Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Yijie?

pay?

New name?

Looking at the hand that Fu Kun stretched out, he hesitated and did not respond.

But Fu Kun didn't take back his hand, he kept stretching it like that, seeing that he didn't move, he said: "Hurry up, aren't you hungry?"

He bit his lip, put his hands in his pockets, and didn't move.

He has seen many hands like this that he stretched out, every time he holds these hands expectantly, but in the end they are all thrown away.

He didn't want to be thrown off again.

"Oh, why are you so faceless?" Fu Kun was originally ambitious and wanted to try to be a patient and good brother, but this brother was so uncooperative, he walked over and stretched out his hand to pull Fu Yijie's hand out of his pocket, "Come on, come face to face with me, don't cry, if you cry, use batter to cover your face."

Fu Kun grabbed his hand very tightly. He felt that the bones were pinched a little, but he didn't struggle.

Although this hand was fierce, it was warm and warm.

"Schoolbag, are you sick to your stomach? Stop holding it," Fu Kun raised his chin at the arm holding the schoolbag, "Throw it on the sofa."

Fu Yijie put his schoolbag on the sofa.

"Are you cold?" Fu Kun asked again.

He shook his head.

"Have you taken off your hat?" Fu Kun tried to ask.

He nodded, and Fu Kun took off his hat with the ball of yarn on it, then took his hand and walked across the aisle to the kitchen: "Do you like dumplings?"

"I don't like to eat." He whispered.

"Ah?" Fu Kun turned around.

"I love to eat."

"It's pretty quick to change your mouth. If you don't like to eat, you can leave dumplings," Fu Kun said happily. "But the dumplings made by my mother are very delicious. You will know after eating it once."

There were a lot of people cooking in the kitchen, and my mother had already put the flour in the bowl of kneading noodles. When she saw the two of them coming in, she pointed to the bowl and said, "Take the house and go."

"Hey, Kunzi is a one-armed general and let him make noodles?" Grandma Yu said while cooking.

"It's okay, the boy is not that delicate, please take it easy," my mother said with a smile while chopping the meat, "who made him climb over the wall so stupid that he broke his arm."

"You really have a big heart to be a mother." Grandma Yu clicked her tongue with emotion.

Fu Kun let go of Fu Yijie's hand, and walked out with a basin in his hand.

Just two steps away, he felt someone pulling his sweater. He turned his head and saw that it was Fu Yijie. The child looked very nervous, his hands holding his clothes were clenched into fists, and his head was not moving. Dare to lift, keep staring at the ground.

Fu Kun wanted to hold the basin with his right hand on the splint, so that he could free his left hand to hold Fu Yijie, but after trying for a long time without success, he couldn't make any effort, so he had to keep walking: "Follow me, it's okay."

"Kunzi, who is this?" someone asked.

"My brother." Fu Kun replied immediately, his voice was very loud, and he felt extremely proud when he said these three words, my brother!How awesome!

But when I think about it, I feel that if there is a younger brother, there is a younger brother. What's so strange, there are seven or eight children in this building, and almost all of them have brothers and sisters.So discouraged again, he took the basin and walked out of the kitchen.

When passing by the door of Aunt Xu's house, someone came out of the house, and Fu Kun almost bumped his head into it with a basin.

"You drive a tank." The man pressed his head and said with a smile.

Fu Kun raised his head happily: "Brother Xiao Fei."

This person is Aunt Xu's son Xia Fei. He has been resting at home after finishing high school, and his health is particularly bad. He seems to be soaking in traditional Chinese medicine every day. Every time Fu Kun passes by his house, he can smell the strong smell of medicine.However, Xia Fei has a very good personality, unlike other patients who are gloomy and gloomy every day, he always has a smile on his face.

"What about kneading noodles?" Xia Fei held a glass with brown Chinese medicine in it.

"Well, are you taking medicine again?" Fu Kun smelled the medicine and felt extremely bitter.

"Take a sip?" Xia Fei handed the cup to his eyes, "Miraculous medicine."

