Zhu Mu Lang Ma

"Can't you make it?" Fu Yijie turned around and shouted.

Fu Kun came back to his senses, ran a few steps to chase after him and jumped onto the back seat of the car: "When did you learn to ride a bicycle?"

The momentum of Fu Kun jumping onto the bike caused Fu Yijie's hand holding the handlebar to shake, and the bike shook accordingly. Fu Kun suddenly became a little nervous: "Can you ride?"

"Aren't I riding right now?" Fu Yijie slid down the small slope at the school gate.

The car went downhill fairly steadily, and when he rode on the main road, Fu Kun returned to the previous question: "When did you learn it?"

"I don't remember." Fu Yijie replied.

"Fart you, don't you remember this?" Fu Kun hugged his schoolbag, and rubbed his shoes on the ground from time to time, adding a sense of reality to himself that it was Fu Yijie who was taking him home by bike.

"You can learn it when your feet can touch the pedals."

"When will I be able to touch it?" Fu Kun couldn't help but glanced down. He was indeed able to touch it, and there was still room left. He suddenly felt emotional. It was two years ago that Fu Yijie couldn't reach the pedals of the bicycle. ...

"I've been able to catch it for a long time," Fu Yijie clicked his tongue, "How can you be a big brother?"

"I take you to school every day, so I didn't think about whether you ride a bicycle or not," Fu Kun smiled, "It's still a little bit, I guess, Zhang Qingkai taught it?"

"Well, I used to ride his bike when I was playing golf, and it's easy to ride for a while." Fu Yijie replied.

"It's not difficult, and my brother is so smart..." Fu Kun suddenly thought of a small question, "Have you been riding on his bike before?"

"No, I just rode once." Fu Yijie replied easily.

"What?" Fu Kun was stunned, and his voice raised a lot, "You only rode his bike once?"

"Well, this is the second time."

"Stop!" Fu Kun yelled, "You are not cowardly, you only have to study and review once, and you dare to ride and take someone with you?"

"Don't shout," Fu Yijie tilted his head, "This is not a good place..."

Before he finished speaking, the small front wheel of the 250 Amini ran over a stone and shook violently.

The road home from No. [-] Middle School was being repaired, and the road surface was paved, but there were still pebbles on both sides of the road. The front wheel swayed, and it directly swayed off the road and rushed into the pile of small pebbles.

Fu Yijie suddenly felt that the handlebar in his hand began to tremble, and the car began to shake from side to side.

"Ah!" he shouted.

Fu Kun hurriedly jumped off the back seat, holding the back seat with one hand and shouting: "Get down!"

Fu Yijie had no experience in riding a bicycle at all. While shaking, he tried hard to control the handlebars. His legs were still kicking, but Fu Kun didn't hold back, and the car continued to shake and rush forward.

"Let's dance, let's dance, let's dance..." He followed behind and shouted.

At the last second before the car crashed into the roadside green belt, Fu Yijie finally let go of the handlebar and jumped out of the car.

The bicycle hit the cement edge of the green belt, struggled to jump a few times, and fell down.

"Tell you to stop and stop! Let you not get down! What are you thinking!" Fu Kun broke out in a cold sweat, rushed over and yelled at Fu Yijie. What kind of injury, he will have to have his mother dismantle it when he goes back.

"I want to stop the car." Fu Yijie was also quite frightened, staring at the bicycle lying on the ground.

"If you want to stop, please pinch the brake baby, pinch the brake!" Fu Kun went over and pulled the car up from the ground, pinched the brake, "That's it, pinch! Yours, understand?"

"I forget it when I'm in a hurry." Fu Yijie sighed. He learned to ride a bicycle a long time ago, and he has never ridden. He wanted to show off today, but he messed up.

"You know how to ride a bicycle? You can forget about pinching the brakes, ride along the broken basketball court of the bus company, and then you dare to take people to the street," Fu Kun pushed the car back to the surface Come on, "Okay, push it back, go home and practice in the courtyard first..."

"I'll do it." Fu Yijie went over and snatched the handlebar from Fu Kun's hand, and stepped on it again.

"Why?" Fu Kun stared at him.

