"Fu Zhian, Lao Liu called you."
Wang Xiao turned his head to the side and muttered softly. Seeing that the person in the back seat didn't respond, he bumped his back twice.
The boy with his head down lifted his eyelids and said in a low voice, "What?"
The face of the man standing on the podium turned from red to black, the corners of his mouth twitched abruptly, and he swallowed a few swear words. He gave Fu Zhiyu a stern look, turned around and continued to write on the blackboard. There was a harsh sound between the chalk and the blackboard. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, the boy behind him lowered his head again and fiddled with the ring hanging on his finger.
When the get out of class bell rang, Wang Xiao turned around, saw Fu Zhiyan lying on the table, and sighed softly. He sat in the front seat of Fu Zhian for a whole year, watching Fu Zhian talk less and less, every day in addition to studying, he just lay on his seat in a daze. Wang Xiao tried to find Lin Chuan and Hu Yushan to enlighten Fu Zhian, but he was overruled by Hu Yushan as soon as he started talking.
"You might as well take care of yourself if you have time to manage Fu Zhian." Hu Yushan took out his mobile phone, switched to the SMS page, and threw it in front of Wang Xiao, "In this monthly exam, Fu Zhian is his mother's number one in the school. ."
"Apart from losing a little bit of weight, his grades haven't dropped at all." Lin Chuan put down his pen and nodded frequently, smack his lips frowningly, and then slowly said, "And he's also grown longer."
The pressure of studying in the third year of high school seemed to fold and compress the whole world. Everyone was buried in thick papers. Occasionally, when they raised their heads, their eyes were blank, and they were getting thinner and thinner. Even Wang Xiao lost a lot of weight. In order to keep up with Chi Yu's jet lag, Fu Zhi'an stayed up late and stayed up uncharacteristically, with sunken eye sockets and increasingly prominent jawline. Sometimes Wang Xiao wanted to pay attention to the problem, he occasionally glanced at him, and his cold eyes were shocking.
But Wang Xiao was good at sticking his face to Fu Zhi's cold ass. He put his elbows on the table and held his face in his hands. When he saw the ring on Fu Zhiyan's ring finger, he said, "It's a little bigger."
After a while, Wang Xiao thought that Fu Zhian would not take his words, and just as he was about to turn around, he heard the boy's hoarse voice.
"He also didn't answer my video call yesterday."
Halfway around, Wang Xiao turned around again, and then Fu Zhiyan said, "Maybe there is something wrong."
"I didn't pick up the one from the day before yesterday." Wang Xiao looked at Fu Zhiyan and raised his head, his beautiful eyes lacking in expression, with long straight eyelashes drooping. The corners of his mouth pursed into a line, and he stared at himself for a moment, as if hoping to get an answer from him. Wang Xiao didn't know how to answer. He opened his mouth several times without saying anything. Fu Zhiyu lowered his eyes and buried his head in his arms again.
As soon as the bell rang for the evening self-study, Fu Zhian stood on the edge of the podium with a stack of papers, met Lin Jing's eyes, he said lightly: "After writing, can you go home first?" Lin Jing flipped through the pages roughly. The paper on the table, nodded and said yes.
Fu Zhian is in a hurry to go home and has something to do. He wants to see if Chi Yu will pick up his video today.
Half an hour later, Fu Zhian and Chen Yifang were sitting at the dining table. The woman was chattering about Fu Jianguo's disbelief, and promised to go home for dinner at night but never came back. Fu Zhiyu lowered his head and watched the dialed video call being hung up. A few seconds later, a voice call came. Fu Zhiyu subconsciously stood up and walked into the room, took two steps before turning around, and said softly that he was full.
Fu Zhiyu closed the door, sat on the ground along the door, and connected the voice.
"You didn't pick up the video yesterday." Fu Zhiyu said coldly, but the person on the other side didn't seem to react.
"I didn't pick up the one the day before yesterday."
This time the person on the other side answered quickly, "I'm playing with my friends, maybe I didn't hear it." Through the receiver, Fu Zhiyan could imagine Chi Yu's expression, and there must be impatience in those black and white eyes. The tiles on the floor seemed to get colder as they sat. Fu Zhiyu put his fingers on the ground and said, "It's very fast to make friends abroad."
