Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Wen Yu put his arms around him.

Hugging is a magical thing, especially the hug of a lover, which makes people feel physically and mentally ironed.Wen Yu put his chin on Fu Yuhan's shoulder and rubbed it lightly: "Actually, it's okay, I don't really want to cry, I just... want to explain to you."

It's not that he doesn't believe in Fu Yuhan, it's just a habitual self-protection.

The "fairy love" that he believed in since he was a child has become a fantasy. From that moment on, he seems to no longer believe that human beings can overcome their own inferiority in this regard.Granted he's a very smart guy and realized his problems early on, but...it's hard to correct.

There seemed to be a broken part in his body, he could see it, but he had no clue about healing, he could only watch the black hole rot, decay, and black silt flowed out of it.

In order not to scare people, and because of his father's request, he carefully used what he thought was a perfect disguise to keep others away thousands of miles away.

There was a throbbing throbbing in his heart, and there was a slight pain, Fu Yuhan hugged him tighter.

He wanted to apologize to Wen Yu, saying that he had misunderstood him; he also wanted to comfort him, but unfortunately he couldn't think of a suitable explanation.

In the end, he still didn't say this, and rubbed Wen Yu's neck and whispered: "I will be with you, Brother Yu, try to believe from me."

"Really?" Wen Yu said, "But I'm a terrible person. I'm petty, dark, and vile. I often try to bully you in different ways. Maybe you'll find that I'm not what you imagined after getting along with me for a long time. Well, you will be scared away by me..."

He didn't finish, because Fu Yuhan's body twitched, and a muffled laugh came out of his nasal cavity.

"why are you laughing?"

"Brother Yu, we have known each other for two and a half years." Fu Yuhan said, "We have been classmates for half a year, and we have been together for a long time."

"..." Wen Yu opened his mouth, and suddenly realized that time flies so fast.

"Although it's a good habit to 'be courteous first and then fight', you are really not as bad as you say." Fu Yuhan smiled lightly, "Wen Yu, you are a very good person, special, special, special, very good."

Wen Yu trembled, his lips murmured: "Compared to... Yang Fan?"

"..."

Fu Yuhan leaned back, glanced at him by the dim light of the small lamp in the room, and sighed helplessly: "Brother Yu."

"I'm sorry." Wen Yu lowered his eyes, "...I should have believed you."

Yang Fan is a very nice person, otherwise Wen Yu wouldn't be friends with him.

He understood, but the uncertainty in his heart still made him ask that question.

"Now you are my boyfriend."

Knowing about Wen Yu's mother, the "hate that iron cannot be made into steel" in his heart suddenly turned into distress and understanding. Fu Yuhan silently thought, "If this is the case, then I can only do a little more", and opened his mouth .

"You are the one who is with me, you are the one who accompanies me every day, you are the one who took me in when I was homeless... There are too many, Brother Yu. When I need someone to save me , Yang Fan is not here, you pulled me out of despair."

Wen Yu raised his eyes.

As Fu Yuhan spoke, his eyes were a little sour - counting the past few months, he suddenly realized that Wen Yu had left traces in his life forcefully and clearly.His eyes were red, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he said each word in a hoarse voice: "The day you came to No. [-] Middle School, I invited you to the empty building. It happened to be evening when you came."

The orange-gold sunset light, as always, passed through the windows on the other side of the first floor of the empty building, and landed at Wen Yu's feet.

The first time Fu Yuhan looked back at him, he was stepping on the light.

The whole person is fluffy.

On that day, Fu Yuhan, who had been habitually denied many times by his mother, was denied again his most important hobby. The three boxes of old portraits that were sold as waste paper were the last straw on the camel's back. When he was sitting in the empty building, For a few seconds, I thought about dying.

Then he saw the glowing figure.

Perhaps that picture gave Fu Yuhan some inspiration, even though Wen Yu provoked him verbally, his mood was much better than when he was sitting alone.

Still want to live.

I still want to draw.

I still want to... fight this person for several more years.

"For me, you walked in with the light. I seem to have lived alone for a long time. Yang Fan is very kind to everyone. I am not that special. Moreover, he can't understand my sexual orientation. Before , in the dead of night, I feel... I am always alone, my world is black, even though I try to paint a lot of colors, they can only live on paper.”

"I don't know if you can understand how important it is to have a number in the address book that I can call at any time."

Wen Yu was slightly surprised.

He even shut down the phone all night because of anger... Thinking in another way, if he were Fu Yuhan, he would definitely beat himself to death.

"Some things I can only say once, it's too fucking shameful." Fu Yuhan smiled with tears in his eyes, "I fell in love with you by myself, not because I couldn't catch up with Yang Fan, nor because You like me, you are not Yang Fan's candidate, you have to remember."

"Xiaohan..." Wen Yu hugged him and kissed him on the side of his neck.

"I just have such a little light, I must catch it." Fu Yuhan buried his head down, tugged at the hem of his sweater, and said softly, "Brother Yu, I really like you."

Wen Yu didn't speak any more. At this moment, any words seemed weak, only touching, hugging, and kissing could express his emotions.

He's an asshole, through and through.

Because of weakness and complacency, he never dared to make more temptations, and made himself a prison for himself.

Fortunately, they did not miss each other.

Because Fu Yuhan was so brave and sincere, he let go of all the past, mustered up the courage, and walked towards him wholeheartedly.

The kisses fell like drizzle, thin and dense, lingering, the breath of the two intertwined in the small space, this was a hint that there were only the two of them here.

