Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Kun felt that he just shaved his head bald, and he couldn't accept that his mother asked him to wear a hat when he went out in the morning.

"You don't look like a good person," my mother put a yellow hat on his head, "I don't look like a good person..."

"What kind of hat is this!" Fu Kun took a look at the hat and threw it on the table, "Isn't this a short yellow hat? Wearing this is scarier than a bald head!"

"Then what should I do? How about I use your father's shoe polish to help you blacken your head?" His mother dragged him from going out.

"No, is it that miserable?" Fu Kun was helpless, and turned to look at Fu Yijie, "A bit, tell the truth, is your brother ugly now?"

Fu Yijie leaned against the door, his eyes crooked with laughter: "The truth?"

"Forget it, don't talk about it." Seeing him like this, Fu Kun lost all confidence.

"It looks good." Fu Yijie said.

"Huh?" Fu Kun was taken aback.

"It's beautiful," Fu Yijie covered his face with his hands, avoiding his mother's gaze, "I like it."

"Did you hear that!" Fu Kun immediately laughed, shook off his mother's hand and ran outside, "My brother said he likes..."

Fu Yijie was telling the truth, not because he always thought Fu Kun was good-looking, but because he was really good-looking. Fu Kun's head and face could support this look.

Sun Wei is not ugly, but if Sun Wei shaves his head, it must be terrible.

Not everyone can shave a bald head.

Although Fu Yijie hated that Zhang Kexin very much, Zhang Kexin was right in saying something. She said that Fu Kun has gangster spirit, and she likes this.

There are a few photos on the wall beside Fu Yijie's bed, all of which are family portraits taken when his parents took them out to play, and there is also a single photo of Fu Kun, who is squinting against the sun, with a smile on the left corner of his mouth .

Fu Yijie thinks that this photo, which his mother always thinks is the most beautiful.

"Brother," Fu Yijie put his arms around Fu Kun's waist, and pressed his face against his back, "Why did you suddenly shave your head bald?"

"Hot." Fu Kun replied very simply.

"I don't believe it." Fu Yijie pouted.

"Shave it all to save Zhang Kexin from talking all day long and asking me to get a traitor's head."

"Ah," Fu Yijie smiled, lifted Fu Kun's shirt and rubbed his face on his back with his eyes closed, "She will be angry."

"Go mad."

In addition to this bald head making my mother dislike Fu Kun anyway, there was another person who didn't say a word to him for almost a minute because of his bald head.

Fu Kun leaned against the fence of the back door of the No. [-] Middle School, with his hands in his pockets, calmly looking at Zhang Kexin who was pointing at him and was speechless for a long time.

Standing next to him was Sun Wei who wanted to say something several times, but couldn't say anything in the end.

When the cool autumn wind blew Fu Kun's chest up for the third time, Zhang Kexin finally said, "Fu Kun, you did it on purpose!"

"En." Fu Kun nodded.

"Why?" Zhang Kexin was probably so angry that her lips trembled a little, "Everyone knows that you, Fu Kun, are my boyfriend, and now your virtue is exhibited at our school? Are you afraid that I won't embarrass myself enough?" !"

"Shameful?" Fu Kun glanced at Sun Wei, "Shameful?"

"The aesthetics are different, the aesthetics are different." Sun Wei smiled. He didn't care about how the two were arguing. He was afraid of running into Tang Jun. Tang Jun usually didn't look good at him, but he dared to see Fu Kun. If you come to his territory, you will definitely have to fight.

"Fu Kun, tell me, what are you trying to do with me all the time!" Zhang Kexin raised her voice, and many girls passing by all looked this way.

Although Fu Kun is not as famous as Tang Jun's old fight, but he is not with anyone, and his "independence" that never takes the initiative to cause trouble but is never afraid of trouble also attracts many girls' interest.

Now that Fu Kun didn't give her face so much, Zhang Kexin felt that when other girls looked at her, it was as if they slapped her.

"I'm like this, you can take it, you can't take it down." Fu Kun said.

"Pull it down, pull it down!" Zhang Kexin bit her lip.

