Chapter 6, The Younger Brother is Missing

"If I don't want to go, then I won't go! I never wanted to go in the first place!" Fu Kun walked towards the stairway without any hesitation, "Don't look down on those who sell vegetables; do you not eat vegetables?"

Fu Kun did not move, and it is unclear what Fu Yijie intends to do

However, after injuring his hand, he has not climbed over the wall. Today, he found that it was still somewhat difficult to climb with one hand. He had to use his chin to help push himself over the top of the wall a couple of times before he finally managed to get over. His chin was a bit sore from being bumped by the broken bricks.

Fu Kun gently opened the drawer and took out a periscope

"Um, let's play for a while." Fu Kun took a dollar out of his pocket and placed it on the table

Ah, I called out, "Hello." Sun Wei wiped his nose, feeling very happy.

Hmm. Fu Kun nodded

"I can't sleep without touching it," Fu Yijie replied, his fingers still gently rubbing.

"Forget it, you can just keep rolling it," Fu Kun sighed

As soon as he entered the stairs, Fu Kun didn't bother to listen to what Li Yanwang was still shouting behind him, and he rushed down to the first floor, bouncing and hopping.

Pants

Ah—" Fu Kun shouted, leaping up from the stool and rushing out of the arcade

Fu Kun does not often skip school; he is different from Wang Zhiqiang and his group. However, whenever he does skip school, he usually goes to just one place.

Ah," Fu Kun said impatiently as he walked out with his toothbrush, "When I was in kindergarten, I used to walk there and back by myself. Why does he have to make such a fuss about everything

Fu Yijie was still standing in place, desperately tilting his head upwards to look.

He is shy, but Fu Kun is fine. He has been climbing walls, trees, fighting, and escaping since he was young, and his physical condition is excellent. Running like this is not difficult for him. Once he gets used to it, it will be fine. Otherwise, I will run a bit more tomorrow; you are too weak.

Fu Kun laughed: "What kind of habit is this? Is it my pants that feel good to touch, or the pillow towel that feels good to touch?"

Fu Kun pondered for a moment and began to recite softly: "The little dumpling in the first grade, jumps high with a single bounce, the little bowl in the second grade, pokes a hole with a single jab..."

Where is my dad?" Fu Kun leaned his head into the inner room

Fu Yijie remained silent, withdrew his hand, and began to rub the pillowcase instead.

Let me recite a rhyme for you, just listen and you will fall asleep

Today is the first day for Yijie to go to school... Mother is setting breakfast on the table

Uncle Long sighed when he saw the image of the Nebula fighter, relieved that there were not many people around at that moment

Fu Yijie saw the small half cup of milk powder, picked it up, scooped it with a spoon, and put it into his mouth

Sun Wei's driving skills are poor. If it weren't for Fu Kun's hand injury, he wouldn't have the chance to ride and take someone along. He is even less capable of riding with two people. However, if Fu Kun were to ride and take Fu Yijie and Sun Wei... Sun Wei has no objections, but Fu Yijie is clearly somewhat unwilling, constantly leaning against Fu Kun and refusing to sit next to Sun Wei

Upon seeing Fu Kun, Uncle Long's expression turned somewhat pained

When he uttered the last sentence, Fu Kun felt particularly impressive, as if he were the boss himself

Fu Yijie pinched for a while, then gathered the two layers of fabric at the hem of the pants together and began to gently rub them.

Fu Yijie felt quite comfortable, sitting in the back seat, looking around and swinging his legs.

However, this television station is quite infuriating, as it always chooses to start broadcasting during the final exams. Including reruns, this has happened three times, and he still hasn't managed to watch it all!

Fu Yijie simply smiled without saying a word, while Fu Kun looked at him for a long time: "What are you laughing at? What is so funny? Go in, after school you can line up, I will wait for you."

Fu Kun wanted to watch the television show "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," and it just so happened that "Ashes of Time" started airing yesterday. He felt an irresistible urge in his heart. However, he gritted his teeth and held on, as he had arrogantly promised his mother that he would do his homework. Moreover, with the end of the term approaching, his mother would not allow him to watch television for long.

"Go to sleep, I'm exhausted." Fu Kun closed his eyes

"Kunzi, have you skipped school?" Uncle Long sat behind the counter, a cigarette in his mouth, his face contorted in expression.

Fu Kun took some coins, found a machine, and sat down. He usually enjoys playing Street Fighter, but today his hands were not convenient, so he decided to play something simpler

He indeed does not want to sell coins to Kunkun; this child gives him a bit of a headache as soon as he sees him. Other elementary school students come to play, and he welcomes them warmly, as they all come bringing money. One coin is gone in just a few minutes.

