Salted Toffee

In the past, Fu Cizhou was too reckless, and he didn't do anything less to toss people.

But now he restrained himself a little, and understood that even if it is for the good of others, it must be happy for others.

Now Zhu Yu would tremble when he saw him, if he woke up and opened his eyes, it would be too exciting, Fu Cizhou would not be able to bear it.

Zhu Qin glanced at him, didn't ask any further questions, put down the frying pan in his hand and called Zhu Yu to get up.

Fu Cizhou followed Zhu Qin's buttocks with sugar water in his hand, and leaned against the door frame of the bedroom to look in.

The heater is on in the house, which is relatively warm.

Zhu Yu was wearing dark brown cotton pajamas, sitting on the bed and wandering.

"Sugar water," Fu Cizhou saw that Zhu Qin was about to leave, and hurried over to hand the glass to Zhu Yu, "Drink some."

When Zhu Yu saw Fu Cizhou, his stretched fingers on the quilt suddenly wrinkled the quilt.

"I'll put it on the bedside. If you don't drink it, it will be cold." Fu Cizhou changed hands and put the cup on the bedside table, and then went out.

The curtains in the room were still closed, and the light could not come in, so it was a little dark.

Zhu Yu slowed down for a while, then raised his hand to take the water glass, and drank the glass of sugar water bit by bit.

When he changed his clothes and went out, the food was already set on the dining table. Fu Cizhou was laying down the chopsticks. When he turned to see him going out, a smile appeared on his face instantly.

"Did you drink the sugar water?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu held the cup and nodded slightly.

"Uncle made pork liver soup." Fu Cizhou slipped around the dining table and walked away from the glass in Zhu Yu's hand, "Do you smell it? It smells like hell."

Zhu Yu empty his hands and looked down slowly.

"Uncle, serve it slowly." Fu Cizhou put the cup on the cooking table and hurriedly put the table mat for Zhu Qin who came out with the soup basin. "Actually, I'll just serve it. This is hot."

Fu Cizhou talked endlessly, and Zhu Qin was so attentive that he didn't even bother to talk to him.

The meal was very harmonious. Fu Cizhou spoke stand-up comics alone, and made Zhu Qin smile from time to time.

"Stayed abroad for a few years, learned some finance and computers, and started a company with friends after returning home, mainly developing software and running it, and some other investments..."

Zhu Yu listened to Fu Cizhou talk about his seven years, and took it with a few words in a hurry.

The pork liver soup is very fresh, with scattered egg flowers floating on it.

Zhu Yu drank with a spoon, licking his own food like a kitten.

"The company's headquarters is not in Yuanzhou, but the house I bought here in Yuanzhou, Zhu Yu is also there, so it should be settled here."

The crisp sound of "ding" is the sound of the spoon hitting the edge of the bowl.

Zhu Yu still lowered his eyes and said nothing, turning over the rice soaked in the soup.

"My parents really agreed. They discussed it with me at the beginning. If you still think about it after going to school for three or four years, you can follow me. It's been so many years, I don't care about it."

The conversation at the dinner table was light and casual with laughter.

But Zhu Yu knows that the reason why they can say these words so easily now is because they have paid a painful price.

Those missed times seem to be trapped in darkness and can never be found.

After lunch, Fu Cizhou took over the job of washing dishes.

In fact, he didn't finish the dishes, and there were not many dishes to wash. He cleaned them up in a short while, and when he came out of the kitchen, he found that there was only one Zhu left in the room.

"Where's uncle?" Fu Cizhou poked his head towards the second bedroom.

"Going out." Zhu Yu stood at the edge of the table, his eyes dodging a little.

"Where are you going at noon?" Fu Cizhou asked puzzled, "Don't you want to sleep for a while?"

Zhu Yu didn't answer any more, he seemed to sigh slightly, and turned to go to the balcony.

Fu Cizhou realized later that Zhu Qin was probably making room for the two of them.

Actually... it's not necessary.

After all, Zhu Yu dare not approach him now.

"I watered it before." Fu Cizhou also walked to the balcony, but stood in the room without stepping out.

Zhu Yu nodded, just moved the leaves with his fingers, as if he had nothing to do.

"Look, this is a newly built house. How long has it been since you moved here?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu turned and looked at Fu Cizhou: "More than a year."

