Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Wen Yu felt that his often cynical heart had never been so peaceful, and he fell asleep with tenderness——

Then I was woken up by pain like killing a pig.

"Hiss..." He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger due to lack of sleep with difficulty, and asked through gritted teeth, "Fu Yuhan, are you taking revenge on me?"

It felt like he hadn't slept for long, Fu Yuhan twisted his inner thigh and forced him to get up.

"It's 6:44, brother."

In the darkness of the room, Fu Yuhan lit up the screen of his mobile phone, placed the huge time display on the lock screen in front of Wen Yu's head, and tapped it twice with his slender index finger.

Then he paused, as if aggrieved: "Besides, the muscles on your thighs are so hard...I don't think my hands hurt yet."

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu was depressed for a while, probably digesting the bad news of "I just lay down and it turned out to be an hour and 44 minutes later". Then he stretched his arms, got out from under the quilt, and grabbed Fu Yuhan's right hand with his eyes closed. , pinching his fingers and rubbing: "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately, why are you so delicate." Fu Yuhan chuckled lightly and pulled out his hand, "Get up, I, a disabled person, have finished washing, if you don't mind me, we will be late again."

"Still disabled?" Wen Yu glanced back at his legs while putting on his clothes, "Isn't it better?"

"It's much better, but it still hurts a little." Fu Yuhan said, "I guess it will take a long time to go to school today."

Although only a few hundred meters away——

"Call a car, I'll finish washing soon." Wen Yu got out of bed in a hurry.

"Call a car for a few hundred meters, will the driver think we don't like him?"

"It doesn't matter, just add some money and you're done." Wen Yu has already rushed into the bathroom at an extremely fast speed, "Use my mobile phone—"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

It is true that Young Master Wen was considerate enough and even considered the issue of payment, but Fu Yuhan still did not move.

He packed his schoolbag and sat quietly in the living room.

"Did the car call?" Not long after, Wen Yu came out of the bathroom.

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "I can't open your phone again."

Wen Yu was taken aback.

"Besides," Fu Yuhan glanced at the wall clock, "I think it's still too late."

"What?" Wen Yu picked up his phone and quickly unlocked the screen.

There are still 7 minutes before 10 o'clock, Fu Yuhan's speed is too late for a ghost.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yuhan looked up at him with his usual calm and indifferent tone, "Carry me to school?"

"..."

Wen Yu clicked on the phone a few times, and pointed the camera at Fu Yuhan's face: "Turn your head."

Fu Yuhan saw that it was a necessary verification link for adding FaceID permissions.

He moved his head following the prompt on the screen, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll check your phone?"

"Theoretically, I don't like other people touching my things." After Wen Yu finished speaking, he suddenly paused, glanced at him again, and his voice suddenly became softer, "...but you are already in my 'private territory' Isn't it?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yu's expression was quite normal, but his tone seemed to be shy, which was really fun to watch.

"Then," Wen Yu put away his phone, "Let's go? Carry you to school—as long as you don't feel ashamed."

"What's there for me to be ashamed of? It's not your shame that you carry me?" Fu Yuhan spoke eloquently.

The reason seems to be such a reason, Wen Yu deeply thinks so.

The boy's head can be broken, but he must never lose his head, but after thinking about it carefully, he thinks it's no big deal to carry a daughter-in-law to school.

No one would think of them as a couple, but only as a play between good buddies.

There's a bit of stolen intimacy in the illusion of the world—

Is there anything happier in this world than "stealing love" during the day?

No.

Wen Yu quickly put on his coat, handed Fu Yuhan his schoolbag, and brought his shoes from the door.

He squatted down in front of Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan naturally put his arms around his neck.

They just go out.

When going downstairs, Fu Yuhan passed a mobile phone screen from behind: "Turn your head."

Wen Yu was stunned, smiled and passed the FaceID permission verification, and then took long legs——

Despite their haste, they were still a little late when they arrived at school.

Fortunately, the morning school bus that the teacher took was a little late today, and the head teacher hadn't appeared when they slipped into the classroom door.

It's just that the overly unrestrained posture caught the attention of the students in class six.

Ge Ran, who was usually in charge of recording late arrivals, was startled by the appearance of the two and shook his hands, touching Xu Qianyi's shoulder: "I think they are real."

"You're right," Xu Qianyi nodded, "So are you going to let them go?"

"No, I have to ask about the situation." Ge Ran turned his head and raised his voice, "Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu, what's the situation with you two?"

Wen Yu was a bit subtle about this "rival in love" who was not an opponent, and answered before Fu Yuhan answered: "Report to the monitor, Brother Fu's leg is injured, so he can't walk fast."

"So," Ge Ran twitched the corners of his mouth, "Did you pick him up in the morning...or did you two live together last night?"

Fu Yuhan had only come out to Ge Ran the day before, and this question made him feel hot from behind his ears.

"What are you talking about, monitor?" Wen Yu said "you're teasing me", and smiled lazily, "I just saw Brother Fu walking to school like a turtle crawling on the road, and I just wanted to do him a favor. It's not about being late. Is it?"

