Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Yijie's heart was beating wildly. He didn't know if his voice was low enough for the last sentence on the phone. When did Jiang Song standing behind him come over? Did you hear it?

Do you have any associations when you hear it?

Ordinarily, it shouldn't be a strange thing to tell my brother that I miss you, but he can't remember exactly what kind of tone he said...

If it was someone else, they might not have any extra thoughts when they heard such words, but this person is Jiang Song.

"Finished talking?" Jiang Song asked him.

"Yeah." Fu Yijie responded without saying anything else, he always felt that with the strength of his heart beating right now, his heart could jump out and hit Jiang Song's face when he opened his mouth.

"Are you eating?" Jiang Song rubbed his belly, "I've been tossing around all day, and I feel like I've lost weight."

"I invite you," Fu Yijie thought for a while, "Go eat some skewers, and take some back to the dormitory by the way."

The skewers in front of the school were really not that good, it was far from the one in Datong that Mr. Fu Kun bought for him. They were also dressed as Xinjiang people and talked with their tongues, but the grilled skewers didn't taste that way.

"It's not delicious," Fu Yijie said that it was not delicious, but in the blink of an eye, he had already eaten four or five skewers. "This Xinjiang buddy's beard is glued on."

Jiang Song took the mutton skewers and said with a smile: "I think I can come here to roast with my sticky beard. I must play my tongue better than him."

"Play it and listen to it." Fu Yijie smiled, he has relaxed a lot now, Jiang Song doesn't look abnormal, besides, Jiang Song doesn't know that he likes men, theoretically, even if he hears it, he can't be sensitive Think of him with his brother.

Jiang Song took a breath, cleared his throat, and began to flick his tongue: "Fu..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a piece of mutton in his mouth was bounced out and fell to the ground. He was stunned: "Damn it, this technique works."

"You have good tongue skills, and you even have hidden weapons." Fu Yijie laughed for a long time and almost choked.

"You're a hooligan." Jiang Song said with a smile on his lips.

"What?" Fu Yijie was stunned.

"Really?" Jiang Song leaned closer to look at him, still smiling, "How can someone who has been watching Waste City in fourth grade be so pure?"

Fu Yijie came to his senses, and clicked his tongue: "That's right, how can you compare with the boring people in the fourth grade who think it's useless 'here's omitting 45 words'."

"Hey!" Jiang Song couldn't find the words to push back, so he had to shout, turned around and ordered another 20 skewers of mutton, which he planned to take back to the dormitory.

"What are you shouting for?" Fu Yijie smiled, "Tell me how you trained yourself to be a hooligan after ten years of experience."

"Secret," Jiang Song said with an exaggerated serious expression, "I'll tell you when you grow up."

Fu Yijie didn't say anything else. He felt that Jiang Song's words were not just a joke. From Jiang Song's confession before he transferred to school, or before that confession, Jiang Song's life was destined to be different from others. different.

His understanding of Jiang Song was only in the fourth grade, and he didn't know what kind of experience Jiang Song would have after that, whether it was the same as himself or different.

Ten years is enough to change a person, such as himself.

The bad-tasting grilled skewers are still quite popular among the few people in the dormitory who have been tortured by military training and want to lie in bed every day.

Wu Pingshan was very gentle, took two skewers and sighed while eating. When he finished sighing, Xu Hao had already eaten three skewers.

Liu Wei leaned on the bed with the book in his arms and looked at it, but never glanced at the few people here.

Fu Yijie didn't want to talk to him at first, but he lived in a dormitory after all, and Fu Kun also told him to get along well with his classmates, so he still took two skewers and walked to Liu Wei's bedside: "Try it, the taste is average, but Better than the food in the cafeteria..."

"It's not delicious, and you still buy it for a treat?" Liu Wei closed the book and interrupted him.

"It's really not your fault for delicious food." Jiang Song came over and took the skewers from Fu Yijie and handed them to Wu Ping and Xu Hao. "Everyone cried when the skewers stood in front of you."

Liu Wei sneered and said nothing, lowered his head and continued to stare at the book.

Fu Yijie didn't say anything, and sat on Jiang Song's lower bunk.Fu Kun probably didn't think about what to do if there was such a master in the dormitory who didn't know how to speak or was filled with toilet cleaners. Unlike Jiang Song, his emotions were all on his face, and he was too lazy to speak again. He wanted to change Fu Kun, this person didn't know how damaged he was.

"Hey, half of this military training is over," Xu Hao patted his empty upper bunk, "Why hasn't this guy come yet?"

