Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"Brother Yu."

Fu Yuhan was a little worried, and turned to look at him.

"It's okay, I..." Wen Yu took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists, and quickly let go, took out his phone and looked at it.

Sure enough, there was a message from the driver on his mobile phone. He called back and talked to the other party across the road: "...Well, I got it."

He hung up and glanced at Fu Yuhan: "Maybe... I won't be able to eat your cooking anymore."

"It can be another day." Fu Yuhan said.

"Okay." Wen Yu replied, "I have to go back to the classroom to get the certificate. Do you want to go back first?"

Fu Yuhan pondered for a moment with downcast eyes: "Let's accompany you."

The way back was much more boring than when I came out. On the way, acquaintances from other classes and grades saw them, and they kept saying hello to them, followed by a sentence of "how to go back".

"I forgot something." Fu Yuhan took all the questions lightly, and glanced at Wen Yu from time to time.

Wen Yu showed no expression, as if he had no emotion.However, this appearance made Fu Yuhan even more worried. Recently, Wen Yu has become more cheerful than before, and has learned to express emotions on his face naturally, but now, he is like a handicraft put into a box, emotional So restrained that you can't see it.

"Brother Yu."

At the corner of the last step, Fu Yuhan chased after him, and squeezed his fingertips with a natural pulling motion.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yuhan's calm and indifferent voice fell into Wen Yu's ears clearly, "I'm here."

Wen Yu took a deep breath: "Go and open the door."

"Ah."

When Fu Yuhan was around, he and Ge Ran would take turns to lock the door. At this moment, Class [-] classrooms were already empty.Fu Yuhan took out the key to unlock the lock, and pushed the door in; Wen Yu followed him in, and closed the door behind his back.

Then he focused on Fu Yuhan's wrist, pressed him to the place where there was no window between the back door of the classroom and the wall, and kissed him.

"Well--"

Fu Yuhan's back hit the wall heavily, and he could smell another person's forceful invasion in his breath.

He was instinctively surprised that his lips were caught, but he quickly realized the situation, and instead of resisting excessively, he stretched out his hand to Wen Yu's back, and stroked it slowly.

This kiss was intense and persistent, almost biting, mixed with some negative emotions.

It also seemed that only in such a bite could Wen Yu gain some strength to calm himself down.

There is a window on the left, a window on the right, and another window on the opposite side. If a good-natured person dares to take a few glances into the classroom of the sixth class, he will find their blurred and glued day-to-day life. Fu Yuhan's heart can't help but pounding, but he He didn't dare to push the other party away, because he knew that his boyfriend was not in the right mood now.

"Brother Yu..." Fu Yuhan endured the slight pain between his lips and teeth, while comforting him, he mumbled, "I'm here, I'm here."

"I'm going back again." Wen Yu tightly gripped Fu Yuhan's clothes on the back, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to see him again, and I'm going to put myself in a shell that doesn't fit in, every frown and smile counts." Every movement can't be relaxed... I hate this, I really hate this..."

"Brother Yu." Fu Yuhan kissed him back repeatedly, "It's okay, take your time."

Wen Yu hugged him tightly, buried his head on his shoulder, and the air pressure around his body was so low that it couldn't be increased.

"Even if there is no way now, in ten or twenty years, there will be a day to get rid of his control... I will be with you." Fu Yuhan hugged him back, "Brother Yu, I will make money to support you."

"No way," Wen Yu said in a muffled voice, "There's no one for a daughter-in-law to take care of."

Fu Yuhan's voice turned cold all of a sudden: "... who is the daughter-in-law?"

"I didn't see you arguing on the bed, why are you arguing about this now." Wen Yu raised his head, his expression was still calm, but Fu Yuhan could feel a lot calmer, "It's okay, I'm much better, I'll get the award...then we go down."

He let go of Fu Yuhan, walked to his seat, found a brand new certificate with a cover from the desk pocket, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Fu Yuhan looked at it and thought for a while: "Why do you have to take this?"

"If he came to me for the competition, then he only cares about this." Wen Yu said, "Just in case."

Fu Yuhan said "Oh": "Then where are you eating tonight?"

Wen Yu reported the name of the store.

Wen Ziming only chooses one of those stores every time, because his and Wen Yu's tastes are really not the same.

Wen Ziming gave him a certain amount of respect in the matter of choosing a restaurant, so that in order to satisfy both father and son's tastes and "grades", there are really not many places in the city to choose from.

"Okay." Fu Yuhan nodded.

Wen Yu barely pulled his consciousness out of his emotions, so when he noticed Fu Yuhan's face, he was taken aback.He touched the other's lips with his hand, and his tone was a little cautious: "Did I bite so hard just now?"

Fu Yuhan's lips were not dark in color, so the blood red wound was particularly conspicuous.

