Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"...If it wasn't for you not getting enough sleep," Wen Yu pointed at him, "I would definitely drag you into the house for seventeen or eight times now."

"Don't go too far with giving you privileges for celebrating your birthday." Fu Yuhan warned him, "Besides, don't you have to go back to school soon?"

"You can go again after finishing."

Fu Yuhan felt that his whole body was going to burn up: "Then I can't walk."

"Why are you walking?" Wen Yu gave him a strange look, "You want to go with me?"

Fu Yuhan was even more surprised than him: "I'm not going?"

"Ms. Zhou called you?"

"No."

"Then don't go." Wen Yu said, "You go in for me later and sleep for a while—what are you doing? I'm not three years old, so I still need you to accompany me when I go back to school?"

"I thought you were." Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows, "You have to drag me to the toilet at school."

"Did I do it to go to the bathroom? Didn't I do it to sneak—"

He didn't say the word "kiss you".

Because Fu Yuhan bent down and kissed him.

It was a very pure kiss, just a light touch, with their familiar woody scent, and the bright summer sun shining in from the window.

The birthday star cut off the first slice of the cake, and then the two of them each took a corner of the cake and ate it with the sumptuous brunch made by Fu Yuhan, and put the leftovers in the refrigerator for stockpiling.

After eating, his blood sugar rose, Fu Yuhan was already sleepy and kept yawning.

"Sit for half an hour to digest," Wen Yu finished clearing the table, and sat next to Fu Yuhan with the stack of picture albums in his arms, "Then you go into the room and sleep, and I'll go back to school."

"I'm sleepy right now." Fu Yuhan stared blankly at his movements, his eyes in a trance.

"That won't work, you can't go to sleep right after eating."

"Then..." Fu Yuhan thought for a while and got up, "Let me tidy up the things I brought over, I haven't tidied up all the time... find something to do so that I don't fall asleep."

He walked to the small room.Wen Yu looked down at the album.

The things that Fu Yuhan brought here were moved before the family house was sold. At that time, they lived on the second floor of Chen Feifan's bar, and they never cleaned it up.Speaking of which, the two of them have been a bit lazy recently. After the college entrance examination and living here until now, some of the things left with Chen Feifei have not been brought back.

Fu Yuhan dragged the simplest box of things out and opened it, took out his own clothes one by one, threw them into the washing machine if they got dirty when moving, and sorted the rest one by one into the proper place in the closet.

Boys grow fast in stature, and he has grown taller in the third year of junior high school. Now he only buys clothes in high school, and there are not many in total.This box was tidied very quickly, within 10 minutes Fu Yuhan dragged the second box over and opened it.

This box is full of miscellaneous items. Fu Yuhan first fished out his five or six remaining handicrafts, put them in the small room, and put them together with the broken rx-93 that Wen Yu put together again; The ornaments in his room were also placed on the antique shelf in the small room.

After sorting out the personal belongings on the upper floor, Fu Yuhan suddenly found an unfamiliar box placed in the lower middle layer of the box.

He was in a hurry when tidying up that day. He did remember that he dug out a few things that he had no impression of from the room and stuffed them into the box. Thinking like this, he reached out and fished out the box, sat on the sofa and opened it.

In the next second, Fu Yuhan slammed the lid back with a "snap".

His movement was a bit loud, causing Wen Yu, who was obsessed with reading the album, to suddenly turn his head, looked at him and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Yuhan's eyes flickered, "I took it wrong..."

"What? Let me see."

The subtle expression on his face caught Wen Yu's attention. Wen Yu put the picture album aside and reached out to reach for the box. Unexpectedly, Fu Yuhan, who never said "no" to such trivial matters, held the box flexibly. Dodging, slid off the sofa, trying to stuff the box back into the trunk.

"The cardboard box will be thrown away later." Wen Yu said with a smile, "I know all the places where things can be hidden in this house. How long can you hold the box and hide?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"You really can't let me see?" Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

Rationally, he is willing to respect the little privacy his lover tries to keep.

Although emotionally he will be unhappy.

Fu Yuhan pursed his lower lip, and lowered his eyes not to look at him.

But also do not speak.

"If you don't want me to watch it, I won't watch it." Wen Yu said.

"...It's nothing." Fu Yuhan rolled his eyelids, his face seemed a little uneasy, "Promise me not to laugh."

After Wen Yu heard this sentence, he already wanted to laugh.

He barely suppressed the upturned corners of his lips, and nodded: "Okay, I won't laugh."

Fu Yuhan walked back and handed him the box.

The box was a very ordinary gift box, and Wen Yu thought there would be something out of the ordinary inside, but when he opened it, it turned out to be a thick suede book.

The times were developing so fast, at first he didn't realize what it was, but when he opened it, he found that it was an old photo album.

