Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Chapter 66

This matter will start at noon.

Wen Yu, who was rejected the invitation to eat, was naturally very annoyed.

He didn't quite understand, of course, it was his fault that he couldn't control his emotions and yelled at Fu Yuhan, but... Isn't it because he was worried about Fu Yuhan?

Otherwise, who would say "why don't you confess" to the person you like?

When he feels good?

In the morning test, he was still debating whether he should challenge his father or not. He failed the test. Anyway, this is the preliminary round. In theory, he can participate in the rematch if he passes the line. During the exam, I kept thinking about how to settle accounts with Fu Yuhan when I went back, and I finished the exam paper before I realized it.

Under the strange eyes of the invigilator and the same candidates, he handed in the paper and left the examination room 15 minutes earlier. He walked to the school car and realized that he could not leave the test site alone——

Call Fu Yuhan and turn off the phone.

Call again or shut down.

Some things can't be thought about carefully, and the more I think about it, the more angry I get.

When he finally got out of the car, Wen Yu's humanoid self-propelled bomb had already been ignited, and he was waiting for the moment of "boom".

The car was parked at the school. It was less than 6 o'clock in the evening. The school had already dismissed and the campus was very quiet.Just in case, Wen Yu went back to the classroom first to confirm that Fu Yuhan was not there before heading home.

While walking, he called Fu Yuhan, and if he couldn't get through, he started to contact Fang Jiayuan.

As soon as he walked into the gate of the community, his phone vibrated, and he unlocked it to see——

Fang Jiayuan: Brother Fu said, "Some people turned off their phones yesterday."

Wen Yu: "..."

This narrow-minded guy.

He was a little funny, the fire that had been suppressed all afternoon suddenly dissipated for most of it, Wen Yu took a breath, curled his lips and walked home.

Unexpectedly, before I reached the door of the unit building, I bumped into an enthusiastic auntie.

That is his neighbor.He lives alone, and the standard of communication with neighbors is limited to the level of nodding and saying hello when they meet each other. Unexpectedly, as soon as his aunt changed her usual indifference, she would come up to him and ask, "Are you back?"

His false "politeness" that Fu Yuhan had complained about many times subconsciously turned on when he met a stranger. Wen Yu smiled decently and nodded: "Auntie, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's all right." The aunt said, "I just wanted to tell you that a handsome young man—wearing the same school uniform as you, probably your classmate—came to see you last night. But You were not at home at that time, and it is said that the phone could not be reached, I am afraid that you do not know about this, so I will tell you when I see you."

"..."

The "beautiful" lad...?

Wen Yu was dumb.

He was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, and stretched out his hand to gesture: "Auntie, is the person you are talking about about this tall, thin, with a little long hair... a person who looks a little cold?"

"Indifferent? It's okay, I think that young man is very polite and seldom talk!"

"Oh...Okay. Then... how long has he been waiting for me?"

Wen Yu felt that he didn't really need to confirm that he didn't bring anyone else to this place except Fu Yuhan, and who would wear the No. [-] Middle School uniform to wait for him besides Fu Yuhan.

I saw his dejected face this morning... You didn't wait all night, did you?

Wen Ziming forced him to take him home last night. He didn't want to study or talk. Fang Wanjing made him a bowl of soup, and he fell asleep after drinking it. It was only after eight o'clock in the evening.

It wasn't until he woke up early in the morning and saw the discolored ground in the yard that he realized that it had rained last night.

If Fu Yuhan really waited all night, then his obviously blue complexion, his nasal voice when he called at noon, everything could be connected; even he didn't go shopping with Yang Fan.

What should have made Wen Yu happy, but because he turned off the phone on impulse last night, the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.

The neighbor's aunt didn't give him a chance: "Then I don't know, anyway, he is still sitting there after I take out the trash when I get home at about 12 o'clock, why don't you ask him yourself? It should be your classmate, right? "

"...Well, I'll ask." Wen Yu smiled, "Thank you, Auntie."

Even the other half was gone, replaced by something called guilt.

