Wen Yu watched Fu Yuhan walk into the house.

He walked around the small building and saw Zhou Xiangyan's shadow when he passed by a window.

He raised his eyebrows.

No wonder Fu Yuhan was in the car at that time, and this person...

Wen Yu didn't know his name, so he could only tell from the color of the shoulder line of the school uniform that the other party was a student in the first year of the No. 3 Middle School.

The good news is that Zhou Xiangyan is pretty good. Good-looking people always have a stronger sense of presence among freshmen. Wen Yu plans to go to school the next day to inquire.

He was about to turn around again when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He answered: "Hey?"

"Hey, third brother." The other end of the phone was noisy, and the speaker was very loud, "Come and have fun to play at night, there is activity."

Wen Yu walked two steps to the side and avoided the window. He stared at the small building with a smile on his lips: "Didn't he say that I'll let me take the college entrance examination this year and don't call me to play?"

"Well, isn't this Qiangzi back? Brothers aren't you allowed to welcome him?" said the other person, "Anyway, you have to come tonight! I agreed that my brother treats him, but it's still the old place. The boss said that there are 'good goods' recently."

"No matter how good I'm going to make an appointment, I can't make an appointment." Wen Yu laughed, "I'm chasing someone, it's too indecent to do 419."

"Your partner has been chasing for two years, why haven't you got it yet? You should let your boy get a fuck and know what it means to be yours when you are on the home plate."

He smiled but didn't say anything.

He said something else on the other end of the phone, and he responded one by one. After calling for 20 minutes, Wen Yu looked at Xiaolou and sighed.

Sure enough, people cannot do bad things.

Every night, I was idle at home and had nothing to do. When I followed him, someone would call him out. This was probably God condemning him.

If you want to go out to play, you have to go home and change your clothes. Wen Yu looked at the time and had to leave.

Zhou Ruoyan changed into home slippers at the door and walked in. When she met, she smiled: "Xiaohan? You're here."

"Hello, Auntie." Fu Yuhan nodded to her.

"Do you eat fruit? I bought some watermelon."

"No," Fu Yuhan glanced at Fu Xuecheng, "It's almost time for me to go back."

"Leave so quickly? Don't you leave for dinner?"

"Well, I'm just here to discuss something." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes.

Although the decoration style in the house is very familiar, when Zhou Ruoyan comes, the sense of incongruity of "it's not my own home" suddenly becomes very strong.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ruoyan went to the kitchen to wash his hands, sat down at the table, and said to Fu Xuecheng, "Xiao Han also came last week, and he refused to say anything when I asked him."

"Isn't he a senior high school student? He wants to take the exam for an art student." Fu Xuecheng said, "I just talked about studying abroad."

Zhou Ruoyan was stunned: "Is it a lot of money to study art abroad? The company is not..."

"Well, the child is still here, why are you talking about this?"

Fu Yuhan lifted up his eyelids, pursed his lower lip, and asked, "Is there any difficulty?"

"You are too old, I won't hide it from you." Zhou Ruoyan was a cheerful person and said directly, "Your father's company's capital chain has had some problems recently and is still trying to solve it. If you want to study abroad, you have to let him see if his savings are enough."

"...I didn't have to go either, I was just thinking about it."

When the parents separated, Fu Yuhan was still young. He was more familiar with his mother than his father who worked outside for many years and did not go home, so he chose his mother in court.

Perhaps because of a little guilt, self-esteem, and other reasons, he rarely disturbed his father over the years, especially after Fu Xuecheng reorganized his family.

This time, he came to ask for money for the cost of the art training class. He had spent two weeks doing psychological construction. His father's difficulties were exposed by his stepmother. Fu Yuhan suddenly felt embarrassed and embarrassed.

His dad is actually very nice to him, but he always seems to be doing things that are sorry for him.

He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't have spoken this way.

"Anyway, I'll go back and ask my mother... what you just said." Fu Yuhan stood up and glanced at Fu Xuecheng, "Then I, I'll go back first today. Goodbye Dad, and goodbye Auntie, too."

"At least we have a meal together." Zhou Ruoyan was still trying to keep him.

"No need." Fu Yuhan shook his head, "I have to review when I get home."

If Wen Yu heard this, he would definitely laugh at him for making excuses for being too low. Unfortunately, Fu Yuhan was too confused at the time and could not think of a better excuse.

Fortunately, his father didn't know what he was doing at school.

Fu Yuhan almost fled in panic.

It was not until he reached the intersection that his big and urgent steps slowed down and gradually stopped.

The green light turned into a red light, and Fu Yuhan stood at the intersection and came out for a while.

His dad was in trouble, financially.

At this time, it seems unreasonable to ask him for a large amount of money.

