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"Brother Yu!"

Fu Yuhan stood up abruptly, wanting to announce the good news.

He was sleep-deprived, busy all morning without breakfast, stood up too quickly, and his eyes went dark for a moment.When he leaned on the back of the sofa to recover, he suddenly remembered something else.

Is this score high?high.

Is that the champion?uncertain.

Wen Yu's cell phone was turned off, no matter whether it was or not, the good news call could not come through.

He calmed down for a while, sat back down, took out his mobile phone and called the head teacher.

Zhou Wenkang's mobile phone number is quite busy at the moment, he dialed the first one but it still didn't get through; he waited for 2 minutes and dialed again before the other party picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Fu Yuhan hurriedly asked as soon as he got connected, "Mr. Zhou, I'm Fu Yuhan, I want to ask Wen Yu..."

"Huh? Why did you remember to ask him, have you checked the score yourself?" On the other side of the phone, Zhou Wenkang smiled, "You two have a good relationship now?"

"Uh... I checked, and the score is enough for me to apply for a T major." Fu Yuhan realized that he was indeed a little too eager, he paused, he endured the embarrassment that his ears were about to burn, and pretended to be calm. , "I'm at Wen Yu's house, and his cell phone is out of battery, so I want to ask... is he..."

"Oh, that's it, then tell him to turn it on quickly." Zhou Wenkang paused, and the smile in his voice grew stronger, "Yes, he is the number one scholar in science in our province this year."

Fu Yuhan quickly pressed his lips together, suppressing the urge to gasp.

Getting too excited might make him seem undignified.

He calmed down a bit, and thanked in a low voice: "Okay, thank you Mr. Zhou, I will tell him... goodbye."

"Hey, wait." Zhou Wenkang quickly stopped him, "How about this, you let him come to school in the afternoon?"

Fu Yuhan glanced at the clock on the wall: "What time is it?"

"Before 3 o'clock, it's better to be earlier."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip, "Then... goodbye, Mr. Zhou."

He hung up the phone and let out a long breath.

In June, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the unknown place was bustling with the big event of scoring the college entrance examination, but the air-conditioned room around him was extremely quiet.

Fu Yuhan looked out the window and took a few deep breaths, and finally felt that he had regained his former composure.

He just got up and went into the house.

"Brother Yu."

Fu Yuhan stepped on the floor in the darkness, accurately touched the familiar bedside, and pushed the raised part of the air conditioner, "Brother Yu, wake up."

"Um……"

Wen Yu turned over in a daze, stretched out his long arms and wanted to hug him, opened his eyes after feeling for a while, and carefully identified for a while.

"Xiao Han?" His voice was hoarse, "Are you up? It's so early, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Oh, and speaking of this.

Fu Yuhan laughed: "It's uncomfortable, of course it's uncomfortable, why are you torturing me, don't you have any idea?"

"Then why don't you sleep a little longer?" Wen Yuxu narrowed his eyes and reached out to him, "Come here, lie down for a while."

Fu Yuhan's body was twisted by him, but he got in from the edge of the air-conditioning quilt and lay down beside him.Wen Yu hugged him naturally, put the tip of his nose on the side of his neck and sniffed: "It smells so good."

"I cooked, of course it smells good." Fu Yuhan smiled, "Brother Yu, happy birthday."

"Is this my birthday present?"

"No, it's just a 'special birthday service'." Fu Yuhan shook his head.

"Then don't get up early for this kind of thing, we didn't go to bed so late yesterday." Wen Yu frowned lightly, "I don't want you to sacrifice your health to prepare me some surprises."

"Oh." Fu Yuhan smiled at the ceiling.

Wen Yu: "..."

"Okay," he sighed, and rubbed against Fu Yuhan's neck twice, his voice was low and apologetic, "...I'm very happy, sorry."

Although the reason knows that this is not good, when Fu Yuhan makes sacrifices for him, the weird possessive desire in Wen Yu's heart will be satisfied.

