"Shut it." Fu Yuhan didn't think anything was wrong. He stood up and turned off the lights. Considering Wen Yu's "paleopathy", he even asked, "Do you want to help you pull the curtains?"

The lights have turned off, but it’s not dark yet, so it’s really a little light if you don’t pull the curtains.

Wen Yu held the handle, and a little light on the screen reflected in his dark pupils. He looked at him and said, "Lucky."

"Small matter." Fu Yuhan responded lightly and walked over to pull the curtains.

When he raised his hand, his school uniform was pulled up as he moved, revealing a thin waist, and then it was soon covered with the skylight.

Wen Yu then withdrew his gaze.

The screen was the interface for starting the game. He didn't rush to move. It was not until Fu Yuhan walked back and the sofa beside him sank, and Wen Yu pressed the confirmation button.

In fact, playing immersive interactive movies is more interesting than simply watching movies, because there are still parts that require players to operate during the process, which makes it more subtle.

Especially in the room, the lights were turned off and the curtains were pulled.

Wen Yu always has a little time every day that he doesn't want to see the light at all. He specially chose curtains that can block the light away from the light. He was originally very easy to immerse himself in the environment in the game itself, but he was a little distracted.

Out of the corner of my eyes, there was a piece of wrist bone illuminated by the screen light, and the skin on the back of my hand was as white as if it was glowing.

Very dazzling.

This is too annoying, Wen Yu thought.

In terms of operation difficulty, "Storm" and "Dark Souls" are not at the same level, and Wen Yu did not encounter much difficulty in playing it. Although he was a little distracted at the beginning, the plot of this game is indeed "very good" as Fu Yuhan said, so he gradually concentrated in the game.

Fu Yuhan sat next to him and watched like watching a movie, and from time to time he would give a reminder when he encountered difficulties.

The atmosphere is very good.

During the summer vacation, no one expected that they would have such a time to sit together and play games quietly.

In fact, he didn't tell Fu Yuhan that he had the latest model of the game console and had all kinds of consoles.

But there isn't a single game.

Due to his "good performance", his father gave him a lot more pocket money after entering high school.

An increase of zero level overnight.

Wen Yu had no other expenses, and quietly saved money and bought all the things he had wanted but could not have.

But I didn’t know where to start after buying it. It turned out that there was still such a field that could not be solved by search engines without anyone guiding it.

He has never told anyone about these things. First, he is "not allowed" and second, he is not used to them.

Fu Yuhan is so keen.

He can guess what he wants without him saying it.

There is a very subtle emotion that breeds in the heart, like millions of ants crawling by, fine and dense, squeezing and hurting, and itchy.

It was not until the sound of the door opening came outside that Wen Yu woke up from this emotion.

"Why are you so dark?"

"I guess it was Xiao Yu who didn't pull the curtains open when he left in the morning. I'll look--"

Two female voices at the door were walking in. Before Fu Yuhan could react, he felt Wen Yu quickly throw the handle in his hand into his arms.

Fu Yuhan: “…?”

The fluorescent light above his head was caught off guard, as if it had dispelled some secret feelings. Wen Yu looked cold and asked the person who came in in a deep voice: "Why are you here again?"

They were two women, one was older and looked like a cooking aunt; as for the other...

He was a very beautiful woman with a gentle temperament and excellent maintenance. She looked only thirty years old. Considering Wen Yu's attitude towards her was facing a great enemy, Fu Yuhan suspected that this person was his "stepmother".

But speaking of it...whether his real mother?

"Ah, Xiao Yu, are you at home?" Fang Wanjing was a little surprised and a little helpless, "Sorry, I don't know..."

Perhaps influenced by the unknown emotions just now, Wen Yu realized that he had lost his composure. He lowered his eyes, breathed a long time, pursed his lips and adjusted his expression. When he raised his eyes, he smiled faintly at Fang Wanjing: "Today is Friday, it's early after school. Mom, what are you here to do?"

"Auntie said you want to have midnight snacks at night. I thought so, you are in the third year of high school... Didn't I stew the soup well? I brought you a turtle today..." Fang Wanjing forced a smile. In order to dispel the embarrassment, she turned her eyes to Fu Yuhan, "Is this... Xiao Yu's classmate? He rarely brings his classmate back..."

The mother and son get along very strangely. Fu Yuhan kept looking at Wen Yu's expression. Now, he saw Wen Yu frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

I don’t know where the intuition came from, Fu Yuhan pressed Wen Yu’s right hand with his left hand, raised his eyes and nodded lightly at Fang Wanjing, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: “Hello Auntie, my name is Fu Yuhan, I am Wen Yu’s deskmate.”

