Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Yijie sat up suddenly, his heart was beating fast, and he was a little out of breath.

It has been a long time, and he does not sleep well. He has to take sleeping pills several days a week to fall asleep. When he falls asleep, he has all kinds of dreams.

The dream was full of Fu Kun.

Today was a bit different, this dream made him flustered, and he couldn't relax for a long time sitting on the tatami.

He touched the empty space around him, put his forehead on his knees and closed his eyes.

Fu Kun, are you okay?

After waking up in the middle of the night, it was impossible for Fu Yijie to fall asleep again.

After his heartbeat slowly calmed down, he became sober as far as the eye could see.

After sitting for a long time, he stood up, sat on the chair in the room, and turned around a few times in the dark.

There are two chairs in the room, and the one he is sitting on belongs to Fu Kun. Fu Kun has high requirements for these things. When sitting and drawing, the chair must fully meet the height and angle he requires.

Fu Yijie leaned against the back of the chair, put his hand on the armrest, and tapped lightly with his fingertips.

This pose is Fu Kun's.

Every time Fu Kun took a break in the middle of the painting, he would lean on it like this.

The chair had no temperature, but Fu Yijie had the illusion of warmth coming from his palm.

The eye sockets are very astringent, and the nose is also a little sour.

But no tears.

Ever since Fu Kun disappeared, Fu Yijie never cried again, not even once.

It was a miracle that someone who was so comfortable with crying could not cry.

He felt that his whole body was a little numb, indescribably bored, struggling, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

The small alarm clock that was lit in the dark showed that it was [-]:[-] in the middle of the night.

Fu Yijie got up and opened the cabinet, took out Fu Kun's old T-shirt and put it on himself.

This T-shirt was Fu Kun's favorite, it was worn out but he never threw it away.

Fu Kun is like this, he wears the clothes he likes, and keeps them when they are old, and never wears the clothes he doesn't like, so his mother never buys clothes for Fu Kun to save wastage.

This T-shirt was very comfortable to wear. Fu Yijie leaned back on the pillow, pulled Fu Kun's pillow and hugged him tightly. After hugging for a while, he took a bite on the corner of the pillow.

At dawn, Fu Yijie couldn't fall asleep again. He heard the sound of his mother getting up to make breakfast, and got up after him.

Today he rested, and made an appointment with Lu Yanqiu to see the house she helped to contact. Although he was still feeling uncomfortable, these things had to be done step by step.

Mom was busy in the kitchen, Fu Yijie stood at the door for a while, she turned around and said, "Isn't today a day off?"

"Don't sleep, go out and look at the house in a while, if it suits you, you have to take it quickly," Fu Yijie walked into the kitchen, "If you wait too long, it will be gone."

"Are you busy? There's still half a year left for the internship, and we're starting to do it again..." His mother poured him a bowl of soy milk and put it on the table.

There was still half a year left for the internship, Fu Yijie subconsciously looked back at the calendar hanging in the corridor, it was almost New Year's Eve.

Will Fu Kun go home during the Chinese New Year?

"Mom." Fu Yijie followed behind his mother.

"Huh?" Mom looked at him.

Fu Yijie lost his courage the moment the question came out of his mouth, he lowered his head and walked to the bathroom: "I want to eat buns."

"It's steamed, and today I'm eating steamed stuffed buns." My mother said.

"Oh." Fu Yijie closed the bathroom door, turned on the cold water switch on the sink, buried his head in the cold water, and took a deep breath.

When Fu Yijie took a taxi to the place Lu Yanqiu said, Lu Yanqiu's car had already parked outside the door.

"Both the first and second floors." Lu Yanqiu didn't say anything else to him, and led him in. "It turned out to be a DIY bakery. The downstairs sells things and the upstairs makes bread. The size and layout are suitable."

"En." Fu Yijie nodded and looked around.

"The rent can't be reduced too much. I turned a few corners. It's my friend's friend's friend... In short, I think this price is okay. It depends on what you mean."

"That's the price." Fu Yijie didn't say anything else. Lu Yanqiu has experience, so she thinks it should be enough.

"Look at these first, they are all the materials and forms you need to prepare for the application." Lu Yanqiu took out a document bag and handed it to him, "There is a template, you can just look at the preparation when the time comes, and I will find someone to help you with the specific situation Learn about."

