Zhu Mu Lang Ma

After Jiang Song asked this sentence, he didn't seem to intend to wait for Fu Yijie's answer, so he put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked forward slowly.

Fu Yijie followed behind him without making a sound, and it took him a while to back away slowly.

He and Jiang Song usually don't talk much about these things, he doesn't like to talk, and Jiang Song doesn't like to inquire.

This was the first time Jiang Song asked him so directly, and it was so...accurate.

Fu Yijie felt that according to Jiang Song's personality, he would not have asked such a question if he hadn't been almost [-]-[-] percent sure.

When he was almost at the door of the store he was going to, Fu Yijie said, "You don't need me to answer, do you?"

"I don't need you to answer me, what a fart," Jiang Song didn't turn his head, "You can't guess about this kind of thing, you have to ask, it's not just anyone, it's your brother."

Fu Yijie smiled reluctantly, that's right, if it was anyone, Jiang Song wouldn't ask, even someone as indifferent as Jiang Song felt that such things should not be guessed casually.

He took a breath, and when Jiang Song was about to enter the store, he grabbed Jiang Song's arm tightly, as if if he missed this time, he wanted to speak out what was in his heart, Neither chance nor courage will come back.

"That's right," Fu Yijie said, his voice was hoarse, but it was clear, "It's Fu Kun."

Jiang Song turned his head, rubbed his aching arm, and said after a long time: "Fu Yijie, you are really exaggerating."

Fu Yijie didn't know what to say, but he didn't have anything to say. Jiang Song accompanied him to the station to inquire about the consignment, but he didn't speak all the way.

After a few days, when everything was done, when he sent Fu Yijie to the station to get on the train, he asked carefully, "That matter...does your brother know?"

The luggage had already been put away, and Fu Yijie stood on the platform with him. Hearing this sentence, Fu Yijie sighed softly: "I probably know, you can see it so clearly, he is the person involved." , don't you know?"

"Didn't hit you?" Jiang Song took out a cigarette and drank it, leaning against the pillar next to him.

"No." Fu Yijie glanced at him, "He probably won't beat me up in his life."

Jiang Song grinned: "That's not enough."

"I didn't intend to force him either." Fu Yijie frowned, Jiang Song sometimes spoke very bluntly, and could cut someone's wound with a single knife, "I didn't say you were annoying."

"I never said that," Jiang Song laughed, and reached out to touch the back of Fu Yijie's buttocks, "Did I step on your little tail? Does it hurt? I'll rub it for you."

Fu Yijie was overjoyed: "If you dare to touch me, I will beat you right now. You have so many little tails, I will trample on you."

"It's so ruthless, don't let people tell the truth," Jiang Song clicked his tongue, "I don't like you, let's give up as soon as possible, it's been several years, isn't it uncomfortable?"

"I'm used to it," Fu Yijie stared at the train wheels, "I don't feel anything if I don't think about it."

"No one can stop thinking all the time, unless he runs out of ideas," Jiang Song patted him on the shoulder, "Get in the car."

Fu Yijie didn't inform Fu Kun of the specific time when he would arrive home. When Fu Kun was sitting in Datong in the afternoon and was drowsily nodding to Sister Li at the opposite booth, his cell phone rang.

"Do you want me to bring you dinner?" Fu Yijie's voice came from the phone, accompanied by the mouse-squeaking sound that Fu Xiaotuanzi made when he was acting like a baby.

Fu Kun's drowsiness disappeared immediately, and he stood up refreshed and clear: "Are you home?"

"Well, I just got home, and Mom hasn't come back yet, so Dad is watching at home..." Fu Yijie sounded in a good mood.

"Then what food is there? If you don't have a meal with the whole family on the first day you come back, Mom will have to worry about it. You stay at home. I'll go back now," Fu Kun hung up the phone and called across the booth. "Student Lin Yuanyuan!"

Lin Yuanyuan ran over, and he took Zhang Baibai from his wallet and handed it over: "Let's have something delicious tonight."

"Thank you, Brother Fu, are you going home?" Lin Yuanyuan took the money and smiled. Every time Fu Kun had to leave early, when he threw both stalls to her, he would give her some extra pocket money.

"Well, if Xiao Chengcheng comes up in a while, you can give him the purchase list I made that day and let him show his mother." Fu Kun took the bag and rushed out.

