Zhu Mu Lang Ma

"Ah? What eats bugs?" Fu Kun was sleepy and confused, and couldn't react to Fu Yijie's thoughtless question for a long time.

"Pick up bugs and eat them." Fu Yijie whispered.

His voice was a little nasal because of the cold, so he whispered in his ear, which made Fu Kun feel itchy on half of his body, as if his ears were being rubbed by hair, and he couldn't help but laugh.

After giggling for a while, the drowsy smile disappeared, and he remembered what it was to pick up insects and eat them. He turned sideways: "It's a grasshopper. I didn't eat it. I just walked the grasshopper. Sun Wei was hungry in his previous life." Those who die will love to eat."

"Is it delicious?" Fu Yijie swallowed.

"It's tasteless, I just ate a leg," Fu Kun thought for a while, "I burned it with a match, and Sun Wei ate it raw... a piece, I haven't asked you yet, how do you eat it?" Raw dumplings."

Fu Yijie remained silent.

"Why are you so quiet?" Fu Kun asked.

Fu Yijie still didn't move, so he had no choice but to shut up and prepare to continue sleeping.

Before finding the sleepiness he had before, Fu Yijie suddenly sat up holding the quilt.

"What's wrong?" Fu Kun was startled, and sat up.

"To fart." Fu Yijie replied in a low voice.

"...Then let it go, do you still have to sit up when you fart?" Fu Kun lay back a little inexplicably, "Don't be in the bed..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a fart sound, so he had to kick the quilt with his feet: "Forget it, being so close, the inside and outside are the same virtue."

"Brother." Fu Yijie called him again in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"I'm going to the toilet."

"Have you eaten too much? Big or small?" Fu Kun was thinking in his heart whether to take him out to the toilet or use a spittoon inside.

"Stomach hurts." Fu Yijie's voice became even softer, as if he was still in a ball in the dark, holding his stomach with his hands.

Then you have to go to the toilet. Although it is cold outside in winter, he has always been responsible for emptying the spittoon at home, and he doesn't want to empty the shit.

So he jumped out of bed and turned on the light: "Hold on! I'll take you to the toilet and get dressed."

Fu Yijie wore a pair of long johns and a small padded jacket, frowned and bent over to cover his stomach. Fu Kun grabbed a handful of paper and pulled him and ran outside the house. They all wanted to run away with Fu Yijie on their backs.

The light in the toilet was turned off by someone, and Fu Kun couldn't find the light cord after groping on the wall for a long time. Fu Yijie kept stomping beside him and humming softly, so anxious that he wanted to curse.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and a flashlight shone over. Fu Kun finally saw the light cord, pulled it, and the light turned on.

"Hurry up, stop pulling your pants up!" Fu Kun fought back and grabbed Fu Yijie, pushing him onto the pit.

Fu Yijie started to pull, he was relieved, and hummed softly: "In 1988, I learned to drive a car, I ran over 100 people uphill and downhill, the police came to arrest me, I fled into the women's toilet, the women's toilet I fell into the pit without a light, I fought against the poop, and finally I sacrificed, in memory of me, the toilet installed a light..."

After walking out of the toilet, Xia Fei smiled and stood outside the toilet, shaking his eyes with the flashlight: "Will you take your brother to the toilet?"

"Well," Fu Kun jumped up, "Brother Xiaofei, are you going to the bathroom?"

"No, I'll give it away." Xia Fei shook the flashlight behind him again.

Zhang Qingkai blocked the light of the flashlight with his hand behind him: "Don't send it away, I'll catch a cold later."

"It's okay, I'll be active for a whole day." Xia Fei turned around and walked downstairs. The lights in the corridor were smashed and left unattended. Zhang Qingkai quickly chased after him and helped Xia Fei's waist. He slapped him off. "Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

"It's okay, don't be so weak, don't treat children as human beings, they know everything," Xia Fei said in a low voice, turning his head and smiling at Fu Kun, "Is it Kunzi?"

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, scratching his hair and having fun.

Do you know what?