"Oh, that's it." Ge Ran's eyes flickered, "Then, when you came in, were your names recorded by the shift on duty?"

"No, we came in from the reception room. Brother Security let us go for Brother Fu's sake."

"Then I won't remember you guys. Tomorrow...don't be so late tomorrow."

"Thank you, Captain."

Finally, the surprised gazes were retracted one by one, Fu Yuhan heaved a sigh of relief, and said to Wen Yu in a low voice: "I have never liked your pretense so much."

If it weren't for Wen Yu's ability to see people telling nonsense, he really didn't know how to respond to Ge Ran's words just now.

Wen Yu glanced at him and smiled: "Can you delete the last five words and say it again?"

"..." Fu Yuhan pulled out a notebook and threw it over.

The white paper flew apart, hit the person, and closed again.

Both were startled.

Fu Yuhan regained his senses and reached out to grab it: "Give it back to me—"

"There's no reason to take back what was given to me." Wen Yu quickly dodged it, reached out and looked through it, and saw a jar of coffee that looked familiar.

The mark on this page is——

12 month 11 day.

On a very ordinary day, the boy brought his deskmate a can of hot coffee for warming his hands, and an ordinary canteen lunch.

"I thought I got five three..." Fu Yuhan was a little embarrassed, "Give it back to me."

"Why won't you give it to me?"

"..."

"Huh?" Wen Yu turned his head.

The bright sky light came in from behind Fu Yuhan, illuminating Wen Yu's soft eyebrows and eyes.

This person, the person he likes, the real soft person covered by the prickly inside under the soft appearance, the coconut essence that belongs to him like a sandwich biscuit, is watching with a three-pointed smile he.

In fact, this is a very ordinary morning self-study, regardless of the year or season, the weather is not bad, they are a little late but not too much... an ordinary time.

Fu Yuhan was suddenly touched by this scene.

"What I said before was not entirely a joke. I originally planned to save it for the summer and give it to you on your birthday as a birthday present. Besides..." Fu Yuhan said, "I am a little embarrassed to draw these for you to see."

Wen Yu: "What's so embarrassing..."

Fu Yuhan interrupted him: "Just stay like this, don't move."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Wen Yu's face without moving, and he quickly took out a sketchbook he was using recently from the messenger bag thrown into the second layer of the table pocket, took a pencil, and started to draw.

Wen Yu soon realized that he was sketching.

In his impression, this was the first time he saw Fu Yuhan draw him with his own eyes.

"There is a very miraculous thing." Fu Yuhan said something while drawing.

Wen Yu didn't dare to move, so he could only answer him with a breathy voice: "Huh?"

"When I drew you before, I clearly wrote it silently," Fu Yuhan chuckled, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with the drawing."

Obviously, he wrote Yang Fan's face silently at that time, and he made many mistakes in drawing details that were not noticed by ordinary people.

Wen Yu also quickly thought of what Fu Yuhan said in the empty building yesterday, and his eyes moved slightly.

Fu Yuhan's paintings really look like him, and he once heard that if a painter wants to draw an object accurately, he needs thousands of times of repeated observation and practice.

So, how long has Fu Yuhan been quietly observing without him noticing?

Wen Yu originally wanted to ask, but soon, he reconciled with his thirst for knowledge in the other party's focused eyes and hand movements that kept moving on the paper.

What does it matter.

Lemon Essence Xiaowen also got comfort today, so I don't need to eat lemons.

Fu Yuhan took 10 minutes to draw this quick sketch. After finishing the painting, he closed his notebook and firmly refused Wen Yu's request to see it.

"I'll give it to you together on my birthday," Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, reached out to him, and said softly, "I'll return that copy too."

"I reasonably suspect that you are teasing me," Wen Yu looked at him, "and have some evidence."

"What do you want?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yu said "Oh": "A kiss?"

"..."

The head teacher who took the late school bus finally arrived late, and ordered the class representative to distribute the test papers after entering the door.

Amidst the noise in the room, Fu Yuhan curled his lips and said two words in a low voice: "I owe you."

"When is it owed?"

"Noon." Fu Yuhan looked away, "There is no one going to the toilet at the laboratory building."

Wen Yu smiled, poked his fingertips under the desk, and scratched his thigh twice: "Okay."

There is plenty of time at noon, and when everyone is going to the cafeteria, the rest of the campus is actually very quiet.

Fu Yuhan's wound was scabbed, and he limped into the laboratory building.

They just made an appointment to have a kiss, and they didn't know why there was an illusion of "stealing/love" along the way.

He was so ashamed that the tip of his ear started to feel hot from the moment he walked out of the classroom.

As soon as he stepped into the laboratory building, Wen Yu walked quickly to be level with him, approached his ear and said, "Your ears are red."

"If you don't say a few words, I don't need to beat you." Fu Yuhan gave him a sideways glance, "Go to the third floor."

"Why the third floor?"

"Of course it's because there is no one else." Fu Yuhan said, "Someone will pass by to go to the toilet on the first floor, and the second floor is where they secretly smoke."

