Zhu Mu Lang Ma

When Fu Yijie returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, Fu Kun was still holding his mobile phone, looking at the text message that made him feel uncomfortable.

Peeking at your brother's phone, he originally wanted to explain that your phone fell out and I accidentally pressed it when I was picking it up, but after seeing Fu Yijie coming in, he was too lazy to explain.

"You had a text message just now," Fu Kun handed the phone to Fu Yijie, "I read it."

"Oh, who?" Fu Yijie took the phone and glanced at it, "Jiang Song."

"You two..." Fu Kun opened the cabinet door to get clothes, stood behind the cabinet door and asked, "Did you meet during the winter vacation?"

"He's not here." Fu Yijie put his phone back on the table, took off his pajamas, and slipped under the quilt in his underpants, "There are probably some relatives here, but he I'm not going home..."

Fu Kun was stunned, and when he waited with his ears up, Fu Yijie stopped talking, and closed the cabinet door: "Why didn't you go home?"

"Ah?" Fu Yijie responded vaguely, turned over, buried his face in the quilt, and did not continue.

Fu Kun stood in the room in a daze for a long time. Although his impression of Jiang Song was still at the stage of the little boy who would hide from him when he saw him in elementary school, Fu Yijie's reaction always made him feel that something was wrong.

"Why didn't he go home?" Fu Kun stepped on Fu Yijie's butt and asked again.

"Hey," Fu Yijie reached out and patted his feet away, "You should take a shower first, the room smells of alcohol."

"That's on you." Fu Kun sniffed at his clothes, and walked out helplessly.

When he returned to the room after taking a shower, Fu Yijie was no longer under the covers, and was standing in front of the full-length mirror with his underwear open and looking in the mirror.

This action made Fu Kun a little dazed: "What are you doing?"

"I feel a little pain in the base of my thigh." Fu Yijie glanced at him, and continued to pull on his underwear, "Why does it seem to be bruised?"

"The bird is green?" Fu Kun didn't care about the whimsy in his heart, he hurriedly ran to the mirror and bent down, his nose almost touched the mirror, "Why is it so serious?"

"Thighs! You can't tell the difference between a bird and a thigh," Fu Yijie pinched Fu Kun's chin and turned his face to himself, pointing to the position of the thighs, "It's here!"

Fu Kun's chin was pulled by him, and as soon as he turned around, he was facing right below him. He saw the green part, and a small part jumped into his sight at the same time.

"Put some oil on it." Fu Kun straightened up quickly, and ran out of the room as if fleeing, and rummaged through the small medicine box in the living room.

Fu Yijie pulled up his underpants and got back under the quilt. After taking a bath, he was still dizzy and sleepy. He was a little bit strong after drinking. Before Fu Kun came in, he closed his eyes. No rubbing.

When Fu Kun came in with a bottle, Fu Yijie seemed to have fallen asleep.

"A piece?" Fu Kun climbed onto the tatami, "Asleep? Do you need some medicine?"

Fu Yijie turned over and lay on his back, lifted the quilt vigorously, and almost punched Fu Kun in the face.

Before Fu Kun could speak, he tore down his pants again, and said in a daze, "Wipe it."

"I..." Fu Kun was a little speechless, Fu Yijie fell silent after saying this, and fell asleep again with a frown, so he had to help him pull up his pants again, "You don't need to take off your pants."

Fu Kun was particularly unwilling to reach out and rub Fu Yijie's thigh with his hand after he drank, so he poured some oil on his hand and rubbed it on Fu Yijie's leg indiscriminately.

Fu Yijie moved, arched his legs and leaned against him, Fu Kun sighed softly, and unprofessionally supported Fu Yijie's legs with one hand and rubbed the smeared oil with the other hand Bundle.

Fu Yijie's skin was very fair, tight and elastic, and when he touched it, there was a small tremor in his palm, which spread rapidly along his arms. After a few times, his hand was not willing to take it away, and he pressed it on Fu Yijie's leg without moving.

Fu Kun was stunned for a while before withdrawing his hand, twisted the medicine bottle and threw it aside, turned off the light and got under the quilt.

"Don't rummage around and grab the quilt at night." He whispered, and covered the two of them with the quilt.

Fu Yijie snorted, and didn't know what he was talking about, then turned over to his side and squeezed onto him, raised his legs and put them on his stomach, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Fu Kun pushed his legs down, Fu Yijie's body was warm, it was like a stove since he was a child, so Fu Kun was willing to squeeze a bed with him all winter.

