Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Chen Li's words sounded very casual, but Fu Kun suddenly didn't know how to respond. He lowered his head and picked up a tube of seasoning at hand and squeezed it onto the plate. He took a piece of sushi and stuffed it randomly. into the mouth.

Just after taking a bite, a gust of cool wind blew, and Tianling Gai was almost blown away by the gust of cool wind.

"Damn it," Fu Kun lay down on the table, tears came out, his nose felt cold while inhaling, "It's mustard..."

Chen Li laughed so hard that she covered her mouth to prevent the fish fillet she just put into her mouth from falling out.

"Revenge you, don't remind me." It took Fu Kun a long time to recover. What he can't stand the most is the smell of mustard. Just licking it is enough for him to cry for a while. This big lump made him almost My son didn't really cry.

"You are colorblind, who would think this green mess is ketchup?" Chen Li pushed the water glass in front of him, "You are seriously distracted."

"Really," Fu Kun rubbed his eyes, "Hey, tell me what you've been doing for so long."

"To change the subject, you... me, it's quite simple to say that," Chen Li smiled, "I dropped out of school and went homeless."

Fu Kun glared at her while drinking water: "Are you begging for food all the way?"

"You mouth!" Chen Li kicked him, but after laughing for a while, the expression on her face gradually became serious, "But it was really hard work. In the beginning, my grandma secretly sent me money. Woolen cloth."

"Why are you bothering? The family is so worried." Fu Kun sighed.

"I'll just be self-willed this time. I'm young and ignorant," Chen Li also sighed, "But! I'm finally looking good now, and I'll make them proud of me soon."

"How does it look?" Fu Kun sized her up.

"Now I'm taking photos and writing manuscripts for magazines," Chen Li stuffed a piece of sushi into her mouth, "I've already started getting paid for the manuscripts, and I'm one step closer to the life I want."

"You really..." Fu Kun looked at her, Chen Li was really willing to let go.

"The manuscript fee is not much, so I will work harder and try to reach a higher level next year," Chen Li rubbed her hands, "I think you should be able to understand that people will only go all out when they are doing what they want to do , not afraid of suffering, not afraid of tiredness, not afraid of eating sand."

"En." Fu Kun nodded with a smile.

The two ate and chatted, listening to Chen Li talking about the places she had traveled during this time, which were thrilling and exciting, and it was obvious that Chen Li was having a very happy time now.

He has always wanted to go out and have fun, and he wants to take his parents on a happy trip after they have time to rest, and he also wants...to take Fu Yijie around during the holidays.

Thinking of Fu Yijie, he suddenly felt a little bored again, he didn't pay attention to what Chen Li said.

"Fu Kun," Chen Li suddenly shook the sliced ​​fish in front of his eyes, "Are you worried?"

The mustard smell on the fish slices rushed into Fu Kun's nose unceremoniously, he suddenly recovered and hid: "Can you be a little girl?"

"Cut," Chen Li smiled, put the fish fillet back on the plate, held her chin, and blinked at him a few times, "Brother Fu Kun, do you have something on your mind?"

"Tantou," Fu Kun looked at her and smiled, "One day you can get married like this, I will definitely give you a big red envelope."

Chen Li laughed for a long time, took out a mirror from her bag and took a picture of herself: "Hey, it's really dark, the desert makes people old."

Fu Kun smiled and didn't speak. A girl like Chen Li who was as big as a stadium could see that she had something on her mind, so he was a little surprised.

The moment Chen Li asked him, he had an urge to tell all about himself.

Chen Li is a very close friend, but they don't see each other every day, and their lives don't intersect. Chen Li always said that their friendship is considered a "spiritual friendship", and this kind of relationship is very suitable for him to talk about.

But even if this is the case, it takes as much courage to say these things that he can't think about or dare to think too much about, than to face them.

"Fu Kun," Chen Li twirled her finger on the edge of the empty plate in front of her, "I think, you belong to the kind of person who basically doesn't care about anything, and things that can make you worry Less, right?"

"En." Fu Kun responded.

"Things that make you distracted while chatting..." Chen Li thought for a while, "If you are willing to talk, I'll listen to it. If you say that it's useless for us to be a couple, then send a confidante to you. I had a good time."

Fu Kun leaned back in his chair and stared at the mustard on the table for a long time: "I really can't say anything about it, I don't know how to say it, and it's not about me alone."

Yes, can't say, can't say.

If it was just his own business, he might not think so much, but there is also Fu Yijie, Fu Yijie carefully kept a secret in his heart that even he did not reveal easily, he could not tell another person .

Fu Yijie likes men, or rather, likes... In short, this is a secret that has been pressed on Fu Yijie for many years, and it is a secret that Fu Yijie will not reveal to others easily. respect.

