Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan: "..."

He came over speechless.

Fu Yuhan had never seen Wen Yu lose his temper before, but it was the first time he saw him today, and he suspected that this person was a little schizophrenic.

What the hell is "Our Brother Fu" called?

"Receive it." Fu Yuhan patted Wen Yu's wrist, "Why are you so angry?"

After he finished speaking, his cold eyes swept across the people behind him from Qian Kaile's face, and then returned to Qian Kaile's face, and said softly: "I said in the morning that if you come again, you will discount your third leg, right? What did I say? Give you three seconds, either disappear from here immediately, or I will hit you there until you roll, I’m not kidding.”

"Don't look at Wen Yu, he has to take the college entrance examination well, but I'm different. It doesn't matter if I recite the punishment, understand?"

"three--"

Qian Kaile's expression changed.Wen Yu let go of his wrist abruptly, and squinted at Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan put one hand in his pocket, and slowly withdrew a finger from the other hand that was marked with "three".

"two--"

The two people behind Qian Kaile tugged at the hem of his clothes, and their expressions were not very good-looking.

Fu Yuhan was still able to do it quite well. If you really fight there, everyone is a boy, and no one can bear it.

The two walked out with Qian Kaile on their side.Although Qian Kaile seemed reluctant, he was still dragged out by them.

When the word "one" came out, those people just walked outside the door.Fu Yuhan snorted, walked over and closed the back door.

After blocking the hot air in the corridor, the air conditioner in the classroom suddenly became clear.

There was a chill in the back.

Wen Yu looked at him: "What do you mean...it doesn't matter if you recite it?"

Fu Yuhan froze for a moment, lowered his eyes: "I'm talking nonsense."

He didn't seem interested in talking about it.The instant noodles were soaked and smelled faintly, Fu Yuhan returned to his seat and sat down, the plastic fork he pulled out made a circle around his nimble fingertips and fell into the soup.

Wen Yu didn't speak or move. He stood in the middle of the classroom at the back and looked at him silently.

"Xu Qianyi has a lot of rotten peach blossoms, do you know why our class is so disgusted with Qian Kaile?" Fu Yuhan said without squinting, chatting.

He waited for three seconds, and seeing that Wen Yu didn't make a sound, he continued on his own: "Because he is the most disgusting, I have never seen any suitor who would send such unsightly words to the Lord."

He lowered his head and sucked his face, his long eyelashes drooped naturally, casting a shadow, which made his expression look a bit colder.

"Men can't take care of that thing, it's better not to ask for it."

"Are you explaining that you haven't stolen some intimate contact opportunities from Yang Fan by relying on your relationship for so many years?"

"That's right," Fu Yuhan said, "It's a truth."

Wen Yu smiled slightly, walked back and sat down.

He seemed to have suddenly lost interest in chatting, so he took out a set of practice papers that were newly issued in the morning from the drawer, and worked on the questions while eating bread.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him: "Aren't you looking at your phone?"

"?"

Wen Yu turned his head, and his dark eyes met his.

He reached into the drawer, unlocked the screen, and took a look.

Fu Yuhan: Answered.

Wen Yu: "..."

It was his reply after the sentence "It's so disgusting that people don't even have a reply".

"You..." He laughed.

Fu Yuhan: "What?"

"It's okay." Wen Yu shook his head, rubbed the phone with his thumb twice, and threw it back into the drawer, "I don't understand you."

Fu Yuhan froze for a moment, glanced at him, felt a little bewildered, and lowered his head to eat noodles.

In the afternoon, Fu Yuhan didn't sleep anymore, and listened to a few classes carefully.He was not talkative in the first place, and when he went out to play with Yang Fan and the others, it was Wen Yu who hated him first. As a result, Wen Yu didn't talk to him this afternoon, and the two barely talked.

This kind of quietness is similar to when sitting alone. He originally thought that Wen Yu would be troublesome, but he didn't expect it.

It's just that when he was studying at the same table, he sat upright, dignified like a sculpture, and occasionally turned his head, and he felt that the No. [-] Middle School uniform was a bit dazzling.

After all, usually, out of the corner of his eye, he only sees the classroom floor.

During the last class, Fu Yuhan glanced at his mobile phone, walked over to Ge Ran and said a few words.

"Ah? Aren't you going to study by yourself tonight?" Ge Ran took the key, hesitating, "The blackboard..."

"I'll draw tomorrow." Fu Yuhan handed her a piece of paper, "I've finished the sketch, is that okay?"

Two long lines were drawn horizontally on the white paper, roughly outlining the proportions of a blackboard. Fu Yuhan drew a person studying hard in the middle. The corner of the classroom was outlined with simple lines in the background, and the areas separated by the two sides were used for writing articles.

Although it is simple, but that person draws very nicely, and the effect comes out immediately.

"Okay. I just want to look like this, and I really want to rely on you." Ge Ran smiled with his eyes bent, "You don't go to evening self-study, you have to ask the head teacher for leave."

"It's okay, no need." Fu Yuhan was a little careless, "I've been absent from class so many times, it's time for an evening self-study."

Ge Ran couldn't persuade him about this kind of thing, and she didn't know Fu Yuhan well enough to ask what other people were doing, so she had to give up.

Because some people do not participate in the evening self-study, the school has difficulty in managing the access control, so they simply ignore it. After school in the afternoon, there is a two-hour break. Students can eat in the cafeteria, off-campus or at home.Many people stood up with their schoolbags in their hands. Fu Yuhan went back to his seat and cleaned up the table, and also put his shoulder bag on his shoulder.

