Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Although Fu Kun and Fu Yijie hadn't had any major incidents in the past few years to show their deep brotherhood, except for the occasional quarrel, they were basically peaceful at other times.Fu Yijie is sensible, and Fu Kun has a bad temper, but in front of Fu Yijie, he can usually remember that he is an elder brother, and there will be no fights or anything.

Don't worry about it.

In this case, Fu Yijie said for the first time that this was different from their quarreling over what Fu Kun drew or which game they played.

Fu Kun was so shocked, his younger brother who always told him about anything, actually said, don't worry about it?

He never thought about whether he should take care of him, but he just felt that he didn't care who was in charge of his younger brother's affairs!

but now!

"What did you say?" Fu Kun was a little annoyed, this little bastard has grown up, he is so arrogant!

"Leave it alone if you tell me." Fu Yijie didn't know what to say, anyway, he wouldn't tell Fu Kun about it.

"Fu Yijie!" Fu Kun kicked his chair, "You think I'm willing to take care of you! Or it's because you are my younger brother..."

"Leave it alone if you don't like it." Fu Yijie threw himself on the table and plugged his ears with his fingers.

Fu Kun stared at him for a long time without saying a word, and finally shook Fu Yijie's back with the pants in his hand: "Success! You said it."

He turned his head and walked out the door. Fu Yijie's miraculous reaction made him very angry, something is wrong!

After going out for two steps, he was still angry after thinking about it, so he turned around and entered the room again, stood in the living room, pointed at Fu Yijie who was still lying on the table, and yelled: "If you get beaten up in the future, don't ask me to give it to you!" You vent your anger!"

Fu Yijie didn't expect to make things like this, but Fu Kun's words also made him very uncomfortable, so he whispered: "I will fight stupidly."

"...Okay." Fu Kun turned his head and went out the door. This time he really had nothing to say, that's right, he just knows how to fight, or fights stupidly...

Standing in the bathroom flushing cold water, Fu Kun's anger slowly subsided.

He closed his eyes and poured water on his face. He really hadn't thought about this problem before, the problem of fighting.

He usually doesn't take Fu Yijie with him in fights, and he also knows that this is not a good thing. Fu Yijie has always been excellent in both character and learning in school. When Yijie would show a satisfied smile, even he himself always felt that this younger brother was his pride.

It's just that he never thought that Fu Yijie would say that.

Does this mean that he looks down on his brother?

Thinking of this, Fu Kun was immediately discouraged, and the water was extremely cold on his body.

When he returned to the room after taking a shower, Fu Yijie was still sitting at the desk and immersed himself in his homework. Fu Kun was supposed to go there to do his homework, but he couldn't get up, so he lay down on Fu Yijie's bed and closed his eyes. .

After a while, Fu Yijie asked, "You don't do your homework?"

"I can't write." Fu Kun replied weakly, raised his left hand and shook it in the air a few times before falling back on the bed.

"...Brother, I didn't mean that just now." Fu Yijie put down his pen and looked back at him.

"It doesn't matter what you mean," Fu Kun closed his eyes, "I don't care about your affairs in the future, anyway, I want to care, that is, fights, or foolish fights."

Fu Yijie didn't speak, and turned to lie on the table and continued to do his homework.

"Fu Yijie, let me tell you," Fu Kun felt uncomfortable after thinking about it, and he was so emotional as if he was confessing his funeral, "Don't be like that...you look like a little girl, you can't temper Like a girl, at least be tougher, don't let people bully you."

"Oh." Fu Yijie responded.

"You're being bullied this time..." Fu Kun frowned. Fu Yijie's torn book and the bruise on his face made him feel more and more uncomfortable when he thought about it. Dispelled by his anger, he sat up at once, "What the hell is going on!"

Fu Kun didn't ask for an answer.

Fu Yijie grew up with only two skills, one is that pitiful expression with tears on and off, the other is silence.

As long as he made up his mind not to speak, no matter how you ask, he won't say a word.

In the evening, his mother asked him what happened to the injury on his face, and Fu Yijie only said that he was scratched by a big bamboo broom while on duty.

Mom checked it out and gave him some medicine. The cut is not deep, so it shouldn't be disfigured.

Fu Kun could only think about this matter by himself.