But being hugged by him like this today, even though it was still warm and comfortable, Fu Kun couldn't sleep for a long time.

When pushing Fu Yijie's leg down, he couldn't help touching Fu Yijie's leg with his hand. He couldn't tell whether it was just a habit or something else.

It should be a habit for him to touch Fu Yijie's face and body casually. He has been like this since he was a child, but now it may be because he is too careful, there are many details that he can no longer distinguish.

Have you done this before?

Was that action the same before?

Would this be a little too intimate?Is that overkill?

worn out……

When he woke up in the morning, it was probably because he fell asleep after drinking alcohol. Fu Kun found that their postures hadn't changed. Fu Yijie still hugged him. He moved his arms. After being hugged like this all night, he My whole body is numb.

"Ah..." Fu Kun pulled away Fu Yijie's arms and legs that were clinging to him like an octopus, "Paralyzed..."

Fu Yijie twisted twice, opened his eyes, yawned, and closed them again.

Fu Kun took a look at the small alarm clock next to his pillow. It was 06:30, and he could have slept for a while. When he wanted to close his eyes and continue to sleep, he remembered that he was going to take Fu Xiaotuanzi for an early walk today, so he stretched his Lazily sat up.

Fu Yijie reached out and grabbed his hand: "No need."

"what?"

"Don't take it out without an injection," Fu Yijie arched his back sideways, put his arms around his waist, and kissed Fu Kun's back, "I'll get sick..."

"Oh." Fu Kun suddenly sat up straight. After a moment of stupefaction, he turned his head and glanced at Fu Yijie. Fu Yijie was obviously not awake yet. After kissing him, he closed his eyes and stopped moving. The arms at his waist slid down and fell on Xiao Xiaokun who had just raised his head early in the morning to say hello to Father Sun.

After returning to the cage, he couldn't sleep anymore. Fu Kun felt that he was sober as if he drank a bottle of essential oil. He carefully picked up Fu Yijie's arm, rubbed it out of the bed, and covered Fu Yijie with the quilt again. Put on your clothes and leave the bedroom.

The dumpling was probably the first one in the whole family to get up. They took a pee and a small pile of feces outside the kennel, pulled out the thick towels that were placed in the kennel, and dragged them into the living room.

"You really don't see the outside world." Fu Kun sighed, took a mop to clean up the excrement and urine on the ground, and then stuffed the towels back into the kennel.

After Fu Kun cleaned up the mess of the dumpling, when he was lying on the sink and brushing his teeth, his mother walked over holding a vase, pushed him away and filled half a bottle of water, took the few roses from last night and put them in.

"Kunzi," my mother touched him with her arm while posing for the flower, "Is this flower intended to be given away by you or your brother? Didn't give it away so you gave it to me?"

Fu Kun choked on water, swallowed half a mouthful of orange-flavored toothpaste and froze down: "I bought it for you."

"I don't believe it," my mother clicked her tongue, "You two haven't even given me a paper flower for more than ten years..."

"The paper flowers were for the martyrs." Fu Kun said.

"Are you annoying!" Mom slapped him on the back, and after thinking about it, she lay down on the edge of the pool, "Is it your brother? I think, if you want to send flowers to the girl, you shouldn't be unable to send them out." .”

"My brother will not fail to send it out." Fu Kun buried his face in the water, and raised his face after a while, "Study well, look good, have a good figure, can be literate and martial..."

"But he is inexperienced, isn't he? Your brother has never been with a girl since he was a child, and his female classmates have never seen him mention it. It seems that there was a little girl in high school? The conversation disappeared within two days... Maybe this time You didn't even dare to give it away, did you just buy it and take it home?" My mother guessed, "Oh, what a poor boy."

"Don't worry about it, he has his own rules and is more stable than me since he was a child. You said that," Fu Kun grabbed a towel and wiped his face, "He can do whatever he wants."

The mother clicked her tongue, gave him a blank look, and went to the living room with the vase in her hand: "I don't care, isn't that what raising a son is like, if he grows up casually, he will feel like a man, but in fact his hair is not even."

Fu Kun didn't speak, just grabbed the towel and stared at himself in the mirror for a while.

Fu Kun felt that what he said was quite good, so he could do whatever he wanted, but he didn't know if his mother could do it, anyway, he had no idea whether he could do it himself.

A very normal text message from Jiang Song can keep him stuck all night without digesting it.