On the first day of school, Fu Yijie did not know anyone and had only walked the route from home to school twice

Well

Hmm. Fu Yijie nodded.

After school

What are you doing?" Fu Kun asked him softly

Hmm. Fu Yijie responded, his fingers rubbing the pillowcase, making a crisp sound.

What are you doing!" Fu Kun struggled.

Fu Kun's anger flared up instantly. To be honest, it is common for him to argue back with the teacher, but just yesterday, his mother had a talk with him. He originally intended to behave for a few days, but he truly could not hold back against Li Yanwang: "You ask me? It was you who pulled me out to scold me; shouldn't you tell me where I went wrong!"

Fu Kun is a bit anxious; this is not just a matter of whether to see Fu Yijie, but rather a question of the boss's credibility

He leaned against the corridor railing, peering down, and immediately spotted Fu Yijie. All the students in the school were wearing blue uniforms, but only Fu Yijie was not in uniform, his bright red cotton jacket stood out distinctly

"A moment," Fu Kun ran over and waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Are you still looking?"

"From this angle, I can only see your face," Fu Yijie replied softly

"One person runs for five minutes," Fu Kun got into the car, "Don't you have a watch? Time it, and I'll get out and run in a bit."

Fu Kun sighed, bent down, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, I'm just upstairs. I'll come down to find you after class, and I'll take care of anyone who bullies you."

When I returned to the room after washing up, my mother was preparing milk. After putting the milk powder into the cup, she turned around to get the hot water bottle

Fu Yijie reluctantly let go and was led into the classroom by Teacher Yu

Uncle Long sighed, extinguished his cigarette, and poked at the one yuan coin with his finger: "How many coins do you need?"

In the book "Sir, is there anyone still here?" Fu Kun, panting and with a dry throat, shouted towards the main door, "One segment—"

Occasionally missing an assignment, after injuring my hand, I simply stopped writing altogether

Fu Yijie leaned over to take a look, his eyes immediately widening, and he turned back: "I saw it."

Fu Kun, your mother did not say anything wrong about you, you are truly unreliable

Fu Yijie is standing under the corridor, looking up with his face tilted back, and his hat is about to fall off

"How can it be the same! The milk powder is indigestible, and the nutrients cannot be absorbed! It also causes internal heat," Mother sighed, pouring hot water into the cup. "Yijie, the milk needs to be mixed with water before drinking. Next month, I will subscribe to milk for both of you, and you can just drink it directly then. Your brother is indeed unreliable; don't follow his example."

"Little touch." Fu Yijie also replied softly

The owner of the arcade is a middle-aged man with a terrifying large black dragon tattooed on his arm, resembling a sleeve. However, he is not fierce. Fu Kun does not know his surname and only refers to him as Uncle Long

Stop talking nonsense! Mom shouted from behind

School dismisses at 11:30 ! It has already been an hour since then !

Your hands are like this, can you still play?

After class, if I have time, I will go to their class to see if he has any matters to attend to, do you understand

What should I do? Sun Wei felt quite troubled; his sister was not so troublesome. Sun Xiao always walked to school by herself, causing no worries at all

What are you doing! It's not time yet, you are not allowed to go in! The old man immediately stopped Fu Kun when he saw him trying to rush inside

There are a total of 8 machines in his game hall, and Fu Kun can occupy one machine for just 0.2 yuan. Whenever he sees Fu Kun, he feels frustrated, yet he cannot drive him away. If he were to do so, Fu Kun would throw stones into the game hall for no reason, doing this four times a day, throwing and then running away

You lost your younger brother on his first day of school

Fu Yijie has lost his voice

"What is wrong? Don't think you can just brush it off! Tell me, where did you go wrong?" It seems that Li Yanwang does not intend to let him off the hook

I know I was wrong. Fu Kun does not like Teacher Li, she is very snobbish. Whenever she encounters someone with a government position or a bit of money, she smiles and acts as if they are relatives. However, she is particularly fierce towards other students; all the students in the class avoid her when they see her. There are even a few who, upon hearing her ask them to go to the office, can cry on the spot, and they all call her Li the King of Hell.

This made Fu Kun feel particularly uncomfortable. Just as he was about to wave his hand at Fu Yijie, Teacher Li pushed him and said: "What are you looking at? You are not paying attention in class. You are not being punished to stand now, I am just educating you, and you are not listening! You are being given face but are not appreciating it!"

Ah, some want to see but cannot, while others can see yet choose not to. Fu Kun sighed, but soon smiled again, saying, "Actually, I want to see and I can see; I have a treasure."

