two sons three fathers

Han Yu has been in the villa for half a month, and he is already familiar with the business. He goes to work at [-] o'clock in the morning and leaves at [-] o'clock in the afternoon. weeds.

It's all small, ordinary things.

He usually has nothing to do until the afternoon.

At 05:30, Han Yu left work on time, and today he promised Fu Yizhen that he would go home and cook.

He took the broom and was going back to the tool shed.

When I came out of the tool room, I met an old man carrying potted plants.

The potted plants are big and small, and they are piled in the middle of the road.Han Yu didn't know where the old man was going to move this pile of things.

Looking at the old man alone, his arms were sunk by the potted plants, his bent waist was arched into a bridge, and his blue-gray old cotton clothes were also stained with mud.Han Yu went up a few steps, picked up the basin, and said with a smile: "Give it to me, I will do it, and you will always lead the way where these things need to be moved."

All the potted plants were moved under the steel-framed shed that the old man said. Han Yu stepped in and looked at the surrounding green plants and flowers, which are rare in this season and very beautiful.

Han Yu looked at the door, only to notice that the night outside was completely dark.

When he got busy and forgot to cook, Han Yu said to himself, "It's over!"

Going back late, I was afraid that Fu Yizheng would make trouble and lose his temper.

Han Yu checked the time on his mobile phone. It was almost seven o'clock. He ran out in a hurry, and said to the old man who was still in the room, "Grandpa, I'm leaving first."

The old man is bending over in the inner fence, recording the data of the potted plants in the notebook, and drawing the potted plants that need to be moved out for lighting and fertilization tomorrow.

Hearing the sound, he looked up, and the young man who was helping had already disappeared.

The old man is a gardener at the villa, he likes a quiet place, so he came to live in the villa temporarily, the old man bowed his head and continued to write and draw in his notebook.

At this time, Han Yu had already run down the mountain, and Fu Yizhang and the driver were waiting for him by the side of the road.

Seeing the familiar license plate, Han Yu ran over and stopped at the rear door. The window slowly lowered, slowly revealing Fu Yizhang's face.

With that grievance on his face, Fu Yizheng said: "It's late at night, I'll pick you up, I'm hungry."

Han Yu wiped off the sweat from his forehead, grinned and said, "I was delayed by something, and it's too late to cook, so I'll take you out to eat."

Fu Yizheng pouted and nodded.

Han Yu opened the door and got into the car, and sat down.

There was a light in the car, so Fu Yizhen noticed his disheveled appearance, stared sideways at his face with a frown, and asked, "What did you do?"

Leaving his eyes on his face, Han Yu thought about wiping his face, there was soil, and explained: "Just bring a few pots of flowers."

"Okay." Fu Yizheng bent down, patted the ashes on his clothes, raised his eyes and told him, "Just say it when you're tired."

Han Yu looked at him, nodded and said, "I'm not tired, I know."

Knowing that the old man lived in the villa, for a while, Han Yu would go to the old man's place besides his own work to see if there was anything he could do to help.

After coming and going, he knew that the old man's surname was Zhao, so he directly called him Grandpa Zhao.

Grandpa Zhao is still alone.Han Yu had never met his grandparents before, and he felt kind to the master.

Mr. Zhao has a bad memory and doesn't use his smartphone very much. He likes to write records in his notebook.

Han Yu stayed in Grandpa Zhao's flower shed after five o'clock, helping him record the data, and didn't go home until six o'clock.

"Grandpa Zhao, the pots hanging today have already been fertilized, and the pots in the corner on the ground will be moved out to bask in the sun tomorrow."

The old man told him that even if there is no sun, he needs to move out to see the light.

"Bring me the book." Zhao Zhongyong sat on the chair, stretched out his hand and said, "Let me take a look."

Han Yu spread out the yellow leather notebook and placed it in his wrinkled palm.Zhao Zhongyong had bags under his eyes, his face was pulled down, and he looked a bit fierce, and his hair was gray.

He smiled but did not violate harmony, he said with a smile: "The handwriting is not bad, just like your boy."

Han Yu scratched his head, not daring to show off.

He has practiced calligraphy for more than ten years.

