Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Under the interference of external forces, the four people who rolled into frozen dumplings in the ditch were carried to the shore.

Although a few people are still angry, but if you want them to fight again, they are useless, and they are trembling so much that they can hardly walk.

Fu Kun didn't know how he got home. Fortunately, it was not far from home. When his mother asked him what to say, his answer was always the sound of teeth knocking together.

His mother covered the quilt and made ginger soup. Fu Yijie kept staring at him from the sidelines. After his mother wrapped him in the quilt, Fu Yijie climbed onto the bed and hugged him.

However, Fu Kun's health is indeed quite good. After such a toss, he didn't catch a cold and only sneezed a few times.

Seeing that Fu Kun was fine, my mother began to ask what happened in detail.

Fu Kun didn't dare to tell the truth, he only said that he went to the bridge with Sun Wei and fell off.

Mom looked at Fu Yijie suspiciously: "Yijie, tell mom, is that right?"

Fu Kun was suddenly a little nervous. When he was Fu Yijie's age, he couldn't tell lies, so he answered whatever his mother asked.

Fu Yijie didn't look at him, but raised his head to look at his mother: "My brother rolled down the slope."

"What a waste." My mother had no doubts when she heard Fu Yijie's words, she clicked her tongue and walked away without even comforting her.

Fu Kun was a little dissatisfied with Fu Yijie's self-assertive description of the scene where he rolled downhill and fell into the river, but since Fu Yijie was helping him hide it, he could only acquiesce.

His mother scolded him, and when his father came back from work, he was very pleasantly surprised to stick Fu Yijie's certificate of award on the wall with his mother. After rejoicing, he turned his head and gave Fu Kun another training.

You see how capable your younger brother is, so you will get the certificate back. Don't keep taking your younger brother to do good things.

He also educated Fu Yijie along the way.

Don't play around with your brother. We had no experience and didn't take good care of your brother. He has been used to it since he was a child.

Fu Yijie listened carefully and didn't speak, just nodded all the time.

For a long time after Fu Kun was talked to that day, he didn't know what to do to meet the seemingly contradictory demands of his parents, to play with his brother or not to play with him.

Fu Yijie was like his tail, he couldn't even shake it off.

During the Chinese New Year, the family went to grandma's house to play. He finally found an opportunity to go to the game hall with a few cousins, but Fu Yijie dragged his clothes and followed him, and he stood outside the game hall for 5 minutes in a daze. Gritting his teeth for the last time, he turned and went home.

And Fu Yijie also has a strange problem, Fu Kun has many uncles and aunts, and several younger brothers and sisters, but no matter who calls Fu Kun brother, Fu Yijie will immediately run to Fu Kun's side and hug Fu Kun , a dozen or so consecutive calls like that of brother, like a competition.

When Fu Kun was patient, he would respond in a row, and sometimes he would yell when he got annoyed by his calls, just stay away!But no matter what his attitude was, Fu Yijie didn't care too much, he kept silent after yelling, and continued after a while.

The relatives in the family like Fu Yijie very much. The child is beautiful, like a doll, and well-behaved.

Grandma keeps teasing him, Yijie, he looks so beautiful, he will have to find a wife who is prettier than you in the future.

Fu Yijie nodded.

What kind of one are you looking for?

Like my brother.

This answer made the whole family happy for almost a year.

For Fu Yijie, during the years in the orphanage, his childhood was a blank. Apart from hiding food, he had no other recreational activities.

Fu Kun led him to climb trees, climb over walls, catch fish, touch bird eggs, and even fight without success, allowing him to see another world outside the orphanage. He felt full of novelty, Fu Kun was more than just a big brother to him.

Fu Kun is the one who led him to experience a new life, even if this brother always gets into trouble and is often taken to stand by the school gate by the teacher, even if this brother occasionally beats him impatiently, he will still play Time to try to get rid of him.

The daughter-in-law is a very important person, so she must be the elder brother.

In the eyes of others, Fu Kun is not a good boy, but Fu Yijie feels that only he knows what kind of person his brother is and how many advantages he has.

Fu Kun doesn't like doing homework, but when he's not having fun outside, he can lie down at the desk for hours, drawing various cartoon villains on the notebook.

Fu Yijie likes to watch Fu Kun's paintings. Fu Kun's paintings are very good, even better than other people's paintings when they are covered with paper. Even the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which he has always thought ugly, are good-looking. He also likes Fu Kun's paintings Concentrated expression when painting, and likes to stretch out his hand when Fu Kun draws, and Fu Kun will draw a few small animals on the palm of his hand and the back of his hand.

"One piece, this is you." Fu Kun drew a chubby rabbit on the back of his hand.

This rabbit, Fu Yijie, stayed for more than a week, and he was reluctant to wash his back when washing his hands.

Later, my mother rubbed it off for him when she saw it.

The only things that can make Fu Kun voluntarily stay at the desk are painting and making some handicrafts like periscopes, but Fu Yijie is different. From the first grade to the third grade, he has always been a worry-free child. Yes, it's all praise.The white wall that my parents left behind to post Fu Kun's certificates but was always blank was covered with Fu Yijie's certificates, but the wall next to Fu Yijie's bed was filled with Fu Kun's paintings.

