Salted Toffee

It was cloudy all the way in December, and the occasional sun at noon was just a flash in the pan.

In the middle and late ten days of the year, there was a heavy snowfall, covering the whole city with silver and white, and the temperature was pulled to the lowest level.

Zhu Yu walked out of the gate wrapped in a black down jacket, stepped into the snow layer of the courtyard, and the snow fell down, reaching his ankles.

Zhu Qin glanced at Zhu Yu rolled up his trousers, and pointed him to put them down: "Why are you still wearing this, and haven't bought new clothes?"

The style of Zhu Yu's down jacket is a bit old, and there is even a cartoon patch on the seam of the trousers.

The thread on the cuff car was broken a lot, and the white down with a little more movement was leaking out like a goddess scattering flowers.

It's time for another one too.

"Go shopping on weekends." Zhu Yu rubbed his nose and exhaled big clouds of mist while speaking.

Zhu Qin was sweeping the snow with a broom: "Are you with your friends?"

Zhu Yu nodded: "Fu Cizhou."

The young master remembered his grudge for a week, and now he probably has almost calmed down.

Zhu Qin is no stranger to this name, and boys have passed by the door of his clinic in the past.

"Then you treat someone to dinner."

"it is good."

It seems a little too cold this morning.

Probably because the snow had stopped, the sun came out of the sky.

Although the sunlight is so weak that it can be ignored, it does not hinder Zhu Yu's good mood at school today.

The classroom window faces the sun, and as soon as you enter the gate, you can see the orange morning light pouring in. There are fine dust floating in the air, which is beautiful and noisy.

Fu Cizhou was lying in the last row of the classroom, sleeping with a sullen face.

He was wearing a long coat, and a piece of fluff hanging from the side of the hood seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light, which made him look very warm at a glance.

"Yo, master," Zhu Yu stroked the hairy hair, "You're here so early again?"

This is the last week that Fu Cizhou has not stepped on the class bell to arrive at school.

This simply broke Zhu Yu's perception of him.

"Get out," Fu Cizhou pulled Zhu Yu's hand away, "I'm sleepy, don't call me."

Still angry?

Zhu Yu put down his schoolbag and stuffed it into the table hole, only to find that there was an extra delicately wrapped paper bag inside.

"Whose is this?" He put the things on the seat and asked from left to right.

"MerryChristmas," Xu Chen read the English words on the paper bag diagonally, "is this a Christmas present?"

Fu Cizhou took out the precious few seconds of the young master's sleep, and looked up at Zhu Yu's desktop.

"Tsk," the corner of his mouth was almost on the ground, "how about showing off?"

"What?" Wang Ying took the paper bag over excitedly when he heard the gossip, and looked at it, "Who gave it to you? Is it signed?"

"Hey..." Zhu Yu was afraid that Wang Ying would see something, so he quickly snatched the bag back, "Don't move around."

"What good stuff?" The team leader who collected the homework also moved his head curiously, "Show me!"

"It's nothing," Zhu Yu stuffed the paper bag back into the table hole, "What homework is it today? Come to collect it so early?"

The topic was naturally shifted, Fu Cizhou turned his face to the book, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to Zhu Yu's table hole.

Chinese early self-study is basically memorization, either together or by myself.

Memorizing together is nothing more than memorizing ancient poems after class. If you memorize by yourself, you can just talk, make up homework, take errands and do everything.

The classroom was buzzing like a house full of mosquitoes.

After the team leader left, Zhu Yu took out the paper bag and looked at it. There was only a post-it note on it, with the words "safe and happy" written on it.

"I came to the classroom this morning to see Chu Yao."

Fu Cizhou opened his mouth and yawned, and leaned back in his chair like an old man, holding the textbook with one hand, letting the spine of the book rest against the edge of the table.

Zhu Yu frowned: "Chu Yao?"

"At [-]:[-] this morning, like a thief, she ran away when I came."

Zhu Yu missed the point and asked in surprise, "You came at ten past six?"

When this matter was mentioned, Fu Cizhou had a headache: "Recently, the old man is at home and catches me running in the morning every day."

Zhu Yu recalled it, and it seemed that Fu Cizhou hadn't been too late lately.

"What plan?" Fu Cizhou lifted his chin, pointed to the paper bag in Zhu Yu's hand, "Keep it?"

