two sons three fathers

Chapter 3

Seeing the back of the person walking out, in the direction of going to the bathroom, he retracted his gaze.

The cerebral palsy will come back in a while, and seeing him playing with his mobile phone and sleeping, he may not know what to say.

Han Yu decided to get rid of homework first.

He poked lightly at the person in front of him with the tip of his pen, "Beautiful sister, let me copy the math."

An exercise book was lightly placed on the corner of the table, and Han Yu took the exercise book, "Thank you."

After he finished copying his homework, Fu Yizheng's cerebral palsy didn't come back.

The bell rang.

Han Yu quickly put away his things, put on his coat, took out the candy in his pocket, unwrapped the candy a few times, took a candy stick in his mouth, and left the classroom with one hand.

When I got home, I opened the door. Han Yuanchuan was watching TV. When he heard something, he turned his face to look at him, and said, "I'm going on a business trip in a few days."

Han Yu clenched the doorknob, looked over with a blank expression, "How long?"

"Not sure," Han Yuanchuan watched TV, "Come back after work."

Han Yuanchuan's company makes software for new automation equipment. It involves professional fields, and not many people know it. It cooperates with major medical institutions and often needs to travel for training.

He is usually in Fengcheng, and the training is usually in the surrounding cities. Each time it takes ten and a half months, sometimes even longer.

In Han Yu's memory, it lasted up to half a year.

Han Yu nodded thoughtfully.

He went to his room to put down his backpack, went back to the living room and sat down, took out his phone and swiped around.

——Brother Yu, come to watch the stars on weekends.

It's his friend outside of school.

Han Yu glanced at the news, clicked on Brother Cheng in the contacts, and sent a message first.

--Brother Cheng, is Yingxing important?I'm here to help.

Back there soon.

-- Yes, all day on weekends, and come over when you are free on weekdays, and it will be calculated by the hour.

--good.Han Yu returns.

Han Yuanchuan, like most parents, naturally cared about his studies, watched him play with his mobile phone, and asked, "How is your study recently?"

Han Yu sat down with his legs crossed, and instead of looking at his father, looked up at the TV with a cold expression: "It's the same as before."

Han Yuanchuan stretched out his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Take care of your studies. It doesn't matter if you don't pass the key points. Ordinary books are fine."

Han Yu himself knew that he couldn't touch either side of his ordinary grade book, and the key point was fantasy.

His shoulder was thrown by Fu Yizheng's punches, and now it hurts, his father just slapped it with a lot of force, and he frowned lightly and said "hmm".

Han Yuanchuan had a full view of his impatience, and said with concern: "Is it okay at school recently, is the new classmate easy to get along with? Is there anything not going well?"

"No." Han Yu said decisively, and asked him, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow at the earliest," Han Yuanchuan took out his wallet from the interlayer of his jacket, opened it, and counted a stack of red bills to Han Yu, "Remember to eat, and buy what you need."

Han Yu nodded while holding the money.

When he was sleeping, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. When he thought of Han Yuanchuan going out, he became inexplicably irritable. Finally, he found someone to form a team and played the game for half the night, and he fell asleep after playing until he felt sleepy.

The sky is gray and bright, and on the boulevard of Shangyang High School, there are sporadic and hurried students, all in red and white uniforms, bustling and energetic.

Han Yu was carrying his schoolbag and galloped all the way. His long legs under his school trousers overlapped, and his windy figure shuttled between the tree trunks. He quickly ran to the stairs of the teaching building. He grabbed the handrail of the stairs and rushed towards the third floor.

He panted and pushed open the back door, touched the desk box, and made a low "fuck".

Where's his breakfast? !

Han Yu was touching his phone and wanted to ask Zheng Xiong, but the message from there was sent first.

--Brother Yu, big glutinous rice balls.

Mochi? !

When Brother Yu looked up, he saw that someone was holding it in his hand and putting it in his mouth.Immediately before morning self-study, Fu Yizheng was munching on rice balls.

Han Yu's school uniform was zipped to the end, revealing the white T-shirt inside. He walked to the first table in a few steps, grabbed the rice ball with two mouthfuls in his hand, and threw it into the trash can next to the podium.

The rice ball was pinched into a ball by him and hit the wall of the barrel with a "boom".

Han Yu glared at him: "Are you allowed to take my things?"

Fu Yizheng stood up inexplicably, and faced him, "You are so crazy in the morning, labor and management haven't finished their meal yet."

Han Yu turned around and said, "It's not bad if you don't make compensation!"

Fu Yizheng pulled him back and said angrily, "Who took your things, explain clearly?"

Han Yu shook off his hand, pulled back his school uniform, and warned, "Mine, it's delicious?!"

