two sons three fathers

Through the glass, Han Yu saw the hazy figure swaying inside. He didn't hear the sound of the shower for a long time, so he tapped the glass twice suspiciously.

The person inside stopped moving and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Han Yu didn't know what he was doing inside, so he said through the glass, "Why don't you wash it? Don't catch a cold."

He was especially afraid of Fu Yizheng catching a cold, and also afraid that he would have a fever. In fact, it is normal to have a fever. He was mainly afraid that he would go blind again.

Inside the door, Fu Yizhang took off his shirt and stood there for a while in a small place where he couldn't turn his body away, shivering from the cold.

There is a warm light in the bathroom, but he can't turn it on, and he doesn't know where it is.

Outside the door, Han Yu said, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yizhen hesitated for a moment, looked up at the porcelain white wall, and called tentatively, "Water~"

Han Yu was taken aback immediately when he heard the sound, not understanding what Fu Yizhang was calling?

After Fu Yizheng shouted, there was no reaction from the surrounding area, and no shadow of water was seen. He suddenly raised his voice angrily, and ordered: "Water!"

"What are you shouting!" Han Yu understood, knocked on the door and reminded: "This is a touch screen. There is a white cover next to the sink. Open it and press the water button, and the plus and minus keys to adjust the water temperature, will it?"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yizheng did as he did, and was caught off guard by a gust of cold water poured on his head, making him jump in place.

He said "Fuck!"

"Adjust the temperature, the hot water will wait for a while, and you can wash it after it rises." Han Yu heard the sound of splashing water, heard him swearing, and said a little funny: "Don't stand under the shower."

Fu Yizheng dodged the water, looked up at the top of the water, why is it here, what the hell, why does it retract when pressed, unexpectedly, his arms are covered with cold bumps.

The water heater heated up slowly, and after finally waiting for the water to smoke, he took off his sticky pants and kicked them off with his trousers.

"Are you ready?" Han Yu asked again outside.

Fu Yizhen laid back the hair covering his forehead, spat out the water in his mouth in disgust, and replied, "It's fine."

The glass was covered with thick mist, and his vision was completely blurred. Han Yu walked away and said, "Call me if you need anything."

He was wet, so he went out to Han Yuanchuan's room to wash, drenched in warm water, warmed his body, and then began to wash his hair and lather, rinsed quickly, he put on his clothes, came out, and went to the kitchen.

Han Yu went to the kitchen to boil hot water, made a cup of cold-dispelling medicine, and took it to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, he was next to the bathroom, drying his hair with a hairdryer.

A wall away, the sound of water stopped, and soon the door was opened and closed with a "click".

Fu Yizheng was wearing his pajamas and came out after washing. His head was covered with a towel, and the hair under the towel was wet on his forehead. The tips of his hair were dripping with strings of water. Fa Linli raised his eyes and looked at him.

Han Yu turned his head and looked at the person next to him. The wine-red pajamas made his complexion pale and his lips crimson.

They were about the same size, and their clothes fitted them just right.

Han Yu withdrew his eyes and turned off the switch of the hair dryer.The humming stopped.

Fu Yixuan walked towards Han Yu.

Han Yu shook his half-dry hair and motioned to the stool in front of him, "Blow dry your hair first."

Fu Yizheng covered his hands with a towel, wiped his hair, put down the towel, and sat down directly, "Blow it to me."

Han Yu withdrew from what he had already handed over, and turned on the switch again. He stood behind Fu Yizhang, put his fingertips through Fu Yizhang's hair, and shook the hair dryer in his hand to blow his hair.

"Okay." When it was half dry, he turned off the hair dryer, pulled out the wire and said, "It's done."

"Huh?" Fu Yizheng's lazy voice seemed unaware that the sound of the electrical appliances had stopped, and he turned his face slightly and asked, "You called me?"

Han Yu intervened and looked at him, but didn't say anything. He shouldn't have made a sound just now.

Fu Yizheng continued: "I heard it."

Han Yu opened the drawer, bent down to put down the hair dryer, closed the drawer and said, "Don't you know? Still asking?"

Fu Yizheng didn't take it seriously, and continued: "I don't know everything, like why you lost your temper, why you got caught in the rain, why you cried, I don't know anything about it."

