I want to say that I am definitely not because of my love and love, but because of my familiarity. Fu Yuhan doesn’t have many friends, and the only one who has a good relationship may be Yang Fan who can stay in the room.

But in fact, he calculated carefully and just wanted to find a place to live, and it was fine wherever he went.

But when it comes to "going to Wenyu's house to spend the night", it is like someone sprinkling a handful of thin ice into the hot evening breeze in late summer and early autumn. When it blows, his arm is like electricity, and he gets goose bumps out of thin air.

It was not awkward or disgusting, Fu Yuhan immediately showed a disgusting expression. However, the person standing in front of him did not understand his disgust, but was excited about his rare ups and downs.

"If you don't speak, I'll think you'll choose the first one." Wen Yu's mouth hung a little vague smile again, and his empty hand reached into his pocket to touch his cell phone, "I'll call Yang Fan..."

In the last half of the sentence, his voice became lowered, and his nasal voice became obvious. Fu Yuhan heard a hint of alcohol from it, frowned, and pressed his hand before dialing the phone: "Yang Fan hasn't finished class yet... are you drinking too much?"

"get out of class?" Wen Yu's voice was very soft, and he looked down at Fu Yuhan holding his hand.

"Evening self-study." Fu Yuhan paused and pulled his hand back, "Don't you know when the No. 3 Middle School will be over?"

Wen Yu was silent for a while, then pinched his temples and sighed softly: "I know, I forgot that today is not the weekend."

"Then you're so drunk."

"No, they called me... forget it." Wen Yu closed his eyes and rubbed his swollen head a few more times before opening his eyes, "Can you leave?"

"..." Fu Yuhan didn't expect that the topic had not yet passed, "Are you really here?"

"Seriously." Wen Yu looked at him, "I remember Yang Fan's living in the east of the city? What time do you plan to get up tomorrow morning to go to school?"

Fu Yuhan really didn't think about this problem. First, he didn't care about being late, and second, he had no choice.

"The place where I live is behind the school. You have seen me go home." Wen Yu said, "You can sleep until 6:45."

The morning self-study at No. 1 Middle School starts at 7 o'clock, which sounds very tempting.

Wen Yu looked a little more awake than a few minutes ago, and the suggestion became a bit more serious.

Fu Yuhan began to hesitate.

It was actually quite disturbing to stay at Yang Fan's house. In order not to be late, he had to leave early. The enthusiastic Yang Fan's mother would get up early to arrange breakfast for him.

This has always been the case.

For Fu Yuhan, the biggest obstacle to going to Yang Fan’s house is nothing else, it is actually this.

Wen Yu suddenly said "tsk" and turned on his phone: "I've called a taxi."

Fu Yuhan: "?"

"I can't choose it, I'll help you choose." Wen Yu said, "Go to my house."

"..." Fu Yuhan was speechless, "Do you use this method to 'eliminate' your love rivals? As far as I know, there are quite a lot of girls who like Yang Fan."

"What does that have to do with me?" Wen Yu said.

He looked down at his phone, with a trace of inattention hanging on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Fu Yuhan suddenly became a little strange - even he was secretly sad for the sake of the girls, envious of them for their liking to like that person openly and pursue him openly.

Unlike him, he can only watch quietly where others don’t know.

But Wen Yu looked like he had never been bothered by Yang Fan's relationship with the opposite sex.

The car came very quickly. Wen Yu was waiting on the side of the road, watching the black Roewe stop in front of him, opened the car door, and turned around: "Get in the car."

"..." It seemed that there was no reason to refute it. Fu Yuhan closed the sketchbook and hid into the back seat with the book and bag in his arms.

Wen Yu followed up and closed the car door.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on, which was cooler than the outdoors. Fu Yuhan was inexplicably in a better mood. He turned his head and looked at Wen Yu: "Hey."

Wen Yu gave him a look.

"No matter what...thank you."

"It's okay," Wen Yu turned his head out the window, and supported his right elbow on the car door, supporting his chin, "I'm also for myself."

He put his left hand on his leg. Fu Yuhan looked down and found that he was still holding the broken model and a pile of fragments.

This pile of things is not easy to get, Fu Yuhan hesitated and said, "Why put this in my bag first?"

"No," Wen Yu didn't look back, "It's mine if you gave it to me."

