Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan didn't quite remember how he took a shower afterwards.

Probably by willpower.

Both the bedroom and the bathroom were in a mess, he was tired and sleepy, and he had to stare at Wen Yu cleaning up the room - he really didn't want to leave any traces and be seen by the aunt who came to clean or anyone else.

"Lie down, I'll fix it," Wen Yu pressed him on the bed that had just changed the sheets, and pulled a clean air-conditioning quilt to cover him, "Go to sleep when you're sleepy, obviously I'll check you in the morning no?"

"Then you must clean up..." Fu Yuhan held his eyelids with difficulty.

"Yeah." Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, "Go to sleep—do you want to turn off the light?"

Fu Yuhan closed his eyes and shook his head.

A small warm yellow lamp at the bedside illuminated his slightly thin sleeping face, and his messy hair was scattered on the pillow. Wen Yu saw it, and his heart couldn't be more peaceful.

When a person grows up, there will always be many problems. When he is young, he is full of energy, conceited, dislikes everything, and wants to resist everything.

Fu Yuhan was probably his medicine.

Wen Yu just sat on the bed for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips, found the mobile phone and replaced it with the original calling card, and then threw the mobile phone under the quilt.

The reminders of unread text messages and missed calls accumulated over a period of time poured in like crazy, and he didn't even look at it, humming a song and went to the bathroom to mop the floor.

Fu Yuhan fell asleep for a while, when suddenly he heard a familiar singing voice.

It seems to be... his phone ringing?

He opened his eyes and fumbled to get his cell phone from the bedside table.

"Yang Fan? Cough," as soon as he picked up the phone, he realized that his voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat and said with difficulty, "Why are you calling me at this hour... What's the matter?"

"Are you cold or sleeping?" The lively voice on the other end of the phone was full of surprise.

"……Go to sleep."

"It doesn't seem to be 12 o'clock now, since when did you keep in good health?"

Probably from today.

Fu Yuhan was in pain all over, and he didn't know how to answer this question, so he had to change the topic: "What's the matter?"

"I want to ask you to have dinner tomorrow. What's the matter with you three middle school people? The group shouted for a long time, but you didn't speak, and Wen Yu didn't speak." Yang Fan paused, "Are you two cheating behind our backs? Have you gone to the event?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

In theory, they did engage in some "little activities". That's right.

He lied to Yang Fan for the first time: "No."

Wen Yu was probably still tidying up the bathroom at the moment, Fu Yuhan glanced outside the door, and vaguely saw a faint light in the direction of the bathroom.

"When is tomorrow?" He wanted to sit up, but unexpectedly, the moment his body moved, he felt pain, and he couldn't help but gasped, "...hiss."

"……What’s wrong with you?"

"It's okay..." Fu Yuhan coughed twice, and said with difficulty, "It's twisted."

"...How old are you, can you still twist it on the bed?"

"Let's get down to business, brother." Fu Yuhan felt that he might be exposed if he continued to argue, and he just wanted to make a quick decision to hang up the call. He reluctantly adjusted to a position half leaning against the head of the bed, and said to the phone, " Time, place, person... I'll help you make an appointment with Wen Yu in a while."

In the past, when he said this, Yang Fan would tell him straightforwardly, but today he was silent for three seconds and asked a question.

"You can ask him out, right?"

Fu Yuhan suddenly woke up from his drowsiness, blinked his eyes, and let out a soft "hmm".

"See you after lunch tomorrow. I'll send you the location later. Chu Lei said he wants to go to the place where he played the game last time." Yang Fan said, "Then find a place nearby for dinner at night."

"it is good."

"Then I'll hang up first, you continue to sleep, old man."

"... Who are you talking about the elderly, are you looking for trouble?"

"Aren't the old people who can twist on the bed?" Yang Fan laughed twice, "Okay, remember to help Brother Yue Yu!"

"Ah."

He hung up the phone and stared blankly for a while.

It took him a while before he realized that there was another mobile phone ringing in the room. Fu Yuhan looked around and found a black fruit machine thrown in the middle of the quilts piled at the end of the diagonal line of the double bed, vibrating crazily .

It was obviously Wen Yu's cell phone.

Since changing the number, Wen Yu's cell phone hasn't rang like this for a long time. Fu Yuhan wanted to take a look for him, but his whole body hurts when he moved.

It's really old Wen Yu's ancestor.

He took a deep breath: "Wen Yu!"

The roar was so hoarse that the volume was not as loud as he had imagined, and he had to shout again at the top of his lungs: "Wen Yu! Cough cough, cough cough..."

Well, this time it broke the sound directly.

