two sons three fathers

Chapter 87

The quiet time is too long, and the atmosphere is too depressing.

As he imagined, Han Yuanchuan did not agree with them.

Han Yu himself tried in vain to find approval.

Han Yu raised his eyes to look at Han Yuanchuan, Han Yuanchuan remained silent, his eyes were full of deterrence, and the resistance conveyed directly to the bottom of his heart.

Han Yu got up and approached slowly, put his hands on his knees, knelt down with his head bowed, and said, "Dad."

"Brother Yu—" Fu Yizheng immediately went to pull him up.

Han Yu shook his head, pushed away his outstretched hand, knelt down with his shoulders straight, and said, "Go out first with Yun'er, and wait for me outside."

The tone was too serious, and Fu Yizhang didn't dare to go up and pull it for a moment.He hugged Han Yun who was crying, got up and opened the closed door, and stood outside the door again, looking back at Han Yu's back.

Han Yu knelt down without looking back at him.

Fu Yizhen finally closed the door and went out.

There were only two people kneeling and sitting in the room.

"Do you want to threaten me, or do you want me to compromise?" Han Yuanchuan gritted his teeth and said angrily.

The voice over the top of the head was so cold that it seemed cold, which chilled Han Yu's heart a little bit.

Han Yu smiled bitterly.

He felt that his expression must be ugly, and that was probably the case when he was helpless.

Han Yu sighed and stated slowly: "Dad, don't you want to know why I moved to school? I'll tell you everything now."

"This matter...starts when I find out that you have a home outside..."

Han Yuanchuan's expression froze slightly.Han Yu continued to talk, talking about his past with Fu Yizhang, and those days without Han Yuanchuan, how he got here.

On the days when he moved away, and during the Chinese New Year, he was always at other people's homes, and the people who accompanied him were all Fu Yizheng.

"I never thought about being separated from him," Han Yu said in a low voice, so tense that he could hardly utter a sound, "Without him, I feel homeless."

Han Yu wiped away the tears that had slipped down unconsciously, and grunted.

He doesn't hate Han Yuanchuan, this is his father, other than Fu Yizhang and Han Yun, his relatives.

Han Yu continued: "No matter what, you are my father. Thank you for raising me. Maybe I will tell you at the beginning, so you and your sister don't have to worry about me."

"Dad," Han Yu raised his lowered head, looked at Han Yuanchuan, and said, "Let them all go home."

When Han Yuanchuan heard this, his face that had not changed for many years moved. His fingertips resting on the table trembled, and his head slowly drooped.

Han Yu went over on his knees, stepped forward to hold his hand, choked up and said, "I know this is too sudden, you can't accept it, you can't agree with him for the time being, it doesn't matter, I can keep him from appearing in front of you. "

Han Yuanchuan tightened his hand and squeezed his hand.Han Yu was in some pain, but he let those big rough hands hold him without saying a word.

He didn't want to feel sorry for Han Yuanchuan.

At least speaking out, he can feel less burdened.

After a while, Han Yuanchuan let go of his hand, leaning his elbows on the table, his hair was messed up, and he held his head in pain with his hands.

The room fell into dead silence again.

Outside, in the corridor of the hotel, Fu Yizhang walked back and forth holding Han Yun in his arms.Ten minutes passed, and he didn't know when the room was going to talk.

"Tuanzi, is your brother okay?"

When he asked, Han Yun cried.

Fu Yizhen frowned and said to himself, "Why don't you take your brother back?"

He babbled on by himself, and asked a child of a certain age to discuss it. Han Yun's eyes were red and swollen, obviously unable to provide any useful ideas.

Fu Yizheng quickly swayed to the door, raised his hand and clenched his fist, hesitated a few times before retreating, and continued to sway in the corridor.

Seeing his anxious expression, the hotel staff came up to him and asked him, what happened?

Fu Yizheng said lightly that it was all right, kept looking at the red door of the hotel, then put his ear to the door, listening carefully to the movement inside.

Except for the sound of the pinna rubbing against the door, there was no movement, at least no hands.

But his brother Yu is still kneeling.

How long do you have to kneel?

No, Han Yuanchuan didn't agree, so he kept kneeling until he agreed. No matter how you look at it, Han Yu's father would not agree.

This will not work!

After another ten minutes of torment, seeing that Han Yu hadn't come out, Fu Yizhen couldn't bear it anymore, and knocked on the door patiently.

The door rang twice.

Hearing the sound, the people inside the door all came back to their senses.

Han Yuanchuan's eyes were already full of red threads. He turned his face and looked at the recognizable handprints on Han Yu's face. But I don't know how to express what I want to say correctly.

He sighed a long time, and said: "Go back to class first, my sister has to go back to my aunt."

With a few "bang bang bang", the people outside the door added strength.

"Let's go." Han Yuanchuan said in a very hoarse voice.

Han Yu stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, and opened the door with weak legs.Outside the door, Fu Yizheng was raising his hand, intending to knock on the door. Believe it or not, they couldn't hear him.

The moment he saw Han Yu, he slowly lowered his fist.

Looking at each other, Han Yu's eyes were red, and there were tears on his face that were not wiped away. He looked very pitiful.

Fu Yizheng's eyes were slightly hot, and he flattened his mouth and said, "I shouldn't have listened to you!"

