Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

In the third middle school, the group of senior high school students all know a truth.

Brother Fu from Class Six, although he doesn't talk much, he keeps his word——

The final admission scores for art candidates are calculated based on the proportion of professional scores and cultural scores. It is also for T major. Fu Yuhan does not need to catch up with Wen Yu in terms of cultural scores, but he still opened the door. The study mode of forgetting to eat and sleep, the whole person grows like a mushroom in front of the desk.

Every morning when Wen Yu woke up, Fu Yuhan was reading in the living room, and he even suspected that if it wasn't for going to school together, Fu Yuhan would have left first.

He should be because of the phrase "take the exam with me to the first exam room", Wen Yu thought.

It was really sour and sweet.

Before, no one had sacrificed so much for him, not even a mother who was very kind to him.

His mother is... a woman who has her own life. She loves fitness, shopping, and flower arrangement. Everyday life is colorful. Relatively, she may have some slight neglect of her son.

Fortunately, Wen Yu's temperament is very "independent", and he doesn't mind it-maybe he minded before the age of three, but he doesn't remember such a small thing.

But now, there is a person who is so desperate because of his words.

I am very happy, but also a little distressed, and even jealous of my homework.

The last point was too sick, Wen Yu never brought it up to Fu Yuhan, but he couldn't help but harass him by doing little tricks while he was reading.

"You woke up too early." This morning, Wen Yu came out of the room with squinted eyes, naturally sat on the sofa and hugged Fu Yuhan, put his head on his sleek shoulders, and muttered with closed eyes, "Why not?" Sleep more... I won't be able to touch you when I get up."

"Look at the words every morning to save you from forgetting them when you can." Fu Yuhan moved his neck to make him lean more comfortably, "You don't want to wear a blindfold to sleep, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well if you turn on the light and read in the room."

"So why don't you sleep more, and don't rush..."

"Yes." Fu Yuhan read the book with downcast eyes. Although there was not much expression on his face, his expression was gentle. "Two years have been wasted. If you want to catch up, you have to spend twice as much time. It's fair."

"But I read the admission brochure for art students that day, you really don't need to be like this..."

"Yes." Fu Yuhan turned his head and tapped Wen Yu's lips with an index finger, "Brother Yu, I have to let myself stand by your side, if I don't become better, I will feel... I I'll feel like I'm not good enough for you."

Love makes people feel inferior.

The boyfriend of a god of learning can't be a scumbag.

His voice was soft, melting in the morning air, like a feather brushing against his ears.

A little itchy.

Wen Yu opened his eyes, opened his mouth and bit Fu Yuhan's finger lightly, and then slowly licked it around the fingertip.

Fu Yuhan withdrew his hand abruptly, like an electric shock: "What are you doing? It's early in the morning!"

"Why not," Wen Yu raised his head, stretched out one leg on the sofa, half-kneeled and leaned forward to kiss it, whispering between his lips and teeth, "I like you..."

The vocabulary book in his hand slipped to the ground, and he lay down on the sofa, his palm was the temperature of the other person's waist, and his breath was full of the smell of another person.

Unknowingly, the winter jasmine blooms, the willow branches sprout, and the cherry trees on the side of the road tap into buds; the air in the morning is humid and cool, but their close hug is warm.

The temperature in the living room seemed to be rising.

until--

squeak--

"Ah, shouldn't I come in at this time?" The man opened the small glass door on the second floor with a plate in his hand.

He said so, but he didn't evade, he put the plate in his hand on the long wooden table by the door with a natural attitude, and said with a smile: "I baked some toast, you go to school after eating .”

Wen Yu sighed, got up from Fu Yuhan, and said helplessly, "Brother Lu, why do you have to be so excited to make breakfast today?"

Usually, they didn't see anything to eat when they kissed inextricably early in the morning.

"Because your brother Chen woke up early today and said he wants to have breakfast." The man pointed to the upstairs with an innocent look, "You can find him if you are dissatisfied."