"I bought that at the school gate," Boss Fu said sternly, "I'll pay you back!"

It didn't sound like a lie, Han Yu became suspicious, if it was true, it would be embarrassing.

He asked suspiciously, "Really... bought it?"

At this time, someone called out from the back door, "Brother Yu, the rice balls are in the table box." As he spoke, Zheng Xiong took out a large rice ball from his pocket and stuffed it into the table hole.

As soon as Han Yu turned his head, Zheng Xiong grabbed the door frame to pant, and raised his hand: "I'm going first, the bell is ringing." After speaking, he ran away and disappeared.

Looking back at Fu Yiyan's expression of wanting to kill him, Han Yu walked back sullenly, and sat obediently in his seat.

The early self-study teacher does not supervise them, and the class representative leads the reading of ancient poems and texts that need to be recited.

Han Yu read a few sentences without distraction, stretched out his hand to keep pinching the rice balls in the table box, suffering, he didn't eat when he came, and his stomach growled.

eat?Still not eating?

Brother Yu hesitated.

He felt really uncomfortable about throwing rice balls and wronging others.

When get out of class was over, he walked to Fu Yizheng's table, put the rice ball with kneaded rice grains on the table, and walked back to his seat with a heavy expression.

Fu Yizheng grabbed the rice ball and tossed it twice, then turned around and smiled, a weird smile.

Han Yu squinted to see that Fu Yizheng was not looking at him anymore, turned his face to talk to the girl at the same table, got up from his seat, and walked down.

"Hand in your homework," Fu Yizheng said with a gruff smile, with a Band-Aid on his face, "Student scum."

"I did," Han Yu didn't take it seriously, and threw the math homework on him, "Here."

Fu Yizheng grabbed the notebook that was thrown over him, "Biology." Seeing that the sitting person was obviously taken aback, he tapped on the table with two fingers, and reminded him kindly: "If you haven't written anything for a while, please go to the office for tea. The teacher said it yesterday."

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, did the biology teacher assign homework?

He fell asleep and he didn't know it.

Immediately, he slowly realized that Fu Yizheng was not the representative of the biology class, so he raised his head and said, "I'll talk about it later."

"That won't work," Fu Yizheng said impatiently, "Hurry up and hand it in!"

"You are a person in charge of discipline, why do you interfere?" Han Yu was obviously displeased with him.

"My tablemate is not feeling well," Fu Yizhao said, "I care about my classmate, so I kindly accepted it for her."

Han Yu held back his breath, took out the textbook, and asked the front desk, "Biology, I'll copy the biology, hurry up!"

He Huan took out the biology book and gave it to him, and said with a smile, "There is only one question, please hand it in for me."

"Thank you pretty sister." Han Yu opened the homework book, spread it up and down, and copied it.

Fu Yizheng stood aside and waited patiently for him. Han Yu glanced up, then lowered his head and continued copying the questions.

He writes vigorously and writes well in cursive.

At the end of the question, just after writing the answer, a white hand with clear bones was stretched out, and it took his notebook away in an instant.

The word answer flicked its tail, and the notebook pulled out a curved black line.Han Yu slammed the pen on the table, turned his head, and the cold eyes were scratched.

"It's almost done," Fu Yizhang retracted the gaze on Han Yu's face, took two homeworks, turned around smartly, and said to the other students: "Hand in all the biology homework!"

Han Yu scratched his hair irritably, unable to figure out why this kid did this.

Bai spoiled that face!

After handing in the homework for other subjects, Han Yu climbed over the school wall and went out to buy breakfast while he still had time.He was dizzy with hunger.

He stepped on the bell to run up the stairs.

I ran up to the third floor, walked lightly to the back door, and heard the Chinese teacher in the classroom giving a passionate lecture.

He liked to go through the back door, and he didn't want to attract attention, so he pushed open the crack of the door, got in, slipped back to his seat, and sat down quietly.

As soon as their butts touched the stool, the people in the first row turned their faces sideways, squinted their seductive eyes, glanced at them, and turned back quickly.

Han Yu: "..."

What does it mean to be a mud horse again? Look at who?

The line of sight is his direction is good, but the eyes don't seem to be looking at him.

In order not to get in touch with unreasonable people, he didn't dare to sleep for two Chinese classes, and used them all to write self-criticism. After writing, he was so sleepy that tears rolled down his face.

There was no exercise between classes on Thursday, and as soon as the bell rang, he immediately fell asleep on the table.

The third section is biology class.

As soon as the teacher entered the class, he looked at him, raised his voice, and said, "Some students just copied a question and handed it in. One question, fill in the blank! you write?"

