, my boyfriend is the best."

Wen Yu: "..."

The fucking man was born to beat him.

"Brother Yu!" The boys shouted again.

"Here we come," Wen Yu gave Fu Yuhan a deep look, and ran towards the door, "Let's go, the cafeteria!"

"Fuck, why are you running so fast? It's too late!"

"Grab noodles!"

Fu Yuhan snorted and turned his head.

The sunlight fell on the glass roof of the longitudinal corridor on the fourth floor diagonally opposite, forming a dazzling beam of light.

A smile spread silently on Fu Yuhan's clean brows and eyes soaked in the sun, like a spring breeze blowing, melting ice and snow.

He was just talking about it, but Wen Yu actually bought him a "limited edition" seafood fried noodles.

Fu Yuhan was startled: "How did you do it?"

"Good luck." Wen Yu said.

A boy who went to the cafeteria with him followed up, shaking his head and exclaiming: "Don't mention it, I have never seen such a cheap man as Brother Yu."

Fu Yuhan: "?"

"Let me tell you, Brother Fu, don't you serve seafood fried noodles from time to time? Brother Yu waited at that window for 15 minutes, and told the five girls in front of him that he couldn't eat seafood fried noodles. I can’t review it with peace of mind. Finally, take this face, yes, just this one,” the boy pointed at Wen Yu’s face, “I went to show off to the aunt who ordered vegetables at the window, and I just asked him to give him a big order!”

Seafood fried noodles are so popular that the aunt at the window often refuses to give more and wants to sell more to a few people.

Fu Yuhan was stunned by his series of operations.

After the boy left, Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "You said that, how can I not be sorry for that sentence?"

"You really..." Fu Yuhan smiled lightly, his eyes lingered on the bag of seafood fried noodles for a few minutes, and then he opened the noodles and started eating.

Wen Yu thought he was thinking something at first.

Who knew that Fu Yuhan didn't continue to read the paper after eating the noodles, but took out a sketchbook and turned to the latest page.

Holding his breath, he watched Fu Yuhan write a few words on the upper left corner of the sketch paper——

2 month 14 day.

Then, he sketched out a bag of seafood fried noodles at a very fast speed.And when Wen Yu thought this was all, he saw that Fu Yuhan continued to draw a small figure sleeping on his stomach next to him.

The ups and downs of mood and intense physical exertion drained Wen Yu's energy in a short period of time. When the first get out of class was over, he borrowed 10 minutes between classes to catch up on sleep after a long absence.

The more familiar the person, the easier it is to observe the subtle differences in the face, so it often happens that someone points to the picture and says "this looks like XX", but the acquaintance of XX is confused.

This is especially true when looking at oneself, it is difficult for people to find their own shadow on a drawing.

But Fu Yuhan's painting was so similar that... when the head was outlined and the tip of the pen reached his arched back, Wen Yu had already recognized that he was drawing him.

"This is your 'diary'?" Wen Yu leaned over and asked softly.

"Well," Fu Yuhan said, "I think if I persist in painting for ten years, I can give you a big gift on your 28th birthday—what do you think?"

Wen Yu opened his mouth.

He is really a bit cheap, he thinks.

Hit by the huge touch and excitement for a moment, his first reaction was not to burst into tears, but how to tease him.

"Why don't you paint for the rest of your life?" Wen Yu asked teasingly, "Do you want to be lazy?"

Fu Yuhan's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He looked very calm, and he didn't look at Wen Yu, but just focused on painting.

"It's not impossible," he said, "but what I draw are all real parts, as a model..." He glanced at him lightly, "You have to follow me all the time."

There is nothing wrong with it.

Wen Yu was simply too happy.

"It's an honor," he saluted exaggeratedly, "My little prince."

It seems that just chatting with each other, the sun turned to the west.

The temperature gradually dropped, and before leaving the classroom, Wen Yu put the scarf around Fu Yuhan's neck.

"Don't forget," he said.

"No." Fu Yuhan shook his head, with a natural attitude, as if he was used to it, "I've been wearing it for a few days, how could I forget it."

So Wen Yu laughed.

He walked over to help Fu Yuhan carry the painting box on his back, picked up the painting bag again, and tilted his head towards the door: "Let's go."

"En." Fu Yuhan stuffed the last test paper into his schoolbag and followed him away.

