Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

It's great, I can eat with my senior brother again, Fucheng jumped down the steps, feeling better, the Zhengshan school uniform of the school in front of me is much more pleasing to the eye.

But which dog man stole his money?Breaking the school and installing fake surveillance, Zhengshan is not as good as morality, rubbish.

"Brother, what are we going to eat?" Fucheng asked, "I really brought money, and it was still in the table bucket before peeing, and when I came back, I saw..."

Looking back, there was no one behind him.What about people?

"Senior Brother? Where are you, Senior Brother?" Fu Cheng had no choice but to go upstairs and climb the steps he skipped again.

Jiang Bai waited on the third floor, waiting for Xiao Yuancun to appear from the stairs and stand beside him.

"Senior brother, why don't you leave?" Fu Cheng paralleled him.

"Who told you that you can fly down the stairs?" Jiang Bai took a step.Fucheng followed in a cloud, and continued to babble: "I came back and saw that there was only a plastic bag left in the table. Someone must have stolen it. I haven't found my schoolbag yet..."

After taking two more steps than his elder brother, he stopped again.Fucheng walked back in the opposite direction, and walked all the way behind the senior brother: "I don't want to carry Zhengshan's schoolbag. Chongde is much better than Zhengshan, and the school was established more than two months earlier than Zhengshan. The teaching building is on the 4th floor. But the martial arts arena is about the same size."

It was time for lunch, and Jiang Baixiang carried a small mosquito with him, which existed all the time and made an invincible noise.He looked at the cafeteria, there were many people, and Li Congjincheng might be there, so he turned around and left the school.

"Brother, don't we want to eat?" Fucheng opened the zipper, and the key jingled, "I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry and go find your senior brother." Jiang Bai looked at his key chain.

"My senior brother... I don't know which idiot stole my money, otherwise I would have money to eat. Even if I ask my senior brother, he will definitely take care of me." Fucheng followed regardless of previous suspicions, and the lion head always used to walk ahead of the lion's tail. Just walk a few meters more than once.

After passing, Jiang Bai stopped, continued to walk and passed again, and then stopped again.After going back and forth more than a dozen times, Fucheng had no choice but to follow behind, only half a step away.

When Jiang Bai turned his head, he saw him following him obediently, much like the king who jumped to bed on Friday.Rarely quiet.

It was still the steamed bun shop, the boss knew these two faces: "The handsome guy is here again? What do you want to eat this time?"

Jiang Bai picked the seat from last time, and was surprised to have an answer. "Beef, no coriander." It felt quite strange, and it was the first time I had a sense of control over my unfamiliar body.

Fucheng sat on the left side of the senior brother, but the senior brother moved the wet tissue to the right again, and he changed seats again, laughing out of a small dimple and waiting for dinner.Eat and eat.

"Anything else?" the boss asked.

"No, just add more buns, we don't have much money." Fucheng is not picky about food, anyway, he can eat whatever he wants with his senior brother.

Jiang Bai frowned, and only earned 250 yuan for spitting fireballs, which is really not much money.

"There are more restaurants near Zhengshan than Chongde. There are fried chicken shops and skewers at the east gate of Chongde. I eat 20 skewers of mutton skewers at a time." Fucheng looked around curiously.

Mirrors were installed on the walls of the restaurant, making the store look clean and large. Jiang Bai looked at the people in the mirror. "Don't you not eat mutton?"

"Mutton kebabs are edible. Senior Brother used to sneak out over the wall to buy them for me. Senior Brother said that the meat he gave was not meat, so it was edible. I also have two Junior Brothers, one named Qiu Li and one named Qing Rang. Senior brother said that a bowl of water should be flat, so bring me 20 skewers and each of them 1 skewer." Fucheng tapped the disk and waited for food, "They have grown taller in the past 3 years, and Qiu Li's 1 meters is just right. Qing Rang is taller than me. Senior brother even bought me loose pine..."

"No matter how poor you are, you have nothing to eat." Jiang Bai turned his face away.

"Eating, eating is important." Fucheng is no longer poor, and the senior brother fell off his head and fell out of order, moody, so I don't mess with him.But if I knock him again, will it be okay?

"Come on, two big bowls of thick beef soup, no coriander." The boss brought the bowl, and added another plate, "This is all steamed buns, half a child can eat it, and grow taller. How old is this handsome guy?"

Fucheng grabbed a steamed bun, said with a smile, "I'll be 18 next year, and my birthday is in January, so..."

"Do you want to eat?" Jiang Bai broke the chopsticks.

"Eat, it's important to eat." Fucheng sat upright, opened the steamed bun, and put it into the soup, "Brother, do you eat a lot of beef in my bowl? I have been a vegetarian since I was a child, and I occasionally taste meat, and it is easy to eat too much." nausea."