Fu Yijie didn't speak, kicked his foot, and the car rushed out again: "Come up!"

"Fu Yijue, are you crazy?" Fu Kun was helpless, "You ride and I'll walk back."

"Come up!" Fu Yijie turned around and roared.

Fu Kun followed suit for two steps, and finally gritted his teeth and jumped onto the back seat: "Damn, I won't give up until you fall to your death."

When jumping into the car, he tried his best to control the speed, and jumped up as lightly as possible, fearing that Fu Yijie would not be able to control the movement too much.

Fu Yijie didn't have any problems this time, and he returned home fairly smoothly. When parking downstairs, he squeezed the brakes hard, and the car let out a scream and stopped suddenly.

Fu Kun didn't support him, and bumped forward directly, with his face on Fu Yijie's back.

"Revenge you!" He pinched Fu Yijie's waist.

Fu Yijie twisted violently, almost hitting Fu Kun's face with his elbow, and after jumping out of the car covering his waist, he smiled and said, "Don't pinch my itchy flesh."

"Stupid," Fu Kun laughed, locked the car and walked upstairs, "When I was young, I thought you were covered in itchy flesh, and you would roll all over the bed when you touched it. I thought it was all gone now."

"Now my whole body is itchy, but you don't tickle me anymore." Fu Yijie followed behind him, carrying two schoolbags.

"Who is such an adult and still plays this?"

"me."

Fu Kun turned his head and glanced at him: "Okay, don't sleep at night, I'll scratch you all night until you're satisfied."

The abrasion on Fu Kun's arm was not serious, but the large area on his knee looked a bit scary, it was quite large, and there were a few scratches.

"The wounded are so pitiful." My mother glanced at him, then turned and went to the kitchen.

Dad rested at home today, so he found some iodine and said, "It's enough to disinfect, don't worry about anything else, it will be fine in a few days."

"I don't wipe that, it hurts." Fu Kun took off his clothes and pants carefully, and walked around the room in a pair of shorts to hide from his father, "I really don't wipe that, I'd rather drop it again."

"You're a waste." Dad summed it up very simply.

"Who is trash?" Fu Kun stopped.

"You."

"Okay, okay, just wipe it," Fu Kun lay down on the sofa, "This aggressive method has been used since childhood, and it will not be updated."

"It has always worked, why change it." Fu Yijie smiled beside him.

After gritting his teeth and letting his father apply iodine on the wound, Fu Kun turned the electric fan to the maximum to face his face, and began to moan, his voice trembling because of the electric fan: "It hurts~~~~~~~death~ ~~~~~~~~~~I want~~~~~life~~~~~ah~~~~~~~"

Fu Yijie looked at Fu Kun. On Fu Kun's back, he could still see the shallow vest prints that were exposed this summer. Looking down, he saw Fu Kun's waist and buttocks.

He seemed to still be able to feel the elastic touch when he patted Fu Kun's butt on the sidelines today. He stood up, walked behind Fu Kun, and slapped his butt.

Indeed.

"Why are you~~~~~~~~~" Fu Kun was still facing the electric fan.

"Your butt is bouncy." Fu Yijie pinched his butt.

"Nothing to do~~~just wipe the floor~~~~"

Fu Yijie smiled, put his arms around Fu Kun's waist, and pressed the tip of his nose against his back.

"You don't feel disgusted by the smell of sweat," Fu Kun finally stopped talking to the electric fan, and he took a step to get water from the table, "Let go, I'll drink water."

"Drink." Fu Yijie didn't move, but still hugged him, and took a step after him.

So the two of them wobbled to the table, then wobbled to the corridor, and then wobbled back into the room. Fu Kun took Fu Yijie around the room a few times: "Okay? You're sweating." All."

"En." Fu Yijie let go of his hand.

"Are you okay?" Fu Kun flicked on his forehead.

"Aren't you ticklish?" Fu Yijie felt that he was suddenly inexplicably nervous, so he randomly found a word to interrupt.

"From Tianlinggai to the soles of the feet, there is no itchy flesh, perfect and flawless," Fu Kun snapped his fingers, "Don't you know it all?"

