Fu Yuhan was stunned.

He is a professional skipping class, and stuttering classes are more casual than eating for him, but Wen Yu is not.

"I can't tell," Fu Yuhan looked at him, "Will you want to study late?"

Wen Yu stared at him with a deep look: "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Who wants to live in shackles?

I don’t know where the courage or a sensation came from, but I just got the head.

Wen Yu thought, even tonight.

He wants to indulge once.

"Can't it?" His voice was soft.

Fu Yuhan thought for a while: "But my schoolbag is still in school, so I only brought out the classroom keys."

"I can call Ge Ran and ask her to go to the office to get the spare key to open the door." Wen Yu said.

"..." Fu Yuhan felt a little funny, "I mean I can't review without homework, textbooks, and notes."

After hearing this, Wen Yu turned his eyes halfway, reached out to dot his temples, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is I fake?"

Fu Yuhan was stunned.

He really has no habit of seeking help from his peers. Except for his homelessness when he was a child, he found a way to solve the problem when he encountered anything.

Even after careful calculation, Wen Yu helped him a lot.

But he still won't list the other party as the "first target for help".

Because how to say it... I feel a bit too seriously doing this.

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment, his expression relaxed, and he waved his hand and said, "Stop teasing, treating you as review materials will delay your own progress, I'll reply..."

The word "school" in "school" has not yet made its first sound.

Wen Yu suddenly stepped forward, walked to the door, and insured the door.

Fu Yuhan: “…”

In fact, you can open it from the inside when you access the safe door, but...

"You are very childish like this." Fu Yuhan was speechless.

"I've known each other for so long," Wen Yu leaned against the gate and looked at him lazily, "For the first time you know I'm childish?"

That's not, Fu Yuhan said that Wen Yu was naive many times.

Oh by the way, Wen Yu would answer him at that time, "There is nothing else to play with."

Thinking of this, Fu Yuhan suddenly felt soft-hearted. His eyelids drooped, and he sighed lightly as if he had accepted his fate: "Okay, then don't block the door, prepare for dinner."

Before I knew it, the fragrance of turtle soup had already floated into the living room.

Wen Yu then smiled badly and let go of the door handle.

Fu Yuhan went to the kitchen to turn off the heat and served the soup, and brought the last dish to the table. The eldest young master stood with his hands in his arms. Fu Yuhan, who was unable to see him, raised his legs and pushed his knees: "Can't you help serve the rice together?"

"...Oh." Wen Yu really didn't expect that he went to the cupboard to get the bowl and added, "I haven't done these at home."

"I am worthy of being the young master." Fu Yuhan shook his head, walked over to him with chopsticks, and sat at the table.

"Do you do this often?"

"Ah, my dad used to say that people who eat for free should work, so he asked me to help serve the rice and get the dishes and chopsticks." Fu Yuhan picked up the bowl and ate, "Later he found that helping with work before meals could avoid talking to his parents...'Little Wisdom of Life'."

"It's so pitiful." Wen Yu said.

"Each of each other." Fu Yuhan replied.

The room was silent for a moment, then Wen Yu turned his head and laughed little by little.

Fu Yuhan's eyes were drooping, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just as the person who shouted that he would go to the library to review would only brush his cell phone for the afternoon in the end, the two of them cleaned up the table under the leadership of Fu Yuhan and sat back on the sofa.

Under the hands of old players, it only takes ten minutes to reconnect the game console.

Wen Yu turned off the light with a "pop": "Aren't you afraid of the dark, are you?"

"I just remember to ask now?" Fu Yuhan didn't even lift his eyelids and stuffed "Storm" in, "Do I want me to perform a dark and lantern game for you? There is a high-definition version of "Silent Hill" here."

"Farewell, I want to finish the one I just beat. I haven't seen the plot behind yet." Wen Yu walked to the window, "If you are not afraid of darkness, I will pull the curtains."

"What curtains should be pulled at night..."