But when asked He Yan... Fu Yuhan frowned.

Not to mention the family expenses, because my sister is sick, I have always had a lot of trouble. Just say that He Yan, who would sell his old paintings as scrap... Can you really agree to let him go to the art class?

I hope that parents will really make people desperate.

Maybe it's better to rely on yourself.

The red light went out and the green light went on. When I walked through this intersection, Fu Yuhan had already opened the recruitment website on his mobile phone and started searching for part-time jobs.

As soon as the person left, Fu Xuecheng frowned: "Why are you talking to your child about these things? If the child wants to study, can I still be so stingy?"

"I will never object to the child's tutoring class and buying exercise books." Zhou Ruoyan looked at him and sighed, "You may not know that many high school students are not good at studying hard in school. When they are about to take the college entrance examination, they rely on their family connections to send abroad. They think they can get a diploma easily, but they don't know that it's better to get a diploma when they go out. Of course, I'm not saying that Xiaohan is not good, but in fact you really don't understand him, right? Why did he suddenly propose to learn painting when he was in the third year of high school? Do you really like it or avoid the college entrance examination? Have you understood all these?"

"I just talked to him." Fu Xuecheng said.

"Okay, assuming he really likes it." Zhou Ruoyan asked, "After studying, you give He Yan a lot of money every year. The tuition for No. 3 Middle School is not expensive at all. When Xiaohan first came, I looked at it. The shoes at the door were not half expensive. The shoes of Xiang Yan were not as expensive as boys... Where did He Yan spend the money?"

"I've asked this too." When talking about this, Fu Xuecheng's face was not very good-looking, "Xiao Han probably doesn't know."

"The college entrance examination is a major event in life." Zhou Ruoyan looked at him, "I think you have to ask He Yan out to chat."

"You don't object?"

"I said, I don't object to the sake of the child. But—" she changed her mind, "I hope you can also consider me and Xiang Yan, and our children."

“…”

Fu Xuecheng frowned: "What does it mean?"

"It means," Zhou Ruoyan said, "I'm pregnant."

Part-time jobs are not easy to find. Nine out of ten items on the same-city recruitment website are lies, and the other one is "recruiting typists sincerely."

Fu Yuhan tried to find a while ago, and the only reliable job was to work with the owner of the painting material store. However, the painting material store needed staff on duty during the working day, so he had no time, so he had to give up.

The recruitment website was flipped all the way until he walked home and he couldn't see a job other than a typist.

Although this was expected... Fu Yuhan was a little disappointed and took out the key and opened the door.

"I'm back."

Fu Yuhan's voice was strangled in his throat - He Yan had just come out of his sister's room and gave him a gesture of silence.

"Be gentle! Xiaolu just fell asleep."

"Why do you sleep at this time?" Fu Yuhan looked at the wall clock on the wall, and the clock showed 17:52.

"Your third aunt and her son come here in the afternoon." He Yan said, "Her son is about the same age as Xiaolu, and she played with her for a while. You also know that your sister's body... has no friends to play with, and she is too tired if she accidentally plays."

"San Aunt... Son?" Fu Yuhan dug out some not-so-great clips from his memories, "Are you talking about the little bastard who snatched my pair of shoes four years ago?"

"Anyway, you can't wear those shoes anymore, so what if you give them to them?" He Yan said, "Who is talking about who is a little bastard, you are just a little bitch."

Even if you can't wear it, it was bought by Fu Xuecheng for him when he was a child. Fu Yuhan kept it as a souvenir, but was snatched away by a naughty child.

He couldn't even say the word "commemoration" for an old shoe that he couldn't wear, and he felt pretentious when he said it; as a result, he hadn't seen the shoe again for four years.

This is also considered to be his scrupulousness, and he suspected that his mother had a problem with her brain.

Fu Yuhan held his breath and entered the room, put down his schoolbag, sat on the chair and began to daze.

However, as his eyes swept across the bookshelf, he stood up suddenly.

"Mom?" Fu Yuhan ran out of the room, "My Gundam model was taken away by the little bastard?"

"What model?" He Yan didn't understand.

"It's the plastic villain I put on the bookshelf before."

"That Transformers?" He Yan nodded, "Your brother said he likes it, so I'll let him take it back."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

"Who can you show me about this bad face? Just a toy, how old are you? It's not worth it anymore." He Yan patted him, "Okay, come here to help cook when you have nothing to do."

Hold.

Freak food.

Fu Yuhan looked calm and went back to the house to stuff all the keys, change, and mobile phone chargers into his bag. He opened the wardrobe and grabbed two T-shirts and stuffed them in. Then he strode out the door.

"Fu Yuhan, where are you going? Are you still eating? "He Yan rushed to the door and shouted loudly.
To be continued...