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There was another soft knock at the door, and this time it was Zhu Qin trotting in, pulling Zhu Yu's arm and pulling him out.

The door closed with a bang, and this time only Fu Cizhou and Lin Wei were left in the room.

The silence lasted only a few seconds. The moment Lin Wei raised his eyes, Fu Cizhou grabbed his collar and pressed him against the wall.

"What's your idea?" Fu Cizhou's low voice was full of hostility, "You're misleading him."

Lin Wei bit the cigarette into his mouth again, grabbed Fu Cizhou's wrist and said reluctantly, "My friend, let me light a fire."

Fu Cizhou let go of Lin Wei and took a step back.

Just when the opponent touched the lighter, he swung his arm and punched him.

"Fuck!" Lin Wei fell on the sofa, tilted his head and spit out the cigarette, "Are you fucking sick?"

"What have you been doing for the past seven years?" Fu Cizhou picked Lin Wei up again, "Is it because of you that he is like this now!"

"I did it?" Lin Wei laughed loudly, "If it wasn't for me, he would have died."

Fu Cizhou's pupils shrank suddenly, and the strength in his hands was relieved by more than half.

Lin Wei took the opportunity to clenched his fist and punched Fu Cizhou in the face.

This fist used all his strength, the skin on the joints was scratched, and even his arms were numb from the shock.

Fu Cizhou's eyes darkened, and the smell of blood immediately filled his mouth.

He held onto the wall to keep himself standing.

"I told you, you almost killed him." Lin Wei walked to the sofa, bent down to pick up his mobile phone from the coffee table, "Do you know how Zhu Yu and I met?"

With a "click", Lin Wei lit a cigarette.

"By the lake at our school, he jumped off."

When Lin Wei left, the finale skit was playing on TV, and the actors' funny accents and movements made the audience roar with laughter.

There was a gap left after the door was opened, and Zhu Qin brought Zhu Yu in after a while.

"Old Liu's family asked me to play mahjong," Zhu Qin said awkwardly, "I won't be coming back."

The old doctor had been honest all his life, and he probably didn't tell a few lies. He touched his nose, turned and left, and closed the door.

Zhu Yu stood in the entrance, seeming a little cramped.

There was a smell of smoke in the room, and he frowned slightly.

Fu Cizhou walked over slowly and stopped in front of the dark hall.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zhu Yu as if he was stirring the heavy darkness.

"Come here." Fu Cizhou dropped these two words.

Zhu Yu's fingertips trembled, and he subconsciously walked over.

Fu Cizhou never spoke to him in this tone, it felt angry, and it was a slightly commanding tone.

Zhu Yu was a little scared, but obedient.

He moved over little by little, and finally stopped in front of Fu Cizhou, with his head down, like a child who has done something wrong, a little at a loss.

Fu Cizhou looked at him, his gaze was like a sharp knife, cutting his body painfully.

Zhu Yu seemed to have returned to the beginning, when he was still five or six years old, and he was always in fear every day, for fear that he would do something wrong that he didn't know about.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Cizhou raised his arms slightly and opened them a little, "Want to hug me?"

He deliberately stabilized his voice, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear any emotion.

Zhu Yu's eyelashes fluttered for a moment, but the moment she raised her eyes, she quickly lowered them again.

Fu Cizhou did not urge, and stood still.

After waiting for about half a minute, Zhu Yu carefully raised his arms and wrapped them around Fu Cizhou's waist.

"I don't even know what to do with you," Fu Cizhou hugged Zhu Yu, not daring to use too much strength, "Are you still afraid of me?"

Zhu Yu put his face on Fu Cizhou's shoulder and sniffed vaguely.

"I like you so much, you are still afraid of me, you really have no conscience," Fu Cizhou put his face on Zhu Yu's hair, "Little white-eyed wolf, don't be afraid, okay?"

Zhu Yu tightened his arms and nodded slightly.

"Do you remember the note I gave you the first time we set off the river lantern?" Fu Cizhou asked, "What's written on it?"

Of course Zhu Yu remembered that Fu Cizhou lost his nerve in the middle of the winter and ran for half an hour just to buy him a broken note.

The four characters on the note were crooked, and there was also a stick figure of a small fish.

Zhu Yu reluctantly opened his mouth, crying: "Keep open...Xinxin..."

At that time, the boy's concern was clumsy and direct, and he wrote the words on paper and sent them to him.

Perhaps earlier, in the midsummer evening, Fu Cizhou yelled at the horizontal bar, simply wanting to make himself happier.

"Will you be happy hugging me?" Fu Cizhou hugged Zhu Yu a little tighter, "If you are happy, hug me. Isn't this a simple thing?"

"Aren't you happy to have trouble with Wang Ying, Yuan Yixia and the others? Aren't you angry when your two bastard parents showed up? When I confessed to you, that night, at that street corner, weren't you happy?"

"If those emotions are true, then what did you do? Pretend to be good? Can't you be good? You can't be cheerful, gentle, enthusiastic and positive?"

"I'm not a fool. I won't do anything to you because of some superficial things. Some things are deep in the bones and can be seen at a glance."

"You are a particularly outstanding person. No matter what kind of environment you are placed in, you will be excellent, and I will like it."

"You have to believe in yourself and in me. I know it will take a long time to accept, but I can take it slowly with you."

Fu Cizhou rubbed Zhu Yu's hair, and separated from the person in his arms: "How about it?"

Zhu Yu's face was wet, and he nodded heavily.

He clutched Fu Cizhou's clothes, and quickly went up to him and buried his face in his arms.

