After turning two street intersections, Wang Zhiqiang's group slowly caught up with Fu Kun and Sun Wei.

Sun Wei was sweating a little on his forehead. Fu Kun was as familiar with his fingers as he played with his bicycle. Even if he was carrying him, he could ride very quickly even if he was snowing and thin ice. But today it was different. Fu Kun held the handlebars with his left hand, and it was not easy to use it. It took Wang Zhiqiang and the others to catch up.

"Kunzi," Sun Wei looked back and saw three or four people riding their bikes slowly approaching them, "How about I go down, you are too slow, you will have to get to your yard..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Fu Kun pedaled his head, "Are you carrying marbles?"

"Why are you bringing it with me?" Sun Wei reached into his schoolbag and touched a bag of marbles.

"Spray!" Fu Kun said.

"What..." Sun Wei shouted. It was not easy for him to win these marbles, but before he finished speaking, he immediately understood what Fu Kun meant, "Sa?"

"Say all, don't be reluctant to let go, I'll give you all my."

"No need for you, I'll win again." Sun Wei took out the bag of marbles without hesitation, turned his head and looked behind him, and threw it towards Zhang Yiwei, who was closest to them.

Zhang Yiwei was riding very carefully. There were ice stubble on the road and had to carry a place that had been crushed into mud. After Sun Wei sprinkled, the marbles jumped on the ground and had nowhere to hide. At this speed, they would hit the ground with a person and a car.

"I--" Zhang Yiwei's long voice was about to curse, but before he could make the whole sound, the wheels skated, the bicycle twisted twice and then fell down hard. He rolled on the ground several times, and then threw down the two people following him, and the few people fell into a ball.

Sun Wei grinned for a long time: "Kunzi, look!"

Fu Kun glanced back and shouted, "Oh, my butt fell three times-"

"Don't add more fireworks!" Sun Wei patted Fu Kun. Those people were already very embarrassed when they were thrown away. After Fu Kun yelled like this, they would not be dismantled tomorrow. "Hurry up!"

Wang Zhiqiang had good driving skills and did not fall in chaos. He bypassed the few people on the ground and continued to chase after him. Moreover, because he failed the first battle, he was probably very angry and rode his bike and rushed up silently.

Fu Kun didn't say anything anymore, leaned down and kicked hard a few times.

The old phoenix my mother gave Fu Kun was pretty good. She stomped it out after a few striking times.

Fu Yijie looked up at the sky, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

"Don't look up," the aunt smiled from the side and helped him pull his hat. "My face is wet."

The aunt took him out to buy stationery. The stationery in his schoolbag was distributed by the welfare home. The old things donated to the welfare home by others did not have a pencil case. The two pencils had been used as small pen tips, and the eraser was like beans, with only a little bit of it.

"What kind of pencil case do you like? Pen, tell my aunt, I will give it to you..." The aunt led him and walked out of the yard gate, but suddenly stopped and looked at the other end of the road.

Fu Yijie reached his body and looked at it, but he didn't see anything special.

"Fu Kun!" Auntie suddenly yelled.

Fu Yijie was startled. The sudden roar was like outside the school today. He was so scared that he shivered and sat on the ground.

"Oh, baby, why do you sit on the ground when you are scared..." The aunt quickly pulled him up and patted him, "You are standing here, your brother is causing trouble again."

"Fu Kun! What are you doing again? Come over and get over!"

When my mother's voice came from the front, Fu Kun breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Zhiqiang behind him had already touched him. Seeing that the two cars were about to hit each other, the speed would really fall into a ball. Even if he was still wearing a splint arm, he would probably not be able to get better in another month.

My mother's roar made Wang Zhiqiang subconsciously pinch the truck gate and landed behind him.

However... although I have temporarily gotten rid of Wang Zhiqiang, the mother in front might be even more terrifying.

"Down!" My mother had already walked to the side of the road and pointed at him.

He jumped off the bicycle with his head down, and Sun Wei also jumped down and followed him with his head down.

Wang Zhiqiang chased after him again, but when he saw this stance, he wanted to leave as soon as he twisted the handlebars.

Children in the sixth grade, no matter how arrogant or awesome, will be scared when they see real "adults".

But my mother didn't give him this opportunity, so she rushed over and held the handlebars: "What's your name!"

"What does it have to do with you?" Wang Zhiqiang pulled the car and wanted to leave, muttering dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, Dasha, you are chasing Fu Kun, why are you chasing?" My mother simply changed Wang Zhiqiang's name.

"You are so stupid!" Wang Zhiqiang was furious.

"What's your name? Dasha." My mother smiled gently.

"Wang Zhiqiang!"

"Wang Zhiqiang, why are you chasing Fu Kun and the others?"

"Do nothing! I'm happy, do you care?" Wang Zhiqiang pulled the handlebars again.

My mother let go: "It's okay, if it's okay, then you go."