Fu Yuhan's tears finally came back, he felt that he was really ashamed during this time, and wanted to cry more times in one month than in the previous ten years.

But carefree.

Deposited emotions are poison that chokes the throat, and only when they are plucked out can a new life be seen.

When he kissed back, he rubbed against the foreign object on Wen Yu's neck, his memory came back instantly, he sniffed, and asked suspiciously: "Speaking of which, when did you wear this glue ball as a necklace?"

"The weekend you gave me," Wen Yu said, "Fifth brother is a handmade silver jewelry expert. I went to his shop and picked up a black rope—fortunately, you made something to wear a rope to save me from looking for him." Helped."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Wear the gift you gave me around your neck? What's the difference between telling you and confessing." Wen Yu gave him a blank look, and was a little embarrassed after speaking, "After all...you have rejected me several times before."

"I thought you were joking." Fu Yuhan said, "Besides, I didn't understand it at the time."

"It's okay," Wen Yu hugged him, "I thought I was joking when I said that."

He used to be unable to speak a few words of truth, who knew that it was a heart with blood.

"Then... on your mother's memorial day, do you want to spend more time with her?"

"No, it's okay. I used to come to see her and talk to her when I was in a bad mood." Wen Yu smiled when he said this, "But in fact, she is a very cheerful person. If she is alive, she must be impatient to listen to me. Spit black mud."

"I can listen to you." Fu Yuhan held his hand.

"You have to listen if you don't want to," Wen Yu said, "I am a very annoying person. Are you not running now? You have no chance, let me tell you."

Fu Yuhan laughed sullenly for a long time.

"I won't run," he said, pecking Wen Yu's mouth, "don't let me go either."

"Don't let go, I said in the morning that I won't let go again." Wen Yu said.

Facts have proved that rubbing hands together is really time-consuming. No wonder the ancients said, "The spring night is bitter and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early from now on."

When the two of them came out of the small dark room, the soup and sweet potatoes on the table were mostly cold.

"Do you still want to eat?" Young Master Wen was a little disgusted with the cold food.

"Eat," Fu Yuhan sat down, "I'm so hungry, I can't read without eating."

Wen Yu: "..."

Damn, he actually forgot that Fu Yuhan still needs to read.

In the past, I wanted him to go to T University just because of itching.

Now, Wen Yu will go crazy if he imagines that the two of them will not be in the same school in the future.

In order to live a happy life in the next four years, he decided to endure his closeness with Fu Yuhan.

The two ate roasted sweet potatoes and auntie's soup, Wen Yu volunteered to clear the dining table and sat down with Fu Yuhan.

It was not easy for her boyfriend to fish when he was reviewing. After finishing his homework, he had nothing to do, so he took out the competition golden question set that Zhou Wenkang gave him, and pondered it slowly.

Senior high school students don't go to bed early, but Wen Yu is not the type to study hard. He never advocates overworked study. At one o'clock in the morning, he glanced at the wall clock and pushed Fu Yuhan with his fingers: "Stop reviewing, go take a shower, you should Go to sleep."

"Huh?" Fu Yuhan subconsciously glanced at his left wrist, "Ah, it's so late."

The floor heating was turned on in the room, and he was only wearing a thin sweater, his thin wrists with clear knuckles were exposed, and the dial studded with stars shone brightly in the light of the desk lamp.

Wen Yu felt that he was a little sick, and he was inexplicably satisfied when he saw the deliberately selected couple's gift on the other party's body and didn't take it off.

He licked his teeth lightly: "Yes, go take a shower."

"Wait, I haven't figured this out yet." Fu Yuhan said, "I'll go after I figure it out."

"Which question?" Wen Yu leaned over, wrapped his arms around his waist from the side and back, and breathed hot breath against his ear, "May I help you?"

The deliberately lowered voice came from the boyfriend's mouth, and it was one o'clock in the morning at this moment.

In the dead of night, there was no one around.

Fu Yuhan felt that he was a man with normal bodily functions.

He covered his burning ears and ran into the bathroom: "Don't read it!"

Wen Yu laughed and fell down in the living room.

What Fu Yuhan said earlier seemed to give him a reassurance.

He took away the extra quilt that was specially brought out to entertain Fu Yuhan, and after the two of them had bathed successively, they got into the same quilt with his boyfriend.

Finally being able to hug and sleep together openly, Wen Yu was a little excited. He touched Fu Yuhan's waist and sniffed lightly back and forth behind the other's ears, side of the neck, and the nest of his neck.

Even with some damp hair protruding on Fu Yuhan's face, his nose was itchy enough.He couldn't bear to push Wen Yu's head out: "You are a dog."

"Xiaohan," Wen Yu sniffed, "will you always take a bath with me from now on?"

"Ah?" Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

"I wash the clothes here too." Wen Yu said, "I've been meaning to say this for a long time, I don't like your smell."

"..." Fu Yuhan blinked, a little dazed, "Do you want to eat the vinegar from the shower gel?"

"I just like you to use the same taste as me, no matter what." Wen Yu grabbed his hand and lightly bit the tip of his index finger, "As I said, I am both dark and dark." It's bad, if you don't make up your mind..."

Fu Yuhan pulled his finger back, and said with a light smile, "What a big deal, and I didn't say I disagreed - did I turn off the light?"

"Ah."

"Good night." Fu Yuhan pressed the bedside light switch.

Wen Yu touched it quietly: "Not good night."

"...? Don't you just say nothing?"

"Just kiss you a few times."

It's just that this night is so long, he can still kiss for a long time.