Zhu Mu Lang Ma

"I want to...fuck you."

Fu Yijie's words were blunt, shameless and shameless. Fu Kun couldn't describe what he heard when he heard the word "fuck you". Said that only when the drink is high will the feeling of the idiot brother's mouth be revealed.

It's okay to use this as a curse, just do it, but this time it's him who is going to do it, and he still plans to put it into action.

This is unbearable!

"Why?" Fu Kun knew that his face should be quite bright red, and the roots of his ears were hot.

"No reason, just because you promised me." Fu Yijie reached into his T-shirt, and drew circles with his fingers up and down his waist.

"Fart!" Fu Kun slapped his hand away, jumped off his lap, pointed at him and whispered, "When did I promise to let you...fuck me?"

As soon as these two words were uttered, Fu Kun felt hot again, and his face was almost scorching hot.

"You said, when I am taller than you, you just promise me one thing, you can do anything," Fu Yijie sat with his legs stretched out, "This is the exact words, not a single word is missing."

"Then you have to see what's going on!" Fu Kun looked out the window.

"I didn't let you go out naked." Fu Yijie clicked his tongue, thought for a while and said, "We will always do this, or...do you want to fuck me?"

"Shut your mouth, ancestor," Fu Kun rushed forward and covered Fu Yijie's mouth, "Can we not talk about things that need to be hidden under the covers in such a windy place?"

"Then think about it slowly. Let's talk under the quilt at night," Fu Yijie mumbled in his hand, then stuck out his tongue and licked his palm, "Eat."

Fu Kun was already full. Originally, Fu Yijie appeared suddenly today and brought him news about his mother. This already made him unable to think smoothly, but after eating, Fu Yijie also said to him, Apart from sitting by the table and staring blankly, his brain has already been paused.

Fu Yijie is fine, he has been buffering for a few days, except that the joy of seeing Fu Kun made him unable to stop the car and want to be a hooligan, nothing else has any effect, his appetite is also very good, the rest on the table He basically covered all the dishes, and finally drank the fish soup.

Fu Kun couldn't help but reached out and touched his stomach. He had touched it before. Fu Yijie was so edible, but when he touched his stomach after eating, he didn't feel how round it was. He didn't know how to eat so many things Where did it go.

"I've got it." Fu Yijie leaned back comfortably and raised his head.

Fu Kun glanced at it. Fu Yijie was wearing a low-necked T-shirt. He leaned forward so that his collarbone and neck showed a sexy line. There was a roar from the window, and the little girl checked out.

After dinner, Fu Kun took Fu Yijie to deliver the goods. It was a large meeting of some kind of company, and he asked for a lot of green plants to decorate the venue.

Xiao Hu had already installed all the flowers. When Fu Yijie got into the car, he was startled. The seats in the rear rows of the car were dismantled, and two shelves were built with wooden boards, which were full of flowers. There are still many yellow mud marks, and the air conditioner can no longer be started.

"It's been a year since I saw you, have you tossed the car like this?" Fu Yijie patted the car seat.

"No way, the car is just like this," Fu Kun started the car, "Sometimes I have to make a few trips when there are too many goods, rent a car if I need it urgently, and buy a small truck next year when the turnover is over."

Fu Yijie looked at him and said nothing. In a year, Fu Kun had lost weight, but he still had the energy to endure hardships in his bones, so he understated it when he said this.

"How is your business?" Fu Kun asked after driving the car onto the main road.

"It's been open for a while, it's okay," Fu Yijie tilted his head and kept staring at Fu Kun, "Jiang Song also came to help me."

"Did Lu Yanqiu invest in the equipment?" Fu Kun reached out and pinched his face.

"Well," Fu Yijie smiled, "Without her help, we wouldn't have opened so soon."

"A few days ago, my teeth were always sour. I don't know if it's allergies or tooth decay. Doctor Fu, do you have time to help me take a look?"

"Is it still sour now?"

"Now?" Fu Kun gritted his teeth a few times, "It's not sore now."

"That's what I thought," Fu Yijie replied with certainty, "You don't need to look at me, just look at me more, it's better to touch a few more before..."

"Open the window." Fu Kun interrupted him.

"Why?" Fu Yijie was stunned, the road was gray and he kept the windows closed.

"Your face is too big to fit in the car, open the window and get out." Fu Kun gave him a sideways look.

Fu Yijie was overjoyed, and laughed for a long time: "Why are you like this?"

