Zhu Mu Lang Ma

In Fu Yijie's eyes, Xia Fei knew a lot, like an encyclopedia.

Xia Fei started by talking about how plants bloom and bear fruit, then how fish give birth to small fish, how Diudiu fell in love, and finally how people came to be.

Fu Yijie had heard his classmates discuss how people came here before, and their parents had all sorts of strange explanations. They were picked up by cranes, floated in the river on a boat, dug out of the garbage dump at the door, rice grains changed, and fell out of armpits. from……

Although he knew that this was not the case, he had never participated in such a discussion, and he had never asked his parents this question. He came from an orphanage, and he didn't want to ask these questions.

But Fu Kun asked, and his mother said that Fu Kun fell along with the jujubes from the jujube tree in front of his grandma's house, and his head was thrown down, making him fall a little silly.

Xia Fei's explanation was very easy to understand, and Fu Yijie had a clear understanding of the content described in the book, and he no longer felt uncomfortable like before.

"Actually, these things are nothing, they are very common." Xia Fei put the pen away and touched Fu Yijie's head, "Now that you know it, you won't make any fuss in the future."

"Brother Xiao Fei," Fu Yijie lay on the table and looked at him sideways, "Tell me, does my brother know this?"

"He probably didn't know it when he was your age. At that time, he was still a jujube," Xia Fei smiled, "But he should know it now, but..."

"It's not as detailed as I know." Fu Yijie was a little proud.

"Ah."

"Then..." Fu Yijie stood up, jumped around the room a few times, and looked back at him, "Is that the same with the man?"

"Hey!" Xia Fei took the cup and was drinking water. He spit out the water back into the cup when he asked this question. What you should know now, you don’t have to know in your life.”

Weige Sun is in a particularly good mood today. This is the first time he can get rid of his mother and go shopping for clothes on his own. It is like a sign that he has really grown up. He has much more money in his pocket than usual pocket money , Walking on the street, the whole person is straight and full of confidence.

When he walked into the Giordano store, he had a great sense of accomplishment. Junior high school students are different from primary school students!It's all specialty stores!

Although they have not stepped into the school gate of junior high school.

But what gave Fu Kun a headache was that Sun Wei's taste was not as good as his mother's.

"How about this one?" Sun Wei asked Fu Kun while tugging at a T-shirt.

"It's summer now," Fu Kun looked at the T-shirt that was as big as a cape, "it's not suitable for kite flying."

"I think it's pretty cool, then this one..." Sun Wei wanted to reach out again.

Fu Kun pressed his hand: "You asked me to come out with you, do you choose for you or let you choose?"

"Help me choose."

"Then you can follow me? The ones you recommend are all things I won't wear after the fourth grade." Fu Kun turned his head and walked to another row of shelves.

Sun Weishou, wearing a white T-shirt like a robe is like a flagpole carrying a white flag, and finally Fu Kun picked out a checked shirt for him.

"Don't wear sweatpants, why don't you buy a pair of jeans?" Fu Kun said.

"Jeans?" Sun Wei was stunned. Although he thought the jeans that had just become popular on a large scale were good-looking, he never thought about wearing them. The people who wore jeans were the most stinky people in junior high and high school. The little girl wore elastic pants. Jeans are twisted when walking.

There is also Fu Kun who is very particular about clothes, tall and long-legged, and looks good in clothes.

"Well, what's the matter." Fu Kun looked at him.

"My mom says jeans are bad for development..."

"what?"

"Damn." Sun Wei replied very seriously.

"Then my egg is probably gone from early grinding, right?" Fu Kun looked down at his jeans, a little helpless, "Try it?"

The pair of jeans that Fu Kun was wearing belonged to Apple, and Sun Wei decided to buy the same pair. Apple is a famous brand, and now he decides the money, so of course he should also buy a famous brand.

When wearing the jeans, Sun Wei suddenly felt that he became awesome instantly. Although he couldn't use his butt to prop up the pants like Fu Kun because he was too thin, he still felt pretty good.

"How is it?" He stood in front of the mirror, turned his head and asked Fu Kun.

"It's good," Fu Kun slapped him on the buttocks, "Eat fatter, like a monkey, the meat is all on Sun Xiao's body, right?"