"That's it," Chen Li nodded, "Understood, then shall I say something nonsense to comfort you?"

"Say." Fu Kun looked at her with a smile.

"You said it's not about you alone, so I'll assume it's about two people. Generally speaking, it's about feelings." Chen Li held her chin, "Emotional things are the most annoying, and I can't love you." , dare not love, it’s nothing more than these messes, right.”

Fu Kun didn't speak.

"My nonsense is, if you can let it go, let it go, if you can't let it go, just stand up, if you can't stand it, just go all out, it's better than dying of depression."

"Then there's no way to fight it out." Fu Kun said after a long silence.

"Maintain the status quo, then, just like I treat you," Chen Li waved her hand, "I won't feel it after a long time."

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned.

"For example, when I treat you now," Chen Li patted him on the shoulder, "there's only buddy friendship left, and it's still the kind of being squeezed by you back and forth."

The two smirked face to face for a long time before Fu Kun let out a long sigh: "Hey——"

"Kunzi, I'm serious, if you want to talk to someone someday, call me," Chen Li patted her chest seriously, "I'll be a good listener, I don't dare to give opinions, but I'm sure Let you breathe comfortably."

Fu Kun looked at her seriously: "Thank you, good buddy."

After dinner, Fu Kun drove Chen Li back home. While driving home, he kept thinking about what Chen Li said, which seemed to make sense, but also seemed to be just nonsense.

Before entering the house, he took two breaths and suppressed all the messy thoughts in his mind before taking out the key and opening the door.

The TV was on at home, and his parents were sitting on the sofa playing checkers. He glanced into the bedroom, but he didn't see Fu Yijie, so he couldn't help but ask, "Where's the piece?"

"After dinner, I said to go to the bookstore." Mom looked up at the clock, "It's time to come back now, it's all closed."

"Oh." Fu Kun stood in the living room for a while, his parents continued to play chess and ignored him, so he had to turn around and go into the room to get clothes to take a shower.

When he opened the cabinet door to take out his clothes, he thought of what happened last night for no reason, and suddenly felt a sense of loss, and he lost the courage to take a bath, afraid that he would not be able to control what was in his mind.

He threw down his clothes, took Fu Yijie's suitcase, and took out the clothes that Fu Yijie brought back one by one and hung them in the closet.

Fu Yijie's clothes are basically the ones he brought with him. He didn't buy new ones. He picked out every one of them. Now that I think about it, I have always cared about Fu Yijie's image. How can I dress up so that Fu Yijie Jie is more handsome and good-looking, and he has always cared about it.

Do other brothers treat their younger brothers like this?

Is it?

"Hey!" Fu Kun felt annoyed for a while, hugged Fu Yijie's clothes and threw himself into the closet, not wanting to move anymore.

I don't know how long I've been lying in the closet like this, but Fu Kun heard the bedroom door slam, and just as he was thinking about it, Fu Yijie's voice came from behind him: "Are you sleeping more and more creatively?"

"Tired." Fu Kun quickly stood up straight, rolled up Fu Yijie's overcoat and threw it into the cabinet, took his own change of clothes, turned around and was about to go out.

Fu Yijie grabbed his arm, reached out and took out his overcoat from the cabinet, looked at it before turning his head: "Brother."

"Why?" Fu Kun shrank in his heart.

"What do you think I am doing?" Fu Yijie stared at him.

Fu Kun bit his lips: "You don't remember anything after just one night?"

"I remember everything." Fu Yijie replied.

Fu Kun's "I don't remember" and Fu Yijie's "I remember" seemed to mean different things, so Fu Kun could only look at his hands: "Then what are you doing?"

"No reason." Fu Yijie continued to stare at him for a while, let go of his hands, and shook his coat, "Didn't you tell me that this dress must be hung up, or it won't wrinkle."

"Then I didn't sleep, do you understand? Hang it up yourself." Fu Kun grabbed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom quickly. When he passed the living room, his mother yelled that his father was cheating, which scared him almost to death. Face pushed open the bathroom door.

When he returned to the room after taking a shower with a messy heart, Fu Yijie was lying on the table reading a book, very focused. His appearance made Fu Kun instantly return to the time when Fu Yijie was sprinting for the college entrance examination a year ago .

Fu Kun walked up behind him lightly, and asked, "Where are you reading?"

"Yeah," Fu Yijie turned around and smiled, "I went out to buy it today."

"What...book?" Fu Kun stretched out his hand to grab one to read, but he retracted it halfway. If Fu Yijie bought a bunch of gay books again, he would die of embarrassment. .

"Stock speculators," Fu Yijie took out a book and put it in front of him, "I want to think about it during the winter vacation, and try it next semester."

Fu Kun was stunned, this kid wants to speculate in stocks?

