Zhu Mu Lang Ma

After being educated by his mother, the loyal classmate Fu Kun lay down in front of the table in the hut and began to do his homework seriously after eating, while his parents chatted while watching TV in the living room.

In fact, the homework is not too much, it is nothing more than copying the text to fill in the blanks and make a sentence, and then do the four arithmetic.But although he can write with his left hand, it's still awkward to do it the other way around, and he can't write from right to left, so he doesn't want to do his homework because of this.

I usually owe homework once in a while, and after my hand hurts, I just stop writing.

Fu Yijie had been lying quietly by the table to watch him do his homework. His mother told him to watch TV, but he didn't go.

Fu Kun wanted to watch it, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was on TV, and it happened to be playing the part of East Evil and West Poison since yesterday, so he was very itchy.But he gritted his teeth and held on, who made him promise his mother to do his homework, and besides, it was almost the end of the term, and his mother would not let him watch TV all the time.

But this TV station is quite annoying, every time it starts broadcasting at the time of the final exam, counting the rebroadcasts, it has been three times, he didn't watch it all in a daze!

"A bit," Fu Kun put down his pen and stretched, "Don't you watch TV?"

"Don't read." Fu Yijie lay on the table with his hands on his face. He just lay there and stared at Fu Kun. He watched as long as Fu Kun wrote.

"Hey, some people want to see it but they don't have to, and some people can see it but don't." Fu Kun sighed, but soon smiled again, "Actually, I can see it if I want to. I have a magic weapon."

Fu Kun gently opened the drawer and took out a periscope.

Fu Yijie finally changed his posture and leaned over to stare at the thing in his hand.

"Periscope," Fu Kun said in a low voice, "I can see things that turn a corner. The teacher in the handicraft class taught me how to make it. Just look at it..."

Fu Kun secretly stretched out the periscope from the door, facing the TV, raised his chin at Fu Yijie: "Look."

Fu Yijie leaned over to take a look, his eyes immediately widened, and he turned around: "I see."

"It's fun," Fu Kun smiled, and handed him the periscope, "You can play."

Fu Yijie was very quiet, no matter whether he was watching Fu Kun or watching TV, there was no sound at all.

Fu Kun was thinking while doing his homework that his mother would definitely like such a kid, and his mother kept saying that he was too naughty, and that he was so annoying that her brains were boiling.

However, it doesn't count that he gave away his toys, his space, and snatched the dumplings and mice. Fu Kun also thinks that Fu Yijie is very cute, especially today when he went to plead with his mother.

"A bit," Fu Kun dropped the pen, turned his head and wanted to praise Fu Yijie again, but the periscope paper tube in front of him startled him, almost facing his face, "What are you doing?"

"Look at you." Fu Yijie replied with one eye narrowed.

"It's fine if you can't see it directly. How about you shoot and aim?" Fu Kun pulled away the periscope facing his face somewhat inexplicably.

"If you look at it this way, you can only see your face." Fu Yijie replied in a low voice.

"Ah?" Fu Kun took the periscope and looked at Fu Yijie. Because of the short distance, only Fu Yijie's face could be seen in the mirror, "Really."

For Fu Yijie, who had never had any toys, this periscope was very fun. He held it in his hand all night, and he didn't let go of it even when he went to bed.

"I like it so much? I'll make you a better one next time. This one is made of cardboard boxes, and it's not strong," Fu Kun leaned on his arm, and it made him very successful to receive such treatment for the things he made casually in the handicraft class. Feeling, "Let me make you one with toothpaste skin."

"Yes." Fu Yijie hugged the periscope with his eyes closed.

"Go to sleep, I'm so sleepy." Fu Kun closed his eyes.

Fu Yijie lost his voice.

After a few minutes, Fu Kun felt Fu Yijie's hand reach out and pinch the side of his pants.

Fu Kun didn't move, he didn't know what Fu Yijie was going to do.

After pinching for a while, Fu Yijie pinched the two layers of cloth on the hem of his trousers together and began to rub them lightly.

"What are you doing?" Fu Kun asked him softly.

"Xiao Mo." Fu Yijie also replied softly.

"Xiao Mo? A thief."

Fu Yijie didn't speak, but withdrew his hand, and started to rub the pillow towel instead.

Fu Kun thought about it for a while, and guessed that the word "Xiao Mo" was a special term Fu Yijie used for his rubbing cloth.

"Why do you have to touch it?" Fu Kun touched his hand.