No matter how you think about yourself, you are too perverted.

"It's okay." Fu Yuhan shook his head, "It's nothing."

"But don't do it too often, I'm worried about your body... It's not good for you to lack sleep all the time."

"Why don't you torment me a few times at night?"

"That can't be done, this is not negotiable." Wen Yu sniffed, "Besides, I'm talking about your body smelling good—woke up to take a shower?"

They usually take a bath before going to bed, and they don't know how to take a bath again when they wake up.

"Well, I got sleepy in the morning, so I went to take a shower." Fu Yuhan turned around and hugged him back, "Get up? Get up for your birthday."

Wen Yu let out a "hmm", opened his eyes but did not move.

Fu Yuhan kissed the tip of his nose, approached in the dark, and stared into the other's eyes at a very close distance.

Then, he whispered, "Brother Yu, congratulations."

"Ok?"

"Number one in science."

Wen Yu blinked.

"You are the number one scholar in science this year, with a score of 716." Fu Yuhan thought he hadn't realized it, so he repeated it again.

Wen Yu blinked again: "Then how many points do you have?"

"682."

"It doesn't seem to be as tall as the three models."

"Well, it's enough." Fu Yuhan said, "The professional ranking of our school is not bad, so there should be no problem."

"Okay." Wen Yu smiled, closed his eyes and leaned over, "Sleep with me for another 10 minutes."

"..."

"???" Fu Yuhan was a little surprised, and shook him awake, "Brother Yu, do you know that you are the number one scholar in science this year?"

"I heard...but what does it have to do with me." Wen Yu yawned, struggling to sleep, "I never worried about whether I could get into T University before the exam..."

"But that's—"

"I don't care, Xiaohan, I'm not interested in studying." Wen Yu closed his eyes, "For me, it's enough to continue to be a classmate with you—oh, maybe it's still useful. If you are the champion, maybe Wen Ziming will be happy Don't bother me any more."

"..."

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a while, and then sighed helplessly.

Then, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he leaned into Wen Yu's ear and said softly, "But Teacher Zhou asked you to go to school before 3 p.m.."

Wen Yu: "..."

"Also, if you don't get up again, my food will be cold."

Wen Yu: "..."

He sat up straight with a "babble", looked back at Fu Yuhan who was still lying there, gritted his teeth and gave him a thumbs up.

"About letting me sleep, you are No.1."

This sentence was quite ambiguous, Fu Yuhan thought of something else, couldn't hold back his face, and punched him with his backhand.

His Majesty Shou Xing finally woke up——

Walking out of the room, with his hands behind his back, he looked around the dishes on the table slowly like a king patrolling his territory, nodded in satisfaction, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

Fu Yuhan took this opportunity to take out the cake that was delivered in the morning from the refrigerator, lit candles, and drew the curtains.

He sat at the table and watched the flickering flame of the candle, and when someone came out, he tilted his head and smiled: "Brother Yu, happy birthday."

Wen Yu came over and hugged him, kissed him heavily: "Thank you baby."

This kiss was very loud, with a "boo", the kiss made Fu Yuhan crooked.He covered his face in disgust, and pushed Wen Yu away: "Go and make a wish."

"Hope—" Wen Yu closed his eyes and made a prayer gesture.

"Shut up!" Fu Yuhan couldn't help scolding him, "It won't work if you say your wish!"

Wen Yu thought to himself that it might not be effective to keep his mouth shut.

But he still kept his voice, and silently read a sentence to the candlelight——

May Wen Yu and Fu Yuhan live forever, no matter poor or rich, healthy or sick.

Because a drifting ship needs its unique lighthouse to walk through the dark waters.

I am your light and you light for me.

He opened his eyes.

"...Xiaohan?"

When he opened his eyes, there was no figure of Fu Yuhan beside the table. Wen Yu raised his eyes and saw him coming out of the small room.