"What's the matter?" Fortunately, Wen Yu heard it this time, and hurried in from the outside, "Didn't I let you sleep?"

"Your phone is ringing." Fu Yuhan looked at him.

There was still sweat on the man's forehead, and he seemed to have been working hard.

"Ah," Wen Yu glanced at the cell phone that committed the crime, "Don't worry about it, I changed back to the old number, and I'll look at it after cleaning up later."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback: "Did you switch back?"

"Yeah." Wen Yu didn't know how to tell him that he was "satisfied" and suddenly gained a certain kind of courage. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and said embarrassedly, "Anyway, don't worry about it, you sleep Bar."

Fu Yuhan looked at him suspiciously.

"Yang Fan called me just now, saying that we will have a dinner together tomorrow." Fu Yuhan glanced at the new message that just came in on his phone, and said in a low voice, "I'll see you at the shopping mall last time at 1 pm."

"Yang Fan called you just now?" Wen Yu frowned, "Why did he call you after 11 o'clock in the evening?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fu Yuhan: "The point is this?"

Wen Yu pouted.

"He used to call me at night, it's not too late before 12 o'clock." Fu Yuhan looked at him speechlessly, "Why don't I transfer his call to you in the future? Brother Yu, remind you, You liked him too."

"I'm—"

Fu Yuhan stared at him.

"Forget it." Wen Yu sighed, "I was wrong, I will control myself."

"Come here." Fu Yuhan suddenly stretched out his hand.

Wen Yu walked to the head of the bed and was suddenly embraced by Fu Yuhan.

"...I haven't showered yet," Wen Yu hid back, "I'm covered in sweat."

"It's okay." Fu Yuhan asked softly, "Have you finished cleaning?"

"It's almost there." Wen Yu paused, "But I still need to take a shower."

"Shall we... come out to them tomorrow?"

"what?"

"Just let me know between friends, so that you don't feel so insecure all the time." Fu Yuhan yawned as he rubbed his shoulder.

Wen Yu lowered his eyelids.

"Actually... the last time I went to Xishan to play, I already told Yang Fan that I was going to chase you."

"..."

This news is no less than a bolt from the blue.

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a while, and then barely struggled out of the messy feeling of being struck by lightning, he frowned, and let go of him: "...then you still lost your temper with me last time?"

If Yang Fan hadn't informed Wen Yu in the end, he might not have been able to see Wen Yu for the last time before the exam.

Oh, no wonder Yang Fan went to inform Wen Yu.

He just thought, how could it be such a coincidence.

"It's really you, Wen Yu." Fu Yuhan looked at him in disbelief.

Wen Yu touched his nose: "...I was wrong, can I tell you what I have to say in the future?"

"What you say is what you say." Fu Yuhan gave him a sideways look.

"Forget it, where will we meet tomorrow? Forget it, show me Yang Fan's news." Wen Yu frowned and went to get his cell phone, "Your voice is so hoarse, so stop talking."

"Don't you want to talk about going to dinner tomorrow."

"Shall I say it for you? Shut up." Wen Yu slid the WeChat interface to Yang Fan's dialogue box and took a look, then reached out his left hand to Fu Yuhan's head and rubbed it.

Fu Yuhan hid for a while, and squinted his eyes to look at him: "Then I'm still in pain all over, do you want to...cough cough, walk for me?"

"I'll get Yunnan Baiyao to rub it for you in a while, and I'll take a bath first." Wen Yu leaned over and kissed him, narrowing his eyes and smiling, "Can I carry you out tomorrow?"

"...You don't think it's embarrassing, but I do too!"

Fu Yuhan made a gesture to hit him, but who knew that a twist of his waist would cause a sharp pain, and he almost fell off the bed.

Wen Yu hurriedly supported him: "Don't move! But your body is not good enough, and your waist hurts like this after a little exercise..."

"Are you looking for a beating?" Fu Yuhan grinned in pain, and gave him a ferocious look.

"I sincerely suggest that you—"

"what?"

"Come to the gym with me later."

"……what?"

Fu Yuhan thought he was talking nonsense, because he had known Wen Yu for so long, and he had never seen him go to the gym.

He rushed Wen Yu to take a shower, and the two of them went to bed together.

Wen Yu had taken Fu Yuhan in for a long time. At the beginning, they were separated on the double bed, and there was still a gap between them when they slept together; after they got together, they slept closer, and sometimes Wen Yu would come across with one arm; This morning, perhaps because of the instinctive intimacy of human beings after the "unity of soul and body", Fu Yuhan opened his eyes and found that the tip of his nose was poking Wen Yu's collarbone.

