Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou wiped Zhu Yu's fingertips, and felt that his fingers had a smell throughout the whole class.

Zhu Yu specially borrowed a wet tissue from a girl, and offered it to Fu Cizhou with extremely humble hands to let him go.

"Like a pig, it will eat anything." Fu Cizhou complained while wiping his hands, his brows almost wrinkled like a Mount Everest.

"No, I don't eat onions, ginger, and garlic," Zhu Yu said after a pause, and then continued, "I don't eat coriander either."

Fu Cizhou concentrated on wiping his fingers, and took time to raise his eyelids to look at Zhu Yu.

"You can also eat coriander now." Zhu Yu added.

Fu Cizhou always felt a little bit wrong listening to Zhu Yu's words. You can eat it if you like it, and you don't like it if you don't like it. How could it be "you can eat it" if you didn't eat it before.

"Who won't let you eat it?" Fu Cizhou raised his eyebrows, and spoke slowly, "You can eat coriander."

Zhu Yu blinked, and his eyes stopped on Fu Cizhou's fingers.

As if he didn't hear what the other party said just now, he remained silent and didn't reply.

"Why are you in a daze?" Fu Cizhou threw the wet wipe into the trash can at the back of the classroom, put his finger under his nose and smelled it again.

The wet wipes smell like green tea, but the green tea contains alcohol and a little peppery smell, which makes the smell even worse.

"Fuck..." Fu Cizhou took his hand away in disgust.

And Zhu Yu came back to his senses at this time, and turned on his mobile phone that was placed in the table hole: "There are still a few minutes before get out of class ends, so hold on and order."

Fu Cizhou followed Zhu Yu's gaze and saw a few big white rabbit toffees lying next to the phone.

He hooked his fingers, beckoning Zhu Yu to give him one.

Zhu Yuhui made a mistake and handed him the phone.

Fu Cizhou simply took it, and saw that Zhu Yu's mobile phone wallpaper was a blue sea.

"Where is this?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu: "I don't know, I just found it online."

Fu Cizhou threw the phone back again: "Give me a candy."

Zhu Yu gave Fu Cizhou another candy. Fu Cizhou pinched the two ends of the candy paper and pulled it, and the toffee wrapped in glutinous rice paper fell into his palm.

While the teacher was not paying attention and threw the candy into his mouth, Fu Cizhou bit the candy with his back molars and smoothed the candy wrapper on the table.

In class, as long as it has nothing to do with study, it is fun.

Fu Cizhou folded a paper crane out of sugar paper. The paper crane was crumpled and ugly, and he hated it after folding it.

"Is this the girl?" Zhu Yu tilted his head and asked.

Fu Cizhou threw the paper crane at Zhu Yu's face: "Get lost."

Finally, when get out of class was over, Fu Cizhou was the first to leave the classroom to wash his hands.

The faucet outside the bathroom had a big head, and the water jet was shaking his hands. Fu Cizhou lowered his eyes and washed for a minute.

Take it over and smell it again, the chili smell is gone, but there is a smell of toffee.

He breathed out, the taste in his mouth getting stronger.

Fu Cizhou frowned. He shook the water off his hand and walked out of the bathroom.

It's not that I don't like the smell.

Compared with red oil chili, the toffee smell is much better.

Fu Cizhou just thinks that he is a big man with a milky smell on his body, like a little girl, which is not good.

But when he returned to the classroom and saw Zhu Yu who also smelled of milk, he felt that it was not impossible.

Zhu Yuzheng bowed his waist, closed his eyes and memorized the manuscript.

His chin was almost lowered to the table, and Wang Ying and Xu Chen in the front row were pinching each other for some reason, and the table banged loudly.

Sitting on the stool, Fu Cizhou could smell the spicy sticks in the milk.

He poked Zhu Yu's waist: "Wash your hands."

Zhu Yu slammed his face on the table, then lifted it up in a daze, and looked at Fu Cizhou blankly.

"what?"

Apparently fell asleep.

"Go wash your face and wake up sleepy," Fu Cizhou grabbed Zhu Yu's arm and pulled him away, "Next physics class, I have to review the lecture on circuit strings. I have to listen to this class."