"It's still short of me," Zhao Zhongyong ordered him to sit on a wicker chair and a low stool, "Help me up."

Han Yu went to help him.

The old man led him into the fence, one old and one young pushed open the wooden door. It turned out that there was another room inside, and the inside of the house was another scene.Calligraphy with brushes and hard pens hung on the four walls. Looking at the red stamp of the signature, the three characters "Zhao Zhongyong", he knew that these calligraphy were all written by the old man.

It's been less than half a month since he's been here, but he hasn't been able to come in yet.

Han Yu let go of the hand that was holding him, and hurriedly stepped forward to appreciate it.The old man's calligraphy is very good, he is a master, and he hides it deeply!

Han Yu held his head high, his eyes almost fixed on the scroll.

As he walked and watched, he organized his language for a long time, but couldn't find the right words, so he said bluntly, "Grandpa Zhao, you are amazing!"

Behind him, Zhao Zhongyong coughed.

Han Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the person in the distance raised his eyebrows and looked unhappy, only to realize that he had gone far, and quickly went back to help him.

Zhao Zhongyong's voice was deep and hoarse, and he said roughly: "From now on, finish your work as soon as possible and come here to accompany me to grow flowers and write calligraphy. I'm bored by myself, so you can leave after eight o'clock."

Seeing that he didn't agree, Zhao Zhongyong hit him on the head with his hand, and said: "You bastard, what are you thinking about, the old man is willing to take you in because you are stupid, why don't you agree?"

Han Yu received a slap, and temporarily ignored how to explain it to Fu Yizhang, and simply agreed.

When they got home, Han Yu and Fu Yizhang talked about it, explaining it all the way from the living room to the bedroom, then from the bedroom to the kitchen, and then back to the bedroom, but Fu Yizhang still didn't want to talk to him.

Han Yu had no choice but to promise Grandpa Zhao, and it was impossible to change his mind temporarily.Besides, growing flowers and writing calligraphy are all things he likes

I can only work hard to do Fu Yizheng's ideological work.

"Yi Yan," Han Yu turned his head, changed the subject, and asked the person sitting at the desk playing with his mobile phone, "Are you tired recently?"

After finishing speaking, he stared at Fu Yizheng, but Fu Yizheng didn't raise his head or respond.

Han Yu walked over, squatted in front of him, raised his head and eyes and said, "What are you playing?"

Fu Yizheng glanced at him quickly, but there was still nothing to say.

"Do you want to eat something?" Han Yu looked down at his phone, blocking his view, "I'll make it for you."

Fu Yizheng covered his head with his hand and rubbed it, but still ignored him.

The tone of Han Yubi's direct explanation was much better than when he came back.In fact, Fu Yizheng wanted to ask for some benefits, but seeing that Han Yu didn't get to the point, he continued to keep silent.

Han Yu grabbed his hand, pulled it down, raised his head and said, "What are you going to do?"

Fu Yizheng glanced at him sideways and smiled slightly.

Han Yu: "..." What do you mean?

Fu Yizhen pulled his hands away, stood up, looked down, shook his head, and walked straight to the bathroom.

"Squeak" sound.

The sound of the glass door was a little too deliberate.

Han Yu got up and opened the drawer, took the charger, the bathroom door was open, Han Yu reached out with the cord, and said, "Charger, you can use it for playing with your phone inside."

Fu Yixuan stood inside the door, and Han Yu stood outside the door, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Fu Yizheng laughed angrily, "What should I say about you? You can't turn your head at this time?"

"What's wrong with me, you didn't take a shower, and you didn't say anything, what are you turning around?"

"Come here." Fu Yizhang put one hand on his arm and beckoned with the other.

As he spoke, he pulled the cord of the charger, pulled the head and the cord over, threw it onto the sink, dragged Han Yu into the bathroom, and pushed the door shut.

When the door was closed, the transparent surface of the glass instantly turned into a foggy surface, and all that could be seen was the bathroom.

Fu Yixuan turned around and pushed Han Yu hard. Han Yu took two steps back unexpectedly, supported the edge of the bathtub behind him, slid down with his buttocks, put his legs on the edge of the bathtub, and sat in the bathtub.

