Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Kun didn't answer the question about whether he was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts or not.

He loved reading comics and drawing since he was a child. Many of his classmates felt that he should be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts in the future. There were also two in his class who were preparing for the exam. This year, he has already hired a teacher to learn.

Fu Kun didn't feel it. Many years ago, when Fu Yijie first asked him if he would be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, he had already answered, and the answer has not changed much now.

What a fart, just for fun.

Fu Kun has always admitted that he is not expected to study, even if he is forced to pass the first and second exams, he is not the same as Fu Yijie.

Fu Yijie regards learning as fun and an active activity, but he is the kind who will never move unless he is forced to the point of no return.

Going to university, what major to study, he never thought about it at all. He just got here in the first and second year of high school. Just copy.

I have never cheated in the exam. I count as much as I can write, and hand in the paper if I can't write.

In this state, let alone whether you can be admitted to university, even if you are admitted, it is a waste of time and money.

Fu Kun didn't think about these things carefully before, but now that they are really in front of his eyes, he feels quite irritated.

The best way to relieve boredom when you are irritable is to call Sun Wei out for a walk, so he invites Sun Wei out to go shopping on weekends.

They usually go shopping on the street in the University City, where there are many stalls, food, clothing, accessories, gadgets, everything, and they sell it on an iron shelf or a piece of plastic sheeting. It is the busiest during the day on weekends. , usually in the evening, the venue ends at [-] o'clock, and many students come to visit.

"I'm ready for an internship," Sun Wei said cheerfully beside him, "In three months, I'll treat you to a big meal when I get paid."

"Where are you going to practice?" Fu Kun asked, looking at the clothes beside him.

"The repair shop arranged by the school." Sun Wei rested his arms on his shoulders, "Go to the repair shop first to learn, my uncle contacted me a place that specializes in repairs, small car beauty and so on. This thing is now There are few people who do it, and there is a shortage of people, so I will go after graduation.”

"Very good." Fu Kun nodded.

"Do you know who I saw on the street two days ago?" Sun Wei said suddenly.

"Who? Senior brother?"

"Wang Zhiqiang!" Sun Wei said with a serious face, "I heard that he went out of town. I don't know what he was doing. Anyway, he is back now. Damn, now this kid doesn't look like a good person."

"He didn't look like a good person." Fu Kun smiled.

"Do you know who he is with!"

"do not know."

"Zhang Kexin! Didn't expect that!"

"I didn't expect that." Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, this really surprised him, the two of them got together in the end.

"I ran away as soon as I saw them that day. He didn't move when you blew his nose off. Anyway, I don't think he's the kind of person who can just let it go. Be careful."

"Ah."

"What did you bring me here to buy today?" Sun Wei patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the front, "The legs are good."

"Buy a few pairs of pants for my brother. This kid has grown up and his pants are all short. My parents are too busy to take care of him." Fu Kun followed Sun Wei's hand and looked forward, " Very long."

The two saw a stall selling trousers, and Sun Wei went over to have a look: "You give me two for my staff, and I'll wear the ones you picked that look more handsome."

As soon as Fu Kun touched his pants, he felt his leg was hit from behind. He quickly turned his head and saw a five or six-year-old boy standing behind him.

"I'm sorry." The little boy looked up at him.

"It's okay," Fu Kun smiled at him, the child's round face reminded him of Fu Yijie's childhood, he looked around, "Where are your parents?"

Just as the child was about to speak, a voice came from the stall next to him: "Cheng Cheng! Don't run around! 15 for one piece, 25 for two pieces, my sister, this T-shirt is definitely good-looking. It's exported to domestic sales. The quality is good. Don't worry. I can't fit it, the size is too big!"

Fu Kun felt that the voice sounded familiar, and the child smiled at him with dimples on his face: "My mother sells clothes."

Fu Kun took the child's hand and turned to the nearby clothes stall. After seeing the stall owner who was collecting money, he was a little surprised: "Sister Qingqing?"

As soon as Cheng Qingqing looked up and saw him, she immediately smiled: "Yo Kunzi, where are you going shopping?"

"Well," Fu Kun pulled the child to her side, "Your son?"

"My son, Cheng Cheng," Cheng Qingqing pinched the child's face, "Uncle."

