Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan felt that this was not good, the scabs on his legs hadn't fallen off yet.

Young people are full of anger, but they can't always think about this kind of thing. It's only been a few days, how many times?

When filling the soup from the pot, Wen Yu touched him from behind, wrapped his arms around his waist, and put his chin on his shoulder.

It's inconvenient to do things with a person hanging on your body, but Fu Yuhan didn't beat him today - Wen Yu likes to cling to him very much, Fu Yuhan vaguely felt that it was because of his insecurity.

While filling the soup, Fu Yuhan said, "Do you think we should restrain ourselves a bit—are you going to the finals soon?"

"Looks like the beginning of next month." Wen Yu buried his nose into the sweater on his body, so his voice sounded muffled, "I don't know, I'm not such an intemperate person...but I just want to hug you."

"You can stop hugging me."

"It's impossible, I want to hug you when I see you, and I want to do something else when I hold you..." Wen Yu said, "Sometimes I dream in the middle of the night, and I want to lock you up and prevent you from taking pictures as a model , it’s best to let me see it alone... Am I perverted?"

After Fu Yuhan finished serving the soup, he put the lid on the rice cooker and laughed softly, causing his waist to tremble.

"Brother Yu." He called out.

"Ok?"

"I'm a person who can open the cage by myself. Even if you really lock me up, I can still get out." Fu Yuhan said, "So you don't have to suppress yourself so much when I'm here, and you can't hurt me."

"Then..." Wen Yu hugged his hand and began to move.

Fu Yuhan pressed him down: "Stop, let's study hard tonight."

Wen Yu: "..."

"I'm serious." Fu Yuhan picked up a bowl of soup in one hand and walked towards the living room. His voice was long-toned, faint, with some kind of singing rhythm, "I'm still waiting for you to come back with a big prize."

Wen Yu sighed, let go of him and sat on the chair, raised his eyelids and looked at him: "You are so persistent about this award?"

"I've gone, it's not a waste of time to win an award, besides——" Fu Yuhan put the soup bowl on the table, glanced at him condescendingly, and pointed the index finger of his left hand precisely to his Adam's apple, sliding all the way up, and stopped on the jaw , "Always let others know that my boyfriend is obviously the best person in the world, right?"

There was just the right amount of arrogance in that attitude, like a king looking down on all sentient beings confidently questioning the knights in front of his palace.

As a result, the knight's tense heartstrings were disturbed, beating chaotically but vividly.

As soon as Wen Yu grabbed his hand, he pulled it to his lips and pecked, and gave a soft "um".

"As you order, my lord."

He thought, just for this sentence, he had to go all out for a while.

Although he hasn't been desperately trying to get a grade in a certain exam for a long time.

Fu Yuhan was inexplicably shocked by the fingertips he had kissed, and he withdrew his hand abruptly, with an unnatural expression: "Your Highness, you are not His Highness, you have a second-degree illness, you... eat something."

Wen Yu looked at his reddish ears with a sly smile of triumph.

The two sat down for supper, and then each took out homework review at the small table—Fu Yuhan was pondering over his test paper, Wen Yu found out the competition question set—they both spent a night of asceticism.

Early the next morning, Wen Yu was reminded by his "boyfriend human-shaped alarm clock", went downstairs to find a locksmith who had left early in the morning, and came back to change the door lock before going to school.Then he called his aunt and told her not to come over for a few days and wait until the weekend.

"Are you going to give her the key?" Fu Yuhan got a spare key from Wen Yu.

"I guess it will be paid. My dad is paying my auntie's salary. My dad will know if she is fired. If Auntie Fang didn't tell my dad... I don't want to quarrel with him for the time being." Wen Yu thought for a while and said, "Xiao Han, would you Blame me for not telling the family about our affairs?"

"I'll ask you this question." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "I don't care... I don't think we need to explain our life to our parents. Auntie's craftsmanship is pretty good, so it's good to keep it."

"Suddenly I feel so useless." Wen Yu suddenly sighed.

Fu Yuhan frowned and turned his head in doubt.

The two of them were on the way to school, people were coming and going, Wen Yu could only look at Fu Yuhan's cold face so close and sighed, but couldn't do anything.A vague sense of displeasure and frustration suddenly enveloped him: "If I make money by myself, at worst I'll pay her wages, but... well, I'm not as good as you."

"The number one in the grade will make people die by saying this." Fu Yuhan chuckled lightly, and said in a flat tone, "Our third year of high school should be when we are studying, what kind of money do we make?"

"but……"

"Don't think about it, think about your competition." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "Brother Yu, I also went to the competition class when I was in junior high school, so you just... fulfill a dream for me."