"Maybe there is something wrong," Wu Pingshan said while wiping his mouth, "I hope there will be someone who likes to play chess."

Wu Pingshan loves to play Go, but the proficiency of several people in the dormitory for this high-end skill is negative. When they see Go, the unified reaction is backgammon, so he has not been able to find a chess friend, so he can only face the chessboard every day. Play around by yourself.

"Just come to a quieter one." Liu Wei said on the sidelines.

"Hao Hao!" Jiang Song pointed at Xu Hao, "You are the loudest!"

"I'm guilty!" Xu Hao saluted him immediately, and then shrank his hands and feet to the bathroom like a thief, "I'm going to take a shower without making any noise."

After taking a shower, Fu Yijie climbed to the upper bunk, feeling a little sore all over his body. He put his legs on the bed frame, took out his phone and sent Fu Kun a text message.

There is a very annoying person in the dormitory, who seems to be out of breath every day, and rushes at others when he speaks.

Fu Kun's text message came back quickly, whipping him.

Before Fu Yijie could reply, Fu Kun sent another message, buying a carrot for him.

Fu Yijie lay on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms and giggled for a long time.

"Yijie," Xu Haozai called him in a low voice to the lower berth, "Can you lend me your phone? I'm out of calling bills..."

"Call home?" Fu Yijie rolled over on the bed and handed over the phone.

"Well, I agreed with my mother to make a call every other day, but I forgot to pay the fee today." Xu Hao took the phone and looked at it, "T618, it's really good, beautiful."

Fu Yijie smiled and said nothing. Fu Kun just bought this mobile phone for him. He doesn't have any requirements for the mobile phone, as long as he can make calls, he can do it with black and white screen and blue screen PHS. Fu Kun's one was not broken before, but Fu Kun Or go directly to buy a color screen, said it is comfortable to look at.

Among the few people in the dormitory, he had a color screen. Liu Wei had never made a phone call in the dormitory, and he didn't know if he had one, so Fu Yijie rarely took out his mobile phone.

Just as Xu Hao dialed a number and put the phone to his ear and was waiting, Jiang Song's phone on the lower berth rang.

"Did you dial Jiang Song's number?" Fu Yijie raised his head and looked down. Jiang Song was taking a shower, and the phone was thrown on the pillow.

"Nope," Xu Hao looked at his phone, then yelled into the toilet, "Jiang Song, your phone is ringing!"

Jiang Song ran out of the toilet wearing a pair of underwear, with wet beads still hanging on his body.

When he picked up the phone, he froze for a moment, and the phone rang several times before he answered it.

"Why?" Jiang Song asked, paused for a few seconds, then frowned and said, "Why do you call my house when you have nothing to do? Go for treatment when you are sick... change the number? I don't know... change the number. How would I know about this, I didn’t even know about the move last year..."

Jiang Song put on a pair of big pants and walked out of the dormitory with his mobile phone.

Fu Yijie lay on the upper bunk and looked at Jiang Song's background. He was stunned for a while before lying down on the pillow.

Ever since Fu Yijie went to school, Fu Kun felt quite boring when he returned home every day. He felt that there was something missing in his life, and he couldn't slow it down no matter what.

He had thought before that if Fu Yijie wasn't at home anymore, it would take a long time for him to get used to it, but he didn't expect it to be as uncomfortable as it is now.

It's been a month now. Every day when he opens the bedroom door, he habitually looks at the desk. If he doesn't see anyone at first sight, he will glance at the tatami again, and then he can realize that Fu Yijie is no longer there. home.

"Hey." Fu Kun sighed when he sat on the sofa.

"Hey." Mom sighed beside him at the same time.

"Miss your second baby." Fu Kun hugged his mother's shoulder.

"Can you not think about it, I have been raised at home for more than ten years, and suddenly I can't see you for such a long time," my mother leaned on him, quietly pointed to my father who was making tea, and lowered her voice, "Yesterday your father was sleeping and talking in his sleep." It's still called Yijie."

"I'll take you out to have fun tomorrow. Is dad going to be on vacation at the weekend?" Fu Kun patted his leg, "I'll take you guys to watch a movie and have an awesome meal, Japanese food, sitting on tatami, and a round trip The little girl knelt down to serve the food..."

"Don't open a small bread and treat yourself as the boss, spending money all day long," my mother slapped him, "You spent all your money day and night, even if you picked it up, you have to cover it first." Cover it."

"Should I return what I picked up?" Dad said.

"Don't be annoying!" Mom gave him a blank look, "Your son wants to eat tatami! I'm using this as an example!"