……

"Tsk, this sour smell."

In the classroom, Xu Qianyi watched the two leave, shook her head in disgust, turned her head and said to Ge Ran, "I don't believe you if you tell me that the two of them are not together."

"Actually, I don't know if they are together." Ge Ran poked his head and whispered, "But it looks like a good match?"

"You don't seem very sad?"

"Sad, I'm so sad that I'm dying." Ge Ran replied to his best friend calmly and calmly, "But what can make people feel happier than knocking on cp?"

Xu Qianyi: "...you are right."

People can confess their love and be rejected, or they can lose love.

But the knocked CP must be married.

……

The two had already walked out of the school gate.

The evening self-study had just ended, and the school gate was full of students returning home, with heavy winter clothes and scarves covering half of Fu Yuhan's face, and no one noticed that the two big men were walking past him side by side.

"I'm hungry." Fu Yuhan muttered suddenly.

"Auntie should have stewed the soup." Wen Yu glanced at him, "You still want to eat something else."

"I smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes." Fu Yuhan lifted his head up, exposing the tip of his nose to the scarf, and sniffed, "Did you smell it?"

"I smell it." Wen Yu was helpless and funny, "Your nose is really sharp, that store is far away."

Fu Yuhan rolled his eyes: "Then you have smelled it too, why are you talking about me?"

"Then do you want to eat?"

"Think about it, otherwise what would I do if I said it."

"Then let's go." Wen Yu paused and changed direction, "It just happened that I suddenly remembered to buy something—go here."

They went another fork in the road.

This road doesn't follow the direction home, so even though Fu Yuhan knew there was a lot to eat here, he never came here on non-weekend days.

The dim streetlights elongated the shadows of the two of them.

Fu Yuhan is a painter, and sometimes he would stare at something in a daze while walking, it is said that he is "observing the shape and color of things", Wen Yu knows his habit, and usually doesn't talk to him at this time .

At most, lead him when crossing the road, so as not to crash.

It was the same today, when he was about to reach the corner, Fu Yuhan recovered from the long shadow and asked, "By the way, what do you want to buy?"

"A little thing." Wen Yu said.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

Fu Yuhan always felt a little uncomfortable about hiding something innocuous, but Wen Yu had already promised him during the day that he would get rid of this habit, so he decided to put up with it.

Turning the corner, there were more students on the side of the road.In the middle of the night with heavy schoolwork, the consumption of brain cells is huge, and the students are prone to hunger. At this moment, there are many people gathered in every shop selling snacks and meals on the street.

The two of them walked forward for a while, and finally saw the roasted sweet potatoes that were fragrant for miles.

There are five people in line.

"You wait here for a while." Wen Yu said and walked towards the next door, "I'll be back after I do some shopping."

Fu Yuhan opened his mouth, but didn't call him.

The place he walked to was a deserted flower shop.

It was past ten o'clock, and it was winter again. Normal flower shops would have closed long ago, but this shop was still open.

Fu Yuhan is not a very affectionate person, but apart from Wen Yu being so bored that he bought him a bouquet of roses late at night on Valentine's Day, he really couldn't think of a reasonable reason to go to the flower shop.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Wen Yu to come out of the store with a handful of simple perfume lilies in his hand.

"Why did you buy this?" Fu Yuhan stared at the bouquet of flowers.

Wen Yu glanced at him and pursed his lower lip: "You'll know later."

His expression was very calm, without any embarrassment, hesitation or sadness, so that Fu Yuhan didn't see why after watching it for a long time.

"...Wouldn't it be for me?" He lowered his voice.

"No," Wen Yu shook his head, then glanced at him again, "Or do you like flowers?"

Fu Yuhan expressed his resistance with a shiver.

He likes growing flowers and is willing to travel a long way to see a mountain of spring scenery, but he is not sensitive to this kind of gift flowers that wither in a few days.

It was rare that Wen Yu didn't tease him, and didn't nastyly propose to buy him another bouquet of flowers.

Fu Yuhan bought a huge sweet potato and walked back holding it.Passing by the flower shop, he glanced inside curiously: "Speaking of which, isn't this shop closed so late?"

"Well, one day I passed by here late at night and found that it was not closed, so I went in and asked." Wen Yu smiled, "The boss said that he has a mine at home, and opening a shop is just a hobby. If he is in a good mood, he will keep it open for a longer time."

