Zhu Mu Lang Ma

"Want to exchange?" Fu Yijie asked him while drinking water.

"In exchange for what?" Fu Kun lay on the ground and continued to stare at Fu Yijie.

This kid has been beautiful since he was a child, but his beauty now is different from when he was a child. His face is not so round, he has lost a lot of weight, his eyes are still quite big, but they are not as round and staring as they were when he was a child, and the bridge of his nose is also straighter than when he was a child. the...

"If you praise me, I'll praise you too," Fu Yijie put down his cup, knelt beside Fu Kun and stared at him with his hands on the ground, after a while he smiled and said, "Fu Kun, you are so handsome."

"Ouch," Fu Kun laughed, "Thank you."

Fu Yijie stretched out his hand and touched his face lightly. The smooth and warm skin on Fu Kun's face made him feel very at ease. He moved his hand along his face to hook his chin, and finally touched his face again.

He wanted to say, Fu Kun, your face is so pleasing to touch, but he didn't say it out, because he was afraid that Fu Kun would call him crazy.

When his hand passed over the tip of Fu Kun's nose, Fu Kun's breath lightly swept over his palm, and he felt a burst of comfort, so he squeezed Fu Kun's nose hard uncontrollably.

"Hey!" Fu Kun slapped his hand away, covered his nose and sat up abruptly, "Why don't you go crazy like this all the time! Just touch you and pinch your fart!"

"Your nose is a fart?" Fu Yijie withdrew his hand, took his schoolbag and went back to the hut to prepare for homework, "Is it drought thunder? Why don't mom take us back to Longge for a good meal after the exam. "

"It's not over for you! Shut up," Fu Kun rolled up the mat on the floor and entered the hut, "Fu Yiduaner, when you were young, I really didn't realize that your mouth can be so damaged when you grow up."

"Take a good example, don't you feel when you hurt others?" Fu Yijie lay down on the table and began to do his homework.

Fu Kun was lying on the table. In fact, their review in the third year of junior high school was much easier than his three-hour copying battle, but he was still under a lot of pressure.

He has never paid much attention to his studies, and he started to lose his mind when he listened almost in class. His grades have been fluctuating in the middle of the class. Top ten in class.

He was still in his twenties when he took the test last time.

He sighed, took out the book, let's start with the most annoying English.

Fu Kun leaned his chair against the wall and recited his book half lying down.

When he was endorsing, he kept his voice very low, fearing that it would affect Fu Yijie.

But it didn't take long for him to realize that Fu Yijie seemed a little out of shape today, and he kept writing wrongly, and he kept watching him erase with the eraser, and the speed was slower than usual.

"A bit," Fu Kun called him, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Fu Yijie raised his head, he felt that sometimes Fu Kun was dull, but he was particularly sensitive about certain things.

"Absent, you, what's the matter?" Fu Kun asked.

Fu Yijie lowered his head and stared at the tip of the pen, pondering for a long time whether he should tell Fu Kun about today's incident. This incident is different from being beaten by someone, and it feels uncomfortable in his heart. The key is what to do afterwards. I can't think of it.

He hesitated and opened his mouth: "Brother..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the living room was slapped open. Dad entered the room and shouted happily: "Good news! Does anyone want to hear it!"

"Yes!" Fu Kun also yelled, jumped off the chair and ran out, "You picked up 1 yuan?"

"You are so beautiful," my mother followed and entered the door, "This task is entrusted to you, just pick up 100 yuan and return it."

"What's that?" Fu Yijie also ran to the living room. Dad was rarely so happy.

"We finally have a new house!" Dad waved his hand, "Two bedrooms and one living room!"

"Really?" Fu Kun stared at his father and asked.

"Really, you will be able to get the keys when you finish the exam!" Dad continued to wave happily, "You two each have a big writing desk, so you don't have to sleep so crowded, you don't have to climb up and down, and you can put two desks. bed, and the No. [-] middle school and high school can live on campus, your mother is thinking about letting you live on campus, so that Yijie can sleep in a room by himself! How nice!"

"Let me live in school?" Fu Kun became excited when he heard it.

"Well, let's do some exercise."

My mother also entered the room, and several people were discussing how to arrange the new house. Fu Yijie also added a few words from time to time, but his mind was not on the new house.

It is of course good to have a new house, and he and Fu Kun are also happy to have a formal house.

But... what happened to living in school?

Fu Kun high school wants to live on campus?Home once a week?