As for the third floor, the floor is high and clean.

"Brother Fu is so skilled." Wen Yu teased him.

"I used to like to find a place where no one was around. The school was so noisy and everyone was happy, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with me."

When the third floor arrived, Fu Yuhan walked into the toilet.Wen Yu followed behind him and wanted to close the door, but hesitated for a moment but did not.

He grabbed Fu Yuhan's wrist, dragged him into one of the compartments, and locked the door.

Maybe it's because there are few people who use it, the toilet is very clean, and everything seems to be new.Wen Yu pushed Fu Yuhan against the wall of the cubicle, and leaned against him with his body: "Why doesn't it have anything to do with you?"

"I originally wanted to go to No. [-] Middle School," Fu Yuhan hugged him back, "It seems that I didn't gradually accept the fact that I entered No. [-] Middle School until the second year of high school—hey, why do you have to enter such a small place when the toilet is so big. "

"This looks more exciting," Wen Yu squinted and smiled at him, "Besides, we are sticking together anyway—"

He gently kissed Fu Yuhan's lips, from tentative pecking to unscrupulous.

The small space made each other's aura more obvious and clear, but soon it became messy due to intertwining, Fu Yuhan's legs were a little weak, and he could only press his back against the wall.

"Do you still regret coming to No. [-] High School now?" Wen Yu asked him vaguely when lips and tongue were intertwined.

"I regret it," Fu Yuhan said, "Maybe I went to No. [-] Middle School... We were together a long time ago?"

In fact, it's not necessarily true. Fu Yuhan may not wake up early if he gets along day and night two years earlier.

But this sentence made Wen Yu very useful.

He touched Fu Yuhan's hanging hand, clasped his fingers tightly, then raised his hand above his head and pressed it against the wall.

The light kiss gradually moved to the neck.

In order to kiss for a few more minutes, neither of them went to eat in a daze. They were so hungry that they had time to go to the canteen to buy something to eat when the first class in the afternoon was over.

The people in Class [-] suddenly discovered that these two bosses seemed to have become conjoined twins——

Originally, they were always inseparable, but human body language is very subtle. Some people walk side by side with a distance of one meter between them; , but no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel that they are sticking together.

The visual effect of the two walking side by side jumped from the first to the second, and is currently in the third stage.

Commonly known as-

"has a leg".

When school was over in the afternoon, the "one-legged" two left the classroom, and a group of people had already gathered around Ge Ran and Xu Qianyi.

In fact, Ge Ran didn't spread the secrets of Fu Yuhan's sexual orientation everywhere, but when he came back to his senses, several girls who had also had a crush on Fu Yuhan came to her side, and together with Xu Qianyi, they talked "gossip" to the two of them. The back knocked CP.

It doesn't matter if you can't catch up with Fu Yuhan.

They can also knock CP.

Thinking about it, it seemed happier than seeing Fu Yuhan with other girls.

"Are you going to the hospital now?" Wen Yu asked him.

Not in a hurry in the afternoon, and the traffic was heavy, Fu Yuhan finally had a shame and didn't let Wen Yu carry it on his back; fortunately, after a day of healing, his leg didn't hurt so much.

"Go, I promised Xiao Lu." Fu Yuhan said, "Let's call a car."

"Call again after leaving the school gate. Didn't you see Director Yao at the gate? He confiscated the phone in a while." Wen Yu touched his pocket, "Are you coming back for evening self-study later?"

"Go." Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Let's make a bet?"

"what?"

"If my mother is here, we'll be out in less than half an hour."

"..." Wen Yu paused, "Then I should have no chance of winning - let me think about it carefully, if your mother bullies you, I might quarrel with her first."

Fu Yuhan smiled lightly.

The two walked out of the school gate.

After school in the afternoon, it happened to be the time for taxis to change shifts, and it was close to the evening rush hour, so it was not easy to get a taxi. The two of them waited for a while but did not get a taxi, so they decided to go back to the community and drive there.

Fu Yuhan didn't make a sound all the time, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he didn't speak until Wen Yu drove the car out of the community garage and he climbed into the car.

"Brother Yu, let's discuss something." Fu Yuhan turned his head and looked at him calmly, "If my mother is really in the hospital later, no matter what she tells me, don't stand up for me."

"... Huh?" Wen Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, "Are you trying to swallow your anger for my sister, or do you want to do something again?"

Fu Yuhan quickly looked around to make sure that no one was passing by, so before the seat belt was fastened, he crawled over and kissed Wen Yu on the lips.

"Trust me." He looked at him intently.

"...Okay," Wen Yu curled his lips unhappily, "but don't wrong yourself too much."

"No. I don't even have any expectations of her, so there's nothing wrong with me," Fu Yuhan said with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and sat back to fasten his seat belt, "There's only one person who can make me feel wronged now."

"..."

"Nonsense, how could I make you wronged." Wen Yu stepped on the gas pedal.

Fu Yuhan let out an "ah": "My leg injury is still not healed—Brother Yu, the evidence is solid."

"..."

Wen Yu laughed angrily at him: "Fuck."