Zhu Mu Lang Ma

In Fu Kun's eyes, Fu Yijie was just a child. It wasn't until he knew Fu Yijie's "secret" that he suddenly felt that this younger brother had grown up.

Some things that he never worried about, nor would he think much about, happened quietly in the grown up Fu Yijie in a state that he didn't feel.

This was the first time he took Fu Yijie to drink, like he, Sun Wei and other friends did, find a clean shop, eat boiled mutton, chat and drink.

Sitting at the table and pouring wine into Fu Yijie's glass with a bottle, Fu Kun glanced at Fu Yijie who was sitting opposite him. Put it in a box with his scarf underneath.

When Fu Yijie was doing something, Fu Kun suddenly felt that this was the same kid who sat on the ground holding Diudiu back then and cried with tears all over his face.

Just grow up so suddenly?He also poured wine for himself, when did he grow up?

Do you really not know, or do you simply not want to think about it?

"I'll be going back to school in a few days." Fu Yijie put the box on the chair next to him, and stroked the puppy's head, "I can't take it to the dormitory, who will take care of it at home?"

"I'll do it," Fu Kun picked up the cup, "Mom will take care of her too, she likes dogs."

Fu Yijie smiled, picked up the cup, and touched him lightly: "This is the first time the two of us have had a drink like this?"

"Well, drink slowly," Fu Kun took a sip of the wine, "I'm afraid you'll spit all over me."

"You underestimate me." Fu Yijie also took a sip. To be honest, he didn't think there was anything wonderful about drinking, but if he drank with Fu Kun, he would drink as much as he wanted.

"It's not that I underestimate you, it's that you're just a bit of an expert, I know too well," Fu Kun laughed, "But it's okay if you sing when you drink too much, but you want to hug me when you drink too much like Sun Wei Legs crying and calling Third Master, I will definitely not bring you out to drink."

"That's great." Fu Yijie picked up a chopstick of mutton and put it in the pot to boil.

"What a fart, he called me Cheng," Fu Kun didn't move his chopsticks, he was never as eager to eat as Fu Yijie, "I want to say hello to my nephew, and he immediately turned his face with staring eyes."

Fu Yijie put the rinsed mutton into Fu Kun's bowl with a smile. Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, and laughed aloud: "Oh, the treatment is different when you go out to eat. Someone can bear to give it to me first?"

"That's what you said," Fu Yijie picked up another chopstick and rinsed it slowly, "I think you've lost weight again during this period."

"That's impossible, I've never weighed 130 catties," Fu Kun said with certainty, "I weigh once a month."

"Oh," Fu Yijie smiled, "we weigh every month, what about the height?"

The chopsticks that Fu Kun was holding the meat stopped, and he squinted at him: "Student Fu Yijuan, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," Fu Yijie stuffed the meat into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I just asked if there was a measure for the height."

"Now that I'm taller than your brother, I'm going to run on people, right?" Fu Kun took a sip of wine, and he occasionally measured his height, but he didn't move much since he reached 180. He stretched his neck vigorously once, stretched I got 181 and almost twisted my neck.

"No, how dare you, you have been running on this matter for so many years, and there is a shadow," Fu Yijie lowered his head and stuffed his flesh intently, "Oh, your feet can't reach the pedals, can you? Yo, you can't reach the drawer Right? Yo, you can’t see, brother, let’s hug you and see..."

Holding the glass, Fu Kun was so happy that he almost spilled the wine: "The little thing remembers these things so clearly."

"The memory is too good." Fu Yijie knocked the cup on Fu Kun's cup, took a sip of wine, and the wine flowed down his throat, warming his whole body.

"How high is it now, have you measured it?"

"185, you probably don't have a chance to overtake, I'm still developing."

"Ah..." Fu Kun smiled and took a piece of beef to rinse, and didn't speak anymore, looking as if his mind was distracted.

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound. Fu Kun's slice of beef was curled up, so he stretched out his chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the pot: "You are making beef sauce."

He is taller than Fu Kun. When this matter was brought up, both of them would feel happy, but now they feel a bit hard to explain. After talking too much, they have to talk about that sentence. It was originally a joke, but the two of them always regarded it as Promise to treat words.

One day you are taller than me, I will promise you one thing, anything.

Fu Yijie often thinks of this sentence. Before, he didn't feel that there was anything Fu Kun needed to achieve. Fu Kun followed him since he was a child. Whatever he wanted and what he wanted to do, Fu Kun would satisfy him.

But now, when Fu Kun couldn't give him what he wanted and wanted to do, he didn't dare to use this promise that he could use once willfully.

