two sons three fathers

Chapter 17

Han Yu walked downstairs quickly, and after making sure that Han Yuanchuan would not know that he had come, he ran quickly.

He ran out of the community and ran for a long distance along the main road outside the community. He didn't slow down until the sky gradually thickened with fog and colorful lights lit up in his eyes.

His feet dragged aimlessly, his eyes were deep and empty, and his tears dried up.Those eyes look at the street lights for a while, look at the black sky for a while, and look at the broad ground for a while.

The ground seems to be endless, extending far away.

He usually stares at one location for a long time, then suddenly changes to another location, and continues to walk with his eyes unfocused.

"Drip!" There was a rapid car honking in my ear.

A private car suddenly stopped beside him.

The driver stretched out his head and cursed, "Looking for death? Don't look at the road!!"

Han Yu suddenly raised his head, only to realize that he had walked to the side of the road and was about to enter the driveway.

The driver looked at him with disgust, glared and said, "Forget it, it's really unlucky."

The vehicle drove away.

Han Yu looked at the endless stream of vehicles and retreated to the shoulder of the road behind him.

As soon as he stood upright, there was a cramping pain in his stomach, and the pain continued to come from his abdomen.

He bent down in pain, bent his knees and squatted, his body curled up into a ball.

I don't know how many vehicles are speeding past in front of me, and I don't know how many people are passing by in front of and behind me. Han Yu never moved a bit.

He knew that if he didn't eat anymore, he would suffer from anemia, and maybe in the next second, he would faint here.

As for what happened after he fainted, he didn't think about it, and he didn't really want to know.

Probably because of the strong wind and the cool night, Han Yu moved, wrapped his clothes tightly around his body, buried his head between his bent knees, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

The surrounding cold wind was blowing around him, his figure huddled under the street lamp, the shaking gradually stopped, and he became quiet.

Han Yun?which yun?

The name sounds nice, it should be a girl, five years ago, his sister is at least four years old now, she must be very cute.

Will she want a father?

Will she shed tears staring at the things she wants, such as candied haws...

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Han Yuanchuan took the initiative to call, with the same tone as usual, and asked him, "I'm at home, are you at my classmate's house?"

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Han Yu had eaten and came to the Internet cafe.

Sitting in front of the counter, he said to the person on the phone as if reading from a script: "Dad, my classmate said to help me celebrate my birthday. You can go home after a few days of work."

Han Yuanchuan seemed to hesitate for a while, while Han Yu waited quietly without opening his mouth.

"Go home to eat together at night, and you can go out after eating." Han Yuanchuan said with determination:

"Okay." Han Yu hung up the phone with a blank expression.

As soon as he heard that his birthday was coming, the girl next to the cashier helped the customer turn on the phone, sat down and asked him, "Your birthday is coming, how old are you?"

Han Yu put his phone back in his pocket and said, "Seventeen."

"Wow," said the girl, "then you are so small."

Han Yu nodded lightly.

The girl said again: "I haven't seen you for a few days? Why do you feel that you have changed, but I can't tell what changed?"

Han Yu turned to look at her and smiled, "No."

The girl suddenly pointed at him, noticed some expression, and said, "Speaking demeanor, especially the eyes."

Han Yu turned his face sideways and said, "I'm usually like this too."

"Huh? Although you don't smile normally, your eyes are not so sharp. Now you look at me, your eyes are fixed. If you pay attention, it's a bit scary." The girl said her opinion.

"No," Han Yu said, "Sister."

The girl didn't ask him any more, and said with a smile, "I'll prepare a box of lollipops for you as a birthday present. There are all kinds of flavors."

Han Yu smiled slightly: "Thank you."

It is almost a habit for him to eat sweets, and he will eat them when he has not eaten, which can cushion his stomach and relieve the symptoms of dizziness.

He has always had mild anemia, which may be hereditary. There is no major problem, but he has to eat on time.

The girl remembered that he would have class tomorrow, and asked, "You have class tomorrow, so don't come tonight, study is important."

Han Yu looked up at her and stared at her for a while, probably wanting to chat with someone, he said slowly, "Sister, do you have ideals?"

"Yes," the girl said with a smile, "make money and buy food."