"Okay." Fu Kun didn't say anything else, he patted Sun Wei on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Zhang Kexin didn't expect Fu Kun to have such an attitude. Even if Fu Kun shaved his head, it was still very attractive. Anyway, having such a boyfriend is a matter of good looks, and she didn't really want to break up.

Now Fu Kun turned around and left. She was anxious and grabbed Fu Kun's hand: "Fu Kun!"

"Huh?" Fu Kun looked back at her.

"I'm joking." Zhang Kexin stomped her feet lightly.

"Are you kidding me? Is there anything to joke about, is it funny?" Fu Kun withdrew his hand, "I'm not joking."

"You can't be..." Zhang Kexin bit her lip, "It can't be because of that girl in your class!"

"Are you interested or not?" Fu Kun frowned. Zhang Kexin was talking about Chen Li, which made him very uncomfortable. He didn't ask about Chen Li being slapped by Tang Jun's wife. Chen Li was still the same as usual. It's not easy for him to ask, but he feels very sorry.

"Fu Kun," Zhang Kexin looked at the people passing by, and suddenly saw Xu Jiamei walking out of the school, she held Fu Kun's hand again, pleading in her voice, "Don't do this, you let me Why do you look up in front of them!"

Fu Kun didn't withdraw his hand this time, he stared at Zhang Kexin for a while, and sighed softly: "Let's go, I'll take you back, and just tell people you dumped me."

Fu Kun was just "dumped" by Zhang Kexin. He didn't feel anything. In fact, the time with Zhang Kexin was not short, but apart from going shopping with Zhang Kexin and occasionally being forced to hold hands by Zhang Kexin, he was the closest The most important thing is to kiss her on the face, and half of the kiss is on Zhang Kexin's hair, which is not as comfortable as kissing Fu Yijie.

If there are any more intimate things, maybe sometimes I want to be a hooligan in my dreams, touch Zhang Kexin's legs and chest, but I never succeed...

Apart from these, the so-called girlfriend was nothing more than that to Fu Kun, anyway, he didn't find the so-called sweet feeling in comic books.

However, Sun Wei still cared about him for a long time. It wasn't until autumn, when Fu Kun changed into the legendary small suit with a stand-up collar, that Sun Wei was finally assured that Fu Kun was fine.

"That's enough man!" He sincerely admired Fu Kun for taking up the shameful burden of "being dumped" for Zhang Kexin's face.

"What?" Fu Kun was concentrating on picking out the tape, and glanced at him inexplicably.

"Talking about you, isn't it a little bit of a loss? We've been friends with Zhang Kexin for so long, and we haven't hit a single one." Sun Wei clicked his tongue, stared at Fu Kun for a few moments, and said again, "Fuck No. [-] Middle School uniform It’s so damn pretty, I’ll wear it when I take it off.”

Fu Kun took off his coat and threw it to him: "You just want to have a boo."

"It's not that I was thinking about it." Sun Wei put on his small suit and looked at the glass window. He had the blue sweatpants on his legs, and what he wore on his upper body made people want to pull out his eyes. "Yes You've got what you've got and you haven't done anything."

"Not interested." Fu Kun took the tapes and went to pay the money. There were two BonJovi boxes among the tapes. He didn't like to listen to these and bought them for Fu Yijie.

Fu Kun is not interested in any songs whose lyrics he doesn't understand. In terms of listening to songs and reading books, Fu Yijie is more like Xia Fei's younger brother.

Fu Yijie and Jiang Song were in charge of a window during the school cleaning today.

After wiping, Fu Yijie sat on the edge of the playground and read a book. Jiang Song sat next to him on the ground, grinding a piece of chalk into white dust, and watched the wind blow them away.

"Yijie," Jiang Song glanced at Fu Yijie, "Don't look, let's chat."

"Let's chat, we can chat." Fu Yijie stared at the book without raising his head. What he was reading was October from Xia Fei's house. Xia Fei hesitated for a long time before letting him borrow it. of.

Originally, he didn't understand why Xia Fei was so hesitant about a magazine, but after reading the articles in it for a while, he finally understood.

"What are you reading?" Jiang Song leaned over to read the book.

Fu Yijie quickly closed the book and stuffed it into his schoolbag: "Abandon the capital."

"Ah?" Jiang Song was taken aback for a moment, "Is it Jia Pingtu's dirty book?"