On the way home, Fu Kun went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of snacks. Every time when Fu Yijie was on holiday, the house would be followed by mice, and the snacks would be gone within two days.

When the car drove downstairs, Fu Kun stopped and stared at the open space where he usually parked for a long time.

There are no designated parking spaces in the community, and there are not many cars anyway, so everyone parks casually. After a long time, basically every car has its own fixed location. Fu Kun's car usually parks at the corner of the building.

But today that place was occupied by someone, and a black Suzuki Prince was parked, which was very cool, and it was placed sideways, completely occupying the land.

Fu Kun liked motorcycles since he was a child, and he was obsessed with Harleys when he was a child. He even posted a lot of posters on his bedside, but Harleys cost too much money. Compared with the economical and cool prince, he seemed more down-to-earth.

He stopped his Chang'an Star next to Prince Edward, got out of the car and walked around, it was a GZ125HS, someone from Chase drove a red one, no matter how you look at it, the two boxes behind it look like fire trucks, and the black ones are more majestic Much more.

"Whose family..." Fu Kun muttered in a low voice, turned around and ran into the corridor, if he was not in a hurry to go upstairs to meet classmate Fu Yijie, he would have to circle the car three times or twice.

Fu Kun flicked the car keys and jogged up the stairs, feeling very happy, and even whistled a few times.

When he reached the sixth floor, just as he turned the corner, a black figure suddenly rushed out from the side, carrying a gust of wind.

"Damn it," Fu Kun was startled, almost lost his foot and knelt on the stairs, "Fu Yiqian, you're going to die!"

"The reaction is pretty quick." Fu Yijie pulled him back, "You knew it was me in a flash?"

Fu Kun felt that it was amazing for him to judge that this person was Fu Yijie not from the figure but from the breath, but he did feel the familiar breath of Fu Yijie, which made him suddenly feel like he was nesting in On the haystack under the sun, the whole person is fluffy.

"I smelled it was you," Fu Kun looked at him, every time Fu Yijie came back, he would feel that this kid had changed again, and he was particularly emotional, "You have grown a beard..."

"It's so fresh, I'm surprised I don't have a beard." Fu Yijie laughed, touching the stubble on his chin, "I forgot to shave these two days."

"When I was a child, I let my dad tie his beard and cry for half an hour..." Fu Kun reached out and pinched his chin, then turned and walked upstairs.

Fu Yijie suddenly hugged him from behind, and rubbed his chin hard on his neck.

"Hey!" Fu Kun was really frightened this time, struggling to jump up the stairs, jumping up and down like being stung by a bee, shouting under his breath, "Give it up, what are you doing in the corridor! "

"Don't move!" Fu Yijie whispered in his ear, his arms around him didn't loosen, "I just want to hug you, I don't want to pick you up! Why are you jumping like an epileptic!"

"Damn..." Fu Kun stopped struggling helplessly, although he knew very well that if he continued to struggle, Fu Yijie would definitely let go.

Fu Yijie leaned over with his arms around him, his chin resting on his shoulder, and his breath gently swept his neck.

Although their current postures are similar to "Don't go, I beg you not to go" and "Let go of you shameless bitch", this feeling still makes Fu Kun feel very comfortable, just like sleeping, Fu Kun Yijie would be next to him, as if burying his face on his shoulder, with warm breathing and some inexplicable feeling between the two of them.

Fu Kun subconsciously closed his eyes.

"Datong's ventilation system should be replaced." Fu Yijie whispered in his ear.

"Ah?" Fu Kun closed his eyes and didn't react.

"You smell like Chase..."

Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little bit happy and wanted to curse, so he shook his hand severely: "Let go! You bitch!"

Fu Yijie was also taken aback for a moment, but quickly stopped him: "Don't abandon me!"

"Stupid," Fu Kun laughed for a long time, then turned to look at him, "Tell you what you've been doing these past few days, and I'll spare you."

"I did something very pleasant." Fu Yijie smiled and pushed him upstairs, "You will know in two days."

"In two days?" Fu Kun leaned back, letting Fu Yijie push him, "It's my birthday in two days, did you cause some damage?"

"You'll know when the time comes, dear."

At home, celebrating birthdays is something that is not taken seriously. Whether it is Fu Kun or Fu Yijie, the birthdays are basically not. Occasionally, my mother will say happy birthday. Other times, it is similar to ordinary days. It has been several days since I woke up.