But after pondering for a few days, he couldn't come up with anything.

He even secretly asked Xia Fei. Xia Fei and Fu Yijie had always had a good relationship, but Xia Fei didn't know.

Fu Yijie didn't see anything unusual, he still sat in the back seat of him to go to school every day, came home on time after school, did his homework, watched TV and slept, except that it was his turn to be on duty these days, and he came back later than usual, Fu Kunlie The work and rest schedule is not as accurate as him.

Fu Kun even blocked Jiang Song once on the road, but Jiang Song only said six words when he saw him, "Hi brother, I don't know."

Fu Kun was a little desperate. If Fu Yijie refused to speak up, this matter would probably become an unsolved case again.

"You really don't want to tell your brother?" Jiang Song stood at the door of the classroom with his schoolbag in his arms, waiting for Fu Yijie.

"Well," Fu Yijie sat on his seat, "You go first today, I'm going shopping, I'm not going in the same direction as you."

"Ah? Let me go by myself again? How long has it been? What do you buy every day!" Jiang Song was very disappointed, "What if your brother blocks me again, I'm afraid of him."

"They get out of school late, if you don't walk all the way to eat, no one can stop you." Fu Yijie said without raising his head.

"...Then I'm leaving."

"Bye-Bye."

Fu Yijie walked out of the school with his schoolbag, instead of walking the way home, he walked in the opposite direction to No. [-] Middle School.

These few days he didn't go home with Jiang Song, they all walked this way.

Fu Kun has been depressed these days, he can feel it, but he doesn't know how to explain it to Fu Kun.

He didn't want Fu Kun to help him get ahead, Fu Kun was honest, and to save face, he would definitely go head-to-head, especially if he knew that Wang Zhiqiang was among the other party's people, then he really didn't know what would happen.

When Tang Jun came to grab the money, Wang Zhiqiang pretended not to know him, probably he didn't hold back anything, and he didn't want Fu Kun to cause any trouble.

But that doesn't mean he'll just let it go.

For some things, Fu Yijie held grudges.

He put this account on Wang Zhiqiang's head.

Wang Zhiqiang took the same route home every day. He wandered with Tang Jun and the others until they left when they were about to reach the department store, and turned left to a small street to go home.

Fu Yijie is very patient. Wang Zhiqiang is taller than Fu Kun, and he is also quite big. One-on-one, Fu Kun, who is desperate for a fight, can be tied with him. He is not tall enough for Fu Kun's shoulders. , can only wait patiently for the opportunity.

After several days of observation, Fu Yijie finally chose a suitable hiding place for himself.

At the entrance of the hutong of Wang Zhiqiang's house, there is a big camphor tree with a thick trunk, which can easily cover a person.

He had already chosen the escape route, turned around ten steps and there was another small street, there was a vegetable market facing the street, there were a lot of people at this time, and he could escape by running in.

Today is the opportunity.

Wang Zhiqiang came back earlier than when he was alone, holding an unknown book with his hands lowered while walking and flipping through it.

He was fascinated by it. When Fu Yijie jumped out from behind the big tree, he was still staring at the book, and he didn't even have time to look up.

In fact, Fu Yijie couldn't see him clearly either, the peaked cap picked up from the school playground blocked Fu Yijie's upward sight.

But he had already seen the direction and angle, and swung the long plank in his hand diagonally upwards.

He heard the sound of the wooden plank being slapped on the person, but he didn't see where it was shot. The numb feeling in his hand let him know that this blow could make Wang Zhiqiang suffer enough.

Wang Zhiqiang was confused by the sudden attack, and the pain from the bridge of his nose made him unable to even cry out.

He covered his face and bent down, and heard the sound of footsteps running behind him. He fought back the pain and looked back, only to see a black figure in a blue hat swaying and disappearing at the corner of the street.

"Ah—" He roared at this moment. The warm liquid gushing from his nose and the unbearable pain made him stomp his feet on the ground several times, and he couldn't run after two steps. Almost lay down and rolled.

Wang Zhiqiang didn't see who the person who beat him was. The incident was too sudden, so he could see that the person was wearing a hat, and he didn't even know how tall, short, fat, or thin.

That figure didn't look familiar to him, and he couldn't figure out who would dare to do such a thing.