"Hello, Uncle." Cheng Cheng raised his head and called him in a loud voice.

"Okay, okay..." Fu Kun was called uncle for the first time, and he didn't recover for a long time, but Cheng Qingqing's son was right to call him uncle.

"Sister Qingqing!" Sun Wei also came over, and immediately shouted when he saw the savior, "What a coincidence!"

"Come here and chat with me for a while." Cheng Qingqing brought the two bundles of clothes in plastic bags on the ground to the two of them, and then touched Cheng Cheng's head, "Go and watch, Mom, rest for a while."

"Yeah." Cheng Cheng nodded and squatted beside the stall.

"Can he do it?" Fu Kun sat down on a bundle of clothes and looked at Cheng Cheng. Fu Yijie didn't even talk to him when he was his age, so this little guy can keep the stall?

"You can be patient," Cheng Qingqing smiled, "You can slip your tongue."

"Didn't my dad say that you work in the bus company?" Fu Kun was a little strange. Before, he heard from his dad that Cheng Qingqing was a contract worker in the bus company.

"It's on, conductor," Cheng Qingqing smiled, "The little one is going to school, so the salary is not enough."

"Can I make money here?" Fu Kun asked.

"It's okay, it's a little more than the salary." Cheng Qingqing took out some money from the small bag hanging on his waist, and kicked Cheng Cheng's ass, "My dear son, go and buy two bottles of ice water for your two uncles." Come."

"What do you drink, uncle?" Cheng Cheng immediately stood up and took the money.

"No, no, we're not thirsty..." Fu Kun and Sun Wei waved their hands together.

"Drink, it's such a hot day." Cheng Cheng covered his eyes with his hands and looked up at the sky, "If you two drink, I can drink a bottle too."

Fu Kun looked at the two dimples on his face that would be revealed when he smiled, and his heart felt limp as if he had grown hair: "Then buy us a bottle of Coke."

"Well, wait." Cheng Cheng nodded, turned around and ran to the cold drink stand.

When he came back, he was holding four bottles of Coke in his arms. After giving them the Coke, Cheng Cheng turned around and squatted by the stall, drinking and introducing clothes to others: "This one is selling well, and pretty sisters love to buy it." Such."

Fu Kun chatted with Cheng Qingqing for almost half an hour, and inquired about setting up a stall for a long time.

"Kunzi, do you also want to show off?" Cheng Qingqing asked him with a smile.

"Well, I'll be fine on weekends and after school," Fu Kun laughed aloud, "but I still have to think about it."

"Think about it," Cheng Qingqing didn't ask him the reason, just bowed his head and took out a business card and handed it to him, "There is my pager number here, if you have anything you don't understand, just call me. Pay a management fee, and you have to occupy the land yourself, if you want to come at that time, I will tell you where to buy the goods."

Fu Kun returned home with the clothes he bought for Fu Yijie, and his mother was telling Fu Yijie that she had to accompany her grandma for an operation: "I'll leave the meal money to your brother, your father When you come back late at night, you and your brothers will go out to eat..."

"You don't need to keep money, I have it here." Fu Kun patted his pocket.

"The rich man," my mother came over with a smile and patted his face, "What did you buy?"

"I bought some clothes for Yiqiuer." Fu Kun threw the bag to Fu Yijie, "Go and try."

"Ouch," my mother yelled, a little embarrassed, "I didn't even think about buying clothes for my second baby!"

"Isn't grandma busy with something right now?" Fu Kun immediately put on a horse stance and waved his arms, "Everything is up to me."

Fu Yijie tried on the clothes that Fu Kun bought for him one by one, and they all fit and looked good. Even if his mother took Fu Yijie's usual clothes out to buy them, it was Fu Kun who decided what color to wear. How to match it is Fu Kun's final decision.

He is also willing to listen to Fu Kun, and he looks good in the clothes Fu Kun chose for him.

"Little cutie has become a handsome guy, I'm really emotional," Fu Kun entered the room, stood behind him, and looked in the mirror with him, "How is it? Do you like it?"

"I like it." Fu Yijie nodded, "Brother, I have grown taller. I used to stand behind me and I couldn't cover your face."

"Yes, now I can see my affectionate eyes and straight nose." Fu Kun rubbed his hair, "It's inconvenient to hold on to long hair."