At 6:32 in the morning, the rising sun has not yet revealed its golden true face, but the young man's brows and eyes are still shining brightly into another person's heart.

Until the morning of the final, Wen Yu could still look at Tianguang and think of what Fu Yuhan said and the way he looked when he said it.

The final was scheduled for March 3nd. On Friday, Fu Yuhan had to go to class and couldn't accompany him, so he was distracted early in the morning.

The time of the students passed quickly, and the third year of high school was spent in the day-to-day review and occasional flirting. During this time, Wen Yu would follow Fu Yuhan to the hospital to see Qin Xiaolu regularly, and Fang Wanjing's life was peaceful It's been a while.

With Fu Yuhan's insistence, the matter of selling the house was finally put on the agenda by Uncle Qin and He Yan. After all, selling the house and making her daughter give up treatment is obviously more acceptable.

"Wen Yu? Wen Yu?" The team leader shouted repeatedly, "What are you thinking, get in the car!"

Wen Yu came back to his senses: "Here we come."

After two rounds of competition, only he and a top student from Class [-] were left on the roster in No. [-] High School. In contrast, there were four people left in No. [-] High School, one Wen Yu less than last year.

After all, the competition is still stronger than one.

But this year, with the trump card of Wen Yu, the teacher leading the team on the way to the examination room also seemed very excited, pulling the two students to talk about things.

It's a pity that although the teacher is interested, the two students are not very cooperative——

The top student in class one, with double braids and glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle, is a serious girl with facial paralysis who can't handle the stalking of the teacher who leads the team; Get interested and lead the teacher falsely and submissively.

Halfway through the one-man show, the teacher who led the team finally found out that the audience was not cooperating, and closed his mouth resentfully.

In the second half of the road, the car passed silently.

Fortunately, after getting out of the car, the chatty teacher finally found a place to play. After all, he still needs to mobilize before the exam. He smiled and gave a long speech of encouragement to the two students, and he was ready to listen Let’s talk about the thoughts of the two students.

Then I saw the girl pushing her glasses and nodding at him, with a serious expression as if she was going to die on the battlefield instead of taking the exam next second; while Wen Yu took the phone out of his pocket openly and looked at it, with the corner of his mouth If there was a hint of a smile, he quickly typed a reply, and then turned off the phone.

leading teacher:"……"

Does he want to criticize this blatant mobile phone behavior?

too difficult.

"Forget it, you guys go in." He waved his hand tiredly, "Teacher, I'm going to find some acquaintances to catch up, and I'll see you here after the exam...Come on."

The girl nodded, turned around and left; Wen Yu gave him a little face, bowed slightly, and said politely, "Thank you teacher."

Thanks for what?

The teacher looked blank.

The answer was wrong, he suspected that the student didn't listen to what he just said!

If it weren't for the good grades, he would have been scolded by him long ago!

There was nowhere to display his anger, Wen Yu had already walked away with a pencil case.

The day's exams passed quickly, and Wen Yu was obviously looking forward to going back to school more than winning any prize, so the teacher who led the team found out miraculously that he actually brought an exam that didn't look like being run over by a car or even mentally outstretched. Better students in the morning.

"A good test?" he guessed.

"It's okay," Wen Yu said implicitly, "I feel that the disintegration of the last question is not quite right. The second-to-last question may use the wrong formula, and the third-to-last question..."

"Stop, stop." Wen Yu's face remained unchanged, and the teacher who led the team was about to have a heart attack, "Let's go back and talk about it, and then prepare for the college entrance examination."

Wen Yu shut up obediently and took out his phone.

As soon as the phone was turned on, Fu Yuhan's news arrived as scheduled. In addition to replying him with "Come on" before the exam, the latest one was sent 5 minutes ago, and the content was "How do you feel".

Wen Yu replied, "It's okay."

In fact, it’s really okay—there must be some mistakes. He is not a omnipotent person after all, but what he said just now is all for teasing the team leader.

There was no reason, just because the teacher was too noisy, which affected him and Fu Yuhan to talk about family affairs at ease.

Fu Yuhan: I did three sets of questions today, I have a headache, and now I want to eat meat.When will you come back?

Wen Yu: On the way, what do you want to eat?

Fu Yuhan: The Red Clay Kitchen?

Wen Yu: Good.

Fu Yuhan: Then I will go to the store to get a number and line up after school.

Wen Yu: Are you waiting for me?

Fu Yuhan: When you come back, we may not be able to eat until eight o'clock, my good brother.

Wen Yu: I agree with the last five words.

Fu Yuhan: ...

