Chen Feifan is a lazy person. Every time Wen Yu sees him, he either sleeps or sits on the sofa for a drink. It is said that it is because he has had enough fun when he was young and is busy with business later, so he is less and less afraid of moving in private.

The man told Wen Yu that Chen Feifan had just gotten up from the bed and was washing up.

Wen Yu: "..."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

It's evening now, they both have finished school and are only getting up at this time, which is a very powerful thing in all senses.

"But you can go upstairs to find him directly," the man said.

The third floor is the private space between the boss and his boyfriend. Wen Yu has never been there before, and it is a bit surprised to get permission. He subconsciously glanced at Fu Yuhan.

"Then you go." Fu Yuhan raised his chin, "I'll pack up the things."

Wen Yu had many things and low life skills. He finally relied on Fu Yuhan to stuff him into the box.

Although Wen Yu actually didn't want this.

He twitched his lips: "You keep it, wait until I come back to do it together?"

Fu Yuhan sneered and said nothing, as if he was mocking his ability.

"You are just making trouble because you haven't gotten the college entrance examination yet." Wen Yu pointed at him, and left unhappy and helplessly.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

The man waited until Wen Yu left the small door on the second floor and lowered his head and laughed twice: "What are you fighting for?"

Fu Yuhan's eyes suddenly closed, his long eyelashes were falling and his eyes were hesitant.

"It doesn't matter what you can't say," the man was understanding, "I'm just asking casually."

"...Not that." Fu Yuhan bit his lower lip, and he suddenly realized that this person was Wen Yu's friend's boyfriend.

Acquaintances, similar.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying a joke about big scales... I just feel a little embarrassed.

Fu Yuhan has had few friends since he was a child, and he has no such attribute as "maintaining proficiency" in nature.

But, he thought, this was Wen Yu's circle of friends.

Wen Yu’s circle of friends.

Wen Yu’s circle of friends.

Recite it silently three times.

call.

"That's..." He tried to tell the matter, "We agreed not to do it before the college entrance examination...that's what."

"Puff," the man laughed as soon as he heard this, and was overjoyed, "Can you hold it back? How old are you?"

"Eat some dessert, not eat a regular meal." Fu Yuhan opened the box and took out the clothes, "... Otherwise, if you get hurt, you will delay your study."

Moreover, Wen Yu's original words were - "Forget it, I can't let myself eat meat, I can't control myself."

Although Fu Yuhan didn't understand why this person who pretended to be a good man felt that he was not able to control himself, he thought about it later and couldn't help it.

The people you like are around you day and night, and this kind of thing may be flooding when it is opened.

But he didn't say such words, it was so...smelling.

Fu Yuhan used the action of lowering his eyes to hide his subtle embarrassment.

The man hugged his chest and leaned against the door frame, and said leisurely: "This is easy to deal with. Let Lao Chen teach him well - by the way, whoever you go up and down?"

“…”

Brother, there is no need to be so enthusiastic.

"I'll follow him." Fu Yuhan said ambiguously.

"Then you have a good temper," said the man, "Old Chen and I fought over this when we were young."

"..." Fu Yuhan twitched the corners of his mouth, "Is it too exaggerated?"

The man smiled and remembered the long-standing story: "Young, energetic, and always had a fight at that time. Don't talk about this, we even fought if we were going downstairs to take out the garbage when we lived together."

"Wen Yu and I didn't deal with each other when we first met." Speaking of the common topic, Fu Yuhan relaxed a little and then smiled slightly, "I almost started fighting."

"I almost didn't fight. We really fought back then."

Fu Yuhan is not very good at finding topics, but men are a man who can talk about them. He talks about the past stories in a mess, but he even talks about them.

Wen Yu walked up the stairs, walked to another small door, and reached out to push it away.

The layout of the third floor is completely different from the second floor, full of American industrial style and graffiti decoration. Wen Yu heard a "buzzing" sound from a certain direction when he entered the door. He followed the sound and saw the boss shaving with a razor in the bathroom.

When the boss saw him, he waved to him; Wen Yu stood at the door and waited until he finished scraping before saying, "Will you get up too late?"

"I don't have to go to school." The boss used lotion to wipe his chin that had just been scraped clean and snorted, "It's so happy if you don't go to school or work, you will understand in the future."

Wen Yu glanced at him disgustedly.

Don’t want to be despised by the boss in this kind of thing, Wen Yu quickly opened up the topic: “Are you looking for me?”

"Ah," the boss raised his chin, "Tell me, let's see."

"What?"

