Fu Yijie rarely suffers from insomnia, and eating and sleeping are equally important for him.

But he almost didn't sleep that night. When Fu Kun finished reading the comics, he turned off the desk lamp on his bed, stared at him and listened to Fu Kun's breathing. After confirming that Fu Kun was asleep, he turned on the desk lamp and continued reading.

This book shocked him and he spent a night reading, understanding and experiencing it.

To him, these contents seemed to be close but out of reach.

Xia Fei did not deliberately hide anything from him, but he never specifically said his own affairs. He never said his feelings and feelings. Even if Fu Yijie would ask, Xia Fei would always change the topic.

Now, this book is like a key, opening a door. Fu Yijie never thought that the world would spread in front of him little by little.

Real examples, living people, like Xia Fei and Zhang Qingkai, and perhaps Jiang Song, these are like all ordinary people, and they live in different groups. Others cannot see them and their hearts are full of disagreement with themselves and self-denial...

Stigmatization, struggle, suppression, marginalized people, weak...

When the sky started to turn white outside the window, Fu Yijie closed the book and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling cabinet in a daze.

His mind was in a mess. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't even remember what he had watched this night. The content that surprised him caused shocks that exceeded his ability to bear it.

The only thing he could remember clearly was only two things.

There are many people like this, more than I thought. This is not a psychopath, not a pervert, not a hooligan... But there are too few people who can think of this way.

It is possible that you...yes.

However, he was not completely sure about the latter point. Except for Fu Kun, he had never liked other men like this, but Fu Kun was his brother.

Do you like your brother or men?

He didn't know when Fu Kun got up, and he even forgot today that he should get up and run.

It was not until Fu Kun finished washing up and stepped on the lower bunk and slapped him on his head, that he suddenly came back to his senses from the chaos as if he had not taken a shower for half a month and had tied his tail hair.

"Didn't sleep well?" Fu Kun frowned and reached out to touch his face. "Why are there blood in his eyes? His face is also bad, so why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

When Fu Kun stroked his fingers across his face, he closed his eyes. This feeling of desire to touch and being touched cannot be for his brother...

"No, I'm dreaming." Fu Yijie sat up, his head a little heavy, and he always felt like he wanted to shake it with a big pumpkin. When he got out of bed, he almost rushed down and fell down.

This is the first time Fu Yijie stayed up late, and it feels worse than Fu Kun being beaten up.

Because he got up too late, his parents had already gone to work. When Fu Kun was washing up, he flipped through the small drawer of medicine at home and found him a few cold medicines.

"I didn't catch a cold." Fu Yijie refused to take it.

"Who knows, maybe it's not an attack. I'm so unstimulated. Take two tablets to prevent it." Fu Kun pinched his face, stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and handed him a glass of water.

Fu Yijie had no choice but to swallow the medicine.

"I'll take you today, don't fall in your state." Fu Kun slowly moved his legs. His knees seemed to have a scab at first, but if he stretched out, he couldn't make a bend, and if he made a bend, he couldn't stretch it straight. Every time he had to grit his teeth and toss back and forth, moving the wound so that it would be bleeding to move.

"It's okay, stop doing it, my scalp is numb." Fu Yijie took out the book, grabbed a few buns, turned around and went out.

Although Fu Yijie didn't sleep, he didn't make any mistakes when riding a bicycle with Fu Kun, and he was always nervous.

When he arrived at the school gate, he got out of the car and pushed it in.

The teachers and students on duty stood on both sides to check what they were dressed and hairstyle.

Among the students on duty this week, Xu Jiamei is the one who stands at the door wearing a red armband on duty. It is a very cool thing for girls to stand at the door. Students who come in will also be reviewed by students in the school. Xu Jiamei, a beautiful girl with good grades and good grades and special loves to show off, probably enjoys it, with a reserved smile on her face.

Since she returned to the game hall and had a fight with Xu Jiamei, Xu Jiamei would immediately change into a cold face when she saw Fu Yijie. Fu Yijie was too lazy to see her more.

But today, Fu Yijie just pushed the cart to the school and walked for less than two steps when he heard Xu Jiamei's voice: "Fu Kun! Come here!"

Fu Kun was stunned for a moment. He didn't necessarily want to pass by Xu Jiamei when she called him that. But today, Xu Jiamei was on duty. He hesitated for two seconds and walked to Xu Jiamei: "What are you doing?"

Xu Jiamei hugged her arms and raised her chin: "What's wrong with your trouser legs?"

Fu Kun looked down at his trouser legs. Because he had a knee injury and his trouser hurt when he rubbed his trouser legs, he rolled up his trouser legs.

"It's lame." Fu Kun looked at her.

"Where is the clothes?" Xu Jiamei continued to raise her chin, "You don't know if you don't wear school uniforms like this?"

Fu Kun's coat button was not buttoned, and he usually buttoned it. Today, he looked for medicine for Fu Yijie for a long time, but he didn't pay attention when he went out. He smiled and said, "Forgot."

"Hook up." Xu Jiamei also smiled.

Fu Kun had to lower his head and button it. As soon as his finger touched the first button, Xu Jiamei suddenly twitched and reached her hand in front of him, and began to button it down for him.

"It's so slow," she said with a smile.