"I can't sleep without touching it." Fu Yijie replied, still rubbing his fingers gently.

"Let me read you a jingle, and you will fall asleep after listening to it."

"Ah."

Fu Kun thought for a while and began to read in a low voice: "The little bean buns in the first grade, jump up and down, and the small water bowl in the second grade, poke one eye..."

Fu Yijie didn't speak, and continued to rub the pillow towel.

"Little fool sitting on the gate, crying for a daughter-in-law. Why do you want a daughter-in-law? Light the lamp, talk, blow the lamp, and be your companion. I will braid your pigtails tomorrow morning..." Fu Kun changed another one.

"Your wife braids for you?" Fu Yijie didn't understand.

"...Forget it, you'd better rub it." Fu Kun sighed.

"En." Fu Yijie responded, rubbing the pillow towel with his fingers.

Fu Kun laughed: "What kind of habit is this? Is it my trousers or the pillow towel?"

"Pants."

"I'm still picking materials," Fu Kun smiled for a long time, and took Fu Yijie's hand, "Then you rub my pants."

"Yeah." Fu Yijie pinched the hem of his trousers again, after rubbing for a long time, his hands stopped slowly, and he fell asleep.

In the morning, Fu Kun was dragged out of bed by his mother as usual, but today he didn't struggle because Fu Yijie was also dragged out by his mother in the same way.

"Today is Yijie's first day at school..." Mom put the breakfast on the table.

"Where's my dad?" Fu Kun poked his head into the back room.

"Morning shift, I'll be out at 05:30," my mother originally wanted to help Fu Yijie get dressed, but Fu Yijie put on the clothes quickly, and Fu Kun, whose arms were not good, tossed for a long time. Put the sweater on halfway, and she went over to help pull it up, "You take your brother and send him to the classroom, you know?"

"En." Fu Kun nodded.

"After class, if you have time, go to their class to see if there is anything wrong with him, you know?"

"Ah."

"After school..."

"Hey," Fu Kun walked out with a toothbrush impatiently, "When I was in kindergarten, I used to walk back and forth by myself, why does he have so many things to do?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" My mother shouted behind me.

When I returned to the house after washing, my mother was making milk. After putting the milk powder in the cup, she turned to get the thermos.

Fu Yijie saw the small half cup of milk powder, picked it up, scooped it up with a spoon, and put it into his mouth.

When Fu Kun saw it, he quickly turned around and planned to go out, but his mother grabbed him by the collar: "Student Fu Kun!"

"What are you doing!" Fu Kun struggled.

"Tell me honestly, how did you give Yijie the milk yesterday!"

"I just eat milk powder, what's the matter, I didn't drink it when it was too late," Fu Kun glanced at Fu Yijie, Fu Yijie looked at him, stopped scooping milk powder, and seemed to understand that milk powder is not eaten like this He had no choice but to add, "Don't I usually eat malted milk..."

"Can it be the same! The milk powder is so indigestible, and the nutrition can't be absorbed! It's still getting angry," the mother sighed, and poured hot water into the cup, "Yijie, the milk has to be washed with water, and I will drink it next month." I ordered milk for both of you, and you can just drink it directly, as expected, your brother is still unreliable, so don't follow him."

Fu Kun and Sun Wei usually go to school together, a bicycle is just enough, but it is different if there is an extra Fu Yijie, the front bumper of the women's bicycle is so oblique that no one can sit on it, so they have to sit on the back.

Sun Wei's driving skills are poor, if Fu Kun's hand was not injured, he would not be able to ride a bicycle to take people, and he would not be able to ride a bicycle to take two people, but if Fu Kun took Fu Yijie and Sun Wei by bicycle... Sun Wei would be fine No objection, but Fu Yijie was obviously unwilling, and kept leaning against Fu Kun and refused to be next to Sun Wei.

"What should I do?" Sun Wei was quite depressed, his sister was not so troublesome, and Sun Xiao always walked to school by herself, so it didn't make people worry at all.

"You run along." Fu Kun waved his hand, half-carrying Fu Yijie and put him on the back seat.

"Ah? I won't take you like this!" Sun Wei was angry, "How many years have I been in love with you, you let me run behind the car because of a younger brother who just came to your house for two days?"

"Run for 5 minutes alone," Fu Kun got into the car, "Don't you have a watch, hold it, I'll come down and run later."

