Fu Yuhan could naturally understand the obscure meaning in this sentence.

His hand was still pinching Wen Yu's hand, and the skin that was close to him suddenly became hot as if it was burning. He realized that his movements were indeed inappropriate.

Mainly, although the two people have the same sexual orientation, Fu Yuhan has no idea about Wen Yu. In addition, after two years of tit-for-tat, Fu Yuhan subconsciously regarded him as a friend like Chu Lei and the others, and treated him with a similar attitude.

The momentary sudden realization made him feel a little embarrassed and cramped.

What is more noteworthy is that he has crossed the line, but Wen Yu's name for him has also changed.

"I've recorded it." Fu Yuhan pulled the corners of his lips and tried to pull his hand back, "But what the hell is 'Xiao Han'... Didn't you call 'Old Fu' before?"

"Didn't you complain about it when you called you 'Old Fu'?" Wen Yu glanced at him and asked casually, "When will your birthday be?"

"What's the matter on January 28?"

Wen Yu's eyes rolled, his expression as usual: "No, then you are indeed younger than me. It's okay to call you "Xiaohan".

This is not a question of whether there are any problems.

Who has ever called him "Xiaohan"? It's either an elder or Yang Fan who grew up together.

Moreover, their feeling of calling him "Xiaohan" and Wen Yu's calling him was completely different. Wen Yu's words just now, along with that title, always made him feel that it was a bit...

ambiguous.

Fu Yuhan suspected that it was because his actions crossed the line.

"No problem...it just sounds awkward." Fu Yuhan avoided his gaze and said softly, "Let's have a meal."

"I'm just shouting like that."

"...It's up to you." Fu Yuhan said.

Wen Yu achieved his goal and picked up the chopsticks.

They usually don’t speak during meals. Fu Yuhan is taciturn, Wen Yu was trained to do this by his father. He couldn’t change the habit he had developed for many years. In the middle, Wen Yu thought of a topic and couldn’t find a suitable one, so he had to give up.

The boy's hair was short, and after eating, Fu Yuhan's hair was no longer dripping. Wen Yu finally stopped scratching his heart and thought about whether he could help him wipe his hair. He finally remembered that there were hair dryers at home.

He was a little embarrassed when he took it out: "I should have thought of it earlier."

"It's okay," said Fu Yuhan, "I have realized that your 'ten fingers are not touched by the spring water'."

"This word should be a derogatory description in this context." Wen Yu thought about it and said.

Fu Yuhan connected the hair dryer to the power supply: "I'm not praising you."

As he said that, he turned on the hair dryer and started to blow. There were several of the half-dry hair relatively long, and they were shaking by the wind from the air outlet. Wen Yu took a look and began to think, "Can you help him blow his hair?"

...Stop.

This matter cannot be thought about.

Fu Yuhan didn't know how many thoughts flashed through his calm expression, but he only knew that Wen Yu stood by and watched for a long time as if he had never seen a modern automation equipment.

Fu Yuhan was awkward to him, so he used the maximum gear to blow his hair to 80% dry and turned off the hair dryer.

"Do you continue playing in the afternoon?" Wen Yu asked, "Or do you want to review?"

"My schoolbag is in school." Fu Yuhan reminded the "culprit", "But I'm going to class in the afternoon."

"draw?"

"Um."

"I'll send you there." Wen Yu said immediately.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him and was a little puzzled: "Why not that place is not far away?"

"It's okay, I'll give it to you." Wen Yu made an excuse, "I happened to buy something along the way."

He said this, and Fu Yuhan agreed after thinking about it. Although there was something to do in the afternoon, he could still play for a while in the morning. After all, this was the weekend after the midterm exam. Fu Yuhan went with the flow and gave himself a short vacation with peace of mind. He hugged his pillow and sat on the sofa and continued to watch Wen Yu play the game he passed many years ago.

The two of them were having fun and chatting. The morning passed quickly. As noon approached, Fu Yuhan planned to get up and say goodbye.

Wen Yu was a little persistent about "eating together", and Fu Yuhan didn't care about this, but he planned to eat casually, but he did not reserve enough time, so after eating, they had to take a taxi to the home of the art teacher not far away.

"I'll come to see you in the afternoon?" Wen Yu asked before Fu Yuhan got out of the car.

"Ah? What are you asking me for?" Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment and turned around and asked, "Do you have something to do?"

That wasn't there, but firstly, Wen Yu wanted to stay with him for a while, secondly, he seemed to be more relaxed by Fu Yuhan.