"Why not just look directly? Are you aiming to shoot?" Fu Kun, somewhat perplexed, pushed aside the periscope that was pointed at his face

"Why do you want to touch?" Fu Kun touched his hand

Fu Kun's mind flashed with various terrifying imaginations, such as picking flowers, eating children

As soon as Fu Kun saw this, he quickly turned around and intended to go out, but was grabbed by the collar by his mother: "Fu Kun, my dear student!"

After being lectured by his mother, the loyal classmate Fu Kun immediately lay down at the table in the small room to diligently do his homework after finishing his meal, while his parents chatted and watched television in the living room

"You just run along." Fu Kun waved his hand, half lifting Fu Yijie and placing him in the back seat

"Who wants to attend class, what a joke." He stroked his chin, murmuring softly as he walked down the small street.

"Just eat the milk powder directly, what's wrong? I didn't have time to mix it," Fu Kun glanced at Fu Yijie. Fu Yijie looked at him, stopped scooping the milk powder, and seemed to understand that milk powder was not meant to be consumed this way. He could only add, "Don't I usually eat malt extract directly..."

Fu Kun brought Fu Yijie to the entrance of Class 2, Grade 1, where Teacher Yu was already waiting

Fu Yijie remained silent, merely gripping his hand tightly without letting go

Brother! As soon as Fu Yijie saw him, he burst into laughter, and the way he called out "brother" was particularly loud

Hello, brother. Fu Yijie slid down from the back seat and turned his head to call out.

Fu Yijie is very quiet, whether watching Fu Kun or watching television, there is not a single sound.

When did it snow? It actually snowed again!

Usually, when going to school, Fu Kun would go with Sun Wei, and one bicycle would be just enough. However, with the addition of Fu Yijie, it became different, as the front bar of the women's bicycle is slanted and cannot accommodate a passenger, so they all have to sit at the back.

But can he remember

How long will it take for him to get familiar? He hasn't even called me brother once until now. Sun Wei has little hope for the running years ahead.

On the first day, taking Fu Yijie to school, Fu Kun ran to school with Sun Wei, each taking five minutes.

"Periscope," Fu Kun said in a lowered voice, "can see around corners, made as taught by the manual arts teacher, just take a look..."

"You like it so much? Next time, I will make you a better one. This one is made from a cardboard box, so it's not very sturdy," Fu Kun said, resting his arm. The fact that something he made in his manual labor class received such appreciation gave him a great sense of accomplishment. "Let me make you one out of toothpaste tubes."

He did not return to his classroom, but instead stayed in the stairwell for a while, hunching his neck. Only after the duty teacher walked past did he sneak out and quickly ran to the small playground behind the teaching building. Beyond this playground was the school's old wall, made of red bricks and approximately two meters high. For Fu Kun, that wall was as good as nonexistent; he was tall, comparable to fifth or sixth graders, and with just a few steps, he could easily climb over it

He was momentarily taken aback; the plane that had just taken off was shot down by a cannon. He did not have time to pay attention to it and turned to Uncle Long, shouting, "What time is it, Uncle Long!"

Fu Kun secretly extended the periscope from the side of the door, aimed it at the television, and nodded his chin towards Fu Yijie, saying: "Take a look"

Honestly confess, how did you give Yijie the milk yesterday

"Is it fun?" Fu Kun smiled and handed him the periscope, "You can play with it."

I play simply

In the morning shift, I left home at five thirty. My mother originally wanted to help Fu Yijie get dressed, but Fu Yijie quickly put on his clothes by himself. Instead, it was Fu Kun, whose arms were not very agile, who struggled for a long time and only managed to get his sweater halfway on. She went over to help him pull it on properly. "You take your younger brother and send him to the classroom, understood?"

Ah? Fu Kun picked up the periscope and looked at Fu Yijie. Due to the close distance, the mirror indeed only reflected Fu Yijie's face. "Really, hey."

At the end of the first class, Fu Kun originally intended to go downstairs to see Fu Yijie, but because he was caught by Teacher Li for drawing little fighting figures in his textbook during Chinese class, he was taken to the corridor for a reprimand as soon as class was over. Teacher Li showed no signs of stopping even after five minutes of scolding.

Well

A few minutes later, Fu Kun felt Fu Yijie’s hand reach over and pinch the edge of his shorts

If anything were to happen, he wouldn't need to go home; returning home would mean being minced into filling by his parents

In the morning, Fu Kun was typically dragged out of bed by his mother, but today he did not struggle, as Fu Yijie was also dragged out in the same manner by their mother

Fu Yijie slowly returned to the classroom, and Fu Kun stood outside the classroom for no more than two minutes before the class bell rang

"Still picking materials, huh?" Fu Kun laughed for a long time, pulling Fu Yijie's hand, "Then you can rub my pants."