He doesn't know what will happen between him and Fu Kun in the future, and he doesn't know when something worse and more in need of rescue and redemption will appear. This is like the last petal of a colorful flower, and he guards it carefully , waiting for the day when it is really needed, and I hope that this day will never be available.

After the meal, the two of them drank up a bottle of white wine, and Fu Yijie was a little confused, but it didn't have much impact. He only drank one glass, and Fu Kun drank the rest.

He secretly glanced at Fu Kun, Fu Kun took his wallet to pay the bill, and then walked out of the restaurant with the puppy in his arms. He moved freely, thought clearly, and looked quite hale and bright... Fu Kun sometimes went out for dinner, and when he came back, he brought the dog with him. He smelled like alcohol, and he knew he hadn't drank less when he smelled it, but just like that, sometimes he could still draw when he was in the mood, and his hair didn't tremble.

Fu Yijie squeezed Fu Kun and walked along the road. How much does Fu Kun drink before he gets drunk?What is it like to be drunk?

"Where's your car?" Fu Yijie took the puppy from Fu Kun's hand and hugged it.

Fu Kun glanced at him: "It's in the Chase parking lot, have you lost your memory?"

"Ah," Fu Yijie smirked for a while inexplicably, "It's good to walk back."

"If you sing, keep your voice down, I'm afraid you will scare the passers-by." Fu Kun looked around, usually there are very few people on the street at this point, and few people would like to stay outside in the cold weather, but today It's Valentine's Day, and there are quite a lot of people, holding flowers and gifts against the north wind, when passing by the studio, the inside is full of people.

"I'll sing again later," Fu Yijie smiled, and several people walked towards him. He didn't lean on Fu Kun any more, and when there were no people around, he squeezed next to Fu Kun again, "Go to the small street ahead. Well, there are few people."

"Yeah." Fu Kun put his arms around his shoulders. Fu Yijie walked fairly steadily, but Fu Kun still felt that his feet were a little floating.

When I walked to the intersection of the small street, suddenly a few children popped out beside me, all about seven or eight years old, all holding roses in their hands.

Seeing this posture, Fu Kun froze for a moment. When he wanted to bypass the children, a little girl blocked them, raised her head and said to Fu Yijie, "Uncle, let's buy a flower."

Fu Yijie was stunned as he hugged the dog: "Who am I buying it for?"

"Buy it..." The little girl probably didn't see the person clearly when she blocked their way. Now she saw that there was a man next to him, and she was stunned, but she still pointed at Fu Kun, "Buy it Him."

"Why?" Fu Yijie looked at Fu Kun and laughed, "Does he look like my girlfriend?"

"Buy one, it's not expensive, just treat it as a flower of friendship between the two of you," the little girl said sharply, "Anyway, it's Valentine's Day, so at least I should send a flower out."

Fu Yijie laughed so hard that he could hardly hug the dog anymore, and kept patting Fu Kun's shoulder: "Did you hear me?"

"Little girl," Fu Kun was also happy, "Why don't you let me buy it for him?"

The little girl curled her lips: "You didn't drink too much when you saw it, he drank too much."

Fu Yijie took out his wallet while smiling, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Fu Kun: "I bought it?"

"Buy it." Fu Kun brought the puppy over, thought about it and stuffed it into his clothes.

Fu Yijie drew a rose from the little girl, and was about to give the money, when several children surrounded him, and Fu Yijie asked them to gather around and shout, Uncle, buy another rose, buy me one Well, shouting made him a little dizzy, so each of them took one in his hand.

After the children were gone, he counted the flowers on his hand, there were nine in total.

"Happy Valentine's Day." He handed the flowers to Fu Kun and said.

"Thank you." Fu Kun took the flowers and smiled.

The two of them turned into the side street. Fu Yijie seemed to be in a good mood, and began to sing with his head down.

Fu Kun couldn't understand what he was singing, but Fu Yijie sang well, and it was nice to just listen to him humming softly.

After singing for a while, Fu Yijie stopped, raised his head suddenly, and roared, "Cang Hai laughed—"

Fu Kun startled him with his voice, Fu Yijie yelled in Cantonese, which sounded quite standard, before he figured out why he suddenly changed the channel, Fu Yijie patted his Butt: "Quick pick up."

"...Booming waves on both sides of the strait." Fu Kun didn't even know why he was so obedient, and he was a little nervous after drinking.

"Floating with the waves, only remembering the present... The sky laughs, and there are waves in the world... God knows who will win and who will win..." Fu Yijie continued to sing, his voice was not low.

Fu Kun always wanted to cover his mouth with his hand. There are residential buildings on both sides of this small street, and if Fu Yijie gets annoyed, someone might open the window and splash water on them.