Fang Wanjing shortly said "ah": "It's you."

In the palm of his palm, the hand that Wen Yu was pressed by him seemed to struggle for a moment. Fu Yuhan pressed his backhand with greater force. There was not much expression on his face, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Wen Yu mentioned me?"

"It's considered to be mentioned." Fang Wanjing smiled at him, "You are very famous."

Famous? Nothing good is he famous.

Fu Yuhan glanced at Wen Yu and thought to himself, no wonder he didn't want him to listen. It turned out that he had said bad things about him.

"Mom," Wen Yu shouted, "Don't you want to stew the soup?"

"Okay, I'll go stew." Fang Wanjing then looked at the gaming console monitor in front of them, licked her lips, as if she was a little embarrassed, "Don't play for too long, it's time to have supper later."

No, although school is over early on Friday, the time to play games passes too quickly.

Wen Yu felt that he had not yet woken up from this dream, and it was time to get up.

The screen on the screen is in a "pause" state. Wen Yu glanced at it and looked down at the hand Fu Yuhan pressed on the back of his hand.

It's really white.

He paused and said softly, "Put it away, wait for next time..."

Will there be a next time?

Wen Yu didn't know and didn't want to ask.

He is eighteen years old, and he actually needs someone to accompany him when playing a game, which seems ridiculous.

Besides, Fang Wanjing saw the game console, and it would be a big deal to say whether there would be a next time.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, said nothing, and silently archived the progress, then exited, shut down, unplugged the wire, and packed the box. He was so skillful that he had done it countless times at a glance.

Not to mention anything else, at least he has not been restricted by any restrictions on playing games.

He took the game console and the game CD into the bag, turned around and asked Wen Yu: "Do you need me to take it back for the time being?"

He put accents on the word "temporary".

Look, it's coming again, which makes people both love and hate. Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh: "Take it back, why don't you take the monitor away?"

Fu Yuhan frowned gently - this thing is not easy to carry, it is a bit big.

Seeing his expression, Wen Yu smiled even more: "I'm talking and playing around, let's leave the monitor here, this... shouldn't matter."

"should".

At that moment, Fu Yuhan felt that Wen Yu was also very pitiful.

Fang Wanjing took her aunt to the kitchen to work. The two of them put away the game console and stared blankly at the turned off monitor in the living room.

After sitting for two minutes, Wen Yu stood up and opened the curtains-

When I woke up from my dream, there was no need to cover it up.

In late October, it was dark early, and Wen Yu opened the curtains and found that the night had already come.

The street lights hidden by leaves in the distance are on the first floor, like stars falling into the world.

very beautiful.

If it weren't for someone at home, he might pour himself a glass of whiskey and lean against the window to drink it slowly.

This thought flew in a flash, but someone leaned over behind him.

He also knew it was Fu Yuhan after listening to the footsteps, so he didn't look back.

Fu Yuhan was about the same size as him. He walked to the window and leaned close to his ear and said softly: "Stop playing after evening self-study?"

Wen Yu was stunned, turned his head and saw the look he saw.

Fu Yuhan had no expression as usual, and his eyes were dissipated, as if he had said something that was ordinary.

Some people give it casually, but others are a great blessing.

"Why are you..." Wen Yu was silent and suddenly smiled, "I can always say what I want to hear."

"Because if I hadn't seen you cry, I would have thought you were about to cry." Fu Yuhan's voice was very low, and the people who were busy in the kitchen would definitely not hear it. After he said that, he raised his voice and said in a normal volume: "Thank me, it means I want to coax people now."

Wen Yu deeply agrees with this. After all, he has seen Fu Yuhan fight against others.

That look and aura, it would have been scared to death if someone had faced him, so Wen Yu was so brave.

Fu Yuhan may not be anything special, but no one doesn't like being coaxed.

Wen Yu finally felt that the unhappiness brought by Fang Wanjing was driven away a little.

Without the game console and no homework, the two of them could only stare at each other. Fu Yuhan really felt that there was nothing to see at Wen Yu's face, so he simply ran to the kitchen to "behave".

He was very good at selling well, and even asked Fang Wanjing whether to help.

Fang Wanjing would not agree, but Fu Yuhan did too many kitchen work when she was at home, and she was first-class in the effort to grab the job. Before she could react, Fu Yuhan had already washed the dishes.
To be continued...