Han Yu

Chapter 34 Daily Life

Han Fang didn't even show his face in the past few days when he disappeared, which attracted some people's attention, but seeing that Zhou Fu didn't say anything, he just pretended to be deaf and dumb. No matter what, he decided to handle the fussy things by himself, and they just cooperated with each other and just turned a blind eye and let it go.

But now Han Fang suddenly appeared again, as if he really just got sick.

At noon in summer, the temperature is so hot that you are already sweating just by walking a little. The cicadas hide in the shady leaves and keep singing, adding a little vitality to this quiet but full of people's playground.

The hot sun shone hot and itchy on the sweaty skin. The instructors shuttled unhurriedly among the straight recruits. Sweat slid from their foreheads to their cheeks, and then dripped from their chins. The clothes on the back were wet and dry, layers of sweat intertwined, sticking to the back and being scalded and itchy by the sun, no one dared to stretch out their hands to pull it, or to wipe their face. Sweat that has smeared into the eyes.

Zhou Fu's falcon-like eyes sharply scanned one face after another, either patiently or unwillingly, until he saw that careless face, his pupils shrank indistinctly, the other party was obviously not resistant to heat, Beads of sweat protruded from the forehead, wet the broken hair on the forehead, covered up the usual sloppy and unserious appearance, and the face that had not completely faded from childishness was stained with a bit of fragility, but that was just an illusion of appearance , the end of those naturally upturned eyes provoked a few traces of slack, Zhou Fu could almost imagine that if the corners of the other party's lips were slightly curved, that indifferent smile would be frivolous, but people couldn't move their eyes to chase after it.

Han Fang didn't know which direction his mind wandered to. Usually, if someone stared at him for more than a minute, he would definitely scan it with one look. Unlike Zhou Fu's intentional or unintentional glances over several times now, he completely ignored them.

"There are still 10 minutes, hold on..."

The voices of the instructors came to his ears faintly, and he didn't know which direction it was, but the only thing that was clear was that if he dared to move, the next second to greet him was either the instructor's belt or standing longer some.

So be nice and bear with it.

The instructor said that this is helpful to exercise their endurance. Fortunately, in the morning, the sun is not so strong. At noon, it is the rhythm of peeling off a layer of skin. Then after several days of exposure to the sun, the back will be full of pain after taking off their clothes at night. It was so red from the sun that it barely shed its skin.

Han Fang felt as if he was going to become a wooden stake. He stared blankly at the front and couldn't move a single step. From the initial discomfort to the habit of gradually numbness, the temperature under his feet was also hot to the soles of his feet.

When Zhou Fu passed by him at this time, there was a person who seemed to be really itchy because of the sweat on his body. When Zhou Fu turned around, he raised his hand and couldn't help scratching, but he didn't want Zhou Fu to turn around immediately as if he had eyes on the back of his head. Staring at him, the person who was stared at by him felt a little uncomfortable, and said stiffly: "The sweat is streaming down my neck, it's very uncomfortable..."

Suddenly there was a gasp in the surroundings, and countless gazes were directed at him, and the resentment mixed in them was enough to burn him.

Zhou Fu likes to sit continuously when he does things. He belongs to the kind where one person makes mistakes and doubles the punishment. He can make [-] push-ups into [-] and [-] for you. His heart tightened suddenly, and he was afraid that Zhou Fu's thin lips would say something and stand there for half an hour.

But today Zhou Fu didn't mention this, but raised his eyebrows with great interest, and slowly talked about the military training rules, and many people were relieved.

Han Fang lowered his eyes and listened to Zhou Fu babbling in his ears. From the corner of his eyes, he could catch a glimpse of the other party's straight legs, and then he looked at the pair of military boots on his feet, thinking about him absent-mindedly. I don't know if it will feel uncomfortable to step on the hot ground.

Well, the boring ones are starting to think about this.

What Han Fang misses most now is his own entertainment business. Although he is a hands-off shopkeeper, he has carefully considered the place, name and decoration. It has not been a day or two since he kept this idea. He planned to get along with his old man slowly, but he didn't expect that the other party's agreement would save him a lot of effort. Of course, Han Fang didn't know that his father would agree to anything in order to let him settle down.

After all, Han Fang's plan at the beginning was that if his father didn't agree, he would sell some of his businesses until the money was enough.

But you can imagine how angry his father will be then.

Because Zhou Fu stood in front of him, part of Han Fang's face was hidden in the shadows. Although the sun was still scorching hot, it relieved a lot of his discomfort. I don't know what happened to Zhou Fu today. A person who didn't bother to pay attention to his eyes actually broke up with a recruit until they stood up.

