Professor he started chasing stars

Fu Shengyu said goodbye to Zheng Keke and Jia Zhao.

Jia Zhao grabbed his arm with snot and tears, as if parting from life and death.

"Young Master Fu, you and I are far and wide from now on, and the road ahead is boundless. I am afraid that there will be fewer opportunities to meet each other in the future. He is so successful, and he is very popular. Don't forget the good brother who lived and died with you..."

Fu Shengyu was depressed, not in the mood for a bitter drama.

"There is only a wall between the Railway Academy and the Haicheng Film Academy, right?"

Jia Zhao corrected him.

"Two walls, plus a big road."

Fu Shengyu reminded him: "Then be careful when climbing over the fence in the future, and don't poke a hole in your butt."

Jia Zhao couldn't stop crying.

"You are really annoying, isn't the atmosphere here... I found a problem, why is there no wall between your school and the University of Finance? Why do you build such a bridge to make it easier for you, men and women, old and young to communicate secretly? Colleges don’t have the right to marry themselves? You are discriminatory.”

The three climbed up the overpass, and the two rows of camphor trees on the road extended to the distance, just like the endless sorrow of Fu Shengyu.

"I'm going back to class." Zheng Keke said.

Fu Shengyu waved his hand: "See you later, Sister Keke."

"Don't see you again, it won't be a good thing to see you once."

Zheng Keke put her hands in her pockets and stopped when she was about to walk down the stairs.

She said loudly: "Fu Shengyu, I turned around and told my brother that you have been here."

"Still don't."

Zheng Keke asked strangely: "What's wrong? Is it your kindness not to disturb?"

Fu Shengyu sniffed.

"At least it's not offensive."

After parting from the two of them, Fu Shengyu walked across the overpass alone.

Fu Jinyan waited until the green light and crossed the road under the zebra crossing under the bridge.

Two people pass by in the same time and space, but in different directions.

Fu Shengyu turned on the phone, turned off the network, and then pressed and pressed the voice recording of WeChat.

"Brother Yan, school starts today. I asked the crew for a day off. I reported and went to your office. You're not here."

This message has a red exclamation mark, indicating that the sending failed.

Fu Jinyan, who was following Yan Runzhong, suddenly stopped.

Yan Runzhong turned his head and saw that there were 8 seconds left on the green light, but Fu Jinyan was still standing in the middle of the zebra crossing in a daze, so he called him.

"Professor Fu."

"Huh? Oh."

Fu Jinyan came back to his senses and quickened his pace.

"What's wrong?" Yan Runzhong asked, "What's the matter?"

"No."

Fu Jinyan shook his head.

He must have been hallucinating.

……

Saturday, September 9rd, autumnal equinox.

On the way Fu Jinyan took the bus to Haicheng Yipin, he saw that the leaves of the plane trees had begun to fall.Fu Jinyan read the local news last night. In order to attract tourists, the city issued a policy this year that fallen leaves on the roadside will be kept for a period of time and will not be cleaned up immediately.

Fu Jinyan remembered the first time he met Fu Shengyu after returning to Haicheng, so he hugged him in circles and kicked over a bunch of sycamore leaves.

When he arrived at Fu Yi's house, Fu Jinyan sat in the living room and worked. Fu Yi's investment went smoothly, and his salary also increased.

Fu Yi brewed a pot of Lapsang Souchong, and poured out two cups of tea that was rich in color but clear.

"Professor Fu, try it. Under your guidance, my tea art has improved by leaps and bounds."

Fu Yi took a sip by himself and smacked his lips to savor it.

"Well, it really is...there is no difference."

Fu Jinyan yawned and could only drink black tea to refresh himself.

He hasn't been getting enough sleep lately.

There was no sign or smell of Fu Shengyu at home.

Seeing his listless look, Fu Yi said, "Professor Fu, in fact, you can just work at home. You don't have to come to my place every week. It's really tiring."

Fu Jinyan immediately raised his head and said, "It's okay."

In fact, Fu Yi mentioned several times to let him work at his home, but Fu Jinyan still came over every weekend.

Well, he admits he's up to no good.

"But... maybe... it would be nice to have a touch." Fu Jinyan thought so.

Fu Yi didn't force him.

"If my enthusiasm for work was half of yours, wouldn't the company punch Penguin and kick Ali..."

He had just finished bragging when Fu Shengyu walked in from the entrance.

The moment Fu Jinyan saw him, he was inexplicably shocked.

After two months, Fu Jinyan felt that several years had passed.

However, Fu Shengyu did not show a very surprised expression, the familiar face carried a sense of distance that Fu Jinyan was unfamiliar with.

His gaze turned to Fu Yi.

"Brother Yi, I'm back."

Fu Yi leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head and looked at Fu Shengyu.

"Hey, isn't this my son who has a family and a career? How come you have time to visit the humble house?"

"It's cold, come back and get some clothes."

After Fu Shengyu answered, he turned and walked to his bedroom.

Fu Yi called him: "Fu Shengyu, you haven't called anyone yet."

The bedroom door had slammed shut.

"I'm sorry, Professor Fu, this dead child has gone out for a few days, without my careful education, his manners have disappeared."

Fu Jinyan held the teacup, the mist from the hot tea condensed on his glasses.

Fu Shengyu was tanned, probably from filming.

Fu Jinyan didn't know who Fu Shengyu met or what he did these days, and he didn't know when he would return to Haicheng.

So Fu Jinyan could only run to Fu Yi's house and wait eagerly.

