Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Yijie suddenly said that he wanted to visit Xia Fei. Fu Kun was taken aback, but he was not too surprised. Xia Fei had a deeper meaning to Fu Yijie than other people. On the day Xia Fei left, Fu Yijie It should be obvious when he fell headfirst to the ground, but at that time he didn't know the secret of Fu Yijie's heart.

After going through so many things, it's not surprising that Fu Yijie suddenly wanted to see Xia Fei.

"Let's drive." Fu Kun opened the door and prepared to get in the car.

"Take a taxi," Fu Yijie pressed the car door, "You've been drinking."

"What kind of car do you take at this time? People can take you to the cemetery. There is no car when you come back. The last bus over there is gone at 8 o'clock." Fu Kun patted his head and got on the bus. "I'll drive slowly."

Fu Yijie stood still, he could actually go at another time, such as tomorrow, it doesn't have to be late at night, but he couldn't hold back the strong feeling in his heart.

Xia Fei is not only the gentle brother of the neighbor, not only the one who shares his little secrets, not only the one who tells him what to do in many cases, from the first time he saw Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai kiss Up to now, it has been more than ten years. In these ten years, his confusion, his fear, his depression, his pain, his outburst, every change, has Xia Fei's shadow.

The hope he saw and the despair he felt were all given by Xia Fei.

Now, he finally got everything he had been looking forward to, a warm home, a gentle person, and he couldn't control the urge to see Xia Fei, even if it was just... a cold tombstone.

"Get in the car." Fu Kun reached out and touched the tip of his nose, "There are no cars on the way there, so I'll be fine if I drive slowly."

Fu Yijie hesitated for a moment, got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and closed his eyes.

Fu Kun started the car and drove slowly to the street. The street lights flickered past Fu Yijie's face. He said softly, "I think, I'm really... so happy."

Fu Kun smiled and said nothing.

It is not close to the cemetery from home. If it is a bus, I have to back up twice.

Fu Kun's car drove much slower than usual. After driving out of the street, Fu Yijie opened his eyes and looked at the road ahead.

The number of people and cars on the road gradually became less and less. After an hour, there were no people on the road.

The surroundings are very quiet, only the car lights illuminate the road ahead, without the scattered lights in the residential buildings, the street lights are gone, and the faint moonlight shows a bit of loneliness.

Fu Yijie propped his forehead with his hands, and the night sliding back around him made him feel unspeakably melancholy.

For ten years, Xia Fei has been quietly staying at these lonely ends.

The car turned onto a small road, which slanted upwards. The cemetery was built on a hillside, with a small lake in front of it.

Fu Yijie sat up straight and looked ahead. Not long after, the road came to an end, and the gate of the cemetery appeared in front of him. Fu Kun stopped the car 30 meters away.

The cemetery closes before five o'clock in the afternoon. If you want to go in, you have to take a detour from the side or climb the door. Since Fu Yijie didn't drink too much, but after all, he only has half a cup. It's possible to climb the door now Will be hung on the door, and they decided to take a detour through the path.

The path was very narrow, with the graves of former farmers on both sides. Fu Kun turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and the two walked quickly along the road in silence.

After about ten minutes, they circled into the cemetery.

Fu Yijie only came here once in the year Xia Fei left, but he remembered clearly where Xia Fei was, in the left corner on the slope facing the lake.

He walked between two neat rows of tombstones and walked to the end.

Stopped at the tombstone at the end.

There is a small photo on the tombstone with a familiar smile on it.

The tomb of Aiko Xia Fei.

Fu Yijie bent down in front of the tombstone, and slowly squatted down.

There is a bouquet of roses on the small platform in front of the tombstone, and the flowers bloom very brightly.

"Zhang Qingkai came here today." Fu Kun stood aside, the flowers were very fresh, and there were still some unopened buds.

"Well," Fu Yijie touched the petals, and found a small envelope under the bouquet, "He may come here often."

Fu Kun stood quietly in front of the tombstone for a while, and said softly, "I'll wait for you down there."

"Okay." Fu Yijie nodded.

Fu Kun scratched his hair, walked down the steps next to him, and sat at a stone table on the lower floor.

"Brother Xiao Fei," Fu Yijie's finger touched the word "Fei" on the tombstone, "Long time no see, I suddenly wanted to come over today, and I didn't buy anything for you."

"I didn't bring any money," he smiled, looking at the bouquet of flowers, "Zhang Qingkai wrote you a letter, did you read it? I haven't written a letter to anyone, but to Grandma Bingxin when I was in elementary school." I wrote a letter before, and asked Fu Kun to teach me how to write it, so he wrote "Grandma Bing Xin, hello, but I couldn't write it, you taught me how to write it, remember?"

