Zhu Mu Lang Ma

It's not difficult to find a hooligan like Wang Zhiqiang who came back from other places for a few years. Wang Zhiqiang didn't intend to "be good". It can be seen from his troubles with Fu Kun that he is warming up for himself to "fight the world".

Fu Yijie found Wang Zhiqiang in a game hall without much effort.

Wang Zhiqiang didn't know him. To Wang Zhiqiang, Fu Kun's younger brother was just a child who was robbed of money by his gang many years ago and left silently after tearing up his books.

After following for a few days, Fu Yijie knew where he lived.

I also know that the few people who hang out with Wang Zhiqiang call Wang Zhiqiang Brother Bao in private.

Fu Yijie was very disdainful of Wang Zhiqiang giving him such a stage name that couldn't be compared with him.

After knowing where Wang Zhiqiang lived and the general routine of his life at night, Fu Yijie didn't act like before. He suffered a loss once, and he couldn't do the same thing again.

He waited patiently for more than half a month, and Wang Zhiqiang's group dispatched again and found trouble with Tang Jun, the former No. [-] Middle School boss. Only then did he have a suitable opportunity.

Fu Yijie's kick to the door was quite strong. When he was training in the gymnasium, his kick could knock over the person holding the target for him.

This kick landed firmly on Wang Zhiqiang's face.

Fu Yijie heard the sound of Wang Zhiqiang hitting the chair when he fell in the room. He entered the door and closed the door with his backhand. Before Wang Zhiqiang, who was covering his face, got up straight, he kicked the inside of his knee.

Wang Zhiqiang swayed and knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Yijie raised his leg and slammed it on Wang Zhiqiang's shoulder. Wang Zhiqiang lay on the floor without even shaking this time.

"Who..." He struggled to support himself, and touched the knife on his waist with his left hand.

Fu Yijie didn't give him a chance to touch the knife, so he knocked down on his waist with his knee, and then lifted his left arm up. Wang Zhiqiang's face was pressed against the floor and he let out a scream. softened down.

Wang Zhiqiang was pressed on the ground with his knees against his waist, gasping for a few times and struggling to remember, Fu Yijie simply stepped on his right wrist with his other leg, grabbed his hand and twisted it , Wang Zhiqiang only felt a piercing pain, and his right hand couldn't move in the severe pain.

Fu Yijie grabbed his hair and threw it to the ground again, but this time he didn't use too much force and didn't let his nose touch the ground.

"...fuck," Wang Zhiqiang was thrown into a dizzy state, the bandage on his nose was soaked with blood, and the corners of his eyes were bloodied. He tried hard to turn his head to look, and within 2 minutes his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his whole body was in pain. Who is the person who can barely speak, but is pressed to the ground and cannot move, "Dude, speak up if you have something to say."

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound, reached out and pulled out the knife from his waist, and patted him on the face.

Wang Zhiqiang's whole body froze, and then he roared: "Who the hell are you! I have to die to make me understand!"

"Shut up." Fu Yijie said with a suppressed voice.

Wang Zhiqiang lost his voice. The purposely lowered and hoarse voice came out vaguely through something. He couldn't recognize who it was, and he couldn't find anything similar in his memory.

Fu Kun?Fu Kun was still wearing a splint, and none of his friends had such ability.

...Tang Jun?

Wang Zhiqiang felt that his head started to hurt, as if it was going to explode, his knees were so painful that he couldn't feel it, his shoulders and wrists seemed to be poked with a knife, and his nose... nose!

Fu Yijie straightened the fingers of his right hand, which was still under his feet, straightened one by one, took the knife and stabbed it into the gap between his fingers, and the knife stuck to his ring finger and pierced into the dilapidated wooden floor below.

Although Wang Zhiqiang's hand couldn't move anymore, the feeling was still there. The feeling of the knife touching his fingers was very clear. He turned his head with difficulty: "Dude..."

Fu Yijie ignored him, pulled out the knife, and stuck it between his fingers again, and then began to stab back and forth between his fingers seriously, at a faster and faster speed.

Wang Zhiqiang also loves to play like this, which is an essential skill for pretending to be cool and handsome, but now he is so tormented by this kind of behavior that does not hurt at all but makes people break out in cold sweat. Roared: "Give it a good time!"

Without any pause, Fu Yijie covered Wang Zhiqiang's mouth with his left hand, raised the knife in his right hand, stabbed it down, and the knife penetrated into the floor next to Wang Zhiqiang's hand.

He let go of the handle of the knife, and pinched the back of Wang Zhiqiang's hand with his fingers.

Wang Zhiqiang let out a scream and was covered in his mouth.

