Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

a long time.

Fu Yuhan threw off the quilt, straightened his waist like a fish, and sat up: "Hiss..."

He wanted to turn on the bedside lamp, but when he moved his thigh casually, he felt pain. He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Wen Yu, I'll kill you."

"What's wrong?" Wen Yu touched his arm and sat up, "What are you doing?"

"Turn on the lights."

"I'll do it." Wen Yu walked over him and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light instantly illuminated the room. Fu Yuhan looked down, and there was indeed a red color visible to the naked eye on his thigh, and there were some white things standing upright, like barbs.

That's the peeled off skin.

"I'll kill you," he grinned in pain, gasping for breath, "the skin is broken."

Wen Yu leaned over: "Let me take a look."

"Don't look," Fu Yuhan was annoyed when he saw him now, and pushed his dog's head away, "Get some paper for me! It's so dirty!"

"...Oh." At this point in time, Fu Yuhan would listen to everything Wen Yu said. He got off the bed and said as he walked out, "I can't see that you still have a cleanliness."

"Is this a matter of cleanliness!" Fu Yuhan growled.

Moreover.

He felt that he was wronged—the one who was usually more picky was Wen Yu, wasn't he?

Wen Yu came back soon, and brought Fu Yuhan a pack of toilet paper, hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls and gauze.He threw the paper to Fu Yuhan, squatted down beside the bed: "Shall I give you medicine?"

"Go take a shower first." Fu Yuhan glanced at him, "Look at your sweaty head."

Wen Yu smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry, you are more important."

This should be a very touching sentence, if Fu Yuhan hadn't been bullied by him just now.

Fu Yuhan didn't bother to talk to him, he just wanted to clean himself up and take a shower.

"I still need to apply the medicine," Wen Yu squatted there and looked carefully, "Although there is no bleeding, the skin is a bit severe."

"Because of who?!"

Fu Yuhan stared at him angrily, and saw Wen Yu squatting beside the bed, smiling at him with his head up: "My fault, I'm sorry."

Those eyes were brightly illuminated by the bedside lamp.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

When it was over, he felt that this person seemed to be acting like a baby.

Fu Yuhan has a soft temper rather than a hard temper, and he can't stand someone like this, let alone a boyfriend.He curled his lips and muttered, "Go ahead, please."

"What's the trouble?" Wen Yu smiled and opened the bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

Soon after--

"Hmm!!...Wen Yu...do I have any grudge against you...?" Fu Yuhan pulled the bed sheet with difficulty, narrowing his eyes in pain.

"Hydrogen peroxide disinfection hurts." Wen Yu felt a little distressed seeing him like that, and said softly, "How about I be gentler?"

"Forget it," Fu Yuhan shook his head, "Go to the bathroom, just fall down and take a shower."

"...Isn't that more painful?"

"Anyway, I have to take a shower after disinfection," Fu Yuhan grinned, "Hiss... long pain is worse than short pain."

From this aspect, Fu Yuhan is really a hero.

It's just that the location of the injury is not suitable for walking - he crawled out of bed while twitching, and was hopped into the bathroom by Wen Yu's support.

The school bully student Fu felt that he was not so embarrassing when he grew up. Fortunately, there was only Wen Yu by his side, so he could barely bear it.

After entering the bathroom, Wen Yu took off the inner cover of the hydrogen peroxide, and poured it directly on Fu Yuhan's wound.Fu Yuhan bit his lip, clenched his fists, and restrained himself from screaming.

"It hurts?" Wen Yu screwed on the bottle cap, and when he turned his head, he saw a new layer of cold sweat oozing from Fu Yuhan's forehead under the fluorescent lamp, and he couldn't help wiping it off with his hand.

"You try?" Fu Yuhan said with difficulty, pushing the person out, "Go out——don't you learn to do housework? Change the bed sheet and quilt cover."

"...Oh." Wen Yu was pushed staggered by him, and walked out step by step.

And his cruel boyfriend had closed the bathroom door.

"Hey," Wen Yu muttered as he walked out, "Throw it away when you're done using it, I'm really a toolboy boyfriend."

After finishing speaking, the "tool man" hummed an out-of-tune tune, shook his head and went into the house to do coolies.

Wen Yu has a good brain and learns things quickly. Changing the bed sheets is no longer as jerky as it was when he was doing work for the first time. He quickly tidied up the room and sat with a thin blanket on to wait for Fu Yuhan to finish washing.

In the dead of night, there were very few new news on the phone, and Wen Yu felt bored after flipping through it a few times.

