Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Yijie's hand pressed on Fu Kun's back with a lot of force. Fu Kun was pushed forward by him, and the hand that had been tightly holding the handlebar had to be loosened to support the fuel tank. After a while, Fu Yijie didn't get pushed down directly.

"A bit..." Fu Kun gritted his teeth and yelled, Fu Yijie pulled out his hand that was in the waistband of his trousers, but he felt a soft and moist touch on his back, and the tip of Fu Yijie's tongue touched his back Up, slide up a little bit along the back.

He suddenly felt numbness all over his body, and the heat in his body slowly spread from one point to the whole body. When the tip of Fu Yijie's tongue brushed against his shoulder blades, he was already sweating.

"Fu Yijie!" Fu Kun turned back and put his hand on Fu Yijie's shoulder, trying to stop him from sticking to him, but although Fu Yijie stopped licking his back, his hand didn't stop.

Fu Yijie's hand was on his waist, the scorching temperature in his palm matched with the hotness in his body, and the feeling of stroking and kneading his back was indescribable.

Fu Kun's reason was shouting, stop!But the faint desire and the body's desire to deal with Yijie's touch made him struggle back and forth between standing still and getting out of the car and walking away.

Standing still seems to have the fucking upper hand...

After rubbing and rubbing his body eagerly for a while, Fu Yijie reached into his trouser waist again, this time without pausing, he groped directly down.

Fu Kun knew that if he didn't stop Fu Yijie, he didn't know what would happen if he went on like this, even if he couldn't control it, but it was still on the street, the [-]th Ring Road that had just been repaired, even if this section was not finished. It doesn't mean that two big men can touch each other on the motorcycle without any scruples!

Fu Yijie opened his underwear and stretched it in. Fu Kun raised his hand and slapped the horn button fiercely.

The horn sounded suddenly, which seemed very abrupt in the deserted wasteland, and suddenly sounded a little deafening.

Fu Kun didn't let go, and kept pressing the horn, the sound of the horn dragged on and echoed in the sun and hot wind.

No matter how impulsive and excited they were before, and no matter how much they had fantasies, they were all broken by this loud and monotonous voice, and the ambiguous atmosphere was instantly torn apart.

Fu Yijie's hand shook slightly, and he pulled it out of Fu Kun's trousers, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his forehead rested on his back, and he silently stopped moving.

Fu Kun still honked the horn and didn't let go. He felt that the sound was harsh and irritating, but he didn't want it to stop as if he was punishing himself.

"Fu Dasheng," Fu Yijie sighed softly behind him, and said in a muffled voice, "Receive your supernatural powers."

The sound of the horn disappeared, and a car drove by far away, and the sound of the wheels made the surroundings even more silent.

"Is my back salty?" Fu Kun asked.

"Well," Fu Yijie smiled, "Yes, it's a good thing you didn't go to Datong today, or you're not sure what it's like."

Fu Kun straightened up and pulled the vest that was pushed onto his chest by Fu Yijie: "I knew I would go to Datong first in the morning."

"Brother," Fu Yijie was still leaning on his back, leaning his face on his shoulder, "yes..."

"Don't talk about that." Fu Kun quickly interrupted him.

"Why." Fu Yijie asked.

"Because it's unnecessary, there's no question of whether you're worthy or not," Fu Kun restarted the car, "Damn, it was just a good balance and maintained well, or it must fall down."

"How can you fall on four legs?" Fu Yijie smiled, feeling a little lost in his heart, but also had an indescribable sense of relief, "Did you just... have a reaction?"

"Nonsense," Fu Kun gently twisted the accelerator, turned the car and drove towards the main road of the Fourth Ring Road, "Your brother is a normal man in good health."

"Is that so... Do you do the same with other people?" Fu Yijie pulled his pants, reached in and adjusted his position. He was wearing a pair of slacks, which were a little tight. He should have worn beach shorts today.

Fu Kun let go of the accelerator, the car slowed down, but picked up quickly again, his voice swept across Fu Yijie's face in the wind: "No."

Fu Yijie's heart felt warm and he closed his eyes. After a while, Fu Kun clicked his tongue again and said, "It's not impossible, it will be troublesome if you don't..."

"what?"

"Forget it," Fu Kun was a little depressed, "Let's go to the reservoir for a walk, where my dad took us fishing when we were young?"

"Okay." Fu Yijie raised his head and closed his eyes to face the sun, a dazzling light flickered in front of his eyes.

Halfway through the summer vacation, Jiang Song ran over suddenly, and when he called Fu Yijie, he had already got off the bus at the station.