"It's concave." Fu Yijie replied.

"Really? Did you see this?" Jiang Song was surprised.

"It's not 'Yeah', it's Au, Jia Pingwa."

"Jia Pingwa? That person's name is Jia Pingwa, isn't it convex? I can't tell the difference," Jiang Song couldn't tell the difference between concave and convex, and he wasn't interested. What he was interested in was the content, "Is it very pornographic? There are many... that kind."

"No," Fu Yijie glanced at him, "It's all a beginning, and then '45 characters are omitted here', '110 characters are omitted here'."

"That's so boring," Jiang Song was very disappointed, "It's not as good as my cousin renting a book from the bookstore. There are not many words omitted here."

"It's not for me to read those." Fu Yijie remembered Fu Kun's book, "It's boring."

Jiang Song didn't speak, just stared at him with his arms around his knees.

After a while, Jiang Song reached out and touched his face: "Fu Yijie, you look so good-looking."

"Oh," Fu Yijie didn't feel anything. He had heard too many words like this since he was a child. He knew what he looked like. When he met Fu Kun for the first time, Fu Kun had already told him, "Your hand Is it clean?"

"Your eyelashes are really long," Jiang Song said again, "I didn't just use this hand to play with chalk."

"Let's take a walk for a while, my butt is numb." Fu Yijie stood up, the cleaning was not over yet, and he could only go home after the teacher passed the inspection.

"Well, let's go to the woods." Jiang Song followed suit and stood up.

The forest Jiang Song mentioned was actually a small forest next to the playground behind the school. It is not accurate to say that it is a forest, there are only twenty or thirty trees, and girls usually go there to whisper.

They were cleaning up right now, and there was no one in the woods, so the two of them stepped on the fallen leaves and walked in.

"Look," Jiang Song took Fu Yijie's hand, pulled him to the innermost tree, pointed at the trunk, "someone wrote this to Chen Fei last time."

Fu Yijie saw the words engraved on the tree trunk, Chen Fei, I love you.

"Who wrote it?" Fu Yijie was a little curious. In fact, you can often see so and so I love you and so and so love so and so on the school wall.

"Who knows, but Chen Fei likes you." Jiang Song bent down and rummaged among the fallen leaves on the ground for a long time, found a small rusty iron nail, walked to another tree, and began to carve it.

"What are you writing?" Fu Yijie asked him.

"Don't come over here, I'll let you read after I finish writing." Jiang Song blocked what he was writing.

"Who do you love?" Fu Yijie smiled, didn't go over again, knelt down and picked up a leaf and squeezed it in his hand.

It took Jiang Song a long time to finish engraving the characters, and he turned around and called him: "Fu Yijie."

"Huh?" Fu Yijie looked up and saw that Jiang Song's face was flushed, and his expression was also very nervous, "What did you write, I'm sorry, I won't read it."

"No," Jiang Song was a little anxious, and moved a step to the side, "Look."

Fu Yijie stood up and walked slowly in front of the tree, and saw the crooked words carved on it.

The writing was very shallow, but Fu Yijie could still read it clearly, he was stunned.

Fu Yijie, I like you.

Fu Yijie stared at the line of characters that was not arranged vertically straight for a while, then turned his head to look at Jiang Song, turned his head again to make sure that he was not blind, and then said: "Do you like me? "

For Fu Yijie, Jiang Song was not usually very courageous, no one in the class dared to say so directly who liked anyone, he would be laughed at, the teacher would be called a parent if he found out, let alone a man, If people knew about it, Jiang Song would definitely be called a pervert.

"Well," Jiang Song nodded, his face was redder than before, and he squeezed his hands together, and after a long time he raised his head as if he had made up his mind, "I think you are good-looking, and no one is as good-looking as you ..."

"I'm a man." Fu Yijie reminded him.

"I know," Jiang Song lowered his voice, "Will you ignore me?"

Fu Yijie stared at those words without saying a word.

What Jiang Song said made him think of Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai.

Jiang Song is... the same as them, right?A man likes another man.

"Don't you say you like Li Tingting?" Fu Yijie asked him.

"It's a lie," Jiang Song's forehead was sweating, "Chen Fei and the others asked me who I like, but I dare not say you, so I just said I like Li Tingting... Will you ignore me?"