Wen Yu sneered: "I think he just can't understand that I'm actually a 1—ah!"

Fu Yuhan kicked the unrestrained Wen Yu in the direction of the bathroom by Fu Yuhan, whose face was on fire: "You give me a hammer, go wash up!"

The man laughed.

Fortunately, he didn't have any interest in picking up music, so he put down his breakfast and went upstairs to have breakfast with Chen Feifan, which didn't make Fu Yuhan's face continue to burn.

But after Wen Yu came out of the wash, he found that the tips of his ears were still red, so he couldn't help touching them twice: "Why are you so shy."

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze: "Don't you feel embarrassed? To be caught doing that kind of thing..."

"What did you do?" Wen Yu said as a matter of course, "Are we both buttoned up properly?"

"..."

"Besides," Wen Yu paused, pointing to the downstairs, "Actually, gays are quite open, and it's not like no one is secretly in the toilet when the downstairs is open...'Hit the home run', the two of them guessed It’s no surprise at all.”

"..."

Fu Yuhan was silent for three seconds: "Have you been downstairs?"

"Before I was a minor, they didn't sell me alcohol, and let me drink privately with the boss, so I didn't count as having been there, but it's not like I haven't been there at all." Wen Yu said, "What else do you want to know? I'll be honest. "

"..." The other party's overly candid attitude made Fu Yuhan helpless, he smiled lightly, "I'm not checking posts."

"It's okay, I'm willing to let you investigate." The smile on Wen Yu's face disappeared, he reached out to hold Fu Yuhan's hand, thought for a while and said, "Boss used to always say that I forced myself—at that time I smoked, drank, Sneaking into bars with other people... Actually, I don't like it very much, it's just..."

Just aimless and aimless against the world.

He was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly bent slightly, he grabbed Fu Yuhan's hand and kissed it little by little, and said with a smile: "Check my post, please."

"Nervous." Fu Yuhan looked at him.

"Then do you like it?"

"Ah."

His attitude was natural and casual, as if he was talking about the most ordinary things.

So Wen Yu was happy again.

The two had a simple breakfast together, changed their clothes and prepared to go to school.

When he was about to leave, someone's cell phone rang.

In order to avoid calls from Wen Ziming, Wen Yu recently re-issued a phone card to use. For the time being, only Fu Yuhan, the eldest brother, and the fourth brother who are in frequent contact know about it. Generally, no one calls him, so he subconsciously turned to him Fu Yuhan looked over there.

"Hello?" Fu Yuhan picked up the phone, "...Get up, um...today?...Uh, maybe it's not very good, is Saturday okay?...Well, no, it's okay, I have a place to live...Okay, Okay, let's go on Saturday, and I will contact you then."

Wen Yu waited until he hung up the phone before asking, "Who is it?"

"Uncle Qin." Fu Yuhan said, "The house was sold, and he told me to find time to pack up my things and move to the house they rented temporarily."

Wen Yu glanced at him.

Fu Yuhan looked down at the screen of the phone that had been turned off.The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, so he wasn't unhappy, but his eyes were slightly distracted, as if in a daze.

Wen Yu thought for a moment, then reached out and touched the top of his head: "I'm here."

"I've grown so big, you are the first person who has the courage to touch my head." Fu Yuhan raised his eyelids and gave him a light look.

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, and vigorously rubbed the top of his head twice: "How?"

Fu Yuhan took a deep breath unbearably, and looked at his posture to hit someone.

—and then he put his arms around him.

Fu Yuhan put his forehead on Wen Yu's shoulder, and said softly: "I don't know... Brother Yu, I'm not very sad now, but... there's an indescribable feeling, as if everything is over, and everything is ending. start."

"Well," Wen Yu hugged him back, "I understand, even if it's something I don't like, the time we spend together cannot be ignored. This feeling may... and I burn all the old textbooks every time I graduate feel the same."

Fu Yuhan laughed softly: "Are you still burning books?"

