Chapter 2, my brother! How impressive!

Oh, before I could even rub it a couple of times, Fu Kun couldn't help but laugh and pulled his hand out, saying, "Are you tickling me? Alright, let's leave it at that."

Fu Kun stared at him for several seconds before shouting: "What are you doing?"

Fu Kun has always been indifferent to his mother's praise for others; after all, it is quite good for him to avoid being scolded throughout the year. At this moment, seeing his "disciple" produce a dumpling that can be considered a dumpling, he couldn't be happier.

Fu Kun stood by the window in the inner room, looking outside with a displeased expression: "What is it?"

There is not enough space on the bed for two quilts, so I have to share a quilt with Yijie.

However, when he got into bed, he found that Fu Yijie was sleeping very close to the wall, leaving him a considerable amount of space.

Dad, Fu Kun turned around and knelt on the chair, rocking back and forth while holding onto the backrest, "It seems that a certain child doesn't like to play with those things."

Help my brother take off his clothes, my hands are all oily. Mom directed Fu Kun, who skillfully wrapped dumplings with his hands.

"Walk properly!" Dad pointed at him

"Where did the child come from?" Zhang Qingkai washed his hands, placed the basin on the table, and began to knead the dough

As he took a step, Fu Kun felt someone grab his hand. It was only when he turned around and saw Fu Yijie that he remembered he was still holding a child. If Fu Yijie hadn't pulled him, he would have forgotten.

Fu Yijie lowered his head and stuffed the dumplings from the bowl into his mouth. After finishing, he raised his head and hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "Thank you, Auntie"

Fu Yijie walked over, placed his hand into the basin, and seriously bowed his head to wash, remaining silent.

"Don't rush these things," Mother quickly wrapped the remaining filling with two sheets of dough, pinching it into the shape of a little mouse. "Take your time, he is shy; if he wants to call out, let him call, and he can call whatever he likes."

Not bad," Mom said with a smile, "Yijie is really smart, the wrapping is beautiful, even more so than what your brother wrapped.

"Wash your hands," Mother swatted his hand away and looked at Fu Yijie, "Aren't you hot, Yijie? It's warm in here; shall we take off our cotton coats?"

However, starting today, Fu Kun will no longer be the only person in this small space.

"Ah, I mean it would be great to be an older brother," Fu Kun said, rubbing his forehead as he walked up to him, "it would be great..."

Do you know if it is useful? It is not yours, go and get it quickly

"You little rascal, are you looking for a beating?" Mother shot him a glare and went to the kitchen with the dumplings.

I need to teach him how to make dumplings, " Fu Kun said as he put his left hand into the basin and stirred it a couple of times, " Give me a hand to rub my hands.

"Yijie," Mother said, gently patting Fu Yijie's head, "Eat slowly, I will prepare delicious food for you every day from now on"

Having a younger brother is indeed different, it has surprised everyone. Mother did not pay him any more attention, but turned around and poked at Fu Yijie's chubby cheeks with her finger, saying, "Yijie, can you spit it out? Shall we go outside to spit it out?"

"New sweater?" Fu Kunteng was quite surprised; he rarely got to wear new clothes except for his birthday and the New Year. "When did you buy it? How come I didn't know?"

Zhang Qingkai, help me knead the dough!" Fu Kun followed suit and shouted.

As they passed by Aunt Xu's house, someone walked out from inside, and Fu Kun, carrying a basin, nearly bumped his head against them

Your heart as a mother is truly vast, she exclaimed with a few clicks of her tongue.

Ah? Fu Kun turned his head.

"Hmm, are you taking medicine again?" Fu Kun felt extremely bitter at the smell of the medicine.

In the advanced house, Old Fu, "Mom tugged at Dad, "They are all watching."

"A piece?" Xia Fei laughed

Fu Yijie looked at his mother's hand stretched out in front of him. He did not dare to spit it out, but after being yelled at, he also did not dare to swallow it, so he just held a dumpling in his mouth and stood there in a daze

Fu Kun looked at his trembling eyelashes and said, "Are you pretending to be asleep?"