He hadn't had any conflicts with anyone recently, and he would be retaliated like this... Wang Zhiqiang held his nose, and the nosebleed dripped from his fingers to his feet.

The most annoying thing about Fu Kun was being on duty, every time it was his turn to be on duty, he felt bored.

The classrooms have to be swept, the blackboards have to be wiped, the flowers in the corridors have to be watered, the duty areas for each class have to be swept, and finally the trash baskets have to be carried to take out the trash.

For a slacker like him, even with four students on duty, it would still be tiring after work.

He sat on the seat, looked at Gou Sheng who was dragging the trash basket and came back after emptying out the trash, took out a bag of potato chips from his school bag and threw it over: "Thanks for your hard work."

"Still leaving?" Gou Sheng caught the potato chips, poured some into his hand, and stuffed it all into his mouth. All the students in the class have almost left, except for a few who have to finish their homework at school The one who had just left was working hard on the table. .

"You won't choke to death..." Fu Kun picked up his schoolbag and stood up, "Let's go."

When the back door of the classroom was kicked open, all the people inside were startled, and Fu Kun who had just walked to the front door to go out was also shocked.

A few people wearing school uniforms from the No. [-] Middle School entered the classroom through the back door. The one in the lead was smoking a cigarette, and raised his chin at the students in the classroom: "Anyone who is fine, get out."

Everyone in the classroom didn't move. I don't know if they didn't react, or they didn't understand who was in trouble and who was in trouble. If they walked wrong, they would be beaten.

Fu Kun narrowed his eyes, and he recognized this person as Tang Jun, the boss of No. [-] Middle School.

But Wang Zhiqiang behind Tang Jun took a few glances before he recognized him.

Half of Wang Zhiqiang's face was covered by gauze, especially on his nose. The thick gauze was pasted with adhesive strips, which made his nose look bigger and bigger for no reason.

"Who are you looking for?" Chen Li, who was packing her schoolbag, suddenly asked loudly.

"I didn't look for you, get out!" Wang Zhiqiang opened his mouth, wondering if the thick gauze on his nose affected his mouth, his speech was a little slurred.

"How funny," Chen Li put her schoolbag on the table, "This is No. [-] Middle School! This is our class! If you want to get out, you are the ones who get out!"

To be honest, Fu Kun was a little taken aback by Chen Li's courage.

The No. [-] Middle School is a good school, and the students in the junior high school are also the obedient and good students in the original elementary school. Generally speaking, no one will contradict this kind of thing. It is like the kind of No. [-] Middle School where half the class will follow when something happens. "Rogue Tradition" is different.

Fu Kun watched the few people in the classroom who hadn't left all lower their heads and said nothing. He didn't expect Chen Li to say such a thing.

This is looking for a draw.

"It's nothing to you, let's go," Fu Kun said to Chen Li, turned around and threw his schoolbag on the table in the first row, looked at Tang Jun, "Looking for me?"

In fact, Tang Jun had only heard of Fu Kun's name, but the two of them had never had any direct contact with each other. The former Fu Kun could not be a good elementary school student, so he had no interest.

He tilted his head, and Wang Zhiqiang behind him said, "That's the kid."

Tang Jun didn't speak, he looked Fu Kun up and down, Fu Kun didn't make a sound, leaned against the table and looked at him.

Wang Zhiqiang waited for a while, seeing that neither of them had any intention of speaking, he had no choice but to open his mouth: "Fu Kun, you have the ability to show your face, and you have a fart behind your back! It's so fucking embarrassing. !"

Fu Kun let him be stunned by this call, and threw a black knife behind his back?He hadn't done this kind of thing for more than ten years. Although he was really too lazy to explain to Wang Zhiqiang, he still said: "Don't blame me for everything, whoever beats you, go to whoever."

"It's not who you are who took pictures of me yesterday!" Wang Zhiqiang roared.

"Love so and so." Fu Kun glanced at him.

Tang Jun raised his hand suddenly, picked up a chair beside him, and smashed it in front of Fu Kun.

The people in the classroom saw the formation, and all ran out, only Gou Sheng was still standing at the front door, not knowing whether to go up to help or turn around and leave.