"No." Fu Kun desperately shook his head.

"Come in, let's make up your face, your arm has to be reconciled until midnight, right?" Xia Fei smiled and waved him into the room.

Fu Kun continued to shake his head, every time he went to Aunt Xu's house to play, his mother had to tell him not to make trouble with your brother Xiaofei, he was not in good health.

To let his mother know that he asked Xia Fei to make a face-to-face meeting, he must suffer.

"It's okay, come in." Xia Fei took the basin in his hand and turned into the room, "Zhang Qingkai, make noodles!"

As soon as Fu Kun heard Xia Fei called Zhang Qingkai's name, he didn't hesitate any more.Zhang Qingkai is Xia Fei's classmate, and he spends at Xia Fei's house five out of seven days a week.

"Zhang Qingkai, help me make the dough!" Fu Kun followed suit.

As soon as he took a step, Fu Kun felt his hand being grabbed. He turned his head and saw Fu Yijie only then remembered that he still had a child with him, and he forgot that Fu Yijie would not pull him.

You just have to get used to being an older brother...

He took Fu Yijie's hand and led him into the house.

"Where did the child come from?" Zhang Qingkai washed his hands, put the basin on the table, and started kneading the dough.

"My brother!" Fu Kun replied triumphantly and loudly again, forgetting that he thought it was nothing unusual to have a younger brother before, he turned his head and smiled at Fu Yijie, "Call me brother."

Fu Yijie looked at Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"A piece?" Xia Fei smiled.

"Fu Yijie, keep your mouth shut." Fu Kun looked at Fu Yijie who was motionless with his head down, and sighed in his heart. If this kid keeps like this, he will be so boring in the future.

When my mother started making dumplings, Fu Kun pulled Fu Yijie to sit on the edge of the table: "Can you make dumplings? It's fun, let me teach you?"

Fu Yijie looked at the dumpling stuffing on the table, swallowed, and nodded.

"Watch." Fu Kun immediately got excited. Normally, he couldn't find any opportunities to teach people. If he really wanted to teach, he taught people to fight and run away.

"Wash your hands," my mother slapped his hands away, and looked at Fu Yijie again, "Is Yijie not hot? It's warm in the room. Let's take off the cotton coat, okay?"

Fu Yijie nodded hesitantly.

"Help my brother undress, my hands are full of oil." Mom commanded Fu Kun, wrapping the dumplings deftly with her hands.

Fu Yijie looked at Fu Kun's arm, avoided Fu Kun's hand trying to help him undress, and lowered his head to unbutton his cotton coat.

When Fu Yijie took off his cotton-padded jacket, Fu Kun saw that he was wearing an old sweater made from labor insurance gloves, and suddenly felt that the kid was very pitiful, even though the sweater he was wearing was just that his mother took apart his father I knitted an old sweater for him, but it was much warmer than a sweater. No wonder Fu Yijie didn't feel hot even in cotton clothes all the time.

"Kunzi, there is a new sweater bought for Yijie in the closet where your dad and I are in the back room. You can change it for him. The sweater is cold." Mom said while making dumplings.

"New sweater?" Fu Kun was quite surprised. He couldn't wear new clothes until his birthday and Chinese New Year. "When did you buy it? Why don't I know?"

"Do you know it works? It's not yours. Go and get it."

There was a big bag in the cabinet, Fu Kun took it out and rummaged through it, there was a pile of small sweaters and cotton-padded clothes, he took out a yellow sweater and compared it to himself, muttered softly: "It's really not mine. "

Fu Yijie changed into a sweater, and his skin was lined by the yellow sweater, making him look very white, but he was a little thin. Fu Kun didn't feel it when he was wearing the cotton coat, but now that he took off his clothes, it became very obvious.He brought hot water in from the stove at the door, poured it into the washbasin and said, "A little bit, your flesh is all on your face, it looks like your face is quite round, and there is only so much left when you take off your clothes." son..."

Fu Yijie walked over, put his hands in the basin and washed them seriously without making a sound.

