Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Kun rode his father's motorcycle and took his mother to No. [-] Middle School with a quilt covered in a huge TV plastic bag.

When he went out, his mother asked him to wear a raincoat. He saw that the rain was not too heavy, so he didn't wear it because he thought it was troublesome. As a result, after riding the bike for two streets, his coat was completely wet, and he looked very miserable.

After putting the car in the parking shed downstairs of the No. [-] Middle School dormitory, he carried the big quilt and ran to the dormitory.

After just two steps, he saw Fu Yijie running out from the first floor of the dormitory building.

The way they ran head-to-head made Fu Kun feel like a fellow villager carrying a big bag reunited with his brother in the city after a long absence, so he almost rushed up to hold Fu Yijie's hand and said, brother!How are you doing?

"Why did you come here in the rain?" Fu Yijie obviously didn't have this experience, he came over with a frown and picked up the quilt he was carrying, "You can go out and sell all the raincoats at home. Do you know how to wear one?"

"Tough work," Fu Kun smiled, and ran into the dormitory building after Fu Yijie, "When I went out, the rain didn't look like it was pouring at all."

"Are you going to catch a cold?" Fu Yijie ran to the door of the dormitory manager's hut, "Uncle Song, my brother is here. I'll take him to the dormitory and leave in a while."

"Okay, okay," Uncle Song looked at Fu Kun, "Fu Kun hasn't changed in a few years."

Fu Kun is happy. Uncle Song has been in the guard room of No. [-] Middle School before, and he came to stay in the dormitory at some point. He leaned in front of Uncle Song: "Master, have you changed your career? Your eyes are not bad. You can also see that I am getting more and more handsome.”

"This kid," Uncle Song smiled and waved his hands, "Hurry up, you're so dizzy."

Fu Kun followed Fu Yijie upstairs, the two of them didn't speak, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he always wanted to find something to say, but he couldn't find a word for a long time.

When he saw that Fu Yijie was wearing a single shirt, he finally found a sentence: "Why are you wearing so little, isn't it cold?"

"Cold," Fu Yijie turned into the corridor and said while taking out the keys, "I thought you'd be here soon, so I didn't come up to get dressed."

"You wait until I'm almost there to call you..." Fu Kun spoke halfway before realizing that Fu Yijie didn't have a phone, and the dormitory phone usually doesn't help call people, but only conveys. He hesitated, "For a while, Shall I buy you a cell phone?"

Fu Yijie was stunned: "What?"

"It's convenient to contact. There is only one landline in the dormitory, and there are always people using it. It's not convenient for anything." Fu Kun scratched his hair.

"No one in the school has a mobile phone, so I don't need it," Fu Yijie entered the dormitory, took out the quilt and put it on the bed, then took his own towel and threw it to Fu Kun, "Wipe it off."

Fu Kun took a towel and wiped it on his head indiscriminately: "Who said no one took it? Do you remember when I was a freshman in high school, didn't Xu Jiamei just bring a big brother to school and walked around the playground several times to show off?" .”

"Am I Xu Jiamei?" Fu Yijie turned to look at him.

"Hey, that's not what I meant," Fu Kun grabbed the towel, what's the point of mentioning Xu Jiamei now, not to mention that Fu Yijie has never had a good impression of her, and he responded quite well when he mentioned her, "I mean yes……"

"You don't need to buy it, just give me the old one when you get a new one someday." Fu Yijie sat down by the bed and smiled.

"Well," Fu Kun nodded, and looked around in the dormitory. Fu Yijie's bed was on the lower bunk near the door, and it was cleaned very cleanly. After turning around in the same place, seeing that Fu Yijie didn't speak any more, Yide had nothing to say and said, "Where are the people in your dormitory?"

"It's still in the classroom, and I won't be back until the lights are turned off."

"Oh, then..." Fu Kun turned around again, "Then I'm leaving."

"Go back in the shower?"

"It's okay, that's how it came anyway."

"Then you change your coat." Fu Yijie stood up and opened his locker, "You change into mine... eh? Where's my coat?"

Fu Kun was stunned: "Which coat do you have?"

"Just the black one you bought for me..." Fu Yijie rummaged through the cabinet in a daze.

"At home, when did you bring the school, baby." Fu Kun was a little helpless.

"Ah." Fu Yijie stood in front of the cabinet without moving, his head was stuffed into the cabinet, the words that Fu Kun said calmly and casually made his nose sore.