"That's great," Han Yu said in a daze, "I don't know what my ideal is, and I don't even know where I should go."

The girl played the role of enlightenment, "Didn't your dream of studying in college go to university?"

"I don't know who I should work hard for," Han Yu murmured.A person feels empty, can't even find the purpose of hard work, can't think of it.

He just wants to get out of here and return his father to his sister. After tomorrow, he will be seventeen, and his sister is only four.

"You can work hard for yourself." The girl said again: "There is always something to do in life, otherwise, it's very boring."

Han Yu thought about it, buried his face in the gap between his arms, and said sullenly, "Thank you, sister."

The girl didn't know if her words worked, so she patted him on the shoulder, "You're welcome."

Han Yu said: "Call me if you need something, I'll sleep for a while."

"Okay." The girl said.

When Han Yu woke up and opened his eyes, there was a light layer of morning light, but it was still foggy outside.The girl didn't call him all night.

A box of lollipops was handed over, and the girl said, "May your dreams come true."

"Sister," Han Yu said sincerely, "Thank you."

After Han Yu washed up in the Internet cafe, he went out to have breakfast and went to school as usual.

The school obviously changed, but Han Yu felt that he hadn't taken a good look at it. Several teaching buildings stood tall, and the floors were lit up with scattered lights. The upper grades were the most.

Han Yu went downstairs and heard the recitation of the third year students.

He stood downstairs for a while, looking at the window, not knowing what to think about. After a while, he kicked the stones by his feet and continued walking.

Back in the classroom, Han Yu saw that the lights were on, and someone was earlier than him.

He glanced at He Huan's schedule and wanted to make a copy.

He bent down to touch the table and box, and first touched a cool, hard object with a frosted texture.

He remembered that there was no such thing on the table.

Han Yu took it out and took a look. It was a polygonal box with gold wires embedded in the sides. The outer shell was black, with tiny lights shining inside, and his signature was engraved on the bottom of the box.

It looks like it's not just the expensive kind.

He looked around and smelled it. There was a strong aroma of wine mixed with the sweetness of chocolate, and it was still the scent of box noodles.

Don't know how to do it?

He put it back and planned to return it to someone else. He couldn't take it away.

Just as he sat down, the sound of light footsteps at the back door stopped, and the person came with a clear voice and said with a light smile, "Happy birthday."

Who else could have this voice besides Fu Yizheng.

Han Yu didn't ask why, but nodded and said, "Thank you." He dismissed the idea of ​​going back.

Feeling that Han Yu was not very happy, and in his flat tone, he was a little distant, and Fu Yizhang was obviously taken aback.

However, seeing that Han Yu was willing to talk to him, he didn't think much about it. He still smiled and said, "What else do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you. I don't know anything else except that you eat sweets."

Han Yu took out a pen and paper and said, "No need."

He neatly copied a copy of the class schedule, and saved it in his mobile phone.

Fu Yizhen pressed his sword eyebrows, and watched Han Yu finish copying, filming, and put away his phone, without even giving him a look.

He had no choice but to take the opportunity to express himself: "Come to dinner with me tonight, where do you want to go?"

Han Yu took out the book again, and said lightly, "No need."

Fu Yizhen sat next to Han Yu, resting his head on his hands, staring at Han Yu's side face without blinking.

Looking at it from the side, the eyelashes were like two small fans, and they were hard to the touch, he knew.The bridge of the nose is high, the lip lines are clear, and the mustache is small.

Fu Yizhen raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his index finger, wanting to scrape his chin, but Han Yu dodged it. He was not angry, and said leisurely, "Why do you seem happy, Brother Yu? I call you brother now. what do you want?"

"I told you," Han Yu said, "No need."

"Look at me," Fu Yizheng pressed his hand on his book, was impressed one after another, his face changed, and he said coldly: "I apologized, and you accepted it, what do you mean now?"

Han Yu didn't want to talk about these issues, so he frowned slightly and said, "It's nothing, just take your hands away first."

"Han Yu!" Fu Yizhen looked down at his hand that was pushed away, his face was full of displeasure, and he raised his voice, "What do you mean, I'm humble, what else do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything," Han Yu frowned and said, "Go back to your place first."