When he saw clearly that the knife was not stuck in his hand, he let out another roar full of grief and indignation.

When Fu Yijie let go of Wang Zhiqiang's grip and stood up, Wang Zhiqiang writhed painfully on the floor, gritted his teeth and wanted to look up at him.

"When you trouble someone in the future, first find out how capable you are, Brother Bao." Fu Yijie's hat was pulled down very low, and with a mask on, his entire face was hidden in the darkness.

After saying this, he opened the door and walked out.

Wang Zhiqiang’s injuries were not fatal, they were all fractures and dislocations, but the pain and shock and the feeling of not being able to figure out who did it are enough for someone like Wang Zhiqiang who has little ability and can only rely on shady tricks to experience it for a while .

Fu Yijie's plan was not complicated. Apart from preventing Wang Zhiqiang from relating these matters to Fu Kun again, he beat him so that even if he thought it was Fu Kun's fault, he would not dare to trouble Fu Kun again.

Fu Yijie took the schoolbag thrown outside Wang Zhiqiang's house, returned to the parking lot, took out the electronic watch Fu Kun bought for him, and checked the time. It was just after eight o'clock.

He didn't leave directly, and walked around a few rows of buildings, found a shovel next to a garbage dump, took it back to the car, put it against the wall, and then sat on the back seat of the car.

There was only one street lamp around the old building that was working tenaciously. Occasionally, one or two people who came out for a walk would go out to the path beside the lamp. Fu Yijie, who stayed in the dark, did not attract anyone's attention.

20 minutes later the man walking slowly from the other side of the road passed him without even seeing anyone here.

This man's name is Ma Hou'er, Wang Zhiqiang's new younger brother, and he would come to Wang Zhiqiang's place after eight o'clock every day to flatter, tease, and smoke a few cigarettes.

On the day Wang Zhiqiang and Fu Kun "one-on-one", he was praised by Wang Zhiqiang for actively hitting bricks behind his back, so he made persistent efforts and gave Tang Jun a stick from behind when he surrounded Tang Jun.

Thinking of his military exploits during this period, Ma Hou'er couldn't help but whistle a few times, so proud that he was startled by the sound of light footsteps behind him.

He looked back, and there was a black figure about ten steps away from him. The light was not enough to see who it was, only a vague outline. He suddenly felt a little cold sweat, and turned to the row where Wang Zhiqiang lived. Lou quickened his pace.

After walking a few steps, he heard a sound similar to that of iron being dragged on the ground behind him. The sound followed him not too far away. He didn't walk a few steps before he was a little bit agitated by the strange sound in the darkness. The child is weak.

This man is looking for trouble!Ma Houer still made a completely meaningless judgment in time while frightened.

You can't take this man to Brother Leopard!This is the second judgment made by Ma Houer, and he himself feels quite fearless.

Ma Houer took out the switchblade in his pocket, turned a corner in front of the fourth row of buildings, walked a few steps faster, turned around suddenly, and the switchblade in his hand popped out.

At this time, we must preemptive strikes!When he turned around, he only stayed in place for a short time before suddenly pounced on the person behind him.

The man also stopped, but didn't move, just raised his hand suddenly after he approached.

When Ma Houer saw clearly that the man was holding a shovel, he had already rushed into the range of the shovel, and then felt a cool wind.

The shovel was wrapped in the wind and slapped him on the left side of the face.

Fu Yijie didn't use all his strength with the shovel, but Ma Houer couldn't control his pace because he charged too hard, and was knocked down to the ground by the sudden external force from the side.

Fu Yijie walked over, and before Ma Houer got up from the ground, he stepped on his right hand that was still holding the switchblade, and then kicked him in the ribs.

Ma Hou'er's body immediately bowed into a ball, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Fu Yijie moved away from the foot that was stepping on him, threw the shovel in his hand on him, turned and left.

When Fu Yijie returned downstairs to his house, it was not ten o'clock, which was about the same time as he usually said he would go back to the teacher's house.

As he ran upstairs, he changed back the clothes he wore when he went out.

When I entered the door, my mother was lying on the sofa watching TV, and my father was squatting next to the sofa and beating her legs.

"Second baby is back, are you tired?" Mom saw him and waved, "Come, enjoy the treatment of a slave owner!"

Fu Yijie smiled: "I won't occupy your dedicated slave, I'm going to take a shower, it's too hot."

Fu Yijie came out of the shower and went into the house, leaving the living room to the world of the slave owner and the slave.

When he entered the room, he saw Fu Kun sitting in front of the table with his back facing him, but he didn't move. After a closer look, he found that Fu Kun had fallen asleep with his face on the book.