"Brother Fu?" Sun Wenrui called him, "Are you going home?"

Fu Yuhan hummed, without stopping, and quickly walked to the back door.

"Strange, Brother Fu doesn't like to go home." Fang Jiayuan muttered.

"Who knows," Sun Wenrui probed his brain, "maybe something else happened."

Wen Yu raised his head from the book, glanced at them, and then at the back door.

The hem of the boy's clothes just disappeared around the corner, leaving only a shadow behind.

In early September, the weather was still muggy.Fu Yuhan walked to the school gate with his pockets in his pocket, and looked at his phone.

The phone rang for the third time, but he didn't want to answer it.

Qin Xiaolu is six years old this year. She is his half-sister. She was born with a bad heart. If she can't find a suitable organ donor, her disease will continue like this.

First of all, I can't find a suitable organ, and secondly, if I have it, I don't necessarily have the money to replace it. The condition is almost unresolved.

He Yan was in a bad mood, so she liked to sprinkle it on him.

Going to the hospital late, not smiling, not actively taking care of my sister... In short, it's all a sin.

It's not that I haven't quarreled with her before, but after many times, I will find that some things are useless.Fu Yuhan turned off the vibration, threw the phone back into his pocket, and walked to the station to take the bus.

No matter how reluctant he was, he still had to go to the hospital tonight.

A six-year-old girl... even a stranger.

What's more, there is still half of the blood.

When the bus swayed to the hospital, it was already quite dark. Fu Yuhan opened his eyes and was stunned for three seconds, and got off the bus before closing the door.

The hospital is always full of people coming and going, anxiety, fear, sadness... maybe even a little bit of joy, he passed through the many emotions and entered the temporary two-story building next to the inpatient department.

There are not enough beds, it doesn't matter if you don't have money, my sister can only live here.

"I come……"

When he entered the ward, he didn't finish the two words, but He Yan slammed his face and scolded him, "You know you're here? Is the phone an ornament? Didn't you hear so many calls?"

Fu Yu coldly walked to the other side of the hospital bed, separated from his mother: "In the car, fell asleep."

"Your sister is like this, you can still sleep!"

"I'm not a robot." Fu Yuhan didn't want to quarrel with her, so he changed the subject, "What did the doctor say today?"

Qin Xiaolu buried half of her face in the quilt, looking a little red.

"How can I say it? It can't be cured anyway." He Yan's eyes were red, and she looked at her daughter regretfully, "Today she had a fever and was hung up on the water. The doctor said that it's fine if she recovers tonight."

"What about uncle?"

"Work overtime." He Yan wiped her eyes, and shouted at Fu Yuhan again, "It's all you! It's just selling you three boxes of waste paper, why are you so loud when you enter the door? You scared your sister!"

Fu Yuhan didn't respond.

Qin Xiaolu has a bad heart and is timid, so she really can't bear to be frightened.But he didn't go into her room at all when he entered the door yesterday, not to mention that for her, the foot of the door was padded, so the door couldn't make any loud noise when it was opened and closed.

It's useless to explain, as long as He Yan thinks, she has thousands of ways to push the matter to Fu Yuhan's head.

"Mother……"

The girl on the bed opened her eyes tremblingly, and let out a weak cry, as light as a milk cat.

He Yan immediately posted: "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"Well... I'm sick myself, don't scold my brother." Qin Xiaolu tried to open her eyes, her voice was soft, "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Mom is going to buy you something to eat, what do you want to eat?"

"It's all right..." Qin Xiaolu turned her big dark brown eyes half a circle, looked to the other side of the hospital bed, and asked softly, "Did brother eat?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head.

"Then you eat with me." After she finished speaking, she looked at He Yan again.

He Yan had no choice but to take her daughter, and went out yelling "Let's eat together".

The ward finally returned to peace briefly, Qin Xiaolu smiled at Fu Yuhan.

The tall and handsome boy finally bent down, reached out his hand from his trouser pocket, and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.

"How did it burn?" His voice was so low that it sounded a little more gentle.

"I don't know, it suddenly caught fire."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Qin Xiaolu shook her head and stuck out her tongue: "Mom yelled and said that you scared me every day. My brother is so handsome, how could I be scared."

Fu Yuhan's expression softened.

"Are you still here tonight?" Qin Xiaolu asked in a low voice.

"Well," Fu Yuhan said, "Your father is too old to stay up at night."

"I always feel that you are working hard... There is no place for you to sleep here."

"There is a sofa."

"Won't it be uncomfortable?"

Fu Yuhan paused: "It's okay."

Qin Xiaolu's expression suddenly became sad for the sickly child Zaohui.

"Just get well soon." Fu Yuhan rubbed her forehead hair.

"Brother." She said suddenly, "Am I very burdensome? Hospitalization is very expensive, medicine is also very expensive, and my mother is worried about money every day; and it will delay your time with me... They told me that the third year of high school is very important. , but you're going to spend a lot of time with me."

"She has money, so don't believe her ramblings. When my dad divorced, she shared a lot of money, so it's no problem for you to take medicine." Fu Yuhan said, "Whether I... come or not, I don't miss my studies. "

Anyway, he didn't read much at all.

Qin Xiaolu didn't know this, and thought that her brother was so good at reading, and there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

Fu Yuhan was not used to being looked at like this by her.

He withdrew his hand and looked away a little.

"Then you rest, I... I will do my homework."

"Write next to me." Qin Xiaolu said softly.

Fu Yuhan glanced at her with downcast eyes: "Okay."