Salted Toffee

Probably because of experiencing many injustices, Zhu Yu has always been reluctant to be manipulated by others after he became an adult.

He doesn't like to talk, he's a bit withdrawn, he just does things by himself, he has a bunch of messy things on his shoulders, and sometimes he can't bear it and doesn't bother to carry on.

I don't even bother to live on.

He almost couldn't hold on, but fortunately he was dragged back by Lin Weisheng halfway.

Lin Wei is very similar to Fu Cizhou, but a little more shrewd than Fu Cizhou.

It may be that the opponent is mainly attacking the psychological aspect, so the guessing of people's hearts is extremely accurate.

If Fu Cizhou is like a hunting dog, then Lin Wei is a fox.

He skillfully walked into Zhu Yu's world and slowly penetrated into daily life.

Zhu Yu was on guard against him, but couldn't help but follow the other party's guidance and walk forward.

Pretend to forget and move forward, as if completely separated from the past, slowly welcoming a new life.

A brand new Zhu Yu is defined as the original self.

All this is what Lin Wei hopes to see.

Lin Wei believed it, but Zhu Yu did not.

While he trapped himself in one cage after another, he secretly hid the key.

Zhu Yu returned to Yuanzhou and walked the road he had walked before.

He still wanted someone to pull him out, and that person could only be Fu Cizhou.

"Bones hurt my hands," Fu Cizhou adjusted Zhu Yu's collar, and pulled the quilt aside to cover it, "I just wear this one, and I'll catch a cold again in a while."

The tip of Zhu Yu's nose turned red, and he didn't know whether it was from crying or from the cold.

He grabbed Fu Cizhou's sleeve and did not let go. Like a kitten, he buried half of his face in the quilt.

The messy life of the past 20 years has made him wary of anyone.

They are also holding knives, and stabbing someone else will cost half their life at most.But if Fu Cizhou stabbed him, Zhu Yu's heart would be broken to pieces.

Afraid of being deceived, afraid of being hurt.

He was afraid too much, especially Fu Cizhou.

But the person who was going to escape originally, Zhu Yu was willing to send himself to the other party's side.

If Fu Cizhou really wanted to stab him, he would not dodge.

It's like when the other party offered him a heart, but he turned around and ignored it.

Zhu Yu felt ashamed, and only felt that this was the retribution of a poor fruit.

The palm covered the left chest, and there was a broken heart inside the thin chest.

If Fu Cizhou wants, he can give anything.

He can hurt me.

I couldn't be happier.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Cizhou pressed the quilt, and kissed Zhu Yu on the lips again, "Staring at me like this makes my eyes straight."

Fu Cizhou's face was bruised, and the inside of his mouth should be broken. Zhu Yu tasted blood when he kissed just now.

Zhu Yu raised his hand and gently brushed the wound with his fingertips.

Fu Cizhou held his hand, tilted his head and kissed.

"I can't bear to kiss you."

The words that came out were also sticky, and Fu Cizhou felt a toothache when he heard them.

"You can...do anything to me." Zhu Yude's voice was hoarse, with indulgence without bottom line.

Fu Cizhou was about to be laughed at by himself, but when Zhu Yu said this, he forced his laughter back.

The two of them lay on the bed up and down in the middle of the night, and suddenly said such words while looking at each other, it always made people think a little bit.

And Zhu Yu also realized this belatedly, and found that the other party might have interpreted what he didn't express.

"No..." He wanted to fix it, but it seemed too late.

Fu Cizhou pressed against his forehead, and he rubbed his nose: "Anything?"

Zhu Yu's eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly felt that even if he misunderstood, he could reluctantly admit it.

Fu Cizhou could indeed do...anything to him.

Kissing naturally, Fu Cizhou kissed very carefully.

Zhu Yu responded slowly, wrapping his arms around his neck.

The two have only been together for a few months, and the study tasks in the third year of high school are heavy, so they basically haven't had much trouble.

Zhu Yu also remembered that Fu Cizhou foolishly wanted to elope with him. During the two days when they left Nanhuai, they drove by car during the day and were bold and daring at night.

as now.

The quilt bulged, and Fu Cizhou's kiss fell on his chest, and he turned his face and put his ears on it: "Is it okay here?"

"Hmm..." Zhu Yu inserted his fingers into his hair, "Venticular septal defect, if it's not serious, it can be fine if it's long."

"That's good." Fu Cizhou rubbed again distressedly.

