More frightening than an often hysterical person losing emotional control is when someone who has integrated pretense into their habits loses emotional control. From when they met until now, this was the first time Fu Yuhan had seen Wen Yu like this.
Honestly, he was a bit worried.
He didn’t know what had happened to him, didn’t know why he was suddenly angry.
Accompanying Yang Fan to buy things wasn’t that painful. If Yang Fan hadn’t been sitting across from him, he would have explained to Wen Yu just now.
This was his habitual way, which might be a little sad, but only a little.
To be honest, growing up, even playing sports he’d been injured and felt pain. Compared to this kind of dense needle-like pain, there wasn’t much difference in degree. Fu Yuhan felt he wasn’t that fragile.
It was just that this kind of pain was more frequent at the beginning.
After eating, Fu Yuhan accompanied Yang Fan to catch a ride.
Compared to him, Yang Fan had never seen what Wen Yu looked like when he was “in a bad mood,” so he was more worried. Before getting in the car, he kept reminding Fu Yuhan to contact him if anything happened.
“I know, I won’t forget.” Fu Yuhan couldn’t help but pat him, “What about you, if you don’t leave soon, you might as well stay and attend evening self-study with me.”
“…That won’t work, I still need to buy the gift.” Yang Fan said as he got into the taxi, “I’m leaving… cough cough cough, bye.”
“Bye.” Fu Yuhan said softly.
His slightly upturned lips quickly dropped after the taxi left this street, and the distant streetlights formed yellow halos on his retina.
…How was he becoming like Wen Yu, needing to maintain a fake smile even in front of Yang Fan?
Fu Yuhan smiled self-mockingly and turned to walk back.
He didn’t walk fast, keeping an eye on the traffic heading toward Third High to see if there was that low-key yet pretentious Maserati among the cars. But there wasn’t—every car was hurrying along, and none of them contained Wen Yu.
Fu Yuhan had a bad feeling.
After entering the school gate, he unconsciously quickened his pace, striding up the stairs.
Ge Ran had already returned. Class 6’s classroom door was open with quite a few people sitting inside. Fu Yuhan entered through the back door and scanned around, but didn’t see Wen Yu anywhere.
And there were still about ten minutes before evening self-study began.
“Fu-ge? What are you standing here for?”
“Nothing.”
Someone walked in behind him. Fu Yuhan snapped back to attention and moved aside to let them pass. For some reason, he inexplicably felt that Wen Yu might not show up tonight.
He spaced out for a while.
The supervising teacher hadn’t come yet. Fu Yuhan thought for a moment, took out his phone and dialed again. The other end was still showing the phone was turned off. He put down the phone and walked toward Ge Ran’s seat: “Ge Ran.”
Ge Ran was reading a book. Upon hearing this, she stiffened for a moment, then quickly put down her book, smoothed her hair by her temples, and turned to smile at him: “What’s wrong?”
“Has Wen Yu contacted you?” He lowered his eyes and asked quietly, “About asking for leave or anything?”
“No?” Ge Ran said, “What, do you want to ask for leave for him?”
“…Ah,” Fu Yuhan hesitated, “please do. He has something tonight and doesn’t know when he can get back.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll note it down.”
After saying this, Fu Yuhan returned to his seat.
The few minutes before evening self-study were when the most students who had gone out to eat returned. Almost every minute the class got noisier, but the seat next to Fu Yuhan remained empty.
When the class bell finally rang, Fu Yuhan suddenly looked down.
In the dark desk compartment, stacks of books and test papers were piled on both sides, and in the empty gap in the middle lay a reflective bead.
He hadn’t taken it—that lucky star.
Fu Yuhan suddenly felt an indescribable unpleasant feeling in his heart.
There was a ten-minute break in the middle of evening self-study. Fu Yuhan waited until then to make another call, but still couldn’t get through. Yang Fan sent a message asking about the situation, and Fu Yuhan replied “he didn’t come back.”
Yang Fan: I called him too, phone’s off.
Yang Fan: There’s nothing we can do. If we can’t find him, worrying won’t help. Let’s talk tomorrow.
Fu Yuhan: Mm, that’s all we can do.
—Was that really all they could do?
Fu Yuhan was somewhat action-oriented. After thinking for a whole class period, he didn’t go home after school but instead walked into the residential complex where Wen Yu lived.
Having come frequently, the security guards were already familiar with him and let him through without much obstruction. Fu Yuhan made his way to Wen Yu’s door with practiced ease and knocked.
