Zhu Mu Lang Ma

The two of them stared blankly at each other, there was a wall behind Fu Kun, there was no place to retreat, Fu Yijie almost met his eyes, but he didn't retreat, he just stared at him like that.

"Why are you licking me?" Fu Kun wiped his mouth and pushed him, "You're all right, what are you thinking?"

Fu Yijie still didn't speak. After staring for a few seconds, he suddenly jumped from the bed to the floor as if frightened, and ran out of the hut without his shoes on.

When Fu Kun put on his underpants and shoes and chased him out, Fu Yijie was no longer in the room, only his parents were watching TV in the living room.

"What's your brother doing? Has he had diarrhea?" Dad looked at him, "Hey, my son is in really good shape."

Fu Kun immediately raised his hand and made a posture of a bodybuilder: "Mr. Fu Jianguo, you really have a good eye."

Diudiu lay on his stomach beside the sofa, puffed out his nose, and looked up at him.

"It's as beautiful as a sika deer, even the dog sighed," my mother gave him a blank look, "Why did Yijie go, he didn't even wear shoes in such a hurry!"

"I don't know." Fu Kun remembered that he didn't come out to practice bodybuilding, so he quickly opened the door and continued to chase.

Fu Kun didn't need to look for him to know where Fu Yijie would go. This kid usually doesn't talk much. If he gets angry or something, he usually doesn't quarrel with him. Stay in the room where Diu Diu lived for a month.

Just because of his habit, Dad even tidied up the utility room and put a small stool in it.

Fu Kun walked lightly to the door of the sundry room, and he couldn't see clearly even in the dark, so he almost stumbled.

Holding on to the door frame, he stretched out his arms into the utility room and touched the soft hair on Fu Yijie's head: "Oh, I knew you had to be here."

Fu Yijie didn't speak.

Fu Kun walked in, squatted beside him, and hugged him: "What's wrong?"

"Brother." Fu Yijie called him softly.

"here I am."

Fu Yijie turned his face away, his eyes gleamed with a small light in the darkness: "Did I lick you just now?"

"Ah, I licked it," Fu Kun was taken aback, "Don't you know?"

"Is it disgusting?" Fu Yijie asked.

"...It's okay," Fu Kun said after thinking about it, "I didn't say it was disgusting."

"Really?"

"What's true or false? You're doing it for this?"

"Didn't you say that kissing between two men was disgusting?" Fu Yijie's voice was always soft, and he sounded not in a very happy mood.

"It's disgusting. Then I told you that I'm not disgusting if you kiss me."

"Is it disgusting to touch your tongue?"

"...Why do you keep thinking about these things?" Fu Kun was a little confused, "Do you want to have sex with someone and use me to practice!"

"No." Fu Yijie stood up, thought for a while and asked again, "Then have you kissed Zhang Kexin?"

Fu Kun choked on his saliva, squatted on the ground and coughed for a long time.

"Say it." Fu Yijie kicked his ass.

"A kiss on the face."

Fu Yijie suddenly lost his voice.

Fu Kun waited for a while, but did not wait for any other reaction from Fu Yijie, so he stood up and said, "Go upstairs, there seems to be mosquitoes."

Fu Yijie was still silent.

"A piece?" Fu Kun turned to look at him, but only a vague shadow could be seen in the darkness.

Fu Yijie sighed lightly: "You can carry me upstairs."

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned. His body injury was so painful when he just ran downstairs.

"I forgot to put on my shoes." Fu Yijie said.

"Come up." Fu Kun squatted in front of him.

Fu Yijie carefully lay on his back, leaned against his shoulder with his face sideways, and his warm breath swept Fu Kun's neck, making him feel itchy so much that he always wanted to laugh.

In fact, Fu Kun often does the job of carrying Fu Yijie on his back. When Fu Yijie was younger, he was still keen to carry Fu Yijie on his shoulders, but he only dared to do it on the bed and sofa, because every time All fall.

