Fu Yuhan drew a very small star on a sheet of silver shiny paper, cut it out with a small knife, then started mixing resin to build it up. He worked very meticulously. Zhou Xiangyan felt his legs getting sore from standing before he saw him create a star with thickness.
The UV resin material was transparent, and combined with the shiny paper sealed inside, it sparkled under the light.
Zhou Xiangyan thought he was finished.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Fu Yuhan take out a bottle of blue-tinted nail polish from the drawer.
Zhou Xiangyan: “…”
“Ge,” he couldn’t help asking, “why do you have this kind of thing that only girls play with?”
Fu Yuhan’s hand paused, and he turned to look at him.
Zhou Xiangyan immediately shivered: “…Should I not have spoken?”
“Right.” Fu Yuhan said, “And… you don’t have a girlfriend, do you?”
“No, I don’t. What’s wrong?”
“If you say that in front of any girl with a bit of a temper, you’ll get beaten up.” Fu Yuhan lowered his head again and said softly, “What do you mean ‘only girls play with’…”
Zhou Xiangyan didn’t quite understand what was wrong with that statement. Weren’t nail polish and UV resin things that girls played with?
But he didn’t dare ask anymore.
Fu Yuhan brushed a layer of nail polish on the star to color it, set the star aside to dry, then found a glass cup-shaped object and poured the transparent resin into it.
The room was very quiet. The process happening in the “cup” wasn’t as intuitive as making the star. Zhou Xiangyan watched for a while but couldn’t make sense of it and felt somewhat bored. He thought for a moment, didn’t dare make a sound, and tiptoed to the living room.
The table was clean.
He usually played on the computer at home until the last moment before starting homework, but Fu Yuhan’s computer was in his own room, and Zhou Xiangyan didn’t dare make too many demands. He played on his phone in the living room for a while, found it boring, and for the first time ever, took out his homework early to start working.
However, facts proved that any “doing homework early” was just a paper tiger.
After finishing one subject’s homework, he couldn’t sit still anymore and rustled back to Fu Yuhan’s room.
The “cup” from earlier had been set aside, and Fu Yuhan had already taken out what was inside—a beautiful transparent resin ball. Different shades of blue resin inside looked like wind and smoke, stationary yet flowing. Near the upper center, the star Fu Yuhan had made earlier was suspended, refracting different colors from every angle.
A small connecting device had been embedded at the top of the resin ball, with a black short cord threaded through it. Fu Yuhan was polishing the surface.
“So beautiful…” Zhou Xiangyan couldn’t help but sigh.
“If you like it, you can learn to make one too.” Fu Yuhan didn’t turn around, “This isn’t difficult.”
“What a master considers ‘not difficult’ and what I consider ‘not difficult’ are usually not the same thing.” Zhou Xiangyan had accurate self-awareness, “How about you give me one, ge?”
Fu Yuhan was very cold: “Dream on.”
Zhou Xiangyan: “…You’re too heartless.”
Fu Yuhan finally finished polishing the ball and set it aside. Zhou Xiangyan thought he would pack up and do homework or something, but unexpectedly Fu Yuhan pulled out an unfinished resin phone case from his drawer.
The content was a painting that looked like a couple’s photo.
“Who is this?”
“None of your business,” Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, “If you don’t want to be kicked out, don’t talk.”
“…Oh.” Zhou Xiangyan was somewhat envious, “It’s really beautiful…”
This painting was drawn by Fu Yuhan the night before, based on the photo Yang Fan had posted over the weekend.
Although… Wen Yu had told him not to look.
Fu Yuhan didn’t like dragging things out. He had promised Yang Fan at the birthday party to make a couple’s phone case, and it came up again a couple days ago, so he just took it out to work on. He had originally planned to draw a little figure for Zhao Tong in a symmetrical pose, but after several failed attempts, he had to abandon this idea and instead copy the photo.
He wasn’t a qualified artist—his drawing skills were affected by emotions. Even now while making the phone case, his heart felt densely painful, so painful he could barely hold his tools.
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The next morning, Fu Yuhan brought the resin ball to Wen Yu.