"Well, find a brazier, burn one by one, and burn it all night. I always feel that I am forced to study by my father, but every time I burn it, my mood is actually very delicate. It should be said... Cool and sad?" Wen Yu smiled, "So, every time I thought of you and Yang Fan knowing each other for so long, I was not happy."

I know that Yang Fan is a good person, I know that Yang Fan is straight, but——

But "I understand the truth, but I can't do it."

"..." Fu Yuhan was helpless, "You really can turn to Yang Fan anyway."

"I'm just narrow-minded, don't you agree?" Wen Yu said, and changed the topic, "But you are so kind to me... I have tried very hard to control myself not to be jealous."

"How's the result?"

"It has little effect." Wen Yu said seriously, "I thought about it carefully, and I think it has something to do with dissatisfaction with desire, what do you think?"

Fu Yuhan gave him an elbow backhand, and broke free from his arms: "I think it's better to take medicine earlier if you are sick."

Moving things was a problem, because the two of them didn't dare to go home recently, but Fu Yuhan wanted to put his personal belongings with Wen Yu.

Or put it in other places, in short, he doesn't want to move to the rental house again.

In the year he moved away from Fu Xuecheng, he had a hasty schedule. He left behind a lot of toys and game consoles, and lost most of his childhood fun, which he regretted for a long time.

But now, he wants to take the initiative to abandon those old objects that have been stained with dust by time.

Old books can be sold, old clothes can be donated.

The limited old shoes that don't fit too well can be given away.

The bad old memories are scattered, and after drying in the sun, the dust is flying, and I feel much happier.

Wen Yu asked Chen Feifei to borrow a medium-sized car, and accompanied Fu Yuhan home on Saturday, packed three boxes, and then took them back to the home where he hadn't been back for a long time for the camp.They were lucky today, they didn't see anything similar to Wen Ziming's eyeliner.Wen Yu locked the three boxes into the small room, and left with Fu Yuhan.

A few days later, the school exam results of University T came out, and Fu Yuhan passed the line.

After passing the line, that is to say, he has the qualifications to apply for T University, so he focuses more on his homework.

The college entrance examination is approaching day by day, and the atmosphere in Class [-] is quite different from before. The group of boys who are addicted to playing basketball gradually stop going out, and form a circle behind the classroom after class.

Doing questions and discussing, the content of the conversation changed from "new basketball shoes" to "freshly obtained real questions from xx province xx years".

Time passing like water pushes everyone forward.

It seems that in a blink of an eye, the three models began.Wen Yu got his wish and came to the fourth examination room with Fu Yuhan.

The candidates in other classes around were very real. The first question was "Why are you here", and the next question became "Can I copy the answer by then".

"Just put the test paper on the table, we will read it ourselves!" Everyone said.

Wen Yu was noncommittal.

Although he couldn't understand why cheating is possible in such a simple exam, when he was in No. [-] Middle School, other classmates told him-"The mentality of our scumbags is that when we take the exam, we can sit next to a bully. Ascending to heaven with chickens and dogs, saying such a sentence is actually a ceremony, and it doesn't have to depend on your answer, do you understand?"

Wen Yu understood, and Wen Yu said: "So what you mean is to tell me not to sleep on my stomach after the exam."

Anyway, the papers are spread there.

It seems to be very open, but people who don't have squinted eyes can't see clearly.

Yes, that's right.

The people around were very satisfied: "Thanks to the god of learning for saving my life!"

Wen Yu rolled his eyes speechlessly, and then saw Fu Yuhan smile at him invisibly across the crowd.

So he laughed too.

This is a relaxed and pleasant exam, for Wen Yu.

The moment he finished writing, there were still 15 minutes before the end of the exam, but he did not leave in a hurry, his eyes lightly passed over Fu Yuhan's profile as he looked back at the wall clock.

He is thinking.

He is calculating.

He is checking.

No need to sit in the examination room and guess wildly, he is not far away.

Wen Yu was very satisfied.

"Finished?" The invigilator walked up to him and said softly, "Don't worry, check it carefully."