"Make sure." Fu Yijie quickly picked up his schoolbag and entered the hut, "I'm doing my homework."

The curriculum for the first grade of junior high school is quite loose, with much less homework than when they were in elementary school. There are still two junior high school students in the building who played like crazy during the summer vacation. It has been a month since school started, and they are still in a state of crazy play.

Fu Yijie is different. He follows the routine every day. After eating, he does his homework. After finishing his homework, he will strictly follow the teacher's preview. He pretended that what Fu Yijie usually wanted to see was piled up on the table.

Fu Kun is the exact opposite of him. After eating, he reads comics, or draws, or hangs out with Sun Wei and the two of them on the street. Throwing it aside, I went to school the next morning to copy Chen Li's.

Sun Wei called Fu Kun after eight o'clock and asked Fu Kun to go out to play. When Fu Kun was changing clothes in the hut, Fu Yijie was still lying on the table doing homework.

"Come out with me?" Fu Kun asked next to him.

"No." Fu Yijie shook his head.When Fu Kun and Sun Wei go out, he seldom follows, it's not interesting, the two only go to the same place, which is the newly opened video game city on the other side of the square.

And when the two of them went there, seven out of ten times, they were all pinching dolls, and the remaining three times were basketball machines.

At first, Fu Yijie didn't know how Fu Kun sold the dolls he picked up, but later he figured it out. Every week, Chen Li would take a bag of dolls to KTV and movie theaters and sell them to young couples for ten yuan each.

"I'll bring you something to eat, what do you want to eat?" Fu Kun hugged him.

"Chicken wings," Fu Yijie looked at his arms, "You're so virtuous and you're still going out? Touching and rubbing will break the skin."

"It's okay, and I'm not cuddling with Sun Wei." Fu Kun quacked twice.

"Are you going to pinch dolls?"

"Well, how about some, how about you? Get you a pig."

"No." Fu Yijie lay down on the table, "How many can you hold?"

"Who knows, if the waiter doesn't come to make trouble, you can get more. Last time, I just caught four, and a kid came over and rearranged all the dolls." Fu Kun gritted his teeth, "I hate it."

It was after ten o'clock when Fu Kun came back at night, because he slipped out while his parents were counting passbooks and playing in the bedroom, so when he came back, he was locked out by his mother and was not allowed to enter the house.

"It's enough to go out two nights a week. No one cares about you. You have gone out four times this week. You are watching the night! Do you get paid?" Mom stood by the window.

Fu Kun stood in the corridor and laughed happily: "I won't go out next week."

"Are there mosquitoes outside?" Mom knocked on the screen window.

"Yes," Fu Kun quickly raised his arm, "Look, I've already bitten three bags."

"Just these three in total?"

"It's still on my legs." Fu Kun counted for a long time with his head down, "One to six, they killed me."

"Let's make up twenty before entering the house." Mom turned around and went back to the sofa and sat down, drinking tea and watching TV with Dad.

"Mom!" Fu Kun was in a hurry, "It's autumn, there are only a few mosquitoes in total, and they are already full, where can I get twenty of them!"

"If you can't make it today, let's make it tomorrow, if you can't make it tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow..."

"Yes." Fu Kun gritted his teeth, turned his head and left.

"My brother ran away from home?" Fu Yijie poked his head out of the hut.

"He dares, leave this home, where can he find such a comfortable home, kind mother, majestic father, little brother like a little white rabbit," the mother took a sip of tea, "isn't it, Lao Fu .”

"Yes, probably just squatting in the courtyard." Dad nodded.

Fu Yijie went around and looked at all the windows in the house, but he didn't see Fu Kun downstairs. Where did he go?

Half an hour later, Fu Kun happily ran back and knocked on the door, shouting outside: "Twenty, that's enough!"

"Oh, my son is really good," my mother ran to open the door with a smile on her face, "Where did you get him?"

"bathroom."

"Oh, it's so annoying, go take a bath!" My mother pinched her nose and shouted.

While enjoying himself, Fu Kun went into the hut to get his clothes, and threw a small bag in his hand onto Fu Yijie's table: "For you, it didn't have a pig in it, but a donkey in it."

