Fu Yuhan caused a huge scene at third aunt’s house, smashing his cousin’s Lego set.
He rarely got so angry, and combined with that cold aura about him, he was like a hell demon, scaring the spoiled brat cousin who had never been yelled at into wailing and crying.
Actually, normally his temper wasn’t as bad as it seemed. When his cousin had taken valuable old items from him before, he would at most argue with his mother a couple times and wouldn’t make a scene at third aunt’s house.
He thought he had done well enough. He really didn’t like to fuss over so much.
But why did they have to touch even his model?
Fu Yuhan truly didn’t understand.
“Fu Yuhan! Are you crazy? Coming all the way here to smash your little brother’s toys?”
“If I don’t smash some of his stuff, he won’t know not to touch other people’s things.” Fu Yuhan stared coldly at third aunt, pointing at his cousin who was crying loudly, saying word by word, “Also, I can’t control you coming to find my mom at home, but if he enters my room one more time, I can beat him until even you don’t recognize him.”
Third aunt had probably never been talked back to like this. Her eyes widened in shock: “What are you saying? Do you know who you’re talking to? You’re such a grown-up yet you’re fighting with your little brother over a toy. Why is your temper so bad?”
“I know what I’m saying and I know who I’m talking to. This is my attitude. If you don’t believe me, you can try and see if your son ends up in the hospital next time.” Fu Yuhan dropped this line and prepared to leave. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back, “Oh right, third aunt.”
He looked directly into third aunt’s eyes that were so terrified they seemed about to pop out, “You and your sister are really identically arrogant.”
So arrogant that they never bothered to ask what he thought.
As if despite growing so tall and big, he couldn’t think and had no emotions.
Truly sisters.
Even the things they said were similar.
“What kind of attitude is this? How can you talk to an elder like this? Fu Yuhan! Fu Yuhan!! Come back here! I’m going to tell your mother—”
Go tell her, Fu Yuhan thought.
Whatever.
He wasn’t going to indulge them anymore.
Fu Yuhan quickly walked out of the apartment building, left this residential complex that annoyed him just to look at, and walked aimlessly while rubbing the broken piece of the Gundam model with his fingers.
He felt both angry and confused, not knowing where to go or what to do now.
Even though it was a sports meet day, senior students still had homework. He had several test papers in his bag that he hadn’t done, but he couldn’t muster the energy.
He didn’t know how long he’d been walking when Fu Yuhan suddenly stopped.
This place was in the middle of nowhere with nothing around, but he knew where the route he’d unconsciously taken led to.
Yang Fan’s house.
Yang Fan’s house was very close to his childhood home. Back then, whether Fu Yuhan was happy or not, whether he had something going on or not, he would run to Yang Fan’s house to play without needing to call ahead.
But as they gradually grew up and each had their own affairs, plus certain awareness taking root and sprouting, visiting required the additional step of calling ahead.
Later, when his parents divorced and he moved farther away, and schoolwork became heavier, Fu Yuhan visited less and less.
The small shops by the roadside held up brilliant patches of light in the pitch-black night. Fu Yuhan stared ahead in a daze for a while, then suddenly sighed and walked over to sit on a stone block by the roadside, taking out his phone to message Yang Fan.
He didn’t want to go home tonight, so he needed to find himself a place to stay.
Fu Yuhan: What time do you get out of school?
Yang Fan: 10 o’clock, what’s up?
Fu Yuhan: Nothing.
Yang Fan: ?? Bro, if something’s up just say it, why are you being like this with me too?
Fu Yuhan: It’s not a big deal, let’s talk after you get out of school.
That was fine—he needed some time to organize his words anyway.
Back when they were classmates and lived nearby, their parents knew each other. Yang Fan could be said to be the only friend who understood his tangled family situation. Since he planned to ask to stay over, he should at least explain the cause and effect.
It was only after 7 PM now—there were still several hours until 10 o’clock.
…
Fu Yuhan sat on the stone block for a long time. Midway he got a bit hungry, remembering he hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so he went nearby to buy two meat pies to fill his stomach, then sat back down.
He watched clingy couples walk by, and also saw married couples arguing as they walked; he saw students rushing to tutoring, and also saw office workers just getting off work.
Many, many people of all kinds, showing their true faces under the night sky.
They all had destinations, only he didn’t.
After spacing out for half an hour, he took out his sketchbook from his bag and started drawing by the bit of light from a small bar’s entrance not far away.
“…Fu Yuhan?”
He didn’t know how much time had passed when a familiar voice suddenly came from nearby. Fu Yuhan looked up and actually saw Wen Yu in the shadows.
He was dressed very differently from usual—a black shirt with three buttons undone, his pale chest faintly visible at the overlapping collar, the shirt hem hanging outside, wearing fitted casual pants on his legs.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, his whole face expressionless and somber, his skin even paler than usual. Correspondingly, those eyes were so black they seemed bottomless.
This was the first time Fu Yuhan had seen Wen Yu like this. He was stunned for several seconds and almost didn’t dare recognize him.
Seeing Fu Yuhan look up, Wen Yu walked forward two steps, moving from the shadows into the light. At this moment, Fu Yuhan suddenly noticed he was wearing a diamond stud earring in his left ear, catching a bit of light from the roadside lamp.
Sure enough, what he’d seen in his ear last time was indeed a piercing.
Wen Yu approached, his voice slightly hoarse: “What are you doing here?”
Fu Yuhan frowned and instinctively leaned back: “How much did you drink?”
“Not much.”
“…Really?”