"Brother..." Fu Yijie wanted to wake him up, but he hesitated for a moment and then put down his hand.

He walked behind Fu Kun, bent down and hugged him carefully, put his face on his back and closed his eyes.

Fu Kun's heartbeat made him feel very comfortable.

I don't know how long I stayed bent like this. When Fu Yijie felt that his waist was a little sore, Fu Kun moved: "Baby, is it because I haven't carried you for a long time, is it enjoyable?"

Fu Yijie smiled, let go of his arms and moved a bit: "Can you still move your back?"

"Then why can't you carry it? You think I can't carry it when I grow up? Besides, you haven't grown much." Fu Kun gritted his teeth at him.

"Where's the tape measure? Measure?" Fu Yijie leaned against the wall and hugged his arms.

"Hey, it's a challenge!" Fu Kun stood up, hooked the drawer under the desk with his feet, "Take it out and measure it."

Under Fu Kun's supervision, Fu Yijie put a book on top of his head and poked a point with a pen.

The number shown on the tape measure is 176.1.

Fu Kun stared at the numbers for a while, then turned his face to look at the top of Fu Yijie's head, and raised his chin: "No."

So Fu Yijie stood against the wall again, and compared it with a book: "Can I do it this time?"

"Okay." Fu Kun nodded.

Fu Yijie poked another dot next to the bottom of the book. After the book was removed, Fu Kun found that the dot this time was actually on top of the previous one.

"Damn!" Fu Kun yelled in a low voice, and after staring at Fu Yijie for the measurement, he continued to yell, "Damn!"

Fu Yijie smiled, took out an English book from his schoolbag and lay down on the tatami: "Don't forget what you said before."

"Remember," Fu Kun sat back on the chair, rested his chin on the table to read, "Just don't mess with me, why don't you take off your clothes and run twice from the first floor to the seventh floor?"

"That's too wasteful," Fu Yijie turned on the lamp on the tatami, "I will take good advantage of such a rare opportunity."

In the last few days before the exam, Fu Yijie stopped staring at Fu Kun to review, and he didn't read much anymore. The two of them went to bed early every day. Every time Fu Yijie rubbed Fu Kun's underpants for less than 10 minutes, he could He heard Fu Kun's soft snoring after falling asleep.

He didn't sleep as well as Fu Kun, especially after Fu Kun was injured.

The injury on the shoulder healed very slowly. Although Fu Kun tried his best to keep his arm still, the recovery was still very slow. It is estimated that it would be impossible to remove the fixed plaster before the college entrance examination.

Fu Yijie's senior high school entrance examination went well, and he performed normally. He didn't feel like the examination was over. He even left the examination room ahead of schedule for the last subject, and accompanied Fu Kun to the hospital to change his medicine.

But when the college entrance examination started in July, he was so nervous that he suffered from insomnia the day before the college entrance examination. Although he didn't have any hope for Fu Kun's exam, and Fu Kun volunteered to fill in only ordinary colleges that couldn't be more ordinary, he still couldn't figure it out. tense.

Accompanying Fu Kun to the examination room the next day, he stood outside the gate and couldn't help but kept bouncing lightly on the spot.

"What are you doing?" Fu Kun bit the admission ticket in his mouth, and took out the pencil case and water from his schoolbag.

"I don't know," Fu Yijie was still jumping, "Have you got all the things?"

"Well," Fu Kun glanced at him, "Stop jumping, it makes me dizzy."

"Brother," Fu Yijie paused for two seconds, then started jumping again, "Hold your test admission ticket, put it in your mouth for a while, and then eat after getting nervous..."

"No, it's not delicious. Who like you has eaten lunch paper when you were young?" Fu Kun was a little helpless, "Fu a bit, are you okay?"

"Come in, I'll wait for you here." Fu Yijie pushed him.

When the bell for the start of the exam rang in the exam room, Fu Yijie, who was squatting in the shade of a tree by the side of the road, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his previous nervousness disappeared instantly.

He got up and walked into a bakery on the side of the road behind him, resigned to his fate.

As long as Fu Kun does his best.

After Fu Kun came out of the examination room, Fu Yijie didn't ask him how he did in the exam, and Fu Kun couldn't see how he did in the exam, he just said: "I don't have time to check after writing."

"It's okay, the first judgment is the most accurate." Fu Yijie said.

Mom and Dad rushed home after work, cooked a large table of dishes as usual, and no one in the family mentioned the exam, except that the dishes on the table were as rich as the holidays, everything else was the same as usual .

After three days of the college entrance examination, Fu Kun slept at home all day long.

Fu Kun's estimated grades were not ideal, and he could barely pass the junior college level. He didn't mention this, but just dragged Fu Yijie to play hard for a few days.