I want to cry, but I don't dare.

Zhu Yu thought that when Xu Ping came to her, he didn't seem to think about whether he should cry or not.

It's just that I wanted to cry at that time, and Fu Cizhou was by my side, so I cried.

He used to be able to cry unscrupulously in Fu Cizhou's arms, but why does he think so much now?

If those emotions are true...

Those emotions are inherently real.

"I..." Zhu Yu's voice was muffled, and he choked up after only one word.

Fu Cizhou rubbed his hair and patted his back: "Cry if you want, I'm here."

Fu Cizhou is here, so he can cry.

Zhu Yu pressed his forehead against his chest and let the tears flow from his eyes.

He has not shed tears for a long time.

Negative emotions are well hidden and piled up in the dark heart.

It's just that the burden on my heart is getting heavier and heavier, and it's almost too heavy for Zhu Yu to go on.

Fortunately, Fu Cizhou came back to him, just like when he broke into Zhu Yu's world involuntarily, turning all those annoying emotions upside down.

The heart wall was kicked by him, and tears flowed out "crash clatter".

It was a mess, but the whole person relaxed.

Fu Cizhou coaxed and pampered him, then carried him back to the room and wiped away his tears.

It was almost zero o'clock, and the host on the TV began to count down and said New Year's greetings.

Fu Cizhou was sitting by the bed, holding Zhu Yu's porcelain white face: "Little crying bag, your eyes are red."

Zhu Yu raised his hand and rubbed vigorously.

"The more you knead, the redder it becomes." Fu Cizhou held his wrist, "Doesn't it hurt?"

The curled eyelashes are glued together, pitch black, fluttering up and down with the rapid blinking frequency.

Fu Cizhou couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him on the eyes.

"I called you Zhu Xiaoyu because you don't like to hear the name 'Zhu Yu'. In essence, I want to make you happy. I like to see you smile because you will be happy when you laugh. The same is true for the rest."

Fu Cizhou straightened Zhu Yu's broken hair, and ran his fingers across his temples and ears.

"It's not because of what kind of you I like, but because of what makes you happy. I wish you little fish, don't put the cart before the horse."

He called back the previous address.

Zhu Xiaoyu is always happy Zhu Xiaoyu, there is no specific definition.

It's not that you can become Zhu Xiaoyu by obeying Fu Cizhou's preferences, but that you can become Zhu Xiaoyu as long as you are happy.

Fu Cizhou always likes Zhu Xiaoyu.

Fireworks exploded outside the window, and festive music sounded from the TV in the living room.

Zhu Yu was slightly dazed, turning his face to look at the splendor outside the window.

"Here is something nice for you," Fu Cizhou took out a red envelope from his pocket, "I wish Xiaoyu a happy new year."

The moment Zhu Yu saw the red envelope, he lowered his gaze, and curled up his fingers uncomfortably on his lap.

He remembered the red envelope given by his grandma seven years ago, which was scattered all over the place by himself, and fell at Fu Cizhou's feet without picking it up.

"Give it to grandma," Fu Cizhou took Zhu Yu's hand, smoothed his fingers, and put the red envelope into his palm, "My grandma is so funny that she pretended to be dementia to match us up. My aunt told her this afternoon. I slipped my tongue and lost my temper in the hospital, and it was her old man who insisted on asking me to give red envelopes at night, so..."

So I overheard the conversation between Zhu Yu and Lin Wei outside the door, and by the way, heard a heart-wrenching confession.

"My parents agreed, and my uncle didn't object at first." Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's hand and held the red envelope tightly, "Don't go looking for other messes, I'll be by your side from now on , so that you can see me all the time, okay?"

The red envelope was as thick as ever, just like the one given to him by his grandma after chasing it out seven years ago.

The days are getting better and better, and no one will wrong him anymore.

Because I suffered too much grievance, if I survived, I survived.

"Fu Cizhou," Zhu Yu shook his fingertips and grabbed Fu Cizhou's sleeve, "I think..."

I want to kiss.

I want to touch.

He only spoke half of what he said, but Fu Cizhou read the content in his eyes.

Can't wait for Zhu Yu to lean over, Fu Cizhou put his palm on his back, bowed his head and kissed him.

This is a very gentle kiss, which stopped at the lips and teeth, and did not dare to go too deep.

Zhu Yu was a little stiff, and his teeth chattered with nervousness.

"Not afraid." Fu Cizhou moved his palm up and pinched the back of his neck.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing.

"Boom-boom-"

His heartbeat was fast and loud, and it hit his chest, painfully.

Fu Cizhou's other hand was on Zhu Yu's left chest, slightly separated from him.

The lips were slightly powdered, as if adding a touch of warm color to the gray and white, and looked somewhat popular.

Zhu Yu lowered his eyes, his eyes rolled around, but he didn't look at Fu Cizhou.

It's okay not to look at it, Fu Cizhou thought, he was punched by Lin Wei, and his face was probably still bright.

After a little touch, he was not satisfied, and soon after Zhu Yu was relieved, he kissed her again.

This time no more on the surface.

He pried open his teeth and intruded slowly.

Zhu Yu supported Fu Cizhou's shoulder and was dizzy from being kissed.

I don't know when I was pressed on the bed, Zhu Yu's collar was half open, and someone went in and groped.

His mind was in a daze, and Fu Cizhou was as heavy as a mountain, pressing in front of him, and he couldn't push it away.

"It's too much." Fu Cizhou's voice was hoarse, and he forced himself to withdraw his hand, "On the first day of the new year, be more restrained."