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Chen Feifei was a lazy person, every time Wen Yu saw him, he was either sleeping or having a drink on the sofa.It is said that it was because I had enough fun when I was young, and later I was busy with business, so that I became less and less frightened in private.

The man told Wen Yu that Chen Feifei just got up from the bed and was washing up.

Wen Yu: "..."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

It is evening now, both of them are out of school, so getting up at this time is a great thing in every sense.

"But you can go upstairs and find him," said the man.

The third floor is the private space of the boss and his boyfriend. Wen Yu had never been there before, and he was a little surprised to get permission. He subconsciously glanced at Fu Yuhan.

"Then you go." Fu Yuhan raised his chin, "I'll pack my things."

Wen Yu has a lot of stuff and has low life skills, so Fu Yuhan helped him stuff some of the personal items he sorted out into the boxes in the end.

Although Wen Yu actually didn't want that.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "You can leave it alone, wait for me to come back and take care of it together?"

Fu Yuhan laughed and said nothing, as if mocking his ability.

"You're just making trouble because you haven't yet taken the college entrance examination." Wen Yu pointed at him, and walked away feeling unhappy and helpless.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

The man waited until Wen Yu came out of the small door on the second floor, then lowered his head and laughed twice: "What charades are you playing?"

Fu Yuhan's gaze was drawn away, his long eyelashes lowered and raised again, his gaze hesitated.

"It doesn't matter if you can't say it," the man was considerate, "I'm just asking casually."

"...No." Fu Yuhan bit his lower lip, and he suddenly realized that this person was Wen Yu's friend's boyfriend.

Acquaintances, same kind.

There seems to be nothing wrong with making a big joke...just a little embarrassed.

Fu Yuhan didn't have many friends since he was a child, and he didn't have the attribute of "self-acquaintance" in his nature.

But, he thought, this is Wen Yu's circle of friends.

Wen Yu's circle of friends.

Wen Yu's circle of friends.

Say it silently three times.

call.

"It's just..." He tried to bring it out, "We agreed not to do it before the college entrance examination... so what."

"Pfft," the man laughed as soon as he heard it, and he was overjoyed, "Can you bear it? How old are you?"

"Eat some desserts, not dinner." Fu Yuhan opened the box and took out the clothes, "... Otherwise, if you get hurt, you will delay your study."

Moreover, Wen Yu's original words were - "Forget it, you can't let me have sex, I don't have enough self-control."

Although Fu Yuhan didn't understand why this person who pretended to be a first-class expert felt that he had no self-control, but after thinking about it later, he couldn't help it even if he wasn't sure.

The person you like is with you day and night, and when this kind of thing opens the gate, it may be a flood.

But he didn't say this kind of thing, he was too... ashamed to panic.

Fu Yuhan concealed his subtle embarrassment by drooping his eyes.

The man leaned against the door frame with his chest folded, and he said "uh" leisurely: "This is easy to handle, and I can let Lao Chen teach him well later-by the way, who will go up and who will go down?"

"..."

Brother, there is no need to be so enthusiastic.

"I'll follow him." Fu Yuhan said vaguely.

"Then you have a good temper," the man said, "Old Chen and I fought over it when we were young."

"..." Fu Yuhan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Isn't it too exaggerated?"

The man smiled, thinking of Jiu Yuan's story: "You are young and full of vigor, and there were always fights at that time. Don't talk about this, we even fought about who went downstairs to take out the garbage when we lived together."

"I didn't deal with Wen Yu when we first met." When it came to the common topic, Fu Yuhan relaxed a little, and then smiled lightly, "Almost...have a fight."

"We almost didn't fight. We fought for real at that time."

Fu Yuhan is not very good at finding topics, but the man is good at chatting, he talked about the past stories at one time and another, and the chat ended.

Wen Yu walked up the stairs, walked to another small door, and pushed it open.

The layout of the third floor is completely different from that of the second floor, full of American industrial style and graffiti-style decoration.When Wen Yu entered the door, he heard a "buzzing" sound from a certain direction.He followed the sound and saw the boss shaving with a razor in the bathroom.

The boss saw him and beckoned to him; Wen Yu stood at the door, waiting for him to finish shaving before saying, "Aren't you getting up too late?"

"I don't have to go to school." The boss wiped his freshly shaved chin with lotion, and snorted slightly, "I'm so happy without going to school or working, you will understand later."

Wen Yu gave him a disgusted look.

Not wanting to be despised by the boss in such a matter, Wen Yu quickly changed the subject: "Are you looking for me?"

"Ah," the boss raised his chin, "tell me about it."

"what?"

"Tell me about your love life." The boss said with a big smile, "I'm very kind. I haven't told them the story of you drinking seven bottles of wine when you came to my place last time."

Wen Yu: "..."

He smiled without emotion: "Thank you then."

"You're welcome." The boss answered the conversation politely, walked out of the bathroom, and walked towards the balcony.When passing by the coffee table, he walked away with a pack of opened cigarettes and lighters, stuffed one into his mouth, then turned around and handed one to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu subconsciously raised his hand and put it back, thought for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, stop smoking."