"Where's Ben?" Fu Kun asked him.

"The card you gave me is enough," Fu Yijie bit the tip of his pen, "I used up to [-] at the beginning to try to speculate, even if I lost it, I wouldn't feel bad."

"Hey, the person who bought the shoes at 30 yuan said that he doesn't feel sorry for paying [-] yuan," Fu Kun said happily, "I will buy you a pair of [-] yuan shoes today, I think you look like you have been pulled."

"It's different," Fu Yijie frowned, "Are you really not understanding or are you kidding me?"

"I know," Fu Kun smiled, and lay down on the tatami mat, "you can fire it, don't tell mom, she will definitely be worried, just tell me if you want money."

"No need," Fu Yijie turned back to continue reading, "I will pay you back the card you gave me twice when I graduate."

Fu Kun glanced at the back of his head: "Okay, I'll count the money for you at home."

Fu Yijie has a penchant for doing things. Unlike Fu Kun, Fu Kun only devotes a lot of energy to the things he is interested in. Fu Yijie doesn't seem to have any special hobbies, and I don't see him being particularly interested in anything. , for him, there are only things that he decides to do or not to do.

Once he decides to do one thing, he will go all out.

Every day when Fu Kun comes back from Chase, he can see Fu Yijie lying on the table reading a book, and he has installed various software on the computer in the house. Apart from having to chat with his mother for a while every day, there is nothing to do. He was bored in the house all the time.

"What's your brother doing all this time?" Mom asked Fu Kun to ask.

"Writing a thesis," Fu Kun looked at his mother profoundly, "Don't bother him."

"Write a thesis just after a semester?" Mom was very confused.

"Medical science is very different, how rigorous..." Fu Kun scratched his head, "Isn't it like this since he was a child, even if he didn't ask to write it, it's not surprising that he wanted to write it himself."

"That's right," my mother nodded, pointing to a small pot on the table, "I made him some soup, you give it to him to drink."

"Yo, I've already learned how to make crockpot soup. Do you have mine?" Fu Kun went over to open the small pot and smelled it. It was quite fragrant, "Where did you learn it?"

"My daughter-in-law of Sister Lu's family downstairs taught me to make it. Her daughter-in-law is from Cantonese, but she knows these things." My mother also came over and sniffed, "But it's just this can, I don't have yours, sorry. Boss Fu, haven't you always been interested in food?"

"Chef Xiao, if you treat me so differently again, I will fire you," Fu Kun picked up the jar and took a sip, "When you invite a cook to cook at home, you will only be responsible for eating. There's nothing wrong with you."

"Annoying, driving a van always pretends to be rich, and it looks like a hauler." His mother slapped him, "Quick stop drinking, give it to your brother."

Fu Kun entered the room with the soup can in his hands, and seeing Fu Yijie sitting in front of the computer staring at the screen, he went over and put the can in Fu Yijie's hand, and looked at the screen a few times: "Have you gone to open an account? "

"Well," Fu Yijie nodded, "Let's see what's going on first, I haven't started frying yet, I have to go to school anyway...It smells so good!"

"Sister Xiao's Warm Crock Pot Soup, just this one, try it quickly." Fu Kun opened the lid.

"A sip for you," Fu Yijie picked up the jar and handed it to his mouth, "Let's see how Sister Xiao's stew is for the first time."

"I just took a sip to help you test the poison, so you can drink it with confidence."

Fu Yijie drank two mouthfuls of soup, leaned on the back of the chair and squinted his eyes comfortably: "It's better to be at home."

"Is there any soup in the school cafeteria?" Fu Kun leaned against the table and looked at him, with a smile on his lips. He liked to see Fu Yijie's contentment since he was a child.

"Yes, seaweed egg drop soup, hot and sour soup, hot and sour soup..." Fu Yijie took another sip from the can, "Let mom go to the gate of our school to open a shop specializing in crock pot soup, 15 yuan a piece Cans, I will definitely buy them every day.”

"Come on, there's more than 15 yuan of materials in here. Do you sell such materials on the street?" Fu Kun snorted, "You're doing business in partnership with your mother, and in the end you vomited blood and sold it for a price of one yuan. It costs two yuan for one piece and sells it for two yuan on the last day, and then sells it on the last day, and returns to my hometown after selling it... People shouted that it was an advertisement, and what you two shouted must be true."

Holding the jar, Fu Yijie laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared, and he said after a long time: "Fu Kun, you are especially likable at this time."

After saying this, let alone Fu Kun, Fu Yijie was stunned.It's okay to say this half a year ago, but it doesn't feel right to say it now.

Fu Yijie took a sip of the soup, stared at a small mushroom in the soup and said nothing.

"That's what you said," Fu Kun smiled, "Is there a time when I'm not likable?"

