Han Yu

Chapter 44 Gifts

In fact, he was already awake.

But he still lay on the bed without moving.

He could feel the shadow falling in front of him, but he was still sleeping soundly as before, so until the figure disappeared and the door was closed, he still didn't move.

After a long time, his hands touched the somewhat cold bed, Zhou Fu opened his eyes and got up, sighed, stretched out his hand to grope for a while, and lit a cigarette.

When Qiao Yi came, he was dressed like a beast, but when he left, he couldn't even put on the appearance of a gentle scum. Qiao Shang looked at his son's face in disbelief: "You really let others play like this?"

Father Han searched the entire ship but couldn't find his son, and shouted at Qiao Shang: "Where is my son?! Where has my son been tossed by you?"

Qiao Shang sneered: "Come on, when my son came, he walked over with two legs, and now he has to lift it to go out. Your family may have a guilty conscience somewhere."

Father Han was so angry that he wanted to jump, "Fart! My son never knew from birth that he should be guilty of harming others."

"..." Qiao Shang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and raised his hand, "Let's go."

Carrying Qiao Yi's stretcher, he started sailing. Father Han's eyes instantly cooled down, and he kicked his foot. Qiao Shang heard a plop, and looked back, tsk, his son who always looked up at others was kicked by this kick. Caught off guard with a muffled snort, he easily rolled off the stretcher and fell into the water.

Rolling is water splashing.

If it wasn't for Qiao Shang's natural fickleness, this scene just made him raise his eyebrows, and looked at Father Han with a half-smile: "Han Nian Gao, how about I compensate you for losing your son?"

Father Han gritted his teeth: "Fuck you, believe it or not, I kicked you into the water too."

Qiao Shang nodded: "You scold, keep scolding, I feel a little better."

"..."

All language can't actually do any harm to a pervert.

When Han Fang came back, his face was unexpectedly pale. A group of hypocritical people surrounded him asking questions, and they were called back one by one by Father Han to question his son's whereabouts. Even though Qiao Yi was taken away by Qiao Shang, they couldn't figure out why, and when they saw someone at this time, they wanted to scramble to clear the relationship.

Han Fang glanced coldly at those hypocritical faces, and lifted his lips: "Noisy."

So the surrounding quiet down.

He rolled his eyelids, "Get lost."

So they dispersed wisely.

Someone noticed that something was wrong, why did Young Master Han come back from a trip, and Da Xia Tian was still wearing a long sleeve with the zipper pulled up to his neck to cover it tightly.

"Where have you been tonight?"

Han Fang perfunctory his father without raising his head, "I lost my memory, don't ask me."

"..." Father Han changed the subject, "Isn't it too hot to wear long sleeves?"

"My pleasure."

Leaving these three words and his father behind, he wrapped his clothes tightly and went back to the room, leaving his father alone with a confused look.

His son became a little weird when he came back after going out for a trip.

Han Fang locked the door as soon as he returned to the room, took off his clothes and went straight to the toilet, looking at the unusually bright bruise and purple hickey marks on his neck, his face was gloomy.

He really wanted to castrate Qiao Yi, the culprit.

Father Han found that his son had changed since his birthday.

Nested at home from morning to night, locked himself in the room and didn't know what to think, and the long-sleeve collar wrapped his neck tightly, as if there was some unknown secret inside.

There was a lot of silence, and Father Han was the only one who was the most active after the meal, entertaining himself, and he immediately became unhappy, and poked his son for something, without raising his eyes.

What a joke, do you want Han Fang to tell his father that your son was almost raped by someone, and he is still planning to castrate the person who dared to fuck him.

After thinking about it like this, a question suddenly came to mind.

Han Fang was finally willing to ask, "How is Qiao Yi?"

His old man looked puzzled: "How about what?"

Han Fang frowned, and heard his old man say slowly: "I don't care what he does, I just walked over and carried it out, it doesn't matter."

"..."

After more than ten days of silence, Han Fang received a call.

He stared down at the series of numbers for a while, then reached out to pick it up.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, before saying, "Han Fang, it's me."

It's Zhou Fu.

Han Fang squeezed the phone a little bit tighter, a burst of inexplicable irritability surged in his heart, he let out a breath and looked at the two old turtles in the tank who were killing each other and stepping on each other, "What's wrong?"

"I want to see you."