Fu Kun looked at the chair that was smashed in front of him, he didn't move, in fact, he didn't have time to move, compared to Tang Jun, a bastard in the third grade of junior high school, he was still young, he didn't expect Tang Jun to do it in the classroom.

But Tang Jun didn't see that he didn't have time to move. If Fu Kun hid, he slapped and punched Wang Zhiqiang a few times in the past to show Wang Zhiqiang's success, but Fu Kun was still leaning on the table, which was a bit awkward style, he came interested.

"I'll settle the matter here today, whether it's up to you alone or together." Tang Jun took out a watermelon knife from his shriveled schoolbag, and thrust it into the table.

The quality of teaching in No. [-] Middle School is good, and the quality of the table is also good. The knife did not stick on the table as Tang Jun expected, but slipped and lay down.

Tang Jun had no choice but to pick it up and thrust it into the crack of the table again, but it still didn't go in, so he had to pick up the knife and slap the table hard.

The knife is not used to stab people, it is used to create momentum, but Tang Jun's momentum obviously failed because of his stubborn table.

Wang Zhiqiang threw his schoolbag on the ground, picked up a chair and rushed over.

Fu Kun felt that he was very wronged, and he was very depressed to have to fight with Wang Zhiqiang in the classroom for no reason, but he quickly retreated to the podium and picked up the iron dustpan that was placed under the podium.

Just as Wang Zhiqiang walked through the classroom with a chair and rushed to the podium, a man's full voice came from the corridor: "Where is it!"

When Gou Sheng who was standing by the door heard it, he didn't care who the person was or what he was asking, he immediately rushed out and shouted: "Here, here, here..."

Fu Kun immediately recognized the voice of the school gate guard and security uncle, and he quickly threw the dustpan he picked up back under the podium.

Chen Li rushed into the classroom with the security guard, pointed at Wang Zhiqiang and Tang Jun, and said loudly, "That's them! The hooligans from No. [-] Middle School!"

"How did you get in here!" The uncle stepped into the classroom, his voice still loud, "What are you doing! Get out!"

Tang Jun glanced at the uncle, turned around and walked towards the back door: "Go."

Wang Zhiqiang was stunned holding the chair. No matter how much they joked, he didn't have the guts to hit someone in front of the school security. He hesitated for a few seconds, threw the chair, pointed at Fu Kun, walked back and said, "You Wait, this thing is not over!"

With Wang Zhiqiang's temperament, this matter is indeed so easy to finish.

So when Fu Kun left the school gate, he looked around vigilantly. He didn't bother to sneak attack, but it didn't mean that Wang Zhiqiang wouldn't sneak attack.

But there was no suspicious person outside the school gate, only Sun Wei was squatting in front of a dilapidated bookstore with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Zhang Kexin told me that Tang Jun and Wang Zhiqiang are here to look for you, are you okay?" Sun Wei ran over as soon as he saw him, and looked him up and down again, "Hey, the school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School really have look."

"Zhang Kexin?" Fu Kun glanced at Sun Wei, "When did you learn to smoke?"

"I haven't learned it," Sun Wei blew out the cigarette, "Isn't this just to look fierce, why did they find you? You haven't messed with them recently."

"I don't know, let's go."

Fu Kun and Sun Wei hadn't been home together since they entered junior high school, and they didn't get together very much. Now that they met, Sun Wei talked a lot. Reported again.

"Let me tell you, Wang Zhiqiang has taken a fancy to Zhang Kexin." Sun Wei gritted his teeth, "Oh, this is deliberately picking on you, to show Zhang Kexin how good he is."

"Who smashed his nose?" Fu Kun asked, Fu Kun didn't care too much about who fell in love with Zhang Kexin, he and Zhang Kexin were just like that, he didn't even hold Zhang Kexin's hand.

"Who knows, the bridge of the nose seems to be broken." Sun Weile.

The two of them were pedaling the car while chatting slowly. When they were approaching the intersection, they squeezed the brake at the same time.

Wang Zhiqiang and Tang Jun blocked their way ahead.

There are not many people on this street, and there are courtyard walls of the units next to it, and there is a dead end.

Wang Zhiqiang is quite good at picking places.

Fu Kun looked back, and the two people behind him did not know when they followed up, they were blocked in front and back.