Fu Yijie looked at it, and there were two chicken wings in a food bag, and a little gray donkey, which was a little bigger than a fist: "You carried the chicken wings into the toilet for half an hour?"

"Just hang it under our window, do you think your brother is stupid?"

"How many did you get?" Fu Yijie took out the chicken wings and gnawed on them.

"Seven, they were kicked out. I asked Sun Wei to sell them." Fu Kun took off his clothes and was shirtless. "I'm going to take a shower, are you going?"

Fu Yijie looked at him, and it took him a long time before he said, "No, I'll wash it later."

Fu Kun shook the towel and went out. Fu Yijie felt relieved for no reason, and lay down on the bed with the book in his arms, staring at the bedpost in a daze.

For some reason, he always felt a strange feeling when he saw Fu Kun these days, but he couldn't tell what it was about.

I just feel like I always want to lean on Fu Kun, or hug him, or just want to touch him. When he sees Fu Kun's naked body, he will suddenly feel a little out of breath, and his body feels numb as if blown by the wind. .

Occasionally, my heart would feel strangely tight.

Why this is, he hasn't figured it out yet, or rather, he hasn't had time to think about it.

Or...

Fu Yijie raised the "Shan Hai Jing" in his hand a little irritably, and stared at it.

On the blank page of the book, there is a line of words written by Xia Fei. Such words can often be seen in his books. They are not testimonials or reading notes. The sentences often have nothing to do with the content of the book.

When the sun came out, it rained.

Fu Yijie didn't know what Xia Fei's words meant and under what circumstances he wrote them. He stared at the words until Fu Kun came back from the shower with a towel on his head. Put down the book.

My hands are sore.

"You are not afraid of hitting your face when you read a book." Fu Kun was about to climb up to the upper bunk.

"You're not afraid of slipping out when you go to bed." Fu Yijie looked at him.

Fu Kun's injured right knee will hurt when it is bent, so now he can only drag the upper bunk and jump up with one left leg. You can hold me up."

"Sleep down." Fu Yijie got out of bed and crawled to the upper bunk.

Fu Kun stretched out his hand and pinched his waist: "I have learned to love your brother."

Fu Yijie quickly hunched his body, and suppressed a smile: "I have always loved you."

Fu Kun lay down on the lower bunk, and stretched his arms and legs: "Hey, we moved to a new house, so we don't have to climb up and down like this."

"You don't do your homework anymore?" Fu Yijie raised his head from the upper bunk and stared at him.

"Ah..." Fu Kun closed his eyes, "Sleepy... ah..."

Fu Yijie smashed the little gray donkey in his hand to Fu Kun's face, Fu Kun didn't even move his eyelids, and then he hummed twice before being silent.

Really fell asleep?

Fu Yijie leaned out and hung upside down on the upper bunk: "Brother."

Fu Kun didn't respond.

"You don't tickle me anymore?"

Fu Kun didn't move.

"Fu Kun," he called again in a low voice, "Xiao Kunkun?...Idiot?"

With this title, if Fu Kun pretended to be asleep, he would have to open his eyes and scold him now, but Fu Kun was still lying there motionless, it seemed that he was really asleep.

Fu Yijie didn't move, he just hung upside down and looked at Fu Kun quietly.

Fu Kun occasionally tossed and turned when he was restless in sleep, but most of the time, he slept very honestly, basically lying down in one position, and didn't change his clothes when he woke up.

This is an advantage, very suitable for people who rub small touches.

Fu Yijie stared at Fu Kun's slowly rising and falling chest. Fu Kun slept very deeply today, maybe he was tired from the fall...

After staring like this for an indeterminate amount of time, Fu Yijie suddenly felt that his nose was a little itchy, and just as he moved to touch it with his hand, a drop of water dripped from his nose.

Fu Yijie felt nauseous for a while. Why did the snot come out? It's a shame. Fortunately, it didn't drip on Fu Kun's face.

He rubbed his nose with his hands, and was about to get out of bed to get some paper to wipe, but when he looked down, he saw the blood on his hands.

Retribution!