"With a younger brother, you won't have to do anything; just watch him succeed." Mother laughed

Fu Yijie raised his head, and as soon as Fu Kun saw him, he immediately fell silent

"So annoying," his mother slapped him and said, "Hurry up and brush your teeth and go to bed! Don't press on your arm."

While my mother was leading Fu Yijie to make dumplings at the door, my father returned carrying a large bag of items.

"Come in, I will help you knead the dough. Your arm must be tired from kneading until the late night, right?" Xia Fei smiled and waved his hand, inviting him into the room

Although this hand is fierce, it is warm and cozy

"Why not take off the hat?" Fu Kun attempted to ask

"Let me help you with the filling," Fu Kun said, worried that Fu Yijie might not have enough experience and could end up overstuffing the dumplings. He reached out and picked up some filling with chopsticks.

"How old am I? I'm only in the fourth grade. What I mean is, he doesn't like to play, so I help..." Fu Kun didn't say anything. The chair, as Dad wished, was knocked over by him. He quickly stretched out his left hand to support himself before the dog could eat the feces. After a few seconds of stabilizing, he raised his head and looked at Dad with pride, saying, 'See! It didn't break!'

Are you cold?" Fu Kun asked again

Xiao Shuqin, "Fu Kun sat on the chair with his chin resting on his hand, Xiao Shuqin is my mother's name, "Hurry up and cook the dumplings, I'm starving."

"Have a sip?" Xia Fei said as he handed the cup to him, "It's a divine medicine."

There is a large bag in the cabinet. Fu Kun took it out and rummaged through it. There were a bunch of small sweaters and small jackets. He took out a yellow sweater and held it up to himself, muttering softly, "This really isn't mine"

Just after taking a few steps, he felt someone tugging at his sweater. He turned his head and saw it was Fu Yijie. The child looked very nervous, his hand gripping his clothes was clenched into a fist, and he did not dare to raise his head, staring fixedly at the ground.

Today I feel that having no younger sister is truly unfortunate, having a younger brother who looks this good would also be acceptable. However, he is gradually realizing that being an older brother has no advantages; new clothes are not for him, new toys are also not for him, and he still has to maintain the demeanor of an older brother

Upon hearing Xia Fei call out Zhang Qingkai's name, Fu Kun no longer hesitated. Zhang Qingkai is a classmate of Xia Fei, spending at least five out of seven days a week at Xia Fei's home.

Is it a new name

After staring at the dumpling for a while, Fu Yijie raised his hand and placed the freshly made dumpling into his mouth

Fu Kun originally intended to tease a bit more, but since the other party was so uncooperative, he had no choice but to give up, turned off the lights, and lay down comfortably

"You are driving a tank." The person pressed down on his head and said with a smile.

Fu Yijie ignored him, and his eyelashes trembled even more. Fu Kun found it amusing and lightly touched his eyelashes with his finger: "They are quite long, huh"

Fu Yijie glanced at Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai, lowered his head, and remained silent

"That has nothing to do with you. How old are you now?" Dad glanced at him, "Just sway a bit, if you fall, then put a splint on your left arm, it will be symmetrical"

Fu Kun did not expect to see such successful teaching results so soon, and excitedly patted the table: "Mom, look! It's out! How did I teach?"

He is unwilling to be rejected once again

Fu Yijie nodded, grasped his hand, and rubbed his fingers in the palm of his hand

He nodded slightly, and Fu Kun took off his hat by pulling the yarn ball on it, then held his hand and walked through the corridor towards the kitchen: "Do you like eating dumplings?"

This is like the hand he reaches out, he has seen many, each time he eagerly holds these hands, but in the end, they are all shaken off.

Fu Yijie reached out with his arm, pinched a piece of skin, and placed it on his own hand, then looked up at him

Ah, what a disappointment, the father glanced at him sideways, "You are now an older brother, act a bit like one!"

Fu Yijie looked at the skin and filling in the palm of his hand, and continued to raise his head to look at him

Fu Kun wanted to hold the basin with his right hand, which was bandaged, so that he could free his left hand to hold onto Fu Yijie. However, after trying for half a day without success and finding it difficult to exert strength, he had no choice but to continue walking forward: "Follow me, it's nothing."

"What are you shouting for? Did I scare you?" Mother turned her head and lowered her voice, glaring at Fu Kun, "You are so jumpy! When you were this big, I didn't even shout when you picked up worms to eat off the ground."