Jiang Bai's chopsticks suddenly stopped in the bowl.

"Really, on my 14th birthday, my brother took me to eat barbecue. I smelled the smell of meat and couldn't stop, so I vomited all night. I didn't dare to eat so much after that." Fucheng picked a large piece of beef Come out, "you eat, I haven't touched my chopsticks, they are clean. After eating, we will discuss in the afternoon."

"You can't eat barbecue either?" Jiang Bai asked.

"Ah, yes." Fucheng took a bowl of soup.

There was half a bowl of beef in Jiang Bai's bowl for no reason, he moved his chopsticks hesitantly, and took the first bite.

Fucheng eats very slowly, and his father is only half full when he is 13 years old, so he cherishes every bite and swallows after chewing enough.But Fucheng never blamed his family, because he knew that his father and grandfather grew up like this.If you want to be the head of the class and dance the lion head, you can sacrifice a few centimeters of height for the Fujia class, which is not a pity.

At that time, my dad was always nagging, explaining why Mingming couldn't keep himself from growing when he was half full, but Fucheng didn't dare to say that the condition of the elder brother's family was average, but he saved all his pocket money to buy food for himself.

Now he is still used to chewing slowly, putting down his chopsticks when he is [-]% full.Looking at the side, there is still a piece of beef floating in the bowl of the senior brother.

Jiang Bai stared at the piece of meat, the chopsticks were stuck in his hand and he couldn't open it.There is a force in the dark that pulls him, making him have a bite of everything he eats.

Just as he was about to put down his chopsticks, a pair of bamboo chopsticks on the right stretched out stealthily and plunged into his soup bowl.Looking up along that arm, Fu Cheng was biting his lower lip, scooping up the last piece of meat in his bowl.

The king used his front paws to pick up the things on his plate.But the king never ate it when he pulled it out. He would just continue to squat on his lap and raise his black claws to lick it.

So Jiang Bai decided that the raccoon cat did it on purpose, and it might have a grudge against him.

The one you picked up, be good.

"Brother, give me this piece of meat, I'm just one bite away, and I'll be full after one bite." Fucheng fished it out.With a dazed effort, Jiang Bai put the meat from his own bowl into Fucheng's mouth, chewing it quite deliciously.

"Do you want to eat meat today?" Jiang Bai saw his bowl was empty for the first time, so he acted with a CD.

"Occasionally, I eat it, mainly because I'm greedy, but I just take a bite." Fucheng put down the bowl solemnly, folded the paper towels that had wiped his mouth into a square, and pressed it under the bowl.

According to the rules taught by Fujiaban, you can swear, but you must be polite when you come out.That's how you finish a meal.

The boss came to pay the bill, and the two bowls were well eaten, and the chopsticks and paper towels were neatly stacked. "Young man is really nice, I'll give you a discount next time!"

Fu Cheng turned his face and smiled: "Thank you boss, it's delicious."

The little dimple in the mirror turned towards someone else, Jiang Bai turned his face away.

"I'll add more steamed buns and meat next time! Are you full today?" the boss put away the bowl and asked.

"I'm full, thank you." Just as Fu Cheng was about to turn his face away, his neck shrank suddenly, as if he had been picked up again.

"Why are you always laughing with others?" Jiang Bai handed over the money with one hand and carried the person with the other. The bones on his neck are very hard, but the skin is particularly easy to rub, and the more you twist it, the softer it becomes.

Just finished drinking the sweaty beef soup, his skin was slightly damp, Jiang Bai pinched and rubbed it, and a strange thought came into his head, as if he had picked up the king himself.

Fucheng didn't dare to move when he was pulled. In the past, he laughed with everyone, but his brother never cared about it. It really broke his mind.After being grabbed by the back of the neck and leaving the steamed bun shop, Fucheng muttered: "What's wrong with me laughing with others, you didn't open the street..."

"Do you still want to eat this week?" Jiang Bai tightened his fingers, let go of the nape of his neck, and tied the belt around his neck with a bow.

"Eat, you have to eat. Don't laugh if you don't let me laugh." Once again, Fucheng felt that his senior brother had changed. He used to follow his three good students in everything, but now he is a few people.

"People who learn martial arts are not allowed to smile around outside, this is the school motto of Zhengshan." Jiang Bai said, looking at the corner of his mouth where the dimple was hidden.

It was still early to go back at this time, Xue Fucheng followed behind obediently, quietly took out a cigarette.Unexpectedly, Jiang Bai frowned and asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Smoking." Fucheng flicked the cigarette, "But I don't have any addictions, so I'll try it once in a while." He thought his brother wanted to ask something, but he stretched out a hand towards him.

