Fu Yuhan: “…”

He walked over speechlessly.

Fu Yuhan had never seen Wen Yu get angry before. Today I saw him for the first time and suspected that this person was a little schizophrenia.

What is the name of "We Brother Fu"?

"Calling." Fu Yuhan patted Wen Yu's wrist, "What are you doing when you get such a big fire?"

After he finished speaking, his cold eyes swept through Qian Kaile's face over the people behind him, and then returned to Qian Kaile's face, and said softly: "I said in the morning that you will discount your third leg when you come again, do you think I'm talking about it? Give you three seconds, either disappear from here immediately, or I will hit you there until you get out, I'm not kidding."

"Don't look at Wen Yu, they want to take the college entrance examination well, but I'm different. It doesn't matter if I recite the punishment, do you understand?"

"three--"

Qian Kaile's face changed. Wen Yu suddenly let go of his wrist and glanced at Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan put one hand in his pocket, and his other hand slowly retracted a finger than the "three".

"two--"

The two people behind Qian Kaile pulled his clothes and their faces were not very good-looking.

Fu Yuhan can do it quite well. If you really hit him there, everyone is a boy and no one can stand it.

The two of them walked out with Qian Kaile on the side. Although Qian Kaile seemed reluctant, they were still dragged out by them.

When the word "一" was exiting, the people just walked out of the door. Fu Yu snorted coldly and walked over and closed the back door.

Isolated the hot air in the corridor, and the air conditioning in the classroom suddenly became clear.

There was a chill behind it.

Wen Yu looked at him: "What does it mean... it doesn't matter if you punish me?"

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes: "I'm talking nonsense."

He seemed to have no interest in saying this. The instant noodles were ready and smelled a little smell. Fu Yuhan returned to his seat and sat down. The plastic fork he pulled out circled his flexible fingertips and fell into the soup.

Wen Yu didn't say anything or move. He stood in the middle of the back of the classroom, looking at him silently.

"Xu Qianyi has a lot of bad peach blossoms. Do you know why our class is particularly disgusted with Qian Kaile?" Fu Yuhan said without looking sideways and chatting.

He waited for three seconds, and saw Wen Yu not making a sound, so he continued to speak: "Because he is the most disgusting, I have never seen any suitor who would give such incredible words to the master."

He lowered his head and took a sip of his face. His long eyelashes naturally drooped and a shadow fell, which made his expression look a little cold.

"It's better not to ask for that thing if a man can't manage it well."

"Are you explaining that you have not used many opportunities for close contact from Yang Fan for so many years?"

"That's right," Fu Yuhan said, "a truth."

Wen Yu chuckled twice and walked back to sit down.

He seemed to have suddenly lost the interest in chatting again, so he took out a set of newly issued exercise papers from the drawer and started to do the questions while gnawing on bread.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him: "Don't you look at your phone?"

"?"

Wen Yu turned his head, and his dark eyes met him.

He reached into the drawer, unlocked the screen, and took it out to see.

Fu Yuhan: Reply.

Wen Yu: "..."

It was his reply after saying "It's so annoying that there's no reply."

"You guy..." He laughed.

Fu Yuhan: "What?"

"It's okay," Wen Yu shook his head, rubbed his thumb twice with his fingers, and threw it back into the drawer, "I can't understand you."

Fu Yuhan was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and felt a little confused, so he lowered his head to eat noodles.

In the afternoon, Fu Yuhan did not sleep anymore and listened to a few classes. He was already talking little, and when he went out to play with Yang Fan and the others, Wen Yu was the first to argue with him. As a result, Wen Yu did not talk to him that afternoon, and the two of them had almost no conversation.

Such quietness is similar to when sitting alone. He thought Wen Yu would be in trouble, but he didn't expect that.

He just sat upright when he was studying, as dignified as a sculpture. When he occasionally turned his head, he would feel that the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School was a little dazzling.

After all, usually, there is only the classroom floor outside the corner of his eyes.

During the last class, Fu Yuhan glanced at his cell phone, walked to Ge Ran and said a few words.

"Ah? Are you not going to study for evening self-study tonight?" Ge Ran took the key and hesitated, "Bank News..."

"I'll draw tomorrow." Fu Yuhan handed her a piece of paper, "I've drawn the sketch, is this OK?"