Following Fu Kun to deliver the goods, Fu Yijie's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Under the sun of more than 30 degrees, they unloaded the goods in the open space without shelter and helped arrange the flowers. After working for more than an hour, the two returned to the car.

Fu Yijie ran to buy two bottles of water, Fu Kun took it and filled the whole bottle, then squeezed the empty bottle: "It's cool."

"Is it like this every time I deliver goods?" Fu Yijie also tilted his head and filled half of the bottle in one go, and the sweat on his body suddenly became more intense, as if he had just come out of the river.

"No, some people will be in charge, and you don't need to help arrange the goods after they are unloaded." Fu Kun leaned on the driver's seat, holding a piece of torn paper and fanning, "Actually, we don't need to help arrange the goods today, we are not here for service. After a while, there will be a repeat customer."

"Well," Fu Yijie took the newspaper in Fu Kun's hand and fanned it for him, "Going back to the garden now?"

"No, let's go to the market later and buy some vegetables." Fu Kun glanced at him, "Go home early and have a big meal in the evening."

When the word "go home" was uttered, Fu Kun felt a sense of relief that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Mom must have already bought vegetables, but Fu Kun and Fu Yijie still went to the market and bought a lot of vegetables.

There was also a lot of chicken, duck and fish, and after carrying them to the car twice, the vegetable seller thought they bought them from the cafeteria.

"The refrigerator won't fit anymore," Fu Yijie looked at the pile of bags in the car, "Will it break?"

"With you," Fu Kun jumped into the car, "Why don't I buy a freezer and move it back later."

"You're crazy," Fu Yijie smiled, "I let go, this is enough for me for three days."

"It shouldn't be broken." Fu Kun drove the car out, "Go to the supermarket again."

"what?"

"Bring you some snacks."

Hearing this, Fu Yijie's eyes suddenly became hot, and he quickly turned his head to look out the window, his eyes widening.

When the two walked upstairs carrying a bunch of bags, they ran up at first, then slowed down. When they reached the fifth floor, Fu Kun stopped in the corridor.

Fu Yijie also stopped, he knew what Fu Kun was doing, he didn't say a word, he lowered his head to organize the bag in his hand, a bag of tofu fell on the ground three times along the way, he opened it and looked, it was already broken into tofu brains.

"One piece," Fu Kun said in a low voice, "hug me."

Fu Yijie didn't say anything, he went over and hugged Fu Kun vigorously, and the tofu brain in his hand fell to the ground again.

"You can make mapo tofu." Fu Kun glanced at it.

The cries of Tuanzi came from upstairs, although it could be heard that they were calling through the door, but the voice was still very loud, with the characteristic grunt of Tuanzi when they yelled loudly.

Fu Kun felt a little nervous, but he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth when he heard the cries of the dumpling. His mother kept saying that the grunting sound of the dumpling was very much like fuck your mother, woof woof, fuck your mother...

Thinking of his parents, Fu Kun suddenly accelerated his speed and rushed up to the seventh floor with nervousness and longing.

He had a lot of things in his hands, and he didn't take out the keys for a long time. Fu Yijie looked anxiously, and when he was about to take out his own keys, the door opened.

"I haven't been home for too long, and I can't find the keys?" Mom poked her head out from behind the door, and the dumpling rolled out like a ball of wool, screaming around Fu Kun while wagging her buttocks and tail desperately.

Fu Kun looked at his mother, the dumpling bit his trouser leg and pulled him without feeling scared. He stared at his mother for about ten seconds before softly calling out: "Mom."

"What about fleeing from famine?" Mom clicked her tongue and looked at the things in their hands. "Your dad bought a bunch of them just now, and I don't know what to do with them. Here's another pile."

"I'll accompany you to set up a stall downstairs tomorrow." Dad came out of the kitchen.

"Dad." Fu Kun entered the door, and when he breathed the unique smell in the air of the house, he felt his heart, which had been hanging in the air all this time, feel at ease.

"I lost weight." Dad patted him on the shoulder, and grabbed him hard again, "It's dark too, it's hard work."

"No, it's too hot." Fu Kun smiled and went into the kitchen with his things.

Fu Yijie also followed in, and put the bag in his hand on the chopping board.

"Why am I a little nervous?" Fu Kun whispered, "What should I do?"

"I don't know." Fu Yijie took a deep breath and bit his lips, "I'm more nervous than you. I almost fell when I just changed my shoes."