This person is Xu Yi's son, Xia Fei. After finishing high school, he has been resting at home, as his health is particularly poor. He seems to be soaking in traditional Chinese medicine every day, and every time Fu Kun passes by his house, he can smell the strong scent of medicine. However, Xia Fei has a particularly good temperament; unlike other patients who are always gloomy, he always has a smile on his face.

The house is small, consisting of only two rooms. The living room has been partitioned by my father with wooden boards to create a small space, which serves as Fu Kun's bedroom. Although it is quite simple, accommodating only a bed and a small desk, it is already quite enviable compared to other children in the tenement building who have to share a room with their parents

"It's nothing, boys aren't that delicate, just take it slow," Mom said with a laugh while chopping meat, "who told him to be so clumsy as to break his arm while climbing over a wall."

Looking at the hand extended by Fu Kun, he hesitated and did not respond

He bit his lip, tucked his hands into his pockets, and did not move

Why do you eat insects

My younger brother. Fu Kun immediately responded, his voice exceptionally loud, and he felt an immense sense of pride when he said these three words, "My younger brother! How impressive!"

Fu Kun quickly rubbed his hands on his pants a few times: "Clean now"

Ah? Fu Kun was taken aback, have you finished crying?

My younger brother!" Fu Kun replied proudly and loudly, forgetting that he had previously thought having a younger brother was nothing special. He turned his head and smiled at Fu Yijie, saying, "Call me brother.

"How is it going, will it include..." Fu Kun's words were interrupted as he suddenly fell silent.

Fu Kun feels that when he wanted a younger sister in the past, he really did not consider the situation comprehensively! He never thought that after becoming an older brother, he would have to share half of his bed and small space...

Fu Yijie was startled by his loud shout, and in a panic, she retreated several steps while biting into the dumpling, only stopping when she had backed up against the wall

"It's nothing, come in," Xia Fei took the basin from his hand and turned to enter the room, "Zhang Qingkai, knead the dough!"

"You really don't take up any space," Fu Kun struggled for a long time to take off his clothes and burrowed into the quilt, "Ah, this clamp is so annoying."

But upon reflection, having a younger brother is just having a younger brother, what is so unusual about it? In this building, there are seven or eight children, and almost all of them have siblings. Thus, feeling somewhat disheartened, I carried the basin and walked out of the kitchen

"What about the dough?" Xia Fei held a glass cup, which contained brown traditional Chinese medicine.

"I can't thank you enough," Fu Kun licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Let's have fried sauce noodles tomorrow"

Fu Yijie placed the backpack on the sofa

Fu Kun squatted beside him, watching his hand with great interest. Fu Yijie’s hand was also quite fleshy, much like his face. Previously, he found it particularly amusing to hold Fu Yijie’s hand, which felt soft. Now, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch it: "This is really fun"

Tears in the child's eyes are about to fall down.

Fu Kun continued to shake his head. Every time he went to play at Aunt Xu's house, his mother would always remind him not to cause trouble with his little brother Fei, as he was not in good health

Pay

Fu Yijie seemed to be hungry, his face nearly buried in the bowl, intently eating dumplings without lifting his head, with a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead and the tip of his nose

Ah—" Fu Kun shouted while holding his forehead, "Dad has been driving a bus for over ten years, gripping the large steering wheel every day, his hands are particularly strong, 'My head is going to explode—'

There are many people cooking in the kitchen, and my mother has already placed the flour in the mixing bowl. Upon seeing the two of them enter, she pointed to the bowl and said, "Take it to the house."

Really? A whole bag?" Mother opened the bag and handed it to him.

Fu Yijie

Fu Kun raised his head and smiled: "Little Fei Ge."

Dad had someone help build a loft bed, but it will take some time to be delivered, so for now, he has to share a bed with Fu Yijie

Fu Kun pondered whether he should say something softer, but when Fu Yijie lifted his head, he found that the tears in Fu Yijie's eyes had disappeared, and his round eyes were looking at him brightly: "Dumplings"

Having just become an older brother, I still need to adapt to this role

Wipe your hands clean! Mother frowned

Fu Yijie looked at the dumpling filling on the table, swallowed, and nodded.

