Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Wang Zhiqiang's group slowly caught up with Fu Kun and Sun Wei after turning two blocks.

Sun Wei's forehead was a little sweaty, and Fu Kun was as familiar with playing with his own fingers as he was playing with a bicycle, so even if he was with him, he could ride very fast even on the current road with snow and thin ice.But today was different, Fu Kun was holding on to the handlebar with his left hand, and he couldn't use his strength, so it didn't take long for Wang Zhiqiang and the others to catch up.

"Kunzi," Sun Wei looked back, and three or four people were slowly approaching them on bicycles, "Why don't I go down, you are too slow, if you can't reach your courtyard, you have to..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Fu Kun buried his head in the bike, "Are you carrying marbles?"

"Bring it, why?" Sun Wei reached into his schoolbag and touched a bag of marbles.

"It's gone!" Fu Kun said.

"What..." Sun Wei yelled, it was not easy for him to win these marbles, but before he finished speaking, he immediately understood what Fu Kun meant, "Scatter all?"

"Quan Sa, don't be reluctant, I'll give you everything I have."

"I don't need you, I'll just win again." Sun Wei took out the bag of marbles without hesitation, turned his head to look behind him, and threw it at Zhang Yiwei who was closest to them.

Zhang Yiwei was riding very carefully at first, there was ice stubble on the road, and he had to ride on the ground that had been crushed into muddy water. After Sun Wei threw it, the marbles bounced on the ground and came over. There was nowhere to hide. At the speed they are riding now, if one is crushed, even the person and the car will fall to the ground.

"I——" Zhang Yiwei was about to curse someone with a long voice, but before he could utter a full voice, the wheel slipped, the bicycle twisted twice, and then fell down firmly. He rolled on the ground several times, and by the way He knocked down the two people who were following him, and they fell into a ball.

Sun Wei grinned for a long time: "Kun Zi, look!"

Fu Kun glanced back and yelled, "Oh, my ass fell into three pieces——"

"Don't add more firewood!" Sun Wei patted Fu Kun. Those people would have lost face if they were thrown, but after being yelled at by Fu Kun, they must be dismantled tomorrow, "Quick ride !"

Wang Zhiqiang's driving skills are good, and he didn't fall down in the chaos. Several people who bypassed the ground continued to catch up, and because he lost the first battle, he was probably very angry, so he rode on the bike silently and chased him up.

Fu Kun didn't speak any more, he bent down and kicked hard a few times.

The old Phoenix that my mother gave Fu Kun was not bad, and it jumped out after a few pedals.

Fu Yijie looked up to the sky, the snow was falling more and more.

"Don't look up," the aunt smiled beside him, and helped him pull up the hat, "your face is wet."

Auntie took him out to buy stationery. The stationery in his schoolbag was issued by the orphanage. Others donated old things to the orphanage. He didn’t have a pencil case, and the two pencils had already been used up to small nibs, and the eraser was like beans. Only a little bit.

"What kind of stationery box and pen do you like in a while, tell auntie, auntie will give you..." Auntie led him and said as he walked out of the gate of the yard, but suddenly stopped, and looked at the other side of the road. with.

Fu Yijie stretched his body and poked his head to look, but he didn't see anything special.

"Fu Kun!" Auntie suddenly roared.

Fu Yijie was taken aback. The sudden roar was like it was outside the school today. He trembled and sat down on the ground again.

"Oh, baby, why did you sit on the ground when you were scared..." The aunt quickly pulled him up and patted him, "You are standing here, your brother is causing trouble again."

"Fu Kun! What are you doing again! Crawl over here quickly!"

When his mother's voice came from the front, Fu Kun breathed a sigh of relief.Wang Zhiqiang, who was behind him, had already moved over. Seeing that the two cars were about to collide, if he really fell into a ball at this speed, his splinted arm would probably not heal in another month.

The mother's roar made Wang Zhiqiang pinch the brake subconsciously, and he fell behind him.

But... Even if he got rid of Wang Zhiqiang temporarily, the mother in front of him might be even more terrifying.

"Come down!" Mom had already walked to the side of the road and pointed at him.

He jumped off the bicycle with his head down, and Sun Wei quickly jumped off, and followed behind him with his head down.

Wang Zhiqiang chased after him again, but when he saw the posture, he wanted to leave as soon as he turned the handlebar.

Children in the sixth grade, no matter how arrogant or arrogant they are, will feel scared when they meet a real "adult".

But his mother didn't give him this chance, rushed over and pressed the handlebar: "What's your name!"

"What's none of your business?" Wang Zhiqiang wanted to leave while dragging the car, muttering in dissatisfaction.

"That's okay, silly, you are chasing Fu Kun, why are you chasing him?" Mom simply changed Wang Zhiqiang's name.

"You're an idiot!" Wang Zhiqiang was furious.

"Then what's your name, Dasha." Mom smiled gently.

"Wang Zhiqiang!"

"Wang Zhiqiang, why are you chasing Fu Kun and the others?"

"Do nothing! I'm happy, can you control it?" Wang Zhiqiang tugged on the handlebar again.

Mom let go: "It's okay, it's okay, then you can go."

