Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Before school was over in the afternoon, Wen Yu was doing a physics paper. In order to finish it in one go, he stayed in the classroom for 20 minutes, and when he looked up, only Ge Ran was left in the classroom.

The girl stood in front of his desk, a little surprised: "You don't even do force analysis in physics?"

Wen Yu habitually put on a proper smile: "I've done it."

"Didn't you see your draft?"

"It's in my head."

"Excellent." Ge Ran suddenly showed a hint of envy, "Look at how fast you are doing...I can't do it anymore, I am short in physics."

Wen Yu smiled, not wanting to mention it, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Waiting for you." Ge Ran shook the key, "Fu Yuhan is not here, I will lock the door today."

Lock the door?

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you going to study late later?"

"The classroom still has to be locked when no one is around during dinner. Don't people from the public come to the school to borrow the court during the community open day? Don't lock it for fear of losing something—I'll open the door after dinner. "

"Oh... You said it earlier, I won't write the paper here, did you waste your time?"

Wen Yu gave a gentle smile, stuffed the finished paper back into the drawer, and stood up with the bag in hand.Ge Ran was shorter than him, and when he got up, his eyes naturally drooped, and he asked casually, "What does locking the door have to do with Fu Yuhan?"

"He..." Ge Ran's voice paused, and his smile suddenly became a little awkward, "He is the first to leave every day, and he usually takes care of the keys."

Getting up early and leaving late, is he so studious?

Wen Yu said oh, didn't ask any more questions, and left with a smile.

He lived very close, so he shouldn't be in such a hurry to go home for dinner, but he came out as soon as he came out.

During school hours, there is always a lot of noise outside the school gate.Numerous people and vehicles coming off work, as well as students from No. [-] Middle School wandering around looking for food, made it difficult to pass.

Wen Yu chose a small path close to the corner, dressed in the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School, and walked all the way back to the residence in a low-key and not low-key way.

Usually, during dinner time, an aunt will come to the house to cook for him and do sanitation part-time.However, what he didn't expect was that it was someone else standing in the kitchen today.

The woman is well maintained, with a gentle face, and looks almost as if she is only in her 30s.She was busy in the kitchen, her movements were a little rusty, but she could be seen to be very serious.

The aroma of the food wafts from the kitchen and it almost feels "home".

Wen Yu was in a daze for a while, clenched his fists tightly, his slightly long nails pierced a little into the soft flesh of his palm, he quickly let go, and smiled: "Mom, why is it you, auntie?"

"Xiaoyu, are you back?" The woman turned her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her wrist, and smiled at him with squinted eyes, "I want to cook you a meal today, and Auntie asked her to go back after finishing the hygiene... My son has been sick for the past few days, so let her go home early."

"Really," Wen Yu leaned against the kitchen door and didn't go in, "I don't even know."

His father had taught him a lesson before, saying that he was too indifferent in this regard, but unfortunately Wen Yu didn't think there was a problem with him.In his opinion, when the aunt who cooks finishes the work, his father is responsible for paying the money, and the money and the goods are paid off, so there is no need for each other to pay attention to their private lives.

But the woman in front of him, as his father's wife, actually took the initiative to find an excuse for him: "You are so busy studying, and your aunt usually leaves when you come back from get out of class. I don't see you a few times. It's normal if you don't know."

She is a very gentle person with many smiles, but with such a smile, Wen Yu suddenly doesn't want to continue the chat.

"How long do you need?" He asked, "School starts evening study at seven o'clock."

"It'll be fine soon, you go wash your hands and wait for me at the table."

Wen Yu turned his head and went to the toilet.

The tap water carried a bit of summer heat, and it wasn't cool enough for his hands. He lowered his head, wiped his face with water, and finally felt more comfortable.

When he came out of the toilet, the food had already been brought to the dining table. The woman sat down after wiping her hands, and glanced at the closed door on the other side of the living room.

"Auntie told me...you have locked that room all the time, and you didn't let her in..." She looked a little anxious, "Is there any problem?"

Wen Yu raised his eyelids, his usually smiling face was rarely expressionless.

The woman's voice faded.

After a while, he said, "It's the mourning hall."

"Ah," the woman felt a little more uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, I didn't mean to..."

Wen Yu lowered his head and smiled: "It's okay, let's eat, thank you for coming here today."

"Why are you being polite to me?" She bit her lower lip and forced a smile, "If you're not busy, come back to eat with us occasionally..."

"Busy." Wen Yu interrupted her, "Senior year, very busy."

"..."

The woman seemed to sigh vaguely, and stopped talking.

A dull meal.Although Wen Yu usually eats alone and doesn't talk, he knows how to put on TV anyway, and the atmosphere is not like this.

He felt uncomfortable staying here, so he really wanted to leave, and the late self-study was just an excuse.

Maybe it was the phrase "Senior year is very busy" that set a flag, and the English teacher who was on duty next door came over halfway through self-study that night and gave them two extra test papers.