The No. [-] Middle School is very large, and the senior and junior high schools do not have classes in the same building, nor are they next to each other. They are divided into two sides of the school across the school auditorium and playground. They are basically invisible during the day, and he can only see them after school. Fu Kun.

If Fu Kun lives on campus, it means that he can only see Fu Kun on weekends a week. Fu Kun loves to play and spends most of his weekends with his classmates, so how much time do he have to spend with Fu Kun?

Thinking of this, the joy of being about to move to a new house was suddenly washed away.

During the meal, Fu Kun also enthusiastically said that he wanted his mother to buy a computer.

"Just put it next to the window, and you can still watch the scenery while playing computer..." Fu Kun said while lowering his head while picking up the rice in the bowl.

"You don't live on campus, what time do you spend playing?" Fu Yijie said, also lowering his head and munching on his food. Although he was not in a good mood, his appetite was still very stable, and he wouldn't stop until he ate enough.

"I'll come back to play on weekends, you usually play," Fu Kun smiled, "There are a lot of games on the computer."

"I don't like playing games." Fu Yijie didn't look up.

"Then you do something else, learn programming or something..."

"will not."

"So let you learn..."

"Not learn."

"Pay a piece!" Fu Kun threw down his chopsticks and shouted.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yijie picked up a piece of bitter gourd stuffed meat and continued to eat bitterly.

"You took the wrong medicine today."

"No, what are you calling?" Fu Yijie finally raised his head, "You forgot to take your medicine, right?"

"Oh, you two are so annoying," my mother knocked on the table, "Don't bicker while eating, go out and fight after eating."

"He can't beat me." Fu Kun said.

"Try it." Fu Yijie got up to serve the porridge.

"Hey! Yo! I dare not, I'm afraid you'll beat me to death," Fu Kun shouted with a smile, and drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, "Give me another bowl."

Diudiu happily ran to Fu Kun's feet, yelled twice and bit Fu Kun's slippers, purring in a low voice, shaking his head and pulling his slippers back.

"Hey hey!" Fu Kun was taken aback, and quickly pulled his feet out of the slippers and shrank them onto the chair, "Let your dog go away!"

"Harror him," Fu Yijie took Fu Kun's bowl and put a bowl of porridge in front of him, and clapped his hands, "Harrah him!"

Diudiu immediately threw away his shoes, pouted his ass and yelled at Fu Kun.

"Scream!" Fu Kun shrank his legs onto the chair.

"My own dog is afraid of being like this. How many years have it been?" My mother smiled and sighed.

"Who knew it could grow so big! It was only a few kilograms when I picked it up..." Fu Kun squatted on the chair and continued to eat, "I thought it was a pug, but now it weighs about thirty kilograms."

"Your mother is willing to feed it, this is a pig in dog's skin." Dad said with a smile.

"Who's dog is like who, a piece is more edible than a pig." Fu Kun put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "I'm full."

"You are the most boring!" Mom glared at him, "You have to work hard to cook a table of dishes, and you only drink two bowls of porridge. Is there anyone who beats people like you!"

"I only have this appetite, and I can't hold it." Fu Kun rubbed his stomach, "It's not like a piece of it, it's a bottomless pit."

Fu Yijie smiled silently, took another rib and put it in his mouth.

Today it was Fu Kun's turn to wash the dishes, and when he returned to the hut covered in sweat after washing the dishes, Fu Yijie was lying on the bed in a daze.

Fu Kun took off his clothes, held it up to his face and shook it: "What are you thinking?"

"No." Fu Yijie grabbed his clothes and hit him in the face with his hand.

"What did you want to say to me before?" Fu Kun remembered what happened before the meal.

"I don't remember." Fu Yijie closed his eyes.

It's better not to talk about it, the family is in a good mood, and he doesn't want to make everyone uncomfortable at this time.

"It's like this again, boring," Fu Kun opened the cabinet to find clothes, "I'm going to take a shower."

"I'll go too." Fu Yijie jumped off the bed.

There was no one in the shower room at this time, Fu Kun stood under the nozzle, turned on the water, closed his eyes and turned his head on the shower.

Fu Yijie stood under the nozzle next to him for a while, then squeezed to his side to lean against.

"Why?" Fu Kun wiped his wet hair back, exposing his forehead, and then stretched out his hand to flick it.

Fu Yijie's hair is longer than his, and his forehead is usually covered, but now his face is completely exposed, covered with water droplets, and looks very beautiful.

