As soon as the door opened, the people inside turned their heads at the same time. Chu Lei saw Fu Yuhan's look and almost choked while drinking water. "Cough, cough cough...Fuck, Brother Fu, what's wrong with you today? Even if Yang Fan's birthday is out, you're dressing so well, are you going to give us a few stinky dios who have just made up lessons?"

Fu Yuhan paused.

Chu Lei and the others were not wearing school uniforms, but they were all dirty. At first glance, they were just ravaged by the sea of ​​questions.

"You come to eat and buy new clothes!" He pointed to the shopping bag with brand LOGO in Fu Yuhan's hand and accused him, "I also got wet hair!"

Although I knew that Chu Lei was a comedian early in the morning, Fu Yuhan still affirmed this conclusion again in this second.

My mood, which was still raining a few minutes ago, suddenly became ridiculous because of Chu Lei's joke.

He stumbled the bangs drooping on his forehead speechlessly: "Is this wet hair? Is this wet hair OK?"

Yang Fan stared at him: "Are you wet in the rain?"

"Ah, um." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, licked his lips, and then glanced at him, "It's too heavy... an accident."

Next to Yang Fan was a thin girl. She was full of heaven, with a pointed chin, a simple ponytail, and a strand of hair fell on her cheeks, showing a bit of weakness.

Not that kind of aggressive look, but it looks very good.

There were two young girls sitting next to her. Usually, they would not call girls when they were in a party - mainly because girls who had no relationship could call them - these two were probably best friends brought by "sister-in-law".

Yang Fan stared at him and didn't know what he was thinking. Fu Yuhan didn't dare to look at him too much and staggered his eyes.

Fortunately, Chu Lei, who didn't know anything, helped him save the situation-

"If you get wet, just buy one. The young master is still the young master back then." Chu Lei was amazed, "But this clothes look so good to wear... Did you see, Brother Fu, as soon as you dress up, the girls start to look at you and ignore us at all."

The two girls smiled embarrassedly and whispered: "What are you talking about Chu Lei?"

Before Fu Yuhan could speak, Wen Yu walked up from behind him and slammed a slight lip on Chu Lei's forehead: "Your Brother Fu can kill you in seconds without dressing up and turning back. I really don't know why he was single until this year?"

"..." The smile on Chu Lei's lips turned into a crack in a second, "...I've died young, what happened during this period? I haven't seen each other for more than a month, and I actually saw Brother Yu talk for Brother Fu. Am I dreaming?"

The crowd followed and became stupid: "You are not alone and haven't woken up."

Chu Lei: "Old men, we have a traitor."

Wen Yu pulled open two chairs that no one sat on, sat down in one of them, looked at Chu Lei and said, "Don't you understand? I am a third-tier middle school now."

A group of middle school students condemned him for his ruthless behavior.

Fu Yuhan sat down on another chair that Wen Yu pulled away and hung the shopping bag on the back of the chair.

His fingers were shaking a little, and he pinched himself without saying a word, took a deep breath, turned around, hooked the corners of his mouth as much as possible, and handed over the packaged gift: "Happy, happy birthday."

"Bobo." Yang Fan threw a blowing kiss to him as usual, and went to open the gift box with great enthusiasm. "You still remember to prepare gifts for me every year. These beasts will only give me a red envelope after being urged by me."

Piqiu: "It's not good to give you a red envelope!"

Ma Gan: "That's right, I don't accept the refund!"

"What a fuck!" Yang Fan said.

The meticulously wrapped wrapping paper was quickly torn off by him, revealing the exquisite box inside. Yang Fan opened the lid of the box-

Wen Yu turned his head and saw a handmade glue-dropped mobile phone case in the middle of a pile of plastic ribbons for setting off.

A hand-painted colored figure painting is integrated into the dripping glue. It is Yang Fan holding his cheek with one hand and napping on the desk. The phone case is also decorated with small sequins in the imitation diamond style. There are not many, but the entire phone case looks shiny.

Wen Yu recognized this painting very much like the large picture on the newspaper in the back panel of the classroom.

It turned out that the villain who was sleeping on his tummy was also drawn by him thinking of Yang Fan.

"Wow," Yang Fan shouted, "This is so beautiful, right?"

He immediately took out his phone, removed the original shell and put it on a new shell.

Fu Yuhan licked his lips, his eyes drooped, and tried to joke: "You should have asked us for a sister-in-law, and I should be a couple for you."

"Then can I book a couple's phone case that will be shipped next year first?"

"Yes." Fu Yuhan nodded and found the paper and pen that he just bought, "I can give you a painting now."

"Don't worry!" Yang Fan said, "I'll introduce it to you first."

"You introduced you." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "Don't delay my painting."

