Fu Yuhan made a big fuss at his third aunt's house and smashed his cousin's Lego set.

He rarely gets so angry, and his cold temperament is like a hell Shura, scaring his spoiled cousin, who has never been raped by anyone, to cry.

In fact, his temper is not as bad as he looks. In the past, my cousin used to take some old things worth a little money from him. At most, he would argue with his mother and would not make trouble at the third aunt's house.

He thought he had done well enough, but he actually didn't like to care about so much.

But why did even his model move?

Fu Yuhan really doesn't understand.

"Fu Yuhan! Are you crazy? You came over and smashed your brother's toy?"

"He doesn't know that other people's things can't be touched if he doesn't smash something." Fu Yu stared at his third aunt coldly, pointed at his cousin who was crying loudly, and said word by word, "Also, I don't care if you come to my mother at home, but he wants to enter my room again, and I can beat him until you don't even know him."

My third aunt may have never been contradicted by anyone, and her eyes widened three times: "What are you talking about? Do you know who you are talking to? How old are you still calculating about a toy with your cousin? Why are you so angry?"

"I know what I'm talking about and who I'm talking to. I have this attitude. If you don't believe me, you can try it. See if your son will go to the hospital next time." Fu Yuhan said this and was about to leave. He walked to the door and suddenly turned around, "Oh by the way, Aunt Third."

He looked straight into Aunt Third's eyes, which were so frightened that it seemed that it was about to take off his sockets, "You are really arrogant like your sister."

He was so arrogant that he never asked him what he thought.

It seems that he is so tall and big, but he can't think or have no emotions.

He is worthy of being a sister.

Even the words said were almost the same.

"What's your attitude? How can you say that to elders like this? Fu Yuhan! Fu Yuhan!! Come back for me! I, I want to tell your mother--"

Go and tell me, Fu Yuhan thought.

Love whoever you want.

He was discomfortable.

Fu Yuhan quickly walked out of the unit building and left the community that he felt bored when he looked at it. While walking aimlessly, he rubbed the broken mouth of the Gundam model with his fingers.

He was angry and confused, not knowing where to go or what he was going to do now.

A senior high school student has homework even in sports meetings. He still has several papers in his bag but he has not written them, but he can't get excited.

I don’t know how long I left, but Fu Yuhan suddenly stopped.

This place is not in front of the village or the shop behind it, and there is nothing, but he knows where the route he subconsciously takes leads.

It's Yang Fan's family.

Yang Fan's house was very close to the home he was when he was a child. At that time, Fu Yuhan would go to his house to play, no matter whether he was happy or not, and he would not have to say hello in advance.

But when they grew up, they had their own affairs, and some consciousnesses took root and sprouted, so they had to add an extra step to say hello before visiting.

Later, when my parents divorced, they became farther away, and their studies became more and more heavy, so Fu Yuhan went less and less.

The shop next to the road supported a gorgeous light shadow in the dark night. Fu Yuhan stared at the road ahead for a while and suddenly sighed, walked to a stone pier on the side of the road and sat down, took out his cell phone to send a message to Yang Fan.

He doesn't want to go home tonight, so he always has to find a place for himself to live.

Fu Yuhan: When will you get off school?

Yang Fan: What are you doing at 10 o'clock?

Fu Yuhan: It's okay.

Yang Fan:??Brother, if you have something to do, why do you have this trick with me?

Fu Yuhan: It’s not a big deal, let’s talk about it after school.

Well, he was just taking some time to organize the wording.

They were both classmates and lived close to each other. The two parents knew each other. Yang Fan could be said to be the only friend who knew his messy family situation. Since he planned to stay there, he had to explain the causes and consequences.

It's only past 7 o'clock now, and there are still several hours to 10 o'clock.

...

Fu Yuhan sat on the stone pier for a long time. He was a little hungry in the middle. He remembered that he had not had dinner yet, so he went to the nearby area to buy two pies to satisfy his hunger, so he sat back.

He saw the sticky couple walking by, and also saw the couple walking and quarreling; he saw the students who were rushing to study, and he also saw the working people who had just gotten off work.

Many people, all kinds of people, reveal their true faces under the night sky.

They all have a destination, but he doesn't.

He spent half an hour stunned, took out a sketchbook from his bag, and started drawing it with a little light in front of the tavern not far away.

