CFHE Chapter 72.3

But Yang Fan liked making everyone happy, so he specifically made a call to ask about preferences.

The first call, no one answered.

He found it strange and made a second call.

It wasn’t until the third call that it was answered. Wen Yu’s voice was hoarse again: “Hello?”

“Hello?” Yang Fan was stunned, “Wen Yu, do you have a cold?”

“No,” the other side cleared his throat lightly, and his voice became more normal, “So early… what’s the matter?”

Yang Fan blinked: “…You haven’t gotten up?”

“Mm.” Wen Yu was still somewhat confused, “Why get up so early? The place I live now is very close to school, just turn a corner downstairs and I’m there.”

“…” Yang Fan said in shock, “But isn’t today the day Xiao Han is taking his exam? Aren’t you coming to see him off?”

Wen Yu was also stunned: “…What?”

“Damn, you don’t know?” Yang Fan was amazed, “His train is at 7:55, he’s going to the neighboring province. He didn’t tell you?”

“…No.” Wen Yu paused, “Which station?”

“West Station.”

“I’ll come over now, should be able to make it. Help me… keep him there.”

“Uh… okay, okay.” Yang Fan listened in a daze as the phone turned into the “beep—beep—” of a hung-up call, thinking he had really asked about breakfast preferences at the right time.

But he still didn’t know what Wen Yu wanted to eat.

…Forget it, he’d just buy randomly.

Ten minutes later, he came out of the fast food restaurant and saw that slender tall figure under the clock tower.

Fu Yuhan was about to take out his phone when he saw Yang Fan and breathed a sigh of relief, putting his phone back in his coat pocket: “I thought you’d gone somewhere.”

“I guessed you probably hadn’t eaten breakfast,” Yang Fan stuffed a bag of fried dumplings into his hands, “and I happened not to have eaten either.”

“Thanks.” Fu Yuhan smiled lightly.

“But can you tell me,” Yang Fan’s eyes rolled around as he forcibly pretended to know nothing, “why you came alone? Where’s our Yu-ge?”

Fu Yuhan’s gaze flickered: “…I didn’t tell him.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, “maybe his anger hasn’t subsided yet.”

Yang Fan: “…”

When he asked Wen Yu, Wen Yu had also said something like “I don’t know.”

Could these two people be any more awkward?

“I had something yesterday and didn’t answer his call. When I called back, I couldn’t get through.” Fu Yuhan thought and said, “I never found a chance to tell him. Forget it, it’s just seeing someone off at the station. If he doesn’t come, he doesn’t come… didn’t Chu Lei not get up either?”

Last night he had already learned from WeChat about Chu Lei’s determination to get up, and as expected, hadn’t seen him.

“He’s a pig, Wen Yu isn’t.”

“Who says Wen Yu isn’t? If no one calls him, he might sleep in,” Fu Yuhan laughed, “and he has a bad temper when waking up. You absolutely can’t provoke him when he just wakes up.”

Yang Fan blinked.

“Are we talking about the same Wen Yu?” His eyes rolled and he smiled, “Besides, I already told him.”

“…Huh?” Fu Yuhan was stunned.

He was genuinely surprised, surprised that Yang Fan had clearly told Wen Yu but still asked him why Wen Yu hadn’t come.

But… theoretically Yang Fan shouldn’t know anything.

Yang Fan bit into the fried dumplings in the takeout box, using the action of looking down to eat to hide his expression, eating while pretending to say naturally: “I wanted to ask what filling he wanted for dumplings… I thought you two had fought. One tells me ‘I don’t know,’ the other also tells me ‘I don’t know.'”

Fu Yuhan opened his mouth, as if suddenly mute, taking a long time to find his voice: “Then did he… say he was coming?”

“He’s coming, just don’t know if he can make it in time.” Yang Fan looked up at the big clock on top of the clock tower, “There’s still some time, should we wait for him?”

“…” Fu Yuhan bit his lip, “What’s there to wait for…”

That’s what he said, but he didn’t leave either, imitating Yang Fan by opening his fried dumplings to eat.

His nasal cavity was full of wet, cold air, and with each breath his lungs felt like they were filled with ice. On such a morning, a serving of hot, fragrant iron plate fried dumplings was truly refreshing.

