The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the piles of puddles and falling on the shoulders of the young man.
Chi Yu blinked expressionlessly, turned around, rubbed his thumb on his clothes, and unlocked the combination lock.
"Then I'm leaving." Fu Zhiyu's voice was light, he looked at the boy's back, and pursed the corners of his lips.
Chi Yu didn't seem to have slowed down yet, he stared at the toes of his shoes and murmured casually. He didn't react until the raindrops of his hair fell on his eyelashes, turning around and saying, "Do you want an umbrella..."
The boy standing behind him was gone, and the boy's nasal voice mixed with the sound of rain and disappeared.
Chen Yifang opened her eyes wide and looked at Fu Zhieu's wet shoes. The white sneakers were soaked through, and even the inside was soaked with water. She hurriedly changed into slippers, put down her bag, and opened the bedroom door beside her.
The drenched teenager sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers circled around his trousers, and he didn't care that the water droplets from his hair dripped on the bed.
"My God, why are you so wet!" Chen Yifang brought a towel from the bathroom and wiped the water stains on his hair, her eyes worried.
Fu Zhiyu held Chen Yifang's hand down, took the towel slowly, wiped his hair and said, "It's raining outside."
"Didn't I pack an umbrella in your bag this morning?"
Fu Zhian was stunned for a while, then he raised his head and smiled: "Forget it."
Soggy clothes stick to the skin, I don't know how uncomfortable it is. But Chen Yifang watched Fu Zhian sitting on the bed as if he had lost his soul, and had no intention of changing clothes at all.
"Hurry up and change your clothes first, and mother will make you a bowl of ginger soup." Chen Yifang walked to the kitchen and shouted, "You will definitely catch a cold tomorrow!"
Chen Yifang was busy in the kitchen, and when she heard the boy behind her, she turned around.
"Mom, is ginger soup difficult to make?"
"It's not difficult."
Fu Zhian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and said slowly, "Then tell me what to do." Although Chen Yifang was puzzled, she explained Jiang Tang's practice carefully, word by word. As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Zhiyan went back to the bedroom.
The boy stood by the bed, frowned at the water stain on the bed sheet. He changed into clean clothes and sat in front of the desk, staring at the mobile phone in his hand for a long time before picking it up. Skillfully pressing a series of numbers, he clicked on the edit message and typed a few words: Jiang Tang method.
The text message was written in several lines, and Fu Zhiyan thought about it and added a sentence later: If you can't understand it in your mind, drink hot water.
After the text message was sent, Fu Zhiyu put his mobile phone aside and casually flipped through the math study booklet on the table and opened it to prepare. Fu Zhiyu stared at it for a long time, only to feel that the hands of the clock on the table were ticking non-stop, which was annoying.
He dropped the pen, leaned back, and touched his lips unconsciously. Although Chi Yu always speaks hard, his lips are cold and soft.
In fact, he didn't want to deviated so early, but things seemed to be starting to gradually deviate from his expectations.
Because of Ji Xiaoxiao's words, he was a little confused. He didn't know Chi Yu's address after he moved, and there wasn't a classmate in the class who was close enough to Chi Yu to know his address. Fu Zhian could only find the life committee when it was close to school.
"Can you lend me your life record book?"
Fu Zhiyu's sudden speech startled the girl. She raised her head and looked at Fu Zhiyan who was smiling and swallowed unconsciously. She lowered her head and smiled shyly: "Why do you want a record book?"
"I seem to have forgotten to pay my class fee before..."
"How can there be!" The girl interrupted hurriedly, her head tilted slightly, and she showed a lively smile: "I paid your class fee, you must have paid it, I remember it clearly!"
Fu Zhian nodded and smiled, he took advantage of the opportunity to sit in the empty seat next to the girl, and glanced at the paper on the table from the corner of his eye.
"Can you do this question?"
There was a warm smile on the fair and clean face of the boy, and the girl's flattered reflection in the clear brown pupils.
She stammered, "No, no..."
Fu Zhiyan nodded, took out the paper from his schoolbag, and placed it on the girl's table.
"I've finished writing it, and I'll lend it to you for reference."
No one has ever borrowed Fu Zhi'an's homework, and it's not that he is too difficult to speak, but most of Fu Zhi's papers omit the steps. At first, the teacher was not happy, thinking he was lazy, but after a long time, Fu Zhian could get full marks every time, and the teacher didn't say anything.
But the fact that Fu Zhian can write like this doesn't mean that the rest of them can also write like this.