"You understand a bit, you are already 10 years old," Mom said as she handed him the bag of M&Ms, "They are only 6 years old, just in the first grade..."

"No." Fu Kun shook his head vigorously

Fu Kun held his hand tightly, and he felt a slight pain as his bones were being squeezed, yet he did not struggle

Fu Yijie’s tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, leaving two bright, glistening trails on his round face. Upon seeing this, Fu Kun became anxious and, disregarding everything else, rushed over to embrace Fu Yijie, pressing his face against his own chest, determined not to let their father see, lest he might receive another slap.

Fu Yijie barely glanced at the toys that his father took out one by one and placed around him, instead focusing his gaze on his own fingers.

Loves to eat

He just arrived at our home, and even if I want to treat both of you equally, that has to be in the future, right? For now, we need to make him feel at ease and gradually help him adapt to our family. " Mom explained patiently.

"You change your tune quite quickly; if you don't like to eat, then it's just dumplings," Fu Kun laughed, "but my mother's dumplings are particularly delicious; you'll know once you try them."

Ah? he replied in a dazed manner

Kunzi, in the cabinet in the back room, there is a new sweater that I bought for Yijie. You should take it to him to change, as the knitted sweater is too cold to wear.

He is in the first grade? Fu Kun was very surprised, pouring a few beans from the bag into his mouth, enjoying the crunching sound as he chewed. "He is so small, I thought he was in preschool."

"Oh my baby, how could you just eat it like that?" Mother was also taken aback, throwing down the half-wrapped dumpling in her hand, hastily wiping her hands on her apron, and running over to bend down and hug Fu Yijie. "It’s not cooked yet, spit it out quickly, or you’ll have a stomachache later."

Fu Kun stuffed his mouth with food, murmuring softly as he walked out: "I won't be pressed down, but whether others will press down on me is uncertain..."

"Take a piece of paper," Fu Kun began his formal teaching. This was the first time he was teaching someone, and he was particularly serious. "Put it on your hand."

Dad! Fu Kun heard his father's footsteps and rushed out, immediately noticing a plane wing in his father's pocket. "Did you buy a plane?"

Fu Yijie focused intently on pinching the dumpling wrappers together as per Fu Kun's instructions. Although the movements were slow and somewhat clumsy, they had essentially taken on the shape of a dumpling

"I didn't do it on purpose. It's my first time seeing someone eat raw dumplings, so how can I not be surprised..." Fu Kun said somewhat dejectedly, lowering his voice, "When have I ever eaten bugs!"

Fu Kun stood by the table, and Fu Yijie stood next to him, not much taller than the table

When Fu Yijie took off his cotton jacket, Fu Kun saw that he was wearing an old sweater modified from work gloves underneath. He immediately felt that the child was quite pitiful. Although the sweater he himself was wearing was also just an old sweater that his mother had unraveled from his father's old sweater, it was much warmer than the old sweater. No wonder Fu Yijie had been wearing the cotton jacket and did not feel hot.

In the darkness, Fu Kun quickly became drowsy. Just as he was dozing off, he heard Fu Yijie calling him softly from beside him: "Brother"

Fu Yijie shrank back slightly and continued to stare at the ground

"You are the most obedient one, come, I will take you to see the dumplings being boiled!" Fu Kun said as he pulled Fu Yijie by the head, leading him towards the door, causing Fu Yijie to stumble along the way.

"Kunzi, come here." After settling Fu Yijie, Mother called him into the inner room

I don't care about being this brother again" Fu Kun scoffed, standing up and lowering his head to pat his pants leg

He watched as his mother gave Yi Jie some cold medicine, then carried him to bed, took off his clothes, and covered him with a blanket, feeling an indescribable discomfort in his heart

Stop talking nonsense! His father came over and flicked him on the forehead

Despite using various toys to coax him, Dad was unable to elicit a sound from Fu Yijie, let alone get him to call him "Dad".

"Look." Fu Kun immediately became energized; usually, he could hardly find any opportunity to teach others. If he really had to teach, it would only be about fighting and escaping.