Fu Yijie was fascinated by Xia Fei's smiling face in the photo. In his memory, Xia Fei's last appearance was pale and thin. Only when he saw Zhang Qingkai, his frowning eyebrows relaxed.

He can feel that kind of feeling now, as long as Fu Kun is around, he will be at ease and feel very comfortable, Xia Fei is the same, even though his body and heart are equally painful, as long as Zhang Qingkai is around...

"Did I tell you?" Fu Yijie scratched lightly on the ground with his fingertips, feeling a little embarrassed suddenly, just like when he told Xia Fei his little secrets many years ago, " I like Fu Kun... for many years."

Fu Kun was sitting next to the stone table playing games with his mobile phone. He turned the volume of the mobile phone on mute, and he could hear Fu Yijie's broken voice. He couldn't hear what he said.

Fu Yijie usually doesn't talk much, but he can talk better in front of familiar people, but today he is particularly talkative.

Fu Kun sighed lightly, as for Fu Yijie's rambling tonight, I don't know if Xia Fei can bear it.He smiled, remembering that when Zhang Qingkai was playing at Xia Fei's house, Zhang Qingkai nagged Xia Fei about their basketball game. Glue me on.

He took a look at Fu Yijie, and there was really a roll of tape on the car.

After laughing by himself for a while, Fu Kun couldn't help sighing again.

Brother Fei, are you okay?

You are very happy. The person you care about the most really only thinks about you in this life.

Before, I couldn't understand Xia Fei's feelings, how much love he had, how much unwillingness he had, but now... it is enough to have such a person in a lifetime, to have such a relationship once.

Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai used to be the hurdle that everyone couldn't overcome, but in the end, they were still the ones who erased the hurdle in their hearts.

Fu Kun looked at the phone in a daze, and he didn't know when Fu Yijie came to him.

Under the cold moonlight, a hand suddenly touched his neck lightly. Fu Kun almost jumped up in fright before he had time to react. One voice: "Who—"

"Hey!" Fu Yijie was so frightened by his reaction that he almost tripped over the stone bench next to him, "Me! Your brother!"

"Damn it," Fu Kun took a long time to recover, picked up the phone from the ground and put it in his pocket, "Can you make a noise, anyway, this is also a cemetery."

"I've called you several times," Fu Yijie felt a little helpless, and opened his arms towards him, "I thought you were asleep, are you scared? Come here and give me a hug."

"Hold me." Fu Kun glanced at him, Fu Yijie didn't move, just stretched his arms like that, he stood there for a while and finally walked over.

Fu Yijie hugged him tightly, patted his back, and pawed his head a few times: "Snoring can't scare you."

"Get out!" Fu Kun pushed him away, "Have we finished talking? Are you going to go?"

"Go," Fu Yijie stretched his arms with a smile, "I suddenly feel very relaxed."

Fu Kun walked up the steps, touched Xia Fei's tombstone lightly, turned around and walked the way he had come and gone.

When the two returned home, it was past one o'clock, and Mom and Dad had already fallen asleep, and Dad's snoring came out from the bedroom for three days, with a little whistling sound.

"It sounds like a snore after drinking alcohol." Fu Yijie whispered, picked up the dumpling that was rubbing against his feet, and rubbed it.

"Let me tell you, just before, when I was in the first or second grade of elementary school," Fu Kun said with a smile while changing his shoes, "Mom, I don't know where I heard that dripping into the mouth of someone who snores A few drops of water could stop it, so I used a spoon to get some water into Dad's mouth when he was snoring, but it turned out to be too much, and Dad coughed and sprayed her all over the face..."

Fu Yijie laughed for a long time, put the dumpling on the ground, took Fu Kun's arm and kissed him on the mouth, but the light was not turned on in the room, and he couldn't find a place to kiss him several times in the dark.

Fu Kun had no choice but to move closer to his lips: "Here."

Fu Yijie hugged him tightly, kissed him, and stuck the tip of his tongue into his mouth. Fu Kun was a little nervous and hid for a while, but quickly went up to him, and the two became entangled.

Fu Yijie pulled off Fu Kun's clothes with his hands and touched them in. He scratched and rubbed them fiercely a few times. Fu Kun's breathing suddenly became a little urgent, and he wanted to pull his hand away while panting.

Fu Yijie pushed him into the bedroom with his arms around him, kissed and kissed randomly on his face and neck while panting heavily, and reached into his pants to touch him.

