Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Yijie refused to go to the hospital no matter what, so Fu Kun had to put down the co-pilot's chair, let him lie down, took two coats to wrap Fu Yijie tightly, and then adjusted the temperature of the heater in the car. It was a little higher, and when he passed by a pharmacy, he got out of the car and went in to buy some medicine.

Fu Yijie seldom gets sick, seldom catches a cold, and his health is extremely good, which has always been the most proud thing of his mother. She said that although the second baby had suffered in the orphanage when he was young, we took good care of him the day after tomorrow, and his physical fitness is so good. Call a cow, throw it in the freezer for half a day without sneezing...

When Fu Kun was waiting to pass through the high-speed toll booth, he stretched out his hand to pull Fu Yijie's clothes. Now he was very upset, distressed, worried, and afraid that he would not be able to explain to his mother when he went back. He ran over to pick up Fu Yijie, but in the end he picked up a feverish Fu Yijie, who probably would have been stewed alive by his mother.

Why did Fu Yijie suddenly have a fever? Fu Kun felt that he knew the reason. Fu Yijie wouldn't catch a cold and have a fever just because of the cold wind and wearing two less clothes.

It was fine when I went to sleep yesterday, but it burned up in the morning, probably in the middle of the night last night.

Fu Kun suddenly regretted that he woke up several times in the middle of the night and didn't go over to check on Fu Yijie's situation.

He sighed softly.

"I'm fine." Fu Yijie leaned his head on the seat, probably heard him sigh, opened his eyes and said something.

"Go to sleep for a while," Fu Kun drove on the highway, "I'll drive slowly, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

"En." Fu Yijie responded and closed his eyes.

After driving for half an hour, Fu Kun's cell phone rang, and a text message came in.

"Is it mother?" Fu Yijie asked in a low voice.

"Probably, the phone is in my pocket." Fu Kun stared at the road. He didn't sleep well yesterday. Although he felt that there was nothing wrong with him, there was Fu Yijie in the car, so he drove very carefully. "Take it out and have a look." , tell her we're on the highway."

Fu Yijie reached into his pocket and took out the phone. The phone carried Fu Kun's body temperature. The metal shell felt very comfortable to the touch. The temperature seemed to seep into his body bit by bit from his fingertips, but it made him feel a burst of heat for no reason. uncomfortable.

The text message was sent by my mother, asking if they had set off, and said that they bought a lot of vegetables and dragged them home with a small trailer with my father.

Fu Yijie smiled, and replied that his mother was already on the highway.

After replying to this text message, he pressed exit and returned to the text message inbox of his mobile phone.

Immediately below the text message from my mother, there were several consecutive text messages, all of which were with an unfamiliar name, Lin Yuanyuan.

Fu Yijie held the phone and hesitated for a while, then pressed OK.

Then when will you come back, I'm exhausted.

Fu Yijie bit his lip and turned to the next one.

Last time I bought the dress you said was beautiful, but the waist is too thin and it is uncomfortable to wear, what should I do?

It was too successful to make egg-filled pancakes today, and I will bring you one tomorrow!

Fu Yijie suddenly felt an indescribable blockage, he threw the phone on the back seat, and kicked on the small drawer in front: "Stop!"

"What's wrong?" Fu Kun quickly looked at the rearview mirror, slowly pulled the car to the side of the road, and parked on the emergency parking belt.

Fu Yijie didn't speak, opened the car door and jumped out of the car, hugged the guardrail on the side of the road and started to vomit, the feeling of tightness in his chest made him vomit unhappily.

"Ah—" he roared, and kicked hard at the guardrail.

Fu Kun took the bottle of water and handed it to him: "The water is cold, don't drink it, there is hot water in the car."

Fu Yijie unscrewed the bottle cap, rinsed his mouth, poured a bottle of water into his stomach in a fit of anger, then threw the bottle on the ground and stomped it hard.

"Tell you not to drink!" Fu Kun frowned.

"What's wrong with just drinking it?" Fu Yijie looked at him.

"You have a fever."

"My pleasure."

Fu Kun gritted his teeth, and stared at him: "What are you fussing about?"

"You don't care." Fu Yijie retorted.

"Well, I don't care," Fu Kun was a little confused, and the fire started to rise, he turned and walked to the side of the car, "Get in the car."

Fu Yijie didn't say anything else, and followed to the car.

Fu Kun took two steps and stopped, looked back at him, went around to the back door of the car, took out his mobile phone from the back seat, pressed it a few times and glanced at him: "Is that what you're doing? "

"What?" Fu Yijie asked calmly.

"Lin Yuanyuan is the little girl I hired to sell the goods." Fu Kun pressed a few more times on the phone, and threw it to Fu Yijie, "Delete it after reading it."

Fu Yijie didn't want to look at Fu Kun's phone at first, but after Fu Kun threw it away like this, he could only reach out to pick it up.