Fu Kun didn't know what birthday surprise Fu Yijie had arranged for him. He was not sure whether the gift-giving tendon in Fu Yijie's mind was long or not. For example, he gave his mother a pot and his father a monkey. The skull, the monkey head was stuffed in the cabinet by my mother, because it would scare people no matter where it was placed.

"Brother, come and see." Fu Yijie stood on the balcony and waved to him, pointing to the downstairs.

"That Prince? It's been parked there for a few days. I'll take a look the day you come back..." Fu Kun went to look downstairs, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Fu Yijie, "Fu Yijie! Don't be scared." I!"

"What are you scaring you for?" Fu Yijie leaned against the balcony railing with a smile, took out a car key from his pocket, hooked it on his finger and put it in front of Fu Kun's eyes, shaking it gently, "You are walking around next to your birthday gift It’s been a few days, so there shouldn’t be any surprises, right? Happy birthday.”

"Fu Yijie!" Fu Kun couldn't describe his mood, grabbed the car keys, turned around and ran outside, "You're going to die!"

"Kill me!" Fu Yijie shouted after him.

"You wait! It'll be a while!" Fu Kun rushed out of the room and jumped all the way downstairs.

After going around the car downstairs for more than a dozen laps, and listening to the sound for a long time while turning on the gas pedal, Fu Kun finally recovered from his dizziness.

"When did you buy it?" He straddled the car and looked at Fu Yijie.

"Before the holiday," Fu Yijie patted the boxes on both sides of the back seat, "Jiang Song has a friend who owns a motorcycle dealership, so I asked him to help buy it."

"how much is it?"

"Ten thousand."

"Aren't you crazy? You spent [-] on a motorcycle? You can buy a second-hand van for [-]!" Fu Kun frowned.

"I'm going to spend [-] yuan to buy you a second-hand bread. I'm really crazy." Fu Yijie smiled, "Do you like it?"

"Where did you get the money? Did you earn it by speculating in stocks? Just earn [-] to buy a car?" Fu Kun lowered his head and kicked the front wheel of the car.

"The car seller said that this model doesn't have a big rack, so if you want it, you have to install it yourself." Fu Yijie squatted down beside the car.

"The 125 car needs a big ass, just jack it up." Fu Kun adjusted the rearview mirror of the car, "I asked you if you used all the money you spent on stocks?"

"Fu Kun," Fu Yijie frowned, "Isn't it funny that you can earn [-] yuan just by trading in stocks for three years?"

"Then how much did you earn?" Fu Kun became interested. He had never asked about Fu Yijie's stock trading. He thought it was just a child's play. Now that I think about it, it's a little bit [-] for my younger brother who is buried in his studies every day. Incredible.

"Don't worry about you," Fu Yijie stood up and stepped into the back seat, "I don't care if you buy a storefront or not, if there is too much, but how much you gave me when I was in school, can I double it to you?" Question... take me around."

Fu Kun took a serious look at Fu Yijie. It seems that this kid has earned a lot, and he has made a lot of money by accident in the past two years.

"You don't need to give me money, just pack it up and let me count it for you." Fu Kun started the car, he knew that Fu Yijie's stock trading was not just for making some money to show off, but also for the sake of showing off. Buy him a shop, "Where should I go?"

"Sihuan, isn't a section of the [-]th ring newly built? There are few people." Fu Yijie stuck behind him and put his arms around his waist.

"Okay," Fu Kun looked down at Fu Yijie's arm around his waist, and said after thinking about it, "Should I go upstairs and change?"

"Why?" Fu Yijie also looked at him. Fu Kun didn't go to Datong today, and he wore a vest and a pair of beach pants at home. Fu Yijie liked to see him wearing this, it looked so lazy and comfortable. Anyway, he thinks Fu Kun looks good in whatever he wears.

"It doesn't work," Fu Kun clicked his tongue, "Why don't you go upstairs and change into a pair of leather pants, then attach a big gold chain, and take the sledgehammer that Sun Wei gave me..."

"Then you drive and I will escort you back to the Fifth Hospital." Fu Yijie leaned on his back and said happily, "Tell the doctor that I will pick you up to play after you get better."

In the end, Fu Kun didn't go upstairs to change, instead he drove the car roaring all the way out of the community wearing a vest and beach pants.