Wang Zhiqiang had probably never met an "adult" who let him go so easily, and he stood there for a moment in a daze.

"Go!" My mother suddenly raised her voice and shouted, "I'd be happy if I beat you up later!"

Fu Kun couldn't help being happy watching Wang Zhiqiang pedaling the car and disappearing in a hurry.

"What are you laughing at?" Mom pushed him, and pointed at Sun Wei, "Sun Wei, you go home quickly, you say you are an honest child, why do you follow Fu Kun all day long, can you learn well!"

"Goodbye, Auntie." Sun Wei lowered his head and threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, and ran away, shouting as he ran, "Kun Zi, I'll call you tomorrow!"

"Got it." Fu Kun also shouted, then lowered his head again, and followed his mother into the yard.

"I'll take Yijie to buy a pen or something. I've cooked the rice on the stove. You can watch it when you go home."

"Well," Fu Kun looked up, and saw Fu Yijie standing stupidly by the side of the road, he pushed the car and ran over, "It's just a little bit."

"Brother." Fu Yijie covered him in a mask and called him in a low voice.

"Here," Fu Kun took out a bag of Langweixian from his pocket and handed it to him, "Have you eaten it?"

Fu Yijie took a look and shook his head.

"It's delicious, let's eat." Fu Kun pulled off his mask and pinched his face, the softness felt very comfortable.

When my mother returned home with Fu Yijie bought a bunch of notebooks and pens, the rice was already cooked, and Fu Kun had just brought the pot back into the house.

"Your dad comes home late from work this week," Mom pointed to the stool next to the table, "Sit down, let's talk first."

"Mom..." Fu Kun sat down on the chair reluctantly, and looked at Fu Yijie who was standing beside him.

"Yijie, go back to the hut and read a book. Your brother is afraid of losing face." Mom took Fu Yijie into the hut, showed him a few comic books, and came out with a daily payment in her hand. Kun's notebook.

Fu Kun looked at the notebook, not knowing what his mother was going to do.

"Let's draw a picture and show it to Mom, just draw it today and I'll kick your foot." Mom put the notebook in front of him.

Fu Kun hesitated for a while, then took out a pencil, what is mom playing with?Did you know that I sat at the desk every day without doing my homework and was just painting?

He sketched a few strokes on the paper, bowed his head and started to draw, wouldn't it be easy to draw a picture of his mother kicking someone.

Ten minutes later, he finished the painting. My mother looked at it and nodded with satisfaction: "It's really good. I thought your left hand was not as good as your right hand. Let's make another one, just draw your brother's ass." Sitting on the ground."

Fu Kun was stunned, but he still drew a picture of a small ball sitting on a snowdrift according to his mother's request.

"That's right, it looks like that." My mother took it over and looked at it, then nodded.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Fu Kun couldn't help asking.

Mom didn't say anything, she raised her hand and tore off the two pictures from the notebook. Before Fu Kun could react, she started to tear the two pieces of paper again.

Fu Kun was stunned, watching his mother tear the two paintings into strips, then into sections, and then into small pieces.

After tearing it up, my mother walked to the middle of the room and scattered the shredded paper on the ground: "Pick it up and put it back together."

"Mom—" Fu Kun shouted, can this fight back!One painting is okay, but two are still torn into pieces!

"I'm going to cook, you can do it, don't eat if you can't finish it." Mom took the apron and tied it, and went out of the house without looking back.

"Mom, you just beat me up!" Fu Kun continued to shout.

"That's so tiring," my mother replied in the corridor, "Hurry up!"

Fu Kun sighed, stared at the pile of shredded papers on the ground in a daze for a long time, and slowly put all the papers on the table.

Where to start!

It was worrying here, Fu Yijie came out from the hut at some point, pulled a stool to the table, climbed up and sat upright.

"Why you?" Fu Kun looked at him.

He didn't speak, stretched out his fingers and squeezed a few pieces of paper to look at, then put them aside.

Fu Kun stared at his movements and found that he was picking out the blank paper without drawing.

"It's nice to have a younger brother." Fu Kun saw what Fu Yijie meant, and was immediately amused.

Fu Yijie still didn't speak, he lowered his head and picked carefully, so Fu Kun also lay down on the table and started picking with him.

After a while, the two finished picking out the blank paper.

The next job was not so simple, Fu Kun picked out the relatively large pieces of paper, roughly judged the location, and put them on the table.

But after working hard for a long time, I just got my mother's half shadowless leg out.

"Hey..." Fu Kun sighed, "I can't eat today."

Fu Yijie stopped, slid off the chair and ran into the hut, took out the bag of Langweixian that Fu Kun gave him earlier from his pocket, and put it on the table.

"Why?" Fu Kun was stunned, "You didn't eat?"

"You eat." Fu Yijie turned his head and ran out of the house after speaking.

Fu Kun was stunned: "Why are you going!"

When Fu Yijie ran into the kitchen, he saw his aunt cooking with some neighbors while chatting.

There were a lot of people in the kitchen, and he was a little nervous, holding on to the door frame and daring not to go in.