But today was the most painful time. When he stood up, the weight of Fu Yijie's weight on his back made him ache from back to waist in an instant.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Yijie whispered in his ear.

"What do you think?" Fu Kun grinned, touched the door frame and walked out of the utility room, "A little while ago, did you gain weight and eat from morning to night every day?"

"I have to eat when I am tired from playing and running every day, and I am growing taller."

"Has it grown? Why didn't I notice it?"

"Zhang Kexin is going to grow up, you will definitely find out."

"Are you sick?" Fu Kun frowned, "What does it have to do with her?"

"You're the only one who is sick." Fu Yijie kicked him.

"All right, all right, I'm sick, don't move, I'll be in severe pain if you move."

Fu Yijie loves to read. Every night before going to bed, he puts the lamp on the bedside and reads on the bed for an hour. When he finishes reading the books at home, he borrows them from Xia Fei.

Fu Kun was lying on the upper bunk blowing on the electric fan, and lit his toes on the cover of the lucky fan, and the cover turned and stopped with his feet.

His body was in pain, and he could press the wound in any direction he lay down. Fu Kun sighed.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Yijie asked him in the lower berth.

"No, it's a little hot."

"Shall I rub it for you?" Fu Yijie poked his head out from the lower bunk.

"Reading your book, I said it's all right." Fu Kun lifted his feet up against the wall. Ever since he was beaten home until now, he always felt that there was something wrong with Fu Yijie. He didn't want Fu Yijie to worry. .

But after thinking about it, Fu Kun felt that he still had some doubts. After pondering for a long time, he knocked on the bed board: "A piece of it."

"Ah."

"Wang Zhiqiang's nose..." Fu Kun hesitated, "Do you know what's going on?"

"What's wrong with his nose?" Fu Yijie was holding the book, but he wasn't reading it. He had been reading this page for almost 10 minutes.

"It seems to be smashed by someone," Fu Kun didn't elaborate. I don't know what kind of smashed Wang Zhiqiang's nose was before, but it is probably broken now. He didn't dare to tell his mother about this plot, "He probably thought I did it."

"I do not know."

"Hey, never mind, I'm asleep." Fu Kun felt that it was impossible for Fu Yijie to know what was going on, although he also wondered if Fu Yijie did it at first. This kid has been playing basketball, and sometimes He also went to fight with Zhang Qingkai's friends, his hands were strong, but Fu Yijie had always been very good, a good boy in everyone's eyes, he couldn't make Wang Zhiqiang's nose like that.

Who is that...

Where is the unsolved case...

After tossing and tossing for an unknown amount of time, the drowsiness finally overcame the pain, and Fu Kun began to feel drowsy in a relaxed state.

Confused for a while, the bed shook slightly, he felt that someone was lying down next to him, a hand came over, and gently rubbed his body up and down.

It's kind of...comfortable.

"A piece?" Fu Kun asked half asleep and half awake.

"Well," Fu Yijie replied in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

"No need to press it." Fu Kun said vaguely with his eyes closed.

"You've been humming, doesn't it hurt?"

"Have I hummed?" Fu Kun's voice suddenly became clear, and he immediately regained his energy. For him, there was nothing more embarrassing than falling asleep in pain and humming in front of his younger brother.

"Hey," Fu Yijie looked at him and sighed, "You're not sleeping anymore."

"Am I really humming?"

"No."

"...I learned how to play with your brother!" Fu Kun stared.

Fu Yijie smiled, squeezed onto his pillow, pinched the side of his underpants and began to rub.

"You came up to find your little touch."

"Ah."

"Go down, it's so hot," Fu Kun patted his hand, "I'll take off my underpants for you, you sleep in your arms."

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound or move, but he was still rubbing his fingers.

"Hot baby."

Fu Yijie remained as if he was asleep.