He hadn't heard this kind of natural and intimate tone that was normal between them before, and Fu Kun might not have felt it, but he couldn't bear it.

"You didn't bring your coat to school, did you?" Fu Kun asked.

"Well, it seems that I didn't take it." Fu Yijie still put his head in the cabinet.

"Then what are you going to wear tomorrow? I'll freeze you to death!" Fu Kun was in a hurry, "Why didn't you say you didn't bring your coat when Mom called you?"

"I didn't know I didn't take it. I always thought I took the black one." Fu Yijie rested his chin on the edge of the cabinet.

"Don't smell it, you can't even smell a coat," Fu Kun pulled his arm and pulled his head out of the cabinet, "You can wear mine, hang it up all night, it will definitely be dry tomorrow, and I will wear it tomorrow." Bring you some clothes."

"Then you're going back like this?" Fu Yijie stood face to face with him.

The distance is very close, he hasn't been so close to Fu Kun for a long time, this distance allows him to smell the familiar aura on Fu Kun's body very clearly, he controls himself to want to hug Fu Kun like before impulse.

"It's okay." Fu Kun smiled, stared at him again, and then looked down at his shoes, "Hey, why do I feel...you are as tall as me?"

"I don't know. It's been a long time since I measured it. Maybe I'm already taller than you." Only then did Fu Yijie realize that when he and Fu Kun were standing face to face, he was looking into his eyes. Maybe he had grown taller?

I don't know if Fu Kun still remembers what he said before, Fu Yijie didn't have the courage to ask, besides, he didn't even know what Fu Kun needed to promise him now.

The two students in the dormitory came back and were about to turn off the lights. On the one hand, Fu Kun felt that he didn't want to leave, but on the other hand, he felt that he didn't know what else to say.

He felt that he had a lot of things he wanted to say to Fu Yijie, but now Fu Yijie seemed quite stable. He really didn't want to talk to Fu Yijie about the unorganized words and the messy questions he wanted to ask. Jie buried himself in his studies and wanted to say it before the college entrance examination, but now he couldn't say anything that would affect Fu Yijie's college entrance examination.

"I'm leaving." Fu Kun said, took off his coat and put it on Fu Yijie's bed, turned his head and walked out of the dormitory.

Fu Yijie wanted to say that he could borrow his classmate's clothes, but after thinking about it, he still didn't make a sound, and followed him out.

"Give it back? Let's go back." Fu Kun turned around and smiled.

"It's not too far, I'll take you to the stairs." Fu Yijie also smiled, holding back his silence and still couldn't hold back, "You ran over to give me a quilt in the middle of eating with someone, no matter what Say it."

Fu Kun froze for a moment, then turned around: "Did Mom tell you?"

"Is it Kong Hui?" Fu Yijie asked.

"Well, I left her alone in the western restaurant," Fu Kun sighed, "I'll treat her as an apology if I invite her to dinner some other day."

Not long after Fu Yijie returned to the dormitory, the lights in the dormitory were turned off, and the two people in the same room turned on the energy-saving lamps and continued to read.

He usually reads a book before falling asleep, but today he is not in the mood, so he just got into the quilt.

After lying down for a while, he sat up again and quietly took Fu Kun's coat beside the bed and stuffed it under the quilt to hug him.

The clothes were full of the smell of Fu Kun. He buried his face in the clothes, took a deep breath, and felt a lot more at ease.

The next day, Fu Yijie wore Fu Kun's coat to class, and when he returned to the dormitory after lunch, Uncle Song stopped him and handed him a big bag: "Your brother asked me to give you this."

"My brother is here?" Fu Yijie turned his head and wanted to chase outside.

"Let's go, I came during the fourth class," Uncle Song called him, "I waited for you for a while, and said it was too late, so I left first."

"Oh." Fu Yijie went upstairs with a big bag in his arms.

Fu Yijie, what are you eating if you're okay!

Why not go out to eat after returning to the dormitory!Can you starve to death!

The bag contained several of his coats and thick jeans, and he put the clothes into the cabinet one by one.

Under the bag are two packs of one-jin beef jerky, which is his favorite spicy flavor. Usually, he can eat a pack of it within an hour if he has nothing to do.

After taking out the beef jerky, Fu Yijie was surprised to find that there was a mobile phone box underneath.