Jiang Song is very persistent on this issue.

"That won't happen." Fu Yijie said.

"Really?" The tense expression on Jiang Song's face eased a little.

"Well, really." Because of Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai, Fu Yijie felt that such a thing was not a big deal, and he and Jiang Song had been good friends since the first grade, so it was impossible to ignore it reason.

It's just that even if there are Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai, he also knows that this kind of thing is different from which man likes which woman.

Jiang Song didn't say anything, just stood in front of him and stared at him. He didn't know what to say, so he could only stare at Jiang Song.

I don't know how long he stared like this, Jiang Song suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his arms and hugged him: "Yijie, I'm next semester..."

Fu Yijie didn't react, and only had time to smell the chocolate smell on Jiang Song's body. Jiang Song loves chocolate, and he can always smell a faint smell of chocolate on his body.

But then Fu Yijie came back to his senses, and before Jiang Song finished speaking, he pushed him violently.

Although he was not as tall as Jiang Song, his hands were strong enough to play basketball all the time, and Jiang Song pushed his buttocks to the ground.

Before Jiang Song could speak again, he turned around and ran, rushed out of the woods, and ran back to the classroom in one breath.

He lay on the desk and gasped for breath, his heart was beating so hard that he didn't know what he was feeling anymore, so he felt very flustered.

Jiang Song had hugged him before, not to mention Jiang Song, there were quite a few classmates who hugged him in the class, but none of them felt like this.

He suddenly felt a little inexplicably afraid.

It took a long time for Jiang Song to return to the classroom, and the teacher was calling roll call. Jiang Song walked in with his head down, sat next to him, and didn't say a word to him.

After the teacher announced that he could go home, Jiang Song stood up quickly, trotted out of the classroom with his schoolbag in hand, this was the first time he left without waiting for Fu Yijie.

After Fu Yijie went downstairs, he didn't go home immediately. He hesitated for a while downstairs, and then went to the back playground.

There was no one in the forest. He walked to the innermost tree and found that the words Jiang Song had carved on it were gone and scratched off.

Fu Yijie came home later than usual today, he walked very slowly, and there was a pot of popcorn waiting for him on the way.

When I got home, my mother was busy in the kitchen, and my father took a mop to mop the floor very diligently. Usually he was tired from driving, and my mother did all the housework, so he would be very active in cleaning up the house whenever he had free time.

"Dad," Fu Yijie threw down his schoolbag, "I'll come."

"Don't do it, go do your homework." Dad held on to the mop and did not let go. "I will show it to your mother to please her. I will wait for her to buy a motorcycle next month."

"Buy a 250 car, 125 is boring." Fu Kun lay on the bed happily.

"It's not for you, why are you so excited." Dad looked at him.

"I'm driving around the courtyard."

Fu Yijie didn't insist on mopping the floor anymore, he took his schoolbag and went into the hut, and closed the door of the hut.

"Why close the door? Is it cold?" Fu Kun asked.

"Brother." Fu Yijie looked at him, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him like this, Fu Kun immediately stood up, pinched his chin with his hand and lifted it up to stare at his face.

"Brother," Fu Yijie leaned over and put his arms around Fu Kun's waist, closing his eyes, "Do you think I'm annoying? Very annoying?"

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned, stretched out his arms and put his arms around him, and said in a soft voice, "How could it be? What's wrong with saying that suddenly."

"It's nothing." Fu Yijie retracted his arms and hugged Fu Kun tightly.

"Don't scare me, what's the matter?" Fu Kun was a little anxious, and pushed him, wanting to see his expression.

Fu Yijie didn't let go: "Don't move."

"You didn't cry, did you?"

"No," Fu Yijie took a deep breath, and the familiar aura on Fu Kun made him feel at ease, "Just hug me for a while."

"Well, hug," Fu Kun hugged him tightly, "Ah, why are you always like this, you don't talk about anything."

"It's really fine," Fu Yijie said in a muffled voice, "I'm just a little scared that you're ignoring me."

"I keep thinking about impossible things, we two brothers have to be together for the rest of our lives," Fu Kun scratched his hair, "I can't bear to talk to you."