Fu Yijie hadn't stayed with him like this for a long time, so he didn't mention anything, just followed Fu Kunman around the street.

When the results were coming out, Fu Kun's arms and shoulders could finally be removed from the immobilization.

When Fu Yijie followed him home from the hospital, he suddenly felt that Fu Kun was different from the previous few days, and he was quite silent all the way.

After dinner in the evening, when the whole family was watching TV in the living room, Fu Kun suddenly stood up, walked to the middle of the living room and stood down.

"Speech?" Mom waved at him.

"There's something I want to talk about." Fu Kun bit his lip and frowned.

"About the college entrance examination?" Dad asked on the sidelines.

"...Well," Fu Kun nodded, "The results are about to come out, I have something to tell you first."

"Let's talk." Dad nodded seriously.

"That..." Fu Kun hesitated for a moment, ran back to the house and rummaged through his schoolbag for a long time, took out a passbook, and handed it to his parents, "Look at this first."

My mother glanced at him, lowered her head, and opened the passbook. When she turned to the end, she was stunned when she saw the numbers on the passbook, then raised her head and looked at him with wide eyes: "Thirty thousand! Where did you get so much money? "

Fu Kun rubbed his nose and sat on the chair next to him: "I'm going to set up a stall."

"Set up a stall?" Dad was quite surprised, and turned to look at Fu Yijie, "Your brother went to set up a stall?"

"Ah, yes." Fu Yijie covered his face with his hands in reply.

"When did you set it up? How did you know how to set up a stall? When did you set it up? Where is it?" My mother asked a series of questions while pinching her passbook.

"It's just... last year, the summer vacation started," Fu Kun lowered his head, and said with some difficulty, "Use the time for make-up classes."

"You're crazy!" Mom jumped up and slapped him on the head, "If you don't study, go set up a stall! There's something wrong with you!"

Fu Kun didn't move, but still lowered his head. Seeing that he was silent, his mother rushed over and slapped him on the back: "Why are you so uneasy! What do you mean by that!"

Fu Yijie also jumped up, hugged his mother, and pulled her away: "Mom, Mom, don't worry, let my brother finish talking."

"And you!" Mom stomped on Fu Yijie's feet, "It's such a big deal! You actually helped him hide it from us!"

Fu Yijie was barefoot, and his mother's foot stomped him so much that he almost cried out, but he gritted his teeth and hugged his mother without daring to let go: "Listen to my brother's thoughts, okay?"

"Listen to him," said the father who had been silent all this time, "he is not a child anymore, and it is impossible for him to follow us in everything."

Mom didn't speak, she stared at Fu Kun and gasped for breath.

Fu Yijie pulled his mother back to the sofa, pressed her shoulders and made her sit down.

"Okay, tell me," my mother pointed to Fu Kun, "I'll hear what great ideas you have."

Fu Kun bowed his head in silence for a long time before raising his head, his voice was very firm: "Dad, Mom, this is not something I did on the spur of the moment. It's been a year. I didn't just sit around this year. I've been thinking about it for a year. If It’s just a joke, I gave up a long time ago.”

"Say it straight." Mom looked at him.

"I don't want to go to college," Fu Kun said bluntly, "I'm not interested in studying. Instead of forcing myself to do things I'm not interested in, it's better to do things I'm willing to work hard to think about."

"Setting up a street stall?" Mom patted her chest with her hands, "Is setting up a street stall something you would like to do?"

Fu Kun frowned, picked up the cup and took a sip of water: "Can I still set up a street stall for the rest of my life? When I started to set up a stall last year, I only had 420 yuan in total."

No one spoke, everyone was silent, Fu Kun stood up, walked in front of his mother, and flicked the passbook with his fingers: "How much is this money divided into each month?"

"I can't figure it out, I forget how much one plus one is." My mother replied.

"It's much higher than the monthly salary of the two of us," Dad took a look at the passbook, "So your idea is that you don't go to college anymore and start a business, right?"

"Yeah." Fu Kun was very grateful to his father for using the three words "doing business".

"Did you make this decision because of the current situation at home?" Dad stared at him, "The money is tight at home, so I probably can't hide it from you."

"No, if there was no such thing, I would at best finish college and make the same decision when I came out." Fu Kun sat back on the chair and tapped his forehead lightly, "I'm not material for studying, you all Know."

"Yijie," my mother suddenly sat up straight and grabbed Fu Yijie's hand, "You don't want to study like your brother, do you?"

"I haven't." Fu Yijie patted his mother's hand, "I will study hard and get into a good school."

"Dad, Mom," Fu Kun looked at his parents, "Trust me once, I know it."