Taking Fu Yijie to school on the first day, Fu Kun and Sun Wei ran to the school in 5 minutes alone.

Fu Yijie was quite comfortable, sitting on the back seat looking around and shaking his legs.

When we arrived at school, Sun Wei was at a loss for words: "We... we have to think about it... this... this..."

"He is afraid of life," Fu Kun responded. He has climbed walls, climbed trees, fought and escaped since he was a child. He is in good health. It is not difficult for him to run this way. Run away, you are too good."

"How long did it take him to get to know him, and he hasn't called me brother hi until now." Sun Wei has no hope for the future running years.

"Hello, brother." Fu Yijie slid down from the back seat, turned his head and called out.

"Hey, I'm screaming," Sun Wei wiped his nose happily, "Hello."

Fu Kun sent Fu Yijie to the door of Class [-], Grade [-], and Teacher Yu was already waiting.

"Go, I'm going back to our classroom," Fu Kun turned to leave, but Fu Yijie grabbed his hand, and he turned around, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yijie didn't speak, but held onto his hand tightly.

Fu Kun sighed, bent down, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, I'll be upstairs with you, I'll come down to find you after class, and I'll beat anyone who bullies you."

When he said the last sentence, Fu Kun felt that he was really awesome, like the boss.

Fu Yijie reluctantly let go, and was led into the classroom by Teacher Yu.

When the first class was over, Fu Kun originally wanted to go downstairs to see Fu Yijie, but Mr. Li caught him because he drew little people fighting in the textbook during Chinese class, and he was taken away after class. He was lecturing in the corridor, and after 5 minutes of lecturing, Mr. Li didn't stop.

Fu Kun was a little anxious, it wasn't a matter of seeing Fu Yijie or not, it was a matter of the boss's credit.

He leaned on the railing of the corridor, poked his head out and looked down, and saw Fu Yijie at a glance. All the students in the school were wearing blue school uniforms, only Fu Yijie didn't have a school uniform, and the little red padded jacket was particularly conspicuous.

Fu Yijie was standing at the bottom of the corridor looking up, his hat was about to fall off.

This made Fu Kun feel very uncomfortable. When he was about to wave to Fu Yijie, Teacher Li pushed him: "What are you looking at? If you don't concentrate on listening in class, now you are not punished to stand, so I will educate you, you Don't listen! Shame on your face!"

"I know I was wrong." Fu Kun doesn't like Teacher Li, she is snobbish, whoever has an official and some money, she smiles like relatives, but she is especially fierce towards other students Well, all the students in the class were so scolded by her that they would hide when they saw her, and some of them would cry on the spot when they heard her ask her to go to the office, and they all called her Li Yanwang.

Normally, it was impossible for Fu Kun to admit his mistake to her so quickly. He wanted to go down quickly, and he didn't want Fu Yijie to feel that he couldn't do what his brother promised.

"What's wrong? Don't try to deal with it! Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Li Yanwang seemed to have no intention of letting him go.

Fu Kun's anger rose immediately. To be honest, it is common for him to talk back to the teacher, but yesterday his mother just talked to him. He originally wanted to be honest for a few days, but he couldn't help it to Li Yanwang: "You Ask me? You picked me up and scolded me, shouldn't you tell me what I did wrong!"

"Fu Kun!" Li Yanwang's eyes widened. Few in the whole grade dared to stand up to the teacher like this. This is the only "recidivist" like Fu Kun. She almost pointed her fingers at Fu Kun's face. , "What are you studying! Get out of school! Go sell vegetables on the street! What!"

"If you don't go, you won't go, and you don't want to go!" Fu Kun walked towards the stairs without any hesitation, "Don't look down on the vegetable seller, you don't eat vegetables!"

As soon as he entered the stairs, Fu Kun couldn't care less about what Li Yanwang was still yelling at the back, and jumped up and down to the first floor.

Fu Yijie was still standing where he was, looking up desperately.

"A bit," Fu Kun ran over and shook his hand in front of his eyes, "I'm still watching."

"Brother!" Fu Yijie laughed as soon as he saw him, and his brother called out very loudly.

"Isn't it cold? Why run outside and stand there." Fu Kun tugged at his collar.

Fu Yijie just laughed and didn't speak, Fu Kun looked at him for a long time: "What are you laughing at, what's so ridiculous, go in, you will line up after school, I will wait for you."

"En." Fu Yijie nodded.

Fu Yijie returned to the classroom slowly. Fu Kun stood outside the classroom door for 2 minutes before the class bell rang.