Fu Kun squatted beside him, looking at his hands with great interest. Fu Yijie's hands were similar to his face, quite fleshy. He thought it was fun to hold Fu Yijie's hands softly before, but now I couldn't help reaching out and pinching it: "It's really fun."

"If you have a younger brother, you don't have to do anything, just look at him." Mom laughed.

"I have to teach him how to make dumplings." Fu Kun put his left hand in the basin and scratched it twice, "help me rub my hands with the other part."

Fu Yijie nodded, grabbed his hand, and rubbed his fingers in his palm.

"Ouch," before rubbing it twice, Fu Kun couldn't help but pulled out his hand with a smile, "Are you tickling? That's fine, let's just do it."

Fu Kun stood on the edge of the table, and Fu Yijie stood beside him, not much higher than the table.

"Take a piece of skin," Fu Kun began to teach formally. This was his first time teaching someone, and he was very serious. "Let it go."

Fu Yijie squeezed a skin with his arms and put it in his hand, then looked up at him.

"Put stuffing..." Fu Kun thought about it, fearing that Fu Yijie would not be able to pack too much, so he reached out and picked out some stuffing with chopsticks, "Let me put it in for you."

Fu Yijie looked at the leather and stuffing in his palm, and continued to look up at him.

"Bao," Fu Kun pointed to Pi'er, "First fold it in half and pinch the middle...well, then push the two sides towards the middle, okay, pinch, pinch tightly."

Fu Yijie focused on pinching the dumpling skin together according to Fu Kun's instructions. Although the movement was slow and clumsy, it was basically in the shape of a dumpling.

Fu Kun didn't expect to see such a successful teaching result so soon, he patted the table excitedly: "Look, mom! The package is out! How is my teaching!"

"That's right," my mother nodded with a smile, "Yijie is really smart, and he wraps it up beautifully, even more beautifully than his brother."

Fu Kun has always had little feeling for his mother to praise others. Anyway, he is not bad if he doesn't get scolded all year round. Now seeing his "apprentice" make a dumpling that is still a dumpling, let alone how beautiful it is.

Fu Yijie didn't speak, and didn't show any expression, he just kept looking down at the dumpling in his hand.

"How about it, I will..." Fu Kun was stunned before he finished speaking.

After Fu Yijie stared at the dumpling for a while, he raised his hand and put the freshly wrapped dumpling into his mouth.

Fu Kun stared at him for several seconds before shouting: "What are you doing——"

Fu Yijie was taken aback by his violent shouting, and took a few steps back while biting his dumplings in panic, until he leaned against the wall before stopping.

"Hey, my baby, why did you eat it right away?" The mother was also startled, threw the half-wrapped dumplings in her hand, rubbed her hands on the apron indiscriminately, ran over and bent over and hugged Fu Yijie, "It's not cooked yet, spit it out quickly, it's time for diarrhea in a while."

Fu Yijie looked at his mother's hand stretched out in front of him, and didn't dare to spit it up, but after being yelled at, he didn't dare to swallow it, so he just froze with a dumpling in his mouth.

"What did you yell just now? It scared you!" Mom turned her head and lowered her voice and glared at Fu Kun, "I was surprised! I didn't even yell when you were so old picking up bugs on the ground and eating them." Woolen cloth."

"I didn't do it on purpose, why don't I be surprised when I see someone eating raw dumplings for the first time..." Fu Kun also lowered his voice depressed, "Since when did I eat bugs!"

"It's different when you have a younger brother. You'll be surprised." Mom ignored him, turned her head and tapped Fu Yijie's bulging cheeks with her finger, "Yijie, can you spit it out? Let's go outside." spit it out?"

When my mother led Fu Yijie to spit out dumplings at the door, my father came back with a big bag.

"Dad!" Fu Kun heard his father's footsteps, rushed out, and saw an airplane wing in his father's pocket at a glance, "Buy an airplane?"

"There are also electric trains," Dad squatted beside Fu Yijie, "Yijie, do you still remember me?"

Fu Yijie shrank back and stared again.