Two long lines were drawn horizontally on the white paper, roughly framed the proportion of a blackboard. Fu Yuhan drew a person who was studying hard in the middle. The background outlined a corner of the classroom with simple lines, and the areas separated on both sides were used to copy the article.

Although it is simple, the person draws it very well and the effect will come out in an instant.

"Okay. I just want to look like this, and it's true that it's reliable to find you." Ge Ran bent his eyes and smiled, "If you don't go to evening self-study, you have to ask for leave from your class teacher."

"It's okay, no need." Fu Yuhan was a little careless, "I've been missing so many classes, and I don't have to spend one evening self-study."

Ge Ran couldn't persuade him in this kind of thing. She and Fu Yuhan were not familiar with each other to find out what others were doing, so she had to give up.

Since some people do not participate in evening self-study, the school has difficulty in managing access control, so they simply ignore it. After school in the afternoon, there is a two-hour rest time, and students can eat in the cafeteria, or go outside the school or go home. Many people stood up with their schoolbags. Fu Yuhan returned to his seat to clean up the table and also slapped his shoulder bag across his shoulder.

"Brother Fu?" Sun Wenrui shouted to him, "Are you going home?"

Fu Yuhan nodded, his steps didn't stop, and he soon walked to the back door.

"It's strange, Brother Fu doesn't like to go home?" Fang Jiayuan muttered.

"Who knows," Sun Wenrui leaned over, "Maybe something else is wrong."

Wen Yu raised his head from the book, looked at them, and then looked at the back door.

The boy's hem happened to disappear at the corner, leaving only a shadow.

In early September, the weather was still stuffy. Fu Yuhan walked to the school gate with his pocket and took a look at it.

The phone rang for the third time, but he didn't really want to answer.

Qin Xiaolu is six years old this year and is his half-sister. She is born with a bad heart. If she can't find a suitable organ donor, her illness will continue to go on like this.

First of all, you can't find a suitable organ, and secondly, you may not necessarily have money to change it if you have it, and the condition is almost unsolvable.

He Yan was in a bad mood and liked to scatter to him.

I went to the hospital late, had no smile, and was not active in taking care of my sister... In short, it was all a sin.

It’s not that I haven’t argued with her, but if I get too many times, I’ll find that some things are useless. Fu Yuhan turned off the vibration, threw his phone back into his pocket, and walked to the station to take the bus.

No matter how reluctant he is, he still has to go to the hospital tonight.

The six-year-old girl...even a stranger.

What's more, half of his blood relationship.

When the bus shook to the hospital, it was already darker. Fu Yuhan opened his eyes for three seconds and got off before closing the door.

The hospital is always bustling with people, anxious, afraid, sad... and perhaps a little joy. He walked through those many emotions and went to the two-story building temporarily built next to the hospitalization department.

There is not enough beds, it doesn’t matter if there is no money, my sister can only live here.

"I'll do it..."

He entered the ward and didn't finish his words. He Yan slammed him in the face and scolded him, "Do you know? Are mobile phones decorations? Didn't you hear me calling you so many times?"

Fu Yu walked to the other side of the hospital bed coldly and separated from his mother: "I fell asleep in the car."

"Your sister is like this and you can still sleep!"

"I'm not a robot." Fu Yuhan didn't want to argue with her, so he pulled the topic apart, "What do you say today?"

Qin Xiaolu buried half of her face in the quilt, looking a little red.

"What can I say? It can't be cured anyway." He Yan's eyes turned red and she looked at her daughter with regret. "Today she had a fever and had water. The doctor said that it would be fine if she could go tonight."

"Where is uncle?"

"Work overtime." He Yan wiped his eyes and yelled at Fu Yuhan, "It's all you! You just sell you three boxes of waste paper. Why do you come in so loudly? You scared your sister!"

Fu Yuhan did not respond.

Qin Xiaolu was in a bad heart and was timid, so she really couldn't stand the fright. But when he entered the door yesterday, he didn't go to her house at all, not to mention that for her, the house had stuffed everything on the door and couldn't make any loud noises when opening and closing the door.

The explanation is useless. As long as He Yan thinks, she has thousands of ways to push things to Fu Yuhan.

"Mother……"

The girl on the bed trembled and opened her eyes and shouted faintly, as light as a milk cat.

He Yan immediately posted it: "How do you feel? Are you better?"

"Well... I'm sick myself, don't scold my brother." Qin Xiaolu tried hard to open her eyes, her voice soft, "Mom, I'm hungry."
To be continued...