"I have something to say to you, but..." Wen Yu said, glanced at the entrance, "I'll say it when you come back."

"Is there anything I can't say now?" Fu Yuhan's face looked strange.

"I want to say it to you in person," Wen Yu said, "I think you shouldn't have time to listen now."

I really don’t have time to listen, and even these few sentences are forcibly moved out time.

It would be too late for him to stop entering the station.

"But," Fu Yuhan held the paper bag, lifted the thing hanging on his shoulder, and hesitated, "I will not go back to school in half a month."

Wen Yu: "???"

His eyes widened.

"Then I'll go in first, beg you." The other party's expression inexplicably amused Fu Yuhan. He pursed his lower lip, waved at Wen Yu and Yang Fan, and walked towards the entrance.

The tall and thin figure moved towards the queue inside the door, gradually mingled into the crowd and lost sight.

Wen Yu's eyes were still staring.

Yang Fan glanced at him, and couldn't hold back his laughter for at least five minutes anymore: "Hahahahahahahahaha..."

Wen Yu turned around and raised his hand.

Yang Fan quickly covered his mouth, but the gloating smile still appeared in his eyes when he looked at him.

"Forget it, I want to laugh myself." Wen Yu relaxed his eyebrows and suddenly became angry, "I'll send him a message, you--"

Yang Fan: "I'll go back to school."

Wen Yu: "I'll treat you to a meal?"

Look at each other.

Wen Yu: "Then forget it."

Yang Fan: "I won't go back."

Wen Yu: "..."

Yang Fan: “…”

"Let's go," Wen Yu said speechlessly, "You can choose the store - thank you for helping me keep someone."

"Then I want to choose an expensive one." Yang Fan took out his phone and started searching.

Wen Yu also touched his phone, rubbed his nose, and thought about Fu Yuhan's dialog box for a long time, but finally he did not send the message out.

The chaos in the morning made him feel relieved.

Even if... Fu Yuhan still put Yang Fan first, he couldn't do anything.

He was more afraid of not seeing him than being jealous.

However, what Ling Wenyu didn't expect was that just when Yang Fan had picked up a restaurant and they got into the car to have a meal, Fu Yuhan sent a message back first.

Fu Yuhan: I'm getting in the car.

Fu Yuhan: Sorry, I didn’t tell you on purpose.

Wen Yu felt that he might be a little "beating a snake with a stick". When he saw this news, his first reaction was, "He apologized to me, can I tease him?"

It's also cheap.

Wen Yu: What did you say?

Fu Yuhan:...

Fu Yuhan: I didn’t tell you what I was going to take today.

Wen Yu: Oh, let me hear the reason?

Fu Yuhan:...

This time, Fu Yuhan was silent for two minutes, and finally sent a "Strange beast, take my old grandson's stick" emoticon, making Wen Yu laugh very hard.

During the two minutes of silence, he was still thinking about whether Fu Yuhan was offended by him again, but he didn't expect that the opposite side was looking for an emoticon package.

"What did you see?" Yang Fan came over curiously, "smiling like a fool."

Wen Yu quickly dodged to the side, his movements were very agile.

"Xiaohan?" So Yang Fan understood. He tsk twice and shook his head, "Oh, the man is too big to stay..."

His eyes fell out of the car window on the other side, and suddenly sighed: "Oh, my two good buddies have gotten into it, and I will be lonely alone in the future."

"Correct," Wen Yu typed, while correcting him, "I haven't done it yet, and I'm working hard. In addition, as a senior who has left the group, you are really not qualified to say the saying "lonely"."

"Da Yu'er," Yang Fan turned around resentfully, "You are becoming less and less adorable."

Wen Yuxin said that he was not cute at first.

He knew that he was a monster. The more beautiful he looked on the surface, the more hideous he would be when he peeled off the flesh.

He has a bad personality and is full of bad taste. He hates following the rules and indulges in the lower classes... He only dares to attack in front of Fu Yuhan, and only Fu Yuhan will take the initiative to tell him, "Be more real."

He was still afraid that the point he showed would scare people away.

But Fu Yuhan...Fu Yuhan...

Why is Xiaohan so cute?

Fu Yuhan: I originally wanted to tell you that night, but you...

Wen Yu knew everything about it later.

Wen Yu: This, let’s talk about what happened that night when you come back.

Wen Yu: But the exam time should be set in advance, right?

It was obvious that they met twice a day before, but Fu Yuhan didn't tell him that it was a bit unreasonable.

Fu Yuhan: Because

Two words were sent from the opposite side, Wen Yu supported his chin and waited.

The car drove to the intersection and encountered a red light and stopped.

The signal lights changed, and the car drove out toward the green light and turned to the next less congested road.

Fu Yuhan never sent the following text.

The painting box he was carrying was placed on the luggage rack above his head. The painting bag containing the painting board had to be placed in front of his knees against the backrest of the front seat. There was an air conditioner in the car. Before he sat down, Fu Yuhan took off his long down jacket and covered him like a quilt.

Then he took out the paper bag.

This dismantling machine was long gone. When Wen Yu just gave it to him, he thought the other party would go there and buy one at a high price.

I didn't expect it was my own stick.

When he gave it to him, Fu Yuhan was filled with despair.

I received it again, but my mood was very different.

If you insist on saying this, most of these changes were brought to him by Wen Yu.

Thinking of this, a little curled up in his mouth unconsciously, and the cashmere scarf wrapped around his neck carries the fragrance that the other person often has. Although the car is gradually driving away from their city, Fu Yuhan inexplicably had the illusion that he was still there.

He carefully opened the plastic box and pulled away the soft buffer.

Wen Yu knew that the road was bumpy, and he stuffed a lot of foam sponges into it. He took it away before he could see the whole picture of the disintegrating craftsman. The broken fragments were carefully glued, and even some small fragments were not spared. The small gaps were even filled with other alternative materials. Apart from the cracks, the Gundam was no different from the new one.

It is just a "limited version" that has been out of print, and it doesn't even care about it. There is someone who can understand his hobbies to help him cherish it.

Suddenly, his eyes felt a little sore, and Fu Yuhan pinched the palm of his hand hard.

He didn't want to cry on the high-speed rail. There were so many people around him. In order to dispel his tears, he quickly stuffed the shock absorber back and took out the small box.

Wen Yu said that this was the "lucky star" he gave him.

Fu Yuhan didn't guess anymore, but opened the box and saw a watch.

The dial is covered with stars, the strap is leather, and the temperament of the entire watch is subtle between "innocent" and "business", as if it is to match the age of eighteen, who is about to become an underachiever.

This is a "very expensive" gift with Wen Yu's temperament.

It is also a carefully selected gift.

Wen Yu expressed sincerity in his way, and Fu Yuhan could understand it.

He thought about this watch for a long time, took out the watch, put it on his wrist, and then took a photo and sent it back.

At this point, he finally thought about how to answer Wen Yu's question.

Treat others sincerely—

Fu Yuhan:[Photo]

Fu Yuhan: Because if you tell you, you may want to send me to the station

Fu Yuhan: It seems like I have to drag you to

Fu Yuhan: It's just a little bit...
To be continued...