"Go into the house first, Lao Fu," my mother pulled my father, "I'll watch it all."

Dad entered the house and tried all kinds of toys, but he couldn't make Fu Yijie make a sound, let alone call him Dad.

"Don't worry about these things," my mother quickly wrapped up the remaining stuffing with two pieces of leather, and squeezed a little mouse, "take it easy, he is afraid of strangers, he can call if he wants, whatever he wants whatever it is called."

"Xiao Shuqin," Fu Kun sat on a chair and rested his chin, Xiao Shuqin was his mother's name, "Hurry up and order the dumplings, I'm starving to death."

"Fu Xiaogou, you are looking for smoke." His mother glared at him, and went to the kitchen with the dumplings.

"Dad," Fu Kun knelt on the chair and shook the back of the chair back and forth, "I don't seem to like playing with those things at all."

Fu Yijie didn't even glance at the toys his father took out one by one and placed them around him, but just looked down at his fingers.

"It doesn't matter to you, how old are you?" Dad glanced at him, "Shake it, shake it down, and then put your left arm in a splint to make it symmetrical."

"How old am I? I'm only in the fourth grade. What I mean is that he doesn't like to play, so I'll help..." Fu Kun didn't say a word, and the chair was shaken down by him just as his father wanted, and he quickly stretched it out. His left hand supported the ground before the dog gnawed shit. After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at his father proudly, "Look! It's not broken!"

"Ah, what a disappointment," Dad squinted at him, "You're an older brother now, kind of like an older brother!"

That's right, it's my brother.

Fu Kun used to want to have a younger sister who would call his elder brother after him, just like Sun Wei's younger sister, and enjoyed it very much.

Today I feel that I really don’t have a younger sister, and it’s okay to have such a good-looking younger brother, but now he gradually feels that being an older brother is not good for him, he doesn’t have a share in new clothes, or a new toy, and he has to “have an older brother.” like"...

"I don't care about being this elder brother." Fu Kun curled his lips, stood up and lowered his head, patting his trouser legs.

"What nonsense!" Dad came over and flicked on his forehead.

"Ah——" Fu Kun covered his forehead and yelled, his father drove the bus for more than ten years, and he turned the big steering wheel every day, his hands were very strong, "My head is broken——"

Fu Yijie raised his head, and when Fu Kun saw him, he immediately fell silent.

Tears were about to fall from the child's eyes.

"Hey, I mean it's great to be an older brother," Fu Kun rubbed his forehead and walked in front of him, "It's great..."

Fu Yijie's tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, and two gleaming tear stains crawled out on Yuanyuan's face. Fu Kun became anxious when he saw it, and couldn't care about anything else, so he rushed over and hugged Fu Yijie , pressed his face to his chest, but he couldn't let his father see it, or he might give himself another slap.

"You're the most obedient, let's go and I'll show you how to cook dumplings!" Fu Kun hugged Fu Yijie's head and pulled him towards the door, Fu Yijie was staggered by him.

"Walk well!" Dad pointed to him.

"En!" Fu Kun responded without letting go, dragged Fu Yijie outside the door before letting go, and said in a low voice, "Why are you crying all the time, stop crying and I didn't hit you again!"

Fu Kun thought about whether he should speak softly, but when Fu Yijie raised his head, he found that the tears in Fu Yijie's eyes had disappeared, and his round eyes looked at him brightly: "Dumplings .”

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, finished crying?

The dumplings made by his mother were still as delicious as usual, and Fu Kun ate a lot, but the dumpling mouse was caught by his mother and given to Fu Yijie, which used to be his.

Fu Yijie was probably hungry, his face was almost buried in the bowl, he concentrated on eating the dumplings without raising his head, his forehead and nose were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The joy of being an older brother faded a little after the new clothes, new toys, dumplings, and mice all left him, but he didn't dare to say it out, firstly because he was afraid that his parents would say him, and secondly because he was afraid that Fu Yijie would come when he said it. tears.

"Yijie," my mother patted Fu Yijie's head, "eat slowly, I'll make delicious food for you every day from now on."