After entering the bedroom, Fu Kun relaxed, hooked his arm around Fu Yijie's neck, touched his lips, and said in a low voice, "Can you suffocate you to death in a few seconds, why don't you toss around in the corridor!"

"I didn't think about it either." Fu Yijie smiled, pushed his clothes to his chest and pressed it against the wall, and licked his chest lightly, "I just want to kiss and touch a few more."

"Taking a bath and going to bed!" Fu Kun flicked him on the forehead and pulled up his clothes.

"What are you doing tonight?" Fu Yijie leaned against him and put his arms around his waist.

"I'm tired from drinking today. If you think about it, I'll help you." Fu Kun pinched his chin.

"Hand?"

"Ah."

"Forget it, I'm afraid I'll get half of it. I can't help but think..."

"I found that you are like turning on the faucet, you can't even stop it." Fu Kun clicked his tongue.

"Is there?" Fu Yijie smiled, let go of him, opened the cabinet door to get clothes to take a shower, "I'm counting, it's about three or four times a week, if you live in a garden, it's even less."

"Would you like to make a statistical chart, write it down every time you finish it, hand or mouth or something, three lines of red, green and blue, and then summarize it in a year to see how we did it this year?" Fu Kun clicked his tongue.

Fu Yijie was overjoyed, took his clothes to take a shower, and when he passed by him, he leaned over and licked his earlobe: "Okay."

As the Chinese New Year was approaching, Fu Yijie's clinic had already started to make a profit. He discussed with Fu Kun and planned to finish the final decoration of the new house before the year, buy furniture and electrical appliances, and spend the Chinese New Year in his new home this year.

"After all this is done," Fu Yijie pressed the calculator, "Your pickup will be useless, right?"

"It's okay." Fu Kun leaned back in the chair, put his legs on the table, and lowered his head to draw with a notebook. "Now that I'm done, I can buy it by next summer at most, just in time for the peak season."

"How about this," Fu Yijie thought for a while, "Give me that little broken roof of your car, and I'll pay you half of the money."

Fu Kun smiled: "No one wants that car for free now."

"I want it." Fu Yijie said very simply, he actually wanted to help Fu Kun buy the car directly, but Fu Kun probably wouldn't want it because of his temper.

"Then..." Fu Kun smiled and put his feet on his lap. He knew exactly what Fu Yijie was thinking. He estimated the income of Fu Yijie's clinic, "I'll give you a chance."

"What?" Fu Yijie turned to look at him.

"Let's do this, don't pay half the price, you can just buy me a pickup truck, it doesn't have to be too good, it's fine if it can pull goods and run on muddy ground." Fu Kun bit the pen in his mouth and shook it up and down.

"Really? You don't want to play the game of not eating the food you come from?" Fu Yijie put down the calculator and pinched his calf.

"Well," Fu Kun continued to draw on the notebook with his head down, "I did the math, you're richer than me, so let's take it easy, if you don't get what you pay for, you don't get what you pay for."

"Fu Kun, you finally..." Fu Yijie bit his lip, "Finally..."

"Finally willing to let you have a chance? Cherish this opportunity, Doctor Fu. You've been waiting for this since you were a child." Fu Kun smiled.

Fu Yijie didn't speak, just looked at Fu Kun and smiled, pressing his hand on the calculator unconsciously.

Fu Kun was painting, and he was particularly willing to see how Fu Kun was painting, his eyelids were drooping, and he was very quiet.Fu Kun hadn't drawn for a long time, and he bought his notebook and pen only a few days ago.

Mom and Dad are watching TV and chatting in the living room. From time to time, they have to argue about the plot. Usually, when Mom raises her voice, Dad goes silent, and the cycle continues after a while.

This feeling is great, and Fu Yijie enjoys it very much. Every day when he comes back from a tiring day in the clinic, he enjoys the time of night the most.

"What are you drawing?" He pinched Fu Kun's feet.

"You, do you want to see it?" Fu Kun said.

"Look."

Fu Kun ticked the notebook twice again, and handed the notebook to him.

"Hey, so handsome." Fu Yijie took a look and couldn't help laughing. Fu Kun's paintings are still so beautiful, and the simple and smooth lines make people look very comfortable.

In the painting, Fu Yijie was shirtless and only wrapped in a towel.

He flicked the notebook with his fingers: "You also said that I am a hooligan, are you different, you are not allowed to wear pants."

"I'm missing your abs." Fu Kun grinned at him.