Embarrassed on the girl's face, she lowered her head and smiled: "Well, I may not understand your paper, why don't you explain it to me?"
"I wrote the steps on the side." Fu Zhiyu tapped the paper with his finger, and sure enough, there were several lines of formulas and steps on the blank paper.
"I took the record book." Fu Zhiyu leaned over and took away the record book from the girl's drawer, ignoring the girl's surprised eyes.
I turned from the last page, and sure enough, in the corner of the penultimate page, I found the boy's scribbled handwriting. The address of the community is in the well-known wealthy area. Fu Zhiyu took out a few banknotes in his pocket. After calculating, he could take a taxi and run back and forth. He felt relieved and walked towards the school gate.
A female voice came from the closed door of the utility room next door. Fu Zhiyu was not interested in the whispers between girls, but a name floated into his ears, and Fu Zhiyu paused.
"Do you really like Chi Yu?"
The girl hummed lightly, and casually clasped her nails. She raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows at Lu Man: "Do you really like Fu Zhiyan?"
"What if you like it, people don't like women at all." There was a hint of disappointment in Lu Man's tone, and she suddenly smiled as if thinking of something: "Damn, Ji Xiaoxiao, you and Fu Zhiyan are rivals in love. "
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't answer, but instead asked, "You just gave up?"
"It doesn't count as giving up." Lu Man slapped his mouth twice, and then continued: "I think about it myself and feel that I am not worthy of Fu Zhiyan, so I might as well give it to Chi Yu, and I can still be a CP fan in the future. What."
"It's you, who doesn't like Chi Yu better than others." Hearing the word Chi Yu, the corners of Ji Xiaoxiao's mouth rose unconsciously. Luman continued: "In addition to having a good-looking face, Chi Yu has a stinky and big temper, which is not something that ordinary people can bear."
Ji Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and smiled, and she said softly, "How do you think Fu Zhiyan is better than Chi Yu?"
"Fu Zhiyu is gentle and caring." Lu Man remembered the boy's clear eyes, "The point is that he has a good temper, and he's just like Chi Yu."
"Fu Zhi'an is indifference." Ji Xiaoxiao remembered Fu Zhi'an's always smiling face, and snorted coldly, "Chi Yu doesn't know how softer he is, even if I tell you, you won't understand."
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the side of the boy's face and shone on the eyelashes.
"Fu Zhi'an, why haven't you left yet?" Wang Xiao suddenly patted him on the shoulder coldly, Fu Zhi'an froze, frowned and glanced at him lightly. Wang Xiao was taken aback by the indifference in Fu Zhian's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "What's wrong?"
The sound in the utility room stopped abruptly, and Fu Zhiyan shook his head expressionlessly, and said softly, "Let's go."
Wang Xiao followed behind Fu Zhiyu without saying a word, his eyes fell on the boy's white back neck and slender wrists.
It's so fucking weird, it feels like Fu Zhi'an's thin arms and legs are broken as soon as he breaks it, why is he a little flustered when he stares at himself.
"Do you think Ji Xiaoxiao is good-looking?"
"what?"
Fu Zhiyan stopped but didn't look back, he said slowly, "Ji Xiaoxiao, do you think she looks good?"
"It's hard to say before I lose weight." Wang Xiao remembered Ji Xiaoxiao's bright eyes, and continued, "Anyway, it's already a school girl."
Maybe it was Ji Xiaoxiao's last sentence that made him panic, even if it rained heavily, he forgot the umbrella in his bag and just stood at the door with his head lowered, waiting for Chi Yu to come back.
Fu Zhian suddenly wanted to see Chi Yu very much, very much.
So when he saw him appearing in front of him, it might be because the rain was too heavy and water had entered his brain, or it might be that he really couldn't help it and wanted to taste the taste of Chi Yu's pursed mouth.
Fu Zhiyu kissed him.
The sound of the mobile phone pulled him back to reality, and Fu Zhiyan tilted his head and looked at the words on the screen: Are you a **? According to the steps, I can't even make a ginger soup
Before he could reply, it was another text message.
"Are you fucking trying to cause Lao Tzu to hide poison in his mouth? The corners of my fucking mouth seem to be swollen now!"
Fu Zhiyu stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, the corners of his lips slowly rising.
This mentally handicapped.
The author says:
Thank you sisters for collecting comments! There are also sisters who sent starfish and fish food! Your encouragement is my driving force! (Praise me for writing well, I will swell, don't praise me lol)