Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan's lips moved.

Wen Yu has been looking at him, so he naturally didn't miss the slight change in his expression: "Thought it?"

"...No." Fu Yuhan's eyes flickered, and he hesitated.

He said before that he would take Wen Yu to play something that he might not have played before, but today he realized that his attitude towards Wen Yu might occasionally cross the line.

"Say it." Wen Yu's attitude seemed very natural, he stood with his pockets in his pockets, his head tilted slightly to the right, in a posture between "playing around" and "relaxing freely".

He would not be so relaxed in crowded places before, but he is really changing.

Fu Yuhan frowned, wondering if he was being too sensitive—Wen Yu was so pitiful, he was still thinking about something.

So he said, "I want to ask you if you want to go to the movies."

Wen Yu was taken aback.

"I'll see what movies are watching recently, and I haven't been to the cinema for a while." Fu Yuhan did what he said, took out his phone and started watching the movies.

It's not long before the National Day file has passed, and the film schedule at the moment is a bit slow. Except for the gift films that have not yet been released, there are not many other exciting films.While watching, Fu Yuhan asked, "Is there any type you would like to see more, or one you particularly don't want to see?"

Wen Yu didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "What do you usually watch?"

"I can do anything, I usually watch the ones with high ratings." Fu Yuhan swipe his finger on the screen twice, "But now the two highest rated ones are gift films and the other is romance films, do you want to watch them?"

"Anything is fine." Wen Yu raised his gaze from Fu Yuhan's cell phone and met his gaze, "I haven't seen it anyway."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Wen Yu said such words with such calm eyes and a calm tone, every time he succeeded in making Fu Yuhan's sympathy flood.

He felt that he was also quite sick, maybe Wen Yu's real ghost cried with him on his upper body, but he would only want to laugh, but it was this kind of nonchalant that particularly poked him.

"...Then let me see the show." Fu Yuhan avoided his gaze and lowered his head.

Wen Yu's eyes darkened, and under the cover of the gradually falling night, he curled the corner of his lower lip quietly.

He felt no guilt about it.

Soft-hearted people are so cute.

The gift film was on the verge of release, and there was one show left at the nearest cinema tonight, more than an hour later; the romance film had a lot of screenings, and the time was right.

"Then watch this?" Fu Yuhan showed him the time, "Are you sure you won't fall asleep watching romance movies?"

Some boys don't like this type, such as football, so Fu Yuhan specifically asked a few more questions.

Wen Yu shook his head: "No."

Who would get sleepy in front of the person he likes, even if the movie is boring, he can still watch him.

He said and poked his head over: "Is it okay to choose this way? I haven't bought a movie ticket yet..."

Wen Yu casually tapped a position in the back row on the screen.

"...Brother, the last row is the couple seat." Fu Yuhan snatched the phone back, canceled that seat and chose the two side-by-side seats directly in front, "What couple seats are we looking at... I chose the front row. "

Wen Yu felt a little regretful, he wanted to cover it up and said, "The last time I heard someone say that there are no lovers' seats in movie theaters?"

"Some movie theaters don't have them, and the location is not very practical. Except for couples, no one buys them, and they are empty."

"What's the difference?"

"There is an armrest missing in the middle." Fu Yuhan thought he was genuinely curious, and explained to him while gesturing carefully, "The armrest between the two seats is missing, the seats are closer, couples can hug and watch together."

"Oh..." Wen Yu pretended to be stunned, "And then he was in the last row. Doesn't that mean no one knows what he does?"

"..." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "What do you think about every day?"

He probably thought about Fu Yuhan the most recently, but obviously he couldn't answer that way.

"I think," Wen Yu paused, and picked a previous answer, "'Let me see what kind of moths the boring humans have made today'—"

Fu Yuhan slapped him on the shoulder: "Be a human being."

Wen Yu was beaten by him, and smiled lightly: "Let's go, go take a taxi."

"Ah."

Even though Fu Yuhan will go to his fourth brother's place to take pictures tomorrow morning, go back to school for self-study in the afternoon, and may have to face all kinds of troublesome things, but tonight he decided to be misled by Wen Yu to watch a long-lost movie .

Fu Yuhan is a sensitive person by nature. In other words, he has a strong ability to empathize. In addition, he likes to draw and pays more attention to the bright spots in the art aspects of the film, such as color matching, mirroring, and composition. He has a high acceptance of romance films .

But halfway through, he turned his head to look at Wen Yu a few times, and found that the other party was also very focused.

That's good.

When leading someone to do something, I am most afraid that the other party is not interested in it, so Wen Yu can devote himself to it.

Thinking about it this way, Fu Yuhan felt that he was so miserable. He obviously didn't pick games or movies, a person who was easy to dismiss, but he hadn't experienced such a thing in 18 years.

The claw machine is so good, I don't know if it is because there is nothing else to play with.

After watching the movie, it was already past nine o'clock, Wen Yu took the initiative to ask him, "Where else are you going?"

"Go home." Fu Yuhan glanced at the time, "Go to the fourth brother's place tomorrow morning."

"Back to me?"

"No, I'm going home to sleep, there is no one at home today." Fu Yuhan said, "I have to go out early in the morning, if I wake you up, you will lose your temper again."

