Chapter 12: CH 12

Since autumn came, there has been little sunshine like this morning.

Fu Zhian 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 of the night, Fu Zhian 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 Zhian 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 Zhian remembered.

Seeing that something was not very comfortable, Fu Zhian looked at the frown of the boy in front of him, and quietly put his finger between the boy's eyebrows, 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 Zhian 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 groaned. He rubbed his leg against him in dissatisfaction, and then fell asleep silently.

He couldn't fall asleep anyway, so Fu Zhian simply leaned on the pillow against the head of the bed and reclined on the bed, looking down at the frowning face of the person around him.

Fu Zhian 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 Zhian involuntarily raised the corner of his mouth, ignoring his stiff and sore arms for a while.

"Xiao Chi, Zhian, 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 Zhian 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 Zhian paused and continued, "There are still people sleeping."

"I didn't think it was just past nine o'clock..." Just as Chen Yifang was about to defend herself, she looked up and saw Fu Zhian's expressionless face, flattened his mouth and snorted.

Chi Yu was wearing a baggy T-shirt and walked out of the bedroom in a trudging manner. Seeing Chi Yu's hair as if it had been blown up, Chen Yifang smiled and rubbed a couple of hands: "How could your hair get messy like this after sleeping, were you tumbling around?"

Fu Zhian put the tableware and chopsticks, and said lightly: "Sleeps like a dead pig."

Because of Chen Yifang's presence, Chi Yu didn't dare to curse, just raised his fist secretly 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.

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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."

Chen Yifang wanted to ask again when she heard this, but the boy sitting opposite suddenly said, "Today the food is a little salty."

Catching the dull gaze of her son, Chen Yifang was at a loss for a while. Fu Zhian has always been not very talkative, and he doesn't speak 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 the past. You didn't say salty at that time."

"I think it's just right." Chen Yifang frowned.

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. What will I do if it leaves sequelae."

Before Chi Yu could speak, he heard Fu Zhian, who was sitting next to him, speak slowly: "He is no different from leaving sequelae now, and he can put his brain in a hot pot restaurant and cook it directly."

Chi Yu understood the first half of the sentence, but he really didn't quite understand the second half. Fu Zhian 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.

After Chi Yu washed up again, he stood at the door and said to her, "Auntie, I'll go first." Fu Zhian carried the boy's light bag like a plastic bag, and after thinking about it, he still said, "I'll see 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, Laofu? Do you want me to leave breakfast for you?" On the other end of the phone was the man's tired but still full of anger. She nodded, suddenly thinking of something and continued: "Today is a little bit awkward. Unusually, he actually said thirty-six words after breakfast." The man was silent for a while, and then smiled helplessly: "You really count the words your son said, you can really do it."

Knowing that his mother is sitting at home thinking about his abnormality. 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, kicked the gravel on the ground intently, and said after a while, "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 Zhian 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 were you doing with your arms on top of my head in the morning?"

"...Stretching." Fu Zhian replied expressionlessly, looking at Chi Yu's frowning brows again, he continued with a smile, "Could it be you think I was doing something on top of your head?"

Fu Zhian's shamelessness level really refreshes Chi Yu's bottom line at any time, he resisted the urge to strangle him and turned around, walking forward while whispering: It's too fucking vulgar, I have to stay away from him in the future.

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