"You didn't know what you were biting?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to poke his shoulder, and said with a light smile, "I owe you, one day I will bite back."

"...Okay." This attitude made Wen Yu relax, so he finally laughed.

Wen Yu used the distance from the classroom to the school gate to adjust his emotions, and when he saw the Maserati again, he had returned to the calm, steady and easy-going appearance when he met Wen Ziming in the past.He said goodbye to Fu Yuhan at the school gate, crossed the road alone, and got into the car.

The black Maserati pulls into the evening rush hour traffic.

Fu Yuhan looked away when he saw that he could no longer see him.

Wen Yu didn't say a word along the way, he was really not in high spirits - because of the unfinished love celebration meal.

But at the same time, he wasn't very nervous. For some reason, Wen Yu had a strange intuition in his heart, thinking that Aunt Fang would not tell about him and Fu Yuhan.

But the puppet, who had finally come out of the bondage, had a hard time convincing himself to go back calmly.

The car quickly arrived at the place, Wen Yu got out of the car, counted the number of the box and entered the door.

Those two people had already arrived, and when someone entered the door, Wen Ziming cast his gaze over and waited leisurely.

"Dad," Wen Yu called him in a low voice, paused, and then said, "Aunt Fang."

Wen Ziming frowned: "What are you calling?"

Wen Yu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he counted the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb, thinking about whether to pretend to call "Mom" again.

It doesn't matter if you shout, he has shouted many times.

But the rebellious force in his bones directed him to go in another direction.

"It's okay," Fang Wanjing smiled gently, "There's nothing wrong with calling you auntie."

"It's because you spoil him so much that you spoil him." Wen Ziming said, his tone became more serious, "Wen Yu, what should you call?"

"..." Wen Yu took a deep breath, "Mom."

Fang Wanjing twitched the corner of her mouth, and that gentle smile showed a bit of embarrassment.On the contrary, Wen Yu was more comfortable than her, so he was able to sit down.

As soon as he was seated, Wen Ziming naturally wanted to ask him about his competition results.

When he transferred to another school, Wen Ziming used a lot of connections. The owner of the Academic Affairs Office of the No. [-] Middle School was one of his old acquaintances. It is said that he had already answered the congratulatory phone call during the day when he was in a company meeting.

Wen Yu was not surprised, and calmly took out the certificate and handed it over.

This thing was like waste paper to him, and it seemed that Fu Yuhan didn't want to take it as a souvenir.

To put it bluntly, people are more important than awards, not the other way around like Wen Ziming.

Wen Ziming didn't even look at the certificate when he got it, he threw it aside and called the waiter to serve the food.

The three of them did not exchange pleasantries during the meal. After a burst of clinking of glasses, Fang Wanjing was the first to put down the chopsticks.

She waited until Wen Ziming finished eating, and took a deep breath.

"I want to say something."

Wen Ziming raised his eyes.

"Ziming," she turned her head, still smiling gently, "let's get a divorce."

Wen Yu: "..."

ha?

"What did you say?" Wen Ziming frowned, as if he suddenly couldn't understand Chinese, "Did I hear you right?"

Fang Wanjing said word by word, "I said, let's get a divorce."

It is impossible to get it wrong, Wen Ziming frowned even tighter: "Reason?"

"Incompatibility in personality, disharmony in that area, broken relationship... You can find any reason." Fang Wanjing said, "In short, I have already thought about it, and I have consulted with a lawyer. There is no appeal, we can just divorce normally. If it is not possible, You can talk about it even if you want me to leave the house... In short, I don't want to pass it."

These few sentences are straightforward enough, so straightforward that they do not conform to Wen Ziming's aesthetics.

He was not very satisfied: "You didn't talk like this before, what happened?"

"Nothing happened, if I had to say it...it's because nothing happened." Fang Wanjing looked at him, "Ziming, I have been unwilling to admit it before... Actually, you don't love me... No, no, I should say , in fact, you only love yourself."

"What are you talking about? How do you want me to love you—I'm not good enough for you?" Wen Ziming said, "I told you earlier, if you think the money is not enough, tell the life assistant, he will..."

"Life assistant," Fang Wanjing interrupted him, and laughed helplessly and self-deprecatingly, "Which normal couple communicates through the life assistant?"

Some people say that good love allows two people to achieve each other and gradually become better.

She used to think that this is the same as the principle in books, theory is theory, reality is reality, and there are still deviations.

Because she thought, the girlfriends and wealthy wives she knew around her seemed to have their own unhappiness after marriage—those who lacked money lacked money, those who had money lacked love, those who had love did not agree with each other, and those who agreed with each other were indifferent Rushui... In comparison, her life doesn't seem so bad.

