Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Things started not long ago.

The man chatted with Fu Yuhan for a while, then suddenly raised his eyelids and glanced at the ceiling above his head, with a slightly sly smile: "Do you want to go up and have a look?"

"Ah?" Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He never thought of eavesdropping on... such a thing, but at that moment, he seemed to be confused by the man's words.

——"There are so many things that can't be said between lovers... Don't you want to listen to Xiao Qi's heart?"

The man said that Boss Chen planned to talk to Wen Yu about his family affairs and his thoughts about the future, and Fu Yuhan followed him out of nowhere.

So heard this.

... Tutor.

That's what he thought about when his older boy told him he "felt so useless."

A little melancholy and a little relieved, and a little helpless.

Wen Yu must be thinking about this for him, Fu Yuhan thought, his Brother Yu worked so hard.

Two people together, this is probably enough.

"Go down?" the man asked, "They will come out in a while."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan nodded, and followed him down—after all, he was eavesdropping as a thief, so it's better not to be discovered by the other party.

Fu Yuhan wanted to tidy up his things, the man gave him a general introduction to the structure of the second floor and then went back, leaving him alone in the room.He silently took out the clothes and hung them up, and put Wen Yu's pile of essential daily necessities where he thought "they should appear".

When he put it in the shower gel, he sniffed it obsessively—it was Wen Yu's familiar smell.

miss him.

Why didn't he come downstairs.

Fu Yuhan glanced upstairs.

This kind of longing is very strange, obviously they are not too far apart, a few steps away, and there is only a few minutes of short separation, but they really want to see him.

Touched emotions may make love grow crazily, while time chases behind and adds fuel to the flames.

The bedroom door had just been opened from the outside, and Fu Yuhan looked over immediately.

He didn't need to bother to see Wen Yu's outline clearly, and he could recognize it quickly with just a glance.He immediately stood up from the suitcase, walked over in two steps, and hugged him with his arms.

With a "bang", the door was slammed shut by two people, and Wen Yu's back hit the door.

"What's the matter?" Although the boyfriend's hug was very warm, Wen Yu was a little surprised, "... What happened? Are you in a bad mood?"

"No, I'm in a good mood." Fu Yuhan closed his eyes and leaned his head on his shoulder, "I just want to hug you for a while, can't I?"

"How could it not work?"

It's fine as long as it doesn't happen.

Wen Yu wrapped his arms around Fu Yuhan's waist.

The double bed was not far from the door. Wen Yu hugged it for a while, then his eyes naturally fell on the bed, and he pushed the person to go there.Fu Yuhan was pushed staggered by him, and before he could stabilize his figure, he was pushed down on the bed by the other party.

Then Wen Yu jumped up, bit the other's lips lightly, and smiled at him.

At an extremely close distance, the breath is filled with the smell of the other party.

Fu Yuhan looked at him silently for a while, then raised his head to kiss him.

"I can tell you're in a better mood." Wen Yu kissed him back, stroking his hand all the way down to his naturally loosened palm, and clasped his fingers tightly.

This is Wen Yu's favorite gesture when kissing, pure and intimate, with a kind of promise-like solemnity.

Just like the whole life he has silently read in his heart.

"Do you want to do it?" Fu Yuhan asked suddenly.

"..." Wen Yu propped himself up and looked at him suspiciously, "Isn't it time for you to jump repeatedly on my head? So active?"

"Is it bad?"

Good is good, but...

Wen Yu asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you're not in a bad mood?"

"I'm in a good mood. Shall I give you a smile?"

"Then you laugh."

Fu Yuhan curled the corner of his lower lip, his indifferent eyebrows and eyes curved into crescent moons.

Then quickly retracted: "Can you?"

Wen Yu: "..."

Although the smile is rare and beautiful, but something is always wrong.

"Don't forget it." Fu Yuhan said.

"..." Wen Yu's whole face wrinkled together.

That expression was so interesting that Fu Yuhan couldn't help but tilt his head to one side, causing his neck to draw a seductive line.

Wen Yu's gaze fell, causing his Adam's apple to roll.