"Thank you." Fu Yijie took the folder. Lu Yanqiu did his best in this matter, and he thanked him sincerely.

"Don't say thank you, I feel like you're far away once you say it this way," Lu Yanqiu smiled, "I've lost a lot of weight recently, no matter what happens, you still have to pay attention to your body, and you can't do anything if you collapse."

"Ah."

There was no one at home at noon, Fu Yijie didn't want to go home, he would feel lonely if he was alone, he would rather sit on a bench by the street and enjoy the cold wind, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

He didn't know where Fu Kun went, how far away, and how long it would take.

Even though he feels hopeless, he still fantasizes that one day he will see that familiar figure in the crowd on the street, even if it just passes by, he is satisfied.

The phone rang, and he put it away gently in his heart.

He would do this every time the phone rang, knowing that it was impossible, but the anticipation that couldn't be suppressed would rise every time.

Every time I look forward to it, every time I am disappointed.

"How's the situation?" Jiang Song asked over there.

"What's the situation?" Fu Yijie looked at the cars passing by in front of his eyes, and when he saw the van, his heart jumped wildly.

"Nonsense, clinic, will I still make a special call to ask about you and Fu Kun?" Jiang Song clicked his tongue.

"The house is finalized," Fu Yijie smiled, "How is your contact over there?"

Fu Yijie didn't have enough qualifications, so he had to find a doctor with five years of experience before he could apply for a practice. Jiang Song had been in contact with seniors who graduated a few years ago during this time.

"Almost, I'm taking Guo Yu to drink every day, don't worry, I'll make a deal for you," Jiang Song said, "Hey, Guo Yu is pretty good."

Fu Yijie couldn't help being happy: "You changed your target again?"

"Nonsense, I have never had a goal."

"Isn't it Doctor Liu?"

"Dr. Liu is addicted to his eyes. What can I do if my child is three years old?" Jiang Song chuckled twice. "Guo Yu doesn't have a girlfriend yet. I'm very skeptical."

"Then ask quickly." Fu Yijie La pulled the collar.

"Don't dare, this person is timid. I'm afraid that if I don't scare you again, I'm doing it for you."

"Thank you for your sacrifice." Fu Yijie stood up, the wind made him feel like coughing.

"Yijie," Jiang Song hesitated, "I'm just asking casually."

"ask."

"You really don't want to look for Fu Kun? Just stay like this?"

Fu Yijie's whole body tensed up, a breath of cold wind poured into his lungs, he coughed on the ground for a long time, gasped for a while before he said, "Why are you looking for him? I really...I have nothing else to do but miss him. I don’t even dare to think about it.”

"Understood, it seems like this is the only way to go," Jiang Song sighed, "Then wait for me to comfort you."

It was very busy before the Chinese New Year. There were a lot of orders from the company hotel and so on. Recently, I found a relationship and received two orders for street greening. Fu Kun had to get up before six in the morning to process the orders with Xiao Hu.

The fall last time scared Xiao Hu enough the next day. When Fu Kun woke up early in the morning and flushed the wound with water from the pressure well in the garden, his grinning expression was probably a bit ferocious. Xiao Hu grabbed his phone When he rushed over, he shouted whether he had run into a robbery, and excitedly wanted to call the police.

Fu Kun didn't take any medicine for the injury. Except for cold medicine, which is for people, other medicines are for flowers and plants.

Fortunately, the injury is not easy to be infected when it is cold, but it heals very slowly. Fu Kun feels pain when he wakes up every morning. Some injuries are like this. They don’t look big or deep, but if you want to be good, you have to take it slowly. Wait, even if the scab is scabbed over, it will still hurt if you accidentally move a little too much.

After the first truck was loaded in the morning, Xiao Hu drove the car to deliver the goods.

"It's time to change to a bigger car," Xiao Hu patted the door of the Chang'an Star, "This car will almost be retired after a few months of building like this."

"You nonsense, digging a hole is not enough to bury it. I have no money." Fu Kun closed the car door, "Hurry up."

Xiao Hu jumped into the car, started it, then poked his head out and said, "By the way, I bought the spray paint you asked me to buy last time, and threw it into the green pot in the first row of flower pots. I forgot to tell you. gone."