For some reason, I remembered the words Fu Yuhan said.

"A number in the address book that can be dialed at any time."

He moved his gaze lightly, then softened immediately, smiled, opened the address book, and changed the name of Mr. "Ready to Pick" to "Domestic".

Then added his domestic cat to the whitelist——

"Allow incoming calls while in Do Not Disturb".

Wen Yu was satisfied.

However, at this moment, Fu Yuhan's cell phone, which was casually placed beside the bed, rang.

At first Wen Yu was taken aback because he thought he had dialed by mistake, but after a second, he realized that he had dialed correctly, and that someone had indeed called Fu Yuhan near three o'clock in the morning.

He leaned over and took a look, it was an unfamiliar number.

The phone rang for a while, then disconnected, and then rang again after ten seconds.

Not a typo.

Wen Yu thought for a while, and wrote a set of rhetoric in his mind that "Fu Yuhan accidentally fell asleep while making up lessons at my house", reached out and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

There was no sound from the phone.

"Hello?" Wen Yu frowned—it was three in the morning, was it a prank?

Just when he was thinking about whether to hang up the phone, a timid female voice sounded from the other end: "This... Isn't this my brother's phone?"

Wen Yu was startled: "Qin Xiaolu?"

He heard Fu Yuhan mention this name.

The female voice gave a short "ah": "Who are you?"

"I'm Fu Yuhan's...classmate," he paused, "Fu Yuhan can't answer the phone right now, what can you do?"

"I..." Qin Xiaolu seemed to be hesitating, and said intermittently, "I want...to see, to see him."

"Where are you?"

"The canteen by the river, brother knows."

Wen Yu thought for a moment: "Do you mean to ask him to come and find you?"

"I...I don't have any money, so I borrowed the phone from the store." Qin Xiaolu said, "I have to pay for it."

Wen Yu: "..."

About this younger sister, Fu Yuhan seldom mentioned it, Wen Yu only knew that she was always sick.

Although I don't know why this girl is not in the hospital or going home in the dead of night, but in some "shop by the river", Wen Yu vaguely remembers that Fu Yuhan doesn't hate his sister.

Because of this, he didn't hang up.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Yu said to her, "Wait a minute, I'll call Fu Yuhan."

"Thank you."

Wen Yu got up, walked out with his mobile phone, and pushed open the bathroom door——

Fu Yuhan had just finished washing, and walked out naked to put on his clothes, when he was startled by his sudden entry: "What are you doing?"

Although it is not shy, but this kind of "candid meeting" really makes people feel uncomfortable.

Wen Yu didn't have the heart to tease him, and handed over the phone: "You have a phone."

"Who?"

"Your sister."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He stood up straight, didn't bother to put on his clothes, and took the phone from Wen Yu's hand: "Hello, Deer?... Where are you?...Now?"

His watch was unloaded on the bedside, and he couldn't read it now, so he asked Wen Yu, "What time is it?"

Wen Yu showed him his mobile phone——

2:59am.

Fu Yuhan was a little speechless.

"Can you tell me, why are you not in the hospital at this time?" He asked angrily, "How did you get out, does Uncle Qin know?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and after a while, there was a burst of suppressed crying.

"I ran out by myself... Brother, I don't want to be treated anymore."

The situation was urgent, Wen Yu didn't even bother to take a shower, the two hurriedly put on their clothes and were ready to go out.

Fu Yuhan's injury would rub off whenever he walked, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't walk, so Wen Yu squatted down in front of him before going out.

"Come up." He looked back, "I'll carry you on my back."

Fu Yuhan was slightly surprised.

"It's all my fault after all," Wen Yu smiled, "I'm always responsible, right?"

After thinking about it, Fu Yuhan jumped on his back: "Aren't you uncomfortable if you don't take a bath?"

"Come back and wash it," Wen Yu carried him out, locked the door, and kicked the key into his pocket, "Anyway, carrying a wife is also sweating—"

Fu Yuhan slapped him on the back of the head.

"Riverside" refers to a river that passes through this area. According to Fu Yuhan, the small shop is very hidden on the only way from Wen Yu's residence to Fu Yuhan's house.

Although we don't know how Qin Xiaolu escaped from the hospital, she probably hid there because she dared not go home.

"Uncle Qin told me that he hired a nurse to work in shifts, so he might sleep at home at night?"

In the early morning of deep winter, the air was damp and cold. Fu Yuhan put his head on Wen Yu's shoulder, and while listening to his breathing, he said, "It's understandable for the little deer not to dare to go home."