"I need to discuss something with you." Fu Kun held a poster in his hand and kicked Fu Yijie's bedside.

"Huh?" Fu Yijie closed his eyes and responded.

"Which ones can be torn off," Fu Kun pointed to his own painting on the wall, "Make room for me to post these."

"Post what?" Fu Yijie opened his eyes.

"Car." Fu Kun showed him the poster in his hand.

Fu Yijie didn't speak.Fu Kun held the poster and waited for a long time, Fu Yijie's eyes closed again, he was anxious: "Then I just tear it up?"

"You can't tear it up, you can paste it somewhere else." Fu Yijie said.

"No - it's - right -" Fu Kun dragged his voice, "What's wrong with you, there's no head here!"

Fu Kun wanted to post the Little Tigers on the wall before, but Fu Yijie refused. Later, he wanted to post the Four Heavenly Kings. Let, now he sticks a Harley, it's not enough!

"Then..." Fu Yijie turned over on the bed, thought for a long time, and finally pointed to the top: "You can stick it on the cabinet door."

Fu Kun raised his head and looked at the place Fu Yijie had chosen for him. He didn't know what to say. What Fu Yijie was talking about was the hanging cabinet that his father installed next to their bed. You can't even see it on the top bunk...

"One piece," Fu Kun sat on the bed and lay down next to Fu Yijie, "Tear up those paintings, if you want, I'll draw them for you anytime, as for this..."

"It's different." Fu Yijie quickly turned over and hugged him, putting his legs on his stomach, "Each one is different, and it's from two or three years."

"It turns out that the painting is so ugly." Fu Kun was very helpless.

"I like."

"Better don't you like it?"

"It's different," Fu Yijie frowned, "You look better now than when you were a child, but I also liked you when you were a child."

"Oh, this little thing can really talk," Fu Kun said happily, not knowing what to say, "Okay, I'll stick it on the cabinet door."

Fu Yijie was telling the truth, maybe even mom and dad didn't notice the change in Fu Kun.After entering the fifth grade, Fu Kun has become more and more beautiful, and neighbors often say that the older Kun Zi is, the more energetic he is.

Fu Kun is changing. After entering the sixth grade, Fu Kun began to pay more and more attention to his image. He has ideas about what clothes to wear and what kind of hair to cut. There was a big difference, Fu Yijie stared at Fu Kun for a while, then lowered his head and kissed him on the face.

"I'll kiss now, stop licking my face." Fu Kun smiled.

"Well," Fu Yijie nodded seriously, and after a pause, he pressed his ear to Fu Kun's chest, "Brother."

"Ok?"

"Go out to play in the afternoon." He said, Fu Kun usually took him and Diu Diu out on Tuesday afternoons.

"Afternoon..." Fu Kun stroked his hair, "I made an appointment with a few people from our class in the afternoon."

"Oh." Fu Yijie didn't say anything.

"Do you play games? Yesterday I asked Sun Wei to borrow a game card. He just bought it. It's 45 in [-]. You can play it this afternoon."

"Ah."

This is another change for Fu Kun. The number of times he takes him out is decreasing, and more and more people will go out with his classmates.

He knew all of Fu Kun's classmates, and he knew who was always looking for Fu Kun recently.

Every time there will be a girl named Zhang Kexin, and Fu Kun seems to be quite willing to go out with her.

Ever since the woman named Xu Jiamei fell in love with Wang Zhiqiang, "Fu Kun's wife" has changed to Zhang Kexin, and Fu Kun's attitude towards Zhang Kexin is obviously a little different from Xu Jiamei's indifference to Xu Jiamei. Patience is different.

"Fu—kun—" A delicate voice came from downstairs.

Fu Kun, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, stood up, opened the window, waved his hand at the bottom, then turned around and put on his coat: "I'm going out now."

Fu Yijie got off the bed, went to the window and looked out. Zhang Kexin was standing downstairs, wearing a pink corduroy coat, black woolen skirt, and a pink hat. There were several Fu Yijies beside him. A classmate in Kun's class.

"Oh." Fu Yijie closed the window, it's only March, wouldn't it be cold to wear a skirt?

"I'll bring you something to eat when I come back." Fu Kun felt that he was a little cold, so he went out and came back again, "What do you want to eat?"

"Roasted sweet potatoes." Fu Yijie said.

"Success." Fu Kun nodded and walked out, this one is easy to buy, at least one tin bucket of roasted sweet potatoes can be seen on the street.

But after he went out, Fu Yijie added another sentence behind him: "Is Lao Zhang's family okay?"

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned.

Lao Zhang is an old man who sells roasted sweet potatoes. He is quite famous. Many people detour to buy from his stall on the road, but it is quite far from their home, and they have to make a special trip to go there.

"Suddenly want to eat his food." Fu Yijie lay down on the sofa, curled up his legs and pressed his stomach, thought for a while and said, "Forget it, it's too far away."

"It's okay, I'll bring it for you." Fu Kun suddenly couldn't bear to see Fu Yijie curled up on the sofa hugging the little blanket that covered his mother's legs while watching TV, looking a little lonely.