What poured into the nostrils was the heat of the other party and the smell of wood that seemed to be pickled.

Fu Yuhan leaned back violently, his eyes widened——

"Huh?" Wen Yu moved a bit, narrowed his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse when he woke up in the morning, "Are you awake?"

"Why do I..." Fu Yuhan froze and didn't dare to move, "No, why did you... hug me to sleep?"

Early in the morning, boys have some unique physiological reactions, and there is nothing to hide from this intimate distance.

"You yourself came into my arms in the middle of the night," Wen Yu laughed, and said in a daze, "You have no impression? You came here and still shouted 'Brother Yu, I hurt'...I don't hold you, I am person?"

Fu Yuhan didn't believe it at all: "...how could I do such a thing."

"Next time I'll set up a night vision camera next to the bed, and take a picture to see how you deny it." Wen Yu closed his eyes, "The alarm clock hasn't rung yet, so you can sleep a little longer."

"Go to sleep, I can't sleep."

Fu Yuhan turned over carefully, avoiding Wen Yu's body, found his mobile phone and checked the time - it was past 10 o'clock, not too early.

"I'm going to make some breakfast, and you'll get up later?"

"Okay," Wen Yu smiled slightly, "My wife is really virtuous."

"Say one more word and I'll come in with a kitchen knife and chop you up right now."

"Ruthless and ungrateful... Isn't it time for you to call my husband for the truth?" Wen Yu opened his eyes, looked at Fu Yuhan who was crawling out of the bed little by little, and asked lazily, "Do you still feel pain? ? Don't move around."

"It's much better after a good night's sleep." Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip, and suddenly turned to look at him, "Next time you lighten up, there won't be so many troubles!"

"Oh, so there will be a next time." Wen Yu smiled, "I thought you wouldn't let me touch it - why are you avoiding me, did I rub you twice just now?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

It turned out that he realized it.

"If a fire breaks out, you want me to be responsible for putting it out?" Fu Yuhan tapped him on the forehead, "I wish you well!"

With that said, he got out of bed and limped to the bathroom.

At this moment, the bathroom was a place that was difficult for him to face calmly. Fu Yuhan was stunned at the door for a while, and then walked in after gathering his composure.

After entering, he checked first to make sure that Wen Yu had cleaned up last night, and then went to wash up.

When the sound of cooking came from the kitchen, Wen Yu opened his eyes again.

Fu Yuhan didn't close the door tightly when he went out, it was blown open by the passing wind, and the light came in from the outside.

He is a person who can't sleep well when there is light. He was stunned for a while, then turned over and sat up, and found out his mobile phone.

After half a night of shaking, the poor cell phone was so shaken that it ran out of battery. He plugged it in and turned it on, and only then did he deal with the ignored messages one by one.

Wen Ziming made a bunch of phone calls to him, as well as secretaries, assistants, drivers... too many to count.

Naturally, there were also a bunch of messages looking for him on WeChat, Wen Yu didn't read any of them, and directly pulled to the latest one, and was taken aback after reading it.

It was sent by Wen Ziming's secretary, and the sending time was around 6:6 pm on June 8, which was the night before the college entrance examination.

"The chairman said that if you can get a good grade in the college entrance examination tomorrow, he can ignore your opposition and agree that you can continue to live in the place you want. In exchange, you need to return to him after the score is announced. A trip to the old house."

"Brother Yu, eat..." Fu Yuhan opened the door and came in, he was taken aback, "Are you up?"

"I just found out something funny." Wen Yu shook his phone at him and said with a smile, "You would never have imagined that Wen Ziming actually bowed his head to me for his sake."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Brother Fu," Wen Yu threw away the phone, opened his arms and waited for him to come over to hug him, "It turns out that I really have nothing to be afraid of. I used to be so stupid."

"I don't know anything else, you are really stupid." Fu Yuhan walked over to hug him, "There is nothing to be afraid of, we are together."

"Well." He rubbed against him, "Can I eat?"

"Okay, get up, I'm done." Fu Yuhan said, "But what did Wen Ziming tell you?"

"He said that he doesn't care if I don't go home, as long as I agree to cooperate with him to go to grandparents and uncles to perform filial piety." Wen Yu borrowed some strength from Fu Yuhan, got out of bed, and sneered, " I bother."

"You don't want to go?"

"See if I'm in a good mood." Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "Isn't it my responsibility to take the initiative in this kind of thing?"

After all, in the middle of the performance, actors have the right to smash the scene at any time——

"Forget it, leave him alone, let's eat first." Wen Yu said as he walked out, "Then let's go find Yang Fan..."

"Official announcement." Fu Yuhan gently followed his words.