There was seriousness in his words.Han Yu turned sideways for a moment, lowered his eyes and said, "It's okay if you don't know, there's no need to know everything."

Fu Yizheng got up and took a few steps around the room. He should have been in this room last time. The gray carpet on the floor was very hard, and it was cold and icy when he lay down.

A few steps ahead of the carpet, there is a computer desk, and he broke something.

"What are you looking at?" Han Yu knew clearly, but still asked.

Fu Yizheng didn't answer. He turned to the other side of the carpet and walked towards the bed. He was barefoot and stepped on the white floor. He stopped by the bed and looked. There was a small doll on the pillow. It is very old.

Fu Yizhen lifted the half-opened quilt, went to bed and lay down, pulled the quilt to cover himself, the whole movement was very calm and smooth.

Han Yu walked to the bed and asked, "Are you going to sleep?"

Fu Yixuan nodded slightly.

At this time, the sound of the rain outside became quieter, and the sound in the room gradually became quieter. Seeing Fu Yizheng lying down with his back to him, with half of his neck exposed, Han Yu stretched out his hand and looked at his palm.

The palm seemed to still have the temperature from last time.

He lowered his hands, stopped recalling, and went to fetch the medicine on the table.

"Get up and drink before going to sleep." Han Yu came back with a cup.

Fu Yixuan didn't sleep at all, the sound of walking behind him was very clear, Han Yu called him, but he didn't answer, and he still lay with his eyes open.

Han Yu kept looking at him, feeling uncomfortable all over.

He wanted to reach out to pat the person under the quilt, but felt that he was lying on his bed, and it seemed very wrong and extremely strange for him to do this again at this time.

"Fu Yizhen?" Han Yu called again.

He felt that Fu Yizheng didn't want to talk at all, and didn't want to talk to him. Why?

Before he could figure out the reason, Fu Yizheng turned over to face him, looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, and said in a strange way: "What do you want to say?"

Han Yu was taken aback by the question, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, you should drink some medicine first."

Fu Yizhen supported his head with his hands, glanced at the half cup of brown liquid, frowned slightly, took it over and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking, he slowly closed his eyes, the eyelashes under his eyes drooped, and the lower eyelids left bundles of long and short shadows in an orderly manner, his thin lips were pursed, and the movement of lying on his side made one side of his collarbone leak out. Under the white light, it shines brightly.

Han Yu's eyes looked from head to bottom, probably realizing that his eyes were too straightforward and naked. He wiped off the sweat from his hands on his thighs, turned and sat on the ground, leaning on the bed with his hands on his knees, and looked at him without turning his eyes. Cheng Liang's floor.

When he lowered his head and blinked his eyes, he always saw Fu Yizhen in the rain, saying that he wanted to come to him, but when he looked up, he seemed to hear his own troublesome heartbeat beating on his chest.

The light rubbed rough edges in his eyes, Han Yu lowered his eyes, and saw Fu Yizhang's books filled with his name again.

His mind is full of people behind him.

Han Yu groaned secretly, touching his hair impatiently, why did he stay in the same room, the same space with Fu Yizheng, and suffer!

He is going to another room.

"Happy birthday." Fu Yizheng spoke again suddenly.

Han Yu slowly put down his hands and turned his face to the side, only to realize that they were so close that he could almost smell the heat from Fu Yizhang's body.

Fu Yizheng looked at him, "Brother Yu, you go out with me now."

Han Yu hesitated: "Where are you going?"

Fu Yizheng paused and said, "Go get the gift."

Han Yu said without hesitation, "Okay."

Han Yu got up and went to the closet, and found two black clothes and two gray sweatpants.

Holding the clothes, Han Yu approached and asked, "What are you wearing?"

Fu Yizheng sat on the bed, looked at his sweater and coat, and pointed to him, "Coat."

Han Yu threw the jacket and trousers on the bed next to Fu Yizheng, stretched the sweater from the hem, and pulled it off the hood.

Fu Yizheng put on his jacket, pulled the zipper up to his chin, and when he lifted his trouser waist, he looked up at Han Yu who was already wearing a sweater.

Han Yu felt the fiery gaze coming, and raised his head, met the winking eyes, and felt the subtlety of the atmosphere.

He turned around holding his trousers and said, "You change, I'll go out and change."