"Hey, isn't Shuqin your new son?" someone said.

Aunt looked back and saw him: "What's wrong with Yijie?"

Fu Yijie didn't speak, and looked at her while holding the door frame. Within two seconds, his eyes were full of tears.

"Are you going to cry?" A grandma bent down and looked at him.

"What's wrong, baby! Did your brother bully you!" Auntie threw the frying spoon and ran over, hugging him.

Fu Yijie's tears that were swirling in his eyes slipped out, and he said in a crying voice: "Let brother eat."

"Hey, okay, baby, don't cry," the aunt quickly wiped away his tears, and said in succession, "Let your brother eat, let him eat, eat."

When Fu Kun was dragged to the back room by his mother, he was fighting his own butt, and his mother immediately asked him, "Tell me, did you ask Yijie to cry with me?"

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, and cocked his neck in disbelief, "No, I take care of my own affairs, how could I let a little guy plead with you."

"Then he went by himself? Oh, I let him cry and his heart broke," my mother held her chest, "Tell me with tears on my face to let my brother eat."

Fu Kun looked at his mother with joy: "What are you doing..."

"Okay, don't fight, I guess you won't be able to spell it." Mom waved her hand and pulled him to her side, "Kunzi, mom doesn't want you to draw, mom thinks you draw very well, and I would like you to paint." Painting, but well, the homework is just that little, and it will take less than an hour for us to finish it, can't we draw after we finish it?"

Fu Kun frowned and bit his lips: "I just feel annoying."

"Then it doesn't bother you to be chased by teachers all day long?" His mother glared at him, "Isn't it bothering me to be surrounded by a bunch of teachers all day long?"

Fu Kun opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Look, you got into fights, deserted in class, and pretended to be me to sign, but I didn't even mention you, did I?" Mom sighed, "I don't expect you to be so good at all, but as far as this homework is concerned, let's do it anyway. , I gave birth to you with dystocia, and you feel sorry for your mother, so don't let the teacher find me all day long, okay?"

Fu Kun lowered his head and remained silent.

"Speak up, why don't you do homework for your mother!" His mother gave him a push.

"Okay!" Fu Kun gritted his teeth, "I will write in the future, in fact, I am too lazy to write because of my hand injury."

"I can draw and draw, so why bother writing a few words, it's settled, do homework!"

"En." Fu Kun nodded.

"Good son, you are very loyal." Mom patted him on the shoulder.

After my mother finished talking to him, she ran all the way to the kitchen: "My food is going to be mushy—"

Fu Kun came out from the back room, and Fu Yijie was kneeling on a chair to compose the pictures on his desk. He looked carefully at Fu Yijie's eyes, it didn't look like he had been crying, he probably pressed the switch again.

"For a while," he walked over, picked up Fu Yijie with one arm from behind, and sat on the sofa with his arms around him, "Come and let my brother kiss."

Fu Yijie had never been kissed before, nor had he encountered such a request, so he sat on his lap without moving.

Fu Kun hugged him and kissed him hard on the face: "I said, what are you doing running out, are you begging me?"

Fu Yijie didn't speak, this was the first time someone kissed him, it was itchy and warm, very comfortable.

He put his arms around Fu Kun's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"Oh, it's still loud," Fu Kun smiled for a long time, and wiped his face, "Kiss my spittle face, did you lick it?"

Fu Yijie didn't speak, looked at Fu Kun for a long time, lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Fu Kun was stunned, and after a while he yelled towards the corridor: "Mom! You can laugh at once—"

This roar made Fu Yijie almost fall off his lap. He was a little embarrassed at first, but now he was even more embarrassed, and he lowered his head and wanted to run.

"Don't move, don't move, I won't shout," Fu Kun hugged him with a smile, "Quick, give me another laugh."

Fu Yijie stared at him, the smile on his face was gone, replaced by the usual dazed and somewhat timid expression.

"Hey..." Fu Kun was a little disappointed, pinched his face, "Is it so difficult to smile?"

Fu Yijie lowered his eyelids and looked at his sweater without saying a word, Fu Kun twitched his legs: "Hey, I need to discuss something with you."

Fu Yijie nodded.

"I will make you laugh in the future, and you will laugh, okay?"

"En." Fu Yijie responded in a low voice.

Fu Kun breathed on his hand, put his hand into his sweater, and pinched his waist a few times: "Laugh quickly."

Fu Yijie had never been tickled before, he was taken aback for a moment, then desperately tried to escape, and laughed after struggling twice.

This laugh was different from the previous ones. This time he laughed out loud, and the crisp laughter was particularly loud.

As soon as Fu Kun heard it, he became excited, pressed him on the sofa and scratched his stomach and waist for a while.

Fu Yijie rolled and hid on the sofa, giggling until he couldn't keep his eyes open.

It took a long time for Fu Kun to stop, and poked his face with his fingers: "Little one, you laugh so loudly."

Fu Yijie was lying on the sofa panting all the time, his face was red with a smile.

"Is it okay to have a brother?" Fu Kun flicked the tip of his nose, and he never confirmed it with Fu Yijie.

"Okay." Fu Yijie coughed twice and nodded.