After getting into the car, he seemed to suddenly become disliked. Although Fu Yuhan thanked him for taking him in, he did not want to touch his cold butt without limit. He curled his lips and withdrew his gaze.

Nothing to say along the way.

On the way, Yang Fan called back and asked Fu Yuhan what was wrong. Fu Yuhan thought about it and said that he had solved it.

If you tell him that you are staying at a lodging room, you have to explain why you don’t go home, and then the words will be longer... Besides, Wen Yu is still next to you. Even if the man doesn’t want to pay attention to him, he has ears at least.

Fu Yuhan didn't really want to tell anyone about the broken things at home.

His third aunt's house is a little far from the Third Middle School. When the car stopped at the entrance of the community, Fu Yuhan suddenly remembered a strange little thing.

There was a road full of sycamore trees and ginkgo outside the path he visited. The road was famous for its many street bars in the city. At first, Fu Yuhan subconsciously thought Wen Yu was going to the bar with others, but... although he had never been to the bar, he knew that there was no bar in the world that drove the guests at night when the door was opened.

The itinerary is a bit mysterious.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Wen Yu suddenly turned around.

"...It's okay." Fu Yuhan turned his eyes away, "Which building is your house?"

“Inside.”

After ten o'clock in the evening, the community was very quiet. Wen Yu led him deep into a unit building.

"Have you had dinner?" Wen Yu suddenly asked when he walked into the elevator.

Fu Yuhan lifted up his eyelids: "I ate." Although there were only two pies.

"I didn't eat." Wen Yu frowned and rubbed his stomach, "Let's have some meal with me later."

"……ah?"

What to eat this big night, takeout barbecue?

Soon Fu Yuhan realized that he had misunderstood because after entering the door, Wen Yu found a pile of cold food from the refrigerator and stuffed it into the microwave in batches.

No one has touched those dishes before, as if someone had made them specially.

I don’t know if I’m so excited after drinking, but Wen Yu was in the mood to explain to Fu Yuhan when he was hot: “Every night, my aunt will come to cook for me. If I’m not here like today, she will put it in the refrigerator when she’s done.”

“…Dear aunt?”

"nanny."

"Oh, no wonder." Fu Yuhan relaxed his expression, "I just told you why you were beaten by your aunt."

Wen Yu lowered his head and laughed a few times: "Because I have paid."

"Young Master." Fu Yuhan leaned his head against the wall next to the kitchen, looking careless.

Wen Yu followed the good deeds and said, "Hey."

“…”

Fu Yuhan is sure that he is drinking too much.

The microwave hot rice is very fast, and Fu Yuhan doesn't like to be idle, so he takes the initiative to help him bring the dish to the living room.

Although I live alone, this room is quite large, with two rooms connected to the living room, one open and the other closed.

After the dishes were all set, Wen Yu picked up the broken dismantling machine RX-13 and walked towards the closed room: "You eat first."

Fu Yuhan unexpectedly saw him pulling out a key before opening the room.

Not only did he lock the door at home, but he even opened the crack in the door very small when he walked in, as if he didn't plan to show Fu Yuhan what was inside.

Fu Yuhan...Fu Yuhan doesn't want to see it.

The food on the table is more seductive than Wen Yu's secret, to him.

Wen Yu came back after a while and walked to Fu Yuhan and sat down calmly.

Fu Yuhan didn't look back, but heard that he locked the room again when he went out. The RX-13 was gone, probably staying inside.

Model Collection Room?

Forget it, it has nothing to do with him.

"You aunty is very good at treating it." Fu Yuhan scooped up a spoonful of tofu and looked at it in front of him. "The knife skills can catch up with the chef in the store."

"Is that right?" Wen Yu ate with a silence, "I haven't noticed it."

"Tsk," Fu Yuhan shook his head, "Then you are really a waste of resources... Anyway, it's more than my family's past-"

The speech came to an abrupt end, Wen Yu raised his eyes: "What?"

"Nothing." Fu Yuhan said.

It’s boring to mention the old story again. Anyway, he can’t eat the food made by that aunt now.

The two of them were eating face to face, and there was no words on the table. The two pies saved Fu Yuhan. At this moment, he couldn't eat too much and put down his chopsticks without eating much.

It was not until this time that he had time to observe Wen Yu's movements - his back was straight, his left hand held the bowl, and his right hand repeated the movements mechanically. When the chopsticks fell into the bowl, he would never make any sound.

Very upright, not as straight as a normal person.
To be continued...