"Don't say that in front of her." Sun Wei pointed at him. Sun Xiao has gained a little weight this semester, and she is very worried.

"She's not too fat."

"Then don't say that."

"Got it," Fu Kun pushed him, "Go and pay."

After buying clothes with Sun Wei, it was almost noon. When Fu Kun ran up to the third floor while listening to the Walkman, he smelled the smell from the kitchen. It was not time to cook, and the smell was not the smell of vegetables. , is sweet.

He glanced into the kitchen and saw Xia Fei who was boiling sugar in a small pot and Fu Yijie who was standing aside and staring at the pot.

"What are you doing?" Fu Kun shouted.

"Brother, you're back." Fu Yijie turned his head and saw him and smiled, "Brother Xiaofei is doing sugar painting here."

"Just right, the sugar is ready," Xia Fei waved at him, "You come to draw."

"It's a hot day..." Fu Kun stood three steps away from the stove, "It needs to be melted when it comes out."

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound, just looked at him. He was so familiar with that look. Every time he saw this look, Fu Kun felt that he could hear the voice of shrinking in the corner like a ball calling his brother. vibrato.

He turned his head away, he really didn't want to move, he just wanted to go back to the house and lie on the floor with the electric fan blowing on him.

Fu Yijie loves to eat snacks. The pocket money his mother gives him every month is basically for food, and he loves sweets the most.As for this candy painting, Fu Yijie loved it when he was young. It costs [-] cents to transfer it once, but if you turn it back and forth, you can only transfer it to the smallest one. If you transfer a chicken, it is considered good luck, and you still refuse to spend more money. Let people draw a dragon directly.

The turntable is all rigged, Fu Kun didn't know it before, but after he knew it, he wanted to use his finger under the turntable to help Fu Yijie turn a dragon, but the boss discovered it before he succeeded...

Thinking of how Fu Yijie was staring at the turntable with all his attention, his heart softened again: "Hey, let me try."

Fu Kun was already proficient in painting with watercolors, but he was completely inexperienced in painting with sugar syrup. He held the pot in front of the big white porcelain plate in a daze for a long time and didn't know what to do, so he turned his head: "What do you want in a piece?"

"Long chant." Fu Yijie waited with sweat on his head.

"I can't draw, it's too complicated."

"Then why are you asking me?"

"Draw you, I have been painting you for several years and have experience." Fu Kun thought for a while.

"Well," Fu Yijie nodded, he didn't ask for anything in the painting, even if he poured sugar directly on the plate and asked him to chew, he didn't mind, "If the painting is not cute, there is no money."

"That also depends on how cute you are."

Fu Yijie didn't speak, but smiled with narrowed eyes, and Fu Kun sighed, Fu Yijie who rolled his eyes like this was really cute.

Fu Kun made a horse stance, and slowly poured syrup on the plate, drawing the head first, then the hair, eyes, body, arms...

However, due to insufficient judgment on the flow rate of sugar and the size of the plate, Fu Yijie had no legs when the project was finally completed.

In order to save face, Fu Kun used the remaining sugar to draw two legs on another plate.

"That's it!" Fu Kun wiped off his sweat, "Brother Xiaofei, I'll give you this leg."

"Okay," Xia Fei smiled and pressed the bamboo stick up: "It looks pretty good, just blow it with an electric fan for a while."

When they finished the sugar painting, the aunts and aunts who were cooking began to gather in the kitchen.

Fu Kun was afraid of being dragged and said that he did well in the junior high school exam this time, so he walked quickly to the corridor, but after walking a few steps, he felt that the atmosphere today was a bit wrong.

A few aunts who were about to tease him and Fu Yijie ignored them today and just whispered about something.

"I really saw it, it's her..."

"Oh, are you really going to have a baby? How old are you?"

"Who knows what's going on, anyway, the children are all brought back."

……

Fu Kun didn't understand what was going on, but at night when his parents were talking about the same topic, he finally understood.

Mom and Dad's colleague, Uncle Cheng's daughter, Cheng Qingqing, who was about five or six years older than him, disappeared for almost a year, and suddenly came back with a newborn baby in her arms.