Fu Yuhan had a key now, and Wen Yu gave him one, but the windows of that room were sealed and there was no overhead light, so it was usually only used as a warehouse, and they rarely entered.

Wen Yu was a little surprised to see him bring out a box: "What is this?"

"A gift for you." Fu Yuhan put down the big box, opened it, and first took out a smaller box from inside and handed it to him, "For your picture book."

Wen Yu blinked.

"The rest are worthless things." Fu Yuhan sat down on the ground in front of him, and took out one by one, "I found a lot of things that I played with when I was young, and I want you to experience it—here, Yu-Gi-Oh! card case."

He took out a card-laughing glitter wrapper with something in it.

When he raised his face, there was a faint candlelight in his eyes, sincere and warm.

Wen Yu's eyes moved lightly: "Xiaohan."

"Brother Yu," Fu Yuhan smiled at him, "I want to give you all the childhood you lost. It's not worth much, but I hope you like it."

"I like it," Wen Yu looked at him quietly, "how could it be possible not to like it."

Who would be indifferent to a person who cares so much about him?

These days, money can buy anything but a "past".

"Get up, don't sit on the floor. Take a look at the toys for a while, I'll blow out the candle first." Wen Yu stretched out his hand and pulled him, "I want to read the picture book."

This stack of picture albums was much thicker than he had imagined, thicker than the six "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" combined when he was reviewing for the third year of high school.

He didn't know how much Fu Yuhan painted him when he knew nothing.

"Then tell me," Fu Yuhan stood up, "Have you finished your wish?"

"Yes," Wen Yu glanced at him, teasingly said, "Shall I tell you the content?"

"No, it won't work if you say it." Fu Yuhan was very firm, "Don't say it."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and blew out the candle in one breath.

The curtains were drawn back, and the room was lit up. Wen Yu almost couldn't wait to open the small box on his lap.

The exposed sketchbook covers looked familiar, and they were all in the same color. Wen Yu belatedly remembered something: "Did you buy a new sketchbook?"

"En." Fu Yuhan nodded.

"Did you... use all the sketchbooks with this cover to draw me?"

"Hmm." Fu Yuhan was slightly surprised, "You can also guess this?"

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and said softly, "The first time I saw your sketchbook with this cover was around December last year, right?"

At that time, he thought that Fu Yuhan's old notebook was used up, so he just bought a new set, and wondered why he used two notebooks with different covers for drawing at the same time, and carried them back and forth all day long.

I thought it was just a random thing, but I didn't expect it to be special.

In fact, this is just a small thing.

But Wen Yu had a feeling that was hard to explain in words... touched, or happy.

Fu Yuhan applauded: "As expected of a god of learning, the memory is really strong."

"I like you so I remember such little things." Wen Yu shook his head, opened the sketchbook on the top, and said casually, "I haven't remembered the names of the two girls in the first two rows of our big group."

Each page of the picture book is marked with time and arranged in order. When Wen Yu turned to the first page, he clearly saw December 12 written on it.

This is the diary of Fu Yuhan's long stream of water.

The paintings are all small things, each of which has appeared in the lives of the two of them, so even though Wen Yu almost forgot some things, he can still recall them quickly when he sees those vivid sketches.

A thick stack of sketches recorded the whole process of their being together.

"I should frame these paintings and take them out when I'm seventy and eighty..." Wen Yu looked up, and suddenly realized that Fu Yuhan hadn't spoken for a while, "Why... why are your ears red?"

Fu Yuhan stood in front of him, pursed his lips, looked straight at him, his ears were slightly red.

Wen Yu recalled what he said just now, and was amused: "Just saying that I like you, can you be so shy? Brother Fu, why are you so innocent?"

Fu Yuhan looked at him, bent down, and whispered into his ear: "Brother Yu, I love you."

Two minutes later, he looked at Wen Yu's burning cheeks and said innocently, "Do you have the face to accuse me?"

The author has something to say: Merry Christmas~