Not knowing what Wen Yu had been doing the night before, when he arrived at school in the morning, his face was full of the irritation of not being fully awake. In the past, no matter how irritated he was, he’d at least put on a fake smile, but recently he’d been forcing himself to “stop pretending.” Fu Yuhan had already heard several girls privately saying that Wen Yu had become scary.
Fu Yuhan thought this person was scary to begin with.
Being genuine wasn’t bad at all. In his view, at least Wen Yu could be more comfortable with himself.
If negative emotions weren’t released, people would eventually be driven crazy.
However, when Fu Yuhan gave him the gift, Wen Yu’s expression clearly improved a lot: “You made this in one night?”
“Mm.”
“Did you stay up late?”
“Not really, I finished homework and it was just past two.” Fu Yuhan squinted and restrained himself from yawning, “That doesn’t count as staying up late.”
“…There’s no need to rush like that next time. Lack of sleep affects concentration.” Wen Yu held the small ball and looked at it for a while, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning up, “Thank you, I really like it.”
Fu Yuhan had only strung it with a meaningless short cord—he could change it to hang whatever he needed, as a pendant or keychain or anything.
Fu Yuhan watched him stuff the resin ball into his drawer before saying: “Isn’t the competition tomorrow? What kind of encouragement would it be if it’s late… As long as you like it.”
Wen Yu glanced at him: “If I asked for encouragement, would you give it?”
That really didn’t waste his all-nighter gluing Gundam fragments.
“This is part of my ‘please be human’ plan,” Fu Yuhan said, “to prevent you from constantly making fun of me and doing that ‘internal digestion’ thing.”
Wen Yu: “…”
What Gundam was he gluing!
“No,” Wen Yu really couldn’t stand it anymore, “When you give people gifts, can’t you say something nice?”
“…Yesterday when Zhou Xiangyan asked me for a gift and I didn’t give him one, does that count?”
“…” Wen Yu wasn’t very satisfied, “Barely counts—hey, what time did he leave last night?”
“He didn’t leave.” Fu Yuhan said, “He slept on my desk all night.”
“…Then where did you sleep?”
“The bed.” Fu Yuhan looked at him, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Wen Yu smiled at him.
Fu Yuhan’s room—he’d been there once. The desk was next to the bed.
That meant yesterday Zhou Xiangyan had spent the night beside Fu Yuhan.
Be-side.
Never mind whether Zhou Xiangyan was straight or whether he didn’t even touch Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu still felt that he and Zhou Xiangyan now had a grudge.
Wen Yu’s day started with a gift, but everything after was annoying—
After school in the afternoon, he and Fu Yuhan went out the school gate together to “find food” as usual, but saw Fu Yuhan absent-mindedly answer a phone call, then pull him into a small alley nearby.
“Yang Fan?!” Wen Yu was very surprised to see Yang Fan avoiding the peak crowd in front of Third High’s main gate, standing near the entrance of that small alley, “How did you get here… aren’t you in class?”
“I snuck out early… cough cough, well…” Yang Fan endured Fu Yuhan’s frost-like gaze and scratched his head with an embarrassed smile, “I went out with Tongtong over the weekend, and I was showing off by lending her my jacket, then caught a cold… This afternoon the school nurse sent me to the hospital for an IV.”
No wonder he could make it to Third High during dismissal time, and wasn’t wearing his school uniform.
But…
“What are you here for?” Wen Yu asked.
“Why are you being so cold?” Yang Fan’s illness didn’t affect his joking around. He put on a dramatic mournful expression and said, “Can’t I come to Third High to see you guys?”
“Promise me,” Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and coldly took out a small bag from his backpack to hand to him, “speak properly, okay? That tone is too disgusting.”
“Can’t you learn from me and mutually hurt each other… cough cough…” Yang Fan opened the bag and took out the contents, “Wow! So beautiful! Thank you, cough cough, thank you Xiao Han! Mua!”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
Wen Yu: “…”
Wen Yu was about to be driven crazy by Fu Yuhan.
He wasn’t petty enough to forbid Fu Yuhan from making gifts for others while making one for him, but why did he have to make this phone case?
He told him not to look at Moments, so why did he go back to look?
Some people desensitize themselves by choosing to wait for time to pass.
Fu Yuhan desensitized himself by choosing to inflict slow torture on himself.