He opened the box and saw Fu Kun's old mobile phone inside. The charger and everything were complete. He turned it on and found that the card had already been installed.

"What do you mean?" Fu Yijie dialed Fu Kun's number.

"I changed my mobile phone." Fu Kun was probably eating, and said vaguely, "Don't you say that you want my old one after changing your mobile phone? I will give it to you. You don't need to worry about the phone bill. It's over."

"I mean when it's time for you to change..."

"It's time to change it, you can use it first, I will give you a new one after you are admitted to university," Fu Kun said with a smile, "Save some beef jerky, you won't be home for a few days."

"Ah."

"Call me if you have anything to do, and go to sleep, I'm going to be busy here."

"Hang up." Fu Yijie hung up the phone, holding the phone in a daze for a long time, taking advantage of the students next to him not paying attention, he quickly brought the phone to his lips and kissed it.

I got this phone for two days, but it was basically useless. The students in the dormitory borrowed it once to call home.

He didn’t take out his mobile phone until after school on Friday afternoon. In the evening, the math teacher gave the test papers to the evening self-study students. He didn’t want to listen to it at first, but all the students in the dormitory went, so he wanted to listen to a section before going home. .

After hesitating for a long time whether to call Fu Kun or his mother, he finally dialed the number at home.

After finishing the phone call with his mother, he lay on the bed, regretting not calling Fu Kun, and now he couldn't find a reason for calling Fu Kun.

Fu Yijie thumped hard on the bed, what happened now?Why do you need to think of a reason in advance to call Fu Kun?

Can't call for no reason?

Brother, I want to eat beef jerky.

Brother, I have nothing else to do but want to chat with you for a while.

Brother, what are you doing?

elder brother……

Damn, why did such a simple thing become like this when it came to me?

He turned over, went to the cafeteria to get some food on the upper bunk, and asked him to come with him, but he said weakly that he didn't want to eat anymore.

After the dormitory people left, he stared at a piece of peeling wall and continued to be depressed.

Yes, this is indeed a simple matter. If he has no extra thoughts about his brother, this matter is so simple that he doesn't need to go through his brain.

But just because of this extra layer, everything changed.

When self-study was about to start at [-] o'clock in the evening, my mother called and asked him if he had eaten, and told him to fill up the food when he was hungry, and made braised pork at home for him to eat when he came home.

"I can eat another meal when I'm full." Fu Yijie was a little greedy when he heard the braised pork, "Let my brother buy me a bottle of drink, I want to drink when I go home."

"Let your dad buy it," my mother said with a smile, "Your brother may not know what time it is."

Fu Yijie was stunned: "Why did he go?"

"Take that Hui to dinner. The last time I ate half of it, I threw him in the restaurant and ran away. Today, I'm free, so I can make up for it by asking a girl to eat."

When Fu Yijie hung up the phone, he almost wanted to drop his phone to the ground.

Last time Fu Kun said that it would be a good idea to treat Kong Hui to another meal as an apology, didn't he just say it?

You treat me to a meal, I treat you to a meal, you treat me to another meal, and I treat you to another meal.

Fu Yijie kicked the chair next to him, and there was no end to it!

Although he also knew that there was nothing wrong with Fu Kun's normal handling of this matter, he still wanted to get angry for no reason.

eat!

eat!

I let you eat!

Fu Yijie gritted his teeth.

He took a sip of cold water, put it in his mouth and spat it out, opened the window of the dormitory, and the north wind came in, he opened his mouth, and first coughed dryly against the wind, coughing so hard that he couldn't breathe After that, he began to breathe into the wind again.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

After tossing about for about ten minutes, he felt that his throat was a little dry and tight, and his tongue was a little stuck in his mouth, so he picked up his phone and dialed Fu Kun's number.

While continuing to inhale and breathe, he waited for the call to connect.

"A piece?" Fu Kun's voice came from over there, and some background music could be heard.

Fu Yijie took a breath and slowed down his voice: "Brother, are you outside?"

The voice was beyond Fu Yijie's expectation, and the hoarseness was uncontrollably out of tune, the ending even broke off, and a strand of it turned upwards, it sounded like a miserable energy that was about to die.

Fu Yijie felt a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Kun immediately recognized that his voice was wrong.

"No..." Fu Yijie resisted the strong desire to clear his throat. Once he cleared his throat, his voice would immediately return to normal. "You eat."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone before Fu Kun could speak again, cleared his throat, let out a long sigh of relief, and lay down on the bed.