Fu Kun didn't know what Xia Fei meant by this, but he knew that Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai had a very good relationship. Normally, Xia Fei sent Zhang Qingkai downstairs, and Zhang Qingkai had to follow up when he came up later, and then went down again.

Two idiots, he knows this.

"Brother." Fu Yijie called him in the toilet, his voice trembling.

"Finished?" Fu Kun ran in holding his nose, and handed him the paper, "Can you wipe your butt?"

"Yes." Fu Yijie replied in a low voice.

"Are you cold?" Fu Kun heard his voice trembling.

"Ah."

"Who made you so anxious, you didn't have time to put on more clothes," Fu Kun frowned, he couldn't let his mother know about this, if he found out, he would have to slap him, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Fu Yijie pulled up his pants and came out.

"Which hand wiped his butt?" Fu Kun asked him.

"Right hand."

Fu Kun bent down and took his left hand: "Go."

"The left hand helped too." Fu Yijie looked at his left hand.

"Hey!" Fu Kun yelled, and shook his hand away. Before he could start cursing, he turned his face and saw the sparkle in Fu Yijie's eyes. He was stunned, and cried again?

He quickly took Fu Yijie's left hand and walked home again: "Come on, I don't hate you, stop crying, you can cry out how you say, you brought the switch, right? Hold back!"

After returning home, Fu Kun originally wanted to get some hot water for Fu Yijie to wash his hands, but seeing him shivering from the cold, he had no choice but to give up and let Fu Yijie go back to bed.

He fetched hot water and wiped Fu Yijie's face and hands with a towel. He himself doesn't pay much attention to hygiene. His mother asked him to wash his hands. The boss was reluctant. The only thing that could make him wash his hands consciously was to go to bed. After the toilet.

After tossing and tossing, Fu Kun went to bed, and Fu Yijie huddled into a small ball by the wall just like before.

"Go to sleep." Fu Kun was a little sleepy, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

"Brother." Fu Yijie called him again.

"Huh? You're going to the toilet again, aren't you?" Fu Kun was very nervous.

"No."

"Then why call me?"

"How do you write the word Fu Kun?"

"Fu Kun, just..." Fu Kun thought for a while, "Just deal with Fu, Qian Kun's Kun, do you know what Qian Kun means?"

"I don't know." Fu Yijie carefully leaned towards him.

"Qiankun is, that is, it means very awesome." Fu Kun thought for a while and didn't know what to say, "So if I use the word Kun, I am a really awesome person."

"Why don't you use dry words?" Fu Yijie guessed that he was not sleepy, so he asked again.

"What? Pay? Who pays, who is so foolish as to call pay," Fu Kun clicked, "Hey, I'm so sleepy, go to sleep, don't talk to me, if you can't sleep, count your fingers and play." Bar."

At dawn, Fu Kun was still dreaming, and was woken up by his mother slapping his face several times in a row. Before he could complain, his mother began to arrange a series of arrangements: "Kunzi, I will give my brother a new one." The toothbrushes and towels I bought are all placed on the table. I will make a glass of milk for my brother later. I put it there earlier. After you finish eating, you go to school. I will go to the unit to make a face-to-face meeting and come back. I will take my brother to transfer schools..."

"Oh—" Fu Kun closed his eyes and responded.

"Get up." My mother saw that he was still, and came directly to drag him out of the bed.

"Ah——" Fu Kun elongated his voice depressedly, "You tell me to get up too, why should I get up first."

"You can just ask him to get up after packing up," the mother threw him on the chair beside the table, "I'm leaving, when you leave, take some of your little man's books or something to my younger brother, I will at most once Be back in an hour."

"Got it, got it, let's go." Fu Kun lay down on the table and waved to his mother.

Really annoying!Originally, when I wake up in the cold weather, I always want to get angry, but now I wake up, and I have to pour some milk!You have to let him play with your own things!

Mom went out with a small bag, Fu Kun put on his clothes, squinted at Fu Yijie who was still lying on the pillow and sleeping with his eyes closed, he was so unbalanced, he couldn't help but jumped over and yelled at Fu Yijie's face : "Fu Yijie! Wake up!"