"Did she give birth?" Fu Kun thought it was amazing, Cheng Qingqing was not familiar to him, and he had no impression of her, she was quite an ordinary girl.

"Don't ask." His mother patted him on the head. "You are not allowed to talk about this matter. We will just close the door and say a few words about other people's affairs. It is rude to go out, understand!"

"I didn't say I wanted to go out and talk about it, why did I say this..." Fu Kun went back to the hut, took a new notebook, and prepared to draw.

"Hey, you said she's a pretty girl. Why didn't you see her in a year, and you brought the child back. How did you get pregnant? Old Cheng's temper can't kill her..." Dad sighed.

"I'm pregnant when I'm fertilized." Fu Yijie watched the TV and said suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, both parents were stunned, and Fu Kun poked his head out of the hut to look at Fu Yijie in surprise.

"What did you say, baby?" Mom sat next to Fu Yijie.

"Once the egg is fertilized, it will be born." Fu Yijie replied calmly.

"Where did you know that?" Although my mother felt that the words were correct, she always felt that there was something wrong when they came out of the mouth of a child who was only in the fourth grade.

Fu Yijie didn't speak, took the cup and lowered his head to drink water.

"Fu Kun!" Mom suddenly raised her head and stared at Fu Kun who showed half of her face from the back room, "Is it you!"

"Hey!" Fu Kun was stunned, and didn't know what to say, "It's me! Is my father's surname Dou? My nickname is E'e, right?"

My mother felt that children should understand these things sooner or later, it doesn't matter how old they are, but Fu Yijie knew that, so she was a little nervous.

Fu Yijie is different from Fu Kun. He usually doesn't talk much, and no one knows what he thinks. Every day, he obediently goes to school to do homework, run, and play basketball. This semester, he has two red lines hanging on his arm. Became three ways, whether it's a teacher or a neighbor, when it comes to Fu Yijie, there are only three words, good boy.

But how did such a worry-free child know such a standard concept of fertilization?

In the end, my parents couldn't find out from Fu Yijie where he knew these things. They could only speculate on two possibilities. Cabinet of comic books.

It is impossible to go to Xia Fei's house to look through other people's books, but you can check Fu Kun's.

So all of Fu Kun's comic books were found by his mother and spread all over the floor.

When turning over the book, Fu Kun was a little sweaty.On the bottom floor of the comic book box, there are several yellow comics he has hidden. The covers are quite ordinary, but if the contents are seen by the mother...

Fortunately, because there are too many books, my mother got tired after looking through them for a while, and only found one book: My Family Has a Girl Beginning to Grow.

However, although this book was obscure, it was enough for my mother to slap the book on Fu Kun's head in one go.

Fu Kun gritted his teeth and endured it. In the eyes of his mother who doesn't allow random horses to read, this book can indeed slap the head. unloading.

After finding the "culprit", Mom and Dad began to conduct self-examination.

Fu Yijie loves to read, and there was Fu Kun at home who didn't even bother to read the house number, so he never bought any books. Jie went to the bookstore to pick up books.

Dad also made a small bookshelf for Fu Yijie, with a total of six floors.

Fu Kun originally wanted to join in the fun and put his own comic books up there to enjoy himself, but after putting all the books of classmate Fu Yijie up, there was almost not enough room.

Fu Yijie looked at him, went over and took down the book on the top shelf and put it on the table: "Brother, put it here."

Fu Kun picked two sets and put them up. For Fu Yijie's book, he wasn't even interested in glancing at it. He was only interested in the professional terms that Fu Yijie knew from where. Unfortunately, no matter how he asked this time, Fu Yijie didn't say anything either.

Fu Kun almost wanted to ask you if you peeked at Sun Wei's book, but after thinking about it, there was no such word in that book except um, ah, ah, ah, you are so old.

The summer vacation is almost over, and Fu Kun is going to report to No. [-] Middle School to participate in military training. There is still no answer to this question. In his heart, Fu Kun silently lists it as an unsolved case along with the piece of garlic that smashed the head of a big silly bear a few years ago. .

Since when did this kid start having secrets?

The military training in junior high school is quite improvised, only three days, and there is half a day for general cleaning.