That's right, it's my older brother

Fu Yijie, a little boy, was calling out casually. Fu Kun looked at Fu Yijie, who was bowing his head and not moving at all, and sighed inwardly, thinking that if this child continued to be like this, his own future would be quite dull.

Fu Yijie glanced at Fu Kun's arm, evading Fu Kun's hand that was trying to help him take off his clothes, and lowered his head to unbutton his cotton jacket.

Hmm! Fu Kun responded without letting go, pulling Fu Yijie outside before finally releasing him. He whispered, "Why are you crying? Stop crying, I didn't hit you!"

When Mom started making dumplings, Fu Kun pulled Fu Yijie to sit at the edge of the table and said, "Can you make them? It's quite fun, let me teach you"

Mother's dumplings are still as delicious as usual, Fu Kun ate quite a lot, but that dumpling mouse was picked up by Mother and given to Fu Yijie, which used to be his.

However, Fu Kun did not withdraw his hand, keeping it extended. Seeing that he remained still, he finally said, "Hurry up, aren't you hungry?"

Fu Kun had always wanted a younger sister who would follow him around calling him "brother, brother" just like Sun Wei's sister did, and he found it particularly enjoyable

He shook his head

"Oh, with Kunzi being a one-armed general, are we still going to let him knead the dough?" said Grandma Yu, who was currently cooking.

"Is the backpack resting on your stomach? Stop holding it," Fu Kun said, raising his chin towards the arm that was holding the backpack. "Just throw it on the sofa."

To let my mother know that he made dough with Xia Fei, he will definitely be ridiculed

He took Fu Yijie's hand and led him into the room

Fu Yijie changed into a sweater, and his skin appeared particularly fair against the yellow sweater. However, he looked a bit thin. When he was wearing the cotton-padded jacket, Fu Kun hadn't noticed, but now that the clothes were off, it was quite obvious. He brought in hot water from the stove at the door, pouring it into the washbasin while saying: "Yijie, you must have put on weight in your face, your face looks quite round, but now that you've taken off your clothes, there's hardly anything left..."

Fu Yijie remained silent and still, with his eyes closed as if he were asleep

"Bag," Fu Kun pointed to the leather, "First, fold it in half and pinch the middle... Hmm, then push both sides towards the center, good, pinch, pinch tightly"

Although the address of "Auntie" from Fu Yijie was not what she had anticipated, it was the first sentence the child said to her after arriving home, so she still smiled happily: "What is there to thank for? You and your brother are the same; there is no need to thank me for this. Look, your brother didn't thank me either after finishing his meal."

"Kunzi, who is this?" Someone asked, not knowing who it was.

Fu Kun released the hand he was holding onto Fu Yijie, and carried the basin outside

Fu Kun understood it to some extent, but something happened. Just eat: "I understand, it means that you and my dad are currently biased towards each other, and that won't be the case in the future. Right now, he is the biological son, and I am not. I will only be considered a biological son after some time."

As the joy of the older brother gradually faded away after the new clothes, new toys, and the dumpling mouse all left him, he did not dare to express it. This was partly due to the fear of being scolded by his parents, and partly because of the tears that would come from Fu Yijie.

Fu Yijie said nothing, nor did he show any expression, merely keeping his head down and staring at the dumpling in his hand

"Do not eat!" Fu Kun said defiantly, yet he still cast a sidelong glance at his mother's hand. Usually, his mother did not allow him to eat snacks, especially at night, let alone consume an entire bag.

"Feeling unwell, are you?" Mom smiled and took a bag of M&Ms out of the cupboard, "I grant you permission to sneakily eat a bag."

"Is your bias so obvious? Are you trying to buy me off now?" Fu Kun continued to hold his neck high.

Fu Yijie quickly turned over, curling up with his face against the wall

I don't like to eat," he said softly

There are also electric trains, Dad squatted down beside Fu Yijie, "Yijie, do you still remember me?"

"Oh dear, why do you look so glum?" Fu Kun originally had high hopes of trying to be a patient and good older brother, but this younger brother was simply too uncooperative. He walked over and pulled Fu Yijie’s hand out of his pocket, saying, "Come on, come with me to knead the dough. Don’t cry, or I’ll use the dough to smear your face."

Fu Yijie hesitated and nodded