This was what he had said on the phone before, and he started drawing it like a ok person.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, and everyone on the table was very happy. At the birthday boy's coming-of-age ceremony, he announced that he had found a girlfriend for the first time in his life, and was twice as teased by a group of friends.

Fu Yuhan had a little smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was listening to Yang Fan's introduction to everyone while painting.

But midway through Wen Yu glanced at him and found that Fu Yuhan was not very attentive.

His invisible smile had almost no change, and his mask was hung on his face.

Wen Yu used to smirks, and was experienced in this area. Fu Yuhan could deceive others, but could not deceive him.

His paintings are not the same as the past style - the art student's sketches are fast and vivid, and the face styles of the characters are realistic, which does not conform to the general aesthetics. So rather than saying that Fu Yuhan is drawing sketches at the moment, it is better to say that he is drawing comics.

He painted as beautifully as possible Yang Fan and his girlfriend Zhao Tong snuggled together, and finally handed over the painting: "I wish you... a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"What a hundred years of marriage?" Zhao Tong said angrily with a red face, his voice soft and weak.

"Hahahaha, OK," Yang Fan laughed and took the painting and said, "I will frame it when I go back tonight!"

"It's so good." Zhao Tong glanced at the painting and smiled at Fu Yuhan, "Thank you."

Yang Fan: "Why are you so polite? I told you a long time ago that Xiaohan is my best friend. I don't care about these false rituals with him... Ahhh, don't pinch me, it hurts!"

"My friend also wants to thank you!" Zhao Tong stared at him and scolded in a low voice.

Fu Yuhan's left hand, which was placed under the table, clenched into a fist.

Wen Yu turned his head and looked at him, his eyes falling.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yuhan noticed his gaze.

"Your shoelaces are loose," Wen Yu said.

"...Oh." Fu Yuhan stepped back from the chair and bent down under the table.

He should thank Wen Yu for his keenness, because his shoelaces are nothing.

But if he didn't find a chance to adjust his expression, he was afraid that his eyes would turn red.

Fu Yuhan repeatedly tied his shoelaces under the table twice before looking up again.

He talked very little today, and the whole process was mainly listened. The two girls Zhao Tong brought were Song Ting and Li Sisi, who were her two best friends. They were not students of No. 1 Middle School. Fu Yuhan heard that she specially introduced them to Yang Fan's good brothers.

As a young man, let me introduce you and come out to play twice, maybe I will see you.

These people usually just play together and have no chance to have close contact with girls. Although they say they want a partner every day, they have no substantial progress.

Yang Fan and Zhao Tong also want to help.

In this situation, in addition to Yang Fan, who already has a partner, the two handsome young masters inevitably gained many envious and jealous jokes from their male compatriots.

The only thing Fu Yuhan is that he has always talked very little and will not be seen strange.

Moreover, Wen Yu was next to him, and he took the conversation as much as possible, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Yu, who has always been versatile - or "socialist" - has used his expertise, making the two girls he met for the first time laugh, and the laughter never stopped in the box, and even made Chu Lei and others who were not very good at interacting with girls find their own dialogue rhythm.

After dinner, they went to KTV to sing. They ordered some wine for Yang Fan's coming-of-age ceremony.

It’s also drinking and singing, and playing with this group of people is much more comfortable than the temporary situation in the Yongrong Group that day. It’s a pity that Fu Yuhan is in a bad mood.

He sat in the corner as much as he could, and quietly watched the ball and pole grab the stand on the stage.

The surroundings were noisy, and the space was quiet and quiet.

It was not until Yang Fan settled Zhao Tong and walked over and sat next to him that Fu Yuhan's ears crawled into his voice again. He glanced at Yang Fan and asked softly: "Why are you sitting here if you don't accompany your girlfriend?"

"Looking for a girlfriend doesn't mean you don't want brothers." Yang Fan looked at him, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"No." Fu Yuhan shook his head. In order to make this sentence sound more credible, he casually found a reason, "I was a little tired after taking art class for an afternoon."

"Are you tired of drawing? I see you have painted a lot before?"

"The classes are different... they are all test-taking things. Do you like to tinker with computers, and don't you like computers, and do you think you will take the exam?"

"Oh, you're right." Yang Fan nodded without doubting him, and his eyes fell on him.

Wen Yu directly bought a sportswear for him according to the model's clothes at the door of the store. The red, white and black color scheme was so eye-catching.

Fu Yuhan was a little awkward by Yang Fan's straightforward gaze, and he unconsciously moved to the other side: "...why?"

"Have you returned to your dad's place?"

"No." Fu Yuhan understood and chuckled, "Don't do this, it's not that my mother won't buy me clothes."

"But she won't buy you such an expensive one." Yang Fan said, "How is Xiaolu doing recently?"

"Just that way, it's repeated."

"Do you still have a fight with your mom?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "I had a big argument last time, but she didn't pay much attention to me recently."

He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say about his work.
To be continued...