On the 12th, I went back to No. 1 Middle School and saw that the teacher was decided, so Fu Yuhan had to agree to his companionship.

Because their loud Wen Yu and Brother Yu were on the dining table, in front of everyone, he hooked his little fingers and whispered in a lingering and affectionate manner.

The other four people had the thunder rolling for the better, Fu Yuhan felt soft and agreed with a twitch.

They had dinner together and went to sing.

After the college entrance examination, everyone was liberated. I ordered two more bottles of wine tonight. If Zhao Tong hadn't called to urge him a few times, they wouldn't have ended too soon.

Wen Yu, who has the best alcohol tolerance, has the best spirit. He hosted the taxi to send everyone from the same road and different roads to the taxi, and told them to send a message to come home, and then said goodbye.

After everyone was finished, Wen Yu smiled and turned back: "Let's go, we'll..."

Unfinished words disappeared in the throat.

He saw Fu Yuhan looking at him with a bright look.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yu asked.

"I'm sorry." Fu Yuhan said, "Brother Yu."

The warm wind in summer blew by, and the thin T-shirt hung on his body, outlining his slightly thin body.

Wen Yu's brain, which was a little excited by alcohol, suddenly calmed down a little. He was slightly stunned and then laughed: "Why did you apologize again suddenly?"

"You did it on purpose, acting coquettishly with me on the dining table." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and looked at his drooping fingers, feeling a little dazed, "I may not have done enough... I feel insecure."

If it were normal, Wen Yu would only speak to him in private.

It is only limited to when you have something to ask for him.

Neither of them is the kind of person who acts coquettish all day long. Even acting coquettish has a calm and restrained smell. Whatever Fu Yuhan thinks is because Yang Fan is present today.

He once liked Yang Fan for too long, but Wen Yu had a little stress reaction... It is understandable.

But Fu Yuhan only felt depressed and couldn't breathe.

It's like a dull pain.

Wen Yu was a little surprised, and his eyes were instantly soft.

"Xiao Han," his voice softly, "Can I hug you?"

It was in the early morning on the road outside KTV. There were countless young men and women who had just finished singing the song and came out to wait for the taxi.

Two tall handsome boys were eye-catching, but Fu Yuhan nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Wen Yu closed his eyes, opened his arms, rubbed the thin figure into his arms, and let out a satisfied sigh in his throat.

He sniffed Fu Yuhan and then said for a while: "Don't apologize, it's me who was wrong."

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything.

"You have done a good job, it's me... I'm too scrupulous." Wen Yu said, "Maybe... I haven't really belonged to me since I was a child, because no matter what Wen Ziming gave me, he can snatch it away at any time as long as he is unhappy... I'm always like this, suspicious. I tried to control it, but the effect is not that..."

"I don't belong to you." Fu Yuhan suddenly said.

After he finished speaking, he felt his arms holding him froze.

Fu Yuhan glanced at the exploratory gaze that came from time to time around, reached back and hugged Wen Yu, his cold eyes drooped down, and said softly to the other person's ear: "I don't belong to you, I just walked to you. Don't think you can't catch me, because you don't need to catch me."

"We are two complete people, no one is an object, no one needs to hold anyone, and no one will be taken back by anyone at will. We just like each other and then come together."

The body after drinking alcohol is hotter than usual, both of them are.

This hug is a bit impatient because of the warm wind and alcohol on the summer night, and perhaps the love words, which makes people's heart beat faster.

"Xiao Han..." Wen Yu's voice suddenly became a little dumb, and his heart was soft.

"I know, I have liked Yang Fan for so long. Even if I tell you over and over again, I really put him down. What I like is you, maybe you can't convince yourself completely." Fu Yuhan chuckled softly, "Brother Yu, I understand, I just feel that I'm not doing well and want to be kind to you. Maybe you won't doubt it when you wait some day in the future."

"No, you already..."

Fu Yuhan let go of him and pointed his lips with one finger.

Then he looked at Wen Yu steadily, shook his head with a smile.

"You think I've done a good job and I don't have a conflict with myself." He said, "Okay, go home."

"Yeah." Wen Yu's fingers were through his fingers, his fingers clasped together, and he whispered, "Let's go home."

On the way home, Wen Yu seemed a little silent, as if he was thinking about something.

The growth of every young man is accompanied by many long-term thoughts, and Fu Yuhan did not disturb him.

The two went home silently and put the fat Ding and Ghost Stone who had been stuffed in the cabinet for a long time on the TV cabinet opposite the big bed, so that they could see it when they got up.

The emotions that make people feel confident are surging and cannot speak, they will resort to physical entanglement. On this summer night with some kind of hotness, Wen Yu called out the name of his lover over and over again until the other party was so tired that he couldn't move his fingertips and fell asleep in his arms.

Only then did he feel satisfied with a silent kiss on the other person's forehead.