The other side was silent for 3 minutes before Fu Yuhan sent back the message again.

Fu Yuhan: Killing people is nothing more than nodding your head. I think you want me to die.

Fu Yuhan: [voice message]

Fu Yuhan: I went to the bathroom to record it, but someone didn't dare to make it too loud, so just listen to it.

The three-second voice frame was very short, but Wen Yu stared at the frame in a daze for a long while.

He was joking, and he was just teasing Fu Yuhan out of habit. He didn't expect Brother Fu, who is all about being "tyrannical, cool and handsome", to actually find a toilet for him to record?

The treatment of being a boyfriend is really good, which made him want to bully Fu Yuhan even more.

The car got off the elevated road, and there was a shopping mall garage not far from the intersection. The overall road conditions were complicated, and it suddenly became congested.

There are several cars honking around, which is a bit noisy.

Noise is the best way to cover up, Wen Yu switched to the receiver, turned on the voice, and put it to his ear.

Then, in the noisy background, he heard Fu Yuhan's characteristic indifferent voice suppressed to the lowest level, and said three words in a deep voice——

"Good brother".

Wen Yu gasped for breath in the afterglow of the setting sun.

For this claim, that night, he bullied Fu Yuhan for half the night.

Although Wen Yu didn't want to delay Fu Yuhan's review progress and never made it to the last step of the college entrance examination, they still had a lot to do.

Hormone burns out the rationality, and it is probably considered youth.

Lao Qin studied for a few days, and finally learned how to bypass the intermediary and post house sale information on the Internet; Qin Xiaolu became more cheerful under the comfort of her brother; and a week later, the results of the competition were finally sent back to No. [-] Middle School.

Wen Yu won the second prize, which is said to be only a few points behind the first prize.

In fact, it is not surprising, after all, he did not prepare too seriously in the early stage, and only started to work hard after listening to Fu Yuhan's words. To win the second prize is already a crushing performance.

To put it bluntly, his brain is really unfair to those who work hard.

Although it is a bit regrettable, this is already a pretty good result in the history of the third middle school competition. Zhou Wenkang was so happy that he asked him to apply to the Academic Affairs Office to set up a commendation column for him, which made Wen Yu very angry.

He listened to the praise in various offices, and finally returned to the classroom.

"You're back, great hero." Fu Yuhan greeted him familiarly and naturally without raising his head.

"Well," Wen Yu put a can of coffee on his table, "I brought you a hot one."

"Thank you."

"Are you going to feel disappointed?" Wen Yu opened another can of coffee, raised his head and took a sip, watching him in a daze while reviewing, "I didn't get Guoyi."

"The second prize is very powerful, there are not many people in total." Fu Yuhan put down his pen and chuckled at him, "I didn't tell you that to put pressure on you."

"Ok?"

"I just hope you don't give up on yourself too much." Fu Yuhan squeezed his hand under the table, "Maybe you don't care about these things... I don't care about them when I have good grades. Only when I lose my grades will I know how stupid I am, so I I hope you never give up."

"it is good."

"Congratulate you, cook you a meal tonight?"

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

Fu Yuhan knew how to cook, but he hadn't cooked anything for him for so long—oh, the mung bean soup that he drank for a long time to hangover didn't count.

Wen Yu didn't make a request to him either. Although his heart was itchy, he didn't pursue Fu Yuhan to find a "cooking aunt".

Besides, in their third year of high school, cleaning up the dishes wasted time, and they were already very busy if they could find time to have a relationship.

Hearing this sentence, he was a little surprised and surprised, and nodded: "Okay."

"A la carte is accepted." Fu Yuhan said, "In order to catch up with evening self-study, you can only choose two, whatever you want."

Wen Yu later gave the key to the aunt, and told her not to tell Wen Ziming about it.

Although employed by the big boss, Auntie has spent more time with Wen Yu. Middle-aged women always have an indescribable pity for outstanding children, so they agreed to his request without much thought, and continued to stay at the fixed place. Time to come and cook for him.

So in fact, the two of them had dinner to eat, and what Fu Yuhan cooked was just an extra meal.

After school in the afternoon and self-study in the evening, it took less than two hours in total to do the grocery shopping and tidying up. There is no limit to meat and vegetables, and there are a lot of two dishes.

But despite this, due to the extensive and profound Chinese food culture, Wen Yu still pondered the menu all afternoon.

Thinking, also called anticipation, is the beating of the heart, and it is a stuffy mouthful of iced white peach soda in summer.

However, the happy time is always so short. After school, in front of the school gate, the two saw the eye-catching black Maserati not far away at the same time.

Wen Yu's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and his complexion suddenly sank.