Since the fall, there has been little sunshine like this morning.
Fu Zhiyu didn't sleep well that night. With his eyes half-open, he stretched out his hand and pulled up the quilt that had slipped on Chi Yu's waist. His fingers brushed the boy's shoulder inadvertently. He stopped for a moment and gently covered the quilt for him.
His body was already stiff, because after Chi Yu fell asleep, that long leg was unceremoniously placed on him. In the middle, Fu Zhiyan also wanted to push him away, but looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the other side, he couldn't do anything.
The beam of light passed through the gap in the fabric curtain and fell on the boy's face. Fu Zhiyu could almost see the small fluff on his face, shrouded in golden light. His gaze fell on his bushy, neat eyebrows, followed by those sparkling eyes and lips. The sleeping Chi Yu seemed to be easy to get along with, the delicate eyebrows and the clear jaw angle were all what Fu Zhiyu remembered.
Seeing that something was not very comfortable, Fu Zhiyan looked at the frown of the boy in front of him, and quietly put his finger between the boy's brows, rubbed it a few times and put it down. Xu Shi didn't want Chi Yu to stay in bed, and the sunlight shone straight on the boy's face through the curtains. Fu Zhiyan stood up, and even if he stretched his arms, he couldn't reach the curtains.
Just as he was about to get out of bed and tighten the curtains, before his legs got off the bed, the boy lying beside him suddenly snorted. He rubbed his leg against him in dissatisfaction, and then fell asleep silently.
He couldn't fall asleep anyway, so Fu Zhiyan simply leaned on the pillow against the head of the bed and reclined on the bed, looking down at the frowning frowns of the people around him.
Fu Zhiyu thought for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand to hang over the boy's head, casting a shadow on Chi Yu's face, just blocking the light falling on his face. Seeing Chi Yu's gradually soothing brows, Fu Zhiyan involuntarily raised the corner of his mouth, ignoring his stiff and sore arms for a while.
"Eunuch Xiaochi, come out for breakfast!"
Chen Yifang opened the door with fried dough sticks and soy milk, and saw Chi Yu huddled against the wall, while her son was raising his arms to cover the sun on the bed. The son who used to be well-behaved and quiet in the past has a cold expression and some inexplicable anger.
"Auntie." Chi Yu slowly opened his eyes after being awakened by Chen Yifang's angry voice, and saw the hand hanging above his head.
Fu Zhiyan turned his head to look at him, retracted his arms as if nothing had happened, and got off the bed.
"Mom, don't speak so loudly in the morning." Fu Zhiyu paused and continued: "There are still people sleeping."
"I don't think it's past nine o'clock..." Chen Yifang was about to defend herself when she raised her eyes and saw Fu Zhiyan's expressionless face, and snorted after flattening her mouth.
Chi Yu was wearing a baggy T-shirt and walked out of the bedroom in a big way. Chen Yifang saw Chi Yu's hair that looked like it had been blown up, and smiled and rubbed it twice: "How come you are tumbling this night, you can sleep with your hair like this."
Fu Zhian placed the tableware and chopsticks, and said lightly: "Sleep like a dead pig."
Because of Chen Yifang's presence, Chi Yu didn't dare to curse, but secretly raised his fist and glared at him fiercely.
Fu Jianguo was performing some tasks in the bureau, and he didn't go home at all last night. They were having a meeting when Chen Yifang delivered the meal, and she waited for three or four hours before staring at him to finish the meal. Although it was almost ten o'clock in the morning, Fu's mother still felt that her eyelids were heavy.
Chen Yifang put a fried dough stick in Chi Yu's bowl and asked softly, "Are you going to hold a parent-teacher meeting next week? Do you need your uncle to go for your father..."
Chi Yu took a sip of soy milk and said with a smile, "My dad is looking for someone."
Hearing this, Chen Yifang wanted to ask again, but the boy sitting opposite suddenly said, "Today's food is a little salty."
Chen Yifang was at a loss for a while when she met her son's shallow gaze. Fu Zhian has always been very talkative, and she couldn't hold back a word for a long time while eating, let alone picky about her craftsmanship. She looked at the side dish on the table and asked with some doubts, "This is left over from before. You didn't say salty at that time."
"I think it's just right." Chi Yu took a pair of chopsticks and tasted it, and raised his eyebrows at Chen Yifang.
There is no old woman who doesn't like a young man, especially a boy who is very good-looking and flattering. Seeing the gauze on his forehead, Chen Yifang forgot what she just wanted to ask: "Is there really no need to go to the hospital for the injury on the head?"
"Other places may be fine, but the head is connected to the brain. How can it be done if there are sequelae."
Before Chi Yu could speak, he heard Fu Zhiyan, who was sitting next to him, speak slowly: "He is no different from having sequelae now. He can put his brain in a hot pot restaurant and cook directly."
Chi Yu understood the first half of the sentence, but he really didn't quite understand the second half. Fu Zhiyan was like a roundworm in his stomach. He caught a glimpse of Chi Yu's crooked eyebrows, and said thoughtfully, "I'm talking about your pig brain." The two were noisy, and they ate a simple breakfast. Hour.
After Chi Yu washed up again, he stood at the door and said to her, "Auntie, I'll go first." Fu Zhiyu carried the boy's light bag like a plastic bag, and after thinking about it, he still said, "I'll take him off. ."
The door closed with a click, and hearing the footsteps getting smaller and smaller, Chen Yifang took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.
"When will you come back, Lao Fu? Do you want to leave breakfast for you?"
On the other end of the phone was the man's tired but still angry voice. She nodded, suddenly thinking of something and continued, "Essence is a little unusual today, and she actually said thirty-six words during breakfast."
The man was silent for a while, and smiled helplessly: "You really count the words your son said, you can really do it."
Fu Zhiyan had no idea that his mother was sitting at home thinking about his anomaly. He handed the schoolbag to the boy in front of him, and after pondering for a while, he said, "Actually, you don't need to go to the parents' meeting."
Chi Yu lowered his head and focused on kicking the gravel on the ground. After a while, he said, "My nanny will go."
"It doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't bother to read my papers that are more than ten points." Chi Yu took the schoolbag and continued: "If you go, it will be in vain."
Fu Zhiyu nodded lightly, Chi Yu swayed his schoolbag belt, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the alley. He walked a few steps but stopped abruptly, turned his head and looked at him, facing Fu Zhian's calm eyes, he thought for a while and then opened his mouth.
"What are you doing with your arms over my head in the morning?"
"Stretch." Fu Zhiyu replied expressionlessly, looking at Chi Yu's frowning brows again, he continued with a smile, "Could it be that you think I'm on top of your head?"
Fu Zhian's shamelessness really refreshes Chi Yu's bottom line at any time. He resisted the urge to go up and strangle him and turned around. Son.
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