CFHE CHAPTER 66.2

“…Don’t,” Wen Yu stopped him, “I’m just thinking about where to start… My dad is a control freak. He raises me like a potted plant—every branch, every leaf has to grow in the direction and shape he envisions. I can’t exceed the framework he gives me… so I don’t want to do anything he tells me to do.”

 

“…”

 

Fu Yuhan turned his head.

 

Wen Yu was speechless: “What are you laughing at?”

 

“Nothing, I just think it’s not easy,” Fu Yuhan had a smile in his eyes, “you finally admit that you don’t want to do anything.”

 

“…”

 

“If I’m ‘Unhappy,’ then according to typical protagonist configurations, you’d be ‘Brainless.'” Wen Yu pointed out.

 

“No way, find someone else to be your ‘Brainless.’ I don’t want to cooperate with your performance. I choose to go to another show.”

 

“Won’t you give me some face?”

 

“No.” Fu Yuhan was very decisive.

 

“…Damn.”

 

The two bantered for a while before returning to yesterday’s events.

 

“Learning to drive is fine, it’s just that having me learn means he’s planning to give me a car.” Wen Yu continued, “Last year… the day of my chemistry competition, I got sick. I went to the exam venue with a fever of 39.2°C, and my dad later asked me why I ‘only’ got provincial second place.” He pressed his lips together, his expression calm, “He doesn’t care whether his son lives or dies, he only cares that the medal that can be displayed in his office isn’t high-level enough.”

 

Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways.

 

“Yesterday he told me that since I wasn’t sick this year, I should get a national second place… Ha, national second place isn’t that easy to get. I don’t want to win awards, I didn’t prepare at all—where am I supposed to conjure up a national second place for him?” Wen Yu’s voice lowered, carrying a third of hoarseness, “He also wanted me to go back to… that home over there, and then we started fighting.”

 

The emotions he could originally suppress also exploded after hearing that Fu Yuhan was going to masochistically accompany shopping. For the first time ever, he talked back to Wen Ziming three times, making Wen Ziming so angry he smashed a hotel ashtray.

 

“I deliberately provoked him, saying ‘throwing things around when you lose your temper, is this how you taught me to take care of public property?’ Then I went to clean up the ashtray fragments.”

 

“Why clean it yourself? Doesn’t the hotel have cleaning staff?”

 

“I was cleaning it for him to see.” Wen Yu smiled and extended his left hand, “I just accidentally got cut by a fragment while picking up the pieces.”

 

He stretched his hand toward Fu Yuhan. Under the streetlight, there was an obvious red mark on the fingertip of that slender, well-defined index finger.

 

“And you still dare to call me an idiot.” Fu Yuhan glanced at him irritably, “Did you disinfect it?”

 

“Mm, my mom… my stepmother helped me find some hydrogen peroxide.”

 

“Mm. Don’t do this in the future,” Fu Yuhan’s gaze turned to the distant street corner, not knowing what he was thinking, “I might be speaking from a position of comfort, but… grades are your own. Even if you don’t want to make your dad happy, don’t oppose him on this kind of thing—what good does it do you?”

 

“Thinking of yourself?” Wen Yu raised an eyebrow.

 

Fu Yuhan chuckled: “Talking to smart people is really annoying.”

 

“You’re the same.” Wen Yu didn’t even want to count how many times Fu Yuhan had seen through him, “Hey, Xiao Han, if you could go back to freshman year, would you study hard?”

 

“No.”

 

“…” Wen Yu turned his head and smiled, “That’s true too.”

 

He found this aspect of Fu Yuhan particularly interesting.

 

So frank it made him envious.

 

Chatting while walking, they barely felt time pass before returning to Wen Yu’s residence. Art class ended earlier than evening self-study, so when they arrived tonight it was just past ten o’clock.

 

“Where did you spend the night yesterday?”

 

“Here.” Fu Yuhan pointed at the stairs in front of his house.