"Is grandma's operation a major one?" Fu Yijie asked suddenly.

"It's not small, but the doctor often performs this operation, and there will be no problems. Mom said that after the operation, grandma will be the same as before, and she can go out to pick mushrooms with those old ladies." Fu Kun said with a smile, but in his heart Muttering about borrowing money at home.

"Don't pick it up, didn't the mushrooms you picked up last year eat up my second uncle and grandpa and send them to the hospital."

Fu Kun was delighted when he heard it: "I heard that no one will eat it now, just leave it there to watch."

After his mother asked for leave to accompany his grandma, Fu Yijie felt that Fu Kun seemed to be left alone, and started running out every night after dinner. When his father asked him why he was going, he said to go out with Sun Wei. Not to mention Gou Sheng, who is outside all day on weekends.

Grandma's operation was successfully completed and she was discharged from the hospital. After her mother returned home, Fu Kun still had this kind of virtue, and Fu Kun would get a little impatient if she asked too many questions.

When Dad was worried that he would have to make up the final exam, he threw a sentence: "Guaranteed to pass all of them."

Mom had no choice but to secretly ask Fu Yijie: "Is your brother in love?"

Fu Yijie's heart twitched violently, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to see any girls in Fu Kun together, he shook his head: "Probably not."

"Then what's the matter with your brother who is away from home all day long for the exam, and still has a face full of who deserves 10 yuan when he asks?" Mom frowned.

"I don't know." Fu Yijie also frowned. During this period of time, Fu Kun didn't pay him much attention, and he fell asleep at night. He always felt uneasy, and always wondered if Fu Kun had discovered that he was "perverted". I don't want to take care of myself anymore.

"Menopause?" My mother analyzed.

"...That's the rebellious period, right?" Fu Yijie was stunned, "Shouldn't the rebellious period be my age? He's already a sophomore in high school, maybe later?"

"Too."

During the final exam, there was indeed no red letter on Fu Kun's report card, and all of them passed. Although all the scores were only in the [-]s and [-]s, it was considered as what was promised.

Fu Yijie's report card is much more beautiful, he has always maintained the top three grades in his grade.

"We have to make up lessons during the summer vacation," Fu Kun said while pawing the rice grains in the bowl, "make up lessons all day long, and have self-study at night."

In order to maintain the leading position in the enrollment rate, No. [-] Middle School always starts supplementary classes during the summer vacation.

"Does Yijie also need to make up lessons?" Dad asked Fu Yijie.

"Well, but we have less time for make-up classes in the second year of junior high school." Fu Yijie buried himself in his meal.

"Don't just eat," Fu Kun took a piece of meat and threw it into his bowl, "Have you grown taller again? Why do I think you are about as tall as me?"

"I didn't pay attention." Fu Yijie lowered his head, and when he stuffed the meat into his mouth, a nerve that had been tense for a long time suddenly relaxed.

He has grown taller again, he measured it himself, two centimeters, he didn't expect Fu Kun to notice it in this state recently.

He almost wanted to jump over and bite Fu Kun's face.

The whole family seems to be very busy this summer vacation.

Fu Yijie and Fu Kun have to make up lessons every day, because the class time is different, they can't go home together after class now, Fu Kun has to study by himself at night, and he doesn't come back until after nine o'clock.

My mother is also busy. She used to be an accountant, and now she often comes back with the account book to help others at home.

Even his father, who drank tea after work every day, got busy. Fu Yijie found that as long as he worked in the morning, his father would go out at night and come back at dawn.

"Why are you going out at night, Dad?" Fu Yijie lay beside Fu Kun and asked before Fu Kun fell asleep. Now Fu Kun always falls asleep after lying down for a few minutes. If he doesn't hurry up and talk, he can fall asleep in a while It's like a dead pig.

"Open the night shift for rent."

"Why? Is this too tiring?"

"Get some side jobs, he won't go out at night if he works in the afternoon," Fu Kun frowned, "Everyone wants to make more money now."

Fu Yijie didn't speak any more, and Fu Kun also lost his voice. After a while, his breathing slowed down and he fell asleep.

Fu Yijie leaned against him, put his hand on his belly, rising and falling with his breathing.