"No." Fu Yijie replied.

When Fu Yijie's cell phone on the table started to vibrate suddenly, he was immediately relieved, grabbed the cell phone, and saw that it was Jiang Song's number.

He chatted with Jiang Song on QQ for a while in the afternoon. Aunt Jiang Song wanted to use the computer, so he gave up. He probably went out now.

"Hello?" Fu Yijie answered the phone and glanced at Fu Kun. For some reason, he called Jiang Song and always felt a little guilty in front of Fu Kun.

"Are you at home?" Jiang Song asked, it sounded quite noisy over there, as if on the street.

"Well, I'm usually at home right now." Fu Yijie glanced at Fu Kun again, "Are you outside?"

"Come out and relax, I have an appointment," Jiang Song smiled, "Sing."

When Fu Yijie looked at Fu Kun for the third time, Fu Kun finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Who is it?"

"Jiang Song."

"Need me to evade?"

"……Um."

"I have to avoid you calling Jiang Song?" Fu Kun was a little puzzled.

"Then I'll go to the balcony." Fu Yijie stood up.

"It's too cold outside... Please do it," Fu Kun pressed his shoulder, "I'm going to play checkers with my mother, you can play."

Fu Kun walked out of the bedroom, Fu Yijie heaved a sigh of relief, and sat back on the chair.

"Yijie," Jiang Song said with a smile on the other side, "You are not authentic, let your brother listen to it as if I called you to discuss some bad things."

"I wouldn't do this if I were someone else," Fu Yijie lay down on the table, "I always feel like we're thieves when we talk to him."

"Does your brother know? Your business." Jiang Song probably found a place with few people, and the surrounding area was much quieter.

Fu Yijie hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "He knows."

"Know what kind of thief you are?"

"You do not understand."

"Probably, I don't understand," Jiang Song smiled. "How are you doing recently? I wanted to ask you this afternoon. My aunt was in a hurry to make a video call with my sister. I was kicked out before I even had time to ask."

"That's it, let's study stock trading." Fu Yijie flipped through the book in front of him.

"I know you are reliable in your work," Jiang Song clicked his tongue, "I started to fire me to invest, and if I lost money, I would play it. If I make money, I will take advantage of it."

"Well," Fu Yijie rubbed his nose, "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Wait, everyone is here, waiting for me," came the sound of a lighter from Jiang Song's side, "I'll hang it up later."

"It's real." Fu Yijie smiled.

"Look at the right person," Jiang Song took a puff of cigarette, "Sometimes even if you are right, you have to stretch a bit. Have you ever caught a fish? If a big fish is hooked, you have to take a walk, or it's not easy to run away." .”

"Who do you see?"

"No one liked it, so I'll just use an example," Jiang Song sighed, "Fu Yijie, aren't you a little too naive in this regard..."

"Compared to you, I'm quite simple. You should feel like a hooligan in front of me." Fu Yijie smiled, and Jiang Song's words of walking the fish suddenly touched him a little.

"It's almost Valentine's Day, how are you going to spend it?" Jiang Song asked suddenly.

"Valentine's Day?" Fu Yijie was stunned. There was almost no concept of Valentine's Day in his mind. He turned on the computer and looked at the calendar. This year's Chinese New Year is late, and Valentine's Day is very close to the Spring Festival.

"Well, have you ever been with anyone?"

Ever been with someone?With whom?Fu Yijie looked at the calendar. From childhood to adulthood, except for the years in the orphanage, he was with Fu Kun on 214 every year, but he never thought about the significance of this day.

Now I suddenly feel that 214 has a different meaning, but I am a little afraid of this day.

"Jiang Song, tell me..." Fu Yijie gently pinched his chin with his fingers, "Say, if there is such a person, you like him and dare not say it, but you think he should be similar to you Thoughts...but..."

"Just ask." Jiang Song interrupted him.

"Listen to me, this can't be asked, that is... no one can say it, can't mention it, if that's the case, how can you be sure if he meant it?"

"If you want to force him to talk."

"I don't dare, he is the kind of person who gets pushed further and further away."

"It's really troublesome, Fu Yijie, you usually have a quick brain, why do you need to ask me about this?"

"Don't you have experience, I'm just a simple kid."

Jiang Song laughed for a long time: "Then you ask him to go out on Valentine's Day. If he is willing to go, it is almost an admission. The premise is that he must not pretend to be stupid about the fact that it is Valentine's Day. Don't you two go out for a call and come back and he will say something." , ah, today is Valentine's Day, then your work will be in vain."

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound, and said after a while: "Hinting probably won't work."

"Then think about it yourself, I don't know the specific situation of you two," Jiang Song smiled, "I'll give you an idea."

"I want to go out with someone else on Valentine's Day?"