Chen Feifan laughed at him: "It's different when you have a family."

Wen Yu followed him to the small balcony on the third floor. In just a short while, the night had fallen, and the dots of thousands of lights spread out in front of his eyes like a blanket of Milky Way stars, so bright and so far away.

His heart was very quiet, he pondered for a moment and said: "I don't like smoking either."

Chen Feifan glanced at him quite unexpectedly, and quickly smiled lightly, lighting a cigarette for himself: "There will be a day when I will hear your confession."

"I used to just want to fight against my dad," Wen Yu's eyes fell in the distance, "but he told me...hope I'll be 'real'."

"Then you've found a good match." Having said that, Chen Feifei paused, "Hey, wait a minute, although I don't think it's unexpected, I still need to ask... It was the last time you cried to me That's the one you're chasing, right?"

"...When the hell did I cry?" Wen Yu was speechless, "That's right."

Chen Feifan nodded: "Oh, that's good—let's talk about your partner."

Being interrupted by such an interruption, Wen Yu didn't have the mood to continue talking. He paused for a while before remembering what he said just now: "I used to want to confront my dad, but I never dared to confront him head-on, but this time... you Look, I'm running out."

"Have you quarreled with your father?" Chen Feifei raised his eyebrows.

"Ah."

The quickest way to heal a wound is to scoop out the surrounding rotting flesh.

Painful but hearty.

Wen Yu took a deep breath: "Now that I have someone who can see me, I have to force myself to stop being afraid... Xiaohan is much braver than me, and I don't want to be compared to him."

Chen Feifei smiled and smoked silently.

"He said he wouldn't take the money if he didn't take it from the family. I introduced him to work as a model with the fourth brother, and now he is basically self-sufficient." Wen Yu smiled wryly, "Brother, sometimes I really feel that I am useless , I thought about it for a long time that day... a lot of things can only be done after graduating from college, and now I seem to have to teach people." He paused, "...it doesn't seem to be good, I really can't bear the stupid people."

He wrote notes for Fu Yuhan, which benefited the people in the sixth class. At the beginning, a few people thought he was easy to talk, and came to him with low-level questions.

At the beginning, he answered with a kind look, but at that time he was in a state of desperation about how to chase Fu Yuhan, and he had turned people back when he had a bad temper.

How stupid, how can someone not understand a question three times?

"That's a little self-aware of you." Chen Feifei laughed for a long time.

Then, with a cigarette in his mouth, he gave him a mischievous look and said, "Actually, you might as well come and help me as a tutor."

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and looked over: "Huh?"

"I'm thinking about opening another bar of other styles, but I just don't have enough staff." Chen Feifei smiled, "No matter how conflicted you are with your father, you will take over from him, so you should learn how to do business in advance."

"...Why should I take over his class?"

"Do you want to start your own business? Come on, starting a business is so hard. Besides, Xiaoqi, the times are different."

Chen Feifei sighed, pointed to the busy street downstairs and said, "Sometimes young people come here, and the things they talk about are very different from ours. In your father's generation, opportunities were everywhere, and gold was everywhere; It was much less when I was in my twenties; as for now...forget it. No matter how good you are, you may not be able to reach the level of your father when you go out to start a business alone-stop, don’t rush to refute me, I’m not saying You can't, it's just that in this era, there are not so many opportunities."

"I understand what you mean," he said, "Young people always want to prove that they are different from their parents and that they are better, but it is not necessary. Really, Xiaoqi, if you think you can, then take over the company It is also good to take it in another direction, it is not necessarily easier to keep a business than to start a business, this is a misunderstanding.”

The boss is one of the few among their playmates who knows something about Wen Yu's family background. He has eaten a lot on the road, so Wen Yu will listen to his suggestions to some extent.

He pursed his lower lip, so he fell into deep thought: "...I am, not quite reconciled."

"Think about it for yourself. If you don't pick up a lot of money for nothing, you're not taking advantage of others? Xiao Qi, you are not alone now." Chen Feifei patted him on the shoulder, "Anyway, I'm not in a hurry, you Take the test first, think slowly."

Yeah, he's not alone now.

He couldn't bear to see Fu Yuhan going to the fourth brother to report every weekend.

Jealousy is another matter, but sometimes he feels uncomfortable when he takes off his clothes and takes pictures of his underwear in that cold studio in winter.

"However, I plan to take the entrance examination for T University." Wen Yu added.

"What? I can't go to the imperial capital to open a shop?"

"...OK." He lowered his eyes, "Let me think about it."

"Have you heard that?" The man chuckled softly.

Fu Yuhan nodded.

His expression was a little complicated: "...I didn't expect him to think about this."

"It's a very practical problem that we have to face." The man led him downstairs, "Old Chen and I also struggled with the pressure of reality when we were young... Let's take it as a little heartfelt words from the seniors."

Fu Yuhan pursed his lower lip: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The author has something to say: Fuck you, the time for people to save manuscripts outside is wrong, it’s a little bit late