Fu Jinyan was also worried that if Fu Shengyu came back free, would he go to Wutong Yayuan's home? If he was still like before, he would probably knock on his door, and Fu Jinyan was worried that he would miss it.

In fact, Fu Shengyu came back and did not look for him.

He didn't even want to talk to himself.

……

After Fu Shengyu closed the door, he couldn't hold back anymore, he breathed in and out, trying to calm down his excitement.

He almost rushed towards Fu Yi in front of him.

Fu Shengyu randomly stuffed some autumn and winter clothes into the suitcase.

He rides someone else's ride home and is in such a hurry that he doesn't have time to go to Wutong Yayuan.

Fu Yi asked him to call someone, but he didn't. From then on, he wouldn't call him Uncle Fu. If he didn't worry about harming Fu Jinyan, he would like to make their relationship public.

Fu Shengyu dragged his suitcase out and inevitably had to pass through the living room, he didn't dare to look at Fu Jinyan more, if he stayed for a little longer, he would not be able to hold back his impulse.

However, Fu Yi was acting weird again.

"Hey, Fu Shengyu, do you think this is a storage room? Take your things and leave, oh yes, the big star is filming, how can your dying old father and Professor Fu be worthy, this home can't keep you warm .

Fu Shengyu stood up straight.

"Where did you learn these crooked things?"

Fu Yi smiled and said, "How's it going? Recently, I've dabbled in the tea ceremony for my father."

"It's because the whole person is a little tea-like... Goodbye, Brother Yi."

It was hard for Fu Shengyu not to be attracted by the quiet Fu Jinyan next to him.

"Professor Fu, goodbye."

This is probably what he wants to be decent and polite, Fu Shengyu thought to himself.

But Fu Yi didn't know where to go, why didn't he dislike it?

"Goodbye."

Fu Jinyan responded, although he looked over there, he didn't meet Fu Shengyu's eyes at all, a single glance was enough to make him panic.

One minute later, Fu Shengyu's figure appeared downstairs.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fu Jinyan watched Fu Shengyu dragging the red leather box. Because the floor was too high, he didn't know Fu Shengyu's subtle movements. He only saw that he didn't move, and then raised his head.

Fu Jinyan quickly turned back and stayed away from the window.

He looked like a thief caught in the act, his heart was beating fast.

Although the glass had reflective film, Fu Shengyu couldn't see him.

Soon Fu Yi received a call from Fu Shengyu and turned on the speakerphone.

"Brother Yi, I'm too late, please help me send an application to school."

"Huh? Can my bratty son ask for anything?"

"If you don't send it down, you can't get a degree certificate if you fail a course. I am the first one in Haicheng Film Academy to give up."

"That won't work."

Fu Yi reluctantly agreed.

But he didn't even bother to attend Fu Shengyu's parent meeting since he was a child, and he was even less happy to send any application.

"Eh?" Fu Yi suddenly asked, "Professor Fu, isn't your school next door to Haicheng Film Academy?"

Fu Jinyan nodded: "Yes."

"Please do it for me hehe..."

"I……"

Fu Jinyan wanted to refuse.

Fu Yi was serious: "Please, I'm socially phobic."

Fu Jinyan: "Ang?"

"Selective social phobia." Fu Yi added, "Such as teachers, professors and so on."

"All right……"

Fu Jinyan reluctantly.

"The application should be in his room, you can find it."

Fu Shengyu's room...

From a rational point of view, Fu Jinyan shouldn't go in.

But reason is vulnerable to emotion.

After Fu Jinyan walked in, the corners of Fu Jinyan's mouth involuntarily turned up.

Fu Jinyan doesn't know if other people's likes are the same as his, even if he touches the other's items, he is very happy.

Fu Shengyu's commonly used perfume.

Fu Shengyu's worn-out basketball.

Fu Shengyu's clothes, blankets and pillows.

The entire bedroom is Fu Jinyan's playground.

Ordinary things are the source of happiness in Fu Jinyan's eyes.

He can touch, smell, feel, all kinds of abnormal behaviors that he can't understand.

Fu Jinyan found his application and put it in the drawer.

Students majoring in acting at Haicheng Film Academy, those who can receive a film during college, are all favored by heaven. The school will not stop them from filming. As long as they apply in advance, they will not be counted as absent from class.

Fu Shengyu's status as a child actor gave him the green light all the way, and he even skipped the art test.

Although he had nothing to do with Fu Jinyan, he felt relieved.

At least it shows that it was right to persuade Fu Shengyu to give up applying for the University of Finance and insist on his own expertise.

When Fu Jinyan was about to close the drawer, he was attracted by an iron box.

It is a moon cake box with peonies painted on it, exactly the same as the box where Fu Jinyan's mother put her needlework.

Fu Jinyan smiled, he would actually keep such things.

Because it was placed in a conspicuous place in the drawer, Fu Jinyan thought it was just an ordinary item, and curiosity prompted him to open it.

There are indeed ordinary objects inside, some even worn out, such as a group photo of their family of three, fragmentary excavator toys, and a small number of certificates.

Fu Jinyan realized that this was Fu Shengyu's memory treasure box.

Then Fu Jinyan saw a piece of paper, which was torn from the homework book. Of course, he could recognize the handwriting on it. It was the first time Fu Jinyan demonstrated the mathematical problem-solving steps to Fu Shengyu.

And a lot of white rabbit toffee.

Fu Jinyan was numb all over, as if hit by an electric current.

The big white rabbit toffee Fu Shengyu didn't eat a single one.

He hid all the things Fu Jinyan gave him, treating them as treasures.