Before Chi Yu could answer, Fu Zhiyu hung up and made another video call. Chi Yu didn't answer the prompt sound for a long time. After hanging up, Fu Zhiyu replied in the input box: Answer the video. The bright light of the screen reflected on half of the boy's face, he waited calmly for Chi Yu to answer, and the frequency of blinking became very slow. This time, he didn't wait too long. Fu Zhiyu watched the camera turn upside down, and finally stopped on the tip of the boy's head.
"Where's the face?"
The camera of the mobile phone shook twice, Chi Yu paused, and said, "It's dark over there, and you still want to see my face."
Fu Zhiyu stood up, still staring at the screen, stretched out his arms and turned on the overhead light. There was still the curled end of hair on the screen. Fu Zhiyan squinted and said again: "Face." Shaking it twice, like a decision made after a life-and-death decision.
Although the boy only showed one eye on the screen, Fu Zhian quickly caught the faint bruise on the boy's brow bone.
Fu Zhi'an's room was very bright, Chi Yu immediately turned the camera away when he saw Fu Zhi'an's frowning brows, and coughed twice, "It's over."
Chi Yu stared at the boy on the screen of the mobile phone, watching him drop his eyes and lick his lips, and then he hummed at the camera when he raised his head. Chi Yu breathed a sigh of relief, the two of them chatted a little bit, and Fu Zhian said he was going to do his homework and hung up the video.
Chi Yu threw the phone aside, walked to the bathroom barefooted, and smacked his lips while looking at the dark circles under his eyes and the swollen corners of his mouth in the mirror. The United States is more friendly than Chi Yu imagined. He joined the school's football team in the second week of his admission. Although he has been on the bench for several games as a substitute, the girls who come to bring him water are still one after another.
He's not good at English, but he can still tell the difference between good intentions and bad intentions, so just a few days after he left, he had a fight with a black buddy who gave him the middle finger on the court. From the first 1v1 to the back, he was unilaterally beaten, and finally ended with a fractured brow bone and a warning from the whole school. Chi Yu didn't plan to tell Fu Zhian about it, he felt ashamed when he was beaten as soon as he stepped out of the country.
Chi Yu opened the door, stood at the entrance of the stairs and glanced down, the two pairs of men's slippers placed at the door were neatly arranged, it seemed that Tevez and Li Che had gone out. The night he first arrived, Tevez sat on a chair and smiled at him, wearing a cotton pajama with a small yellow pineapple painted on it. Chi Yu felt familiar, looked up at Li Che who was pouring juice in the kitchen, and found that there was a slightly larger collar on his pajamas.
Tevez didn't seem to organize his language well, and he opened his mouth several times just for casual chats. It was only when the man with the cup walked up to him and put his elbow on his shoulder naturally, that Tevez showed a relaxed smile. The man standing on the side was not very enthusiastic. Facing Tevez's smile, he only slightly curled the corners of his lips.
This appearance made Chi Yu think of Fu Zhian.
In broken Chinese, Tevez said: "We are all men here, it will be very convenient for you to live here." He hesitated, but still said: "Normally there are no women, if you need to bring friends here If you're at home, just tell me in advance..."
Seeing that Chi Yu didn't respond, Tevez continued: "Li Che usually cooks, so you can ask him anything..." Tevez's voice became smaller and smaller, as if something was stuck in his throat, and finally he seemed to be Looking for help at the man standing beside him.
"I don't know how Chi Yuedi told you." Chi Yu leaned his head back and glanced between the two, "But I'm gay."
Tevez was stunned for a moment, and even Li Che, who had always been expressionless, raised his eyebrows. Chi Yu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the screen and shook it towards the two of them, "This is the person I like."
There was a group photo of two people on the screen. Tevez could tell at a glance that the boy standing in the front was Chi Yu, while the face of the man in the back was a little blurry, and he could vaguely see clean eyebrows and neat jaws. After the two sides exchanged the bottom line, Tevez seemed much more relaxed. For a while, he forgot that Chi Yu was still in jet lag, and forced him to look at the Polaroid hanging on the wall.
Most of the time, Tevez in the photo is smiling, while Li Che on the side is always sullen. But Li Che's hand was always clutching the corner of Tevez's clothes, as if he was clinging to the only life-saving straw in his life. After reading several pictures, Chi Yu saw the tattoo on the inner side of Tevez's arm, which were two simple English letters.
"This." Chi Yu interrupted Tevez's chatter, he pointed at the tattoo of the man in the photo, turned his head, and met Tevez's gaze.
"Where was it tattooed?"