Zhu Mu Lang Ma

After Fu Yijie and Lu Chunxiao "broke up", Fu Kun immediately felt comfortable all over, and closed the stall a few days in advance to give him a holiday.

During the Chinese New Year, he bought a bunch of things for his family. He replaced all the electrical appliances that he hadn’t replaced when he moved here. My mother was very distressed. When the refrigerator was dragged away by the trash, she stood on the balcony and watched. The green snowflake refrigerator said goodbye.

"It's not bad," my mother said, "You said you didn't earn a fortune as a nouveau riche, and your style is quite explosive."

"When it starts up at night, it makes a noise with the generator, which can be heard downstairs, and I got up several times in the middle of the night to unplug it," Fu Kun put his arms around his mother's shoulder, and stuffed a bank card into her hand. Li, "Mom, you have the money, you should pay it back, let's try to clear all the foreign debts this year."

"You can just keep it for yourself. I don't know how to use such a high-end card." Mom patted his hand, "It's not easy for you to earn some money, save it, don't you still want to expand your business?"

"Don't worry about it, I didn't give you all." Fu Kun smiled.

This year's harvest is not bad, but because the market will undergo major adjustments after the end of the year, all the original stalls facing the street will be placed in the market building, and the rent management fee and sanitation fee will increase a lot. In addition to the money saved by the family and quietly to Fu Yijie, Fu Kun also set aside a part.

When Fu Kun and Fu Yijie were free, they went to the market to have a look. The four-story building had been renovated, and a big signboard was erected, Datong Clothing City.

It's the Chinese New Year now, and it's very lively with people coming and going.

"Why is it called such a name?" Fu Yijie looked up at the signboard, clutching his stomach, "It's still Datong, just looking at it makes me want to have diarrhea..."

"Hold on for now," Fu Kun walked in, "It turns out it's called Wanfu, it's not much better than this, and I wanted to salute someone when I heard it."

The two of them went in and looked at the booth they had chosen before. The location was determined by Fu Yijie, near the entrance, but not in the most direct place, a small frontage of eight square meters.

"There's a lot of people here, it's a great time to make money, and you're just so vacant?" Fu Yijie looked around, and saw that many stalls had already been set up.

"It's okay, I haven't been idle for a long time, and your vacation is almost gone, let's play with you for a few more days," Fu Kun leaned against the wall, "It seems that there are many people now, but the pieces are all sorted. , This piece is all men's clothing, it's not as easy to make as before, the competition is fierce, so you have to be sure when purchasing."

"Will you take me on a day trip?" Fu Yijie asked.

"Take it, just because you feel tired." Fu Kun smiled, in a good mood.

"No, I'll take it for fun." Fu Yijie replied quickly, it is impossible to feel tired doing anything with Fu Kun.

When Fu Kun and Fu Yijie were measuring with a measuring tape at the booth and wondering how to make the shelves more spacious, someone yelled outside: "Fu Kun!"

Fu Yijie turned his head and saw a young girl with a ponytail. Judging by the small bag she was carrying, she should also be the stall owner here.

"Kong Hui," Fu Kun put away the measuring tape. Kong Hui's original stall was quite close to Cheng Qingqing's. A few stalls away, Fu Kun didn't know her very well, but she and Cheng Qingqing had a good relationship. "You Where do you put it?"

"Inside, C307," Kong Hui pointed inside, "I've been putting it up for the past two days, and you haven't finished it yet?"

"Let's celebrate the new year, it's not too late." Fu Kun kicked the wooden wall, ready to leave.

"I've been here for the past two days. If you need help, please call me. Don't be polite." Kong Hui looked at Fu Kun with a smile on her face.

Fu Yijie had already walked out of the booth, and walked slowly outside. After Fu Kun called the girl's name, he had a little impression, maybe he had seen it before.

After walking a few steps, Fu Kun chased after him: "Run so fast."

"Who is this?" Fu Yijie glanced back, Kong Hui was still standing there, looking this way, and when he saw him turn around, he quickly turned around and trotted away.

"Kong Hui, Qingqing's little sister, you should have seen her before." Fu Kun thought for a while, "Have you been to my stall several times, just last time..."

"I have no impression." Fu Yijie interrupted him.