Fu Kun was a little unconscious. Xu Jiamei's action made him a little embarrassed. He reached out to button him in front of so many people, and no matter how he looked, it made people feel that they were a little bit like that.

"I myself..." Fu Kun took a step back.

"Don't move." Xu Jiamei grabbed his collar and pulled it in front of her.

Fu Yijie was standing aside and waiting. When he saw this, he turned around and pushed the cart and left: "I'll go in first."

"Yes," Fu Kun responded, but immediately shouted again, "A piece of my schoolbag!"

Fu Yijie probably didn't hear it, and walked in without even turning his head, and he was walking quite well.

"Hey, my schoolbag," Fu Kun was a little anxious, grabbed Xu Jiamei's hand and shook it, turned around and left, "I'll depress myself."

"Ah," Fu Yijie took a few steps and suddenly stopped, turned around, "Schoolbag."

"You are running away!" Fu Kun chased after him and took his schoolbag from the handlebar and threw it on his back.

"Button." Fu Yijie pointed at him button and looked at Xu Jiamei again. Xu Jiamei stared at this side, and the smile on her face was gone.

"Well," Fu Kun lowered his head and muttered, "Is Xu Jiamei sick? She suddenly so virtuous. I don't know if I thought I had lived with her for several years."

"Who knows what's going on with you two?" Fu Yijie smiled.

"Don't you know yet? I'll be playing with you all day long, and when I go out, I'll report to you who I'll go out with..." Fu Kun buttoned it and bounced it on his forehead, "Okay, I'm going to the classroom, remember to lock the car."

"Um."

More than a month after the first year of junior high school, the teacher conducted a survey exam. Fu Yijie was the first in the class and third in the grade. So the teacher arranged for Fu Yijie to be the class monitor as usual.

Fu Yijie was not afraid of trouble in his studies, but nothing else was fine. When the team leader was in elementary school, he didn't have any substantive work, so the class leader of junior high school was different. He refused to do it even if he beat him to death. Later, the teacher could only force him to arrange for him to be a study committee member.

Today, I have always studied hard in class very seriously. I slept all morning from the first class to the fourth class.

The fourth class is Chinese, the class teacher, and the class teacher finally ordered Fu Yijie's name: "Fu Yijie, are you uncomfortable? I heard that you slept in several classes in the morning?"

"The head hurts a little." Fu Yijie replied.

"Do you want to go to the infirmary to get some medicine?"

"No, it's much better now." Fu Yijie shook his head. He didn't want to have any diseases and didn't finish taking cold medicine in the morning and took another headache medicine at noon.

In fact, although he was very sleepy, he didn't fall asleep. For one morning, he lay on the table, didn't listen to the class, and didn't sleep. He just thought.

What should I do?

Xia Fei could no longer find a second person who could speak his thoughts unscrupulously. No one could listen to his little secrets quietly and give him advice like Xia Fei.

Now he can only rely on himself.

He could neither tell Fu Kun about his strange feelings nor did he want to classify himself like this.

He likes Fu Kun. He has loved to stare at Fu Kun's every move since he was a child. No matter what Fu Kun looks like, he thinks it looks good. No matter what Fu Kun looks like, he can firmly attract his attention.

But that was when he was confused, he stretched out his hand to him and gave him a warmth, which naturally would have different meanings to him.

He hasn't been in a relationship, he hasn't liked anyone else yet...

Fu Yijie is a very planned person in his work, including study plan, review plan, running plan, and Diudi weight loss plan. He will plan everything he does.

So now he has set a preliminary plan for himself, what's going on with Kun? I don't care when I'm sure. Before that, he should have been in a relationship!

Yes, like Fu Kun, he fell in love with a girl.

However, the implementation of this plan made Fu Yijie very immense and could not find the opportunity to start the plan.

In his twelve or three years of his life, except for a girl who said she liked him in the third grade and when she graduated from elementary school, the class monitor gave him a chinchilla on the grounds of commemoration, she never had any interaction with girls again.

He doesn't like talking or paying attention to others. He is cute when he hears a lot of comments when he hears it.

It was almost the same after entering junior high school. After playing basketball, many people knew about him, but he was always silent in the face of unacquaintances...

Fu Kun should have experience in this kind of thing, but he couldn't ask this question.

Moreover, Fu Kun has experience being chased back, and his experience of taking the initiative seems to be blank. Besides, he is addicted to making money and has never seen any girl he has to do with.

Fu Yijie was troubled by this problem for more than a week, and his family was about to prepare for the formal move, but he couldn't start his own plan.

When he was lying side by side with Fu Kun on the bed and rubbing his stomach at night, he couldn't help but sigh.

"A piece of it," Fu Kun sat up, "You have changed a lot after you went to junior high school."

"Is it big?" Fu Yijie looked at him.

"Well," Fu Kun nodded seriously, "You have something to worry about, can I feel it, do you want to talk to me?"

Fu Yijie stared at Fu Kun for a while, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He turned his face to the wall. After a long time of silence, he suddenly said, "Why no girl likes me?"

"Ah?" Fu Kun was stunned. After a while, he lay down against him and hugged him from behind, "What's wrong? Which little girl do you like? Tell me, I'll give you an idea."

"...No." Fu Yijie was hugged by him, and his whole body shook as if it had been over with electricity.
To be continued...