Then without waiting to see Fu Yijie's reaction, he turned around and ran out.

Anyway, even if there is a reaction, it is probably crying.

After Fu Kun brushed his teeth and washed his face, he didn't go back to the room directly. He wanted to see if Fu Yijie was crying.

When he opened the window and looked into the room, he was stunned. Fu Yijie had already got up, his clothes and pants were all dressed, and he was squeezing toothpaste with the toothbrush his mother bought for him.

After squeezing the toothpaste, he took the thermos and wanted to pour hot water into the cup, but the table was too high for him to lift it up, so he put the cup on the ground again and poured a cup of hot water into it.

After pouring the water, Fu Yijie bit the toothbrush in his mouth, picked up the cup and walked out slowly with his head down.

"Give it to me." Fu Kun reached out and took the cup in his hand. For some reason, he always felt that Fu Yijie looked pitiful like this.

But Fu Yijie is much stronger than Fu Kun imagined, probably because no one is in charge of the orphanage, so he has to do everything by himself, Fu Yijie is very good at brushing his teeth and washing his face.

People who got up early to go to work and school were walking around by the pool, and when they passed by Fu Yijie, they would take a look or two more. Someone said, Kunzi, your brother is quite capable.

Fu Kun's anger in getting up in the morning subsided for a while, and he was a little proud after hearing this.

That is, Fu Kun's younger brother must be able to do it!

Turning my head and thinking about it, I realized that there is nothing I can do or not do when brushing my teeth by myself in the first grade. Isn’t it just a little nimbler?

But because he had to wait for him to brush his teeth and wash his face, Fu Kun left the house a bit late today. When Sun Wei was calling his name at the top of his voice downstairs, he was holding a bag of milk powder and preparing to make milk for Fu Yijie to drink.

"Fu Kun! Fu Kun—Fu Kun! Fu Kun—" Sun Wei yelled loudly downstairs, as if singing.

"Stop yelling, I heard you!" Fu Kun stretched out his head and yelled.

Sun Wei continued to shout with his eyes closed as if he hadn't heard it.

"Hey," Fu Kun was flustered by his yelling, holding the milk powder bag, he didn't know what to do, and finally raised his chin at Fu Yijie, "Come on here."

Fu Yijie walked up to him and looked up at him.

"Open your mouth." Fu Kun scooped up a spoonful of milk powder with a spoon and stuffed it into Fu Yijie's mouth, "Put four spoonfuls in a cup of milk, so you can eat four spoonfuls."

Fu Yijie half-opened his mouth in confusion, holding a mouthful of powdered milk, not knowing what to do.

"Eat, isn't it a little dry?" Fu Kun asked.

"Do it." Fu Yijie replied, blowing a puff of white smoke from his mouth.

"Drink water." Fu Kun handed him the water.

After Fu Yijie swallowed the milk powder, he took another spoonful and stuffed it into Fu Yijie's mouth.

Just a sip of milk powder and a sip of water is considered to have completed the task of "making a glass of milk for my brother".

Sun Wei was still downstairs howling like convulsions, and the neighbors next door who didn't work early today opened the windows and started swearing, Fu Kun grabbed two buns and ran out: "Come on, my mother will be back soon , if you want to be bored, there is a little book in the box under the bed, you can read it yourself."

"En." Fu Yijie nodded with a circle of milk powder on his lips.

"Wipe your mouth, the old man with white beard is gone." Fu Kun closed the door and ran out.

After the door was closed, Fu Yijie didn't move. He heard the sound of Fu Kun's footsteps disappear completely, then wiped his mouth, turned around and lifted his feet on the window sill to look out.

Downstairs there was a boy about the same height as Fu Kun. Fu Kun pushed his bicycle and walked away with him.

Fu Yijie returned to the table, sat down on the chair, grabbed the buns on the table, and ate them attentively.Be attentive and fast when eating, or you may be snatched away by others.

Usually he can't eat so much, he can only eat half full. Although he is alone now, there is a big bag of buns and a big bowl of porridge on the table, but his habit makes him bury his head and eat quickly.