"There is still a light." Wen Yu walked back and sat down, "The street light is so dazzling."

"..." Fu Yuhan couldn't understand him.

The room was completely dark.

Although blackout curtains have a good effect, I always feel that it is different when pulling curtains during the day and when pulling them at night.

Perhaps it was because at night, even the sky was gone in the gaps when the curtains were blown open by the wind, Wen Yu was immersed in and played the game quietly.

Fu Yuhan grabbed a pillow, took off his slippers, and buried himself in the sofa.

The place where he lives now does not have such a comfortable sofa, and it feels like he was a child.

Even the monitor in front of him was showing the game he had played many years ago.

"Actually..." At this time, Wen Yu suddenly spoke, "It's a bit ridiculous to say. I haven't even watched a few movies."

He bought a projector and looked for many movies, but he didn't have the heart to watch them for some reason.

After that time, the happiness in desire seemed to be less happy.

"Will everyone make an appointment to go to the cinema together after the college entrance examination," Fu Yuhan said casually, "There are always movies to watch during the summer season."

"With them?" Wen Yu paused his hand, and almost hit the lever in a tilted direction. He turned his head and looked at him, "Are you afraid that Yang Fan would hug him, the goddess and kiss me in front of you, and I would stimulate you?"

“…”

Fu Yuhan slammed the pillow on his shoulder with his back hand.

Wen Yu flashed for a moment, and the poor pillow rolled down from the edge of the sofa, melting into the darkness and being unable to see it. Wen Yu looked over again and saw Fu Yuhan looking at the monitor with his eyes, clenching his fingers expressionlessly, as if he was stunned.

"...I just like it so much." Wen Yu murmured and turned his head back.

He was very suspicious that he would continue to watch, and Fu Yuhan would cry directly.

Men, tears are things that cannot be seen. Wen Yu restrained his prank and chose not to watch.

The game continued to advance, and he was still a little distracted.

But there was no movement behind me.

After more than ten or twenty, maybe half an hour later, Wen Yu finished this level and entered the next chapter, he suddenly heard Fu Yuhan speak.

The sound is different from what you usually hear.

It's not that it's heavy, its tone is similar to usual, but its tone is very empty, just as if the person who is talking has not floated back in an unknown place.

"Wen Yu, I..." he said softly, "I have no place to hide."

Wen Yu paused his hand and subconsciously froze his back.

He didn't look back, and after he came back to his senses, he loaded the new level without showing any expression. He took the time to look down at the keys of the handle and said: "As what Yang Fan said before... After entering high school, you two meet much less than before, right?"

"I'm afraid of disturbing him from studying... After all, I'm like this."

"Tell me?"

"What do you say? The reason for the regression is very simple. I don't want to learn," Fu Yuhan paused, "Besides, homework is a bit difficult. At that time, I... didn't have any interest in studying."

"No," Wen Yu hesitated for a moment and pressed the pause, "I mean, why did you get the third place?"

He looked back and saw Fu Yuhan half-hung his head, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a shadow on his face.

Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he looked calm.

"I didn't want to take the exam, I filled in No. 1 Middle School."

"That……"

"My mother stole my account and password and changed my high school entrance examination application the day before the deadline." Fu Yuhan looked up at him, "If you do, do you still want to learn?"

Wen Yu was stunned.

"I don't know," he thought for a while, "my dad doesn't make any requests in this regard, as long as I can get a glossy score in a glossy school."

"So why did you come to No. 1 Middle School?" Fu Yuhan said in confusion.

"Because... is far from home," Wen Yu said and laughed. He looked at the paused screen and thought about the past. "He said he wanted to send me a house. I specially chose this place... as long as it is far enough from them." Hey, he shouted, "If you have no place to go in the future, come to me."

Fu Yuhan looked at him.

"It's okay," said Fu Yuhan, "I'm... already grown up now."

Maybe this is a good time to let him quit Yang Fan-
To be continued...