Wen Yu thought for a while, then took out his phone and replied "Thank you" to Fang Jiayuan.

No wonder Fu Yuhan didn't want to talk to him, he thought.

No wonder.

Wen Yu finished dinner by himself, went back to school early and studied at night, but he didn't expect that Fu Yuhan was not there at all.He asked Ge Ran to know that the other party has a class tonight.

He knows where to take art classes... Fortunately, he does.

Wen Yu himself didn't realize it, and he breathed a sigh of relief at that moment.

In order to wait here before the end of the art class, Wen Yu went to the teacher on duty to swipe his "competition candidate" face, and took half a night off for self-study.The teacher also wondered why he had to leave after coming to school when he could not go to school. Wen Yu had no choice but to say that he was not feeling well, and was dragged and questioned by the teacher for a long time.

It's cold today.

After a lot of tossing, I came here to blow the cold wind for another half an hour, but Wen Yu didn't show any impatience.After he finished speaking, seeing that Fu Yuhan hadn't spoken, he lowered his tone softer and softer: "Still angry? I was really wrong."

Fu Yuhan finally answered him with a cold voice: "What's wrong with you."

"I shouldn't have yelled at you last night," Wen Yu walked towards him, "I shouldn't have turned off the phone..."

"Actually, you are right, I am really stupid in the eyes of others for doing that." Fu Yuhan interrupted him calmly, "I am just used to that, and I will never say the phrase 'I like him' to Yang Fan in my life , It doesn’t matter if you call me a fool and say that I am hypocritical and stubborn, I don’t care.”

Fu Yuhan paused at this point, "But you really shouldn't turn off the phone."

Wen Yu choked on him: "Hmm..."

Fu Yuhan paused for another moment, lowered his eyes, and said again: "Forget it, it's okay to turn off the phone, I can't control you."

"...What if I say you can take care of it?"

"No, thank you." Fu Yuhan was almost choked by him, he glanced at him, and licked his dry lips, "Don't look for things that you can't get from your parents... I already understood this .”

He clearly said that he fell in love with Yang Fan, but Wen Yu got shot in the knee inexplicably.

He was finally able to glimpse the pain of Fu Yuhan's secret love that lasted for many years from the helplessness he couldn't express at this moment.

If only I could give him a hug.

Wen Yu and Yang Fan have hugged before, and I have seen Yang Fan hug him, but they rarely have such close physical contact - the reason is nothing more than mutual respect after knowing each other's sexual orientation.

Because of this, he can't reach out now.

"But that's all you want to tell me."

Fu Yuhan waited for a while, but before Wen Yu could speak out, he asked a question himself.

Wen Yu raised his eyelids to look at him, with doubts in his eyes.

"... Forget it." Fu Yuhan turned his head and wanted to leave.

"Don't go," Wen Yu grabbed his wrist, and picked up a topic casually, "You went to buy paint today, didn't you? What about the things? Didn't you agree to let me go to my house last time?"

"Stay in the studio... Let go."

"Don't let it go." Wen Yu looked at him, "You go and get it, I'm all here, let's take it back for you together."

"..."

"Ok?"

"Should I stop by your house after I've finished taking it?" Fu Yuhan turned his head and looked at him angrily, "Forget it, I told the teacher to let it go for two days."

Wen Yu stared at him without making a sound, the raised corners of his mouth fell down bit by bit, forming a straight line.

Smiles and politeness are like candy wrappers, when the shell is peeled off, Wen Yu's stubbornness is no less than Fu Yuhan's.Fu Yuhan and him looked at each other for maybe a full minute, and suddenly a piece of heart collapsed.

He couldn't harden his heart on the friends he recognized.

Fu Yuhan took a deep breath and said softly, "Then tell me, what happened to you last night?"

Wen Yu was taken aback.

"There are still people in this world who will worry about you." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, his voice was very soft, like a tired traveler who had walked all the way, "Yang Fan was still asking me if I saw you until just now, is it okay with you... just look at you .”