Fu Kun touched the tip of his nose. It would be nice if this was a younger sister, but such a beautiful younger sister might not be worrying...or a younger brother.

"Wipe my back." Fu Yijie hooked his arm around his neck, hanging half of his body weight.

"Turn around," Fu Kun was almost pushed down by him, but he took a wrong step back to hold on, "Stand still."

"Just wipe it like this, I don't have the strength anymore." Fu Yijie closed his eyes and pressed his face against his shoulder.

"Hey..." Fu Kun sighed, touched the soap from the side, and went around to scribble on Fu Yijie's back, "Taking a shower is like fighting."

"Brother, do you want to live on campus?" Fu Yijie asked softly.

"Are you being awkward with me because of this?" Fu Kun was stunned, remembering that when he first entered junior high school, Fu Yijie had to pester him to send him to the third primary school before letting him go, "This is not the case Whether I think about it or not, I'm not sure whether I can be admitted to No. [-] Middle School."

"You must pass!" Fu Yijie opened his eyes and stared at him.

"All right, all right, you must pass the exam," Fu Kun patted his back hard twice, "Must."

"Well," Fu Yijie closed his eyes again, "Then do you want to live on campus?"

Fu Kun didn't make a sound, he could almost guess what Fu Yijie was thinking.

Fu Yijie definitely didn't want him to live on campus. This kid had a different personality from him. He was a bit introverted. He didn't talk much to his classmates, and he didn't have a particularly good relationship with him. Jiang Song was the only one who transferred to another school.

If he went to live in school by himself, Fu Yijie would probably feel lonely?

Although he wouldn't take Fu Yijie with him when he went out to play with his classmates, at least at night, the two stayed together...

"Isn't it?" Fu Yijie asked again.

Fu Kun actually wanted to live on campus, no one cared about him, what he wanted to do, he had been to the dormitory of No. [-] Middle School, eight people lived in one room, although it was quite crowded, it was fun, he always wanted to experience that feeling.

But now being questioned by Fu Yijie, he couldn't speak again, rubbing his hands on Fu Yijie's back, and finally gritted his teeth: "I can't stop."

"Really?" Fu Yijie stood up straight, looking at him through the water droplets from the nozzle.

"Well, when the time comes to move, it must be because the house is comfortable." Fu Kun couldn't tell how he felt, on the one hand he felt quite depressed, on the other hand he enjoyed seeing Fu Yijie happy.

"Tell Dad not to get two beds, just one big bed." Fu Yijie happily circled under the nozzle.

"It's so comfortable for one person and one bed." Fu Kun stuck his head under the water and rushed.

"I won't affect your reading of those books." Fu Yijie gave him a sideways glance, "Look at yours and I'll sleep with mine."

"You..." Fu Kun didn't know what to say, "I don't read those books now either."

"Did you watch the movie directly?"

"I didn't watch the movie either!" Fu Kun squeezed his chin and stared, "I said, what do you think of your brother? You think I'm Sun Xiao's brother!"

After thinking about it, he was happy again: "Let me tell you, Sun Wei has pimples, so he must be holding back."

"Hold it? Can't you masturbate if you hold it back?" Fu Yijie said.

"He has played a lot," Fu Kun quacked happily, and it took half of the music to realize, "Fu Yijuaner, you really know everything!"

"It's not something profound." Fu Yijie washed it up and took a towel to wipe it off.

"You are a primary school student!" Fu Kun grabbed his arm, looked down at him, and stretched out his hands, "Brother, see if you have grown hair, and you say masturbation... oh, little fluff... "

"Are you a moron!" Fu Yijie quickly covered himself.

"Can't you see if I'm big or small? I see Tian'er sleeping naked." Fu Kun was so happy that he crossed his legs, "Come here, let you see!"

"Who is staring at other people like you?" Fu Yijie pushed him away.

"Hey let your brother take a look at you. Why are you so embarrassed." Fu Kun hugged him.

Fu Yijie didn't move, Fu Kun's smooth skin with water droplets stuck to his body, making him feel very comfortable.

Fu Kun felt a little strange that Fu Yijie didn't struggle or speak suddenly, and retracted his arms: "Angry? Didn't I just glance at you, so I won't let you see that you can wash your underwear next time."

Fu Yijie still didn't speak, stopped for a while, then suddenly turned around and put his arms around Fu Kun's waist, hugging him tightly, just when Fu Kun was about to say that he was out of breath and wanted to push him away, he opened his mouth to Fu Kun's chest He took a bite.