Han Yu's tears rolled again, Han Yun stretched out her hand, her warm palm kept wiping away his tears, and said, "Brother, don't cry, don't cry~"

The older one couldn't stop, and the younger one started to sob again.

With red eyes, Fu Yixuan said childishly: "Come with me, you are the one who can piss people off the most."

Han Yu wiped his tears with his cuff, and gave a soft "um".

Han Yu took Han Yun over, put it down, squatted down, and explained to her: "Go to Dad, brother will not take you away, and brother will go to play with you when he has time."

Han Yun suddenly stopped crying, and stared at him blankly, as if she knew that her brother had discovered her secret.

Seeing her dumbfounded, Han Yu smiled lightly and said, "Brother knew earlier, it's not a secret, and I will call him Dad from now on."

"Go to Dad." Han Yu supported her thin shoulders.

Han Yun stared at him motionless for a long time.

Han Yu smiled at her, stood up and said to Fu Yixuan, "Let's go."

The door closed slowly, and Han Yun's small figure was not far behind the door, and at the edge of the table behind was Han Yuanchuan looking up at him.

The expression was tangled, sad, and seemed to have countless unspoken words.

Han Yuanchuan didn't say anything to him in the end.

The door was completely closed, blocking two familiar faces.

"Come up, I'll carry you." Fu Yizhang held him back, "Your father agrees to let you go with me?"

Han Yu walked around behind him, with the weight of his whole body on his back, and said softly, "Yi Yan."

Fu Yizhen hugged his legs and sent his body up a little.Han Yu's hands hung down in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yizheng's tone was filled with sadness and helplessness.

After leaving the hotel, there was a row of street lamps on the side of the street. The lights illuminated the two figures, and the shadows walking on the ground were slowly elongated.

Han Yu sighed and replied, "No."

Fu Yizheng carried him on his back, feeling the warmth on his back, feeling at ease.

After walking a few steps, Han Yu continued: "But, what's the matter?"

They will still be together.

Fu Yizheng walked along the road ahead, and didn't want to take a taxi either.He wanted to enjoy the cool breeze with Han Yu.

Fu Yizheng murmured: "I've been waiting outside for centuries, I'm afraid you can't think about it alone, and do something to obey him."

Han Yu tightened his arms, wrapped around his neck, and muttered, "I don't want to go to school."

"Aren't you a good student?" Fu Yizhao raised his head and asked him.

Han Yu put his chin on his shoulder, turned his face to see the high nose tip, shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to be any good students, good sons, and those with good characters."

Fu Yizheng laughed, "So rebellious?"

"It's okay, I'm not a good person in the first place," Han Yu rubbed his cold lips against Fu Yizheng's neck, "I have itchy teeth, and I still want to bite."

They didn't know where they were going aimlessly, so they kept walking along the open street shops and the traffic beside the car.

Fu Yizheng heard the words: "The whole neck is yours."

The cold lips rubbed against the warm skin twice, Han Yu raised his head and bit his ear, then leaned his head back and said, "I'm hungry~"

"What do you want to eat?" Fu Yizhang said, "Should we buy some and cook at home?"

Before Han Yu came here, Fu Yizhang's call came first.

It's Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was furious and said on the phone, "If you don't skip class for a year, you have committed another crime. You still have your mobile phone, so hurry up and go back to study at night."

"How long have you been studying at night!"

"I think you two want to write a review!!"

Fu Yizhen frowned and curled the corners of his mouth, with a bad expression, "Brother Yu, how are you?"

Han Yu clasped his shoulders with both hands, "How about playing something big?"

"What's the plan?" Fu Yizhang felt that he was about to rebel.

"What's the point of escaping to study at night?" Han Yu said indifferently, "I won't go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Three days later, on the beach on the coast of country D, the two had already rested on the island for an afternoon.Three days ago, the two went home to collect their things, went on a walk-and-go trip, and bought tickets overnight to fly here.

It was sunset.

The dark red light of the setting sun in the sky faded slowly with the tide, and the sea water still gently slapped the exposed soles of the feet.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yizheng turned over, with half of his body pressed against the shoulder of the lying person, "How many self-criticisms do you think we have to write when we go back?"

Han Yu lazily opened his eyes, squinted them, looked at him through the starry sky, and laughed, "Ten thousand."

Covering his wet hair with his big hand, Fu Yizheng whispered softly, "When do you want to go back?"

"It depends on my mood." Han Yu closed his eyes and said.

Fu Yizheng's fingertips slid across his forehead, eyebrows, and restlessly landed on his lips, rubbing his fingertips left and right.

very itchy.

Han Yu curled his lips into a smile, hugged his neck with both hands, and raised his chin.After Fu Yizheng chuckled, he kissed him.

The two kissed tenderly.

After a short kiss, Fu Yizhang bit his lips.

Han Yu frowned and said, "Don't bite, it hurts."

The two hugged into a ball, rolled along the slope of the beach, and rolled to the edge of the shallow water, the sound of the water was close to the ears.

Cold water rushed over, Han Yu's eyes closed tightly, the sound of water splashing in his ears, and the shallow buoyancy dragging his body.

It feels suffocating and refreshing, as if all the congested emotions have been released together.

When the tide receded, hearing suddenly became clear.

There is wind and laughter.