Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu's words almost made Fu Cizhou vomit.

He showed a very disgusted expression, and his facial features were almost twisted together.

"Your sister, are you sick?"

Zhu Yu seemed to be ill, and the illness was not serious.

He was absent for half a month, and he disappeared in the final exam of the first year of high school.

Although Zhu Yu is a rambunctious person, he has always been measured. He has always made minor misfortunes and never made big mistakes. Generally, he doesn't make such mistakes that make the teacher's blood pressure go up.

It is very abnormal for him to skip the exam.

So Lao Chen pressed his blood pressure monitor and called Zhu Yu's house immediately.

Zhu Qin also seemed very confused, and told the teacher that Zhu Yu went out early this morning.

A big living person disappeared out of thin air, and everyone went out to find someone.

Fu Cizhou finished four exams in one day, but before seeing them bring Zhu Yu back, seeing the gradually darkening sky, he also vaguely became anxious.

The mobile phone is shutting down, and the books in the table hole are also cleaned up.

Fu Cizhou followed Lao Chen to find Tian Hei, and finally got news of Zhu Yu.

It is said that when he was found, he was sitting alone at the entrance of the amusement park in a daze.

"I just skipped a class, why are you so nervous?" Zhu Yu spread his hands, innocently dying, "All my mobile wallets were stolen, I really don't blame me."

Old Chen was so angry that he almost didn't go up to slap him directly, but Zhu Qin seemed to calm down a lot.

"Go home." He sighed, wrapping his arms around Zhu Yu's shoulders.

The boy's clothes were drenched with sweat, and his hair was sticking to his skin, making him look a bit embarrassed.

He looked at Zhu Qin, as if he suddenly lost all his ghostly thoughts of the past, and lowered his head instead.

"Dad," Zhu Yu's voice was muffled, "I know I was wrong."

"Well," Zhu Qin patted him on the shoulder, "Don't do that next time."

Fu Cizhou felt that Zhu Yu was spoiled by his parents.

If he skipped class or the final exam, his mother could copy the soles of his shoes and beat him from the first floor to the third floor of the house.

But Zhu Qin seemed to turn the matter over so lightly and without punishment.

Two months later, the final exam rankings were announced.

Without Zhu Yu's pressure on the top, Fu Cizhou won the first place.

"Your uncle." Fu Cizhou felt that this was a fucking insult.

Zhu Yu stretched out his arm in front of the bulletin board with the report card, and hooked Fu Cizhou's neck: "Will your mother buy you a plane this time?"

"..."

This person is begging for beatings.

After reading the end-of-term rankings, everyone went back to class to listen to the summer vacation notice.

Lao Chen kept talking about those shitty things over and over again, just to make them stay at home more and read books and less go out to play in the water.

Fu Cizhou's landlubbers can't swim, and they have to be careful when walking in puddles. These words are useless to him. He picked his ears and saw Zhu Yu staring out the window again in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Cizhou tore off a slip of draft paper, rubbed it into a ball and flicked it on the back of his head.

Zhu Yu's hair was a little long, and the hair was fluffy, and the paper ball was wrapped around it.

"What the hell?" He lazily scratched his hair with his hands, "Are you idle?"

"It's quite free." Fu Cizhou said truthfully.

"Find a place to swim when you're free, quietly..." Zhu Yu's voice became softer and softer, and finally he seemed to realize that he shouldn't, so he just closed his mouth halfway through the sentence.

"Are you sick?" Fu Cizhou frowned.

Zhu Yu nodded, took off the ball of paper from his head, and bounced it back on Fu Cizhou's face with a "slap": "Is there any medicine?"

Fu Cizhou closed his eyes after being hit, and reached out to push his head: "You wait, I'll tell Lao Chen to go."

Fu Cizhou talked about it, but didn't tell the teacher, and didn't take it seriously.

The two fought each other in the back row as usual, and Lao Chen finally got down to business after talking about it for more than half an hour.

—— Volunteer Form for the Department of Arts and Sciences.

At the beginning of the first year of high school, they just vaguely filled in their intentions, and they will be completely separated after the beginning of the second year of high school.

So they fill out the form now and still have the last chance to change, but basically no one changes.

After Fu Cizhou wrote down his name, he ticked off Science. He didn't know what to write for the reason for his choice, so he simply filled in "Slightly".

After he finished writing, he handed the form to the front row, stretched his head and went to see Zhu Yu's.

However, unexpectedly, Zhu Yu chose liberal arts.

"You choose the text?" Fu Cizhou's eyeballs almost jumped on the table, "What text did you choose?"

Their class was originally a science pre-selection class, and the teaching of high school subjects was all about physics, chemistry and biology, and Zhu Yu was the number one in their science subjects all year round, with a bright future, why did he suddenly switch to liberal arts?

After Zhu Yu finished ticking the box, he didn't even fill in the reasons behind. He directly grabbed the form and stretched his arms forward, and said calmly, "Change your mood, change your life."

He spoke lightly, with a look of indifference, open-minded and indifferent.

Fu Cizhou felt that if Zhu Yu was given a hoe now, he would be able to plant beans at the bottom of the mountain with Tao Yuanming.

"..."