After more than half a month of this boring and unchanging summer vacation, the steady rhythm was suddenly disrupted.

When Fu Yijie finished making up his lessons and walked out of the school, the high school hadn't finished yet, so he ran into Fu Kun's class teacher, Mr. Huang, at the door.

"Fu Yijie," Teacher Huang stopped him, "I just wanted to find you."

"Hello, Teacher Huang," Fu Yijie said hello, "What's the matter?"

"Is your brother better?" Teacher Huang asked, "I asked for ten days off, and now the time has passed. I can't get through to your new phone number."

Fu Yijie was stunned, sick?New phone number?What are these?

"Huh?" Teacher Huang seemed to have noticed something, "You don't know?"

"I know," Fu Yijie quickly smiled, his mind was in a mess and he had to quickly find an excuse to make things right for Fu Kun, "I thought he renewed his leave note, it's still not good, it might take a few days."

"I usually think he's in good health. It's probably because it's hot. You can make up a note for him tomorrow. Why can't you get through your phone?" Teacher Huang looked at Fu Yijie and didn't have any doubts about what he said. A good student, the teachers in the junior high school have always been full of praise for him.

"It's malfunctioning, and it's been several days since I reported it for repair, but no one has been arranged to fix it yet."

Fu Yijie replied that the phone at home had broken down once before, so it happened to be used to make up nonsense.

During the walk home from school, Fu Yijie couldn't describe his feelings at all.

For such a long time, Fu Kun went to school every day, came home after school, went to evening self-study, and went home from self-study the next night. Everything seemed very normal, and he fell asleep every day when he was so tired that he really looked like he was studying hard. look!

result!He is neither at home!Not at school either!

Where did you go?What are you doing!

When Fu Yijie came home, he was taken aback when he saw the angry expression on his face in the full-length mirror next to the shoe cabinet.

He rubbed his face in the mirror, smiled again, and then changed his shoes and entered the room.

Before eating, Fu Kun came back with a tired face. He dropped his schoolbag and ran into the bathroom. After taking a shower, he looked the same as usual when he came out.

"Tired?" Fu Yijie asked him.

"Well," Fu Kun took out a box of chocolates from his school bag and threw it in front of him, "Eat it during review at night, to replenish energy, make up lessons and grow taller, it seems that you have lost weight during this period."

Fu Yijie lost more than half of the fire in his stomach in an instant. He stared at the chocolate in front of him and didn't know what to say. It took him a long time before he said, "I lost weight?"

"You're thinner." Fu Kun squeezed his shoulder, "A few days ago, when I pinched your shoulder, it felt like I was pinching a bone."

"The ones that can't pinch the bones are boneless chicken feet," my mother said with a smile, and suddenly shouted again, "I really want to eat it!"

"Here." Fu Kun took Fu Yijie's hand and handed it to his mother.

The mother lowered her head and took a bite of Fu Yijie's hand: "Not bad, my youngest son is white and tender."

After eating today, it was Fu Kun's turn to wash the dishes. Fu Yijie looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for Fu Kun's "evening self-study". He went into the room and took out his schoolbag: "Mom, I'll go Our teacher Peng asked questions."

"Ah, go ahead and let your brother see you off." My mother checked the time with the ledger.

"No, it's not far away, I'm going for a walk," Fu Yijie said while changing his shoes, "Dad, help me take a walk."

"Okay." Dad replied.

When Fu Kun chased him out with dish soap in one hand, Fu Yijie had already closed the door and left. He was stunned: "Running so fast, I told him to send him away."

"Clean up and go to study at night." Mom waved.

Fu Kun went out on time, and rode his bike to Sun Wei's house first, riding like flying along the way.

Sun Wei was already waiting for him downstairs on his bicycle, and there was a big box behind the bicycle.

"Let me practice with you today," Sun Wei patted the box, "Sun Xiao and I quarreled again, and I was kicked out by her."

Fu Kun was happy, and glanced upstairs: "Okay, let's go."

Fu Kun couldn't go to the night market to occupy the space in advance, usually Cheng Qingqing arrived first, and then used bricks to help him occupy a space.

He and Sun Wei had just finished laying out the plastic sheeting, when Cheng Chengcheng came over and helped them put the goods in the boxes on the plastic sheeting, this happened every day, the little guy was very diligent.