"Then how do you know he's open today?"

"Because today is Valentine's Day." Wen Yu said, "The boss said that flower shops should be opened for this kind of day."

"It sounds like the owner of the store is quite interesting..." Fu Yuhan said, and looked towards Wenyu. Under the streetlight, the other side's profile was deep, with distinct features, and his eyes were partially immersed in the shadow cast by his bangs and eyebrow arches. A little more gloomy for no reason.

He didn't say much.

Fu Yuhan looked at him for a while, and suddenly had a strange intuition——

Wen Yu seemed to be in a bad mood.

He recalled what happened in school all day today, but he couldn't figure out why, so his eyes naturally fell on the bouquet of lilies.

"Wen Yu."

"Ok?"

Wen Yu turned his head, just in time to see Fu Yuhan lift his eyelids, those black and white eyes focused on him, and he was the only one in his eyes.

He liked seeing Fu Yuhan look at him like this, so he smiled: "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to tell you, I thought of you when I was taking the exam outside, and I brought you back a lot of special products." Fu Yuhan said, "It's too heavy, and I don't want to drag the suitcase to school."

"Then I'll pick it up at your house on weekends?"

Fu Yuhan nodded.

Wen Yu's complexion finally looked better, and he was very satisfied.

Wen Yu's house was not far away, Fu Yuhan walked in with his roasted sweet potatoes in his hands, put down his schoolbag, took off his coat, went into the kitchen familiarly, found a bowl, broke the sweet potatoes into two pieces and put them away, then went to look at the rice cooker.

A pot of Dangshen and black-bone chicken soup was warming in the rice cooker. He picked out a few pieces of meat, took out two bowls, and took them to the living room.

"Brother Yu?"

When Fu Yuhan came out of the kitchen, he saw Wen Yu's coat, schoolbag, his painting box and painting bag...but he didn't see Wen Yu himself.

"What about people..."

As he spoke, he put the soup bowl on the dining table and walked to the bedroom: "Wen Yu?"

The small door next door, which had always been locked, opened suddenly, and Wen Yu poked his head out from inside.

Fu Yuhan was taken aback by him: "Brother Yu?"

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "I wanted to explain to you during the day, but I don't know how to say it."

"Explain what?"

"Explain me... why I annoy you so much." Wen Yu smiled.

"When did I hate you?" Fu Yuhan was puzzled.

Wen Yu shook his head: "I mean, 'I don't believe you'."

Fu Yuhan looked at him.

"Come in." Wen Yu hooked his fingers at him and stepped back a little.

As his body moved away, the small door revealed a dark gap, like Pandora's box, waiting for the next unlucky ghost to enter.

Fu Yuhan's eyes trembled slightly.

This is Wen Yu's secret.

He thought for two seconds, without further hesitation, walked over and pushed open the door——

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

The moment he just entered, Fu Yuhan didn't see anything clearly, only heard Wen Yu say by the door: "There is no headlight here."

"Where's the little lamp?"

"Little lamp... Yes," Wen Yu paused, "Wait a minute."

Wen Yu once described this room as "a dream".

Fu Yuhan has seen him bring in a broken disassembled machine, and he has also seen him take out a laptop that no one has seen before, so Fu Yuhan always thought that this was his "toy house".

In fact, it is not much different from the toy house—the moment his eyes were about to adapt to the darkness of the room, Wen Yu went to the corner and turned on a small light, so Fu Yuhan could clearly see the ocean ball pool that almost occupied half of the room in front of him .

On the surrounding shelves, there are figurines, projectors, game consoles of various brands, TVs, desktop computers, notebooks, old movie discs... this small second bedroom is filled to the brim.

A narrow passage was left between several museum shelves, leading to the other side of the room.

That little half was empty.

There was a low table on the ground, and the lamp Wen Yu lit was on the low table. It was a desk lamp for homework.

A bag of half-used toilet paper was placed randomly on the table, apparently the owner of the room would come in from time to time.The bouquet of perfumed lilies was casually placed on the table, propped against the wall.

And on the wall behind the low table, there is a big picture that stands upright.

Full color, half body, front view, a woman smiles gently at the world.

For a moment, Fu Yuhan thought he had hung a Mona Lisa.

But soon he realized that it was not, this woman and Fang Wanjing have five