But that day, the two boys stood in front of her holding hands, and the determination in their eyes moved her.

People who have expectations for life have light in their eyes.

And when she came home that day, facing the empty villa, she walked into the room where two people were supposed to live, but she was often the only one there, and sat down opposite the dressing table, looking directly at herself in the mirror, only to realize that her life had long been wiped out. The light in her eyes was gone.

Young is so good.

Facing their own love, the young people are indomitable.

She was also brave enough to marry Wen Ziming despite those criticisms.At that time, she was married for the first time, his ex-wife had just passed away, one was from an ordinary family, and the other was the CEO of a well-known local group... She married under pressure, but——

however.

Before getting any older, she wanted to be brave again.

As the name suggests, Fang Wanjing is a gentle and quiet person, even in quarrels, he is so calm; and Wen Ziming, he himself is a textbook of "pretentiousness", and quarreling with others must occupy the high ground of thought, and he is gentle and unreasonable.

Divorce is a shameful thing, for Wen Ziming, he will definitely not agree.

A fierce quarrel broke out between the two in the restaurant box. After Wen Yu finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and took out his mobile phone without interest.

In fact, usually, Wen Ziming would talk to him after dinner, but he was not allowed to take out his phone at this time.

But Wen Yu felt that the other party should not have the energy to take care of him today.

On WeChat, Fu Yuhan sent him an emoji: a bear lying down with a naive attitude.

This is roughly a silent signal, meaning "I am".

Wen Yu finally felt a bit of ironing, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and he replied the message.

Wen Yu: Are you done eating?

Fu Yuhan replied almost instantly.

Fu Yuhan: It's over, how about you?

Wen Yu: It's almost finished.

Fu Yuhan: Is it...?

Wen Yu: I was going to have a routine lecture after dinner, but Aunt Fang suddenly proposed to divorce my dad. Now they are arguing, do you want to listen?

He didn't wait for Fu Yuhan's answer after he finished speaking, he pressed the record button and recorded under the table for more than ten seconds and sent it over.

Fu Yuhan: ...

Fu Yuhan: The quarrel was quite intense.Did she suddenly figure it out?

Wen Yu: Then how do I know, maybe I was moved by our love?

Fu Yuhan: ...have some face, good brother.

Wen Yu: What did I say wrong?Is it because we don't love each other enough or me

"Wen Yu!"

Wen Yu hadn't finished typing a line, when he heard a roar suddenly, his hands trembled, and the unfinished line was sent out.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ziming stared at him, "Looking at your phone?"

Wen Yu pursed his lower lip: "..."

"Take out your phone." He said sternly, "Did I tell you not to use your phone while eating?"

"Don't be like this, Wen Ziming, Xiaoyu is still a child..." Fang Wanjing tried to persuade him.

"What kind of child is it? Besides, children don't need to learn manners?" Wen Ziming said angrily, "In short, I will not agree to the divorce. I don't know if you saw something recently or heard someone talking nonsense, anyway. During this time, you'd better calm down at home. Besides, Wen Yu—"

Wen Yu looked at him.

"Your place is where your mother has been the most in the past month. You'd better explain it to me."

"Explain what?" Wen Yu said, "I've been reviewing."

"It doesn't matter if there is nothing to explain. From today on, you will live at home until the college entrance examination is over."

"..." Wen Yu looked up, "Huh?"

"I'll entrust the divorce to a lawyer." Fang Wanjing's expression was not very good-looking, "It's okay if you're not happy, why bother Xiao Yu? What does it have to do with him?"

"You don't have the right to speak here!" Wen Ziming sneered, "Besides, asking him to go home is also making him trouble?"

"...?" Fang Wanjing couldn't believe it, "I can't even speak anymore?"

Another round of quarreling.

On the phone, there was a message from Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan: What are you?

Fu Yuhan: ...Brother Yu?What happened?

Wen Yu bowed his head and typed quickly at the stall where the two were quarreling.

Wen Yu: Our love is still not touching enough.

Wen Yu: I was scolded by my dad just now, and now he wants me to go home and live until before the college entrance examination.

Fu Yuhan: ...

Fu Yuhan: Then what are you going to do?

Wen Yu: I really can't help it.

The wild horse out of the cage is no longer willing to be put on the chewing iron——

Wen Yu: Xiaohan, will you really stay with me no matter what?

Fu Yuhan: What do you think?

Wen Yu: that

Wen Yu: I am going to rebel, my lord.

After sending this sentence, he put away his mobile phone, looked up at the two people in the dispute, and took a deep breath.

"I do not want to go home."

His calm and steady voice seemed a bit abrupt in the dispute between you and me.The two adults stopped and looked at him at the same time.