“…Fu Yuhan?”

I don’t know how long it took, but a familiar voice suddenly came from around me. Fu Yuhan looked up and saw Wen Yu in the dark.

What he wore was very different from usual - he unbuttoned his black shirt, his fair chest was faintly visible on the top of the collar, his shirt hem was hung outside, and his legs were wearing slim casual pants.

He stood in his pocket, his face full of expression, and his skin color was whiter than usual. The corresponding pair of eyes was so dark that it seemed to be bottomless.

Fu Yuhan was stunned for several seconds when he saw Wen Yu like this for the first time and almost dared not recognize him.

Seeing Fu Yuhan looking up, Wen Yu walked forward two steps and walked from the dark to a place with light. At this time, Fu Yuhan suddenly noticed that he was wearing a drilled earring on his left ear, and a little light was shook by the light on the roadside.

Sure enough, the one I saw in his ear last time was a piercing ear.

Wen Yu walked closer and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Why are you here?"

Fu Yuhan frowned and subconsciously leaned back: "How much have you drunk?"

“Not much.”

“…real or false.”

Fu Yuhan almost thought Wen Yu had just been taken out of the jar of wine. The two of them were obviously several steps away, and he could already smell the smell of wine soaring into the sky on each other's body.

"It's not much," Wen Yu smiled, "Is it smelling bad?"

"Not that," Fu Yuhan sat back, "I just didn't get used to it."

Even those who drink can't be used to the smell of alcohol on others, not to mention that Fu Yuhan himself has no problem with alcoholism.

Wen Yu looked at him with his eyes down for a few seconds, and suddenly took two more steps forward: "Then you just smoke it."

“…”

This person's evil tastes pop up from time to time, which is really annoying. Fu Yuhan is unhappy and sneered coldly: "If you smell it, just smell it, not just a little smell."

A man is more face than hell, and he is in a bad mood tonight, so he can't lose to Wen Yu in such a trivial matter.

Wen Yu laughed softly and raised some topics. Perhaps because of drinking, he was not speaking fast, and his movements of looking down at Fu Yuhan's sketchbook became more focused.

"You sit here to draw at night?"

"Just think it's right."

“It’s so good to be interested.”

Fu Yuhan ignored him and lowered his head to draw. He was drawing a house across the street, and he didn't want to be interrupted by Wen Yu.

But Wen Yu obviously didn't think so.

He might be addicted to people, so he reached out to grab the other party's bag when Fu Yuhan was most involved.

To be precise, it is something exposed in the gap next to the bag pocket.

"Disassembler RX-93? You actually have this-"When the model was halfway through, Wen Yu saw the cut on it and was stunned, "How did it turn out like this?"

"Unfortunate." Fu Yuhan didn't reply, "Idiot parents are stupid and naughty children."

He didn't stop Wen Yu and touch him, because the thing was broken anyway.

No matter how broken parts are put together, they will be traced, but they will not be repaired properly.

Before Wen Yu appeared, he had been sad for several hours, but now he looked very calm.

Wen Yu did not make a sound, bent down, took out the model body and broken arms from Fu Yuhan's bag, and looked under the lamp for a while.

"The workmanship is really good." Just when Fu Yuhan thought Wen Yu was not going to say anything, Wen Yu spoke again, "I haven't bought this."

"How can you not buy it?" Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

This glance surprised him a little.

Even for the broken Gundam, Wen Yu was very careful in his movements and his eyes were very focused. For some reason, Fu Yuhan suddenly felt like "This person is not acting now, but he really likes Gundam."

"My dad was at home during the period of release, and I couldn't buy it." Wen Yu said softly, "He doesn't like me playing with this kind of thing. I can only buy it quietly when he is not at home."

Fu Yuhan looked at him for a while.

"If you really like it, I'll give it to you."

Wen Yu was slightly stunned.

The sight he cast made Fu Yuhan suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. He turned his head and said indifferently: "It's broken anyway, it's not... it can't be repaired well."

There were still details left in the street scene. Fu Yuhan hurriedly finished it, closed the sketchbook, flipped through his bag, and stuffed all the fragments of the Gundam model to Wen Yu.

"Okay, okay, take it and leave." Fu Yuhan began to drive people away, "blocking me to draw."
To be continued...