Han Yu had a pain in his buttocks, and was about to turn his head to say something, when a gust of cold water poured on his head, he shivered from the cold, his eyes were closed and he couldn't open them.

Fu Yizheng held the shower in his hand, facing his body, just drenched after a good meal, and said while showering: "Got it?"

The water temperature has become warmer, and Han Yu has become a drowned rat.

Han Yu wiped the water off his face and raised his arms to cover his face.Fu Yizheng moved his hand wherever he watched him hide, and said with a charming smile: "Unless~ you agree to my request, I will agree with you to go."

"What request?" Han Yu reached out to grab him, "Don't get wet."

Fu Yizheng squeezed his wrist vigorously, and said with a smile, "Promise me first?"

Mostly it's not a good thing.Han Yu refused and said, "Let's take a shower, it's just right to take a bath."

Fu Yizheng turned the handle, and the water jet hit his forehead directly.

Han Yu was in some pain, his whole body was soaked, and his pajamas were stuck to his body, which was sticky and uncomfortable.

He grabbed the collar and took off his shirt.

Fu Yizheng laughed at this moment, "Have you figured it out?"

Han Yu held back his bad intentions, spitting water, and replied, "I figured it out."

Fu Yizhen closed the shower.As soon as Han Yu's pajamas touched his face, showing wet eyebrows, he immediately twisted into a bundle, got up quickly, wrapped Fu Yizheng around his neck, and dragged him into the bathtub.

"Plop".

Water splashed all around, and Fu Yizheng fell into the water.

Before he could react, Han Yu held him down with one hand, and splashed his face with the other hand.After a few strokes, Fu Yizheng's long hair stuck to his face.

Fu Yizhen wiped from his head to his chin, and swung the water, and Han Yu immediately drenched him.

After going back and forth several times, Fu Yizhang rushed to grab his hand, pulled him closer, hugged his neck and bit him violently.

The two had a water fight in the bathtub.

Han Yu raised his head and patted his shoulder, "It hurts, don't bite."

"Brother Yu," Fu Yizheng stopped biting and changed to sucking, panting while sucking, "Miss me?"

Han Yu held his head with both hands, looked at him, "Think."

Fu Yizheng smiled and said, "Your mouth is so sweet, let me taste it~"

Fu Yizheng kissed him, and his scalp was numb when he gnawed it. His tongue stirred in his earholes, and there was a rush of water.

The water in the tub already had buoyancy, dragging them along.

Han Yu felt light all over, with a reddish complexion, and said, "I have to go to work tomorrow, I'm afraid I can't."

When Fu Yizheng heard this, he bit his ear, "Then you promise me one thing, I will let you go today."

"What's the matter?" Han Yu asked.

Fu Yizheng kissed him fiercely.

Han Yu was a little soft, "Say it?"

Fu Yizheng stopped, "Do you agree?"

"Oh, you go first." Han Yu was afraid that he would make some strange requests.

Fu Yizheng began to grind hard, and set fire to him, making him dizzy. Han Yu was convinced, "As long as it's not too much, I agree, can you say it?"

That's what Fu Yizheng wanted, and he hugged him and smirked: "I'll buy you a small skirt, can you show me how to wear it?"

Han Yu returned to his senses in an instant, and stared at him suspiciously, trying to figure out where his thoughts came from.

"You promised me!" Seeing him thinking about it, Fu Yizheng hurriedly said, fearing that he would not admit it.

It is true that he promised, but isn't this embarrassing?

Han Yu said slowly, "Can I not wear it?"

Fu Yizhen lost his smiling face, "It's fine if you don't wear it."

Han Yu nodded sharply, and Fu Yizheng said again, "I'll buy you a saliva ball."

Han Yu was even more puzzled, and said, "What is it?"

Fu Yizheng said to himself: "Choose one, otherwise you won't come home until eight o'clock in the future, and no one will accompany me at home. I will wait for you in this empty house every day. I will wait for you for hours. What a pity."

Han Yu felt ashamed, no matter how unwilling he was, he still complied first.

Fu Yizheng didn't intend to let him go, so he grabbed his shoulder.

The two looked at each other, tilted their heads, and kissed***