"Hey..." Zhu Yu held his wrist awkwardly, "Don't rub it like that."

"Then how?" Fu Cizhou laughed, "You teach me?"

Zhu Yu half-supported his body on his elbows, and straightened his clothes with downcast eyes: "Why didn't you rub yours?"

After speaking, he paused, as if remembering something, he pursed his lips lightly.

"What's wrong?" Fu Cizhou wrapped Zhu Yu up with a quilt.

Zhu Yu looked up at the man sitting in front of him.

He pursed his lips and opened them again, gripped the quilt with his fingers, and shook his head.

"What are you thinking, tell me." Fu Cizhou waited patiently.

He took Zhu Yu's hand and squeezed his fingers.

"If you're sleepy, pinch your fingertips. It's more sleepy." Fu Cizhou carefully pinched each of Zhu Yu's fingers, "Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, go to sleep."

"Fu Cizhou," Zhu Yu curled his fingers and hooked Fu Cizhou's hand, "Do you find it strange that I am like this?"

"Huh?" Fu Cizhou failed to understand Zhu Yu's meaning, "What's so strange?"

Zhu Yu looked around at the quilt, but lowered his eyes again and remained silent.

"I used to have a small mouth, but now I don't talk much," Fu Cizhou sighed, and hugged Zhu Yu into his arms, "Is this strange?"

Zhu Yu raised his hand to clasp the opponent's arm, and let out a soft "hmm".

In fact, he wanted to say a lot. For example, in the situation just now, if it was Zhu Xiaoyu, he should have had trouble with Fu Cizhou long ago.

If Fu Cizhou played hooliganism on him, he must play it back. If you come and go, this is not a disadvantage.

But Zhu Yu just straightened his clothes and said a nonchalant word.

He thought about it carefully, Zhu Xiaoyu's actions in the past were just out of his mind, and his current actions are not out of his mind. The two time periods and the two different ways are all his spontaneous reactions.

Rather than saying that Zhu Xiaoyu was lost, it is better to say that Zhu Xiaoyu has changed.

"I've changed a lot," Zhu Yu said softly, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me..."

"It has indeed changed a lot," Fu Cizhou stroked his hair, "The little fish has grown up and become a big fish."

Zhu Yu wanted to laugh a little: "I'm talking to you seriously."

"I'm also very serious," Fu Cizhou said, "You can change the word, this kind of change is called growth."

"No one will remain the same for so many years. If you really want to count, I have changed too."

"You think I won't get used to it because we've been apart for too long. Just wait a year or two, and basically there won't be such a problem."

Fu Cizhou pulled the person in his arms away a little, held his face and looked around: "Actually, it's still the same, but the hair is shorter and the eyebrows are exposed."

Zhu Yu was rubbed by Fu Cizhou, squeezed his palms in, and squeezed his mouth: "What else do you want to say? Tell me."

Zhu Yu hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to tidy up the living room."

This behavior is actually very inconsistent with Zhu Xiaoyu's personality.

In Zhu Yu's eyes, the 17-year-old boy should have yelled "I'm trapped to death", and then plunged into the bed to sleep.

Zhu Xiaoyu shouldn't pay too much attention to trivial matters like melon seeds and peanuts scattered on the ground.

But after struggling for a long time, he still said it.

The main reason was that Lin Wei was lighting a cigarette in the living room, Zhu Yu was in a panic and had to open the windows in time to ventilate.

"Okay, I'll clean it up."

Fu Cizhou rubbed Zhu Yu's head, like petting a puppy, and closed his eyes.

Naturally, Zhu Yu would not let Fu Cizhou clean up by himself. He put on a fleece pajamas jacket for himself, and followed him out of the bedroom.

"Why did you come out?" Fu Cizhou was squatting on the ground with a fruit plate to pick up peanuts, "Go to sleep first, I'll go back after I finish packing."

"Let's clean up quickly," Zhu Yu gathered the melon seeds on the tea table, "You haven't taken a shower yet."

"I used to be the one who urged you to take a bath," Fu Cizhou chuckled, and pinched a peanut with his fingertips. "Spiced ones, I remember you like them."

With a crisp sound of "cracking", a few peanut kernels slipped into Fu Cizhou's palm.

He dropped his hand to the trash can, rubbed his fingertips together, and there were only fat white peanut kernels left.

"Do you remember that at the New Year's Eve party one year, I grabbed several handfuls of spiced peanuts for you?"