"Next time like this," the female teacher pushed the glasses frame: "Go to the office and copy it ten times!"

Han Yu: "..." For this matter, I don't blame him entirely, it's mainly because someone owed me a beating.

He will hand in and copy homework for every subject, which belongs to the kind that does not pay attention to the teacher.I don't want to copy the exam, and I will show my true level and return to the bottom one.

After school at noon, he didn't go home to eat, because Han Yuanchuan was not at home anyway.

Some parents came to pick up the students at the school gate, and asked with a smile if they were hungry. When they went home for dinner, Han Yu glanced sideways, stretched out his hand in his pocket, pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the top, and hung his head. The steps are very leisurely.

He doesn't have a mother, he can't appreciate the smiles on their faces, and he can't feel the warmth.

When Fu Yizheng left the school gate, he saw a familiar figure, but he was still a little lonely, so he called out, "Han Yu."

The people in front didn't look back, and the frequency of walking didn't change.

"Why are you still angry?" Fu Yizhang said.

Han Yu stopped and looked at him sideways, "Shabi."

Fu Yizhen grinned and approached, and stood side by side with him, pretending to be old-fashioned: "I'll find out, you, you have a cheap mouth, you will die if you don't scold others?"

"I found out too, you guys," Han Yu didn't bother to look at him, "Special work!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Fu Yizhen squinted his eyes, looked up at the autumn sunshine, and asked, "Where are we going to eat? I'm hungry."

Looking at the way he looked up, as if he would always be lazy and pure, it was rare for Han Yu not to scold him, "Eat whatever you want."

A fried rice restaurant, two bowls of fried rice, the two did not communicate during the whole process, each ate and paid for his own.

Fu Yizheng put down the bowl and chopsticks in the middle of eating, and played with his mobile phone without incident.

When he came out of the restaurant, he said lightly, "Do you usually eat this?"

There was no emotion in these words, but Han Yu could hear the disgust inside, and said coldly, "Why, do you have an opinion?"

"It's not very tasty," Fu Yizheng added, "I've never eaten this kind of food, it's too bad. The one you picked isn't very good."

Han Yu: "... I don't like food, why don't you eat half of it? Why are you pretending to be a prince in the castle, you have abalone and lobster for every meal, and then invite a few people to take turns to serve you you?"

Fu Yizheng looked at him with some amusement, "I'm just making comments, what about it?"

"As for," Han Yu put his hands in his pockets and said, "Don't nag me, it's annoying."

This meal did not establish their half-way monks, not friendship friendship, and even a little bit of deterioration.

On Saturday morning, Han Yuanchuan flew out of town.In the evening, Han Yu was not at home and went to an Internet cafe to work part-time.

In the evening, there are always people who come here for the night. They turned on a few machines, but no one came. He sat in front of the computer desk and dozed off.

"Three machines." A voice came from the side corridor.

Han Yu raised his eyelids and looked up at the three teenagers coming. The tall one in the middle had fallen back hair and was dressed in a black and white sportswear. He raised his head high, with a skeleton-shaped face and cocked eyes, looking down at him.

"ID card." Han Yu said as he stood up.Ignoring Fu Yizheng's pretentiousness, he took the three IDs placed on the counter, and quickly opened the first two. When it was Fu Yizheng's turn, he glanced at the photo of the ID card.

A few years ago, she was tender, with a hint of disdain between her brows. She is still a few months older than him, 17 years old.

He turns seventeen early next month.

After one o'clock, almost no one came to the Internet cafe.

Yingxing is a big Internet cafe, so there is another girl who works as an Internet administrator with him.

Han Yu smiled, "Sister, call me if you need something."

The girl smiled and said, "Okay."

Han Yu sleeps on the table. He doesn't have many hobbies. Sleeping is one of them, and he is also the one who persists the longest. He can sleep anywhere.

Sleeping in a daze, he felt someone patting his shoulder. Han Yu opened his sunken eyelids, saw who it was, and said vaguely, "Sister, what's wrong?"

The girl bypassed Hei Jing's counter, came in and sat down to look at him, her face was blushing, and said with embarrassment: "120 No. [-] machine has a flickering screen, I can't fix it, he keeps calling the network administrator, why don't you help me?"

Han Yu: "..." Isn't that Fu Yizhao's machine?Well, how can the screen flash.Wouldn't it be good to replace the splash screen?

Still keep yelling, yelling, looking for trouble!

Brother Yu woke up most of the time after dozing off, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll go and have a look."

The girl nodded, her eyes slightly relaxed.

Obviously just been made things difficult.

Han Yu came out and walked towards the private room.

I want to see if there is something wrong with the machine, or if there is something wrong with Fu Yizhang's brain.