"I don't want to eat tatami..." Fu Kun leaned back on the sofa, "Hey..."

"Why don't we just kneel on the tatami to eat?" Dad held a small teapot, "I'll go out tomorrow and buy a kang table and put it on the tatami in your house. The three of us can just kneel and have a meal, and spend money to go out and kneel to others look."

"Ah! What are you two doing!" Fu Kun yelled, "That's it. I'll make an order tomorrow. Whether you two like to go or not, I just want you two to relax."

"... how to relax while kneeling." Dad took a sip of tea.

"Dad, just make me angry on purpose," Fu Kun waved his hand, "I'm in charge of this matter, it's settled."

Fu Kun gave himself half a day off the next afternoon, took his parents to the movies, and took them to eat Japanese food.

It is said to relax my parents, but it is actually to slow down my mood.

Although the effect is not too obvious, at least when I got home, my parents didn't keep talking about Fu Yijie, but instead talked about how much the meal cost, would those slices of fish on ice eat raw? Diarrhea or something...

Fu Kun sat in the room, spread out a piece of white paper, and planned to draw and play.

Before I could figure out what to draw, my phone rang, Sun Wei.

"Mr. Sun," Fu Kun answered the phone, "Call me when you are so free today?"

"Boss Fu!" Sun Wei said loudly, exuding excitement, "Guess!"

"I guess?" Fu Kun scratched the paper casually with a pencil, "I guess you didn't drink less today."

"Boring!" Sun Wei hiccupped, "Brother! Dude! Your elder brother Sun Wei is finally making it through today!"

Fu Kun immediately came to his senses and stopped writing: "The branch is yours?"

"Yeah!" Sun Wei laughed, his voice was so loud that Fu Kun's ears were itchy, "Starting tomorrow, I will be fully responsible for the third branch! How about it!"

"Damn! After calling Mr. Sun for so long, he finally deserves his name!" Fu Kun also shouted, "Congratulations, Mr. Sun, awesome!"

"Kunzi, you know, I'm so happy!" Sun Wei changed his tone, "Although this store is not mine, I just raised more commission than before, but after all, it's a step forward, isn't it!"

"Work hard and seize the opportunity." Fu Kun knew that after Sun Wei went, it was really hard. He spent all his time in the shop from morning to night every day, and had to go out to eat, drink and play cards with the boss when he had nothing to do, which was very tiring.

"Don't worry, let's have a good get-together when we go home during the Chinese New Year," Sun Wei smiled happily, "I won't tell you now, I have to catch up with a poker game, and I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"That's fine, you hang up, Mr. Sun." Fu Kun said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Kun continued to draw. Originally, he wanted to draw a melancholy beauty, but his emotions were distracted by Sun Wei. He decided to temporarily change it to Sun Wei who opened his mouth and laughed.

Sun Wei's hard work for the past two years finally paid off, and Fu Kun couldn't help laughing along with him, which finally didn't make Lu Chunyu wait for him in vain.

It was almost 11 o'clock when he finished drawing the sketch. Fu Kun took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that Fu Yijie hadn't called or sent a text message all night.

Usually even if there is no phone call, there will at least be a good night text message.

The phone bill is gone?Fu Kun dialed Fu Yijie's number.

The phone was connected, Fu Kun frowned, and there was no downtime.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered over there. Amidst the noise, Fu Kun heard a voice say hello.

Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, this was not Fu Yijie's voice, he held the phone in front of his eyes to see that he had dialed the wrong number, so he asked, "Who are you?"

"Who are you looking for!" The voice over there asked a little lazily, but quickly changed his tone, "Brother Kun?"

"Yes." Fu Kun replied, probably it was Jiang Song.

How could Fu Yijie's phone be at Jiang Song's place?And this environment is not in the dormitory, there seems to be someone screaming and singing in the background.

"I'm Jiang Song, brother," Jiang Song stopped his lazy voice and said respectfully, "Yijie went to the bathroom."

"Where are you? Why are you still outside at this hour?" Fu Kun asked with a frown.

"Singing, some people in the class come out to play on weekends."

"It's quite enjoyable." Fu Kun said.

"No, it's just..." Jiang Song suddenly raised his voice, "Hey, brother, Yijie is back, you can tell him..."

"Brother?" Fu Yijie's voice came over, and the background music also subsided, as if he had walked out of the room.

"Where are you?"

"In the private room of the hotel, after dinner, it happened that the private room could sing, so I sang." Fu Yijie replied, his voice was a little unsteady.