Wen Yu's eyes swayed slightly like water waves. He seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, he didn't say a word of those things that he wanted to ask but dared not ask.

He just smiled slightly and said, "Then you go in and get the box? Go to my house and I'll tell you."

"..." Fu Yuhan pulled his hand back, "I'd better go home."

"Hey," Wen Yu clenched his wrist even tighter, and said helplessly, "I waited all night last night, why can't I wait a few minutes longer today? I will know everything when I get back."

"……You knew already?"

"The neighbor aunt told me."

"Then I figured it out," Fu Yu said coldly, "You really deserve a beating."

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled angrily.

In desperation, Fu Yuhan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go back to the studio.After the students had finished leaving, the teacher turned off the lights and went to rest in the back room, but he had a good temper and didn't say anything. Fu Yuhan, who had gone and returned, was so embarrassed that he had nowhere to put his hands, so he picked up the big painting box and left quickly.

"Just this one box?" Wen Yu was waiting outside, and wanted to take the box over as soon as he met him.

"The other box is full of commonly used items, so I put it there... No need, I'll take it myself." Fu Yuhan evaded for a moment, with a worried expression on his face, "The teacher has already rested, so you still want me to go back and get this, can't I take it on weekends? "

"I...may have to learn to drive on weekends." Wen Yu's eyes flickered, "My dad let me go."

"Isn't it a good thing to learn to drive?" Fu Yuhan said while walking, "Why do you sound unhappy?"

Wen Yu was silent for a few seconds, he hadn't told anyone about his father, and he was still a bit uncomfortable to speak.

"It's a good deal and you know everything." Fu Yuhan reminded him, "If it doesn't count, then I'll go home."

"...don't," Wen Yu stopped him, "I'm just wondering where to start...my dad is a control freak, he raises me like a potted plant, every branch and every leaf must be according to his I can’t go beyond the frame he gave me…so I’m not happy with what he asks me to do.”

"..."

Fu Yuhan turned his head away.

Wen Yu was speechless: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, it's just that it's not easy." Fu Yuhan said with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "You're finally willing to admit that you don't like doing anything."

"..."

"If I'm 'unhappy', according to the configuration of the protagonist in a general script, you are 'mindless'." Wen Yu pointed out.

"No, you find someone else to be your 'brainless', I don't want to play with you. I choose to go to another show."

"Do you want to save face?"

"No." Fu Yuhan was decisive.

"……Hold."

The two joked for a while before talking about what happened yesterday.

"Learning to drive doesn't matter. Let me learn, just to give it away." Wen Yu continued, "Last year... I fell ill on the day of the chemistry competition and had a high fever of 39 degrees. 'He got the province two." He pursed his lower lip with a calm expression, "He doesn't care whether his son is dead or alive, he just cares that the medal that can be displayed in his office is not high enough."

Fu Yuhan turned his head and glanced at him.

"Yesterday he told me that since he didn't get sick this year, he should take a second grader back... Ha, how can it be so easy to get a second grader? "Wen Yu's voice lowered, with a three-point hoarseness, "He also asked me to go back...to that house over there, and then we quarreled."

The emotions that could have been suppressed broke out after hearing that Fu Yuhan was going to go shopping with him in a self-abuse style. For the first time, he said three words to Wen Ziming, and Wen Ziming was so angry that he smashed an ashtray in a hotel.

"I deliberately annoyed him and said, 'When I lose my temper, I throw things randomly. Is this what you taught me to care for public property?', and then ran to collect the broken pieces of the ashtray."

"Why charge it yourself? Isn't the hotel clean?"

"I showed it to him." Wen Yu smiled, and stretched out his left hand, "I accidentally scratched my finger with a piece of debris while picking it up."

He stretched out his hand towards Fu Yuhan, under the street lamp, there was an obvious red mark on the pad of that slender and bony index finger.

"How dare you call me an idiot just like that." Fu Yuhan glanced at him angrily, "Have you been disinfected?"

"Well, my mother... my stepmother helped me find hydrogen peroxide."