The other end was silent for a while, and even Zhou Fu's heart began to tremble slightly. He heard Han Fang say: "Time, place."

His heart finally settled down, he breathed a sigh of relief, reported the time and the place name, almost at the moment he finished speaking, Han Fang hung up the phone.

He put down his phone with a broken heart.

Han Fang was never afraid of trouble, no matter what happened, he never refused.

At this moment, he stared at his firm face in the mirror: "Don't be cowardly, just do it."

So he set off arrogantly. Before leaving, he took a few glances at his neck, guessing that the weather was a bit cold, so he pulled a long sleeve to wrap himself tightly, and drove the car with more horsepower. Walk.

The ten-minute journey was completed by him in just a few minutes. When he arrived at the place, Han Fang was a little entangled and didn't want to get out of the car, and a sense of irritability surged in his heart for no reason.

He really didn't know how to face the first person in his life who bit him.

Han Fang was expressionless and thought to himself that Zhou Fu might not have come so early.So he quickly unbuckled his seat belt, closed the car door, turned around and walked into the park.

Zhou Fu asked him to come to an abandoned park in a remote location. If you ignore the rusty sports equipment, the scenery is actually pretty good.

However, Han Fang underestimated and made a mistake.

Zhou Fu seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. Just a few steps forward, Zhou Fu happened to hear the movement and turned his head to look at him. He looked at him with a little surprise in his eyes, and then smiled and said :"You came."

The eyes are indescribably tender and tender, making people think of the kiss and helpless pampering that night when they leaned over for no reason.

Han Fang just hummed, they didn't mention what happened that night tacitly, if Han Fang said it, he just remembered that he had a good time that night, and then he opened his eyes without being frightened.

It was a nightmare.

It was Zhou who raised a topic.

"I'm leaving."

Han Fang’s symbolic question of humanitarianism: “Where are you going?”

Zhou Fu didn't answer.

This person seemed to be a little thinner, he was already thin, his brows were furrowed impatiently at this moment, his eyes showed a cold and dull loneliness, his lips were curled up indifferent to the world, as if he had always disdained ants.

The face in front of him was slowly overlapping with the opposite one, the eyes were moist and helpless, and the brows were delicate and dazed slowly blooming a gorgeous and affectionate color.

Zhou Fu lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

If you don't stand on an equal footing with this person, in this life, you can't dream of holding him in your arms and kissing his eyes lightly.

So in order to get it, you have to do your best to have it, even if you do something you don't want to do, as long as the result is satisfactory, then everything is worth it.

He said slowly: "It seems that I haven't had time to give you a gift for your birthday."

At the mention of this embarrassing remark, Han Fang stiffened reflexively for a moment, and then gave up on himself thinking that it was him who was having fun anyway, but there was always a little shame.

Keeping an expressionless face, Han Fang looked down at a ray of sunlight falling at his feet, "You called me today because of..."

"Come to say goodbye to you." Zhou Fu accepted the words, and he stood upright. No matter when his face was serious and frightening, his eyes looked at the young man in front of him softly, as if Being able to see through his discomfort and faint resistance, his eyes dimmed a bit just thinking about it.

But he pursed his lips and handed something over.

Han Fang looked at the military knife handed over. Although he didn't know the goods, he knew it was better than a kitchen knife. He looked up at Zhou Fu, and the things in the latter's eyes always made him incomprehensible. Understandable tenderness: "Birthday gift."

There is a line of English engraved on the shell.

However, the deeper meaning is probably Zhou Fu's inexplicable thoughts.

I look forward to seeing you again, and I hope you can wait for me.

Han Fang slowly, slowly raised a casual smile that didn't reach his eyes: "Thank you."

The irritability in my heart became more and more intense.

Until the time of leaving, it could not be reduced.

If Han Fang was willing to look back, he would have seen Zhou Fu staring at his back until he disappeared before lowering his eyes in despair.

He took Zhou Fu's farewell and left without looking back.

There was never anything that Han Fang could miss.

never.

It was afternoon at this time, and the sun was slanting towards the west. Han Fang drove the car all afternoon. He didn't know where he drove. It wasn't until nightfall that he stopped in front of a bar.

The owner of the bar knew him.

Hearing that the irritable young master frowned slightly and ordered: "A private room, no one is needed." After a pause, he added, "Serve the wine."