Fu Yuhan almost thought Wen Yu had just been fished out of a wine vat. Even though they were still several steps apart, he could already smell the overwhelming alcohol scent on him.
“Really not much,” Wen Yu smiled. “Does it smell bad?”
“Not really,” Fu Yuhan sat back down, “just not used to it.”
Even people who drink might not be able to stand the smell of alcohol on others, let alone Fu Yuhan who didn’t have a drinking problem himself.
Wen Yu looked down at him for a few seconds, then suddenly took two more steps forward: “Then just bear with the smell.”
“…”
This person’s malicious streak would pop up from time to time, really annoying. Fu Yuhan was displeased and snorted coldly: “Fine, I’ll smell it. It’s just a little odor.”
A man’s pride was greater than the sky, and with his bad mood tonight, he couldn’t lose to Wen Yu over such a small matter no matter what.
Wen Yu chuckled lowly and started a different topic. Perhaps because he’d been drinking, he spoke slowly, and his downward gaze at Fu Yuhan’s sketchbook carried more focused attention.
“You’re sitting here drawing in the middle of the night?”
“You can think of it that way.”
“What good spirits.”
Fu Yuhan ignored him and continued drawing. He was drawing the house across the street, and halfway through, he didn’t want to be interrupted by Wen Yu.
But Wen Yu clearly had other ideas.
He probably had an addiction to bothering people. Just when Fu Yuhan was most absorbed, he reached out to grab something from his bag.
To be precise, something sticking out from a gap by the edge of his messenger bag pocket.
“Dismantler RX-93? You actually have this—” Halfway through pulling out the model, Wen Yu saw the break on it and paused. “How did it get like this?”
“Bad luck.” Fu Yuhan didn’t look back. “Stupid parents, stupid spoiled kid.”
He didn’t stop Wen Yu from touching it—the thing was broken anyway.
Broken parts would always show traces no matter how you put them back together. It couldn’t be fixed.
Before Wen Yu appeared, he’d been sad for several hours, but now he actually seemed quite calm.
Wen Yu didn’t speak. He bent down and took the model’s body and broken arm from Fu Yuhan’s messenger bag, examining them under the light for quite a while.
“Really good craftsmanship.” Just when Fu Yuhan thought Wen Yu wasn’t going to say anything, Wen Yu spoke again. “I didn’t manage to buy this one.”
“A young master like you couldn’t buy it?” Fu Yuhan glanced at him.
This glance somewhat surprised him.
Even though it was a broken Gundam, Wen Yu’s movements were very careful, his gaze extremely focused. For some reason, Fu Yuhan suddenly had the feeling that “this person isn’t acting right now, but really likes Gundam.”
“During the time it was released, my dad was always at home, so I couldn’t buy it.” Wen Yu said softly. “He doesn’t like me playing with these things. I can only secretly buy them when he’s not home.”
Fu Yuhan looked at him for a while.
“If you really like it that much, I’ll give it to you.”
Wen Yu was slightly stunned.
The gaze he cast over made Fu Yuhan suddenly feel a bit uncomfortable. He turned his head away and said indifferently: “It’s broken anyway… and can’t be fixed.”
The street scene still had details left to draw. Fu Yuhan hurriedly finished up, closed his sketchbook, rummaged through his bag, and stuffed all the fragments of the Gundam model to Wen Yu.
“Alright, alright, take it and go quickly.” Fu Yuhan started shooing him away. “You’re blocking my drawing.”
There were still over ten minutes until 10 o’clock. He didn’t want to call Yang Fan in front of Wen Yu.
“I don’t want to owe you a favor.” Wen Yu suddenly said. “You gave me something, so I have to give you something back.”
The tone of this statement was different from usual. Fu Yuhan suspected he was drunk: “What are you going to give me?”
Wen Yu didn’t answer.
“If you won’t say, then leave. I need to draw.”
“I’ll tell you.” Wen Yu paused for a moment, then said slowly, “Don’t you have nowhere to go?”
Fu Yuhan was stunned.
“Yang Fan just asked me on WeChat if something happened at the sports meet today.” Wen Yu stared at him. “Quite a few things happened at the sports meet today. Which one do you think I should tell him about?”
“…Yang Fan asked you to come?”
Wen Yu blinked: “How is that possible? I just happened to be passing by.”
Fu Yuhan fell silent.
Thinking about it carefully, that made sense. He hadn’t told Yang Fan where he was yet, so even if Yang Fan wanted to tip someone off, he couldn’t have told Wen Yu his exact coordinates.
There was nothing wrong with Yang Fan being worried about him not wanting to talk and asking his classmate Wen Yu about it.
But he was a bit unhappy.
How to put it… he thought he had some little secrets with Yang Fan behind Wen Yu’s back, but his love rival actually knew everything, which was very frustrating.
“Don’t you have nowhere to go?” Wen Yu asked again.
“Yes,” Fu Yuhan said irritably, “is it interesting to see me in such a sorry state?”
Wen Yu neither laughed nor was particularly serious. His expression was subtle: “Then… do you want to come to my place?”
“Huh?”
“I live alone, so you don’t need to worry about running into parents…”
“No,” Fu Yuhan didn’t understand, “Yang Fan’s mom likes me quite a bit. Why would I go to your place instead of staying at Yang Fan’s house?”
“But since I know you need a place to stay, how could I let you go alone?” Wen Yu asked back. “Did you forget we’re love rivals?”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
“Either we go to Yang Fan’s house together,” Wen Yu said, “or come to my place. Choose one.”
Fu Yuhan was dumbfounded.
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