Admittedly, stabbing yourself knife by knife until you became numb to pain was a very effective desensitization method, but it was too cruel to oneself. For a moment, Wen Yu almost wanted to resent Yang Fan on Fu Yuhan’s behalf.
He was smiling so happily, he knew nothing… why should he get to?
“Talk less when you’re coughing.” After Fu Yuhan said this flatly, he suddenly turned to glance at Wen Yu beside him and reminded: “Your phone is vibrating.”
Wen Yu turned his eyes over gloomily: “You…”
“Mm?”
“Never mind, it’s nothing.” Wen Yu lowered his eyes and took out his phone.
Yang Fan being straight was his opportunity, otherwise with Fu Yuhan’s stubborn unrequited love, he would be in more pain now.
He should thank Yang Fan after all.
Since Fu Yuhan liked self-torture, he had no right to interfere anyway.
The call was from the driver, who usually only contacted him when coming to pick him up for dinner. Wen Yu’s mood immediately got worse: “Hello?”
As expected, the other end was talking about going to dinner. Wen Yu replied irritably: “Why so sudden… didn’t I say I’d be very busy in senior year? How is Wen Ziming so free?”
“…Fine, I got it.” After listening for a while, Wen Yu hung up and looked at the two of them, “My dad is calling me to dinner…”
Declining his father’s dinner invitation would inevitably lead to arguments. Usually Wen Yu would avoid it if he could.
But he thought, if Fu Yuhan could ask him to stay, it wouldn’t be impossible to decline.
Fu Yuhan: “Then you go, I’ll take Yang Fan to Red Clay Kitchen.”
Yang Fan clutched his heart dramatically: “You actually still remember I love Red Clay Kitchen!”
“…How could I forget.” Fu Yuhan glanced at him.
Wen Yu: “…”
“I’m leaving.” he said.
Neither of them paid much attention, since it was normal for someone to be unable to participate in friends’ dinners due to last-minute issues—family matters were important. Yang Fan was even particularly considerate, saying: “I’ll treat you next time!”
Fortunately, before Wen Yu got angry enough to ascend to heaven, Fu Yuhan at least reminded him: “Have a better attitude, try not to fight.”
“Probably unavoidable.” Wen Yu said.
“Then fight if you must, but don’t let it affect your mood.” Fu Yuhan raised his chin, “Your family’s car is here.”
A conspicuous black Maserati slowly drove through the crowd.
“Wow, that Maserati again.” Yang Fan clicked his tongue, “Go on, have a smooth journey, Da Yu’er.”
“…’Da Yu’er’ is what kind of weird nickname?” Wen Yu was about to leave but almost tripped over his words.
“You’re big, so you’re Da Yu’er.” Yang Fan patted Fu Yuhan’s shoulder, “This is Xiao, cough cough, Xiao Yu’er.”
“Stop talking when you’re coughing, please, it’s disgusting.” After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he looked at Wen Yu, “Go ahead.”
Wen Yu looked at him deeply.
Then turned and left.
It wasn’t until Wen Yu got in the car that Yang Fan’s playful expression gradually faded. He asked: “Yu-ge doesn’t get along well with his dad?”
“Mm? Yeah, I heard so.” Fu Yuhan thought and said, “I’m not very clear about it, you know I don’t like prying. I guess it’s because his dad controls him too strictly… Yu-ge is actually quite a wild person.”
“…Are we talking about the same Wen Yu?”
After saying this, Yang Fan sighed again: “Sigh, but he never talked about these things before. I didn’t expect that after transferring here for two months, his relationship with you not only seems to have wiped the slate clean of old grudges, but even appears better than us friends who’ve been together for two years.”
Fu Yuhan was stunned.
Come to think of it, Wen Yu really seemed to…
Yang Fan didn’t notice his expression and continued talking: “Sigh, I’m so jealous. I was here first, so why isn’t Yu-ge’s best friend me… cough cough.”
Only then did Fu Yuhan come back to his senses. He pushed him and said quietly: “If you keep being silly, we won’t be able to get a table at Red Clay Kitchen.”
“Damn, no way—let’s go go go, never mind who Yu-ge is close to, my Red Clay Kitchen is more important!”
Yang Fan raised his arm and pulled Fu Yuhan along as they ran like good buddies.
Just like many times before.
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