Wang Zhiqiang had never met a "adult" who let him go so easily, and stood there for a moment without moving.

"Go away!" My mother suddenly raised her voice and shouted, "If I'll beat you up later, I'll be happy!"

Fu Kun couldn't help but be happy when he watched Wang Zhiqiang running away while riding the car.

"Why are you laughing?" My mother pushed him and pointed at Sun Wei again, "Sun Wei, go home quickly. Why do you say you are a very honest child and follow Fu Kun all day long? Can you learn well!"

"Goodbye Auntie." Sun Wei lowered his head and shook his schoolbag on his shoulders, ran away, shouting, "Kunzi, I'll call you tomorrow!"

"I know." Fu Kun also shouted, then lowered his head again and followed his mother to the yard.

"I took Yijie to buy pens or something. I put the rice on the stove and cook it. You go home and watch it."

"Yes," Fu Kun looked up and saw Fu Yijie standing foolishly on the side of the road. He pushed the car and ran over, "A piece of it."

"Brother." Fu Yijie whispered in his mask.

"Give it," Fu Kun took out a bag of Langweixian from his pocket and handed it to him, "Have you eaten?"

Fu Yijie took it over and looked at it, shook his head.

"It's delicious, eat it." Fu Kun pulled away his mask and pinched it on his face, feeling soft and comfortable.

When my mother brought Fu Yijie to buy a bunch of notebooks and pens, the rice was already cooked, and Fu Kun had just taken the pot back to the house.

"Your dad's shift is late this week," my mom pointed to the stool next to the table, "Sit down, let's talk first."

"Mom..." Fu Kun reluctantly sat on the chair and looked at Fu Yijie who was standing on the side.

"Yijie goes back to the cottage to read books. Your brother is afraid of losing face." My mother took Fu Yijie to the cottage, took a few comic strips for him to show, and when she came out, she held a notebook that Fu Kun usually painted.

Fu Kun looked at the notebook and didn't know what his mother was going to do.

"Let me show you the painting, and I'll kick you today." My mother put the notebook in front of him.

Fu Kun hesitated for a while and took out his pencil. Where did my mother play? Did she know that she didn’t do her homework every day when she sat on the table and was doing all of her homework?

He drew a few strokes on the paper and started drawing. Wouldn't he just draw a picture of his mother kicking someone? It's easy.

After about ten minutes, he finished drawing. My mother looked at it and nodded quite satisfied: "It was really good to draw it. I thought your left hand was not as good as your right hand. Let's have another picture and just draw your brother's butt on the ground."

Fu Kun was stunned, but he still drew a picture of a small ball sitting on the snow pile as required by his mother.

"No, it's quite like that." My mother took it over and looked at it, nodded.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Fu Kun couldn't help asking.

My mother didn't say anything, raised her hand and tore off the two paintings from the notebook. Before Fu Kun could react, she started to tear the two pieces of paper again.

Fu Kun was confused and watched his mother tear all the two paintings into strips, then tear them into pieces, and then into small pieces.

After tearing it up, my mother walked to the middle of the house and sprinkled the shredded paper on the ground: "Pick it up and put it back."

"Mom--" Fu Kun shouted, can you fight back? It's okay to say one painting, two pictures, and they're so broken!

"I'll go cook, you can do it. Don't eat if you can't finish it." My mother took the apron and tied it, leaving the house without returning.

"Mom, how good it would be to beat me up!" Fu Kun continued to shout.

"How tired," my mother replied in the corridor, "Fight quickly!"

Fu Kun sighed, was stunned for a long time at the pile of shredded paper on the ground, and slowly held all the pieces of paper onto the table.

Where can I start this?

I was worried here. Fu Yijie didn't know when he came out of the hut, so he pulled a stool to the table, climbed up and sat upright.

"Why are you?" Fu Kun looked at him.

He didn't say anything, stretched out his fingers and pinched a few pieces of paper, then put it aside.

Fu Kun stared at his movements and found that he was picking out the blank paper that had not been drawn.

"It's good to have a younger brother." Fu Kun saw Fu Yijie's meaning and was very happy.

Fu Yijie still didn't say anything, lowered his head and picked it seriously, so Fu Kun also lay on the table and started picking it with him.

Not long after, the two of them picked up the blank paper.

The next work is not that simple. Fu Kun picked out the larger piece of paper, roughly judged the position, and placed it on the table.

But after working hard for a long time, I just made half of my mother's shadowless leg.

"Oh..." Fu Kun sighed, "I can't eat now."

Fu Yijie stopped, slid down the chair and ran into the cottage, took out the bag of Langweixian that Fu Kun had given him from his small cotton coat pocket, and placed it on the table.

"What are you doing?" Fu Kun was stunned, "You didn't eat?"

"You eat." Fu Yijie turned around and ran out of the house.
To be continued...