Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

In order for Wen Yu to enjoy the warmth when he returned home, Fang Wanjing thoughtfully turned on the floor heating for him before going downstairs.

When the three of them entered the room, there was a mellow smell of yam pork bone soup, which made people hungry, but now, no one is interested in eating it.

Fang Wanjing sat on the sofa with hands and feet, her eyes were not focused, and she was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.Two big boys came in from the door holding hands and stood in front of her with straight eyes.

"You don't have to be so cautious," Fang Wanjing snapped back to her senses, her expression suddenly becoming complicated, "Just put away your schoolbag and take off your coat, and I don't want to blame you."

She has no position at all.

He vaguely remembered that when he was with Wen Ziming, Wen Yu hadn't developed yet, he was a small person, but he was not stable like a child.

He would politely greet Fang Wanjing when she got home, and call Wen Ziming "auntie" before marrying her, and "mother" after marriage, changing his words without any psychological barriers.

At first Fang Wanjing was really deceived by him, thinking that it would be easier to take care of this child, but later she realized that it was not—Wen Yu's whole person was like a work of art in a predetermined frame, and she even had a fixed format for reporting what happened in school.

(_____) happened at school today, and (dad/mother) needs to come to the school at (____) on (____) day to deal with it, and the duration is about (____);

Due to (____) reasons, you need to pay (____) money tomorrow, just (bring it yourself/transfer to account xxx);

Apart from these two points, he did not bother the elders for other reasons.

Many years have passed, Xiaodou Sprouts has entered puberty, grows tall, and becomes a 1.8-meter-five-meter-old boy in a blink of an eye, but his steady look like a "social elite" has not changed at all.In recent years, Fang Wanjing has been very worry-free, and at the same time very worry-free.

That feeling of powerlessness...the feeling of being unable to get close to him even though he tried his best was really heavy.

She always felt that something was missing from Wen Yu.

Up to this moment, Fang Wanjing raised her eyes and watched the two children take off their schoolbags and coats silently, and stood in front of her again holding hands in similar sweaters, and finally fell into a trance.

She remembered what was missing, it was... fireworks.

At this moment, the unease that flashed through Wen Yu's slightly shaking eyes finally made him look more like an eighteen-year-old child, rather than a young corporate executive who has been struggling in the mall for many years.

The artwork in the frame finally came out of the display case.

The doubts that had been lurking in her heart for many years were suddenly connected together, and she suddenly noticed that the sweater on the boy seemed to belong to Wen Yu as well.

This child Wen Yu seems to have no problems, but in fact there are many problems. So far, Fang Wanjing has only been allowed to clean the closet for him, such as referring to what to wear today, adding clothes, borrowing a coat temporarily... none of these things allowed.

But when it happened to this boy, everything seemed natural.

"Your name is...Fu Yuhan, right?" It took her a while to remember the name.

"Yes, Auntie."

"You guys are like this..." She looked at the hands they were holding, "How long has it been?"

"A few days." After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he glanced at Wen Yu beside him. The other party lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, so he continued to answer, "But we have known each other for two and a half years."

"Two and a half years... when you first entered high school?"

"Correct."

"He wasn't in this school then, how did we meet?"

"I have a few junior high school classmates who are in the same class as Wen Yu."

"...Is that so." Fang Wanjing thought for a while, "Actually, I don't know much about homosexuality. Are you...born? Or did you read something...and simply find it interesting?"

For those who don't know, especially for an elder, Fang Wanjing's question is as polite as possible, Fu Yuhan thinks.

He has seen many homophobic people since he was a child, and it is considered light to call a "pervert".

However, Wen Yu, who has been silent since entering the door, suddenly raised his eyes because of this question, his eyes were cold, full of hostility and suppressed anger: "Aunt Fang, you can scold me or tell my dad if you want Accept, but you can't question the purity of our relationship."

"Brother Yu." Fu Yuhan curled his lips lightly, and scratched his palm with cool fingertips.

So Fang Wanjing saw that the big boy who was not easy to get along with became quiet in these two short words.

It's a strange thing, probably people can see everything after living a long time.

Fu Yuhan became much more patient. Although he spoke in a calm tone, like ice in a cold sky, Fang Wanjing still instinctively felt that this boy's temper was better than Wen Yu's.

"Auntie, I was born. We have known each other for two years, but we were not that familiar before. This time he transferred from another school, and we have more contact." Fu Yuhan thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say when I started. I started to like him, but what I want to tell you is... I am serious, not because of curiosity or fun, but purely because I like him, so I am with him."

Wen Yu turned his head abruptly.

Fu Yuhan's eyes were extremely calm, and there was a faint polite smile on the corner of his mouth, his attitude couldn't be more natural.

No shyness, only honesty.

Because I like it, I am fearless for each other.

In front of Fu Yuhan like this, Wen Yu suddenly felt ashamed of his cowardice.