When Fu Kun received a call from Fu Yijie saying that he would not go home for dinner, he didn't feel anything. After hearing that it was Jiang Song who came over, he thought about it: "I can treat you two to dinner."

"Please?" Fu Yijie hesitated, Jiang Song said something next to him, and he responded, "Why don't you eat it at home, Jiang Song wants to eat the sauced beef made by his mother."

"That's all right, I'll go back earlier." After Fu Kun hung up the phone, he sat and stared for a while, wondering what kind of sauced beef to eat on a hot day!

When I got home, it was just in time for get off work, and the road was a bit congested. When Fu Kun entered the door, my parents had already returned. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a burst of laughter.

The mother's voice came from the kitchen: "Jiang Song is good at knives, do you often cook?"

"It's okay, sometimes I cook it, and you can try a special dish later." Jiang Song said with a smile.

"Okay, hey, my son is really good from someone else's family." My mother shouted happily.

Fu Kun kicked his shoes aside, changed into his slippers and was about to walk into the living room, when Fu Yijie came out of the kitchen with a smile on his lips, he was stunned when he saw him: "You are so early..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Song followed, holding a bowl in his hand, and put his arm on Fu Yijie's shoulder: "Bring a bowl of hot water here."

"I'll go." Fu Kun reached out to take the bowl from Jiang Song's hand, turned around and went to the water dispenser to get hot water.

Seeing him, Jiang Song immediately stood up straight, and called out politely as before: "Hello, brother."

"Good boy." Fu Kun was suddenly a little moody, and he responded with a cry and entered the kitchen with a bowl in his hand.

"You came back so early today?" Mom took the hot water, "Hey, have you seen Jiang Song's? I saw your brother a few times when he was in elementary school, and now he has grown into a big boy..."

"Could it still grow into a big girl?" Fu Kun washed his hands by the sink, "Your second young master has grown into a big man who 'forgot to shave these two days'. Of course other people's sons have to grow up too."

Mom glanced at him: "I'm just describing it, what are you trying to do with me, annoying or not!"

"I want to eat fish." Fu Kun glanced at the pile of meat on the chopping board.

"Tomorrow, today Jiang Song said he wants to eat beef, so I will get all the beef." Mom waved.

Fu Kun opened the refrigerator: "Isn't there fish here?"

"I can't finish it, there are only five people, this is a big pile of meat," my mother put down the knife and closed the refrigerator door, "Did you have a fight with someone in Datong today and you were upset?"

"No," Fu Kun hurriedly turned around and walked to the living room, "Just beef."

The meal was full of laughter and laughter, Jiang Song's parents could talk together, this kid even knew how much pigeon meat is now in the vegetable market per catty, and he could chat with his father about the same thing Well, my dad has been driving a bus all his life, and whenever someone tells him about the bus, he gets excited.

This was probably Fu Kun's least talked meal. While listening to Jiang Song and Fu Yijie talking about school affairs to his parents while having fun, he suddenly discovered that Fu Yijie and Jiang Song Spending more time together than him.

Inexplicably, he felt that the inseparable feeling between him and Fu Yijie since childhood has faded a lot, and Fu Yijie is no longer as reluctant to go back to school as before...

After eating, Fu Kun packed all the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen to wash, Fu Yijie followed and stood beside him.

"Go out, it's not good to leave Jiang Song there alone," Fu Kun turned on the faucet and poured it into the bowl, "You didn't drink too much today, do you want to sing a song?"

"I didn't drink much, I just talked." Fu Yijie smiled and leaned against the wall, "Let me wash it for you."

"I'll do the laundry, you go out and chat for a while, I didn't know you could talk so much with others," Fu Kun buried his head in the dishes, "Don't get in the way of me."

"I'll talk more with Jiang Song." Fu Yijie scratched his head, turned and walked out, then turned his head and said, "But it's the most comfortable to chat with you, and you won't be sleepy if you don't sleep all night."

Fu Kun smiled and ignored him, didn't he?It had been a long time since the two of them had a whole night without sleep just talking.

Some things changed silently between the two of them, because they seemed to shrink back tacitly from that layer of things that no one dared to touch easily.

When Jiang Song said he was going to leave, his mother stopped him, saying that staying in a hotel is not as comfortable as staying at home.

"No need to bother," Jiang Song said hesitantly, and glanced at Fu Kun who was half lying on the sofa watching TV, "I'll just stay in a hotel..."

"Let's stay at home, it's convenient," Dad looked at the clock, "it's too late to find a hotel at this time, just wash up and sleep here."