After eating four big steamed buns and drinking a bowl of porridge, he felt that his stomach was too full, so he stopped.

There were people walking up and down in the corridor outside the door, talking and chatting. He sat in the room and listened for a while, but found it meaningless, so he walked into Fu Kun's small room.

There was a box under the bed, he dragged it, it was very heavy, and it took a lot of effort to drag it out.

The box is full of all kinds of comic books and comics, as well as a few old books.

He took out a notebook and opened it, and found that it was full of drawings of people and animals, people fighting, people dancing, and many animals running around, cats, dogs, bugs...

He was a little fascinated by it, these were even more beautiful than those drawn by the art teacher.

After sitting on the floor and flipping through two books, Fu Yijie heard the door knock, he turned his head and saw his aunt walking in, he suddenly panicked for no reason, feeling as if he was found by flipping through someone else's house .

"Yijie, are you reading a book? Why are you sitting on the floor? It's so cold!" As soon as the aunt came in, she ran over and picked him up from the floor, "Why didn't brother show you the book? This man is really unreliable. "

Fu Yijie didn't speak, put the book in his hand back into the box, bent down and wanted to push the box back under the bed, in the orphanage, although there were no toys in the box where the toys were placed, if you didn't put the box back to the original place after playing It is to be fined to stand.

"Don't mess with it, I'll do it," the aunt pushed the box back under the bed and hugged him, "Did you eat breakfast?"

He nodded.

"Did you drink milk?"

He thought of the four spoonfuls of milk powder that he had to swallow with great effort, and nodded again. He hadn't had much milk, but the milk powder just now was delicious.

"That's okay, Mom... Auntie will take you to school now, okay? The original school is too far away. Let you go to my brother's school. You can go with my brother in the future, okay?" Auntie patted his head .

"Okay." He replied quietly.

He didn't have a good impression of the school. The classmates in the class knew that he was a child without parents in the orphanage, and they were not willing to play with him.

The aunt took another cold medicine, let him take it, and took him out.

Fu Yijie was carried to the back seat of the bicycle. This was the first time he sat on the bicycle at his age. He was a little nervous and didn't know where to grab his hands.

"Grab my clothes, don't let go," the aunt patted him, zipped up the new cotton coat on his body, and pulled the hat down again, "Sit still."

He nodded, reached out and grabbed the corner of Auntie's clothes.

The wind was so strong that it could blow on his face through the mask. He sat on the bicycle with his neck curled up all the time, but the novelty of riding the bicycle for the first time made him forget the cold quickly and started to turn his head to look around.

"Look, the gate in front is the school gate of No. [-] Primary School. Your brother is in the fourth grade here." The aunt stopped the car, carried him down, and pointed to the school gate, "In a moment..."

Auntie didn't finish her sentence. They both saw two people standing at the school gate at the same time. A young man seemed to be a teacher, and the other was Fu Kun.

"You said how many days you haven't done your homework!" Teacher Yang pointed at Fu Kun and said angrily, "If you are told to call your parents, you will pretend to be dead!"

"My hand is broken," Fu Kun raised his arm nonchalantly, turned his face away, "I can't write."

"Who are you fooling!" Teacher Yang patted his left hand, "You pretend I didn't know you can write with your left hand!"

"My arm hurts, and when my arm hurts, my head hurts, so I can't write." Fu Kun smiled.

"Okay, I can't write, and I won't be called a parent, right?" Teacher Yang pointed at him, "Then you can stand here and become a popsicle!"

"Success." Fu Kun said in a low voice but clearly.

Teacher Yang was stunned: "What did you say?"

"I agree." Fu Kun said it again.

"You..." Teacher Yang was probably very angry and raised his hand.

"Fu Kun!" The aunt who had been standing still suddenly roared.

Fu Yijie was startled by the sudden roar, and sat down on the snowdrift. The teacher over there was also startled, and stopped with his hands raised in the air.

"Dare to hit my son..." Auntie said in a low voice, ran over with big strides, raised her foot and kicked Fu Kun's ass, "What are you doing again!"