No one answered.
He knocked again, still no one.
“Where did he go…” Fu Yuhan frowned slightly.
Only at this moment did he suddenly realize that there were still many mysteries about Wen Yu. He could tell whether he was genuinely happy or politely pretending, but he couldn’t tell who his parents were, where his home was, or which corner of the city he might be eating dinner or arguing with his father in.
Wen Yu never mentioned these things.
Once he actively turned off his phone, he was completely out of contact as far as his classmates were concerned.
Fu Yuhan sat down on the stairs in front of the door, thought for nearly twenty minutes, then took out his phone and called Fourth Brother.
This was the only person he knew who had contact with Wen Yu “beyond school scope,” but Fourth Brother was equally clueless about his whereabouts.
“Xiao Qi? That’s just how he is.” Fourth Brother was quite relaxed about it, “Don’t worry, nothing will happen to him… Don’t you know his bad temper? This isn’t the first day he’s had a bad relationship with his dad. If you can’t find him, wait until tomorrow. He’ll sort himself out… Me? I really don’t know where his home is. He’s never told anyone.”
“…I see,” Fu Yuhan couldn’t tell if he was disappointed—maybe he wasn’t very surprised either. He responded flatly, “Thanks, Fourth Brother. Sorry to bother you.”
“No problem, I didn’t really help anyway. You should go back and get some sleep. It’ll probably be fine tomorrow.”
“Mm.”
It would be fine tomorrow… but would he really be able to see Wen Yu tomorrow?
Fu Yuhan put a question mark in his mind.
Before leaving school that evening, he had specifically asked the students participating in the competition. They had to leave early in the morning with the school bus, take exams outside all day, and probably wouldn’t return to school in the afternoon.
“Aiya! You scared me to death!” Suddenly there was the sound of a security door opening and closing nearby, followed by a woman’s voice, “Young man, what are you sitting here for! In the middle of the night, I thought it was haunted…”
A middle-aged woman came out from next door to Wen Yu’s place. Judging by her dress and the large and small bags in her hands, she was probably taking advantage of the quiet night to take out the trash.
“…Sorry, auntie.” Fu Yuhan stood up. Women of this age always reminded him of He Yan, and he wasn’t very good at dealing with them, so he seemed somewhat reserved: “Do you know where this household went?”
He was pointing to Wen Yu’s home.
“I don’t know. If no one’s there, they just haven’t come back. That young man has another home, right? He doesn’t come back every few days. When they bought the house, the person who came to discuss the contract said they were buying it as a school district house for a child.”
“Do you know where his home is?” Fu Yuhan asked without much hope.
“How would I know that?” The auntie looked at him speechlessly, as if he had said something ridiculous.
“…Oh, thank you, auntie. I’ll wait a bit longer and see.”
“Don’t wait anymore. It’s almost 12 o’clock. Go back early. I think he probably won’t come back today.” Fu Yuhan was good-looking, so the auntie looked at him somewhat like looking at her own son and said a few more words, “Why don’t you call him?”
“I did, can’t get through.” Fu Yuhan said, “It’s okay, I’ll wait a bit more. If I really can’t wait for him, I’ll go back.”
Seeing that she couldn’t persuade him, the auntie went downstairs to take out the trash. When she came back up and saw Fu Yuhan still sitting there, she tried to persuade him a couple more times.
Fu Yuhan didn’t move.
The wind suddenly picked up at night. He was only wearing a long-sleeved school uniform as a jacket, and the longer he sat on the stairs, the colder he got. Just as he was considering whether to go home, there was suddenly a clap of thunder outside—
It started raining.
Fu Yuhan: “…”
The torrential rain quickly soaked the ground outside. Looking out from the corridor window, he could see thick, dense raindrops connecting into lines. The cement ground near the window was soon wet in a circle. Now he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to.
Damn, this was perfect.
Was it still too late to break into Wen Yu’s house and sleep there for the night?
Fu Yuhan hunched his shoulders, pulled the zipper of his school uniform jacket all the way up, buried his face in it, and thought to himself that if Wen Yu later told him he hadn’t been wronged at his old man’s place, he would definitely beat him to death.
This rain continued until dawn before stopping, and the temperature dropped sharply.
After staying up all night, people naturally felt colder than usual, not to mention the weather wasn’t doing him any favors either. When he walked out of the stairwell, Fu Yuhan sneezed three times in a row. Although it was already time for him to normally go to school, he still went home first.