"It's been checked." Wen Yu glanced at the wall clock.

"If you look at the time, it's still that long." The teacher said, "It's useless to be anxious."

Wen Yu smiled, still maintaining the habit of looking behind the clock for 2 minutes, and the corner of his eyes fell on a beautiful neck.

The invigilator thought he didn't listen, shook his head and walked back to the podium.

The three models imitated the schedule of the college entrance examination and took the exam for two days. At the end of the exam, Fu Yuhan packed his things with downcast eyes, with a bit of fatigue on his calm face.

"Tired?" Wen Yu walked to his side, bent down and looked at his face.

"Well," Fu Yuhan took a breath, "I want to go out and have a meal."

"...You can easily mislead me when you talk like this." Wen Yu was speechless.

Fu Yuhan was more speechless than him: "...I want to eat meat, real meat."

"Okay, let's go, I invite you."

"Shall I pay? I just got my salary from my fourth brother." Fu Yuhan paused, "You still have money? Did your father cut off your food?"

"I saved it before, and..." Wen Yu pulled the corners of his mouth, with a strange expression, "Auntie Fang transferred 2000 yuan to me in the morning, and I forgot to ask her during the exam."

"You can ask now." Fu Yuhan stood up, "Let's eat first, and we can discuss who will pay later."

"it is good."

Fang Wanjing seemed very busy.

Wen Yu called her on WeChat, and after five or six calls, one of them was cut off manually. After less than a minute, she sent a message to the other side, saying that it was inconvenient to answer now.

Fang Wanjing: What's the matter with you?

Wen Yu: I was taking an exam during the day, and I just saw that you transferred money to me.

The news fell silent, and Wen Yu and Fu Yuhan didn't receive a reply until half an hour later, when they had eaten most of their dinner.

Fang Wanjing: Xiao Yu, Auntie is in a divorce lawsuit with your father. No matter what the final result is, it may have nothing to do with you in the future.But Auntie has treated you like a son since before, so you can treat that money...as a small gift from a well-meaning elder.

Wen Yu: "..."

"What's wrong?" Fu Yuhan keenly noticed that his expression was wrong.

Wen Yu didn't speak, and handed the phone to him.

"I suddenly felt very sorry for her." Wen Yu pursed his lower lip, "I'm really not...a good 'son'."

"Actually, it's still too late to start studying now... as long as you want." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Brother Yu, I don't think such things as family affection are completely maintained by blood."

Fu Yuhan's closest relative at home is Qin Xiaolu, and they are only half related by blood.

As for Wen Yu...

"Even if they get divorced, it doesn't matter, you can still recognize her as your godmother," Fu Yuhan said, "As long as you want."

Wen Yu didn't answer.

A divorce lawsuit is not an easy one, and it might take half a year or a year. Before that, he just wants to focus on the college entrance examination first.

In the end, he only replied with a short sentence in the past.

Wen Yu: Thank you, Aunt Fang.

The weather is getting warmer and the sun is getting higher day by day.

In the last week before the college entrance examination, the school will give all students a holiday, and before this review holiday, there are two things to do.

The first one is the "College Entrance Examination Mobilization Conference", which invites all senior three students and their parents to participate in the school auditorium.

The second thing is to clean up.

Fu Yuhan was in a special situation. He had been arguing with his class teacher for two days and asked him to participate in the mobilization meeting for the college entrance examination. As for Wen Yu's side... He originally wanted to do the same, but Fang Wanjing took the initiative to contact him.

"I don't mean anything else," Fang Wanjing's tone was still as cautious as before on the phone, "I just feel that this kind of activity... no matter what, there should be a parent present. The college entrance examination is a big event after all."

Wen Yu didn't make a sound.

"If you really can't accept it, that's fine... Shall I intercede with the teacher for you?" she asked.

"No, come here." Wen Yu bit his lower lip, stretched out his hand to pinch Fu Yuhan's hand who was standing next to him and looked at him, and said softly, "Thank you...Mom."