"Do you remember my last name?" Fu Kun turned his head and walked towards the pile of empty flowerpots in the garden.

"pay."

"Thank you, get the hell out."

Except for delivering goods, Fu Kun usually doesn't go into the city now, and Xiao Hu will help him bring everything he wants. It took two months for Xiao Hu to bring it back for him.

After the car crashed last time, he didn't drive it again. The car body was covered with deep and shallow scratches. He looked distressed and was reluctant to drive again. He wanted to spray the paint first.

I'm also embarrassed to keep urging Xiao Hu, and I feel that every time I urge, it seems that it is not just because of the broken car.

He found the can of spray paint from the flower pot, sprayed it on the wall a few times to test the feeling, then pushed the car out, squatted beside the car and carefully touched up the paint on the car.

Paint can fill up the color of the scratches, but those deep scratches can't be filled.

After spraying, Fu Kun sat on the ground next to the car. The paint dried quickly, but his painting skills needed to be improved. He touched the road on it and smiled.

Fu Kun pushed the car back to the house and put it away, then took out his mobile phone and dialed his mother.

Today is the first day, and he will call his mother on the first day of every month to report that he is safe.

But when he called his mother, he kept his mobile phone number hidden. He didn't know why, what he was afraid of, or what he thought he was hiding, or maybe it was just to show his attitude.

"Kunzi?" The phone was connected, and my mother's voice came over.

"Well, Mom," Fu Kun leaned against the window, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, are you busy today?" Mom's voice still sounded the same, not very energetic.

"Alright, I've been quite busy these days." Fu Kun tried his best to sound more relaxed.

"How is business?" Mom asked.

"It's not bad. I think we can expand our business a bit next year, so we need to ask someone to help." Fu Kun scratched at the wall, "How is your family?"

"pretty good."

"Well," Fu Kun bit his lips, "Tell Dad to pay attention to his body and drink less alcohol."

"He doesn't dare to drink now." Mom smiled.

"Are you still dizzy?"

"I'm not dizzy, it's fine, I'm fine."

"That's good." Fu Kun's finger poked hard on the wall, don't ask, don't ask!

Mom was silent for a while and asked him: "Go home for Chinese New Year?"

Fu Kun pressed his forehead to the wall, stared at his fingers, and answered with some difficulty after a long time: "Business is good during the Chinese New Year, so I can't leave. It's just started now. I don't want to miss the business, so I'd better stay here and watch the calculations." gone."

Mom didn't speak, just sighed very low.

"There will be more time next year if things go well," Fu Kun said, not knowing whether he was comforting his mother or himself by saying this, "I will take the two of you on a trip then."

"That's good," my mother smiled, "Your father always wants to go to the beach."

"It's easy to talk about the seaside, just a few classmates..." Fu Kun stopped suddenly after speaking.

Some of Fu Yijie's classmates lived by the sea.

This name, which has not been uttered from his own mouth for a long time, just slipped out without warning and naturally.

The moment he said it, Fu Kun's heart twitched violently, and he had difficulty breathing.

why?

Why is it still like this!

In Fu Kun's concept, it has been a long time, too long, it seems that he and Fu Yijie have not seen each other in their entire lives.

The moment the name was spoken, it still made him feel a little out of control.

miss.

worry.

Those entangled emotions that couldn't be concealed just surged down, Fu Kun's eyes were blurred, and his forehead was pressed against the wall with a faint pain.

"I'll hang up first, there's a call coming in." Fu Kun gritted his teeth and said, before his mother could speak, he quickly hung up the phone and squatted on the ground.

Years ago, the orders received were quite large. Fu Kun jumped three feet high every day. This is different from the busyness when he was making clothes. Sitting in the Chase every day is boring and sleepy. He felt that it took a lot of physical strength to grow flowers and trees. Since he started to manage the nursery, he has not had much physical strength every day.

The only advantage of being so busy is that most of the time, apart from orders and those flowers and plants, he basically has nothing else in his mind.

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, the payment for the previous orders had all been credited to his account.

He calculated the money and planned to transfer some of it back home.

Xiao Hu was driving the car, and he sat on the co-pilot with his eyes closed.

I heard that after he crashed like that last time, Xiao Hu has been worried about him driving again, and Fu Kun didn't argue with him. Xiao Hu is a slow-witted person, but he has a good heart and is serious in his work.