The evening episode made Wen Yu less interested in the test papers and didn't want to start writing. When he was upset, he hoped that others would be upset too. After thinking about it, he took out his phone and sent Fu Yuhan a message.

Wen Yu: Have you finished your homework?

Fu Yuhan didn't ignore him today, but he didn't talk much, and sent back a question mark not long after.

Wen Yu continued to send the bad news: Lao Yu just came over to add two papers.

Fu Yuhan returned six points.

Although Lao Yu is a male teacher, his difficulty is no less than that of "Hua Concubine Empress".

From the six points, Wen Yu felt the other party's broken mood.

He smiled with satisfaction, put the phone back, picked up a pen and started writing the paper.

Facts have proved that the "Concubine Hua" is really difficult to deal with.

Early the next morning, Fu Yuhan was called to the office by him.

"Why do you look so pale—you haven't slept all night?" Lao Yu made himself a cup of wolfberry and red dates, and looked at Fu Yuhan while drinking.

The tall boy poked on the edge of the desk, his face was pale and thin, and he was about to collapse in minutes.

"I'm surprised, what are you doing all night? I see that you have handed in all your homework in other subjects, but it's shameful that you haven't finished mine?"

Fu Yuhan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "I was away last night, and I didn't get the next two papers."

"Not here?" Lao Yu is next door to Zhou Wenkang's desk, he knocked on the partition, "Old Zhou, did you Fu Yuhan ask for leave for self-study last night?"

"No." Zhou Wenkang was not on duty last night, and he said helplessly, "Fu Yuhan, did you stay late for self-study again?"

Old Yu turned to look at him.

Fu Yuhan: "Yes."

"You're very good. Now it's fair to skip late self-study. I think you are—"

When Lao Yu said this, his voice suddenly paused for a moment.Fu Yuhan followed his gaze and saw Wen Yu walking in from outside with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, are you looking for me?"

The school uniform of the No. [-] Middle School was finally distributed to Wen Yu. The dark blue short sleeves on the white school uniform clearly outlined the young man's broad and straight shoulders, and it caught Fu Yuhan's eyes just like that.

He straightened his back involuntarily.

Old Yu came back to his senses, and then scolded: "I think you are getting more and more arrogant? Do you know that now that you are promoted to a third grade, it is different from before? When will you calm down!"

In the first half of the night yesterday, Qin Xiaolu's fever finally subsided, and Fu Yuhan managed to sleep on the chair in the hospital for a while, but his energy was still not very good, and he was always distracted.

He listened to Lao Yu's lectures, but Zhou Wenkang's voice kept drifting into his ears, as if he was talking to Wen Yu about the chemistry competition.

It is a risky thing to engage in competitions in the third year of high school. If you don't get the qualification for recommendation, it is tantamount to wasting the energy of reviewing.Moreover, the colleges and universities favored by capable students participating in the competition are generally the top 5 in China, and if they want to be recommended, they have to fight for national-level awards.

Then again, Class Six, as the class led by Zhou Wenkang, had good results in the chemistry competitions in previous years.Fu Yuhan heard from Yang Fan that Wen Yu's grades were so good that it was unscientific many times, maybe he will participate...

"...Do you still dare to be distracted?" Old Yu's voice suddenly rose.

Fu Yuhan suddenly came back to his senses.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wen Yu seemed to turn his head to look this way, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little teasing.

Like mocking him.

"No." Fu Yuhan frowned very lightly and quickly, "I missed my self-study yesterday because I had something to do...Can you refill the papers? Today is the fourth quarter of English class."

"You owe me too much homework. Do I need two papers for you? Can you give me half of the 150 paper?" Lao Yu was heartbroken, "I'm talking about you skipping classes! It's your third year in high school. Wake up quickly!"

"..."

Fu Yuhan's grades in Class 75 were at the bottom of the rope, and his English was even weaker, [-]... It was really a bit difficult for him.

He couldn't refute it.

And it's not that he doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, knowing that at this point in time, the teachers who are willing to persuade him not to skip class are actually doing it for his own good.

but……

but.

He lowered his eyes: "Then should I make up the paper?"

"Make it up!" Old Yu glared at him, "Finished it before class, and I will talk about it later. I have to hand out three papers today, and you have to hand them in on time tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan agreed.

He is famous for being handsome, and he is also famous for being backward. All kinds of deeds are known to the whole grade group. When he was criticized by Lao Yu, there were always teachers who came over to jokingly reprimand him.But on the other side, when those teachers passed by Zhou Wenkang's place, they all praised Wen Yu in unison.

Although he has only been here for two days, his grades have not been tested by any exams.

But when those teachers talked about him, they all... laughed like Yang Fan.

Fu Yuhan glanced at the "grand occasion" on the other side, and suddenly felt a little sour.

He wasn't what he was from the beginning, either.

If the dream is within reach, who will easily escape.

But what is on the other side of the mountain?

The author has something to say: This is a mutual salvation article

Both of them have problems now, and they will slowly solve it.