"I won't go," Fu Yizhang saw that Han Yu's alienated attitude was about to turn into anger. He felt uncomfortable all over. He snatched Han Yu's book and held it in his hand and said, "What can you do with me?" ?”

He was prepared to be beaten, and he also planned not to fight back. There was no explanation for kissing him, so he just wanted to forget it?

Although he knew that Han Yu didn't like girls, it didn't mean he would like him.

Han Yu folded his hands in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not in the mood to play tricks with you, so go back and sit down first."

"Why don't I go?" It was early and no one came to the classroom, Fu Yizhang almost yelled again: "I went to great lengths to buy things for you, I don't feel bad when you treat me like this!"

Ever since Gu Mo told him that November [-]rd was Han Yu's birthday, he couldn't wait to write a note on his forehead even after eating, for fear of forgetting it.

Knowing that Han Yu threatened Gu Mo because of him, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep all night.

The villa is far away from the urban area. He didn't go home last night and rushed to the urban area to order a gift. He doesn't care about paying the money. He is willing to spend time and spend the night with the old craftsman in the store. Now Driven out.

Now, seeing Han Yu's attitude towards him fluctuating hot and cold, Fu Yizheng's mood dropped to zero in an instant.

He became anxious, and blurted out: "Don't you know what's good or bad!"

Even if Han Yu has a little eyes, he will see and know his thoughts.

Han Yu wanted to give himself some time to digest, and now it was Fu Yizhen again, he clenched his fists and said coldly: "Yes, then please don't be so nice to me, I can't bear it!"

He held the box of chocolates in the table box, took out some, hesitated, and pushed it back.

When Fu Yizheng heard that this was not a clear line to draw a line with him, he was furious: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Han Yu looked up at him, "What else could it mean?"

Fu Yizhen took out the chocolate, shook his hand, and threw it in the direction of the trash can. The box knocked off the wall and fell into the bucket. He said sharply, "I don't want to treat you so badly. If you don't want it, then lost!"

"Yes!" Han Yu gritted his teeth: "Throw it away, there is nothing you can't throw away."

Fu Yixuan blushed, wiped tears, hurried to the first table, kicked his own desk, and the desk fell to the ground sullenly.The sound exploded.

He still felt that it was not enough, his throat was tight, and he felt uncomfortable up and down.

Who dares to give him such a useless feeling, who dares? !

How dare he, Han Yu! !

Angry at him again and again, play tricks on him again and again!

Fu Yizheng inserted the stool, saw the stool, picked it up and threw it at other desks, podiums and walls.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

In an instant, the stool was broken and the table was smashed.

The books on the table and the broken pieces of the tables and chairs were scattered all over the place, making a mess.

Han Yu didn't want to do this to Fu Yizhang, but he was tired. Facing Fu Yizhang's forceful words, he couldn't spare all his energy to deal with them, and the psychological defense line he had built was constantly collapsing because of Fu Yizhang's actions. , shattered on his limbs, causing him pain.

He didn't want to be great at all, and he wanted more, but he never got what he wanted.

He lay on the table, let his thoughts lose control, and trembled from crying.

On one side, Fu Yizheng's chest rose and fell, panting heavily, walking back and forth, kicking the table for a while, and kicking the wall for a while.

Tired of tossing and tossing, he slowly calmed down, and only then heard the soft whimper.

His stiff and numb hands hung down, his lips were tightly pursed, he turned and walked down, his heart lifted a little with every step closer.

Compared to Han Yu, he would rather be beaten and scolded.

Fu Yizheng stopped by the table, watching Han Yu bury his head, his shoulders trembling from crying, he didn't dare to speak too hard, he pinched the volume and said, "I, I'll buy it for you again, I just passed out..."

People ignored him.

"Brother Yu?" Fu Yixuan shouted.

The suppressed crying made his heart tighten continuously.

Fu Yizheng's hand slowly passed over, tentatively put his palm on Han Yu's shoulder, pinched it, and flattened his mouth: "I won't mess with you anymore, I don't know what to do, please stop for a while, okay?"

"..." He felt that he was going too far.

"Don't you like beating me?" Fu Yizhang thought of something and asked hurriedly.

He grabbed Han Yu's hand, pushed away the wet palm, and swung it on his face: "If you hit me, it won't hurt me, and I won't fight back."