But the point is that it's good that he wasn't punished, so Zhou Fu's anomaly just passed in other people's minds, and what followed was luck.

The next step is to line up and go to the cafeteria to eat. Today's dishes are quite in line with Han Fang's taste, even with a few rough steamed buns, it looks pleasing to the eye.He found a seat where there was no one else and sat down. It didn't take long for someone to sit opposite him with a dish. Han Wang raised his eyes and said, "There is someone here, you..."

The word "blind" was swallowed back, and when he raised his eyes, Zhou Fu's sharp and resolute face appeared in front of him.

For some reason, Han Fang always felt that the way Zhou Fu looked at him made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't see anything but somehow made people feel depressed.

Zhou Fu picked up a steamed bun, lowered his head and said as if gossiping: "Didn't you run away, why are you back again?"

Han Fang lowered his head and stuffed the food with his chopsticks into his mouth. He didn't expect him to mention this at this time, and he asked it casually.

"My old man asked me to come." After a pause, he said as if he remembered something, "Thank you."

Zhou Fu felt that his ears had gone wrong. He had heard a lot of words from Han Fang in his lifetime. It was the first time for Xie. What does Xie mean? The other party is thanking him for not revealing the fact that he ran away and keeping it a secret.

Han Fang has his own set of standards for being a human being, and Xie is unambiguous. Although he doesn't need Zhou Fu to hide it for him, and he doesn't understand why Zhou Fu should hide it for him, but everything is different. It is certain that he can't get anything good, and thanks to Zhou Fu not revealing the matter, he can get good things from his father.

Zhou Fu lowered his eyes to suppress his eager heart, looked at the slender and beautiful fingers of the opposite person, with some bruises on his wrists, and the beautiful and casual face, Han Fang's lips were beautiful, slightly upward Alice, Zhou Fu desperately wanted to reach out and touch her.

Han Fang put down his chopsticks and saw that the dishes on Zhou Fu's plate hadn't moved. He was about to get up and pour them out, but he didn't want the man to react, so he frowned to stop him, and saw that there were more than half of the dishes on Han Fang's plate. , "You haven't eaten yet."

"I can't eat it."

Xia Tian has a bad appetite, but even if the other students in the military academy don't have any appetite, they don't dare to waste it. There are many lessons learned from the past and they have already remembered the lesson.

But Han Fang never cared about these things. He was used to doing whatever he wanted. Seeing Zhou Fu's unhappy appearance, he curled his lips and handed the plate over, "Help me eat."

He casually said a slightly naughty joke, but Zhou Fu actually took it.

Han Fang was obviously a little surprised, moved his lips to say something, and finally swallowed it back. He was still wondering if Zhou Fu was very angry when he was like Zhou Fu last time, and why he changed his temper this time.

He didn't see that Zhou Fu looked at his back with intriguing eyes, as if he was struggling with something, his hand holding the chopsticks slowly tightened.

After noon is a relaxing lunch break. There is a toilet in another building near the cafeteria. After Han Fang went to the toilet, he planned to go to the playground to find a shady place to squat for a while.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard a voice, "Chen Liang, you are really good."

There was a burst of laughter, and the voice continued, "Look at you, you dirty my shoes so carelessly and let you lick them clean, why are you still frozen?"

After hearing these few words, Han Fang couldn't understand what was going on inside. He pushed the door open and saw four or five people, surrounded by a fair-looking person in the middle.

The people inside didn't expect that someone would come in at this time, and suddenly a few pairs of eyes turned towards Han Fang, and Han Fang acted as if he hadn't seen those people, he just did what he had to do, washed his hands when he was done, and ignored them completely.

The few people looked at each other in blank dismay, not sure what role Han Fang was. The children of the nobles here accounted for most of the people, and it was necessary to clearly distinguish who could be messed with and who could not be messed with.

When Han Fang was about to go out, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the man in the middle. He was dusty, with his head slightly lowered, his fingers clenched his pants and his lips pursed, but that profile alone was enough for Han Fang to recall who he was.

Isn't this the one standing next to him in line to bask in the sun.

He stopped suddenly.

Those few people looked at this young man with unruly brows who put his hands in his pockets idly, raised his chin slightly and a shady smile climbed to the corner of his lips, his eyes were slightly cold, his tone was lazy but not to be underestimated.

"Hey, did I say that people in our class don't let others bully?"