"Give me one." Jiang Bai said.

Fucheng was a little confused. "You... smoke too?"

"Is there no smoke?" Jiang Bai asked.

"Yes, yes, it's just..." Fu Cheng knocked out the cigarette, lit it and handed it over, "Why do you know how to smoke?"

"Do I look like I don't know how to smoke?" Jiang Bai took the cigarette and walked straight forward.Fucheng slowed down, and chased after him. It was the first time he saw his senior brother smoking, and his psychological shock was similar to the first time his senior brother saw himself smoking.

I touched cigarettes earlier, at the age of 14, the rebellious period came suddenly, and I decided that I was an adult if I had smoked.But I didn’t understand it at the time, so I threw it away after taking a puff because it was too uncomfortable, but my brother was taken aback, and I talked about the dangers of nicotine seriously for half an hour.

Senior brother is the most stable of the four, with a good personality and willing to endure hardships. His father often takes him to practice, and he takes two juniors to mess around in the courtyard.

On the second day of smoking, my father swept out half a cigarette from the lion hall, and the four apprentices lined up and asked who the cigarette belonged to.Qiu Li and Qing Rang naturally didn't know, Fucheng was afraid of being beaten at the time, so he didn't dare to admit it, the senior brother took a step forward with his hands behind his back, saying that he smoked.

50 precepts, all drawn on the back of the senior brother, each strip is red.Fucheng was so scared that he didn't dare to smoke again, and he didn't remember it until this year.

After finishing the cigarette on the road, Jiang Bai walked into the supermarket.Snacks are not allowed in the dormitory, and they are checked regularly, but there is always a place to hide things, sometimes under the mattress.

He took a pack of cigarettes and saw that Fu Cheng was standing in front of the shelf and couldn't move anymore. "What are you looking at?"

"I want to eat snacks." Fucheng pointed at the biscuits, "Puffy biscuits, brother bought this for me before, I want to eat."

"If you don't buy it, you have no money." Jiang Bai turned to leave, but no one followed.He turned around and saw that the man was still there.

Ten minutes later, Fucheng returned with two big bags full of snacks, and he couldn't walk again when he walked to the refrigerator.

"Boss, do you have saltwater popsicles in your shop?" Fu Cheng swallowed.

Jiang Bai was paying the bill at the cashier when he heard the word popsicle.

"Salty water popsicles?" The supermarket owner shook his head, "I haven't heard of that one. No."

"Why not? Is it because your store is not big enough to stock up?" Fucheng said straight to the heart of the boss, "A very common kind of popsicle is cheap."

The owner of the supermarket was heartbroken. Of course he knew what he was looking for, but he didn't buy because the profit was too low.There are very few people who buy salty water popsicles, so there is no ice cream that sells fast. "No, no, don't buy and yell at me."

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Bai asked, purely curious.

"I didn't look for it, I asked casually, if I don't eat it, I won't eat it." Fucheng ran outside the supermarket. In the past, he ate too many popsicles and was picked up by his brother to practice stance. He still hasn't forgotten it.

They went back after strolling until the class was about to start, and they were held back by Xu Jun as soon as they entered the classroom.

The internet-addicted boy was about to fall into the sky with sleepiness, trembling with excitement: "Brothers, do you want to make money? The film and television martial arts class is looking for someone, and there is a small film crew recruiting cheap martial arts replacements, do you want to go?"

make money?The frustration of not having any popsicles to eat was swept away, Fucheng nodded with a smile: "Go, count me in, 300 yuan is not negotiable, 250 yuan is fine."

He was kicked on the ankle, facing his master's cold eyes, Fucheng immediately pursed his lips, for this week's meal, for the pile of snacks in his arms, he would not smile unless he smiled.

"You guys bought so much, give me a taste." There was something delicious in his arms at the same table, Xu Jun reached out and took a pack of chocolates, just about to open it, his eyebrows were hit by a small ball of paper, reminding him of last night's big peach.

The last member of the sixth group is holding the second ball of paper, with the half-meter-high mint grass as the background, indifferent and compelling.Xu Jun put the chocolate back silently.

"By the way, how does our class monitor check?" Fucheng tried to untie the bow tie on his neck, and the senior brother seemed to have tied a knot for himself, like a small collar, "I lost my money, I don't know if it was stolen by some idiot in the class Brother said that the monitoring is fake, please help me to ask if I can check the corridor monitoring."

The second ball of paper was clenched and placed on the desk indifferently.Xu Junfu went to his heart, and opened a sky eye at the place where the eyebrows were beaten.

"It can't be checked." He righteously destroyed the school, "The monitors in Zhengshan are all fake."