This job sounds even more unreasonable than the previous one.

However, in terms of environment, taking photos is at least quieter than bars. Fu Yuhan does not drink alcohol, although he thinks he can drink it.

A gust of wind brought the fallen leaves over, and the leaves hit the legs of the iron chair on the bench, making an empty sound of "knocking". Fu Yuhan suddenly came back to his senses and pulled Wen Yu's hand down: "I thought you said in the morning, 'Inquiry for another opportunity' was mine from the donkey."

"Then I will tell you directly, 'Don't think about it'." Wen Yu rubbed his fingertips and took his hand back.

Fu Yuhan's hair was a little long, and the back of his neck was half smooth and half soft, and his touch felt a little magical. Wen Yu was thinking, but suddenly heard the other party ask, "But why do you want to help me?"

"Well," Wen Yu thought for a while, "I don't know, I'll help you if I want to. Maybe I think... If everyone goes to the Imperial Capital next year, it will be boring to have fewer opponents."

Fu Yuhan looked at him for a while: "To be honest, I thought you would choose to go abroad."

"If you can leave at any time, you won't want to leave." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "It's not very interesting to go abroad."

"...Why are you meaningless?"

"It's boring to live." Wen Yu raised his eyelids and looked at him and smiled, "Or what do you think I'll do for you? It's not because of boredom."

Fu Yuhan was speechless.

But some things had nothing to do with him. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and looked up: "Thank you anyway."

"Then I will pretend you agreed. Come to me early on Saturday and I will take you there." Wen Yu stood up and patted him, "Will you go to my place when you go home today?"

"go home."

"Did you figure it out?" Wen Yu put some jokes on his lips, "I reconciled with your mother very quickly."

"...Who said I'm going to reconcile?" Fu Yuhan held his hands together, pinched his knuckles, and whispered, "I just have no place to go. I can move out after the university...."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows: "Come on. Then you go, I'm back."

Fu Yuhan tilted his head and stared at his left back for a few seconds.

There was no one on the road at this moment, and Wen Yu walked in his pocket, just like when Fu Yuhan met him on the street that night. Without looking, Fu Yuhan could imagine that his vision was naturally drooping because of his height, and he looked at people and objects with three points of contempt.

It’s really hard for me to force myself into a “top student” in school, even though I’m obviously such a person.

"Hey, Wen Yu." My thoughts suddenly moved, and Fu Yuhan called him.

A few dozen meters away, Wen Yu turned around casually.

"I'll meet you later in the evening self-study later." Fu Yuhan asked, "Are you waiting to tell me about this?"

It would be better to say that I heard some words and wanted to see if something happened to him before waiting. Wen Yu smiled, lowered his head and laughed twice, raised his voice and replied: "Didn't you wake up?"

After asking, Wen Yu felt that it was him who had not woken up.

Fu Yuhan has a bad condition in his naked eyes these days. He is a little...why? It may be really "Dugu Qiubai". He doesn't want to see this rare "opponent" depressed.

Fu Yuhan did not answer again, perhaps because he felt that shouting loudly was too frustrating, so he sent Wen Yu two messages.

Wen Yu saw it when he got home.

The first one is, "It is a disease that is too competitive." This is what Wen Yu said to Fu Yuhan on the bench a few minutes ago; the next one is, "It is a disease that is right or wrong."

Wen Yu laughed.

He put down his phone and was stunned for a while, doubting that he was indeed sick.

After only three seconds of hesitation, he put down his schoolbag and walked to the locked door.

Fu Yuhan was still a little nervous when he returned home, but when he got home, he found that there was no one at home.

Oh no, Qin Xiaolu is at home, she is always at home because her body does not allow her to go out to school, but she is sleeping.

The whole room was quiet.

In fact, this state is normal. Both Uncle Qin and his mother are very busy. When he was a child, he didn't understand what Fu Xuecheng always didn't go home. When his parents divorced, they followed his mother. But later he found that once people need to concentrate on making money, they really don't have much energy to spend at home.

but.

Although he understood what "different positions" meant when he heard his mother's words, he and He Yan had their own perspectives and positions, but he was not ready to forget it.

Fu Yuhan sat in the empty living room and thought for five minutes, ran out to find a locksmith, and spent fifty dollars to replace the lock in his bedroom.

He didn't even have supper for this.

It doesn't matter if the young man is hungry, but he can't stand it at around 9 o'clock in the evening. Everyone was doing homework in the evening study, and there was only the "rustling" sound of brushstrokes in the classroom. As soon as he screamed in his stomach, Wen Yu, who was beside him, immediately heard it.

He turned his head and glanced at him, changed his pencil, and wrote four words on the blank space of Fu Yuhan's paper: Didn't you have supper?

Fu Yuhan nodded.