"I was born too," he looked at Fang Wanjing, subconsciously clenched Fu Yuhan's hand, "I was the first to seduce him, it has nothing to do with him. Whatever you want to do, come to me, but I will say the ugly things first... I will not separate from him."

"Are you so sure?" Fang Wanjing was a little surprised.

"Because I promised him, I won't let him go again." Wen Yu glanced sideways at Fu Yuhan, then turned back and said word by word, "I absolutely, absolutely, will not become another Wen Ziming. "

"..."

"Aunt Fang, I think you and my dad have been together for so many years, you should know what kind of person he is, right?"

Fang Wanjing was speechless for a moment.

Things like life are like people drinking water, knowing whether they are warm or not.

Married to a rich husband, even if it is a second marriage, most people around her are envious when they mention it, but whether they are doing well, whether the person sleeping next to her pillow is a human or a ghost, really only she knows.

"But this matter..." She looked at the hands they shook, "In principle, since I saw it, I should tell Ziming."

"In principle".

In other words, she can do some things that are not so in line with principles.

Wen Yu sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "He will definitely not agree."

"En." Fang Wanjing nodded.

"He may force me to go home, not let me live here, or even find a way to transfer my student status back, or to other places." Wen Yu said, "Aunt Fang, I am in my third year of high school, and I still have less time to go." The college entrance examination is about to take place in four months."

"..." Fang Wanjing laughed, "Are you threatening me?"

Wen Yu pursed his lower lip and remained silent.

Fang Wanjing looked at him for a while: "In my impression, this is the first time you have talked to me like this."

"I'm sorry." Wen Yu answered quickly.

"I'm not trying to incriminate you," Fang Wanjing shook her head, "I just want to say...you look more like a child this way."

Wen Yu: "..."

"Maybe I'll make you unhappy by saying this, but in fact, I don't have any children myself, and I always treat you as my own son." She looked a little sad, "You seem happier than before."

"Brother Yu." Fu Yuhan suddenly called out and pushed him.

Wen Yu glanced at him and touched his nose.

"Brother Yu."

The male voice dragged a long quarter-note note, and the ending note was changed, vaguely like an intimate reproach.Wen Yu pouted, and said awkwardly: "Aunt Fang, you don't look happy at all now... than before."

"..."

Fang Wanjing laughed helplessly.

The soup in the pot was still warm, and the temperature in the room gradually increased with the heating of the floor. Fang Wanjing looked at her reflection on the dark window, and finally felt that she should leave.

"Anyway, I'm telling you to go home now, and you won't listen to me, will you?" She stood up, straightened her slightly messy hair at the temples, and said softly, "I have to go back and think about it, you two ...Don't stand still, eat something when it's time to eat, and don't go to bed too late for review. I'll go first. "

She goes to the door.

Fu Yuhan poked Wen Yu.

"Aunt Fang." Wen Yu called out.

Fang Wanjing turned her head: "Huh?"

"...I'm sorry," Wen Yu bit his lower lip, "It's my fault for not letting you have a baby."

Fang Wanjing was stunned.

But she quickly laughed again: "Actually, without your words, I might not have children, Ziming and I... In short, you don't have to take it too seriously. But Xiaoyu, are you willing to tell me these things, auntie very happy."

She said she had changed into the flat shoes she was wearing when she went out, paused before pushing the door, turned around and said with some hesitation: "Although this may not be for me to say...You young people, if you want to do something... Take safety precautions."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Wen Yu: "..."

Now Wanjing really left.

The two froze in the living room for a long time before Fu Yuhan remembered what he wanted to say: "Will she tell your dad?"

"...I don't know, so I decided to make two preparations and go to a locksmith to change the lock tomorrow morning." Wen Yu lowered his head and thought for a while, "Xiaohan, if one day I have nothing, will you still... "

Fu Yuhan suddenly let go of his hand, and walked towards the schoolbag he had put on the chair.

Wen Yu watched his movements inexplicably.

Fu Yuhan rummaged for a while, then walked back, and put a hard card into Wen Yu's palm.

It is a bank card.

"This is all my net worth," Fu Yuhan said lightly, "I can support you."

"..."

Wen Yu froze for a moment, then tilted his head and laughed.

He laughed for a long time, as if venting something.

"I really, really don't like my dad, but I'm also very afraid of him. Although sometimes there's nothing to be afraid of when you think about it, it's probably some kind of biological instinct that students are afraid of teachers and sons are afraid of Lao Tzu." Wen Yu said with a smile, "Brother Fu, you really deserve to be our Brother Fu."

Fu Yuhan stared at him quietly.

"I have nothing to be afraid of when you are here." Wen Yu opened his arms, hugged him, sniffed the soft sweater, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry? Let's do something different before eating." of?"

Fu Yuhan: "What?"

"The kind of thing that Aunt Fang said requires 'safety measures'?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and he pressed tightly to him, "I think."

"I don't really think so." Fu Yuhan punched him and walked towards the kitchen, "I'm hungry, I want to eat—"

"You can eat my food."

"roll."