"It's quite hot..." Fu Kun didn't mind Fu Yijie's attitude, and continued, but Fu Yijie interrupted him before he could finish the word "enthusiasm".

"I'm chasing you?" Fu Yijie narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Probably," Fu Kun was also happy. Although he has never cared too much about girls, he can still feel who is interested in him. "There are many people chasing your brother."

"Are you interested?"

"Not yet."

Fu Yijie put his hands in his pockets: "It's best not to have any."

"Why?" Fu Kun didn't quite understand.

"Because if you go out to eat with her, go shopping with her, or carry things for her, I won't be happy," Fu Yijie said with a smile, "Isn't it short-sighted, you come and go when you call, right? Isn't the future..."

"Stop!" Fu Kun slapped him on the back, "You're going to take revenge, right?"

"Why don't you try, I'll definitely keep nagging you until you break up."

Before school started after the Chinese New Year, Fu Yijie followed Fu Kun on a day trip to buy goods.

The buying bus is full of people who are going to buy goods. Brother Luo introduced this bus to Fu Kun. He said that the two drivers of this bus were mixed in the past, and it is safe to take this bus with cash.

There are even bunks in the car, two people sleep in one bunk, the quilt is also dirty, Fu Kun didn't feel anything, the previous car was also like this, Fu Yijie couldn't stand it, so he rolled up the quilt Tucked under the shelf at the foot.

"Why are you so good, you'll freeze to death at night." Fu Kun laughed for a long time.

"Smelly." Fu Yijie frowned.

"When you get home, you don't have to smell me, smell yourself," Fu Kun leaned against the bed frame, "That's the smell!"

"It's not over, is it?" Fu Yijie squinted at him.

"It's over."

It was indeed cold at night, and it was a bit unbearable not to cover it with a quilt. Although the car windows were tightly closed, Fu Yijie could still feel the constant cold wind blowing in from all kinds of stinky feet.

He pulled up his coat, the bed was very narrow, Fu Kun and him were not small, they were almost huddled together, but it was still cold.

"Is it cold?" Fu Kun asked him in a low voice.

"Ah."

"Cover?"

"Smelly, even if you don't take a bath for ten days, you won't get this smell." Fu Yijie was a little depressed. He found that Fu Kun was more cold than him. At this moment, Fu Kun was with him and didn't cover him with a quilt, but Fu Kun hands are warm.

Fu Kun laughed with a suppressed voice, pulled the little stinky quilt over the legs of the two of them, then turned over, and put a sticker on his side: "Cover your legs."

Fu Yijie didn't speak, but also turned over, with his back pressed against Fu Kun's chest. He didn't feel it before, but now he felt it. Although it only took a day and two nights for Fu Kun to make a purchase, it was indeed a pain.

At first, I thought it must be very pleasant for the two of them to go shopping together and squeeze together on the bunk, but now in this state, I feel uncomfortable when I have no mood.

After he followed Fu Kun into the goods for a day, this feeling deepened.

At 08 o'clock in the morning, the car arrived at the place, and everyone in the car was still asleep. The shopkeepers in the wholesale market basically only opened their doors at 30:[-]. They stayed in the car until [-] o'clock and got off. Fu Kun led him to the bus station I washed my face in the toilet, ate a few bites casually at the breakfast stand on the street, and then carried a large woven bag and a small luggage trailer into the wholesale market.

He followed Fu Kun back and forth between several wholesale markets, running upstairs and downstairs, looking at the goods, comparing, selecting, and then throwing them into the bag, dragging them with a car, as if they were fleeing from a refugee, and didn't even bother about lunch eat.

After all the goods were brought in in the afternoon, Fu Yijie felt that his feet were no longer his own.

Dinner is settled at the small restaurant next to the station. Many people who buy goods in the store simply ask for a rice bowl.

Fu Yijie ate two servings of braised pork with rice in one sitting, and even wrapped up the one that Fu Kun hadn't finished eating.

When he drove back in the car at night, he was not so particular about it anymore, he pulled the little stinky quilt and covered him directly.

"Don't you think it stinks?" Fu Kun looked at the purchase slip and asked.

"Brother," Fu Yijie sighed, "You've worked too hard."

"What is this?" Fu Kun smiled, "I really don't feel hard, especially when counting money, I have to do everything early, I want to start doing it two years earlier, the money is more profitable than now."