"Well, don't do this in the future." Fu Yuhan cast his gaze to the far corner of the street, not knowing what he was thinking, "Maybe I don't feel pain in my back when I stand and talk, but... the grades are your own, even if you don't want to make your dad happy, you can Don't antagonize him on this sort of thing—what's in your favor."

"Thinking of myself?" Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

Fu Yuhan chuckled: "It's really annoying to talk to smart people."

"You're not the same." Wen Yu didn't even want to count how many times Fu Yuhan had watched him pass through him, "Hey, Xiaohan, if you go back to the first year of high school, will you study hard?"

"will not."

"..." Wen Yu tilted his head and smiled, "Yes."

He thought Fu Yuhan's point was very interesting.

Frankly made him envious.

While walking and talking, they returned to Wen Yu's residence almost without feeling the passage of time.The art class ended earlier than the evening self-study, and it was just after ten o'clock when they arrived tonight.

"Where did you spend the night yesterday?"

"Here." Fu Yuhan pointed to the stairs in front of his house.

"Just sit?"

"Well, if you feel cold, get up and take a few steps."

"Why don't you go home..." Wen Yu touched the key to open the door.

"I want to go back," Fu Yuhan said lightly, "It rained at 12:[-], and I didn't bring an umbrella."

"Then..." Wen Yu just opened the door, Wen Yan paused, and looked at him from the corner of his head, "I'll give you a key?"

When he was speaking, his mood suddenly quickened, so that he didn't dare to turn around and look at him.

It's a pity that Fu Yuhan happened to be looking at the window in the corridor, so he didn't notice his dodging gaze: "Why give me the key, this is not my house."

"Anyway, I'm the only one living in my house." It's not disappointing or "it's true", Wen Yu turned his head back, opened the door, and made an excuse, "I don't mind you coming."

"I wake you up at 5 o'clock in the morning and you tell me 'don't mind'?" Fu Yuhan punched him on the shoulder, "Come on, don't turn off the phone when you get angry in the future, and I won't come to your door if nothing happens Wait overnight."

"..."

That's really good.

Wen Yu really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The painting box can be placed in the corner of the living room at will, and it doesn't take up space. Fu Yuhan put the box away, sat down on the sofa, and took out his phone.

Since he sent Yang Fan a message of "I met someone" just now, Yang Fan replied to him several messages.

Yang Fan: See you?How to say?

Yang Fan: Hello?

Yang Fan: Let me know as soon as there is a situation!

Yang Fan: Brother Yu, is it important?

Fu Yuhan bowed his head and typed.

Fu Yuhan: It's okay, I just said that I quarreled with his father last night, and it's all over today.

Yang Fan: As long as it’s okay, thank you for your hard work, bobo~

Yang Fan: Tell him not to turn off the phone in the future!Scary! !I didn't sleep well yesterday! ! !

Fu Yuhan: Well, I scolded him.

Yang Fan: [OK.jpg]

Fu Yuhan: Don't worry, go to bed early.

Yang Fan: [OK.jpg]

Wen Yu sat down next to him and stretched out his head.

Strange to say, Fu Yuhan didn't feel any resistance to his peeking at the screen, and let him look at the dialogue box naturally.

"Can I see the front?"

"It's up to you." Fu Yuhan threw the phone over and stood up, "Aren't you not that interested in Yang Fan?"

"Anyway, someone I liked before." Wen Yu answered casually, "Do you want to take a bath?"

"No, I'll go home and wash."

"..." Wen Yu raised his head, stared at him and said seriously, "Go take a shower, and watch a movie with me after you take a shower?"

"...Where did you get the movie?" Fu Yuhan asked back, "I don't have time to find you a DVD recently."

"I really have a movie...it should be." Wen Yu pinched his palm calmly, and said softly, "I'm going to learn how to drive on weekends, and you also have to learn how to draw for the exam. Maybe there's no other time to watch it together... ...Just watch a game with me."

He knew that Fu Yuhan was soft-hearted, if he wasn't losing his temper, he would usually not refuse such a request.