Zhu Yu was led by Fu Cizhou like a kite, and walked to the door of the classroom in a daze.

Fu Cizhou held back halfway and felt that something was wrong. Looking back at Zhu Yu with a listless look, his first reaction was whether this person had hypoglycemia again.

"Damn it, don't get dizzy!"

Fu Cizhou dashed back to Zhu Yu's seat, squatted down and dug in the table hole for a long time, and finally took out two crumpled candy wrappers.

"Master," Zhu Yu supported the back of his chair and rubbed his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Fu Cizhou twisted his body and looked up at Zhu Yu, only then did he realize that he had made a mistake.

"Scared me," he stood up, "I thought you were going to faint again."

Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I ate candy just now."

"Finish?" Fu Cizhou asked again.

Zhu Yu thought for a while: "I only brought three."

There wasn't much sugar, and Fu Cizhou ate one.

In case Zhu Yu gets dizzy again, even Chu Yao is gone this time.

The preparatory bell rang at this time, Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yu and went out: "Go and wash your hands."

The two ran to the toilet while the bell was ringing, turned on the tap, lowered their heads and rubbed their faces frantically.

Zhu Yu patted his face to wake him up, and turned his left side to Fu Cizhou: "Is there a scar on your face?"

Fu Cizhou looked up, and Zhu Yu's face was still dripping with water.

The shattered hair at the temples was sticking to the skin wetly, like ink that had been blurred by water, making his face even more porcelain white.

Fu Cizhou's mind suddenly floated an adjective that his mother used when seeing Zhu Yu-snow white and clean.

At that time, he still felt that it was a ghostly description, it was clearly referring to a little girl.

But now he has to admit from the bottom of his heart that Zhu Yu's face looks... a bit white and clean.

"Is there a scar?" Zhu Yu touched his face and asked in surprise, "It's not so hard to say, is it?"

Fu Cizhou watched his fingers rubbing on it, and couldn't help but pinch his hands: "You don't rely on your face for food, so why worry about it?"

It has been almost a month since Chu Ming caused trouble last time, Zhu Yu is recovering very well, and now there are no signs of it.

Zhu Yu avoided Fu Cizhou, and raised his hand to wipe off the water stains on his face: "I want to rely on my face to make a living, but I am afraid that the business will not go down, and the rest of my life will be miserable."

The two walked to the corridor, and Fu Cizhou was overjoyed: "The business is still down? I can cheer you on then."

Zhu Yu glanced at him: "Do you know what kind of business you are doing?"

Fu Cizhou flicked his finger in the air, and splashed a few drops of water on Yu Yu's face: "I don't know more than you?"

The two of you pushed me and I pushed you, exchanged a look of "you understand", and followed the teacher into the classroom with a suppressed smile.

"Why did you two go?" Xu Chen turned around and asked, "You just entered the classroom smiling like flowers."

"He's going into the sea," Fu Cizhou threw the physics book on the table, "Welcome to join us."

Xu Chen let out a "puchi" laugh, and Wang Ying also turned around: "My brother Yu went to the sea, and three packs of spicy sticks can't be much."

"I'll go to your sister's house," Zhu Yu kicked Wang Ying's bench, "Is the starting price ten bags?"

"It's just ten packs," Fu Cizhou laughed while lying on the table, "I'll give you two boxes, you're afraid you'll be fine/perish."

Zhu Yu scolded "fuck" and went to pinch Fu Cizhou.

The battle in the front and back rows turned into a fight between the deskmates, with their arms moving back and forth under the desk, and it ended with Fu Cizhou grabbing Zhu Yu's wrists.

The two of them were noisy, and the teacher didn't bother to talk about his own class.

"Let go!" Zhu Yu kicked Fu Cizhou's shoe, "I'll take notes on this one!"

Fu Cizhou looked up at the blackboard, it was a circuit diagram.

"Call Dad," he pressed Zhu Yu's leg, smiling badly, "Daddy will let you go."

Zhu Yu gritted his teeth, and just pronounced the word "dad" softly with a "b", when he suddenly raised his hand and hit Fu Cizhou on the face.

"I fought with you!"