Fu Yijie lowered his head and stuffed the dumplings in the bowl into his mouth. After eating, he raised his head, hesitated for a while, and then said softly: "Thank you, auntie."

Although Fu Yijie's auntie was not what she expected, but it was the first sentence the child said to her after arriving home, so she still smiled happily: "Thank you, you are the same as brother, this You don't need to thank me, you see your brother didn't thank me after he finished eating."

"Thank you," Fu Kun licked his mouth, then wiped it with the back of his hand, "Let's eat fried noodles tomorrow."

"Wipe your hands clean!" Mom frowned.

Fu Kun quickly wiped his hands on his pants a few times: "It's clean."

The house at home is small, there are only two rooms inside and outside, and the living room is separated by a wooden board by my father, which is Fu Kun's bedroom.Although it is very simple, it can only fit a bed and a small desk, but it is quite enviable for other children in Tongzilou who live in the same room with their parents.

But starting today, Fu Kun is not alone in this small space.

Dad asked someone to make a canopy bed, and it will take a while to deliver it, so now he has to share a bed with Fu Yijie.

Fu Kun felt that when he wanted a younger sister before, he really didn't consider it comprehensively!He never thought that after he became an elder brother, even the bed and the small space would have to be divided into half...

He watched his mother take Fu Yijie's cold medicine, put him on the bed, take off his clothes, and cover him with a quilt, not to mention how unpleasant it was.

"Kun Zi, come here." After Fu Yijie was settled, the mother called him into the back room.

Fu Kun stood by the window in the back room, looking out of the window with a displeased face: "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you feeling well?" Mom smiled, and took out a bag of Myrisu from the cabinet, "You are allowed to secretly eat a bag."

"Don't eat!" Fu Kun poked his neck, but still squinted at his mother's hand. Usually, his mother wouldn't let him eat snacks, especially at night, let alone eat a whole bag.

"Really? A whole bag?" Mom opened the bag and handed it to him.

"The partiality is so obvious, do you want to bribe me now?" Fu Kun continued to poke his neck.

"You know something, you are already 10 years old," my mother stuffed the bag of Melissa into his hand, "I am only 6 years old, only in the first grade..."

"He's in the first grade?" Fu Kun was very surprised, took a bag and poured a few Doudou into his mouth, biting it happily, "He's so little, I thought he was in preschool."

"He has just arrived at our house, even if I want to treat you both equally, it will have to be later, right? Now we have to let him feel at ease and get used to our house slowly." Mom explained patiently.

Fu Kun didn't understand half of what he heard, but as long as he had something to eat: "I see, it means that you and my dad are biased now, but you won't be biased in the future. Now he is his own son, and I am not. I have to live with him." Time is dear."

"It's disgusting," my mother slapped him, "Go brush your teeth and go to bed! Don't press your arms."

Fu Kun stuffed a mouthful of food, and walked out while muttering in a low voice: "I don't know how to overwhelm, it's not sure if others will overwhelm me..."

There was no room for two quilts on the bed, so Fu Yijie had to share the same quilt with him.

However, when he went to bed, he found that Fu Yijie was sleeping very far back, basically against the wall, leaving a large area for him.

"You don't take up much space." Fu Kun took a long time to take off his clothes and got into bed, "Oh, this splint is so annoying."

Fu Yijie didn't speak or move, he closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

Fu Kun looked at his trembling eyelashes: "A little bit, are you pretending to sleep?"

Fu Yijie ignored him, his eyelashes trembled even more, Fu Kun was happy, and touched his eyelashes with his fingers: "It's quite long."

Fu Yijie quickly turned over, facing the wall and curled up into a ball.

Fu Kun originally wanted to tease him again, but he was so uncooperative, so he had no choice but to give up and lie down after turning off the light.

In the darkness, Fu Kun soon became sleepy and confused, when he heard Fu Yijie calling him softly from the side: "Brother."

"Huh?" He replied in a daze.

"Why do you eat bugs?"