"It didn't take long," Fu Cizhou said, "but Yuanzhou's water and soil support people, and it's good to live here."

Zhu Yu nodded again, and Fu Cizhou was a little uncomfortable with the lack of words.

"Come in," he opened the balcony door a little, "it's cold outside."

Zhu Yu hesitated for a few seconds, and finally listened to Fu Cizhou's words and entered the living room.

"I also wanted to buy a small house before, but my aunt said that it is better for her to visit the big house, so I bought a three-bedroom house. It is just over there in Dongcheng, and the starting price is taken by taxi. If you have time, I can take you there anytime to have a look. .”

While talking, Fu Cizhou closed the balcony door.

The door is a glass door, including the windows, which are all made of double-layered sound-proof materials. When the door is closed like this, it seems to block the sound from the outside and not let it in.

In fact, the building is far away from the road, so there is not much noise in theory, but when the door is closed, something seems to disappear in the ear, and then Fu Cizhou's voice seems to be amplified many times, like a bomb/ It exploded around Zhu Yu like a bomb.

Zhu Yu panicked.

And almost at the same time, Fu Cizhou caught his abnormality.

The balcony door was opened again, and Zhu Yu's eyes fell on the doorknob.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Fu Cizhou took a few steps back, "I can go."

Zhu Yuhang's fingers curled up in the seam of his trousers, his eyes swept back and forth on the floor.

"Is this okay?" Fu Cizhou retreated to a place near the dining table.

Zhu Yu glanced at him, and began to feel inexplicably flustered again.

"I'll go, I'll go..." Fu Cizhou took the coat he had put on the back of the chair and hurried out the door.

It wasn't until there was a "click" that the anti-theft door was closed, Zhu Yu slowly opened his eyes, and hurried to open the door.

Fortunately, Fu Cizhou is still outside the door.

"No!" Zhu Yu's chest rose and fell, and he spoke slightly out of breath, "I..."

"Speak slowly," Fu Cizhou raised his palm and pressed it down, "I won't leave, don't worry."

Zhu Yu was still holding the doorknob with his fingers, the warmth of the room mixed with the coldness of the corridor.

"Fu Cizhou," he said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry..."

I don't know when it started, Zhu Yu found that he couldn't think about anything about Fu Cizhou.

It was once so serious that it was not even a little bit relevant.

Such as sugar painting, wood carving, fireworks, and little goldfish.

For a while, he was very afraid of fish, even a cartoon stick figure was terribly afraid.

It's like being sick and you just can't go out.

Zhu Yuhui dreamed that many times Fu Cizhou sternly asked himself why he regretted leaving suddenly.

Why does he try so hard to be together, but he keeps giving up.

Zhu Yu didn't know how to answer, he couldn't answer.

Fu Cizhou gave him a hot heart, but he easily discarded it and never looked back.

At the beginning, he was sorry for everyone, but he was the only one who was sorry for Fu Cizhou.

Zhu Yu was afraid that Fu Cizhou would hate him, and even more afraid that Fu Cizhou would forget him.

He was afraid of being abandoned, forgotten, and reunited with Fu Cizhou.

"I'm sorry," Zhu Yu lowered his head, his voice trembling, "Fu Cizhou, I'm sorry..."

But things are not as he thought.

None of the things that Zhu Yu was worried about ever happened.

"It's ok."

He heard Fu Cizhou's soft voice, and comforted him cautiously: "It's okay, I don't care."

He doesn't care.

Zhu Yu took a breath and lowered his arms slightly.

Fu Cizhou didn't care about the seven-year separation.

"My parents treated you like that back then, and I should also say sorry to you. It's not because my parents apologized, but because I didn't protect you well."

"I did a lot of stupid things back then, I was too naive." Fu Cizhou rubbed his nose and smiled with difficulty, "Don't be angry with me."

After Zhu Yu listened carefully, he stood in the hallway in a daze.

Yes, how could Fu Cizhou be angry with himself.

Fu Cizhou clearly loves him the most.

"I..." Zhu Yu looked down at his palms and found that they were all shaking.

He clenched his fists, tried hard to control his emotions, and took a step back: "Come in first."

Fu Cizhou returned to the house.

