At that moment, an inexplicable feeling slipped through Fu Yuhan's heart.

He felt that this sentence might not be about Yang Fan.

Mr. Wen Yu said this, and every word he said seemed to have a deep meaning. He was pressed into his unmovable smile as if he was a mask. It was false and real, making people unable to see it in detail, and it took hard to guess.

tired.

Fu Yuhan doesn't like this.

So even if almost everyone praises him, Fu Yuhan always dislikes Wen Yu very much.

He is not as single-celled as Yang Fan, and he cannot be friends with Wen Yu happily.

Suddenly he lost the interest in continuing to speak. Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and said, "Let's go."

He turned around, his school uniform was wrinkled by the movements, and he looked very thin. Wen Yu frowned unconsciously and called him: "Hey, I can't skip classes every day."

"I can't get on if I don't run away." Fu Yuhan said and walked away.

Wen Yu stood there and watched for a while.

He was a little dazzled in his mind, and he didn't realize that he was standing in the most well-connected place. Not long after, someone patted his shoulder. Wen Yu turned around and saw Xu Qianyi standing behind him: "They came and told me, are you having Fu Yuhan on the shelves again?"

Wen Yu: "..."

He was speechless, and Xu Qianyi also looked helpless: "I've replaced people every few days, and it's okay. I didn't expect that chasing you can cause such a big trouble."

"Then do you want to take it back?" Wen Yu asked.

"The image is already like this," said Xu Qianyi. "Isn't it a loss to chase you seriously if you once?"

Wen Yu smiled and didn't answer, and went back to the classroom with her.

Sure enough, Fu Yuhan didn't come back for a class, but fortunately there was only one class.

When get out of class was over, Fu Yuhan came back from outside, with a cold face and said no word about where he had gone.

In fact, he never mentioned it. Although Sun Wenrui and Fang Jiayuan in the front row had a good relationship with him, they didn't dare to ask, and it was like this every day. However, today, Wen Yu felt a little impatient.

Maybe it was because eating with his dad yesterday affected his mood.

When he was in a bad mood, he used to finding some serious things for himself. At the end of the day, there were ten more test papers, and by the afternoon when school was over, Wen Yu had only three left.

He didn't take his schoolbag, but only brought his cell phone and keys back to his residence, leaving school earlier than usual.

The aunt who was cooking happened to be loading the plate. Before the person left, Wen Yu came in and said hello. Suddenly hello to the parents' meeting, and asked, "Auntie, do you have time on Friday afternoon? Please hold a parent-teacher meeting for me."

"You want me to go again?" The aunt was a little helpless, "Xiao Yu, you can't do this."

"I have good grades and the teacher won't say anything." Wen Yu said, "My dad doesn't have time."

"Mr. Wen is really...ah."

Although this cooking aunt was hired from outside, she has been working for many years and is familiar with her. Wen Yu doesn't care much about parent-teacher meetings. She is fine, so she asks her for help every year.

He had never mentioned this to Wen Ziming, and he paid all the extra bonuses he gave to his aunt himself. The aunt would talk to him, but after all, he was an outsider, so he agreed after saying a few words.

The newly cooked meal smelled on the dining table, but Wen Yu was a little unpleasant. When the aunt left, he took a can of beer from the refrigerator and opened it, and walked to the window to drink it sip.

It was still very bright, and the afterglow of the sunset shone on the path not far away. From time to time, students wearing school uniforms in No. 3 Middle School passed by.

It is naturally noisy for young students to travel in groups, but the community separated by a wall is very quiet. When Wen Yu bought a house, he was attracted by this "quietness".

He enjoyed this rare time of solitude, but after a glance, he saw a person walking past the path.

Tall, straight, and half-long black hair makes the skin on the cheeks look very white.

Director Yao of the Student Affairs Office repeatedly ordered that "high school students should look like students" and they had to carry backpacks to school. Fu Yuhan, the whole school, walked around with a crossbody bag, and Wen Yu didn't need to take a closer look, and he knew that the person was his good deskmate.

Fu Yuhan didn't walk fast, but his legs were long, and he disappeared at the end of the road soon. Wen Yu was stunned, put the unfinished beer on the dining table and walked into the bedroom.

The bedroom window faced the path in the other direction, and he indeed saw Fu Yuhan here again. For some reason, although Fu Yuhan's walking posture did not change much, Wen Yu inexplicably saw a hint of heaviness.

Where is he going?

The last time Fu Yuhan went home and walked on the other side, the hospital refused to go here.

It was not until the evening self-study began that Wen Yu had the opportunity to ask this question.

"You're still having sex with me?" Fu Yuhan was slightly stunned and frowned quickly, "Is it okay to have time to inquire about me and think about what gift Yang Fan gave him on his birthday?"

Wen Yu may not have expected that he would mention this, and thought about it and asked: "Is Yang Fan's birthday not November?"