Fu Yijie remained silent and did not speak again.

"What's wrong? Are you tired?" Fu Kun asked after collecting the purchase slip.

"No," Fu Yijie turned his head and looked out the window, "Do you remember what I said before?"

"I didn't take notes, I can't remember everything, what sentence?"

"I said I would protect you," Fu Yijie said, suddenly feeling a little silly, "Remember?"

"Remember." Fu Kun smiled.

"I will let you enjoy the blessings in the future, so you don't have to work so hard."

"Well, I'll wait. Then I'll just count the money for you at home every day."

After the new year, Fu Kun started to be busy every day again. Although there is still no real storefront, after moving from Wanfu to Datong, the daily traffic has indeed increased a lot.

There are few men's clothing, and Fu Kun's products are more distinctive. He pays attention to popular things, and starts to buy many popular elements as soon as they emerge. In addition, he has always kept his products at a lower level than others'. It is a little higher-end, the price is not too bad, and the income is already incomparable when setting up a stall in the past.

Cheng Qingqing has already quit her job, and she has devoted herself to her small stall. She still makes clothes for little girls and is downstairs from Fu Kun. Now she doesn't have time to chat with Fu Kun here. Usually Xiao Chengcheng is after school. In order to go to her place to eat with her first, and then run up to find Fu Kun to stay.

Fu Yijie was still the same as before, every day at noon and evening, he would bring food over, and accompany Fu Kun to finish eating before leaving.

It’s okay in winter. After the weather gradually warms up, the fully enclosed structure of Datong makes people feel stuffy. The shoppers don’t feel much when they stay for a short time, and it’s a bit uncomfortable to stay in it all day.

Fu Kun had a little cough during this period, and Fu Yijie learned from the TV to make some tea for clearing the lungs and removing fire, and brought him to drink every day.

"If you stay in this place for a long time, your IQ will get boring." Fu Yijie sighed.

"It's not so exaggerated." Fu Kun took a sip of tea and frowned. Fu Yijie didn't know what kind of tea he made, and he shivered because of the bitterness. Thinking about this matter, I have been paying attention to whether there are any shops that have been transferred."

"Bad?" Fu Yijie noticed Fu Kun's painful expression.

"No, it's quite delicious," Fu Kun was afraid of shocking him, so he quickly took another big sip and couldn't hold back after holding it in for a long time, "To be honest, it's really bad, what the hell is this?"

"I don't know, I threw all kinds of things together, so bear with it." Fu Yijie smiled.

"Have you tasted it yourself?"

"...don't dare."

During the second semester of Fu Yijie's second year of high school, Fu Kun partnered with his parents to clean up the money that the family had previously borrowed, and even paid for his parents to go on a trip on eleventh.

He didn't tell his family how much money Fu Kun had left, nor did his parents ask.

Fu Yijie didn't ask too much, he only knew that Fu Kun bought Datong's booth, and planned to rent out the booth to collect rent after the store was sold.

Sometimes he feels a little anxious when he thinks about it. Fu Kun earns money fairly smoothly, but it is too hard. He basically does not rest 360 days a year. Occasionally, when he wants to take a day off, regular customers will call when the door is closed. to buy something.

Fu Yijie always hopes that one day he can make Fu Kun stop working so hard, and make Fu Kun feel that he is not only a spoiled brother, but also a brother who can support things.

But thinking that I still have a year to go before the college entrance examination, and I still have to finish college...

"Ah..." Fu Yijie turned over on the tatami and buried his face in Fu Kun's pillow. It will take so long!

The phone in the living room was ringing, and Fu Yijie lay still on his stomach. After a while, he realized that there was no one at home today, and his parents had gone to a wedding.

He reluctantly got up and ran out to answer the phone.

"A little bit," Fu Kun's voice came out with a noisy background sound, "Don't bring me dinner for a while, I promised Xiao Chengcheng to take him to eat children's set meals later, he wants to collect Snoop Compare."

"Well, then I'll eat it myself."

"What else do you want to eat? I'll bring it back to you at night, chicken wings?" Fu Kun didn't wait for him to answer, and said to the side, "The blue one doesn't have a big size, why don't you try the brown one?" The style, that one goes well with trousers..."