"Fu Yijie'er, I won't take someone like you, you're playing a rascal, right? Then I'll go down," Fu Kun was a little helpless, just when he remembered, Fu Yijie's leg suddenly touched his stomach, and he had to lie down again, " You took the wrong medicine today, lower your legs and don't press my stomach."

"Didn't you go down to crush the bird?" Fu Yijie said.

"Hey... go to sleep, go to sleep."

When Fu Kun woke up in the morning, Fu Yijie had already finished his run and went to take a shower. It took him almost 5 minutes to get his body, which seemed to be folded and stepped on a hundred feet, out of the bed.

His mother was preparing breakfast. He stood in front of the table and slowly moved his arms and legs. Today's breakfast was very rich, and he saw a large piece of sauced beef.

"Is it a holiday?" Fu Kun asked.

"Isn't there a wounded person in our family?" Mom glanced at him, "Son, let me tell you something seriously."

"Say," Fu Kun waved his hand, "Which one of us is with whom."

"In the future, don't hide anything about your brother from the family. You have to tell him about his being bullied from the beginning, so it won't be like this."

"Isn't it because you're worried, he's our little ancestor." Fu Kun grinned and wanted to smile, but he quickly put it away, and the cut at the corner of his mouth still hurt.

"We won't worry if you hurt us? Your dad didn't sleep all night yesterday, and his heart hurts."

"Really?" Fu Kun stared at his mother in surprise.

"He just doesn't say anything." Mom frowned and patted Fu Kun's head sadly, "This is a boring man, so annoying."

Fu Kun's mouth was half open. His mother's expression didn't look like she was talking serious. It took him a long time to reply: "...Oh."

"Go and wash your face!" Mom gave him a push.

Fu Kun walked out, and stopped when he saw the painting on the wall by the door where he and Fu Yijie measured their height every year on their birthdays: "It's said that he has grown taller, has he grown?"

"It's grown, it used to reach to your chest, now it's almost to your shoulders," my mother clapped her hands happily, and then lowered her voice, "Oh, I was really worried that this little thing would not grow tall, you said he eats it every day? There are so many, if you don’t grow taller and become fat in the end, where are you going to reason.”

Fu Kun rode his bicycle to send Fu Yijie to school as usual, but when he pushed the bicycle out of the courtyard, he saw Zhang Qingkai looking this way astride the bicycle.

"Yijie get in my car." Zhang Qingkai waved.

"Why?" Fu Kun was stunned, usually only in the afternoon to see Zhang Qingkai who came to report to Xia Fei's house.

"I'm afraid you'll fall," Zhang Qingkai smiled, "I'll go to No. [-] Middle School to find you after get off work today, and you come back with me."

"Why?" Fu Kun was confused.

Fu Yijie quickly jumped into Zhang Qingkai's car: "Brother Xiaofei asked you to come."

"Yeah." Zhang Qingkai pedaled away.

"Afraid that Wang Zhiqiang will squat on me?" Fu Kun chased after him and rode side by side with him.

"Be careful, that kid is no different from a hooligan. Our leader has been on a business trip for the past few days, so it's fine for me to slip away."

Zhang Qingkai went home with Fu Kun at the gate of No. [-] Middle School every day for several days.

But Wang Zhiqiang never showed up, nor did Tang Jun and his group.

Fu Kun was a little strange. Ordinarily, this matter could not have passed so easily. The reason why Wang Zhiqiang and Fu Kun have been at loggerheads for so many years is because this kid will take revenge and find fault if he has nothing to do. Let alone such a big commotion this time up.

But until Zhang Qingkai's leader came back from a business trip, nothing happened.

Fu Kun went home alone again.

He was thinking about whether to go to No. [-] Middle School to find Sun Wei today or go directly to Sun Wei's house, but as soon as he left the school, he saw Sun Wei and Zhang Kexin smiling at him.

"Why did you come here? I was thinking of going to find you." Fu Kun looked at Sun Wei.