For students who have been tortured by the college entrance examination for a year... or more years, the time spent at home always passes quickly.

The two spent several days in game consoles, movies and love words, and in a blink of an eye, the morning of the agreed appointment was coming.

When the first alarm clock rang, Fu Yuhan opened his eyes and accurately touched the switch of the alarm clock on the phone and pressed it off. Then he narrowed his eyes and pushed the person beside him: "Get up... fall asleep, it's so hot to hold me."

"This is also worth your dislike of me. Didn't you ask you to turn the air conditioner down a little..." Wen Yu frowned and said in a daze, "What time is it?"

"The alarm clock is 7 o'clock." Fu Yuhan sucked his nose, "It's not good for the health when turning on the air conditioner too low, let's talk about it..." He coughed twice, his throat was hoarse, "I don't want you to hold it because you've almost broken me in the past two days, okay? I will never use the 'Three Sleds' to black you again, you're just Teddy."

"..." Wen Yu choked by him and couldn't help laughing.

Boys will have instinctive physiological reactions in the early morning, so just keep calm.

But he has chosen other ways of dealing with it these days, which may be a bit too much.

Fu Yuhan closed his eyes and punched him: "Get up, it's so far to go to No. 1 Middle School here. If there's a traffic jam along the way... get up early."

"Can't you afford it?" Wen Yu lay down and supported himself with his elbow and looked at him.

The room was very dark, but Fu Yuhan's cold white skin seemed to have a layer of soft light, which made him see clearly.

He couldn't help but bow his head and kiss him on the other person's forehead.

"Tired..." Fu Yuhan said vaguely, "I want to sleep for another ten minutes."

"Then I'll call you after washing up?"

"Yes." Fu Yuhan nodded, tilted his head and fell asleep.

Wen Yu jumped up from the bed.

His problem of not being able to get up recently has been much better. The main reason is that if Fu Yuhan asks him, he will have nowhere to vent his anger. Over time, he has cured the problem of getting angry when he opens his eyes. On the contrary, Fu Yuhan, who has always been early, has been hurt by him to get up late.

But Wen Yu thought this was a good thing.

In the past, Fu Yuhan had very light sleep and often had nightmares in the middle of the night. At first, Wen Yu didn't know it until he was awakened by sobs when he took Fu Yuhan in.

He had never seen Fu Yuhanliu cry when he was awake. Wen Yu was sleeping in a daze and turned on the bedside lamp without thinking much.

Fu Yuhan woke up almost instantly, turned over with great movement, and covered half of his head with a quilt.

Wen Yu didn't know whether he should thank him for his sharp eyes.

The moment Fu Yuhan turned around, he saw crystal water flashing on his long eyelashes, tears.

Their relationship was not very good at that time, Wen Yu did not comfort him, and pretended that he had not found anything, so he got up and went to the bathroom. But later he thought of this scene from time to time, so he occasionally tossed Fu Yuhan to the point of being harsh at night, and he was quite happy to see the other party fall asleep.

He quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, shaved his beard and changed his clothes. Seeing that he had no choice but to drag, he returned to the bedroom and squatted down at the head of the bed.

"Brother Fu," he shouted softly, "It's time to get up."

"Well..." Fu Yuhan narrowed his eyes and struggled to pull off the air conditioner covering his face.

Wen Yu turned on the bedside lamp, looked at his sleepy face, lowered his head as if he was bewitched, and pecked and kissed his lips.

"I haven't brushed my teeth..." Fu Yuhan hid in a daze.

"What are you afraid of? At worst, I'll go and swipe one later." Wen Yu took advantage of the time when he opened his mouth and spoke, deepening the kiss, "If you don't agree, get up?"

“Um…”

Kissing like this, let alone being sleepy, he will get out of the fire if he doesn't have anger on his body. Fu Yuhan kissed him for a while, then opened his eyes suddenly, pushed the person away, and sat up with a bounce, lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "I'll go wash..."

He covered his mouth and fled in panic.

Wen Yu laughed, sat down without moving, and calmed down for a while.

It was early in the morning, and it was really important to do the job.

It's a lingering delay.

After washing and changing their clothes, they went downstairs to have breakfast and prepared to take a taxi to No. 1 Middle School.

From No. 3 Middle School to No. 1 Middle School, I had to cross the downtown area. The road was indeed a bit blocked. When they arrived at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, many people had gathered there in groups of three or three.

Fu Yuhan is a little unfamiliar with this place.

The place he should have passed was not here because his mother quietly changed his wish. Out of some complex emotions of sadness and pride and the fragile self-esteem of a young man, he had hardly been here for three years.

Occasionally, I will detour when I get nearby, unless I really can't avoid it.

When he really arrived at the door, he felt a little awkward again. Fortunately, no one who graduated there wore school uniforms, which reduced his discomfort.
To be continued...