you complement me

After entering June, the weather seemed to be turned on suddenly, making people unbearably hot.

Just walking from the shadows to the sunny place, I feel like I have come to a world shrouded in steam, not to mention the blazing sunlight sticking to my body like something tangible, it makes me feel like I will melt in the next second .

Therefore, Yu Yiru felt that she could understand that Bo Fuzhang, who originally had a higher body temperature than others, was lying on the bamboo mat in the air-conditioned room like a dead dog on most sunny days in June.

Bamboo mats were spread on the floor, occupying about half of the room. After Bo Fuzhang stayed in a certain place for 30 seconds, he rolled, from left to right, then from right to left, and finally sat cross-legged unbearably. Get up and say, "Let's go to the South Pole."

Yu Yiru sat on the bed facing the computer, pretending not to hear Bo Fuzhang's words.

On a rare weekend, Yu Yiru just wanted to stay in her room and spend her time scrolling through Weibo.

Bo Fuzhang walked over on the mat and climbed onto the bed, and pushed aside the computer in front of Yu Yiru: "If the South Pole is too far away, you can also go to the North Pole."

The corners of Yu Yiru's eyebrows twitched: "In terms of distance, these two places are exactly the same."

Bo Fuzhang didn't seem to have heard Yu Yiru's words, she only wore a thin linen vest, she was close to Yu Yiru like a giant dog, pressed Yu Yiru on the bed, rubbed Yu Yiru with her face and chest, and said: "Stay Don't go down, let's go travel."

Yu Yiru's face was burning hot, and she wanted to push Bo Fuzhang aside, but when her hand touched Bo Fuzhang's flesh, she softened as if acting like a baby, and only pretended to hum: "Are you acting like a baby?" Well, I only have this weekend off, and I'm going to work soon, okay?"

Bo Fuzhang hung his arms on Yu Yiru's shoulders, and buried his head in her embrace: "Let's go climb the snow mountain."

Feeling Bo Fu's hot skin, Yu Yiru was also a little worried: "Is it really uncomfortable, should I go to Pei Yiran to have a look."

Bo Fuzhang shook his head in Yu Yiru's arms, Yu Yiru's chest and abdomen were itchy as his hair was being scratched.

Yu Yiru said again: "Isn't it hotter when you hug me like this?"

Bo Fuzhang slid up along Yu Yiru's chest like a snake, put his head on Yu Yiru's chest, looked at Yu Yiru and said, "If you let me hold you all the time, I won't be so hot."

Yu Yiru's scalp was numb from the intruding love words, but she said: "That's right, after all, my body temperature is lower than yours."

Bo Fuzhang persisted: "It's not just because your body temperature is lower than mine."

Yu Yiru looked down at Bo Fuzhang, and asked, "Then what's the reason?"

Bo Fuzhang's tone was ambiguous: "Because I was holding you, I forgot that I was so hot."

The low-pitched love words were hotter than the temperature, and could make the heart burn hot. Yu Yiru lowered her head and kissed the corner of Bo Fuzhang's mouth lightly, and then - pushed her aside.

"But I feel very hot like this." Yu Yiru said.

Bo Fuzhang: "..."

Bo Fuzhang sat cross-legged on the ground and lost his temper all afternoon, until Pei Yiran called at night before talking to Yu Yiru: "Tomorrow is Furong's birthday, Pei Yiran asked us to go to her house for dinner."

Yu Yiru was so surprised that even the potato chips in her mouth dropped: "Tomorrow? Tomorrow?!"

Bo Fuzhang looked puzzled: "Why are you so surprised? Is it because you don't like Gemini?"

Yu Yiru was about to ask "How do you know that I don't like Gemini", when she remembered that the other party knew all kinds of information about her, so she closed her mouth with a subtle feeling of disgust and pride, and said, "Say you don't like Gemini." Gemini is because of the mood at that time, and now I don’t hate it anymore—but the point is not this, Bo Furong’s birthday is tomorrow, and I haven’t even prepared a gift yet.”

Bo Fuzhang waved his hand: "What does it matter, I'm not prepared either."

Yu Yiru: "...Although you said it so confidently, he is your younger brother."