After singing a few words, Fu Yijie stopped, and Fu Kun quickly stared at him, for fear that he would come back and explode once he changed the channel.

"Snow." Fu Yijie pointed to the roadside ahead, his voice suddenly dropped.

"Well, it's snowed for a few days." Fu Kun looked ahead, there was a small snowdrift on the side of the road, reflecting the light under the moonlight, it looked pretty.

"I'm going to lie down," Fu Yijie walked forward, "It's been a long time since I hit the snowdrift."

Fu Kun didn't stop him. Fu Yijie liked to lie on the snowdrifts. When he was a child, as long as someone swept the snow in the yard, Fu Yijie would pounce on each snowdrift, one by one.

This snowdrift had already been covered with a new layer of snow, and it looked clean and fluffy. If Fu Kun hadn't hugged the dog, he would have wanted to lie down there.

"I want to fly higher—" Fu Yijie roared, took two steps forward, and dived onto the snowdrift.

When Fu Kun was lamenting that although this kid was drinking a little nervously, the posture of throwing himself out was still very beautiful, when he suddenly found that Fu Yijie fell silent after falling on the snowdrift.

"A piece?" Fu Kun looked at Fu Yijie, who was lying motionless on the snowdrift with big characters spread out, and ran over quickly.

As soon as he ran to Fu Yijie's side, Fu Yijie slowly rolled up his body and called out in a low voice: "Ah... shit..."

Fu Kun was a little surprised that Fu Yijie would say the word "rely", but when he saw the snowdrift exposed after Fu Yijie turned over, he immediately understood what was going on.

He saw red bricks.

It's a fucking pile of red bricks covered in a layer of snow!

"Fuck me," Fu Kun became anxious immediately, and rushed forward to put his arms around Fu Yijie's shoulder, "Where is the knock!"

"The dog... was crushed to death..." Fu Yijie frowned and pulled his coat to look inside.

"The dog is here with me," Fu Kun pointed to his coat, and the puppy was tossing about in it, which made his skin crawl. "Are you knocking?"

"My..." Fu Yijie arched his body and said in a low voice, "Bird..."

When Fu Kun heard this, he couldn't help shouting: "Did you knock the bird?"

Fu Yijie gritted his teeth and grabbed his collar: "Do you want me to give you a horn and shout a few more times?"

"Fuck," Fu Kun lowered his voice, raised his hands and didn't know what to do, "Does it hurt? Where is the knock? Is it a bird? Or an egg?"

"Fu Kun, you..." Fu Yijie covered his crotch for a long time before saying, "I don't know."

Fu Kun suppressed the blurted sentence "Let me see", and pulled Fu Yijie's arm: "Can you move it? Is it serious?"

"It'll be fine in a while." Fu Yijie frowned.

In fact, his stomach hurts, his ribs hurt too, Fu Yijie couldn't express his breath, how could there be bricks under the snowdrift!

"It's okay, it's okay," Fu Kun hugged him and patted him on the arm, whispering, "It will be fine in a while, let me tell you, when we were playing, there was an idiot in our class who passed the ball right Passing it through my crotch, it was quite accurate..."

"Hey..." Fu Yijie felt the pain, but couldn't hold back, frowning happily, "Didn't you smash it?"

"Can it be broken, don't you know if it's broken or not," Fu Kun said without thinking, "Don't you look at it every day..."

After saying this, he wanted to find a twig to sew his mouth shut. He really couldn't think of talking after drinking.

Fu Yijie didn't pay attention to Fu Kun's movements, but this sentence suddenly made him feel itchy, probably because he had been drinking, and Fu Kun's simple words made him feel strange.

He was already a little dizzy, but now he was even more dizzy. He rubbed his forehead on Fu Kun's shoulder: "Brother."

"Huh?" Fu Kun responded, scratching his hair.

"Rub it." Fu Yijie said.

"What?" Fu Kun was stunned.

Fu Yijie's mind was buzzing: "Knead."

"I rubbed your uncle!" Fu Kun cursed in a suppressed voice.

"Rub it to see if it's broken." Fu Yijie laughed, and started laughing after he finished speaking, and couldn't stop laughing.

Fu Kun didn't make a sound, staring at his face.

Fu Yijie didn't blush after drinking, but turned a little pale, and it looked even paler under the moonlight. Now he laughed a lot, and his face turned a little flushed.

"I'm laughing out of my tears," Fu Kun said softly, reaching out to wipe the corner of his eyes lightly, "You must be a little nervous about laughing wildly."