"Just chicken wings."

After Fu Yijie hung up the phone, he went into the kitchen, took out the dinner his mother had prepared for Fu Kun, and shared it with Diu Diu.

If there is no one at home on weekends, Fu Yijie will feel very bored, and he will especially want to see Fu Kun.

He watched TV with Diudiu in his arms, and didn't understand what was on TV for a long time.

Diudiu is not as lively as he was when he was a child, and he doesn't like to move when he is older, and he has been dozing off on Fu Yijie's lap.

"Go to sleep." Fu Yijie patted the sofa.

Diudiu jumped from his lap onto the sofa, curled up in a corner and began to sleep soundly.

"It's better that you are like this, you don't have to think about anything." Fu Yijie pinched Diudiu's ears.

After staring at the TV absently for a while, he stood up and went into the room, intending to read a book.

He stood in front of the bookshelf for several minutes without deciding which one to read, and finally his eyes fell on the small TV placed in the middle of the bookshelf.

The small TV and the pocket DVD player next to it are not used very much, and the only user is Fu Kun.

Fu Kun would occasionally use it to read those DVDs he bought secretly before, but after entering Datong, he didn't have much time to read them anymore. Every day when he came back to take a shower, he lay down on the bed and flipped through comics.

Fu Yijie stared at the small TV. Fu Kun used to ask him if he wanted to watch it every time he wanted to watch it. He always went directly to the living room to stay.

He didn't know what kind of situation Fu Kun was in the room, but he couldn't help but imagine it.

Seeing these things now, and thinking of Fu Kun watching movies while leaning on the tatami, he suddenly felt a little dry.

He looked away and followed a row of book titles. After looking back and forth twice, his eyes stayed on the small TV again.

He knew where Fu Kun's discs were kept, and his parents never entered their house, so Fu Kun's discs were placed in the bottom drawer of the desk openly.

When Fu Yijie opened the drawer, several disc covers were exposed that made people feel embarrassed to linger.

He frowned, this kind of picture still made him feel uncomfortable, he couldn't tell if it was nausea or something else.

He closed the drawer.

After sitting on the chair in a daze for a while, he bent down and opened the drawer again, took out a random disc, and stared at the disc in reverse.

Do you want to see it?

He is not interested in these things, and he has no ideas, but he is interested in how Fu Kun will feel when he looks at these things.

More than once, when he was sitting in the living room, he stared at the TV and imagined what Fu Kun would be like watching a DVD in the house.

heartbeat.

respite.

pleasure...

Fu Yijie checked the time, stood up and took the small TV and DVD player off the bookshelf.

It took a few minutes to decide where to look, and in the end he settled on tatami.

He turned on the small TV, plugged in the DVD, and put in the disc. Every movement he made was like a thief, and his hands trembled a little.

He didn't pay attention to what kind of disc was put in.

When the picture jumped out, his heart was beating wildly, and he almost wanted to jump over and pull out the thread.

But the picture looked very ordinary, a boat floating in the water, the crew just chatting, Fu Yijie stared at the TV, did he take the wrong disc?

But the scene quickly changed, and the story progressed illogically, with the crew pulling a naked woman out of the water.

What follows becomes straightforward.

Fu Yijie looked at the white bodies on the small TV screen, his mind was buzzing, and the volume of the TV was turned down, but he could still hear all kinds of groans and gasps clearly.

The chaotic scene continued, Fu Yijie didn't understand Fu Kun's feelings, he just felt that these overly stimulating content made him a little dizzy.

He pressed fast forward in the past, skipped and watched all the way down, the film was not long, it ended in just over 20 minutes, and then the next story started...

To him, these women's bodies didn't feel anything other than making him feel a little uncomfortable.

But his breathing was still slow and short, apart from nervousness, restlessness, guilty conscience and other reasons, what made him react in this way was... those men.

Fu Kun's body began to shake in front of his eyes, and the desire in his body slowly rose little by little due to the continuous overlapping of the content in front of him and his imagination.

He felt his vision blurred, and he couldn't hear anything except the wheezing in his ears.

He didn't even hear when Fu Kun came home. He didn't come back to his senses until the bedroom door was pushed open.

"Ouch," Fu Kun looked at him in surprise, "Why did I call you twice and you didn't hear me?"