"Tell me about your love life." The boss said with a smile, "I'm quite kind. I haven't told them the story of you coming to me for seven bottles of wine last time."

Wen Yu: "..."

He smiled without any emotion: "Thank you then."

"You're welcome." The boss followed the conversation in a good manner, walked out of the bathroom, and walked towards the balcony. When he passed by the coffee table, he walked along a pack of cigarettes and lighters, stuffed one into his mouth, and turned around and handed it to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu subconsciously put his hand up and put it back. After thinking about it, he shook his head: "Forget it, I won't suck it."

Chen Feifan mocked him: "It's different if you have a family."

Wen Yu followed him to the small balcony on the third floor. In just a moment, night had already fallen, and the lights of thousands of houses spread out in front of him like a galaxy star blanket, so bright and so far.

He was very calm and pondered for a moment and said, "I don't like smoking either."

Chen Feifan looked at him with a little surprise, quickly aroused a faint smile, and lit a cigarette for himself: "There is a day when you can admit it."

"I used to just want to fight with my dad," Wen Yu's gaze fell in the distance, "but he told me... I hope I'm 'real'."

"Then you are looking for a good partner." At this point, Chen Feifan paused, "Wait, although I don't think there is any surprise, it's still necessary to ask... It was the one you wanted to chase after me last time, right?"

"...When did I cry and steal the earth?" Wen Yu was speechless, "That's right."

Chen Feifan nodded: "Oh, that's good - talk about your partner."

After being interrupted like this, Wen Yu was not as happy as he continued to speak. He paused for a while before remembering what he had just said: "I used to want to fight against my dad, but I never dared to confront him head-on, but this time... look, I ran out."

"Have you quarreled with your dad?" Chen Feifan raised his eyebrows.

"Um."

The fastest way to treat a wound is to cut out the rotten meat around it.

Painful but refreshing.

Wen Yu took a deep breath: "Now I have someone who can see me. I have to force myself to stop being afraid... Xiaohan is much braver than me, and I don't want to be compared by him."

Chen Feifan smiled, sucking cigarette but not making a sound.

"He said he wouldn't take the money from his family. I introduced him to my fourth brother to be a model. Now he is basically self-sufficient." Wen Yu smiled bitterly, "Brother, sometimes I really feel that I'm useless. I thought about it for a long time that day... I had to graduate from college to do a lot of things. Now I can only tutor for people." He paused, "...It doesn't seem to work well. I really can't stand stupid people with this temper."

He wrote notes for Fu Yuhan, which benefited the people from the sixth class. At the beginning, there were a few people who thought he was easy to talk to and came to him with low-level questions.

At the beginning, he answered with a kind look, but at that time he was overwhelmed by how to chase Fu Yuhan, and he had been irritated and he had been irritated.

It's so stupid, how could anyone not understand a question after three times?

"That's pretty good at knowing yourself." Chen Feifan smiled for a long time.

Then he held a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at him squinted, and said, "Actually, it's better to come and help me if you are a tutor."

Wen Yu was stunned and frowned and looked over: "Ah?"

"I'm thinking about opening another bar with other styles, but it just so happens that there is not enough staff." Chen Feifan smiled, "No matter how deep the conflict between you and your father is, you have to take over his class. Just think that you will learn what the students want in advance."

"...why should I take him over?"

"Do you want to start your own business? Come on, starting a business is so hard. Besides, Xiaoqi, the times are different."

Chen Feifan sighed and pointed to the busy street downstairs and said, "Sometimes there are young people here, and the things we talk about are very different from those we were back then. In your father's generation, opportunities are everywhere, gold is everywhere; by the time I was in my twenties, there were much fewer ones; as for now... forget it. No matter how outstanding you are, you may not be able to reach your father's level by going alone - stop, don't rush to refute me, I'm not saying you can't do it, but in this era, there are not so many opportunities."

"I understand what you mean," he said, "Young people always want to prove that they are different from their parents and are better than their parents, but there is no need. Really, Xiaoqi, if you think you can, it is also good to take over the work and take the company in another direction. Staying a business is not necessarily easier than establishing a career. This is a misunderstanding."

The boss is one of the few people among their group of playmates who knows Wen Yu's family background. He has eaten a lot of food on the road, so Wen Yu will still listen to some of his suggestions.

He pursed his lower lip and fell into deep thought: "...I am, not very willing."

"Think about it yourself. You have picked up a lot of money for free. Don't you have to be cheaper? Xiaoqi, you are not alone now." Chen Feifan patted his shoulder, "I'm not in a hurry anyway. You take the exam first, think about it slowly."

Yes, he is not alone now.
To be continued...