Mom and Dad couldn't tell if they were as nervous as him, Fu Kun only saw the smile in their eyes.

This is the parents, no matter what, as long as they see their children happy, they can smile from the bottom of their hearts.

"Your mother said that she wanted to go to your garden to play, as an outing." Dad said while making tea.

"It's okay to stay at the nearby farmhouse for two days. There's only a dilapidated garden in my place, full of flowers and grass, and there is no place to stay." Fu Kun sat next to his mother, "If you want to inspect it, you have to Bring mosquito repellent, the mosquitoes are as strong as flies this day."

"Bite you?" Mom asked.

"Bite," Fu Kun touched his leg, "Look at this colorful field."

"You still bite when it smells so bad?" Mom leaned over to him and sniffed it.

"Hey!" Fu Kun jumped up, having fun for a long time, "I'm sweating all over the delivery today, you smell it, it's not much better than me."

"You two hurry up and take a shower, I'll cook." Mom ran into the kitchen pinching her nose and kicked Fu Yijie out.

My mother tossed out a large table of dishes, all of which Fu Kun and Fu Yijie loved to eat. She stood beside the table with a sense of accomplishment and clapped her hands: "Comrade Fu Jianguo, tell me, are you particularly blessed?"

"Yes." Fu Yijie lay down on the table and smelled every dish, and took out a chicken leg to eat.

Today's dishes are particularly delicious. I don't know if his nose has lost his sense of smell for so long. It didn't suddenly get better until today. In short, the smell of this dish brought him back to his life a year ago.

"Yes," Dad nodded seriously, went to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of wine, "Shall I have a drink?"

"Are you still drinking?" Fu Kun said while wiping his hair with a towel shirtless, "Stop talking and stop drinking? Don't have acute gastritis again."

"I haven't drank much for a year, let's have some," Dad sat down and opened the wine, "It's been a while since my two sons and I have had a drink together."

It took almost three hours for this instant meal, breaking the record for the longest meal time in his family's history of eating.

Dad usually doesn't talk much, but today he is especially good at talking. When he said a few words, he took the cup and knocked it on the cups of Fu Kun and Fu Yijie, and continued talking after knocking.

When Fu Yijie drank with his father, he was very serious. When his father knocked on his glass, he just took a sip.

"You're almost done," Fu Kun looked at his cup, "Don't spit and sing for a while."

"Yijie can't even practice his drinking capacity. It's hopeless." The mother held her chin, she didn't eat much, and she has been looking at her two sons with her chin held up today, with complicated emotions in her eyes, but Fu Kun could see the smile in her eyes.

"That one, drink less," Dad pointed to Fu Kun, "Come here."

"It's the same for you." Fu Kun smiled and picked up the cup to touch him, "This is the cup, and you drank a lot today."

"Look," Dad laughed, and patted Mom on the shoulder, "The wine sage won't let me drink it."

Mom gave him a sideways look: "The wine saint told you not to drink."

"Okay, that's it." Dad touched the cup to Fu Kun's cup vigorously, and the cup made a crisp ding. He raised his head and drank the rest of the wine in the cup. A little red, looking at Fu Kun and Fu Yijie, "No matter what, son, it's alright! You are alright, we don't want anything else, as long as you are alright."

Fu Yijie didn't speak, but raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. The wine slowly slid down his throat with a slight scorching heat. After the last drop of wine went into his mouth, he still looked up. Head, as if frozen.

"Dad, we know, we know." Fu Kun held the cup. His father, who was not very expressive, would definitely not be able to say such a thing if he hadn't been drinking. Although he was a little confused, it still made his eyes warm.

"Drink you!" Dad pointed at him.

Fu Kun smiled and drank all the wine in the glass in one go.

"Oh, it's so touching," my mother clicked her tongue several times, and stood up, "It's like going to the battlefield, but I'm just looking for an excuse to drink, Fu Kun cleans up!"

"No problem." Fu Kun also stood up and began to clean up the dishes on the table.

Dad sat on the sofa next to him, picked up a small teapot and drank tea.

Fu Yijie was still frozen on the chair. His mother glanced at him and whispered worriedly, "Did your brother twist his neck?"

"Doctor Fu," Fu Kun leaned over and saw the tears in Fu Yijie's eyes, "Go wash and sleep."

"Well," Fu Yijie didn't move, a teardrop slipped out from the corner of his eye, he quickly wiped it with his hand, "Boss Fu, do me a favor."

"What?" Fu Kun asked.