 

“Just sitting there?”

 

“Mm, when I felt cold I’d get up and walk around a bit.”

 

“Why didn’t you go home…” Wen Yu took out his keys to open the door.

 

“I wanted to go back,” Fu Yuhan said lightly, “but it started raining at 12:30, and I didn’t have an umbrella.”

 

“Then…” Wen Yu had just opened the door and paused when he heard this, turning his head to glance at him with his peripheral vision, “Should I give you a spare key?”

 

When he said this, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, so much so that he didn’t dare turn his head completely to meet his eyes.

 

Unfortunately, Fu Yuhan was looking at the hallway window and didn’t notice his evasive gaze: “Why would you give me a key? This isn’t my home.”

 

“Anyway, I’m the only one living in my place.” Not knowing whether to feel disappointed or think “as expected,” Wen Yu turned his head back, opened the door, and found an excuse, “I don’t mind you coming over.”

 

“If I came at 5 AM and woke you up, then tell me you ‘don’t mind.'” Fu Yuhan punched his shoulder, “Come on, as long as you don’t turn off your phone when you’re angry in the future, I won’t wait all night at your door for no reason either.”

 

“…”

 

That would really be wonderful.

 

Wen Yu really didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh.

 

The paint box could just be placed casually in a corner of the living room—it didn’t take up much space. Fu Yuhan arranged the box and sat down on the sofa, taking out his phone.

 

Since he had sent Yang Fan a message saying “found him,” Yang Fan had replied with several messages.

 

Yang Fan: Found him? What did he say?

 

Yang Fan: Hello?

 

Yang Fan: Tell me immediately if there’s any situation!

 

Yang Fan: Is Yu-ge okay?

 

Fu Yuhan lowered his head to type.

 

Fu Yuhan: He’s fine, just said he had a few words with his dad last night, but he’s better today.

 

Yang Fan: Good that he’s okay, thanks for your hard work, mwah~

 

Yang Fan: Tell him not to turn off his phone in the future! It scared people to death!! I didn’t sleep well yesterday!!!

 

Fu Yuhan: Mm, I already scolded him.

 

Yang Fan: [Good.jpg]

 

Fu Yuhan: Don’t worry anymore, rest early.

 

Yang Fan: [OK.jpg]

 

Wen Yu plopped down beside him and stuck his head over.

 

Strangely enough, Fu Yuhan didn’t feel resistant to his screen-peeking behavior and naturally let him see the conversation.

 

“Can I look at the earlier messages?”

 

“Whatever.” Fu Yuhan threw the phone over to him and stood up, “Didn’t you say you weren’t that invested in Yang Fan?”

 

“He’s still someone I used to like.” Wen Yu casually responded, “Do you want to take a shower?”

 

“No, I’ll shower at home.”

 

“…” Wen Yu looked up, staring at him seriously and said, “Go take a shower, and after that, watch a movie with me?”

 

“…Where did you get a movie to watch?” Fu Yuhan asked back, “I haven’t had time to find DVDs for you recently.”

 

“I really do have a movie… I think.” Wen Yu inconspicuously pinched his palm and said softly, “After this, I have to learn driving on weekends, and you have to learn painting for exam prep. We might not have other time to watch together… just watch one with me.”

 

He knew Fu Yuhan was soft-hearted. If he wasn’t angry, asking like this would generally not be refused.

 

Sure enough, Fu Yuhan nodded, sniffling and saying in a muffled voice: “Alright, I’ll take a quick shower first.”

 

“Should I find you some clothes?”

 

“Oh… ah,” Fu Yuhan then remembered, “I forgot to return that T-shirt from last time… it’s at home.”

 

“No problem, no rush, I don’t wear it anyway.” Wen Yu walked into the room and turned on the light.

 

He had a closet full of clothes—it would be best if Fu Yuhan borrowed them all.