"I want you to have dinner with me." Wen Yu found a reason.

"...Are you three years old?" Fu Yuhan laughed and thought for a while and said, "I may have to go to the hospital after it is over."

"That's how it is."

His eyelids drooped, and he seemed a little disappointed. Fu Yuhan felt a little embarrassed and hesitated: "How about... let's talk about it then? I'll go to the hospital for a look. I'll come back to find you if there is nothing to do."

"OK."

Fu Yuhan got out of the car.

After the person walked into the community, there was no shadow. Wen Yu leaned back and relaxed, letting the driver drive back.

He sneezes for a while and touches his cell phone.

The boss replied to him early, but unfortunately Wen Yu was busy talking to Fu Yuhan and had no time to pay attention to him. He was only now that he had the heart to reply to the news.

Boss: How many times did you last night?

Wen Yu:?

Wen Yu: Why are you so vulgar?

Boss: They are all men, be more straightforward.

Boss: For example, have you worn a condom?

Wen Yu: Isn’t it okay that nothing happened? It’s not that far.

Boss: Then you can’t do it, Xiaoqi, I’ll call you here for you in vain.

Wen Yu:...I really thank you, I almost couldn't be a human being.

If he had called Fu Yuhan's name unconsciously when he shouted "Don't leave" yesterday, they wouldn't know if they could chat normally today.

Fu Yuhan still has Yang Fan in his heart.

When Wen Yu gradually recovered from the initial messy and helplessness, he figured it out--food had to be eaten one bite at a time, and people had to be chased step by step. Fortunately, he had time.

He will definitely find a way to get Fu Yuhan into T University.

And... He has to taste the feeling of who he falls in love with for the first time in his life.

For a long time, Wen Yu felt that the oath was actually just a lie made up by humans. I heard that Wen Ziming had said many sweet words, but this did not affect his speed of remarrying.

Fu Yuhan may have been here to treat him.

Boss: If you are talking about you being drunk, I have heard of it and laughed.

Boss: It’s great to be young, the children are just cute. Next time we have a few of us to get together, we will have new topics to talk about.

Wen Yu:...

Wen Yu: Haha, I think I can still afford to smash a bar.

Boss:...You are so rude.

Wen Yu pressed the power supply, locked the screen of the phone back into his pocket, and looked out the window in a blink of an eye.

In fact, if you don’t talk about the embarrassing thing about developing the drunkenness, you really don’t lose money if you can hug Fu Yuhan.

...Although I don't remember.

The art class on this day was about sketching characters. The teacher invited an old lady model for them and sat on a specially made high stool. A group of students preparing for the exam were sitting at the bottom with drawing boards and scribing the picture.

Fu Yuhan picked a front.

The three common angles in the exam are the front, three quarters and the front side, of which three quarters are the easiest to draw, and the other two angles have their own difficulty. Fu Yuhan always draws the front side, so he plans to practice it well.

Several people were painting, and the teacher walked out of another room and told them to start practicing colors next week and ask them to prepare the paint in advance to bring them.

This is very embarrassing. Fu Yuhan has only touched the watercolors and played with them by himself. He has never learned gouache at all. He doesn't know which colors to buy. While the sketching is resting, he ran to ask the teacher.

To draw gouache paintings, you need to prepare more than 40 colors from solid colors to high-end grays. Even if you buy a set of the most common pigments, it will cost two or three hundred yuan, not including other materials and tools. The most serious thing is that dozens of canned pigments take up a special place, so he obviously cannot take it to his home.

He Yan doesn't like his painting very much, and she hopes that he can get a "serious" undergraduate degree.

Almost subconsciously, he thought of Wen Yu.

Speaking of which, I am becoming more and more accustomed to asking Wen Yu for help. In the past, he either tried to solve the problem by himself, or had to go to Yang Fan for help at the end of his life. Yang Fan's parents also care about him. Sometimes Fu Yuhan felt that it was particularly troublesome to him, but there was no psychological burden to ask Wen Yu for help. This person was so tough that he dared to shy his face on his stepmother. It seemed that no one could control him.

Fu Yuhan took out his cell phone and sent a message to Wen Yu, but he didn't realize that he was overly proficient in this action.

Fu Yuhan: Brother Yu, I will start painting colors next week. If I buy a bunch of canned pigments, can I borrow a place to pile them up with you?

Wen Yu returned after a while.

Wen Yu: Yes, yes... Then you can have dinner with me?

Wen Yu: Go to the hospital after the meal.
To be continued...