When Fu Kun started to set up a stall, he didn't have much money on hand, so according to Cheng Qingqing's instructions, he bought some gadgets that girls like, such as hair clips, small mirrors, bracelets, etc., at the wholesale market in the eastern suburbs.

Many students who go out for a walk at night are willing to buy things in the night market. Every time Fu Kun goes to batch goods, he doesn't buy too much. He only picks what he thinks is more distinctive. It's not bad, and it's more profitable than selling dolls with him.

After the goods were neatly arranged, Fu Kun and Sun Wei took a brick and sat on the ground, and began to wait. Usually, after seven o'clock, there would be more people.

When no one is around, he usually plays with Cheng Cheng.

"Uncle," Cheng Cheng sat cross-legged beside him and raised his hands in front of his eyes, "Can you draw watches?"

"Yes," Fu Kun squeezed his wrist, "Do you want to wear a watch?"

"En." Cheng Cheng nodded.

Fu Kun took out a highlighter from his schoolbag, and drew a watch on his wrist. When he drew it, he felt like he hadn't seen it for a long time. In the past, he always used to draw things on Fu Yijie's hand.

Cheng Cheng was very satisfied with the watch he drew, and kept looking down. Fu Kun thought for a while: "Let me draw another one for you. What kind of animal do you like?"

"Duck." Cheng Cheng said without thinking.

"Ah?" Fu Kun was taken aback, he thought that children should like kittens, dogs, and rabbits.

But he still picked up the pen and drew a fat duck on the back of Cheng Cheng's hand.

Half an hour later, the number of people visiting the night market increased, and people began to visit his stall. They were all students, basically girls. Sun Wei sat on the side and watched happily.

After selling the two small mirrors, Sun Wei said: "It's a good job, it's all girls."

"Don't stare at people like an old bachelor, you will be scared away in a while." Fu Kun squinted at him.

"Boss, let me have a look at that chain." A few girls squatted down in front of the stall, pointing to a bracelet at Fu Kun's feet.

"Here." Cheng Cheng quickly picked up the bracelet and handed it over.

A little girl picked it up and looked down. The other girl stared at Cheng Cheng's hand for a long time, pointed to the fluorescent duck on the back of his hand and asked, "Little friend, did you draw this yourself?"

"My uncle drew it." Cheng Cheng pointed to Fu Kun proudly.

"Ah, very cute..." She turned her head and whispered something to the little girl next to her, then turned her head to look at Fu Kun, "Can you draw anything else?"

Fu Kun smiled: "Yes."

"Can roses?" asked the little girl.

"meeting."

"Can little mice draw?" Another little girl asked.

"Yes," Fu Kun turned the highlighter in his hand, "I can do anything."

"Draw a rose for me, will you?" The little girl stretched out her hand in front of him.

Fu Kun didn't say anything, took her hand, pulled out the pen with his teeth on the cap, lowered his head and drew a rose on the back of her hand: "Is that okay?"

"Ah, it's so pretty." The little girl shook her hand.

"Help me draw a mouse!" Another little girl immediately extended her hand after seeing it.

Fu Kun drew a mouse for her, and then drew a round-faced doll and a parasol for the other two.

The little girls were very satisfied with the small fluorescent paintings in their hands, and they dangled to look at them: "Thank you."

"No thanks," Fu Kun put down his pen and smiled, "Did you buy the chain?"

"Okay!" The little girl picking the chain nodded bluntly, and bought the bracelet without paying back the price.

"Damn, you can really take advantage." Sun Wei expressed his envy to Fu Kun for pinching the hands of several girls one by one and selling a bracelet by the way.

"Tomorrow, I'll go buy a box of highlighter pens in more than a dozen colors." Fu Kun looked at the pen in his hand.

"what?"

"Draw one when I buy something. The little girl seems to like this." Fu Kun bit the tip of the pen, "How about it?"

"I think it will work!" Sun Wei gave him a push, "Your brain is quite good."

"A little more pleats than you."

The two of them were enjoying themselves, and someone walked up to the stall, but Fu Kun didn't look up. This person was wearing a pair of men's running shoes, and his trousers were still stained with mud. He was about to see what was going on with this guy. , The voice of this person came from above.

"Fu Kun, you are awesome."