"Why do you miss it? I still have it now." Fu Yijie stood up, lifted his shirt and stood beside Fu Kun, "Look, how wonderful it is."

"One, two, three, three pairs," the pen in Fu Kun's hand slowly traced down his stomach along the muscle line, and finally hooked his trouser waist and pulled it down, continuing to go back and forth on his lower abdomen Paddle, "Three, three, three..."

Fu Yijie was overjoyed, grabbed his pen and threw it on the table: "I don't have four anymore, I don't have time to exercise recently."

"So miss it," Fu Kun smiled, "I miss your eight-pack abs, but I have never changed my four-pack."

"Really, let me see." Fu Yijie pulled his clothes.

When Fu Kun was about to stand up, the bedroom door was slapped and slowly opened.

"Ah!" Mom stood outside the door and looked at the two of them with a bit of embarrassment on her face, "The door didn't close, it opened with one palm, my magical skills have been practiced, goodbye."

"It's hidden," Fu Yijie smiled a little embarrassedly, "We have abs in comparison."

Mom froze for a moment, then clicked her tongue: "What's the comparison? Neither of you can compare to your dad."

"Compared to what?" Dad stood up and walked over with a teapot in his hand.

"Abdominal muscles! I'm going to compete with them two." My mother put her hands on her waist, "Let's go!"

Dad didn't speak, turned around and walked back quickly.

"Why are you running?" Mom grabbed him, "Take out your whole abdominal muscle and scare them to death!"

Fu Kun couldn't hold back, leaned on the chair and laughed uncontrollably: "It scared me to death."

"It's especially exciting when you run on me." Dad rubbed his belly and looked at mom.

"This is a blow to your head! Dang!" Mom gave him a blank look, and went into the kitchen to prepare supper, "Exercise! Understand! You don't have four or eight dollars, you should practice splitting your piece in half Come on! The older you get, the less you pay attention to your health. In two years, your stomach will be able to hang on your lap and play as a ball..."

"As a pillow for you." Dad cheerfully followed into the kitchen.

Fu Yijie smiled and patted Fu Kun's stomach, then quickly grabbed him down, and then ran out: "Eat supper."

"Damn it!" Fu Kun was taken aback, covered his crotch for a long time before cursing in a low voice, "Fu Yijuan, you owe a fuck."

The new house was installed a few years ago. Fu Kun and Fu Yijie worked hard for two or three days to arrange all the furniture and electrical appliances in the house, and invited the housekeeping aunt to clean it up.

Fu Yijie walked around inside and outside the house, and carefully checked the kitchen. This is my mother's territory, and everything must be in accordance with her habits.

"How is it?" Fu Kun followed and took a look.

"That's right, but this range hood may be too high-end, mom needs to get used to it." Fu Yijie patted the cover of the range hood.

"I'm 15 years old, I'm getting used to it very quickly," Fu Kun pulled his arm, "Come and see the balcony."

Fu Yijie followed Fu Kun to the balcony. There are three balconies in this house, and the living room is the largest one. It faces the distant mountains and has a good view.

During the decoration, the workers kept suggesting to make a closed balcony, but Fu Kun insisted not to, because he likes the feeling of having a wide view.

The sun at noon was very good, and half of the balcony was bathed in the sun. Although the wind was quite strong, the sun was still very pleasant.

"We can run along this road in the morning until we get to the side of the mountain and then turn back." Fu Kun pointed to the road outside the back door of the community. "The air must be very good."

"En." Fu Yijie nodded.

"If it's the weekend, I can ask my parents to go hiking. There is an eye spring on the mountainside...it's probably frozen now."

"Ah."

"However, it will take a few more years before I want to live here for a long time. The two of them retired to take care of themselves."

"Ah."

"Take it as a holiday villa now, how awesome it is."

"Ah."

"What the hell are you thinking?" Fu Kun looked at Fu Yijie.

"Listen to you." Fu Yijie leaned against the balcony railing with a smile, "Just listening to you talk like this is very comfortable, just like when you were young and you kept talking nonsense at night."

"Really, listen slowly, I'm more prone to express emotions," Fu Kun smiled, stood in the sun and stretched, squinting his eyes to look at the sun, "A bit."

"Ok?"

"Is there any special feeling of satisfaction?"

"Yes," Fu Yijie reached out and touched his face, "I'm completely satisfied, I hope to be like this for the rest of my life."

"Of course it will last forever." Fu Kun turned his face and kissed the palm of his hand. "When we get old, we will squat here to bask in the sun. I'll scratch it for you, and you can rub my back. How about it?"

"it is good."

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