Fu Yizheng was noncommittal, raising his eyebrows slightly. After Han Yu went out, he took off his pajama pants, revealing his two long legs under the wine red trouser legs.

Both thighs and calves have tight muscle texture, which shows the future growth trend.

In fact, it doesn't matter if Han Yu wants to change here, as long as Han Yu wants to, but it's obvious that he doesn't want to.

After Fu Yizheng got dressed, he got up and pulled the waistband of his trousers, and stuffed his pajamas into his trousers.

Smelling the scent of soap left on the clothes and the familiar body odor, Fu Yizhen didn't know whether it was because the heater was on, or the clothes were a little thicker, or it was because of the strange-tasting glass of water. Anyway, he felt that there was a steady stream of water in his neck. steaming.

"Let's go now?" Han Yu stood outside the door frame, looked in, and called him.

Fu Yizheng went to the bathroom to get his mobile phone and things out, put them in his pocket, approached Han Yu, and said, "Your house smells like pork ribs, and there are other dishes, more than one, why eat alone at home?"

Knowing that Fu Yizhang saw it, Han Yu obviously asked in a tactful manner, probably thinking about it for a long time.

He said calmly: "Not alone, with my dad."

He thought that Fu Yizheng would ask questions, but he didn't expect a person who talked too much, he stopped asking, and just walked ahead quietly.

Han Yu walked to the entrance, knelt down and took out his sneakers, put them in front of Fu Yixuan, and asked, "Size 42, can I wear it?"

Fu Yizheng took the pair of black shoes, untied the laces, put them on barefoot, and said lightly, "It's just right."

Han Yu took the umbrella, and the two went out together.

When I went downstairs, the sky was dark, and there was only one street lamp in the community far away, emitting a dim light, and the wet ground distorted into a mottled reflection.

After it rained, the wind became even colder.

The two walked against the wind.

Han Yu put his hat on his head first, holding an umbrella in one hand and his pocket in the other.Fu Yizhen put his chin on the zipper and put his hands in his pockets.

Han Yu saw Fu Yizheng bowed his back, stretched out his hand in his pocket, turned his face and said, "Is it cold? Stretch it in."

Fu Yizhen turned his head and looked at Han Yu with his thumb sticking out, his four fingers in his pocket, and his palm spread out.Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand, slid it against Han Yu's palm, and clasped his fingers together.

Fu Yizheng's hands were neither warm nor cold. Han Yu squeezed them, let go of the clasped hands, and wrapped Fu Yizheng's fists with his palms, trying to warm him up.

Fu Yizheng imitated him, wrapped his hands around him again, and squeezed them back vigorously.

Han Yu held up the umbrella for a long time before, and then led him a long way. He would pinch him, and his wrist was a little painful. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't push hard."

"Why does it hurt?" Fu Yizheng looked at the road ahead and asked aloud without stopping.

"I accidentally bumped into it," Han Yu said, "Don't always have so many reasons."

Fu Yizheng smiled, and said helplessly, "You won't tell me anything, and if I don't ask myself, what else can I do?"

Han Yu shook his hand back, and his tone became better. He couldn't stand Fu Yizheng's always being wronged, and coaxed, "Okay, stop, let's walk first, it's a bit cold."

Fu Yizheng hummed faintly, and then hummed again after a while.

The figures of the two were slightly bent, and they walked in unison under the street lights, with the sound of water stains on the soles of their feet. After walking through the gaps between several buildings, they soon arrived outside the community, and the lights on the street brightened from afar.

They were taking a taxi on the side of the road. When the driver came, he saw the two boys entering the back seat hand in hand, and made sure again curiously, "Shenghao Hotel?"

Fu Yixuan said calmly, "Don't know the way?"

The driver gave a dry laugh, and with an expression that I understood, he said calmly: "I know each other, I'll take you there."

Fu Yizhen and Han Yu sat next to each other, wanting to smell his body instead of the smell of glue in the car.The smell gave him a headache.

The shoulders of the two were close together, Fu Yizheng squeezed on him, Han Yu turned his head, and by the light of the speeding back outside, he saw Fu Yizheng's eyebrows crowded together impatiently.

Han Yu twitched his heart, and a terrible thought popped up. He stretched out his hand, put it against Fu Yizheng's forehead, touched it, and muttered, "It's not hot, is it?"