Bo Fuzhang lay on his side on the ground with his cheeks propped up, and said in the posture of a drunken concubine: "Anyway, no matter what gift I give him, he will throw it away."

Yu Yiru has basically seen how much Bo Furong hates Bo Fuzhang in the past few months, and basically adheres to the strategy of pretending not to see it throughout. Sometimes Bo Fuzhang, Yu Yiru and Pei Yiran are present at the same time, and Bo Furong only gives Yu Yiru and Pei Yi He greeted Bo Fuzhang, but ignored him.

Yu Yiru was worried at first whether Bo Fuzhang would feel hurt in his heart, but later found that the other party really didn't care at all, so she had to confirm with a sigh that these two people probably couldn't be a normal pair of siblings right now.

But even so, she couldn't understand the act of throwing away birthday presents: "Why throw away presents? What did you give?"

Bo Fuzhang raised his head and fell into the memory: "When he was five years old, I gave him a hand of glory unearthed in England."

"what is that?"

"Dried human palms, some people think it can bring luck and deter villains."

Yu Yiru: "..."

"But he was very angry and threw it away. I thought he might not like such a troublesome thing to take care of, so I gave him a doll the next year."

"Dolls? What dolls, maybe boys really don't like dolls very much."

"A very famous cursed doll in Japan. It is said that it comes from the same origin as the one at the Kyoto Shrine, and it will continue to grow hair."

Yu Yiru: "...Please don't prepare birthday presents for me in the future."

"He also lost it. I think he is too difficult to serve, so I only pay him money every year."

Yu Yiru: "You are the one who is difficult to serve."

Bo Fuzhang immediately showed an aggrieved expression: "Ruyi, you always seem to be the first to speak ill of me."

Yu Yiru: "Then you also do something that I can say good things about!"

Bo Fuzhang stopped talking, she turned her back, and cast her eyes out of the window, her thin shoulders were half in the shadow and half in the thin light, the evening light was hazy and dim, and against the background, this figure was a bit lonely.

Although Yu Yiru didn't think that Bo Fuzhang would be very sad, he was still tricked, and couldn't help but put his hand on Bo Fuzhang's shoulder and said, "Hey, I was just joking."

In the flash, Yu Yiru felt a pull from her hand, she lost her balance and leaned forward, and fell directly into Bo Fuzhang's embrace.

Bo Fuzhang wrapped his arms around her chest, and said like holding a doll: "Okay, then tell me, what gift should I give you?"

……

Although Yu Yiru is not the kind of person whose ideas are particularly amazing, at least it will not be shocking. She can't think of any particularly exciting ideas, but she knows that there are only a few things that boys like, and there will be no Especially wild.

Of course, Bo Furong may not be able to define it in the same way as ordinary boys, but no matter how extraordinary it is, he is still a boy after all, and he should not reject things that boys like, even if they don't like it very much.

What's more, Yu Yiru herself knows a little about Bo Furong, knowing that Bo Furong likes comics, games, guns/ammunitions/medicines...

Yu Yiru couldn’t get guns/guns, and even though Bo Fuzhang could get them, Yu Yiru wouldn’t recommend her to give them. Yu Yiru finally chose a robot model in the same city, and asked Bo Fuzhang to find a new game that just came out recently. CD.

"Furong likes puzzle-solving and shooting games. I don't know much about this kind of thing, but you should know it?"

Bo Fuzhang nodded, he understood, and said that he would be ready the next day.

After this agreement was made, Yu Yiru saw a puzzle game titled "Shoot the Running Pigs" after get off work the next day.

Yu Yiru blurted out: "...you must have done it on purpose."

Bo Fuzhang was very confident this time: "It was recommended by the owner of the bookstore, who said it is especially suitable for children aged 12 to [-]."

Yu Yiru: "..."

Yu Yiru thought, not only did Bo Furong hate Bo Fuzhang, but Bo Fuzhang must also hate Bo Furong—without a doubt.

In the end, Yu Yiru had no choice but to ask for a card from a male friend. It was already past meal time, and Pei Yiran called twice to remind Bo Fuzhang and Yu Yiru to finally arrive at Pei Yiran. Home.