"Ah—" Fu Kun howled, tears were about to come out.

Fu Kun was thin and didn't have much flesh in his chest. Fu Yijie basically didn't bite anything, it was like pinching his chest, the pain was so painful that he almost wanted to slap him away.

"What are you doing! Crazy you!" Fu Kun rubbed his hands on his chest and flushed it with cold water.

Fu Yijie didn't say a word, he walked to the side and took a towel to start wiping.

By the time Fu Kun rubbed his chest and turned off the faucet, he had already put on all his clothes.

"You've become a dog." Fu Kun frowned, and threw the towel to Fu Yijie, "Wipe my back."

Fu Yijie helped him wipe the water beads on his back: "It hurts?"

"Nonsense! Why don't you just say you're little Mao Mao? As for biting your mouth," Fu Kun took the underwear and put it on, "Mao has a temper without two..."

"Rogue." Fu Yijie clicked his tongue.

"You're not a hooligan, you can only sleep by touching people's underwear all day long."

"willing."

"You said that you will have a daughter-in-law in the future, do you have to rub your wife's panties to sleep?" Fu Kun shook his head while tsk-tsk, "Who can stand you."

"I'll live with anyone who can bear it." Fu Yijie said.

"That's why I can stand you, you live with me?"

"Ah."

"Then which one of us is the daughter-in-law?" Fu Kun laughed happily, and before Fu Yijie could answer, he continued, "You are my wife. If you are a little girl, I will definitely marry you."

In the evening, Fu Yijie finished his homework in a short time. His father said he had an upset stomach, so he stayed with him in the living room, listening to his mother complaining that his father didn't eat well while driving.

Fu Kun was endorsing the book with earphones on. What he was listening to was Fu Yijie's tape, and it was easy to sing along to his own.

It wasn't until almost 12 o'clock that he had completed today's task. He washed his face indiscriminately and climbed into bed.

Fu Yijie had been in bed for a long time, but he didn't fall asleep. Seeing him climbing up, he immediately turned over and hugged him like an octopus.

Fu Kun was very sleepy, he didn't bother to push him away, so he closed his eyes like that: "I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted, I'm dead..."

Fu Yijie stretched out his hands to pinch his trousers, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "I want to rub my hands."

"Rub it." Fu Kun was about to fall asleep within a few seconds, and replied in a daze.

"Didn't you let me rub the side of your ass?"

"Ah..." Fu Kun moved, wanting to turn over, but halfway through the turn, he lay back down again, without any movement.

"Asleep?" Fu Yijie rubbed his underpants.

Fu Kun was silent, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

Fu Yijie didn't speak any more, put his legs on Fu Kun's, and rubbed his underpants gently.

After rubbing for a while, he stopped, touched it with his hand and pressed it, but it didn't harden.

He remembered what Fu Kun said about his little Mao Mao. In fact, even if they took a bath together or Fu Kun slept naked, he didn't take a special look at Fu Kun's bottom. He always felt that everyone was similar, until today Fu Kun laughed at him When he was little Mao Mao, he felt that it might not be the same.

Fu Kun has grown up and is different from him.

He quietly opened Fu Kun's underwear, put his hand in, rubbed a few hairs with his fingers.

Cut, there are not many.

Just when he was about to pull his hand out, Fu Kun moved suddenly and grabbed his hand.

"Little hooligan, what are you doing?" Fu Kun's voice was sleepy.

"Touch how much hair you have." Fu Yijie answered truthfully.

"Have you never seen it?"

"Did not notice."

"Go to sleep, don't touch." Fu Kun yawned.

"Brother," Fu Yijie poked his bottom with his finger, "Have you ever played a plane? How does it feel?"

Fu Kun yawned halfway through, stopped with his mouth open, and asked after a long time: "Why do you care about this, you'll know when you yawn yourself in the future."

"How?" Fu Yijie poked him again, and even squeezed him.

"Hey," Fu Kun quickly raised his leg and pulled his hand out, "Don't mess around."

Fu Yijie's hand was very soft, and the pinch was neither light nor heavy, and Fu Kun, who was sleepy, suddenly felt a strange feeling slipping across his body.

"I didn't use any strength." Fu Yijie whispered next to his ear.

"I didn't say it hurts."

"Then what's the matter?"

Fu Kun didn't speak. After a few seconds, he suddenly turned over and hugged Fu Yijie. After hugging him twice, he let go, turned his back and said to Fu Yijie: "Sleep, sleepy." died."