Fu Yuhan squeezed his hand backhand.

When he put down the phone, Fu Yuhan smiled softly: "Look, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming."

"It's already summer." Wen Yu's calm face showed a sense of relief, "Let's go, let's go back to the classroom and clean it up. If you touch fish again, Ge Ran will scold you."

"She doesn't know how to curse." Fu Yuhan said with a smile.

"Don't speak good words for her. To me, she is a 'rival in love'." Wen Yu pointed at him, "Finish the work assigned to us early before fishing."

Fu Yuhan let out a "huh": "Then I want to go to another place."

"where?"

Two hours later, the building was empty.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was not as dazzling as it was at noon. The golden light seemed to be glazed, fluffy and orange.

With his pockets in his pockets, Fu Yuhan walked into the empty building slowly, walked to the window with ease, and sat on it with his arms stretched out.

He put his legs on the window frame, looked sideways at Wen Yu, and directed him to move: "Go a little further to the left, facing me... no, too much, take a small step to the right... no, too much... okay ,that's all."

Fu Yuhan took out his phone, turned on the camera and aimed it at him, and adjusted the lens position and shooting parameters.

"Okay, now look down, then look up at me."

Wen Yu did as he said, bathing in the sunlight coming in from the other side of the empty building.

Just heard a "click"——

"Okay." Fu Yuhan smiled with satisfaction, and put away his phone, "It was like this on the afternoon of your first day in No. [-] Middle School. I sat here, and then you walked in from the outside. Brother Yu——"

He waved at him.

Wen Yu walked over.

"This may be some kind of hint," Fu Yuhan held his hand with downcast eyes, his eyes were vaguely nostalgic, "Brother Yu, you brought light into my life."

"Do you know what I was thinking that day?" Wen Yu asked suddenly.

"what?"

"I was thinking that this guy is really pretentious, but it's so interesting." Wen Yu stood, leaning his upper body forward, and gently kissed Fu Yuhan who was on the window sill. Transfer to this study for nothing."

Later, I found out that it was more than interesting.

His life is silent and boring like a black and white silent film, so it has sound and color.

"What are you two doing?!"

Suddenly there was a surprised and uncertain roar not far away. Fu Yuhan, as a veteran school bully fighting on the front line of violating discipline, could recognize someone by his voice without turning his head.

It's Director Yao!

The bald head at the student!

Why is he here!Why didn't you check the cleaning in the third year of high school!

"Brother Yu, come up." With his lips parted, Fu Yuhan pulled him up with all his strength.Wen Yu reacted quickly and jumped onto the windowsill: "Fuck, Lao Yao!"

"It's okay, jump." Fu Yuhan kicked his long legs and landed on the playground. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a bald old man with a shocked face on the plastic track.

He grabbed Wen Yu's hand and stretched his long legs: "Run!"

"Fu Yuhan! Wen Yu! What were you doing just now?!"

Director Yao roared with all his strength behind him, and Fu Yuhan replied loudly while running: "Nothing! You didn't see anything—"

Whether it's puppy love, homosexuality, or cleaning and fishing.

In a few days it will be the college entrance examination. Who will use those "rules and regulations" to block others?

At the end of May, a little restless wind blew by, stirring up the hem of the school uniforms of the young people.

Young life runs in the sun.

with their wanton love.

The author has something to say: end of text

Because it is a campus text, the main text will stop here, and the subsequent stories will be written in the form of a side story, and there are probably tens of thousands of words left, so don't worry.I always see everyone making up the follow-up plot by themselves and going to give myself a knife. I also feel very helpless. After all, I have no intention of giving a knife... In short, the extra episodes are sweet daily life, so don't worry anymore.

It was agreed to update at 6:100 p.m. Today, this chapter is a little late because of the card. Although there is no update, I still plan to chop diao (bushi) as I said when I entered v. [-] small red envelopes will be dropped in the comment area of ​​this chapter. Thank you all for your hard work.

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