"Dear brother, look." Fu Kun drove the car towards the Fourth Ring Road. There were few people on the road in the morning, so he drove the car very fast. a feeling of."

Fu Yijie looked at Fu Kun's legs. The beach pants were blown up like two lanterns. He reached out and pressed Fu Kun's legs, and whispered with a smile, "Are you wearing underwear yet?" Can you see it? After a while, the bird should leave the nest with the wind."

"Pay a piece of you shameless thing, I found out that you now..."

"I'm in heat." Fu Yijie laughed.

"Shut up, now that the tomcat downstairs doesn't howl, you're still posting, it's long enough."

"Men!"

"It's just you..." Fu Kun suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Yijie was a little puzzled.

"No." Fu Kun stopped talking, but was still happy.

Fu Yijie frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly guessed what Fu Kun was laughing at, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Fu Kun, it's almost done, what's so ridiculous about laughing for so long!"

After the car drove on the Fourth Ring Road, there were obviously fewer people and cars on the road. Not long after the North Fourth Ring Road was repaired, there were basically no cars. Fu Kun whistled and twisted the accelerator.

Fu Yijie didn't hug him anymore, loosened his arms, opened his arms and closed his eyes on the back seat: "You haven't taken me for a ride for a long time."

"Our family doesn't have motorcycles anymore. I'll drive the lovely Chang'an Star to take you around and you won't do it." Fu Kun smiled. After the family's motorcycle retired, my mother asked my father to ride a bicycle every day as exercise, and he did. It was a long time since he took Fu Yijie in his pocket like this.

"It feels different," Fu Yijie took a breath, and the warm wind was blowing into his nose and mouth, "This is called a 'ride', you must have this feeling of being blown bald Just do it."

The car drove to a fork in the fourth ring road, and Fu Kun turned the car in. At the end of the drive, he found a section of new road that hadn't been repaired. There was a piece of grass in front of him. He stopped the car and looked around with his legs propped up. : "It's really desolate here."

"It's not developed yet," Fu Yijie leaned against his back, and in the dry air he could smell Fu Kun's favorite scent mixed with soap, "You won't see the wasteland now Thinking about buying a house?"

"No, I don't have that much money," Fu Kun smiled. "I've installed water and electricity for that suite now, and nothing else. If I don't have enough money to buy a store, I have to save some emergency turnover."

"Brother," Fu Yijie put his arms around him, stroked his belly with his fingers through the clothes, "Is the house ready for you to get married?"

Fu Kun was obviously stunned for a moment, and Fu Yijie could feel the slight pause of his breathing with his fingertips.

"That house was bought for my family, and the whole family moved there. It doesn't matter whether I marry or not." Fu Kun squeezed the back of his hand, "Why don't you think about it?"

"I didn't think about it specifically, I just thought about it by the way." Fu Yijie turned his face and buried himself on Fu Kun's back, rubbing back and forth.

Fu Kun didn't speak anymore, the surroundings were very quiet, only the wind heated by the sun blew past from time to time, making people feel hot.

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound, and the finger that was scratching Fu Kun's stomach slowly slid down, hooked the side of Fu Kun's vest and lifted it, stretched his hand in, and pressed his palm lightly on his stomach.

Fu Kun shrank back, and Fu Yijie's palms were soft and warmly pressed against them. He felt a little sweat start to break out from his body, but it was quickly blown away by the hot wind.

Fu Yijie's hand stayed on his stomach for a while, then went up a little bit, touched his left chest, and pressed it tightly.

His heart was beating faster, and Fu Kun's hands holding the handlebars were already soaked in sweat. He squeezed the handlebars tightly like he was pinching an enemy. If this was a bone, he would probably be able to squeeze it loudly at this moment.

Fu Yijie's other hand was rubbing back and forth on his waist and leg. Fu Kun felt his body tense, relax, and tense with Fu Yijie's hand inch by inch...

When Fu Yijie pushed his vest up and his lips fell on his back, Fu Kun gritted his teeth and called out: "A piece."

"En." Fu Yijie responded, but his movements didn't stop.

The lips slowly moved down along Fu Kun's back, the warm breath and the soft touch of the lips spread along his back to the whole body, Fu Kun felt his hands were a little weak.

"I said before," Fu Yijie put his hand on his left chest down, and his fingertips penetrated into his trouser waist, "If I faint, you can wake me up with a single slap."