It is easy to guess that Fu Yuhan is short of money.

He doesn't like to queuing with the crowd, and he will charge the campus card every Tuesday morning when there are fewer people, which is almost impossible to hit, but he didn't go this week.

Combining his abnormalities in his actions during this period and the small balance in his meal card, it is easy to infer this conclusion.

It's a coincidence that Wen Yu really has a part-time job to introduce to him, but the content of this part-time job is too...

If it was still summer vacation, he would not have any psychological burden, but the close observation during this period made Wen Yu realize that Fu Yuhan was not the person he once thought, but was a little indescribable.

"What?" Fu Yuhan asked, "I said Brother Yu, do you know that half of the words are annoying?"

Wen Yu raised the corner of his mouth and looked helpless: "I have a part-time job...but I'm not serious."

Fu Yuhan was stunned.

This was like a timely help for him, and he was inspired: "Tell me what?"

"A friend I know... opens a bar... is recruiting wine tutors..." Wen Yu suddenly frowned, his eyes fell on the green grass leaves in the flower bed next to him, and lowered his voice, "Forget it, don't go."

The moment he said that, there was a voice in his heart saying, "This is indeed not a good idea."

“What is a wine tutor?”

"...It's the kind of tutor who pretends to be a customer in the store and asks others to buy more wine." Wen Yu said, "It's not suitable for you. Really, I'll ask you for information again to see if there is any other work to do."

"Isn't this job just enough to drink?" Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Why can't I do it?"

Wen Yu was helpless: "Do you know there are those kind of customers in nightclubs who can drink too much wine and touch each other?"

"I seem to be a man?"

That's it, but it's a little "special" bar.

Besides, although the probability of a girl being taken advantage of is even higher, it does not mean that boys will not cause such trouble.

Wen Yu was not happy to let him go to that environment.

Even though he didn't know if Fu Yuhan could handle these things peacefully, he might fight with others or swallow his anger for work, but in short, he felt it was inappropriate.

He never brought any of his classmates to those groups, and clean people should live in places where the sun can shine.

"I'll ask you for another opportunity." Wen Yu reiterated.

"...Okay." Fu Yuhan nodded, "Thank you in advance."

Wen Yu's words sounded like some kind of excuse, but Fu Yuhan really had no choice.

The two returned to the classroom.

Everyone was busy doing homework during self-study classes, and many seats were empty. It was estimated that the owner of the chair had already gone to the office to ask questions. It was not abrupt at all when these two people were not in the seats. Instead, the behavior of walking into the classroom with their feet on their backs attracted a lot of attention.

Fortunately, no one dared to make trouble for Fu Yuhan during class.

Fu Yuhan returned to his seat and tried to find out the math paper to check for the missing, but after reading it for five seconds, he decisively gave up the stupid decision and took out a new word book.

The slightly better art schools in China have set separate score limits for Chinese and English when applying for the exam, which means that even if the total score passes the line, if any of these two courses falls below the single subject line, they will still be eliminated.

Fu Yuhan's English scores were pretty good in junior high school, and this course was one of the few subjects he had a good idea of ​​how to "pick up" again.

——Memorize words.

Vocabulary is the basis of all languages.

Wen Yu glanced at him silently, pushed the math volume that had just pulled out a corner into the drawer, and pulled out Zhang Bian with his backhand.

The movement was natural, just like he just admitted the wrong paper a second ago.

The time of seriously investing in the study passed quickly. Fu Yuhan felt that he had just raised his head twice, and it was time for school to finish.

The classmates in the class packed their schoolbags and called their friends to go out. Fu Yuhan was afraid that his mother would go crazy when she met, so he waited for a while before he stood up.

After school is a wonderful time period. As long as you are willing to get five more minutes, the campus that was full not long ago can instantly become empty.

Quietness spreads everywhere.

Fu Yuhan turned off the classroom lights and locked the door, and finally dragged it downstairs.

He Yan rarely comes to school. Fu Yuhan, who is far away, can recognize that the little woman standing next to the side door of the school is her.

When the palm of his hand became sticky, Fu Yuhan put it in his pocket and rubbed it slowly.

"Mom." He shouted.

He Yan raised her eyelids and glanced at him faintly.

Fu Yuhan can't remember how long it took for him to see his mother not yelling.

Oh, it turns out that she was once dignified.

"I didn't want to come today, Fu Yuhan, I always thought you could handle your own business." He Yan said calmly, "I have told you many times to control your temper, but you don't listen." She took a deep breath, "You shouldn't not go home."

Fu Yuhan stopped.