During breakfast, Fu Yijie was sitting on the edge of the table holding his mobile phone and pressing his head down. He didn't know who he was sending a text message to. Side buried in food.

"Who should I text?" Mom didn't have as many thoughts as Fu Kun, and asked while eating.

"Jiang Song," Fu Yijie threw the phone on the sofa, "He's back to school, and asked me when I'll be back."

"He's so active," my mother looked at the calendar, "It's just the end of the new year, why don't you stay at home for a few more days?"

"Well, I don't know about him." Fu Yijie took a steamed bun and began to bury his head in eating.

After breakfast, my parents went out to work, and Fu Yijie cleaned up the dishes and washed them in the kitchen.

Fu Kun sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room and watched Fu Xiaotuanzi biting his slippers and throwing them from one end of the living room to the other, roaring all the way with buttocks pouted and tail bristling, full of energy.

Before Fu Yijie came out of the kitchen, Fu Kun conducted a review on himself. He felt that he seemed a little too cautious. There were some things that he didn't dare to touch, ask, or think about. At least one bond between Jay and Jay is unbreakable.

brother.

They are brothers who talk about everything.

There are some things that brothers don't need to worry about.

For example, about Jiang Song.

Fu Kun admitted that he was a little naive on this point, and admitted that it was because of the phone call Fu Yijie carried behind his back and Jiang Song's uncomfortable text message.

He admitted that the starting point of his review for a few minutes was because of these.

The reason is a bit naive, but the purpose is still very high-sounding.

So when Fu Yijie came out of the kitchen, he asked, "A bit, Jiang Song...does he not have a good relationship with his family?"

Fu Yijie was about to sit next to him. Hearing this, he paused for a moment, then lay down on the sofa and put his feet behind him: "I don't know too much. He didn't mention it much, so I just I know he doesn't live at home now, but at his aunt's."

"The two of you secretly called that day, what's the matter?" Fu Kun held the remote control and pressed it on the TV. The programs in the early morning were all old men and old ladies. What to watch.

"It's nothing." Fu Yijie put his feet on his shoulders.

"It's nothing, you..." Fu Kun turned his face, and rubbed the tip of his nose directly on Fu Yijie's foot, "Take it down!"

"Does it smell?" Fu Yijie shook his foot.

"Are you still drunk?" Fu Kun said to Fu Yijie's feet.

"Aren't you convinced?" Fu Yijie shook his foot again.

Fu Kun grabbed Fu Yijie's ankle and scratched his sole: "You asked for it!"

"Ah—" Fu Yijie roared and started laughing wildly.

"Are you cool?" Fu Kun grabbed his foot and scratched it a few more times, "I'll tell you if you have a flaw in your body, be honest!"

"I...was wrong..." Fu Yijie laughed wildly while twisting his legs desperately, "Brother, I was wrong...it was..."

"Say!" Fu Kun pressed his legs on the sofa.

"What are you talking about?" Fu Yijie laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe, he kept twisting.

"Tell me if you and Jiang Song are hiding something from me." Fu Kun poked him in the stomach again.

"Ah! Stop scratching! I say!" Fu Yijie laughed and shouted loudly.

Fu Kun stopped, but did not let go of Fu Yijie's hand: "Speak."

"Hey..." Fu Yijie laughed again for a while before stopping to pant for a long time. After his breath slowly recovered, the smile on his face disappeared, "Jiang Song probably fell out with his family."

"Huh?" Fu Kun looked at him.

"He..." Fu Yijie took a breath, looked at Fu Kun, and said softly, "He is."

Fu Kun's heart tightened suddenly: "What is it?"

"Same as me," Fu Yijie looked at him calmly, "he likes men."

Fu Kun's hand on Fu Yijie's leg trembled, and he slowly let go.

Jiang Song?

Jiang Song?

"I have nothing to hide from you." Fu Yijie sat up and straightened his clothes, leaning on the sofa, "I just feel a little awkward talking to him in front of you, there is no other reason."

"He told you? He is... gay?" Fu Kun squeezed his fingers.

"Well," Fu Yijie smiled, "He doesn't seem to care too much about this, and he didn't deliberately hide it. He told his family when he was in junior high school, and then... moved out."

Fu Kun felt that his thinking was a little suspended.

So is Jiang Song?

Hold!Why is it so small?

Why are there so many?

Xia Fei, Zhang Qingkai, Jiang Song, Fu Yijie...

Fu Kun lowered his head and rubbed his face, what happened?