But Fu Yuhan ate somewhat absent-mindedly, frequently looking toward the road he had come from.

The train station had roads in all directions. Coming from Wen Yu’s direction, there were four or five routes to choose from. Fu Yuhan speculated about how Wen Yu would come, his gaze constantly moving between several intersections.

The ground was slippery, and parking at the train station was difficult, so driving would be inconvenient.

If he took a taxi, it would drive directly to the second floor, so he would probably run down from above.

Or the motorcycle taxis around… that would be a bit undignified, and he felt Wen Yu wouldn’t do that.

As he was thinking about this, he finished the serving of fried dumplings.

The time was also approaching the departure time.

Fu Yuhan looked up at the big clock and said softly: “I think it’s time to go up.”

The waiting room was on the second floor of the station.

Yang Fan quickly typed a line on his phone screen, then looked up: “Let’s go, I’ll accompany you up. Wait a bit more at the boarding gate?”

“Mm.” Fu Yuhan glanced at his hand, “Who are you messaging?”

“Tongtong.” Yang Fan said, “She woke up, I’m asking her to help me request leave.”

“…Oh, but is it okay for you to request leave like this?”

“It’s fine, besides, after seeing you off I can still go back to continue classes—probably just miss two classes.”

“What about the reason for leave?”

“Enlarged prostate, minor surgery.” Yang Fan said.

“…Cough cough, cough cough cough.” Fu Yuhan was choked speechless by him and gave him a thumbs up.

Straight guys were really awesome.

Too awesome.

The boarding gate wasn’t far either, just up two escalators and a few steps.

There were many people in line. Fu Yuhan could tell at a glance that he didn’t have much time to wait for Wen Yu.

He suddenly felt some regret. If he had told him about the exam as soon as they met the day before yesterday, it wouldn’t have come to this today.

At first he was embarrassed, then later he thought to wait until his “farewell ceremony” was over.

But he hadn’t expected to end up in a situation where he and Wen Yu couldn’t even say a word to each other.

“Then I…” He looked at the time and said to Yang Fan, “I’ll go in and queue up first.”

“No no no, wait,” Yang Fan held him back, “how about waiting one more minute?”

Fu Yuhan found it strange: “Why do you seem more eager than me…”

“Because—”

Yang Fan didn’t finish his sentence and turned his head.

Far to the left of the boarding gate, a person was running toward here.

Despite the humid air and icy ground, he disregarded everything and stretched out his two long legs, persistently running toward here.

“Damn,” Yang Fan was stunned, “isn’t he afraid of slipping?”

Fu Yuhan opened his mouth.

He watched Wen Yu run up to him holding a large bag.

His handsome and graceful demeanor ultimately couldn’t hold up. Wen Yu slipped when he was three steps away, but fortunately didn’t fall.

“Hah… hah…” He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on him.

“Yu-ge,” Fu Yuhan blinked, “you…”

Wen Yu held out one hand, indicating for him not to speak, and while breathing heavily handed him the bag: “This is something I… had planned to give you… before…”

Fu Yuhan took it and looked down, then was stunned.

The bag contained something wrapped in transparent plastic boxes and cushioning materials. From the exposed corner, it was that Strike Freedom Gundam RX-93.

“I tried gluing it together, though it might…” He caught his breath, “not be perfect.”

As Wen Yu spoke, he took out a small box from his pocket and threw it into the large paper bag in front of Fu Yuhan: “This is the… lucky star I prepared to give you.”

This was the small paper box Fu Yuhan had picked up yesterday.

So it really was for him.

“And also—”

Wen Yu paused, pulled off the cashmere scarf from his neck and threw it over, “I’ve wanted to tell you before, in the dead of winter, don’t always leave your collar open when dressing.”

A gust of wind suddenly blew, and that cashmere scarf covered his face completely.

The other person’s body temperature and that persistent Le Labo body wash scent instantly filled all of Fu Yuhan’s senses.

Through the gaps in the scarf, he saw a black cord at the other person’s collar that had been pulled out with the scarf.

—It was hanging the star resin ball he had spent an entire night making.

He didn’t know how long the other person had been secretly wearing it.

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