"I..." Jiang Song still wanted to decline.

"Stop rambling," Fu Kun said, "You and Yijie sleep in the room, and I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Jiang Song took a shower and entered the bedroom. Fu Yijie was already lying on the tatami. He closed the door and asked softly, "Where does your brother usually sleep?"

"Here," Fu Yijie patted the outer part of his right hand, "what's the matter?"

"Then you sleep on his side, I'll sleep on your side," Jiang Song climbed onto the tatami and pushed Fu Yijie out, "I dare not sleep on his side."

Fu Yijie moved outside and laughed for a long time: "What about you?"

"Very much." Jiang Song lay down and breathed a sigh of relief, "Your brother doesn't like me."

"Impossible," Fu Yijie continued to be happy, "His personality is very good to everyone. You may be afraid that he is the shadow of his childhood, but he didn't dislike you when he was young."

"Did you drink too much and didn't feel it, or did you lose your nerve?" Jiang Song turned over and faced the wall, "You don't seem like such a dull person."

Fu Yijie laughed for a while before slowly stopping. After a long silence, he said: "I know what you mean."

Jiang Song clicked his tongue: "Then you are still pretending to be stupid, it means nothing to pretend to be stupid with me."

"So what if you don't pretend to be stupid?" Fu Yijie smiled and kicked Jiang Song's ass, "His attitude is the same to me, and it doesn't make any difference to him."

"Hey," Jiang Song sighed, "I was just surprised."

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound, closed his eyes, buried his face in Fu Kun's pillow and took a deep breath.

"Change someone." Jiang Song said.

"Who do you want to change?" Fu Yijie asked sullenly in the pillow, "You?"

"If you really want to change me, it's not impossible." Jiang Song turned over and lay on his side facing him, and said with a smile, "At least I won't let you have such a big psychological burden."

Fu Yijie peeked out one eye from the pillow and looked at him: "We're not the right size."

Jiang Song laughed for a long time: "Have you tried it? You know it's not right?"

"No need to try," Fu Yijie also grinned happily, "I haven't imagined dealing with Fu Kun before."

"I don't have to be 1." Jiang Song reached out and lifted the small towel quilt on Fu Yijie's stomach, looked up and down for a while, "I'm just for your body, I can cooperate."

"Yo," Fu Yijie didn't drink much today, but he still wanted to laugh somehow, and smiled again at Jiang Song, and said after a while, "Why aren't you afraid of Fu Kun now?"

"I just said it behind my back," Jiang Song sighed, "I really don't dare to be honest, it's not that I don't dare, it's... that I don't want to."

"Hey!" Fu Yijie slapped him, "You don't want to again?"

"Yijie," Jiang Song turned over and continued to face the wall, "You are too innocent, I don't want to touch someone who is too clean."

"That's what you said," Fu Yijie smiled disdainfully, "Like a woman who has lost her footing, you still have time to be so hypocritical."

"That's not what it means, fuck, women who have lost their feet don't have my sentiments, I mean in my heart," Jiang Song pointed his middle finger at him with his hands behind his back, "If you understand it, don't pretend to be stupid."

"Then are you going to keep fooling around like this?" Of course Fu Yijie understood Jiang Song's meaning. Jiang Song has never had a regular boyfriend, and he seems to be playing around forever. Fu Yijie sometimes has a kind of Jiang Song I will never really feel like someone in my life.

"I don't know, there is no certainty about this matter, so sometimes I envy you," Jiang Song patted his chest with his backhand, "No matter how tired you are, at least this place is not empty, even if the ending is left there Thinking about it, but as long as you don’t think about it, there is a long way to go before you.”

"It's hypocritical again." Fu Yijie smiled, pressing his chest, probably.

"I'll just drink some wine and flirt with you. We are literary youths in our bones, so bear with it."

The two of them didn't talk anymore, Fu Yijie closed his eyes and gently rubbed the pillow towel, and soon fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a "bang" sound from the living room. Fu Yijie couldn't sleep soundly. The sound was not loud, but it still woke him up. Then he heard Fu Kun say in a low voice: "Fuck me!" .”

He got up lightly, opened the door and walked into the living room, and saw Fu Kun sitting on the floor in front of the sofa rubbing his elbows.

"Did you fall?" Fu Yijie walked over and squatted beside him.

"Turn over and come down," Fu Kun gritted his teeth, "Scared me, I was dreaming about jumping off a cliff, I thought it was too high, or I'd better jump next time, a fool came and pushed me... ..."