"I don't want to go home," Wen Yu stared at his tall and majestic father, and said word by word, "It's more convenient for me to live at my own place and go to school. It's the sprint time for the third year of high school. I think it's more convenient to live near the school."

"You have problems in the college entrance examination?" Wen Ziming frowned.

"No problem," Wen Yu said, "but I don't think you like accidents either."

Wen Ziming snorted coldly: "Since there is no problem, I have no reason to listen to your arrangement."

"because--"

Wen Yu paused, recalling what Fu Yuhan said that day, "The earth has its own revolution, autobiography, and its own rhythm. No matter what you think, this world is not what you expect. Dad, I like to live by myself, you should know of."

"Since my mother passed away, you are the person I hate the most."

"..." Wen Ziming was furious, pointed at his nose and cursed, "Wen Yu! It's against you!"

I've thought about it for a long time.

Wen Yu thought sullenly, he has been cowardly for so many years, how can he look like a bking?

The phone vibrated continuously, and he took the time to look at it, but couldn't sit still anymore.

Fu Yuhan: [location]

Fu Yuhan: Brother Yu, I'm here.

Fu Yuhan: There is a McDonald's downstairs, I will sit in it, if you need it, I will wait for you here.

"I have to go back for evening self-study." Wen Yu looked at his phone and slowly stood up, grabbed his schoolbag, and stepped back while talking under Wen Ziming's shocked eyes, "The second simulation in a few days, I don't want to Listen to your quarrel here."

"Wen Yu! I will go to your school tomorrow!"

Wen Yu stopped and looked back at him: "You can punish me, and I have the right to hand in a blank paper—or you can find someone to give you a child that you can show off?"

"Wen Yu!!!"

Wen Yu ran away.

Growing up so big, the first time he ran away when he was having dinner with Wen Ziming, in order to meet someone who was waiting for him.

I was so happy, every pore in my body seemed to be opened.He ran downstairs all the way to the hotel entrance, and when he breathed the first mouthful of cold and fresh air outside his nasal cavity, he suddenly realized in his heart——

This is freedom.

The McDonald's on the opposite side of the street was brightly lit. Sitting beside the spotless floor-to-ceiling glass wall was a tall and eye-catching boy. His movements were casual and his gestures were indescribably elegant.

——is his handsome and excellent boyfriend.

Wen Yu took a deep breath, and ran over on the green light.

The phone in his trouser pocket was vibrating crazily. He guessed that it was Wen Ziming's angry call. He didn't want to answer it, didn't want to care about it, and just ran to the opposite side wholeheartedly.Fu Yuhan quickly saw him, his naturally indifferent eyebrows and eyes softened a little, and he walked towards the door of the shop with his unfinished coffee.

They met at the door of the store, and Wen Yu embraced her with open arms.

This is on the street, and there are countless pedestrians passing by.

In the evening of weekdays, two tall and handsome boys hugged on the street in the CBD section of the city center with the largest traffic.

This action really caught the attention of others.

Fu Yuhan was staggered by his hug, and managed to avoid spilling his coffee: "Let go."

"Not allowed to hug?" Wen Yu let go of his hand and glanced at him, "Afraid people will see?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm awkward. You know I don't like being stared at." Fu Yuhan turned his eyes away.

As if to prove that he was not afraid, he hesitated for a moment, leaned over and kissed Wen Yu's cheek lightly, and stuffed a cup of coffee with his backhand: "Why did you come out?"

"I talked back, and then escaped." Wen Yu squinted his eyes at his proactive kiss, "It's over for me."

"You don't look like you're dead at all."

"Because I'm happy." Wen Yu said, "Xiao Han, we may be going into exile."

"Huh?" Fu Yuhan tilted his head, there was no trace of fear in his calm eyes.

So Wen Yu laughed heartily.

"You keep telling me to tell the truth." He grabbed Fu Yuhan's empty hand, "The only thing I can tell the truth right now is - I don't want to go home, I don't want to see you before the college entrance examination, I want to be with you You are together."

He raised his eyes and looked at the other party, with a faint light in his eyes, "run away with me."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know." Wen Yu asked, "Are you okay?"

"Okay." Fu Yuhan narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Anywhere is fine."

Promises that are said and done are the most romantic expression of love, and companionship is the longest confession of love.

At that moment, it was like a firework exploded in my heart, as gorgeous as the fireworks in the mountains that day; even a moment seemed like eternity.

"Go," he took his hand, "let's go home first."

"Is it okay to go home?" Fu Yuhan asked.

"If he wants to have an attack, he has to wait until tomorrow. I know he has work tonight." Wen Yu shook his head, "Let's talk about tomorrow's matter, anyway, we—"

"Together." Fu Yuhan continued the last part of the sentence.

"Well, we're together."

There is nothing more soothing than this.