He took a deep breath—

Then he buried his face in Fu Yuhan's neck, sniffed the faint scent on his body, and said in a low voice: "Let's wait until the college entrance examination is over. I'll be a double in two days. I don't want...to affect you."

"Why not affect yourself." Fu Yuhan chuckled.

"because……"

In the end, Wen Yu didn't say the last half of the sentence.

Fu Yuhan didn't take it seriously at first, until the second Monday, when the results of the second model came out.

"The big thing is not good!!!"

Fang Jiayuan hurried in from outside the classroom, his frightened expression made one think he had seen some kind of end of the world.

The cry was so shrill that everyone in the classroom who was doing the questions, reading books, and discussing all put down what they were doing and turned their heads to look at him.

"What's wrong?" A boy stood up and asked, "Our class lost the first place in average score?"

"no!"

"Then what's the matter?" another girl asked, "One class took the top ten in the grade?"

"Neither!"

At this time, Sun Wenrui, who was a step slower than him, rushed in from the outside and yelled at Fang at the end of the classroom: "Fuck, Brother Yu! Why didn't you make it into the top ten this time?!"

"..."

The eyes of the whole class turned, and Fu Yuhan turned to the right——

Wen Yu rubbed his eyes, got up from the table, squinted and asked, "Huh? Second model?"

Sun Wenrui thought he didn't know, and was afraid of hurting him, so he suddenly became softer: "Yes, yes..."

"Ah, that," Wen Yu smiled, "How much is my name?"

"I don't know... We ran back without seeing you in the top ten." Fang Jiayuan scratched his head.

Wen Yu said "Oh": "Shouldn't normal people look at their own grades first?"

Fang Jiayuan: "..."

Sun Wenrui: "..."

Could it be Wen Yu's reaction that a normal person's second-model score suddenly dropped? !

But seeing the relaxed expression on the face of the person involved, they suddenly became less nervous.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Zhou Wenkang's voice suddenly sounded behind them, and the two turned their heads, and quickly rushed back to their seats as if they had seen an eagle's chick.Zhou Wenkang's expression was not very good-looking, his lips were drawn into a straight line, and he coughed lightly: "Wen Yu, come to my office after class."

Wen Yu raised his hand to signal that he heard.

He has been called to the office frequently for several days in a row. The people in the class are not surprised at all, just think that he needs to be commended for winning the competition award, but today's news is really big.

Especially Fu Yuhan, who has been looking at Wen Yu since Fang Jiayuan yelled the first sentence.

This is an English class. As soon as Zhou Wenkang left, English teacher Yu followed in and started the class.The worried or probing eyes of the people in the class finally retracted. Wen Yu turned his head and took a look at Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan frowned: "The last time you asked me about my test score was because of...?"

Wen Yu laughed: "Why are you so smart?"

"No," Fu Yuhan didn't understand, "What's the purpose?"

"Director Yan has been looking for me for a few days, and it's endless." Wen Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, "My dad's trick is really too cheap. I don't have time to come to the school to block me, so I just let the school do the thinking work for me. ...Let me tell you, I have recognized the school leaders in the past two days, and maybe all the people who have time to do ideological work for me have come."

"Then you did this on purpose...?" Fu Yuhan still didn't quite understand, "Isn't it necessary? Why don't you take advantage of the mock exam to fill in the gaps?"

"I told them that my grades will be affected when I go home." Wen Yu said, lowering his head and flipping through his desk pocket, "The mock test scores are not recorded, so I refused to recommend them... This score is not good for me. Use... ah, I found it."

He turned out four rough white papers that didn't look very good.

"What is this?" Fu Yuhan glanced at it.

"I didn't hand in the draft paper issued for the exam." Wen Yu said, "One piece for each subject, I wrote down my answers, and I will know where I went wrong when I go back to class and check them."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Then I thought, anyway, if I have to get a poor score in the test, I will count as 535...or maybe 537, and the Chinese composition is not very accurate." Wen Yu smiled at him, "Three-mode we You can sit in the same examination room now."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

He didn't speak for a while, and Wen Yu suddenly felt a little uneasy: "Are you angry?"