On the first page of the photo album, a yellowed old photo was inserted in the transparent inner page. A handsome little boy with delicate features was wearing a red hat, sitting upright on an old-fashioned grand master's chair.

"This is you?" Wen Yu was a little surprised, and quickly smiled, "It's so cute."

"...I hope you will still have the same reaction after seeing it." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, silently tidying up the things he had spread out.

"Hey," Wen Yu called him, "won't you watch it with me?"

"...No, thank you." Fu Yuhan refused very politely.

Wen Yu didn't quite understand why he reacted like this.

Until he turned to the second page——

"...Pfft." Wen Yu almost choked on his own saliva, "Hahahahahaha Fu Yuhan you have such a day too."

Fu Yuhan raised his head and stared at Wen Yu: "Didn't it be agreed not to laugh?"

"I'm a well-trained person, I don't usually laugh unless I can't help it."

"You sleep on the sofa at night."

"...I was wrong." Wen Yu admitted for a second.

But the photo on the second page is very magical. The moment he lowered his head and saw the photo, he couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, so he had to press his lips tightly together.

There are two photos inserted on the second page. It seems that the background and the characters were taken successively in the same place on the same day. In the lower left corner, there is a line of notes written in elegant handwriting - "Fu Yuhan was born on 100 days".

There was a little baby in the photo, much smaller than the one on the first page, with a round face that could not be identified as male or female, and round eyes staring, people would believe it was a little girl.

It's just that the content of the photo is not very "girly"——

In the first picture, the baby is lying on the table, naked all over, with fat arms like lotus root stretched forward, as if to play with the photographer.

In the second picture, the little baby is standing, his beautiful face is smeared with black ink for some reason, and he looks mournful.

Both photos are veritable sex, and the second one has a huge fake leaf hanging on the key part, which is mournful and funny.

The photo itself is pretty normal, but when you think of Fu Yuhan's "don't get close to strangers" that hangs on his face all the year round, the sense of humor can be multiplied by 2.

The following photos continue this style. There are babies playing in water, babies blowing birthday candles, children doing homework, etc. Many of them are laughing and crying at the same time; it is very interesting, but it is not long. At the end.

"Is there nothing in the back?" He looked up and asked after reading.

"They have often quarreled since I was in the big class." Fu Yuhan straightened his things with downcast eyes and said lightly, "No one took me to play during the quarrel, and then...they separated." His long eyelashes trembled slightly, "It was almost... when I was ten years old."

Wen Yu opened his mouth: "That's... what a coincidence."

"Yeah." Fu Yuhan smiled lightly, "Maybe it's fate."

At the age of ten, they all lost their homes.

The birthdays of the two are only half a year apart, almost the same year.

"That's pretty good." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the photo album, "Although...it's not a happy thing, but maybe...it means that we deserve to be together somewhere."

"Well," Fu Yuhan looked at him with a smile, "who said otherwise."

"It's a pity that I don't have a photo album, so I can't show it to you."

"Forget it, it's okay." Fu Yuhan thought for a while and said, "I've seen you drink too much, it should be embarrassing enough, and we can barely even."

Wen Yu: "..."

"Do you know why I drank seven... ah no, six bottles that day?" Wen Yu was suddenly happy.

"why?"

"Because I found myself falling in love with you," he said self-deprecatingly, "I was thinking, 'I am the crazy person who plays in the world, and I should treat everyone as an idiot, why is the most idiot person? '."

"Oh," Fu Yuhan looked at him, "'like me' equals 'stupid'?"

"Those who are emotional are idiots," Wen Yu said with a smile, "but I admit it, Brother Fu, I'm just a vulgar person."

"..."

"You idiot, don't take me with you." Fu Yuhan had nothing to do with his face, "I still think it's a very clever thing for me to like Wen Yu, look at our school god, handsome and smart, casually Just get back a champion, and give our old Fu parents more face—"

Wen Yu jumped off the sofa, slid two steps to squat in front of Fu Yuhan, stretched out his arms and hugged him: "Shall I go to school later?"

Fu Yuhan: "???"

He was horrified to find that Wen Yu was dragging him to the bedroom.

"No? Wait a minute? Brother Yu—" he said repeatedly, "Just last night—"

Wen Yu kissed him on the side of the face: "When you wished me a happy birthday, you said that you would try to fulfill all my wishes today."

"But it doesn't include—hey, you have to go to school—"

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon! There's still time!"

"..."

"Wen Yu!! You Teddy!!!"

He's really really really falling apart.

"It's okay." An hour later, Wen Yu kissed his sweaty forehead, and said softly and gently, "If it falls apart, I'll help you put it back together."

But he is not that Gundam.

Fu Yuhan was so tired that he couldn't utter a single word, the words echoed in his mind several times, and finally he was brought to sleep.

Wen Yu tucked up the quilt for him, switched the air conditioner to sleep mode, then took a shower again, changed clothes and went out.