With a smile in Zhu Yu's eyes, he nodded in response.

Fu Cizhou handed peanut kernels to his mouth: "Then it must be that you really like eating peanuts?"

With his fingers almost touching his lower lip, Zhu Yu paused for a moment, and used the other's hand to eat the peanuts into his mouth: "Really."

Fu Cizhou laughed. After picking up the peanuts, he went to sweep the melon seeds with Zhu Yu.

"Isn't it good for us to do this?" Fu Cizhou peeled another peanut, "You can do whatever you want, don't think about what I think, I like you, you have to give me the real you, or you will be Love liar, scumbag, do you understand what I mean?"

What he said seemed a little funny, but Zhu Yu read it a little seriously.

Although he felt that he was a scumbag seven years ago, considering the current situation, he still wants to be good.

As for the real self, it is probably what Fu Cizhou said, the person who can do whatever he wants.

In fact, the reason is quite simple, follow your own preferences, that is yourself.

Zhu Yu thought of what Zhu Qin had warned him when he was a child.

"Never forget who you are and what you want to do at any time."

But at that time, Zhu Yu had nothing to do.

He just wants to have food to eat, clothes to wear, study hard, and make himself more like that "Zhu Yu".

So after Wei Xia left, he lacked a goal for a while, and didn't know what he was going to do next.

But very coincidentally, Fu Cizhou appeared in his next life.

Zhu Yu has one thing he wants to do, and that is to be with Fu Cizhou.

"Back then, when I chose a mentor, I chose Teacher Meng," Zhu Yu watched Fu Cizhou pick up the melon seeds in the carpet, and said softly, "Because he is in Yuanzhou."

Fu Cizhou straightened up, turned to look at Zhu Yu with vague happiness in his eyes: "Because of me?"

Zhu Yu nodded seriously: "Yes."

Compared with Fu Cizhou's courage to break the boat, Zhu Yu seems to have never worked hard.

He is not a child running in the sun, so naturally he cannot give so much brave feedback.

But even so, he was fighting for it bit by bit in his own way.

Even after the other party has given up.

It's also doing what you want to do.

Perhaps Zhu Yu has never given up on being himself.

He just needs to be with Fu Cizhou.

"Alas... finally packed," Fu Cizhou rolled up the carpet and put it aside, "Just send it to be cleaned tomorrow."

"Do you want to take a bath?" Zhu Yu asked tentatively, "Or, go home?"

"I'm the only one in my family," Fu Cizhou walked up to Zhu Yu, "If I'm not with you, I have to go to the hospital."

Zhu Yu lowered his eyes: "Then you can take a bath."

"Okay," Fu Cizhou agreed simply, "You get me a change of clothes."

Zhu Yu turned off the TV and returned to his bedroom in a daze.

He dug out the pajamas from the closet, hesitated for a few seconds between the new underwear and the old underwear, and finally chose the latter.

Like a replay of history, he knocked on the door as if nothing had happened, and stuffed the two people's changes of laundry into the washing machine.

Fu Cizhou quickly took a battle bath, picked up the underwear with his index finger, and twirled in the air: "No new ones?"

Zhu Yu's ears were slightly red: "No."

Fu Cizhou chuckled lightly: "Why don't you look at me?"

Zhu Yu lowered his head and pressed the button of the washing machine: "What's so interesting."

"There are so many good things about me," Fu Cizhou bent over to put on his trousers, "I really don't want to see them?"

The washing machine started to run, and Zhu Yu turned around to see that Fu Cizhou had just put on his pajama pants and was deliberately topless.

He has seen too many anatomical diagrams of the human body, and with just a glance, he can divide the man in front of him into several large pieces. The neck, shoulders, chest cavity, waist and abdomen, whether it is muscle lines or proportions, are perfect.

"Does it look good?" Fu Cizhou put on his pajamas without buttoning them.

Zhu Yu looked back, washed his hands and pushed the door out: "That's it."

Shout out, for fear that others won't see it.

As for shyness, Zhu Yu's handling was quite different from seven years ago.

But Fu Cizhou can see it, and enjoys it.

"What's going on?" Fu Cizhou entered the bedroom, and flicked his trouser waist, "I remember that I used to wear your underwear very tight, why is it still the same now?"

Zhu Yu's throat choked, and he looked towards the bedroom door with a complicated expression.

"Haven't you grown up?" Fu Cizhou kicked off his shoes and went straight to bed, "Come on, let me see."