After driving for more than two hours, Xiao Hu turned his head and asked him, "Are you going to CCB?"

"En." Fu Kun responded and opened his eyes.

The car has already driven into the urban area, the music and red decorations all over the street reveal a strong Chinese New Year atmosphere.

In the past, Fu Yijie was most annoyed when he went to the streets at this time. He said that wherever he went, there were only two songs, and Andy Lau kept singing Gong Xi Fa Cai, Congratulations on Fa Cai, or the Chinese doll shouted, wishing everyone Congratulations on the New Year, Gong Xi Fa Cai...

"What do you mean by wishing everyone Gongxi and fortune in the New Year? Is it because I didn't learn Chinese well or my ears have problems? Every time I hear this sentence, I can't listen to it anymore. This sentence is all over my head. I always wonder if there is a language problem. In this way, I can't help humming along."

Thinking of Fu Yijie's depressed look, Fu Kun suddenly became amused, and smirked outside the window for a long time.It happened to be a traffic jam at the moment, and a motorcyclist next to their car outside was taken aback by his laughter, and stared at him for a long time inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Hu also asked inexplicably.

"My brother has obsessive-compulsive disorder." Fu Kun was so happy that he couldn't stop.

"Your brother?" Xiao Hu was taken aback.

Fu Kun never mentioned his family members, parents, and younger brother to him. Xiao Hu probably couldn't react.

"Well, my brother," Fu Kun patted him on the shoulder, "Hurry up, you can't stand still at this time, you have to squeeze, or if you don't squeeze, we both have to stay here at night."

"Who said, the traffic police will come and take us to the traffic police brigade."

Fu Kun laughed again, tears came out of his laughter, he didn't know what happened to him today, it was as if his laughing point had been tapped.

There are many people depositing and remitting money in the bank, and there are long queues in front of the teller machines.

Fu Kun waited in line for a long time before he finally got his turn. He transferred [-] from his card to his mother.

After the money was transferred, I sat on a chair in the bank and called my mother.

No one answered his mother's mobile phone, so he had to call his father's mobile phone again, and the phone was shut down for arrears.

"Hey!" Fu Kun was a little helpless, his father would never remember to pay the bill without shutting down the machine, and he had to shut down the machine twelve times a year.

Fu Kun looked at the electronic clock on the counter, it was noon, and his mother should be at home, so he dialed the number at home.

He can text his mom, or call back later.

But for some reason, he still dialed the number at home.

He suddenly felt a little scared when the dial tone rang.

The heartbeat was a little unstable, and every time I took a breath and exhaled, I felt like I was trying to spit out all the oxygen in my body, but when I inhaled, I felt a little weak.

The dial tone only rang three times, and after three times, Fu Kun had already started to feel suffocated.

With trembling hands, he took the phone from his ear to his eyes, and when he was about to press to hang up, the phone showed that it was connected.

There was a voice in the receiver, but he couldn't hear what it was or who it was. His hands were shaking violently, and he put the phone back to his ear almost exhausting all his strength.

When he heard the voice on the phone, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"Hello?" Fu Yijie's voice sounded anxious with confusion, "Speak."

Fu Kun bit his lip hard, tears slipped from his fingers.

"Fu Kun? Is that you?" Fu Yijie's voice began to tremble, "I know it's you, can you talk?"

Fu Kun didn't make a sound, tears slid down his fingertips and flowed into his ears. The noise around him suddenly seemed to be separated by a long distance, and only Fu Yijie's anxious voice could be heard.

"Brother, I beg you, talk, there is no one at home," Fu Yijie was anxious, his voice a little hoarse, "I won't go to you, I just want to hear your voice, I beg you, you talk, Just say yes, I beg you..."

Fu Kun lowered his body, put his elbows on his knees and held his head.

This long-lost familiar voice destroyed all his efforts for so long in just a few seconds.

This is Fu Yijie, he grew up together, the person he loves and protects, the person he... can't help but love.

"Fu Kun!" Fu Yijie roared hoarsely.

Fu Kun pressed the hang-up button, grabbed his phone and held his head on the chair in the bank lobby, looking like an unlucky guy who didn't pay usury at the end of the year and was about to be sacked and thrown into the river by the underworld.