"Thank you brother." Fu Yijie smiled at him with one eye peeking out from behind the blanket.

Fu Kun was originally a little depressed about having to run so far for a baked sweet potato, but Fu Yijie's satisfied smile quickly wiped away his depression.

For him, Fu Yijie's tears and laughter are sometimes more effective than his mother's torment.

Fu Kun ran downstairs, Zhang Kexin immediately greeted him, and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes: "Open your mouth."

"What?" Fu Kun stepped back, he was too close to see what Zhang Kexin was holding.

"Let you open your mouth," Zhang Kexin frowned, "I won't harm you."

Fu Kun opened his mouth, Zhang Kexin put a small piece of beef jerky into his mouth, and a group of students standing behind him immediately coaxed him.

"Daughter-in-law has fed it!"

"Fu Kun, you two are so nasty!"

Fu Kun went over to get the bicycle while eating, and waved at those people: "Let's go, where are we going?"

Zhang Kexin sat on his back seat and grabbed his clothes.

"Hug your waist." Someone shouted with joy.

"It's not over." Fu Kun turned his head and saw that it was Jiang Bin, and bared his teeth at him, "I have nothing to do all day to carve who and who I love you on the wall. I won't keep it a secret for you."

"Ouch—who is it!" The firepower of a group of people instantly shifted to Jiang Bin.

"Can't go yet," Sun Wei shouted, and he finally rode on Sun Xiao's old bike after Sun Xiao got a new one, "Let's go climbing!"

"Let's go!" Fu Kun kicked his feet and slapped Sun Wei on the back. Although Sun Wei was not in the same class as him, Sun Wei always came when people in his class went out to play.

"Lushan Shenglong Ba!" Sun Wei chased up and slapped Fu Kun on the back.

"Your mother beat your father." Fu Kun answered lazily.

"Tianma Meteor Fist!" Sun Wei shouted, grabbing ahead of Fu Kun to catch it himself, "Your mother practices Monkey Fist!"

"Do you dare to shout in front of my mother?" Fu Kun laughed.

"Don't dare."

Fu Yijie stayed on the window the whole time, seeing that Fu Kun and his gang were riding a bicycle around the corner and couldn't see them, so he went back to the sofa and sat down.

Staring at the TV in a daze for a while, he took Diudiu for a run in the courtyard downstairs, and when he got home, Diudiu fell asleep and ignored him, so he had to take out the game console and take it out of Fu Kun's drawer Find out that 45-in-one card.

Mom and Dad allowed the two of them to play game consoles for half an hour every day, and Fu Kun took him to play.

He is not good at playing games. At the beginning, he just pressed AB up, down, left, and right. He didn't know who was himself on the screen. He could beat Fu Kun to death several times in a round of tanking.

Later, when he became familiar with the game, he was not very interested. He would rather watch Fu Kun play on the sidelines, staring at the screen half of the time and Fu Kun's nimble fingers half of the time.

Today he plans to play it, 45 in one, there are many new games in it, he wants to see what there are.

But after only playing for 5 minutes, he threw the handle aside. This 45-in-[-] is the same as the ones that my mother bought before. There are only a few games in total, and all of them have been played.

boring.

Fu Yijie walked out slowly, heading for Xia Fei's house.

When Fu Kun didn't have time to play with him, he usually went to Xia Fei. Ever since Xia Fei found out that he wanted to hit the big silly bear with a water bottle but didn't tell anyone, he was always willing to run to Xia Fei's house.

Xia Fei's family has a lot of books, he can just sit on Xia Fei's bed and read all afternoon, and Xia Fei will teach him patiently when he encounters a word he doesn't know.

The door of Xia Fei's house was not closed tightly, leaving a small gap.

Fu Yijie leaned against the door and looked in through the crack, but saw no one. Just as he was about to open the door to call Xia Fei, he heard Zhang Qingkai's voice.

"I didn't say I must go." Zhang Qingkai came out from the back room, Fu Yijie could hear that his voice was not as friendly as usual, standing at the door, he didn't know whether to walk away or go in.

"Don't you mean to go?" Xia Fei said in a low voice, "Actually, I won't stop you if you want to go. It's going to rain, and Lang is going to get married."

"I just said that there is such a person that my mother asked me to meet. There is no other meaning. I have been procrastinating."

"I just said that if your mother told you to meet, you should go and meet. It doesn't mean anything else. It doesn't matter if you delay or not."

"Forget it, I can't tell you."

"Then you're going to cross the Yalu River in high spirits today to tell me a fart."

"You really, let's go, go down and walk around," Zhang Qingkai made him laugh, "I guess that's why I like you..."

Zhang Qingkai's voice dropped, and Xia Fei also lost his voice.

Arguing over?

Fu Yijie pushed open the door and stepped in.

But when he saw Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai in the room, he was stunned again.

Xia Fei leaned against the wall beside the table, Zhang Qingkai put his head down and put his arms around him.

Although the two of them separated quickly when the door was pushed open, Fu Yijie could still see clearly.

They were kissing.