"Are you alright?" Sun Wei stared back and forth staring at his face, "I was still worried about your disfigurement."

"It's fine, it's not that I haven't been beaten before," Fu Kun smiled, Zhang Kexin moved to his side, shaking his hand in front of his eyes, he opened his mouth without thinking, Zhang Kexin stuffed a candy into it He said, "You didn't break anything, did you?"

"Don't worry, I'm carrying it," Sun Wei patted the car seat, "I'll tell you something, you'll be absolutely excited to hear it!"

"Huh? I beat Wang Zhiqiang to death?" Fu Kun laughed.

"He's not in No.[-] High School anymore." Zhang Kexin answered.

"What?" His eyes widened.

"Expelled, the school told him to send his family to work-study, but he didn't want to," Sun Wei reached out and rummaged through Fu Kun's schoolbag for a long time, found a pack of wafers, and said while eating, "As a result, I won't go to school, and I won't go to school. I know why I went."

"...I said why he hasn't come to trouble me all this time." Fu Kun suddenly felt very emotional, so he didn't go to school?

"I can't find it, his nose is still not healed." Zhang Kexin hugged his arms, pressed his chest, put his chin on his shoulder, and said with a smile.

Zhang Kexin had a very faint scent of toilet water, and his breath hit Fu Kun's neck, which suddenly made him feel a little panicked, and he wanted to avoid it, but he was afraid that Zhang Kexin would be unhappy. Normally, he would make her angry if he didn't hold hands with Zhang Kexin. I can turn my face away.

"Kunzi, let me tell you," Zhang Kexin put away her smile, squeezed his hand, and lowered her voice next to his ear, "Xu Jiamei is single now."

This feeling of breathing and whispering close to the ear, plus Zhang Kexin's chest lightly touching his arm, made Fu Kun feel that half of his body was numb, and he had to take himself out of Zhang Kexin's arms. His arm was pulled out: "It's none of my business for her to be alone."

"It's best if it's none of your business," Zhang Kexin curled her lips, "But don't pretend that I don't know anything about other things."

"What do you know?" Fu Kun frowned, he felt very annoyed by being jealous all the time.

Zhang Kexin snorted lightly, but did not speak.

"What does she mean?" Fu Kun turned to look at Sun Wei.

Sun Wei is used to the state of the two of them, and he laughed aloud: "There is a girl in your class, did you scold Tang Jun last time? Two days ago, she was blocked by Tang Jun's wife and slapped a dozen times. ,you do not know?"

"What?" Fu Kun was stunned.

"Yo, I'm in a hurry." Zhang Kexin sat on the back seat of his car and swayed his legs.

Fu Kun glanced at Zhang Kexin, didn't speak, suddenly felt very boring, after a moment of silence, he said to Zhang Kexin: "I'll take you back."

Zhang Kexin was very reluctant, but seeing Fu Kun's already gloomy face, he didn't say anything more.

After Fu Kun got into the car, she hugged Fu Kun's waist from behind.

"Hot," Fu Kun flicked her arm with his fingers, "Don't strangle me."

Sun Wei, who followed beside him, glanced at him and wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled.

"You take your brother to school and he hugs your waist every day. Why aren't you hot?" Zhang Kexin was a little unhappy, but still held his waist tightly.

"Are you my younger brother?" Fu Kun frowned, he could bear Fu Yijie's troubles with him, he could yell a few words at most, but his anger disappeared when he turned his head, but he didn't have such a good temper towards others.

"By the way, Kunzi," Sun Wei hurriedly interrupted. If Fu Kun got angry, he could push Zhang Kexin out of the car directly, "My mother asked you to come to play on weekends, and I will give you pancakes."

Sun Wei's mother's pancakes are amazing, Fu Kun forgot Zhang Kexin's arm was still around his waist: "Go, definitely go, but you have to accompany me to get your hair cut first in the morning."