 

Looking at the open wardrobe, Wen Yu’s eyes darkened.

 

Fu Yuhan hadn’t showered all day and was already feeling terrible. In the cold weather, being able to go in and take a hot shower was like salvation. When he came out, he felt his cold symptoms had improved considerably.

 

And Wen Yu had luxuriously turned on the floor heating, so it wasn’t cold even wearing short sleeves.

 

“Hair dryer… where did you get a computer?” Fu Yuhan was surprised to see Wen Yu sitting on the sofa with a laptop, with a projector in front of him.

 

He was sure these things weren’t in the living room before he went into the bathroom to shower.

 

“I’ve always had it,” Wen Yu paused, raising his chin, “I had it locked up before.”

 

He was referring to that tightly locked room.

 

“Oh…” Fu Yuhan’s gaze swept around and looked back, “Where’s the hair dryer?”

 

“Same old place, get it yourself.”

 

Fu Yuhan went to dry his hair.

 

Wen Yu lifted his eyelids to glance at him: “I thought you’d ask what’s in that room… no more ‘telling everything’?”

 

“I allow you to keep some privacy.” Fu Yuhan turned on the hair dryer, and noise instantly filled the entire living room.

 

Boys had short hair, so Fu Yuhan only took ten minutes before walking back and sitting on the sofa, discovering that Wen Yu had been refreshing the desktop.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Don’t know what to watch.”

 

“Just find high-rated films you haven’t seen on Douban.” Fu Yuhan naturally took the laptop over, opened a browser himself, entered a URL, and started looking for films.

 

His movements were practiced—clearly an experienced internet user.

 

Movie review websites, distinguishing legitimate from pirated content, finding corresponding resources… these were all skills Wen Yu had never possessed. He watched very seriously, as if it were something interesting.

 

“What do you want to watch?”

 

“Anything’s fine.” Wen Yu looked at him, “Pick something hypnotic, good for sleeping after watching.”

 

“I still have to go home… what if I fall asleep?” Fu Yuhan muttered.

 

He was very tired today and might really fall asleep. But since Wen Yu, this poor thing who was disconnected from entertainment, wanted to watch, he really did pick a three-hour niche musical art film as requested.

 

“If you fall asleep, just sleep here,” Wen Yu pretended not to care, “it’s not like you haven’t slept here before.”

 

The logic made sense… it’s just that Fu Yuhan felt a bit awkward.

 

But he didn’t say anything.

 

Niche films were hard to find, but thankfully modern technology allowed him to quickly find a download link with decent speed. After more than ten minutes, the download was complete.

 

Fu Yuhan clicked play on his side, while Wen Yu went over to turn off the lights and draw the curtains.

 

Facts proved that niche was indeed niche.

 

The more beautiful the film’s visuals and music were, the more obscure the cinematography and plot became.

 

Normally, Fu Yuhan might have been able to persist and struggle through it, but today he was too tired.

 

Around one hour and forty-eight minutes in, when the protagonist was kissing on a dark boat, he still couldn’t hold on and fell asleep.

 

Wen Yu glanced at him sideways but didn’t move.

 

He watched the entire three-hour movie alone, then silently walked over and turned on the small wall lamp.

 

The dim yellow light made Fu Yuhan’s already pale complexion appear even whiter, faintly gilded with a bone-china-like cool glow.

 

Wen Yu shuffled in his soft-soled indoor slippers, walked back to the sofa, and silently crouched down.

 

Now, his line of sight was almost at the same level as Fu Yuhan, who had fallen asleep lying down.

 

So, so close.

 

For a second, he really wanted to kiss him.

 

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind. Wen Yu moved closer to him, thought for a long time at a distance of one centimeter, and finally retreated.

 

He sighed softly, reached out to touch the other’s soft hair, and asked almost inaudibly a question he had been holding back all evening—

 

“There are still people in this world who worry about me… so you worry about me too, right?”

 

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