"I usually start thinking three months in advance."

“…”

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, but didn't ask again.

Admittedly, maybe the question can be answered in some simple and crude ways - such as stalking - but Wen Yu is not going to do so.

I heard that Fu Yuhan and Yang Fan met at the age of three. It has been almost fifteen years since now. Who would spend three months preparing birthday gifts every year for a secret love that has no result?

--Fool.

It would be too useless to play tricks with a fool. Anyway, this person's state is as honest as a blank paper, so it is not difficult to guess.

For example, when Wen Yu arrived at school for two consecutive days, he found that Fu Yuhan was awake, did not sleep in class, and did not skip classes casually. When he asked a few class representatives, he handed in his homework, and Wen Yu guessed that his sister was out of the hospital.

For example, when Zhou Wenkang emphasized the parent-teacher meeting in the past two days, Fu Yuhan would become very low, and Wen Yu guessed that he had not solved the matter yet.

However, if you are more specific, you can't guess it, and the amount of information is too small.

Wen Yu thought for two days, sent a message to Yang Fan and asked indirectly. Unfortunately, Yang Fan, who was always stubborn, was extremely tight-lipped about this matter, so he had to give up.

Anyway... he was just a little curious, so he didn't have to mobilize all his troops to find the answer.

Just a little bit.

After school on Friday, parents arrived one after another, and the students had to stay together. Wen Yu paid attention when he went to the school gate to pick up the aunt. Although Fu Yuhan went downstairs, he did not walk to the school gate.

It was as if he knew no one would come.

Even he himself had a parent-teacher meeting. When Zhou Wenkang was talking nonstop, Wen Yu didn't even need to move the chairs, so he sat directly in Fu Yuhan's empty seat.

Wen Yu has heard a lot of clichés. Although a standard "good student" will definitely sit upright at a parent-teacher meeting and listen to the teachings, his thoughts are flying around.

Fu Yuhan's desktop was different from his. The textbooks and teaching aids were almost all stacked on the desktop, like a water-filled fortification, and the drawers were full of paper. At first, Wen Yu thought it was all about the test papers that had not been completed. Unexpectedly, he drew casually and actually drew a picture album.

Looking at the cover, it was the one Fu Yuhan was using when he was "agreeing" in an empty building that day. Wen Yu liked to be funny, but he didn't want to violate his **, so he stuffed the album back and took out the second one under the album.

That's a loose leaf.

Before opening it, Wen Yu thought it would be a class notes. At that time, he was still thinking that Fu Yuhan was so casual in class that he could even take notes. Unexpectedly, when he opened it, he saw that the blank loose-leaf paper had clear lines and they were all painted.

A boy was sleeping on the desk, and the sun was just right, illuminating his fluffy head.

A teenager was sitting on a park bench reading a book, and a cat was lying on his lap.

A boy was sitting on a swing, and the swing chair was flying very high. He smiled brightly, and another boy was pushing behind him.

...

After turning three pages, Wen Yu suddenly closed the loose-leaf book.

His movements were a little bit louder, and the aunt who pretended to be listening carefully looked back at him and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Wen Yu shook his head and stuffed the loose leaf back as it was.

He was a little confused, and he rarely was so confused.

It turns out that this book is the real **, Wen Yu thought.

The paintings are full of Yang Fan's faces, and...

The first painting of sleeping in class does not depict the classroom of No. 1 Middle School, but the third Middle School, so maybe... these paintings are not even sketches, but pictures imagined by Fu Yuhan in his long-term crush.

"Auntie," Wen Yu asked softly, "Have you ever seen a fool?"

"What?" the aunt looked around and lowered her voice and approached him, for fear that other parents would hear her words. "You are going to criticize those students who didn't do well in the exam again? I've told you that this is not good. Maybe you have talent in your studies and others have talent in other places? Don't look down on others."

"But," he whispered, "the last one in our class is really a bit stupid."

The curtains around him were pulled tightly, and his face was a little blurred in the light and shadow of the slides, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The first parent meeting of senior high school seniors was more like a meeting to check for omissions and fill in the gaps. Until the end, many parents surrounded Zhou Wenkang and asked questions.

Wen Yu was arrogant with 731 points. There was nothing wrong with it. He could leave as soon as it was over. Anyway, the person who came was not real parents. There was no need for the cooking aunt to communicate with the class teacher for him.

Before leaving the classroom, Wen Yu turned around and glanced around, but the person who was responsible for locking the door still did not come back.

"Xiao Yu, don't you leave?" the aunt turned around and asked.

"Leave." Wen Yu said, "You go back first, I'll be walking around the school."

"What about your supper?"

"I won't go back to eat anymore. I'll buy some outside later. You can get off work early."

"Okay, then you go home early and be careful."

"Um."

School ends early on Friday, and even if the parent-teacher meeting is over, the sun has not yet set.
To be continued...