After speaking, he was taken aback.

Have they been too close recently?

"I'm angry about getting up, but when did I send it?" Wen Yu was laughed at by him, "Then there is no one in your house...can I go to your house?"

"Are you so boring by yourself?" Fu Yuhan was helpless, "Why do you have to stick together?"

Wen Yu's eyes moved, pretending not to care: "No, I'll just talk casually. Go back, stroll back?"

"Didn't you just say take a taxi?"

"It's not far away if you think about it carefully," Wen Yu said, "walk with me."

Fu Yuhan sighed helplessly.

The movie theater is less than two kilometers away from their home, and it takes more than 40 minutes to walk back.

Wen Yu didn't say anything on the way, and the two of them kept a distance of half a person's width and walked slowly towards home.

Autumn is getting more and more serious, the blowing wind is mixed with cold air, and the fallen leaves on both sides of the road that were swept by the sanitation workers on both sides are blown by the wind, and they roll away with an empty sound.

Wen Yu stopped at the intersection where he had to leave, and turned his head to look at him: "Then... see you at school tomorrow."

"En." Fu Yuhan nodded.

The farewell between the boys did not have so many fancy rituals, and the two turned around separately.After walking three steps, Fu Yuhan suddenly remembered something, turned around and called him: "Brother Yu!"

Wen Yu turned around.

"Go to school early tomorrow?" Fu Yuhan said, "I haven't done my homework for the past two days!"

His schoolbag was harmed by Wen Yu and he never got it back from school.

Wen Yu was taken aback: "What time?"

"It's noon, I'll contact you when I come back?"

Wen Yu doesn't do his homework and doesn't need to go to school in advance. If he wants to arrive at noon earlier, he will definitely make a condition according to his personality.

"That--"

He just said a word, Fu Yuhan answered: "Understood, I will have dinner with you."

"..." Wen Yu turned his head and smiled.

He smiled for more than ten seconds before saying, "Okay, I see. I'll call tomorrow."

Fu Yuhan waved his hands, turned and left.

This time he really left.

Wen Yu couldn't move anymore, he stared at Fu Yuhan's back in a daze, until the man turned a corner at the end of the road and could no longer see him, then he looked away.

He bowed his head and thought for a while before walking home.

Wen Yu is a person who is very used to living by himself, because Wen Ziming has been busy without touching the ground before he was born, and rarely went home; his mother does not want to be a full-time wife, and has her own job, so she cannot always be with him.

When Wen Yu lived alone in a three-story villa when he was a child, he didn't think the house was big. When he first moved here, he wondered if the house was a bit small. He didn't expect that when he returned home today, he felt that the room was empty.

It seems a little cold without a person.

But at the end of October, it seems a bit exaggerated to turn on geothermal heating.

He changed his slippers at the entrance and stood quietly for a while. The bowls and chopsticks they used for dinner were still in the kitchen sink, waiting for his aunt to wash them tomorrow. The game console on the coffee table was still in a dormant state. Everything was telling He, Fu Yuhan, actually didn't leave for long.

Wen Yu suddenly laughed in a low voice: "Crazy..."

He shook his head, as if laughing at himself, then took out the key and opened the locked door.

He locked the door as usual, found a small desk lamp and put it on the low table to light it up, but the moment he took out the broken Gundam that Fu Yuhan gave him, he suddenly realized that his behavior was a little bit superfluous.

"Why do I have to hide here and do this?" Wen Yu thought for a while, "Wen Ziming is not here."

Locked him up, as if he himself—

After three seconds of silence, Wen Yu turned off the lamp.

He took the Gundam and his small toolbox to the living room, cleared a small space on the coffee table, and started working.

The broken plastic sheet cannot be restored to its original state, and the lost childhood cannot be made up.

But at least the model can be glued as detailed as possible, even if the cracks may kill obsessive-compulsive disorder; things that have not been experienced can be experienced again, even if the happiness is not so pure.

But memory is new.

He worked hard all night, roughly restoring the standing appearance of Gundam, but there are still a bunch of small pieces that need to be attached.

God knows how sleepy Wen Yu was, when he was woken up by the phone call, he almost scolded him.

Until he sees the caller ID clearly.

"wildcat".

"..." He could only swallow the swear words in his stomach, Wen Yu picked up the phone, "Hello?"

Fu Yuhan on the other end of the phone seemed to be stunned for a moment: "What happened to you last night? Why is your voice so hoarse."

Wen Yu cleared his throat before saying, "It's nothing, I just went to bed late... I can't fall asleep if I'm early."

"Insomnia? Drink some milk before going to bed next time." Fu Yuhan said, "I'm on my way, do you want to get ready to get up?"

"..." Wen Yu struggled between drowsiness and love, and sighed silently, "Okay. Are you coming to see me?"

"Well," Fu Yuhan said, "I brought you something to eat, see you later?"

"See you later."

Wen Yu hung up the phone, frowned, turned over in pain, and then sat up from the bed.

He was in a daze for a few seconds in the dark bedroom, and finally felt that he barely woke up.

The unfinished Gundam had to be hidden before Fu Yuhan arrived here.

and also……

He thought for a while, opened the phone's address book, and changed the name of the "wild cat" that had been saved for a long time.

——"Ready to pick up".