There were Uncle Qin’s shoes at the entrance—He Yan had probably been keeping watch at the hospital last night. The house was very quiet. Fu Yuhan tiptoed into his room to find a thick hoodie, then went to Qin Xiaolu’s room and found a mask from the medicine drawer to put on.
As soon as he put it on, he sneezed violently.
Fu Yuhan: “…”
This was really killing him.
He waited a while and didn’t hear any movement from the master bedroom—Uncle Qin probably hadn’t been woken up by him. From when he had a fever last time, there were still some cold and fever medicine left in his room. Fu Yuhan went in to find a packet of Banlangen, mixed it with hot water and drank it, then stuffed a few more packets into his backpack before leaving.
He had originally wanted to take a shower, but that would make too much noise.
Besides… he was afraid the school bus would leave if he was late.
Senior year morning self-study started at 6:50, and competition students had to gather at 6:30. If Fu Yuhan hadn’t always gone to school after 5 o’clock, he probably wouldn’t have been able to catch the school bus.
The campus was very quiet in the early morning. Fu Yuhan first went back to the classroom alone and took the resin ball out of Wen Yu’s drawer.
The gathering point was by the fountain directly opposite the school gate, where there was a large open space. At about 6:15, a Golden Dragon bus drove in through the school gate and stopped in the open area.
Fu Yuhan calculated the timing and went downstairs. There were already students from various grades gathering in twos and threes, and they kept glancing at Fu Yuhan when they saw him approaching. Fu Yuhan felt a bit awkward and sat down by a flower bed some distance away from them.
He was actually very tired. Sitting in the stairwell at Wen Yu’s place all night had left him with a sore back, and the rainy day was cold—he had barely slept.
Actually, with how things had developed, Fu Yuhan was also holding back some anger. Even if he wanted to sleep, he planned to wait until he saw Wen Yu before going back to catch up on sleep. Moreover, the crowd gathering in the distance was gradually increasing, and everyone who passed by would glance in his direction.
There was no help for it—Fu Yuhan was too famous at school, and today students from three grades participating in the competition preliminaries were all gathered here waiting to depart.
6:28, Wen Yu arrived late.
At his walking speed, he would probably reach the fountain right at 6:30—punctual as always.
Fu Yuhan glared at him from afar until their eyes met.
Wen Yu’s steps clearly paused. He seemed a bit hesitant, but after a few seconds he still walked toward Fu Yuhan.
“Why are you here?” Wen Yu lowered his eyes, looking down at him from above, asking quietly, “Your eyes… why are they so red? Didn’t you sleep?”
Never mind bloodshot eyes—he actually had a bit of stubble growing too. Although not much and it didn’t affect his handsomeness, it still gave him a somewhat disheveled appearance.
Wen Yu’s gaze swept over and noticed that the school uniform Fu Yuhan was wearing under his hoodie was also wrinkled and dusty.
What was going on?
Fu Yuhan had already pulled down his mask. He looked up at him with squinted eyes for a long while before saying: “What happened to you last night? Did you fight with your dad?”
“…Ah, mm, sort of.” Wen Yu licked his lips, “I was in a bad mood at the time and shouldn’t have yelled at you. Sorry—did Yang Fan buy the gift?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t know?”
“I didn’t go.” Fu Yuhan stood up.
Seeing Wen Yu appear safe and sound with seemingly good spirits, he suddenly didn’t have much to say. After thinking it over, he took out the resin ball he had specifically brought down from his pocket and handed it over: “You forgot to take it. For the competition… good luck.”
Wen Yu was stunned and took the gift.
Last night he had thought he would just eat dinner and return to the classroom, so this thing was left in his drawer. Although he had thought of it last night when he was in a bad mood, he hadn’t wanted to come back to get it.
He hadn’t expected Fu Yuhan to personally deliver it.
He was just… this good.
After a night had passed, plus the fact that Fu Yuhan somehow ultimately hadn’t tortured himself by accompanying Yang Fan to pick gifts, Wen Yu’s mood suddenly improved. But just as he was about to smile at Fu Yuhan, he saw the person had already turned to leave.
“Hey, Xiao Han—”
“I’m going upstairs first.” Fu Yuhan raised his hand and waved, but didn’t turn back. He walked into the stairwell with one hand in his pocket, looking straight ahead.
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