He didn't go back to his classroom, and stayed in the stairs for a while with his neck curled up. He waited for the teacher on duty to pass by before slipping out, and quickly ran to the small playground behind the teaching building. Through this playground was the old school wall. They are all made of red bricks, about two meters high.For Fu Kun, the fence was like nothing. He was tall, about the same as a fifth or sixth grader, and he could climb out with just a few kicks.

However, he has never climbed over the wall since his hand was injured. Today, he found that turning over with one hand is still a bit difficult. He used his chin to help him twice on the top of the wall before he could turn over. His chin was hit by broken bricks a bit. It hurts.

"Who wants to go to class, what a fart." He rubbed his chin, muttered softly, and walked down the side street.

Fu Kun didn't play truant very much, he was different from Wang Zhiqiang's group, but as long as he played truant, he usually went to only one place.

The game hall at the corner of the street.

The owner of the game hall is a middle-aged man with a scary big black dragon tattooed on his hand, which looks like a sleeve, but he is not fierce. Fu Kun doesn't know his last name, but he just calls him Uncle Long.

As soon as Uncle Long saw Fu Kun, the expression on his face was a little painful.

"Kun Zi, you played truant?" Uncle Long sat behind the counter with a distorted expression on his face while smoking a cigarette.

"Well, let's play for a while." Fu Kun took out a dollar from his pocket and put it on the table.

Uncle Long sighed, put out his cigarette, and poked the dollar with his finger: "How many coins do you want?"

"One." Fu Kun replied.

"Just one more?" Uncle Long was very helpless.

"Why, not for sale," Fu Kun leaned against the counter, "Hurry up."

"Your hands are like this, can you play?"

"I play simple."

Uncle Long threw him a coin and gave him [-] cents.

He really didn't want to sell coins to Fu Kun. He felt a little headache when he saw this kid. He welcomes other elementary school students to play. They are all here to give money. A coin will be gone in a few minutes.

Just Fu Kun, one coin can last for a long time, and one coin can pass the customs when you are in a good mood.

There are a total of eight machines in his game room, and Fu Kun can take up one machine for two cents. When he sees Fu Kun, he feels depressed. He can't drive him out. If he can get out, he can just throw it in the game room if he has nothing to do. Stones, four times a day, throw away and run away.

Fu Kun took the coins, found a machine and sat down. He usually likes to play Street Fighter, but today his hand is not convenient, so he decided to play something simple.

When Uncle Long saw the screen of the Xingyun fighter, he sighed. Fortunately, there were few people at the moment.

Fu Kun couldn't remember the time when he was playing. When he reached the last level, he heard someone next to him say, let's go to dinner. It's past twelve o'clock.

He was stunned for a moment, the plane that had just left was knocked down by a cannonball, he didn't care about it, he turned his head and shouted at Uncle Long: "What time is it, Uncle Long!"

"Twelve twenty." Uncle Long looked at his watch.

"Ah—" Fu Kun roared, jumped up from the stool, and rushed out of the game hall.

School ends at 11:30!It's an hour now!

When Fu Kun ran to school, his legs were a little weak, and when he thought of Fu Yijie looking upstairs with his face up, he always wanted to wrestle.

On Fu Yijie's first day at school, he didn't know anyone, and he only walked twice from home to school...

If something happened to this, he didn't have to go home, he would have to be chopped into stuffing by his parents when he got home!

When he rushed to the school gate, he glanced around, there was no one there, the school gate had been closed, leaving only a small gate, and the uncle who was watching the gate was sweeping the snow.

When did it snow?It's still snowing!

"What's the matter! It's not time yet, don't go in!" Seeing that Fu Kun was about to rush in, the uncle immediately stopped him.

"Master, is there anyone left yet?" Fu Kun was so breathless that his throat was dry, and he yelled through the gate, "A bit——"

"No, they're all gone, I've checked the classroom, what time is it..."

Fu Kun rushed to the carport, took his bicycle and rode home. It had been an hour. Maybe Fu Yijie had already gone home. The road team could only disband when they walked two streets away from his house. Fu Yijie If you remember the way, you can walk home in 10 minutes.

But can he remember?

Will he still be waiting there?

All kinds of terrifying imaginations flashed through Fu Kun's mind, taking pictures of flowers, eating children...

Fu Kun, your mother was right about you, it's so fucking unreliable!

You lost my brother on the first day of school!