"...It's speechless." Fu Yuhan looked at him and said word by word, "What can I say about you?"

Filling in the gaps?He backed up his answer.

Scores matter?He's said before that he doesn't intend to walk.

Unruly?Forget it, Fu Yuhan will never let Wen Yu "follow the rules".

He sighed: "I suddenly felt that the scores I worked so hard to get were despised."

Wen Yu scratched his head and twitched the corner of his mouth—he didn't expect this: "I was wrong—but I thought you would be happy to take the exam with me next time? We don't see each other for most of the exam. "

"You want to take the exam together, right?" Fu Yuhan didn't know him yet, so he squinted at him at that time, "How long have you been thinking about it?"

Wen Yu laughed hard.

"It's been a long time," he said, "a long, long time."

I have liked him for a long time.

Wen Yu is very excited. People who have been bound in the frame for a long time may be very excited when they occasionally do a big vote, especially this big vote will not substantially affect anything—although it looks a bit "" Overdone", but that's just what it looks like.

After class, Wen Yu went to the office.When he is in a good mood, he is happy to be trained. He put on a sad expression to listen to the teachings, but in fact, he didn't listen to half a sentence.

After the class teacher trained him, he also had the grade group leader, and then the teachers and directors of the Academic Affairs Office and the Student Office.

These teachers have talked to him about "going home" in recent days, and no one knows what tricks he is playing.

But one of the key points in education work is that there can be no presumption of guilt.

So even if everyone knows it well, as long as Wen Yu doesn't nod his head and admit it, no one has the right to accuse him of contempt for the exam.

In the current college entrance examination, students' grades are still first-class.

After teaching for a whole day, the teacher was also tired. Director Yan waved his hand and sent Wen Yu back to class, then turned around and called Wen Ziming.

Wen Yu didn't know what they said, but since that day, Director Yan never looked for him alone.

"victory."

Holding the test paper with a difference of only 3 points, Wen Yu smiled and gave Fu Yuhan a "v".

There is only one class difference between the two of them, and the names are pasted on the form, hidden among the names of the masses.

Darkly, like a couple.

"Don't do such thrilling things in the future." This time Fu Yuhan helped him to check the answers on the draft paper very carefully this time, confirming that he was as correct as before, and still able to maintain the level of the first in the grade, and finally looked relieved.

"No." Wen Yu paused, and assured him, "At least tell you in advance."

"..." Fu Yuhan stared at him helplessly, "You."

"Me." Wen Yu squeezed his hand under the table, "But look, the school leaders won't come looking for me, maybe we can go home after a while."

"...I don't want to cause trouble. If you do it again, I'm afraid I'll have a heart problem." Fu Yuhan said in a low voice, "Let's stay with Brother Chen until the college entrance examination is over."

"Okay, I will listen to you. But there is one thing, you have to listen to me once."

"what?"

"We will be in the same examination room next time." Wen Yu raised his eyes and looked at him seriously. "Come with me to the first examination room."

Fu Yuhan's second model improved by more than 70 points compared to the first model, and climbed from the seventh examination room to the fourth examination room in one leap, which can be called rapid progress.

He has a smart mind, so it's not so much that he can't learn, it's better to say that he has been wasted for two years and didn't study hard. Apart from being a little painful at the beginning, he will gradually improve after trying to pick it up.

Recently, Wen Yu was occasionally asked by him several times, and the two of them were able to get together to discuss the solution to a certain big problem.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said softly: "After the end of the three exams, the only big exam is the college entrance exam, and there will be no first exam room in the future."

"You know what I mean." Wen Yu said.

"En." Fu Yuhan nodded, "Brother Yu."

"Ok?"

"T see you, it's settled." Fu Yuhan raised his fingers, but he stretched out his little finger to hook Wen Yu's, and shook it, "Pull the hook."

Wen Yu laughed.

"Pull the hook." Cooperating with Fu Yuhan's movements, he completed this childish and solemn ceremony.