When they came up from the underground garage, Bo Furong was already waiting at the door.

Although the sky hadn't completely darkened yet, the street lights had already been turned on. Bo Furong was carrying pebbles at the door of his house, looking from his thin back, he really looked like a child.

Yu Yiru put on a smile and said hello cheerfully: "Hey, kid, what about waiting for us?"

Bo Furong turned around and rolled his eyes at Yu Yiru: "You are too late, my mother thought you were lost."

After hearing this, Yu Yiru thought to herself: Does Pei Yiran think anyone can be like her?

In the next second, Bo Fuzhang said what she was thinking: "Does Pei Yiran think everyone is like her?"

Bo Furong pretended not to hear, opened the door and led them in.

Dinner was done step by step, Pei Yiran only prepared a few dishes, and the rest were ingredients for Bo Fuzhang, so the meal lasted past nine o'clock, and after blowing out the candles, Yu Yiru sent a gift, saying that it was her and Bo Fuzhang's meal. Presents prepared together.

Bo Furong pretended to be nonchalant and gave gifts from his subordinates, but Yu Yiru could clearly see that there was still an undisguised joy in his eyes.

Seeing this happiness, Yu Yiru confirmed that Bo Fuzhang's so-called gift that the other party didn't like her was just her own understanding. Bo Furong clearly liked it very much, and didn't even care what Bo Fuzhang gave him.

On the way back, Yu Yiru told Bo Fuzhang about it.

"Furong actually hopes to get your care."

Bo Fuzhang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

A week later, Yu Yiru learned from Pei Yiran that the robot model was broken.

Yu Yiru froze for a moment: "How did it break?"

"I don't know. I got up in the morning and saw the pieces in the trash can outside. They were completely broken. It seems that they can't be put together."

To be honest, Yu Yiru was a little sad.

Although this model was not made by her, and the time was too short to buy it, it was not considered careful selection, but she still put in a lot of effort in her heart, so it was not a pity to be dropped like this.

more importantly--

Although it's just a model...it's really expensive.

Although it is not easy to care about the price of the things sent out, the price is also real. When Yu Yiru saw Bo Furong later, he inevitably hesitated to speak again and again. In the end, Bo Furong couldn't help but said to Yu Yiru: "Why do you use it so strangely?" Looking at me, let me tell you, although it's cool to grab my sister's woman, I don't like women who are so much older than me."

Yu Yiru: "..."

Yu Yiru has gotten acquainted with Bo Furong a lot in the past few months. Although the other party sometimes speaks maturely, he is still a child after all. Yu Yiru always feels that the other party needs education, so he finally couldn't help but said: "Why did you drop the model?"

Bo Furong's face suddenly darkened, and he turned away from looking at Yu Yiru.

Yu Yiru is not good at getting along with children, but she is good at getting along with boys, and Bo Furong is just right. Because of his mature mind, he is more like a boy than a child in some aspects, so Yu Yiru is familiar with the way, hanging on With a look on the verge of tears, he said sadly: "When I found out about this, I was really sad. I picked that gift for a long time, thinking that you would definitely like it."

As expected, Bo Furong's expression became uncomfortable. He looked at Yu Yiru, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "You, don't cry."

Yu Yiru looked at him tearfully with expectant eyes: "You really don't like it?"

Bo Furong quickly said, "I like it very much."

Yu Yiru: "Then why is it broken?"

Bo Furong looked anxious, lowered his head and thought for a long time, finally made up his mind and raised his head: "I didn't break it, I took it to school, I don't know who broke it, I also want to fix it , but it can’t be repaired no matter what, when you get angry for a while..."

His expression was mixed with unwillingness and resentment, his brows were tightly frowned on his childish face, and his mouth was tightly pursed.

Yu Yiru stared blankly because she was familiar with this look.

For many years, when she was bullied, isolated, and insulted at school, she always had this look on herself in the mirror.

Stubborn, desperate, unwilling, resentful.

There is also a daze that flashes by but has nothing to hide.

Yu Yiru suddenly knew, and she blurted out uncontrollably: "Are you being bullied? Fu Rong."

This is the first time that Bo Furong didn't say it right away—my name is not Furong.