What was displayed on the screen was the outbox. Fu Kun didn't reply to Lin Yuanyuan's latest text message, but the next two did.

do not know.

No need to.

Fu Yijie suddenly felt that his fever not only burned his face black, but also burned his brain.

Looking at Fu Kun's two replies, he raised his head in embarrassment, his face was burning hot, what a shame!

"Just a kid who just graduated from a vocational high school," Fu Kun said, "Works hard and has a sweet mouth, so I'll stay here, don't think about it."

"Didn't you think too much?" Fu Yijie walked over sullenly and opened the door to get in the car. He put his coat on his body indiscriminately, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Okay, I'm thinking too much," Fu Kun also got into the car, and said while fastening his seat belt, "I'm so busy now, I don't have time to think about little girls, I don't have time, and... I'm not in the mood."

"Oh." Fu Yijie closed his eyes, still immersed in a feeling of shame and couldn't extricate himself.

Fu Yijie didn't eat much along the way, but this time he really couldn't eat any more, so he kept drinking hot water in Fu Kun's thermos cup, and went to the toilet when he passed the rest stop, and then got a cup of hot water.

Fu Kun didn't eat much in the first place, but when he had a fever, Fu Kun basically didn't eat or drink much water all the way.

When the car drove into the city, Fu Yijie sat up, adjusted the car seat, packed his coat and stuffed it back into his bag, and scratched his hair in the mirror behind the sun visor.

Fu Kun stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, it wasn't as hot as in the morning, but the fever still hasn't subsided completely: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's ready," Fu Yijie rubbed his face, grinning his teeth in the mirror, "It seems that his face isn't dark anymore?"

"There are dark circles around the eyes," Fu Kun looked at him, "It looks haggard at first glance, my mother will definitely cry."

"How could I sleep the night before going home? It's normal to have dark circles." Fu Yijie stared at the mirror with wide eyes.

Fu Kun's hand holding the steering wheel was tight, and Fu Yijie was trying to adjust his state. This made him feel very distressed. He wanted to say something, but he still didn't speak in the end.

The car drove slowly when I got home today, and it was dark when I got home. Just as Fu Yijie got out of the car, before he took out his bag from the back seat, he heard his mother screaming from above.

"One jie! Two babies——" the mother screamed brightly, with joy.

"Mom—" Fu Yijie didn't have time to raise his head, so he hurriedly called out as well, then raised his head and waved desperately to the balcony on the seventh floor.

His mother's figure was very blurry and he couldn't see clearly, but he could imagine her expression from the way she waved her hands, and a warm feeling rushed up immediately, all the way to the corners of his eyes.

He pressed his eyes, but he didn't bother to take the bag, he rushed into the corridor and ran upstairs.

When Fu Kun entered the door with his bag, his mother was holding Fu Yijie's face and muttering that she wanted to kill her mother. As soon as she saw Fu Kun enter the door, she yelled: "Why does your brother have a fever!"

"Hey," Fu Yijie put his arms around his mother, "Don't tell me you won't trouble my brother?"

"Forgot," Mom patted his hand, "Okay, don't bother your brother, didn't you buy medicine, remember to eat later, Mom will serve the dishes."

"Let me set it up." Dad smiled and walked out of the kitchen carrying the plate.

"By the way, I brought some things back." Fu Yijie took the big bag containing gifts from Fu Kun, put it on the sofa and opened it, "But it was all bought blindly, I asked Jiang Song to accompany me We bought them together, neither of us are good at picking..."

"Hey——" Mom leaned over to look at the bag, "You can bring us a stone back, and Mom is also happy, so many things cost a lot of money!"

"It's not much, it's all...my brother's money." Fu Yijie was a little embarrassed.

"If it's given to you, it's yours." Fu Kun smiled, and carried Fu Yijie's luggage into the room.

After putting down the bag, he let out a long sigh of relief by leaning on the sandbag, and looked at the things in the house. After Fu Yijie went to college, Fu Yijie's things in the house had basically not been moved, and they were all placed in their original positions , even half of the books he read the night before he left were still opened on the table.

Every time Fu Kun returned to the house, he felt that Fu Yijie was still at home. This illusion sometimes made him very depressed. He wanted to clean up Fu Yijie's things several times, but in the end he didn't do it.

"Brother," Fu Yijie opened the door and walked in, holding a small long box in his hand, and walked to his side, "This is for you."

"How many things did you buy?" Fu Kun smiled, and took a look at the box. He often saw this kind of box, and the small jewelry sellers in Datong used this kind of box to hold necklaces, bracelets and so on.

"I didn't buy this, I..." Fu Yijie suddenly lowered his head and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I made it, it's kind of ugly."

"What did you do? What is it?" Fu Kun opened the box, and was stunned when he saw the bracelet inside.