For Fu Yijie, who has never had many toys, this periscope is very fun; he held it in his hands the entire night and even kept it in his hands without letting go when he went to bed

"Isn't it cold? Why are you standing outside?" Fu Kun tugged at his collar.

Fu Yijie remained silent and continued to roll the pillowcase

"A piece of it," Fu Kun threw down his pen and turned his head, just about to praise Fu Yijie again, when the periscope tube in front of him startled him, almost touching his face. "What are you doing?"

They are all gone, I have checked the classroom, what time is it now...

Under normal circumstances, Fu Kun would not admit his mistake to her so quickly; he wanted to get down there as soon as possible, not wanting Fu Yijie to feel that his older brother had failed to fulfill his promise.

Just one more? Uncle Long felt very helpless

However, aside from taking away his toys, encroaching on his space, and even stealing the dumpling mouse, Fu Kun also finds Fu Yijie quite adorable, especially since he went to plead with his mother today

Fu Kun rushed to the bike shed, took a bicycle, and rode home. It has been an hour already. Perhaps Fu Yijie has already returned home. The group can only disperse after walking to a place just two streets away from his house. If Fu Yijie remembers the way, he can reach home in ten minutes.

When Sun Wei arrived at school, he was so flustered that he could hardly speak: "We... we need to think about this... this... this..."

One. "Fu Kun replied.

"What are you doing? Not selling it?" Fu Kun leaned against the counter, "Hurry up."

Ah? You can't be serious! Sun Wei was furious, "How many years have we known each other? You want me to run behind the car for a brother who just arrived at your house two days ago?"

Little touch? Still a thief

Fu Kun! Li Yanwang's eyes widened in disbelief. There are hardly a few students in the entire grade who would dare to confront a teacher like this, and Fu Kun is the only one who is a "repeat offender". She was almost pointing her finger at Fu Kun's face, "What are you still doing in school! Get out of here! Go sell vegetables on the street! What a disgrace!"

12:20. Uncle Long glanced at his watch

the game arcade at the street corner

Hmm. Fu Yijie closed his eyes while holding the periscope.

When he rushed to the school gate, he glanced around and found that there was no one left. The main gate had already been closed, leaving only a small door, and the old man guarding it was sweeping the snow.

Fu Kun pondered while doing his homework, thinking that his mother would surely like a child like this. His mother had always said that he was too mischievous, driving her to the point of boiling over with frustration.

Uncle Long threw him a coin and asked for eighty cents in return

"Is your wife braiding your hair?" Fu Yijie did not understand.

"Look at you," replied Fu Yijie, squinting one eye.

When Fu Kun got caught up in the game, he lost track of time. By the time he reached the final level, he heard someone nearby say, "Let's go eat, it's already past twelve."

Um. Fu Yijie once again grasped the edge of his pants, rubbed it for a short while, and then his hand gradually came to a stop as he fell asleep

Will he still be waiting in the same place

The little fool sits on the doorstep, crying and shouting for a wife. What do you need a wife for? To light the lamp, to talk, to blow out the lamp, to keep you company, to braid your hair for you in the morning... Fu Kun changed to another one.

Fu Yijie remained quietly leaning beside the table, watching him do his homework. When his mother called him to watch television, he did not go.

Fu Kun pondered for a while and estimated that the term "Xiao Mo" was a specialized term created by Fu Yijie for his own cloth piece

"A moment," Fu Kun put down his pen and stretched, "Aren't you watching television?"

Fu Yijie finally changed his position and leaned over to stare at the object in his hand

"Not looking." Fu Yijie rested his head on the table, his hand supporting his face. He had been lying there, staring at Fu Kun for as long as Fu Kun had been writing.

As for Fu Kun, one coin can keep you occupied for quite a while, and when in a good mood, a single coin can help you clear the level.

"Go ahead, I will return to our classroom," Fu Kun turned to leave, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by Fu Yijie. He turned his head back and asked, "What’s wrong?"

In fact, the homework is not too much; it mainly consists of copying texts, filling in blanks, and constructing sentences, along with some basic arithmetic operations. However, although he can write with his left hand, it still feels awkward to him, and he cannot write from right to left. This is the reason why he is reluctant to do his homework

When Fu Kun was running to school, his legs felt a bit weak, and every time he thought of Fu Yijie looking up at the building with his face tilted back, he couldn't help but feel like he was going to fall.