"Help my head..." Fu Yijie frowned, "It seems really twisted."

"Hey, you are awesome!" Fu Kun stretched out his hands to support the back of Fu Yijie's head and slowly straightened his head, "Can you stand upright? I let go?"

"It's so annoying," my mother gave Fu Kun a sideways look, "It's twisted but not broken!"

Fu Yijie touched his neck and moved a bit, his eyes were a little dizzy, probably because he drank the last half of the glass too hard: "It's okay, I probably drank too much."

"It's not a possibility, it's for sure. You don't have a short time, so hurry up and get some sleep." Fu Kun sighed.

Fu Yijie went to wash up, Fu Kun was talking with his parents in the living room, and his mother reached out to pinch his face from time to time: "How do you eat in the garden?"

"Put it in a bowl and stuff it into your mouth with chopsticks," Fu Kun put his arm around her shoulders, "It's the same as when I ate at home."

"Why are you so annoying?" Mom pushed him, and clicked his tongue twice, "I guess it's often stuffed in the nose, or how can you lose so much weight."

"The great river is flowing eastward! The stars in the sky are turning to the Big Dipper!" Fu Yijie's half-roaring voice suddenly came from the bathroom.

Dad shook his hand holding the teapot, and the tea spilled on his pants, so he stood up quickly and kept shaking.

"Ouch, dear mother!" My mother was also startled, clapping her hands on her chest, "I'm having a convulsion after paying for half a cup!"

Fu Kun was so happy that he got up and went to the bathroom door and patted on the door: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Fu Yijie was washing his face, and the water was rushing, "Drink our wine! Breathe up and down without coughing! Drink our wine! Don't kowtow when meeting the emperor!"

After Fu Yijie returned to the room, he sang a bunch of English songs in a mess, probably sung on the pillow, and the voice wasn't too scary.

Fu Kun chatted with his parents until almost 12 o'clock before he washed his face and went into the room to sleep.

When he closed the door, he was a little flustered for no reason, and always felt that the bedroom door was not safe to enter, like a thief.

Mom and Dad didn't have any special reactions, it's been like that countless times since I was a child, my dad said something to sleep, and my mother said good night, baby, and then went into the house.

Fu Kun turned on the light in the bedroom, and Fu Yijie lay on the pillow, hugging his pillow as if he had fallen asleep.

He went over and twitched the pillow, but it didn't twitch. Fu Yijie hugged him very tightly, and even pressed half of his body.

"For a while, let go." Fu Kun whispered, and patted his buttocks.

Fu Yijie opened his eyes in bewilderment. When he saw him, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes widened: "Brother?"

"Ah, what's the matter?" Fu Kun took off his shirt and prepared to lie down.

"Go back..." Fu Yijie sat up abruptly, leaned on Fu Kun's body and hugged him in a daze for a long time, closed his eyes and said softly, "I'm sleepy, I thought you haven't come back yet... dreaming Woolen cloth……"

"I'm back, didn't you go to find me back?" Fu Kun also put his arms around him, tilted his head and kissed his ear, "Go to sleep, I'm right here, you hug me to sleep , can’t run away.”

"Well," Fu Yijie hugged him tightly after lying down, and put his legs on his stomach, "Why didn't you push my legs?"

"Seeing that you have pity and reward you." Fu Kun smiled.

Fu Yijie bent his calf and rubbed under him: "Is Xiao Xiaokun drunk?"

"I'm sick," Fu Kun smiled, reached out and patted his leg, "Don't make trouble, go to bed quickly."

"Good night, brother."

"Good night."

Fu Kun wasn't drunk, but he hadn't drunk like this for a long time, he felt a little dizzy, closed his eyes and felt that he was lying on a boat.

He was very at ease in his heart and didn't think about anything. He usually lay on the small wooden bed in the nursery, thinking about it in a mess, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Now listening to Fu Yijie's gentle breathing in his ear, he felt relaxed.

This was a peaceful, solid sleep that he hadn't felt for a long time.

Fu Kun didn't know when he fell asleep or how long he had been asleep, but he knew that he was probably dreaming.

The scene of Fu Yijie in the water during the day reappeared in his mind frame by frame like a slow motion along with the dream.

Hands caressed and rubbed gently on the body, from the chest to the lower abdomen and then slowly descended, kissing softly and moistly.

Fu Kun felt that his breathing was getting heavier, and amidst the excitement, he felt that something was wrong.

This feels too real.