During school hours, many students would stay near the school, eat and play here, but they wouldn't leave soon. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a group of people wearing school uniforms in No. 3 Middle School, and a few people said goodbye to them and prepared to cross the road.

"I just don't want to go back." Fu Yuhan lowered his voice, his eyelids drooped, and looked at the tip of his shoes.

"The day before yesterday, your third aunt told me that you went to their house to smash a very expensive Lego toy." He Yan said, "It's already like this anyway, and I don't want to scold you. Can you explain to me why you did this?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes: "Do you know my model, can you buy him a few sets of Legos that you asked my cousin to take away?"

He Yan looked at him for a while.

Fu Yuhan returned to his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know." He Yan said suddenly.

Fu Yuhan was slightly surprised and suddenly raised his eyelids.

"In the past, you and your dad bought these things. I haven't learned about the price, so I really don't know." He Yan asked, "Then have you taken back that model now?"

"Take it back." Fu Yuhan paused, "but it was broken and it couldn't be repaired, so I'll throw it away."

The expensive things were ruined. With Fu Yuhan's understanding of He Yan, she should no longer care about his trip to his aunt's house to smash toys.

Sure enough, after He Yan was silent for a moment, he had already changed the topic: "But you shouldn't go home."

Fu Yuhan licked his dry lips and asked softly: "Are you worried?"

"Of course," He Yan said in surprise, "Do you think your mother is the cold stepmother in the story? I remember communicating with you in the past - your Uncle Qin is busy with work, so I can only take care of you. Sometimes you may neglect you and tell you not to mind. Do you still remember?"

"Remember." Fu Yuhan said.

But rational memory and emotional resentment are different.

Let's talk about it-

"Mom," Fu Yuhan hesitated for a moment, and still spoke, "I have something I want to tell you."

"you say."

"I want to learn painting." Fearing that she misunderstood, Fu Yuhan added, "Take the art college entrance examination."

He Yan frowned.

"At least you need to go to the training class to make a surprise tutoring before the exam." Fu Yuhan pursed his lips, "I went to ask my father, and he said--"

"Have you even gone to find your father?" He Yan's voice suddenly started to rise, "Fu Yuhan, do you know who has provided you with food and clothing over the years? Then do you want to go with your father?"

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything.

"What did your dad say?"

"He said he would pay you a child support fee on time every month." Fu Yuhan's voice was very low, "You can't get the money from the training class."

"Ha, he really has the attitude to say that it costs 3,000 yuan a month. He thought he gave me 30,000 yuan? People who don't take care of children really don't know how expensive it is to raise a child-"

"Didn't you treat Xiaolu?" Fu Yuhan finally couldn't help it.

He found that he was a despicable and mean person, but he had to restrain himself by being reluctant to use his indifference and self-restraint when he peeled off the shell. Once he peeled off the shell, his ugly inner self would be revealed.

It's so ugly, how could he say such things?

What did Qin Xiaolu do wrong again?

He Yan seemed unbelievable, staring at him with a trembling pupil for a while, then said, "Fu Yuhan, you are about to be eighteen years old, I will tell you some things. Do you know that the mortgage at home has not been paid yet? Xiaolu wants to see a doctor, you have to go to school, I give my pocket money to the average level, and the food, use and clothing are not shorter than you. What do you think Fu Xuecheng can do the 3,000 yuan? Your uncle Qin is old and you have to do two jobs just to make more money. I think the four of us are now a family, and the family needs to explain the whereabouts of every cent to you clearly?"

Fu Yuhan lowered his head and clenched his fists in his pocket.

"I haven't told you before that I saved you 50,000 yuan to use it for you to go to college." He Yan said, "You used to have good grades, but now you are a little worse, I always think you can come back. The better the college, the cheaper the tuition, the more you are. I calculated that 50,000 yuan is enough to get a second-tier university, which should be enough."

She paused, "I won't agree with learning art. If you have a poor grade, try hard to make up for the fallen scores. If you don't understand the knowledge points, ask the teacher, instead of being degenerate and saying what art you want to learn."

"This is not self-deprecation-" Fu Yuhan frowned and wanted to refute.

"In my opinion, that's it." He Yan said seriously, "Do you know who can go to study art in the third year of high school? They are all people who have poor grades and don't work hard and can't make up for it. Mom thinks you are not such a child."

Fu Yuhan bit the soft flesh in his mouth in one bite.

"If you really want to study, you can go to your father to support you." He Yan said again, "If you go and live with your father, your mother will not care about you."

She turned around, "I have to go to the hospital to prepare medicine for Xiaolu, you go home early. No matter what happens, don't stay at night. It's not safe in society now, don't think that you can't encounter anything if you are a boy."

After she said that, she left.
To be continued...