He learned this trick from Jiang Song when he was in elementary school. Every time Jiang Song pretended to be sick and didn't want to go to school, he would inhale and exhale like this, and after making his throat hoarse, he would tell his mother that my throat hurts.

Jiang Song also taught him the technique. After the mouth is completely dry, he has to cooperate with relaxing the vocal cords, but he has to raise his voice to achieve this effect. However, he is not willing to do this, because after finishing it, his voice is really weak. it will hurt...

Before he could even straighten his throat when he lay down, his cell phone rang, and Fu Kun called.

Fu Yijie sat up, squeezed his throat and coughed dryly before answering the phone.

"Are you sick?" Fu Kun asked immediately.

"No." Fu Yijie's voice no longer had the out-of-tune sound as before, but he was still a little hoarse from the cough.

"Cold?" Fu Kun asked again.

"No."

"No shit, you sound like a eunuch just now!" Fu Kun shouted, "Did you catch a cold? Do you have a fever?"

"Ah?" Fu Yijie touched his forehead, "Maybe..."

You are the eunuch!

"Are you in the dormitory?" Fu Kun asked again.

"Um……"

"I'll go over and take you to the hospital." Fu Kun hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Fu Yijie was stunned, staring at the phone for a long time without recovering.

He just wanted to make Fu Kun feel uncomfortable eating, and didn't want him to come over.

Still have a fever?

to the hospital?

He suddenly sat up from the bed, Fu Kun was about to come to the dormitory, how could he get over his lively, hungry, and fragrant state!

"Fu Yijie, just do it." He jumped off the bed.

There were four warm water bags in the dormitory, he took them all, ran to the water room, filled them with boiling water, and brought them back to the dormitory, then piled the quilts from the other two beds on his own bed, and stuffed the hot water bags under the quilts inside.

Then he started jumping up and down in the dormitory, jumping and running, leapfrogging, squatting while holding his breath, and martial arts fists. After about ten minutes, he began to sweat.

After a few more sets of leapfrogs, he jumped on the bed and got into the quilt, sticking several warm water bags to his body and hugging him.

He put the other one on the pillow and pressed his face back and forth.

"It's scalding." He muttered in a low voice, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his back was also a little wet.

He continued to sweat under the covers by kicking his legs and arching his back.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps in the corridor that he quickly kicked all the hot water bottles to his feet, buried his face in the quilt and covered it to keep warm.

He could hear Fu Kun's footsteps, he was too familiar with this sound after hearing it for ten years.

"A piece?" Fu Kun pushed open the door of the dormitory and rushed in.

Fu Yijie slowly revealed his face from under the quilt, and saw Fu Kun with an anxious expression on his face.

"Fuck!" Fu Kun was startled when he saw his flushed face, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Get up, we have to go to the hospital."

"I'm not going, I'm really fine." Fu Yijie whispered.

Fu Kun ignored him, pulled him out of the quilt, took the coat and put it on him, and when he touched his hot hands, Fu Kun couldn't help but bent down and hugged him, feeling very distressed: "What's wrong? Yes, you never get sick, how did you burn like this?"

"I don't know." Being hugged by him, Fu Yijie immediately forgot that he was pretending to be sick, and leaned on Fu Kun's shoulder and stopped moving.

"I'll carry you down," Fu Kun zipped up his coat, "just take a taxi to the hospital later."

Fu Yijie lay on Fu Kun's back, suddenly feeling a little sore in his nose.

How long?He couldn't remember how long he hadn't felt this feeling of lying on Fu Kun's back.

Fu Kun ran downstairs with him on his back, and then ran out of the school gate.

While standing on the side of the road waiting for a taxi, Fu Yijie whispered in his ear: "Brother, let me down."

"I can move you, don't fall." Fu Kun carried him on his back and didn't move.

"It's just a fever, it's not that I was stabbed." Fu Yijie pushed Fu Kun's arm and slid off his back.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Fu Kun turned around and asked him, frowning.

"No." Fu Yijie stood behind Fu Kun, afraid that Fu Kun would see that his face had completely returned to normal, so he quickly lowered his head and put his face on Fu Kun's shoulder.

"Hey, why do you think you have a fever?" Fu Kun sighed, "It's good to have a car, so you don't have to work hard and wait."

Fu Yijie put his arms around Fu Kun's shoulders, tears welled up uncontrollably.