Wen Yu seemed a little speechless, shook his head, erased the lines with an eraser, and continued to write the paper.

After finishing a paper, he took the book and stood up, walked to the podium and said something to the teacher on duty, and then left the classroom.

At the beginning, Fu Yuhan didn't care about his movements. In the evening study, many students would leave the classroom and go to the office or other classes to ask questions. It is true that Wen Yu's grades are outrageous, but he has not reached the level of full marks in the whole family. It is normal to ask questions if you have any questions.

However, what he didn't expect was that more than ten minutes later, Wen Yu came back from outside, took out a bowl of open cups from the big pocket of the long-sleeved school uniform jacket and threw it on Fu Yuhan's legs. The pencil wrote a few more words on the blank paper: There was hot water in the water dispenser.

Fu Yuhan: “…”

This bowl is small and can easily be stuffed into the pocket.

But, this is what Wen Yu brought to him???

He looked at Wen Yu with a look of surprise and asked with his mouth: "Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

Wen Yu glanced at him and reached out: "Then I'll give it back."

"No." Fu Yuhan answered silently, squatted down and slipped out from under the table.

The water dispenser is at the end of the classroom, and simply pouring water will not attract the attention of the teacher on duty.

It was just right that the water dispenser heated the water to soak a bowl of noodles at a time. He slid back to his seat as it was, and then ate a whole bowl of instant noodles under the table.

"Thank you." After eating, he wiped his mouth and said to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was busy writing the paper, ignored him, and didn't know if he heard it.

Fu Yuhan thought about it and decided not to care about him and ignore others.

In fact, in this regard, Fu Yuhan is a person with very simple thinking.

For him, it was nothing to Wen Yu's part-time job introduction, but when he went out to bring him a bowl of instant noodles, he could be considered a "friend" - of course, he had to leave Yang Fan's matter aside.

But the same thing is true. If Wen Yu wanted to attack Yang Fan, he would have had a chance every day for two years. Subconsciously, Fu Yuhan did not think that Wen Yu would do the immoral thing that would bend his way through the name of friendship.

He has a good temper towards his "friend" and plans to truce with Wen Yu from this second.

That night, Fu Yuhan went home for the night.

He Yan met him and said nothing. Fu Yuhan filled the sent test papers as much as possible, washed up early, locked the door and went to bed.

His mother would always find that he had replaced the door lock.

But Fu Yuhan actually didn't expect it to be so soon.

The next morning, he changed his clothes and came out and found 200 yuan and a note on the table in the living room. The note simply wrote: You didn't take the food expenses this week the day before yesterday. The door was locked, and my mother couldn't get in.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and thought for a while. He went back to the bedroom and found a pen and added a line of words on the back of the note: Thank you, no need.

His thinking is also very simple in this matter.

He didn't want to ask for a fucking cent since he decided to make money by himself.

A week passed quickly. Early on Saturday morning, Wen Yu was woken up by the ringtone of his cell phone.

His ringtone and the wake-up alarm were not the same song, so he was stunned for a moment when he woke up.

The caller ID was a "wild cat". Wen Yu took a deep breath and answered the phone: "It's amazing, you, the phone came earlier than my alarm clock."

He yawned as he said, his voice lazily.

"Didn't you let me come early?" Fu Yuhan looked at the sky outside, "I'm at your doorstep."

"...You're too early, right?"

"Brother Yu——" Fu Yuhan dragged a long voice helplessly, "It's almost 8 o'clock now."

"Who will get up before 10 a.m. on Saturday?" Wen Yu came over with his slippers and hung up the phone. He said to the person standing at the door in anger, "The biological clock of art is constantly changing day and night. We have not gotten up now."

"Then you didn't tell me any time."

Fu Yuhan entered the house, brought it to the door, and found slippers for himself to change it.

Wen Yu walked over and pulled up the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room with a "whistle". There was almost no light left in the whole room. Fu Yuhan was briefly blind and it took him a while to get used to the darkness in the room.

Only then did he realize that the curtains in Wen Yu's bedroom were also tightly pulled.

"Promise me and sleep a little longer." Wen Yu said and walked into the house, yawning while walking, "The quilt is in the cabinet. Where did you see me put it last time."

Out of politeness, Fu Yuhan usually wouldn't go into the bedroom when he went to other people's houses, but Wen Yu's attitude was so natural that he had to follow him in.

The tall and thin man walked to the bed like a zombie, smashed himself into the soft bedding, turned over and rolled in.

The room was as quiet as haunted.

Fu Yuhan stood there and looked at him, a little helpless: "What did you do last night and made yourself so sleepy?"

"I didn't do anything..." Wen Yu murmured, and turned his face to the other side, "You should sleep for a while... It's time to get up and I'll call you..."
To be continued...