Fu Yijie smirked at his fingers again, finally stopped with great difficulty, and let out a long sigh of relief: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then get up?" Fu Kun straightened up and grabbed his arm.

"En." Fu Yijie stood up slowly.

Before the two of them could stand still, a beam of flashlight shone over and hit Fu Yijie in the face.

"What are you doing here! What are you doing here in the middle of the night!" An aunt's voice came over, exuding a sense of righteousness.

Fu Yijie raised his hand to cover his eyes: "It's dirty."

When the aunt heard it, she picked up the whistle hanging on her chest without any hesitation and blew it.

"Damn it!" Fu Kun was taken aback, pulled Fu Yijie and ran away. While running, he had to carry the dog in his arms while holding the nine roses with the other hand, feeling extremely embarrassed.

It must be a sense of accomplishment for the aunt to drive them like this.

The two of them ran wildly all the way out of the side street before stopping. Fu Yijie leaned against a tree, panting until he was barely panting, but he was dizzy: "Why is there still a aunt's security team these days..."

"I've had a good time today," Fu Kun smiled and leaned against the tree, "Let's take a taxi back."

"Well," Fu Yijie reached into his coat and pulled the dog out, "Let's give it a name."

"Call it Kniaoniao." Fu Kun turned around and looked at the taxis on both sides of the street, "Niao Niao Niao."

Fu Yijie ignored him, held the puppy with his head down, and scratched the puppy's chin with his fingers: "Fu Xiaogou, Fu Xiaogou is so good..."

"Hey! Get in the car!" Fu Kun beckoned to stop the car, and looked back at Fu Yijie helplessly, "Male and female?"

Fu Yijie turned the dog over to look at its belly while walking: "Man, it's the same as Diu Diu."

"Let's call it a dumpling." Fu Kun glanced at the puppy, "Anyway, it looks like a dumpling."

"Fu Tuanzi," Fu Yijie pinched the puppy's ears, "Fu Tuanzi, please feel wronged, my brother is at this level, he used to name the little people he drew, and call them Thunderbolt sticks , Tuanzi must be regarded as his highest level..."

When the two returned home with Fu Tuanzi, the mother saw the fluffy white dumpling in Fu Yijie's hand at a glance, and ran over to hug the dog in surprise: "What's going on? Picked it up again?"

"My brother bought it." Fu Yijie changed the shoes, "I even gave it a good name, called Tuanzi."

"Tuanzi?" My mother clicked her tongue, "It's really ugly, only your brother can say it, so it's better to call it Tuozi."

Fu Kun laughed: "Tuozi?"

"The skill of naming children is probably inherited," Fu Yijie sighed, "It's better to be a dumpling."

"Oh, there are still roses." Mom saw the flowers in Fu Kun's hand.

"Well," Fu Kun looked at Fu Yijie, Fu Yijie shook his head lightly, Fu Kun handed the flowers to his mother, "For you."

Dad took out the nest that Diu Diu used to use, put it in the corridor where Diu Diu used to sleep, and got him something to eat. The dumpling was about three months old, and Dad served a small bowl of meat porridge Give it and it'll be licked up in minutes.

"Take two needles tomorrow." Fu Kun looked at the dumpling that was running around on the ground after eating the porridge. It was still very lively. When I bought it today, it was probably too cold and scared, so I refused to take a step on the snow. , "This dog will not lose its size in the future, will it still take it for a run every day?"

"I have to take it out for a few laps every day." Mom likes the dumpling very much, and keeps teasing it with slippers. "You are in charge of the morning trip, and your dad and I will be in charge of the evening."

"Okay," Fu Kun looked at Fu Yijie, Fu Yijie's face was still a little pale, and he looked very beautiful, "Hurry up and go to bed."

Fu Yijie went to take a shower, and the clothes he took off were thrown all over the bedroom, and Fu Kun packed them up one by one.

When picking up his coat, the phone slipped out of his pocket, and Fu Kun picked it up and put it on the table.

As soon as he took his hand away, the phone beeped, and a text message came in.

Fu Kun glanced at it, and the screen only showed that the sender was Jiang Song.

He picked up the phone and looked at Jiang Song's name. Although Fu Yijie called Jiang Song and asked him to avoid it, although he didn't ask much, he was somewhat confused.

Seeing Jiang Song's text message now, he suddenly couldn't help but want to read it.

He held the mobile phone and tapped his fingers on the mobile phone. After knocking for a long time, his fingers were a little sore. He gritted his teeth and pressed OK.

The content of the text message is only a few simple words.

happy Valentine's day.

Fu Kun stared at these words. It was a very ordinary text message, but it made him feel uncomfortable.