"You two have a good relationship?" Wen Yu tilted his head slightly, and put his cheek against his face, "I thought you had nothing to do with your sister."

"It's true that there are not many contacts..."

"Then why did she come out to look for you in the middle of the night?"

Fu Yuhan was silent for a while: "Maybe it's because I'm handsome."

"..." Wen Yu laughed, "That's really handsome."

The commissary is not too far away. Wen Yu walked there in ten minutes. He has good physical strength, and he didn't seem to be panting after carrying a big man with long hands and long legs all the way.

At the door of the store, Wen Yu put Fu Yuhan down.Fu Yuhan took two steps with difficulty, poked his head into the shop: "Xiaolu?"

A small head poked out from behind the shelf.

Qin Xiaolu's fluffy yellow hair was messy, her face was pale and sick.But when she saw Fu Yuhan, her eyes lit up, and she stumbled towards the door.

"Don't run," Fu Yuhan frowned, "You can't run."

Qin Xiaolu stopped suddenly, and opened her big moist eyes.

"Come over slowly." Fu Yuhan said, and looked back at Wen Yu, "Excuse me, can you pay the phone bill?"

"Kiss me?" Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

Fu Yuhan choked on him: "I owe you first."

In the middle of the night, there was no one by the river at all.

Although Qin Xiaolu was walking this way, there were a lot of sundries piled up at the door of the store, and the outside of the store could not be seen beyond the range of the glass door.

Wen Yu didn't want to "owe", he grabbed Fu Yuhan's collar and pulled him away, and pecked heavily.

Fu Yuhan said helplessly, "Can we go?"

"Yeah." Wen Yu raised his head slightly, and walked into the store with dignity.

Qin Xiaolu finally walked to the door: "Brother."

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Yuhan looked down, and found that her eyes were a little red, and the crying that came from the receiver not long ago was not an auditory hallucination.

Qin Xiaolu looked at the dusty concrete floor, perhaps because of the cold weather, the ground looked colder than usual.

"I don't want Mom and Dad to be so tired anymore," she said softly. "Mom cried that day and broke things. It was terrible. Later, Dad told me that Mom was sick."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

Uncle Qin said it lightly before, and he thought that He Yan was just suffering from a minor illness, but this sounds... like a mental problem?

"They said that my mother is out of her mind and crazy. She must be like this because of me." Qin Xiaolu said, "Dad hasn't had a good rest recently, and he has white hair on his head. He is obviously not old. The next bed My brother told me that my father was too hard."

Fu Yuhan reached out and touched her head, tidying up her messy hair.

"But I... probably can't be cured."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yuhan said, "Are your parents working so hard to see you give up on yourself?"

"But I was born like this, brother," Qin Xiaolu raised her head, the corners of her eyes were red again, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes, "I have been treated for so many years, but it is useless. They were discussing sending me to the imperial capital a while ago. I went to the hospital and said that the medical conditions there are better, but the cost is very high. Brother, I, I know that I have spent a lot of money on my family these years. They don’t have that much money, so they can only work non-stop and spend Take time to take care of me, even you can't go to school with peace of mind, I... I'm a burden... I'm useless at all... woo woo woo..."

"Don't cry." The coat on Fu Yuhan's body belonged to Wen Yu, and he reached out his hand to find the wrapping paper in his pocket. He hurriedly took it out to wipe Qin Xiaolu's tears, "I told you not to worry, we still have a house at home. The big deal is to let them sell the house, part of it will be used to treat your illness, and part of it will be exchanged for a smaller one, what a big deal.”

"But, there is no suitable organ to replace..."

"There will always be some waiting." Fu Yuhan said lightly, "Don't cry, the doctor told you not to have violent mood swings."

In fact, Qin Xiaolu waited for a suitable heart for seven years, but never got it.

His words were nothing more than feeble consolation.

But maybe because his indifferent aura was too bluffing, Qin Xiaolu managed to control her emotions a little bit because of his words.

After Wen Yu paid the bill, he bought two cans of hot coffee and a box of hot milk in the store, and stuffed the coffee into Fu Yuhan's hands.

"Besides," Fu Yuhan brought hot milk to Qin Xiaolu for him, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "I don't know anything else, He Yan is definitely not sick because of you, you don't want to blame yourself for everything, originally It’s just that my health is not good, and I put mental pressure on myself every day.”

Qin Xiaolu raised her head.

"She was not right very early," he said. "If you want to say it, you need to go back to before my father divorced."