"For a while," Fu Kun stood up and poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp, then turned his head to look at Fu Yijie, "Are you and Jiang Song... all right?"

Fu Yijie smiled: "It's nothing, I'm just a classmate."

"You..." Fu Kun felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to speak, so he had to pour another glass of water, and felt nauseous after taking two sips. He bit his lips, "Don't get too... too close to him."

"Why," Fu Yijie asked simply, "Jiang Song is a nice person."

"I didn't say he was bad," Fu Kun squeezed the cup so hard that his knuckles turned white, "I mean, I'm afraid of you...I mean...you see, he was so early I know, I don't really care..."

"Are you afraid that if I get too close to him, I will have too much contact with this circle?" Fu Yijie fell back on the sofa and lay down again.

"Yes," Fu Kun put down the cup, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, he turned his head suddenly, almost flicking his neck, and stared at Fu Yijie, "There are still circles?"

"I can't say what kind of circle it is, it's just..." Fu Yijie thought for a while, "There are quite a lot of people like this, Jiang Song has many friends, so let's get together and chat."

Fu Kun didn't speak.

Fu Yijie sat up in silence for a while, and walked into the room: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

"What number do you have?" Fu Kun went over and grabbed his arm, and pulled him to his eyes, "What number do you have? Fu Yijie, let me tell you, stay away from those people!"

Fu Yijie staggered and stood firm, frowning: "Why?"

"Why? Do you have to hang out with those people?"

"I don't want to hang out with anyone!" Fu Yijie shook off his hand, his tone agitated, "But it's no big deal if I really want to hang out with them! Because they are the same kind!"

Fu Kun stared at him without speaking.

"They are my kind!" Fu Yijie met his gaze, "I've been holding back like this since the day I knew I was different from others! I feel that I am the only one who is so strange in this world! I am also afraid of other people’s eyes, and I am also afraid of being judged, just like Xia Fei! I feel that I am not as calm as Xia Fei, and I am not as calm as Jiang I don’t have the courage to loose that, so I won’t say it! I dare not say it!”

"A bit..."

"I told you, because you are my brother, I trust you, rely on you, and..." Fu Yijie bit his lips fiercely, "But I still have to hold back, I promised you to hold back, I will definitely hold back! I also want someone to listen to me, and I also want to know how people like me live! Is it as uncomfortable as me? Is it as hard as me!"

Fu Kun opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Fu Yijie: "I know that sometimes I might lose my head and can't hold back, but as long as you want, a slap can wake me up!"

Fu Yijie almost yelled and finished the big conversation, then turned around and entered the bedroom, closing the door.

Fu Kun stood in the living room, staring at the TV screen in a daze. The dumpling came over and circled around him a few times, and gnawed on his toes twice, but he didn't feel it.

He stood until his legs felt a little sore, then he slowly turned around, opened the bedroom door and walked in.

Fu Yijie was sitting in front of the table, the computer was turned on, displaying a bunch of red, green and green lines, Fu Yijie was staring at the monitor intently.

"For a while, it's my fault today, I just wanted to ask Jiang Song what's going on, I don't know why I got involved in this," Fu Kun walked behind him, pulled the chair and turned him around To yourself, "I don't know what to say, but..."

Fu Yijie looked at him and said nothing.

Fu Kun clutched the armrest of the chair tightly with both hands: "But I want you to know that I'm not so nervous because of anything else, I have no other intention...I want you to know...I'm afraid too."

Fu Yijie shook slightly.

"When I was a child, I forgot to pick you up after school. I was scared when I couldn't find you. I was also scared when you were sick. I was scared when you got angry and said you wouldn't let me take care of you," Fu Kun dialed lightly. With the hair on his forehead, his voice was a little hoarse, "I'm afraid you will be hurt, maybe you think I underestimate you, but that's how I am, it's a habit, it's not so easy to control."

Fu Yijie lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry, brother, I was too excited just now."

"I don't care what kind of person you are, but I'm just afraid that you will get hurt. It's useless to say that you have a lot," Fu Kun said in a very soft voice, "I didn't say Jiang Song is bad, and I didn't say that those people are bad, I'm just afraid that if you face them all at once, it will be like a person who has been staying in a dark room all the time, and when he suddenly sees the sun, he will lose sight of everything."

"Stop it," Fu Yijie stood up and hugged Fu Kun, buried his face in his shoulder, and rubbed hard, "I know, stop it."