"What?" Zhu Yu stuffed the paper bag back into the table hole, "Are you sure she sent it?"

"It's none of my business," Fu Cizhou said in a bad tone, "I'm not sure."

Zhu Yu said "Oh": "Master, can you go shopping with me this weekend?"

Fu Cizhou tilted his head and stared at him with dead fish eyes: "No."

Zhu Yu put a smile on his face: "Please eat."

Fu Cizhou slowly raised his fist: "What is this?"

Zhu Yu opened his five fingers, wrapped Fu Cizhou's fist, and said affectionately: "It's love, it's righteousness, it's brothers!"

"It's resentment, it's hatred, the fist that is about to hit your face," Fu Cizhou shook off Zhu Yu's hand, and pushed him in the face, "I'm too lazy to look at you recently."

Zhu Yu sighed: "Have you not calmed down yet?"

Fu Cizhou didn't know what was going on with him, and the more Zhu Yu apologized to him, the angrier he became.

It's like a scumbag with superb skills, who is good at coaxing others, admitting his mistakes over and over again, only to dare to do it next time.

If you really want to feel sorry, tell him everything directly, no one will be sorry for such a dry confession.

No, I have to continue to be angry.

Early self-study was over, Zhu Yu went out with a paper bag, and came back empty-handed after a while.

"Where did you send it?" Fu Cizhou twisted his body to watch him return to his seat and sit down.

"Lost and found." Zhu Yu gathered the hem of his down jacket, and when he sat on the chair, a piece of fluff flew out from the sleeve.

"What is this?" Fu Cizhou pinched the down in the air, "Are you a bird? Are you still shedding feathers?"

Zhu Yu spread his hands and took the opportunity to sell miserably: "My clothes are about to fall apart. If you don't accompany me to buy them, I really have nothing to wear."

Fu Cizhou flicked the fluff on Zhu Yu's face, and before he could say anything, Xu Lei took a form and stood behind Zhu Yu awkwardly.

"Brother Yu."

Zhu Yu turned around and put his arm on the back of the chair: "Just call me by my name."

"Then Zhu Yu," Xu Lei handed Zhu Yu a watch, "I discussed it with Class Three and Class Five, and we plan to organize the three classes together to hold a bigger party on New Year's Day and Christmas."

I don't know if Zhu Yu, the former class monitor, was so popular last semester that Xu Lei always likes to come and report on whatever he is doing now.

"Ah...?" Zhu Yu Wei looked up, a little confused at first, but soon put on a very educated look, "That's not bad."

"Also, as I told you before, we already have piano, violin, guzheng and erhu," Xu Lei finished the introduction earnestly, and then looked at Zhu Yu cautiously, "Are you really not coming?"

This time Zhu Yu did not directly refuse, he took the form and glanced at it, which listed the venue and process of the party.

Standing behind Zhu Yu, Xu Lei could see the young man's jet-black hair from an overhead angle.

Unlike most boys' thick and short hair, Zhu Yu's hair is a bit long and hangs softly on the pinnae.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in Xu Lei's mind, whether Zhu Yu's limp hair would tickle him when he moved his head like this.

"It's been a long time since I touched it. It's embarrassing to play it wrong." Zhu Yu pursed his lips and said pitifully, "Don't embarrass me."

Xu Lei's persuasion was fruitless and he returned frustrated.

Zhu Yu sat back and handed the form to Fu Cizhou.

"What?" Wang Ying was so curious that he stretched his neck and looked at Fu Cizhou.

"Friendship party," Fu Cizhou threw the form directly to Wang Ying, "Old Chen agrees?"

"Allowed, it's all approved," Zhu Yu tapped the head teacher's signature in the lower right corner, "I can only be crazy for one year."

Wait until the third year of high school next year, the school will even give you free radio exercises, let alone a holiday party.

"Class [-], [-], [-] fellowship? At night? Even in disguise?!"

Wang Ying held the form, his eyes straightened: "JK, Hanfu, pajamas, the class votes democratically, choose one of the three!"

Zhu Yu was taken aback: "What is JK?"

"Wait," Xu Chen pressed Wang Ying's shoulder and reminded, "There is a parenthesis after JK..."

Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes and looked closer at the small print: "Men's skirt...women's trousers...?"