Salted Toffee

"Mom bought you a badminton racket today. You like playing badminton the most. Do you remember?"

Wei Xia disassembled a pair of badminton rackets in the yard, and handed them to Zhu Yu, who was only waist-high beside her.

Zhu Yu cleverly took the racket, looked at the woman and nodded: "I remember."

He was a little too thin, wearing an oversized T-shirt on his small body, and the bottom of the clothes dragged to the bend of his knees and legs.

The neckline was also wide open, revealing the thin throat and bony collarbone, which was pulled all the way to the left shoulder, and Zhu Yu raised his hand and pulled it back.

Wei Xia smiled even more happily, and squatted down to brush his hair: "I played ball with your dad every day, and I couldn't stop them all afternoon. It's so capricious."

Then she turned around with a smile and shouted into the room: "Old Zhu, your son is looking for you to play ball!"

It was time for dinner. Zhu Qin came out of the kitchen and glanced at Zhu Yu who was holding a racket in both hands.

Zhu Yu seemed a little cautious, holding the racket tightly with ten fingers, staring at Zhu Qin with a pair of dark eyes, as if he was about to start playing at any time.

"It's past six o'clock, it's time to eat," Zhu Qin raised his hand and patted Zhu Yu's head, and took the racket from his hand, "Let's play tomorrow."

"Your son is not up to you." Wei Xia smiled and thumped Zhu Qin's shoulder, but when she turned around, she saw that the racket was in her husband's hand.

In just a moment, Wei Xia's bright smile froze on her face.

The transformation is in the blink of an eye, because the change is so fast that it is a bit suffocating and terrible.

"Aren't you going to fight!?" Wei Xia suddenly turned her head and questioned Zhu Yu with her eyes wide open.

Zhu Yu was taken aback, and hurriedly tiptoed to snatch the badminton racket from Zhu Qin's hand: "I hit it, I did it."

"Don't you want to play?" Wei Xia suddenly grabbed Zhu Yu's shoulder and shook vigorously, her voice also became louder, "Don't you like playing? You used to pester Dad to play even if you didn't eat!"

"Xiaoxia!" Zhu Qin took Weixia's hand and dragged her into the room, "Calm down!"

"Go and play with Xiao Yu!" Wei Xia grabbed Zhu Qin's clothes and pleaded like crazy, "He will be angry, he will be angry."

"I can play, you go to sleep for a while, I will play with Xiao Yu..."

Zhu Qin glanced at Zhu Yu at the door, frowned and shook his head at him.

Then he dragged Wei Xia into the room, the man's voice was hidden in the room, gradually becoming inaudible.

Zhu Yu was still standing there, holding the racket tightly with both hands, not even daring to breathe.

"Ah-ah-!"

Wei Xia's scream was mixed with the sound of smashing things, like a whip with a barbed barb, it slammed on Zhu Yu's body like a cramp.

Did he do it wrong again?

He is clearly so obedient.

After a while, Wei Xia seemed tired of yelling, and slowly calmed down.

Zhu Qin walked out of the room, squatted in front of Zhu Yu, and held his trembling hand.

"Don't be afraid, let's eat in the house first."

Zhu Yu shook his head and said softly, "Father, let's play badminton."

The six-year-old boy was still too early to change his voice, he spoke like a kitten, and his eyes were wet and pitiful.

Zhu Qin's heart softened, and he opened Zhu Yu's fingers and took the racket over: "Stop playing, and have dinner with Dad."

The chairs by the dining table were pulled to the living room, and a pair of chopsticks were also swept under the table.

Zhu Qin packed everything up, sat at the table and handed Zhu Yu a bowl of rice.

Big steaming white rice.

Zhu Yu picked up the chopsticks timidly, lowered his head and took a bite into his mouth.

"Little Yu."

"My little Yu."

He heard Wei Xia crying softly in the room.

Zhu Qin sighed, then glanced at him.

"Let's eat."

Zhu Yu didn't remember what we had for dinner that night, nor did he remember what happened to Wei Xia afterwards.

He only remembered that the corridor was very deep and far away, Zhu Qin's hands were cold, and he didn't slow down when he was pulling him forward, he had to trot quickly to let himself keep up.

But the white rice is delicious, and when you are full, you don't feel cold anymore.

"Dad, I like playing badminton." Zhu Yu whispered.

Zhu Qin sighed heavily, did not speak, and continued to eat his meal.

Silence began to spread. In the small house, there were sad men and weeping women.

Zhu Yu held his chopsticks, like an intruder who strayed into a forbidden place by mistake.

Out of place, and fearful and humble.

The dream was reversed and changed rapidly.

In the yard, Wei Xia called him "Xiao Yu".

He put down the book in his hand and called "Mom" in a panic.

Sometimes Wei Xia would smile at him and praise him for his excellent homework.

Sometimes Wei Xia would yell, and she would turn into a lunatic, crying and chanting Zhu Yu's name.

Like in a lottery, the odds are uncertain.

In this way, one year, two years, three years passed.

When Wei Xia called him "Zhu Yu" again, he let out a long "Ang?", and lazily continued to reply: "What are you doing..."

This is the correct response.

It belongs to Zhu Yu, the way of response.

"I wish you—!"

"I wish - Yu -!"