He wasn't sure if Zhu Yu was really feeling better, so he simply opened the balcony door.

A relatively unsealed space should make Zhu Yu more comfortable.

"Can I stand here?" Fu Cizhou approached the balcony, blocking some cold wind with his body.

Zhu Yu was a few steps away from him, and after a pause, he pointed to the sofa: "Sit down."

"It's good for me to stand here." Fu Cizhou folded his coat and put it on the sofa. "You sit down."

The two stalemate for a few seconds, left and right, and finally Zhu Yu went to Fu Cizhou's side, pulled his clothes and pulled him to the sofa to sit down.

"It's really good for me to stand up," Fu Cizhou was still fighting hard, "You must not force yourself, everything must be done step by step."

"I, I'm fine," Zhu Yu sat beside Fu Cizhou, with his hands slightly clenched on his lap.His gaze began to wander again, and his breathing became much faster, "I'm just a little bit uncomfortable."

After hearing this, Fu Cizhou stood up quickly: "I'd better stand there..."

His words stopped abruptly, and when he looked down, Zhu Yu grabbed his finger.

"Just sit here!" Zhu Yuwei raised his face and raised his voice, "I'm fine..."

Like a piece of wood, Fu Cizhou smashed himself into the sofa with a "bang": "Okay!"

"Maybe, maybe just get used to it." Zhu Yu wanted to let go of Fu Cizhou's hand, but as soon as his fingers retracted a little, he was firmly held by the other party.

"Then you get used to it." Fu Cizhou grabbed Zhu Yu's hand and grasped it with both hands.

The heart beat violently, and Fu Cizhou's palm was warm, and he seemed to feel the friction between his fingerprints.

"Wish...Zhu Yu," Fu Cizhou held back his eagerness to express, and looked down at the hands they held, "I used to have many problems, I didn't understand anything, I only knew to pursue what I wanted. But now I will learn to understand you, be considerate of you, know to look at problems from your perspective, and find what you want."

"I really, I've been looking for you since I returned to China. Although I didn't find anything, I know that one day we will meet again."

He looked at Zhu Yu, his eyes were full of irresistible tenderness.

"I really miss you."

"Stop pushing me away."

Fu Cizhou's self-confidence is not groundless, because he always feels that he is not the only one who can't forget.

Although they didn't agree on a time before they separated, they made those three promises that weighed a thousand pounds to each other.

I love you so much, so I won't give up.

"I'm like this, is it not good?" Zhu Yu's sentence was broken into several sentences, which flowed out little by little like bubbling, "I am very boring."

In college, he was boring and rigid, and many people didn't like to talk to him.

Lin Wei once laughed that he was a monk who became a monk, seeing through the secular world without joy or sorrow.

Zhu Yu's current personality is not at all what it was back then.

He is no longer the laughing and fussy Zhu Xiaoyu when he was 17 years old.

"No, no," Zhu Yu curled up his lips stiffly as if returning from a ghost, and forced a smile at Fu Cizhou, "Actually, I'm still the same as before."

His words were inconsistent, as if he had temporarily switched his personality, and his words became clearer.

"Fu Cizhou, do you really not blame me?" Zhu Yu asked.

Fu Cizhou shook his head: "I never blamed you."

Zhu Yu seemed relieved: "Then, that's good..."

He raised his hand to cover his left chest, a habitual movement, suppressing the intense heartbeat.

"I'm always afraid that you will blame me..." Zhu Yu stared at the corner of the coffee table and said slowly, "I am afraid that you will be angry and ignore me."

"No." Fu Cizhou denied one by one, "I didn't blame you, I wasn't angry, and I wouldn't ignore you."

"Young master, young master," Zhu Yu picked up the familiar title again, and opened his arms to hug Fu Cizhou, "I'm sorry."

The action is a bit stiff, but it's barely ok.

Fu Cizhou clasped Zhu Yu's waist and took him into his arms: "It's okay."

The dialogue between the two seemed to be negotiated, you said one sentence to me, and the problem was solved perfectly without disclosure.

Fu Cizhou hugged Zhu Yu and put his face on the other's ear, but his gaze became deeper.

"Zhu Yu?" He called out tentatively.

"No," Zhu Yu explained in a panic, "I'm Zhu Xiaoyu."