There are not many primary school students in No. [-] Middle School, and quite a few students from No. [-] Elementary School go to No. [-] Middle School, such as Xu Jiamei, Zhang Kexin and Sun Wei.

Fu Kun was in class 8 of the first grade of junior high school. When he introduced himself, he heard that there were two or three students from the third elementary school, but he didn't recognize which class they were from after watching for a long time, as if he had never seen them before.

But it was much easier for people to recognize him. Fu Kun was carried by Teacher Yang to the door of the third primary school every week to be punished for exhibitions more often than the teacher on duty at the station door.

This kind of environment without acquaintances made Fu Kun a little discouraged. When he stood up and introduced himself, he didn't bother to talk. Others stood up and said, who is my name, where am I from, what are my hobbies...

Fu Kun stood up and said four words, Fu Kun, Sanxiao.

Even the teacher didn't react when he sat down after talking.

A girl sitting in front of him turned around and smiled at him: "You are Fu Kun?"

"Yeah." Fu Kun glanced at her, he was not good-looking, quite dark, and immediately he had no interest in talking to her.

"How to write?" The girl handed over a piece of paper.

Fu Kun didn't speak, and didn't want to write, but she just kept holding the paper and handing it over, with a smile on her face all the time.

Fu Kun stared at her in silence for a while, guessing that he might not be able to support her, so impatiently took the paper from her hand and stuffed it into the drawer: "No."

"My name is Chen Li." The girl smiled and said her name.

Fu Kun couldn't remember the name, so he only remembered two names of the whole class, one was Hu Wenwu, because he felt that this person's parents were either too greedy or too contradictory when they chose the name, and the other was Gou Sheng.

After finally finishing the military training cleaning and orientation meeting, the moment Fu Kun was looking forward to the most arrived in small steps.

Get the school uniform.

Fu Kun and a few boys were called by the teacher in charge to help get the clothes. When a pile of clothes was put in his hands, he opened the plastic bag and looked. There were two sets. They were indeed black collared suits and shirts. .

what!what!what!

Getting up early and getting dark in vain is exhausting!

As soon as the school uniform was in hand, many people began to put it on themselves, and they didn't care about wearing a jacket with a stand-up collar now, which might cover up prickly heat.

Fu Kun was not in a hurry to try it, he could tell by looking at the people next to him that the school uniform was a little too big, and he had to go back and ask his mother to change it. He looked at the shirt again, and there were faint gray fine twill stripes in the white, and it was still With a tie.

Although it is not as cool as a suit, but in the white T-shirts of sportswear in other schools, the tie alone can make people laugh, even though it is only a tie.

When Fu Kun returned home and asked his mother to change his clothes, and put on a full set for her to measure, her mother couldn't help but click her tongue several times.

"Oh, it's really..." She took a small tape measure and looked Fu Kun up and down, "People need clothes."

"Am I usually ugly?" Fu Kun was a little dissatisfied. He felt that besides painting, his most important thing was his own image.

"It's not the same, it's a different feeling to wear this set." Mom couldn't think of what to say for a while, so she turned her head and looked at Dad, "Tell me, Lao Fu, how does it feel?"

"Manly." Dad looked up at him from behind the newspaper.

"Yes!" Mom clapped her hands, "That's what it means!"

"It looks good..." Fu Kun turned his head and wanted to ask Fu Yijie, but when he turned around, he was stunned, "Hey, what are you thinking?"

Fu Yijie was staring at him blankly, the Meideng he was holding in his hand was almost so high that he didn't even know it, the box was still held at an angle, and the water dripped onto his hand.

When Fu Kun called him, he suddenly came back to his senses, lowered his head and quickly drank the watered Mei Deng Gao, licked his fingers again, and then looked at Fu Kun: "Huh?"

"Where are you sleepwalking?" Fu Kun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Ask you if you look good or not."

"It looks good." Fu Yijie nodded, who would forget to eat if it wasn't good looking?

Although in Fu Yijie's mind, Fu Kun looks good no matter what he wears, even if he is shirtless and wearing shorts, but today's school uniform still makes his eyes fixed on Fu Kun and he can't move it away.

It was like discovering a new continent.