Fu Yijie leaned on the sofa and laughed for a long time. Fu Kun stretched out his hand and patted him on the back of the head: "Laughing fart, go to sleep quickly, why are you drunk in the middle of the night?"

"Good night." Fu Yijie quickly took his arm, kissed his elbow, and ran back to the bedroom on tiptoe.

Fu Kun felt that ever since Fu Yijie went to college, his life had been cut into four slices, one slice for summer vacation and one slice for winter vacation, and two slices for the transition period between winter and summer vacations.

After a few years, he was quite used to this kind of life in four places. Fu Yijie was going to start an internship in the next semester of his senior year, and he also started to do research crazily.

Fu Kun felt that this kid was unmatched in his studies, and he probably only worked so hard in making money.

He and Cheng Qingqing finally snatched a shop in the new area of ​​the Commercial Plaza. The shop is very small, only ten square meters, and it took a lot of effort to get it. They are acquaintances, but they are already second-hand. The balance is paid off within two months.

He transferred the two stalls of Chase, and the transfer fee can be turned around for a while.

During the time when he didn't have to go to Datong to squat every day, he and Cheng Qingqing soaked in various service markets, discussing how to decorate the shop, and discussing the future business direction and positioning back and forth.

Fu Yijie would call him about every two or three days to inquire about his progress.

"You still have so much time to worry about," Fu Kun wanted to laugh every time he answered the phone and heard Fu Yijie ask him about the store in a serious manner, "Are you tired from the internship? You have so many mouths to talk about every day, when you brush your teeth in the morning, will you feel tired?" shadow……"

"You talk so much nonsense," Fu Yijie laughed, "I'll show you your teeth when I get home from vacation."

"Don't! Listen," Fu Kun tapped his teeth into the microphone, "Listen to this sound, how crisp and healthy, come back and help Dad see his teeth, he said one of his teeth is loose and he has to wait Let's show him."

"Let him go to the hospital. His teeth will fall out when I go back." Fu Yijie was a little helpless. Since he went to college, his parents have been like this, and his mother said that his teeth were going to hurt. Save it up for Fu Yijie to show after graduation.

"I'll accompany him to the hospital tomorrow, don't worry," Fu Kun said with a smile, and knocked his teeth a few more times, "You just need to practice hard, and things are going well with me. I will renovate after paying the money next month. Then just wait for the opening of the new area, but I haven’t thought of the name of the store yet.”

"Then you have to think about it, don't give me a name like Tuanzi again."

"Let Qingqing think about it. That day she said that it would be better to call it Chen Yu, but I said it would be better to call it Squirrel Fish. She was in a hurry with me." Fu Kun laughed happily for a long time, "Then she said that it should be called Moth Eyebrow..."

"It's not as good as Shaolin." Fu Yijie said.

"How do you know, that's what I said." Fu Kun made another joke.

"How can I not know about your virtue?"

After Fu Kun hung up the phone, he was in a good mood. Today Cheng Qingqing took Xiao Chengcheng to the bookstore, and he planned to go to the commercial plaza alone.

When he was about to go out, the phone rang, and it was Sun Wei.

Sun Wei didn't call him for a while, and he was too busy to contact Sun Wei.

"Mr. Sun, do you remember me?" Fu Kun answered the phone.

"Kunzi, are you busy?" Sun Wei didn't talk to him, his voice sounded tired.

"I'm not busy today, what's the matter?" Fu Kun heard that he probably had something to do, so he sat down on the sofa.

"Do you have any money left?" Sun Wei asked.

Fu Kun was stunned for a moment. He had told Sun Wei before that if he needed money, he knew that Sun Wei was forced to burn by Lu Chunyu because of the money, but Sun Wei had never spoken to him.

"How much?"

"There's quite a lot. I've contacted a batch of accessories here. I'm in a hurry. If I can eat them..."

"How many?"

"30," Sun Wei said, and added, "I have a new family here, and I'm in a hurry to make a deal. I can pay you back almost at the end of next month. I really can't afford it, and I don't want to miss the opportunity."

"Is it reliable?" Fu Kun asked, he can get 30, but he will use it next month, and Sun Wei must pay him at least 20 next month.

"I know both sides, and they were our customers before."

Fu Kun thought for a while: "I have the money, and I wouldn't rush you normally, but this time I have to use the money, and you have to get some of it back for me next month, or I won't be able to turn around here."

"Don't worry," Sun Wei said with a long sigh of relief, "You have really helped me a lot. I really don't know where to get the money. If I can win this order, I can make a lot of money. I can't lose you. I will pay you tomorrow." Send you an IOU."