"You cut your hair so short?" Zhang Kexin couldn't help asking, "Don't cut it, it looks better when it grows longer."

"hot."

"Don't cut it, let's make Aaron Kwok's hair longer."

"No," Fu Kun replied very simply, Aaron Kwok's middle parted hairstyle is popular, the gangsters in No. [-] Middle School all cut that style, but obviously the grade is not on the same level as Aaron Kwok, Fu Kun can't bear it, he looks like a traitor no matter what .

"Why are you so stupid!" Zhang Kexin was anxious.

"The traitor head is fashionable?"

"The last time I asked you to wear wide-leg pants, you didn't want to!"

"If you like to just find two fertilizer bags and wring one leg and the other, it's over." Fu Kun refused to let the ground push back. He is quite smug, but he has his own ideas, so he is willing to wear narrow-leg jeans , The legs are long and neat, that kind of wide-leg pants, the crotch falls on the thigh, whoever puts them on, the legs and body will be split in half, like Wu Dalang.

"Stop!" Zhang Kexin slapped him on the back.

Fu Kun pinched the brake, Zhang Kexin jumped out of the car, pointed at Fu Kun: "Others find a boyfriend and spoil themselves, so I'm the only one who rushes to post!"

Fu Kun frowned, and narrowed his eyes for a while. He actually liked Zhang Kexin quite a bit, but he couldn't stand her being so capable: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm telling you about Fu Kun," Zhang Kexin continued to point at him, and shouted loudly, "I want to see you cut your hair, and I'll never end with you!"

After shouting this sentence, Zhang Kexin turned around and ran away.

Fu Kun stared at her back, Zhang Kexin's waist was very thin, and she still looked good when she ran.

"What should I do? Chase or not?" Sun Wei asked him.

"Chasing farts, accompany me to get a haircut." Fu Kun kicked the pedals of the bicycle.

"Now? I'll go back later and my mother and grandma will nag me again."

"It's not too late, let's go." Fu Kun turned the car around, this hairstyle can be done in a few minutes.

Ten minutes later, Fu Kun and Sun Wei walked out of the barber shop.

"Kunzi, I really don't know what to say about you." Sun Wei followed behind Fu Kun with an indescribable expression on his face.

"Handsome?" Fu Kun turned to look at him.

"Like a hooligan," Sun Wei didn't know how to comment, Fu Kun looks pretty good, and he wears a sleazy and nonchalant vibe on his body, those girls like his style, but now this hairstyle makes Sun Wei say no Feeling something else, "You're not having fun with Zhang Kexin."

"I don't care, she doesn't feel uncomfortable with me," Fu Kun smiled, "Isn't he handsome? Just like a hooligan?"

"If you haven't been heartbroken, you won't understand my sadness. When there are tears in my eyes, don't ask who I am for," Sun Weiting sang sadly, "Just let me forget all this..."

"Aha—give me a glass of Yang-enhancing water," Fu Kun stepped into the car, "If I don't sag all night—"

Sun Wei asked him to interrupt him so much that he forgot the following words, so he could only sigh.

When Fu Kun came home later than usual, everyone in the building had returned. When he went upstairs, he ran into a few neighbors, all of whom looked at him with puzzled expressions.

After Xia Fei poured the medicine dregs into the trash can, he turned around and saw Fu Kun, he was startled: "Oh, is this Fu Xiaokun?"

"Is it a unique type?" Fu Kun laughed.

"...Yes, it's brilliant."

When entering the house, all the family members came back, and Fu Kun smelled the fragrance of vegetables when he entered the door, and couldn't help shouting: "I smell pork ribs!"

Fu Yijie was setting the dishes, when he looked up and saw him, his eyes widened.

"What are you doing?" Fu Kun went over and took a piece of ribs from the bowl and threw it into his mouth. "Surprised to see your handsome brother?"

"You have just been released from prison for ten years!" Fu Yijie stared at his head.