This is a bracelet made of thread, which was very popular in middle school.Use strands of thread to tie knots back and forth, one knot at a time, two colors of thread, the one that is knotted upright is the base color, and the one that is knotted in the opposite direction is another color, you can use reverse knots to spell out letters one by one.

This is a technical job. Girls with dexterous hands can weave beautiful patterns and letters, but those with clumsy hands will have crooked edges and letters.

According to the average level, Fu Yijie's bracelet is not very well knitted. It is definitely below the average line. The pinyin of the names of Kun and Fu Yijie, separated by a circle.

Fu Kun stared at the bracelet for a long time, speechless.

Although the workmanship was not very good, Fu Kun didn't know how Fu Yijie could patiently tie these knots which were about the size of sesame seeds one by one.

"How long have you been making this up?" Fu Kun squeezed the bracelet very hard.

"It didn't take long, I just lay down on the bed and weave for a while every day after turning off the lights." Fu Yijie touched the bracelet, "For half a month, I made a mistake in the middle, and I took it apart and re-made it one by one with a compass needle, isn't it a little bit Ugly?"

"It's not ugly, I like dark blue," Fu Kun compared the bracelet on his hand, "help me fasten it."

Fu Yijie took the bracelet and tied it on Fu Kun's wrist. He didn't tell Fu Kun that the circle in the middle was a heart shape at first, but after weaving it, he felt it was too obvious. He was afraid that Fu Kun wouldn't wear it. It was a little crooked, like a peach, and it was disassembled and re-weaved into a circle.

"Actually..." Fu Yijie lowered his head and fastened his bracelet, "I even bought you a razor, this thing doesn't look like a gift."

Fu Kun didn't speak, he saw that Fu Yijie's fingers were shaking slightly as he pinched the dead button.

"Brother," Fu Yijie hooked the bracelet with his finger and gently pulled it, his hand drooped, looking a little weak, "You and your parents have been very spoiled by me since you were young, so... I probably... I'm not sensible Yes, it's... I..."

It was very difficult for Fu Yijie to speak, and the hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists, as if making up his mind: "I mean, there are some things I'm too..."

Fu Kun still didn't speak. He saw Fu Yijie's current state, as if someone was stabbing his heart bit by bit with a knife, not deep or shallow, and each knife was exactly on the part he couldn't bear the most. Location.

"I'll hold back." Fu Yijie looked up and looked into his eyes, "I'll hold back, although I don't know if it will work, but I will try... try my best."

After Fu Yijie finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the edge of the tatami, knelt down slowly, supported the tatami with his hands, and lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

Fu Kun leaned against the table, and Fu Yijie's words tore apart the calm and calm he had been trying to maintain.

There are some things that he doesn't want to say clearly, he's not stupid, but some things can't be faced with a single sentence, once the last layer of cover is removed, it may become a mess, then how to deal with it redeem?

But now, his younger brother, whom he pampered like a treasure since he was a child, was used to caring for him for fear that he would be a little bit unhappy or not going his way, right in front of him, suppressing the pain in his heart, saying, I'm sorry.

He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart now, the double torment, being surrounded by all sides with no way out, this feeling made him almost unable to breathe.

He looked at Fu Yijie's back, walked over slowly, bent down behind Fu Yijie, and squeezed Fu Yijie's shoulder.

"Yijie," he called Fu Yijie, "it's time to eat."

"Yeah." Fu Yijie turned around and sat on the tatami in a daze, his hair messed up even after he was scratching it neatly in the car.

Fu Kun reached out to straighten his hair, Fu Yijie suddenly grabbed his hand, and called out in a low voice: "Brother."

This "brother" made Fu Kun immediately think of Fu Yijie's appearance when he first came home, the pitiful and timid "brother".

"I'm sorry," Fu Kun knelt down, put his arms around Fu Yijie's head, and gently grabbed his hair with his fingers, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

At the end of the series of sorry, Fu Kun burst into tears uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yijie, I'm sorry," he hugged Fu Yijie tightly, "I'm sorry..."

When warm tears dripped on Fu Yijie's neck, he froze.

Fu Kun's sorry, he couldn't understand it accurately, it seemed to have no meaning, and seemed to be full of all kinds of unspeakable content, but the tears were so real that it shocked him.

Fu Kun cried, his brother cried.

The brother who had never shed tears since he was a child, the carefree brother who never seemed to be upset about anything, cried.

At this moment, Fu Yijie was at a loss, his mind was in chaos.

"Brother, don't scare me," Fu Yijie came back to his senses and hugged Fu Kun's waist, rubbing his back vigorously. When he was crying, Fu Kun often comforted him like this, and every time he could let him Feel at ease, "It's all my fault, it's my fault..."

Fu Kun didn't speak, and grabbed his head hard, pulling his hair a little painfully.