The sudden roar was like a powerful hand, Fu Cizhou's voice strangled Zhu Yu's neck, pulling him out of the repeatedly entangled dream.

"Whoa, whoa-"

Zhu Yu seemed to hear the sound of the thoughts entangled in him being pulled away, like dead branches and broken leaves entangled by vines, even if they were pulled vigorously, they were still restrained.

Can't escape, can't go away, if you try harder, he will break.

"bang bang bang-"

The gate outside the courtyard was slammed into a "bang bang" sound, which faintly shook the house and the wall together.

Zhu Yu repeated several times of opening and closing his eyes. It took him a long time to recover and found that it was already nine o'clock.

It's over, he made an appointment with Fu Cizhou to meet at the station at eight o'clock today, and now he is afraid that he will be beaten to death by the other party.

Getting up from the bed with difficulty, Zhu Yu casually wrapped up some clothes and went to open the door for Fu Cizhou.

My head was a little dizzy, so I had to walk while leaning on the wall.

Zhu Yu didn't even brush his teeth, and stuffed a big white rabbit toffee into his mouth first.

"Here we come..." Zhu Yu's voice was hoarse, and his words startled him.

The sun came out today, so it wasn't too cold, but the wind was strong, and Zhu Yu squinted his eyes when he opened the door.

He took off his slippers and went to open the courtyard door.

Hearing his voice, Fu Cizhou cursed directly outside the door: "Your uncle's Zhu Yu! You fucking check what time it is! You don't answer the phone calls! You don't reply to the text messages! Are you dead? ! You are dead!??”

Hearing this tone, the young master seemed to be about to explode.

Zhu Yu bit the bullet and opened the door.

He waited for the young master's anger to overwhelm him, but when Fu Cizhou saw him, he stopped in a daze.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Fu Cizhou lowered his head and looked at Zhu Yu's bloodshot eyes, "Zhu Yu? Are you okay?"

The familiar name passed through his ears again, as if it had penetrated into the cerebral cortex, hitting his brain with a "bang bang bang".

Zhu Yu had a severe headache and closed his eyes again.

There was a sudden icy cold on his forehead, Fu Cizhou clasped his shoulders: "Why is it so hot?"

"Huh?" Zhu Yu exhaled, feeling that Fu Cizhou's hands were cold, and they were unexpectedly comfortable on the skin.

"Have a fever?" Fu Ci's temper subsided a lot in an instant, "No wonder."

Zhu Yu is not someone who releases pigeons for no reason. Although Fu Cizhou is angry, he is more worried.

Subconsciously, he felt that something was wrong with Zhu Yu, so he didn't pay attention to any troubles.

Sure enough, he was sick.

"Your face is so red, like drinking alcohol." Fu Cizhou frowned into a "Chuan" character, and pulled Zhu Yu's neckline so that his clothes covered his face tightly, "I have to go Hospital."

Zhu Yu is top-heavy and feels a little fluttering.

But I have to admit that it feels good to be cared about.

"I can't walk, just take some medicine." He chewed the candy, but he didn't really want to go to the hospital.

However, in the next second, Fu Cizhou turned around and squatted down: "Come up."

Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes: "Are you going to carry me?"

Fu Cizhou patted Zhu Yu's leg: "So much nonsense."

The teenager has a broad back and extended shoulders.

The fluffy hair hanging from the brim of the coat swayed in the cold wind, which was very attractive.

Zhu Yu's palm was pressed on it unconsciously, and then Fu Cizhou supported his hips and carried it on his back.

"No one has ever carried me on my back." Zhu Yu buried his face in Fu Cizhou's big furry hood and rubbed against it.

"I'm not human?" Fu Cizhou closed the door of the room behind Zhu Yu's back.

Zhu Yu wanted to laugh, but the laughter turned into a cough after passing through his swollen throat.

It was windy outside, and Fu Cizhou was afraid that he would catch cold, so he wrapped Zhu Yu's torn down jacket tightly.

However, what I didn't expect was that Zhu Yu's down jacket exploded into a white cloud in the air with the sound of "stab" the cloth was torn.

"My..." Zhu Yu covered the back of his head with duck down, and even stuck a piece of duck down on his lips, "Clothes..."

Fu Cizhou looked at the swirling cotton wool, and he was stunned for a moment: "I'll go? Awesome."

The sun in the morning was not bad, the eiderdown was blown by the wind, and it was printed with warm light, as if it had snowed.

Zhu Yu blinked, Fu Cizhou raised his hand to remove the fluff on his eyelashes: "Why are you acting like a fool?"

Not very used to being touched by others, Zhu Yu ducked back and laughed too.

His red face, red eyes, smile is indeed a bit silly.

"Have you brought the keys? Go into the house and change clothes." Fu Cizhou took off the down jacket that Zhu Yuhang was wearing.

Zhu Yu shook his head: "No."

"Alas..." Fu Cizhou sighed, quickly took off his overcoat, and covered Zhu Yu with his head.

The white furry hat was stuck on Zhu Yu's head.

He raised his hand and dialed, and looked at Fu Cizhou's face in a pile of white hair: "Aren't you cold?"

"I don't have a fever." Fu Cizhou picked up Zhu Yu again, "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold," Zhu Yu wrapped his arms around Fu Cizhou's neck, and put his face on his neck, "But young master, I don't want to go to the hospital, okay?"