"What time is your dormitory not closed?" Fu Kun suppressed the unknown anger in his heart, he heard that Fu Yijie had drunk.

Fu Yijie seemed to be stunned, and his voice lowered: "I didn't pay attention to the time."

"Hurry up and go back to the dormitory for me!" Fu Kun couldn't suppress his anger, and roared out, "I had a good time, how many catties did you drink? You can't even straighten your tongue!"

"...Understood," Fu Yijie said, "I'll go back right away and call you in the dormitory."

"No need!" Fu Kun roared.

Fu Yijie lost his voice.

After Fu Kun finished yelling, he felt that he was a little overdone. It seemed normal for a few classmates to go out to eat and sing on weekends. He would go out with his classmates and friends when he was free. He hadn't come home all night. Boys had a drink It seems that there is nothing to say, I have been drinking with my dad since elementary school...

But Fu Yijie was different from him!

Fu Yijie has been obedient since he was a child, he would go home after school, and mostly stay at home to read books during the holidays. This was the first time in Fu Kun's memory that he went out to eat, drink, and sing.

"For a while," Fu Kun lowered his voice, "I'm not scolding you, I just... just worry about you, you acted like a good baby since you were a child, and suddenly let it out like this, I'm afraid you won't learn well..."

"Got it, I'll go back now." Fu Yijie's voice was very low.

"Well, don't call when you get to the dormitory." Fu Kun felt distressed when he heard his voice, "Go to bed early, I didn't want to spy on you."

Fu Yijie hung up the phone and saw Jiang Song poking his head out from the box, he looked at Jiang Song a little depressed: "Why do you have to answer the phone for me?"

Jiang Song was stunned: "The phone kept ringing, so I didn't think much about it... I'm sorry."

"No, no, I'm sorry," Fu Yijie felt that he was quite unreasonable to complain to Jiang Song after he finished speaking, "I'm always like this when I'm in a hurry, looking for someone to vent my anger at random."

"Your brother said you?" Jiang Song was also depressed after hearing Fu Kun's tone before, he knew it was not a good thing, "I knew I would not answer it, I really didn't think so much."

"It's nothing, just worry about me, I haven't played like this before." Fu Yijie walked into the box, feeling his tongue was really bent, "I'll go back to the dormitory first, I'm a little too drunk."

Fu Yijie shook when he pushed the door, and Jiang Song hurried over to help him on his arm: "We're all back, it's not long since school started, I guess we won't be able to enter the dormitory at this point in the future."

Seven or eight people in the room all drank a lot, and when they left the restaurant and walked to school, they all seemed to be dancing.

Fu Yijie and Jiang Song walked at the end, Jiang Song was okay, not too wobbly, Fu Yijie felt a little soft under his feet: "It's the first time I drink so much wine."

"You don't drink much, I'm on it, and you've had two or three." Jiang Song tugged at his arm, "You probably never drink alcohol."

"Yeah," Fu Yijie didn't feel it when he was in the room, and when he came out, he felt a little dizzy, "I just licked the bottom of my dad's cup."

Jiang Song smiled: "If I had known you were like this earlier, I wouldn't have poured you wine."

"Don't," Fu Yijie also smiled, "Everyone drinks, it's boring if I don't drink, I... don't want to be different from others."

"Really," Jiang Song dragged him slowly along the path to the dormitory, "It's okay if it's really different, isn't it all about me?"

When he was about to reach the dormitory, Fu Yijie kicked a raised green brick on the side of the road, staggered and threw himself into the nearby grass.

Jiang Song was startled, and quickly put his arms around his waist to hold him back, but was led several steps forward, and Fu Yijie leaned against the lamp post before finally not falling off.

"Oh, it's uncomfortable." Fu Yijie leaned against the pillar, frowning, his legs were a little weak, and he always wanted to squat down.

"Slow down first." Jiang Song stood in front of him.

Fu Yijie felt that the things in front of him were shaking a little, and his stomach felt uncomfortable. He really couldn't understand why Fu Kun loved drinking with his father since he was a child.

Jiang Song has a good capacity for alcohol, and he seems to be fine at the moment, standing beside him quietly waiting for him.

Although Fu Yijie was a little dizzy, he could still feel Jiang Song's gaze on his face.

Probably because of drinking, Fu Yijie felt that he was a little out of control, he turned his head to look at Jiang Song and smiled: "Jiang Song."

"Ok?"

"Do you still have thoughts about me?"

Jiang Song probably didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was taken aback for a while, but soon regained his composure, and smiled: "You have someone else in your heart."