"It's time to eat!" My mother shouted in the living room, "What are you two doing, you want to chat after eating! What a big nest of soy elbows—"

Fu Kun let go of him abruptly, stood up, pulled a tissue to wipe his face, and said nasally in his voice, "Go eat."

Before Fu Yijie could stand up, Fu Kun had already opened the bedroom door and walked out.

"Hey Kunzi," my mother looked at him in surprise, "Are you... crying?"

"Yeah," Fu Kun entered the bathroom, "I'm crying."

"What's the matter, what is this?" My mother turned her head to look at Fu Yijie who had just come out of the house worriedly, "Did you beat your brother to tears?"

"I..." Fu Yijie didn't know what to say.

"He dares," Fu Kun said while washing his face in the bathroom, "Lend him 86 guts and let him beat me up, let's see if he dares."

Fu Yijie smiled, and sat down in his old seat beside the table: "Don't dare."

"Why is your brother crying?" My mother sat down next to Fu Yijie worriedly, and said in a low voice, "I never cried when I was chased and bitten by a dog when I was a child. I haven't seen your brother cry yet, but I opened my eyes today."

"Don't ask me about it." Dad took three glasses and lined up in front of him, and poured wine into them. "Your son can't cry once."

"Oh, it's the first time I've seen you. It's alright if I look at the freshman and ask?" My mother said a little unconvinced, but didn't continue to ask.

"It's been a long time since I saw you." Fu Kun came out of the bathroom, washed his face, and seemed to have returned to his usual appearance, "My mother is crying and bald in secret, let me join in the fun."

"I hate it!" Mom slapped him, turned her face and saw three glasses filled with wine in front of Dad, "Comrade Fu Jianguo, what are you doing? Who else should I get?"

"My youngest son's." Dad smiled and pushed the wine glass in front of Fu Kun and Fu Yijie, "Let him have a drink with his father."

Mom ran into the kitchen and took a cup and put it in front of Dad: "Then his wife wants half a cup too."

This meal was very satisfying. When Fu Yijie started to gnaw on the sauced elbow, his mother touched his forehead, and the fever had subsided.

Fu Yijie hadn't eaten his mother's dishes for a long time. He ate half of a big pot of pork knuckles, and he drank all the glass of wine his father poured for him.

When Dad was about to pour it for him again, Fu Kun took his cup away: "Old Comrade Fu, are you so excited that you still let him drink?"

"I'm fine," Fu Yijie felt slightly dizzy, but it was completely different from the last time he was drinking at school. This kind of dizziness made him feel very comfortable. He put his arm on Fu Kun's shoulder and waved his chopsticks , "I'm going to drink with my father today!"

Fu Kun laughed: "They're all so virtuous and still clamoring."

"Really!" Fu Yijie grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself another glass, "Drinking it at home is different, it's very smooth."

Fu Kun didn't stop him anymore, the family didn't eat and talk like this for several months, and my father didn't even drink much wine this time around.

After the meal, Fu Yijie and his father were both drunk, his father made a pot of tea and lay down on the rocking chair and drank slowly, while Fu Yijie lay on the sofa and sang to his mother.

All the songs are in English, the songs Fu Yijie listens to are all in English, Fu Kun can't understand a word anyway, and my mother also drinks a lot, laughing all the time, probably not listening, just looking at Fu Yijie is enough for her Happy for days.

Fu Kun is probably the only one in the family who is still in a normal state. He cleared the table, returned to the living room after washing the dishes, and shook his mother's shoulder: "Old baby, I suggest you let your second baby go to sleep." .”

"Ah, yes, I heard that he is singing out of tune." Mom patted Fu Yijie's buttocks, "Son, go to sleep."

"I haven't finished singing yet!" Fu Yijie sat up with his arms propped up, and knelt on the sofa. He swayed as soon as he knelt down and fell directly to the ground.

Fu Kun hurried over to block it with his body, and dragged Fu Yijie up by his arm: "Go back to the room and sing for me."

"Okay!" Fu Yijie leaned against him, "Do you understand me?"

"can understand."

Fu Kun dragged Fu Yijie into the room and threw him on the tatami: "If you want to vomit, tell me in advance, so I can make you go to the toilet."

"Yeah." Fu Yijie put on a big face and rushed down on his stomach.

"Go to sleep." Fu Kun opened the cabinet door, planning to take his clothes and take a shower.

Fu Yijie turned over suddenly: "I want to take a shower."

"Wash your ass, get up and wash it tomorrow." Fu Kun glanced at him.

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going to take a shower." Fu Yijie shook and wanted to get up again, "It's been a long day in the car, and you're covered in sweat."

"Can you stand up?" Fu Kun felt helpless while holding the clothes.

"You help me." Fu Yijie shook and fell back on the pillow.