Sure enough, Fu Yuhan nodded, sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "Okay, I'll take a shower first."

"Then I'll find you clothes?"

"Oh... ah," Fu Yuhan just remembered, "I forgot to return that T-shirt to you last time...at home."

"It's okay, don't worry, I don't wear it anyway." Wen Yu walked into the room and turned on the light.

He has a closet of clothes, it's best for Fu Yuhan to borrow all of them.

Looking at the open wardrobe, Wen Yu's eyes darkened.

Fu Yuhan didn't take a bath all day, so he was already feeling very uncomfortable.It was cold, and being able to go in and take a hot shower was a salvation. When he came out, he felt that his symptoms of cold symptoms had improved a lot.

Moreover, Wen Yu turned on the floor heating extravagantly, and it is not cold in short sleeves.

"Hairdryer... Where did you get the computer?" Fu Yuhan was surprised to see Wen Yu sitting on the sofa holding a laptop and a projector in front of him.

He was sure it wasn't in the living room before he went into the bathroom to shower.

"It's always been there," Wen Yu paused, and raised his chin, "It was locked before."

He was referring to the locked room.

"Oh..." Fu Yuhan glanced away, then looked back, "Where's the hair dryer?"

"Old place, take it yourself."

Fu Yuhan went to blow dry his hair.

Wen Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "I thought you would ask what's in the room... don't you say 'know everything'?"

"I allow you to keep a little privacy." Fu Yuhan turned on the hair dryer, and the noise instantly filled the living room.

The boy's hair was short, Fu Yuhan walked back in only 10 minutes, sat on the sofa and found that Wen Yu had been refreshing the desktop.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know what to look at."

"Douban just look for high-score movies that you haven't seen yet." Fu Yuhan took the notebook over naturally, opened the browser, typed in the URL, and started looking for movies.

Its movements are familiar, and it looks like an experienced netizen.

What kind of movie review website, distinguishing genuine and pirated copies, finding corresponding resources... These are all skills that Wen Yu never possessed. He took it very seriously, as if it was something interesting.

"What do you want to see?"

"Anything is fine." Wen Yu looked at him, "Choose a hypnotist, and sleep well after reading it."

"I have to go home... What if I fall asleep." Fu Yuhan muttered.

He is very sleepy today, maybe he will fall asleep.But since Wen Yu, a poor little man who is insulated from entertainment, wanted to watch it, he really picked a three-hour niche music and art movie as required.

"Sleep here if you fall asleep," Wen Yu pretended not to care, "it's not like I haven't slept here before."

The reason is this... It's just that Fu Yuhan feels a little awkward.

But he didn't say anything.

It's hard to find niche movies, so I can only thank modern technology for allowing him to quickly find a download link. The speed is quite fast, and the download is completed after ten minutes.

Fu Yuhan clicked to play, and Wen Yu on the other side went over and turned off the lights, and closed the curtains.

Facts have proved that the minority is indeed the minority.

How beautiful the picture and music of the movie are, how obscure the mirroring and plot are.

In normal times, Fu Yuhan might still be able to keep eating, but today he is too tired.

At about 48 hour and [-] minutes, when the protagonist was kissing on the dark boat, he still couldn't support it and fell asleep.

Wen Yu glanced sideways, but didn't move.

After watching the three-hour movie alone, he walked over quietly and turned on the small lamp on the wall.

The dim yellow light made Fu Yuhan's already light complexion whiter, and it was vaguely coated with a layer of cold light like bone china.

Wen Yu slipped on soft-soled indoor slippers, walked back to the sofa, and squatted down silently.

Now, his line of sight is almost on the same level as Fu Yuhan, who was asleep to the ground.

So so close.

For a second, he really wanted to kiss her.

Thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind, Wen Yu approached him, thought for a long time from a centimeter away, and finally retreated.

He sighed softly, stretched out his hand to touch the soft hair of the other party, and asked a question almost silently that he had held back all night——

"There are still people in this world who worry about me...so you worry about me too, right?"