"This is related to your future, and it's not something to make a decision casually."

Fu Cizhou is rare and serious, and the smile on his face faded a lot when he spoke, "Don't think about it once you say it."

Zhu Yu curled his arms, and lay back on the table like a snail.

He didn't refute, and stared down at the table, as if thinking about something.

"Are you afraid that no one will accompany you when I choose the text?" Zhu Yu asked suddenly.

Fu Cizhou looked at him with disgust: "Get out early."

He said a few more words just because he was surprised, so he didn't want to care about Zhu Yu's mess.

Zhu Yu leaned on his arm, turned his face, looked out the window and whispered, "It's just arts and science."

During the two and a half months of the summer vacation, Fu Cizhou went crazy and finished copying all the homework two or three days before the start of school - not including the [-] diaries that everyone had to write.

On the morning of the first day of school, Fu Cizhou came to the classroom early, scratching his head and watering his No.13.

"Today is sunny and sunny..."

Zhu Yu's voice came from above his head, and Fu Cizhou directly folded his arms to cover his diary.

"roll!"

At the age of 17, I always feel that my diary is something to be ashamed of.

"It's well written, with vivid images," Zhu Yu pulled away the bench beside Fu Cizhou, and sat down slowly, "In the golden autumn and September, I can feel the uneasiness of being restless in the hot summer."

Fu Cizhou didn't listen to Zhu Yu's yin and yang for two months during the summer vacation. He was so angry that he had just met for a while, and he clenched his fist after hearing a few words.

"You are not restless, you are itchy," Fu Cizhou said.

"Wrong," Zhu Yu spread his hands, "I really appreciate you."

"Then write a diary for me." Fu Cizhou threw a notebook to Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu was not very willing: "My handwriting is so beautiful, the teacher can tell it at a glance."

"You write more sloppy." Fu Cizhou said.

"You two homework?" Zhu Yu asked again.

Fu Cizhou was a little impatient: "I said I couldn't find it at first, so I took a new one, and finally found it again."

"Wow," Zhu Yu gave him a thumbs up, "he's so good at deceiving people."

Fu Cizhou dropped his pen: "Can you write or not!?"

Zhu Yu took a pen: "Then I can write casually?"

Fu Cizhou took the pen back again, without raising his head, he said, "Write whatever you want."

Zhu Yu opened a brand-new homework book and said thoughtfully: "Then I will... free play."

The two in the back row of the classroom worked hard to write, divided labor and cooperated, and pressed the timeline to finish the remaining seven papers just before handing in the homework.

Among them, Zhu Yu wrote three articles and Fu Cizhou wrote four articles.

"Not bad," Fu Cizhou flipped through the composition book that Zhu Yu helped him write, "it's all filled up, what did you write?"

Zhu Yu touched his chin and thought for a while: "Go to the countryside to play with flowers, plants, pigs, cattle, fish and sheep."

"Did you go to the countryside during the summer vacation?" Fu Cizhou said pleasantly, "My hometown is also in the countryside. When I go, a group of little kids call me Big Brother."

"You're really full of energy," Zhu Yu tilted his head and flipped through the newly distributed books, "I'll go shopping alone."

"What are you shopping for?"

"Strolling around... the pigsty."

-

There are so many things to do at the beginning of the new semester. As the class monitor, Zhu Yu should have been in the office and classroom at two points and one line, but today he is like a piece of trash, with his head tilted on the table, and he can't even tear it off.

"Squad leader," Fu Cizhou poked him with the spine of the book, "You and we are so free today, don't you need to help Lao Chen?"

Zhu Yu straightened up, pressed his eyes hard with his palms, and said while stretching: "My shoulders are thin, and I can't bear the burden of serving my classmates."

"What about the squad leader?" Fu Cizhou used this status to pressure him, "lead by example."

"Don't be the squad leader," Zhu Yu waved his hand, "Let him be replaced today."

Sure enough, Lao Chen re-elected the class monitor in the first class of the new semester.

The newly appointed squad leader is surnamed Xu Minglei, and he is a chubby-looking chubby.

He deliberately came to talk to Zhu Yu after class, and Zhu Yu listened to three sentences and replied.

Xu Lei's voice was very thin, probably not yet in the period of voice change, the voice was like a lullaby, it made Zhu Yu want to doze off.

"Did you catch ghosts in the middle of the night last night?" Fu Cizhou pushed his head, "Sleeping here during the day."

"I don't catch ghosts and catch me," Zhu Yu pressed Fu Cizhou's wrist, "Don't touch me, I've been dizzy recently."

"Still pampering you?" Fu Cizhou scratched Zhu Yu's hair, "Go away."

Zhu Yu tilted his head, and lay back on the table with a sad face: "What I said is true. Recently, I have been unable to sleep all night. Look at the dark circles under my eyes. They are all caused by scaring at night."

Fu Cizhou really leaned over to look at Zhu Yu's eyes, and he couldn't see any dark circles at all.

The boy's skin was snow-white, a little crimson from the high temperature in late summer.

For a moment, he felt that Zhu Yu was showing off his good skin.

"I shouldn't believe your nonsense." Fu Cizhou sat back.

"If you don't believe me, you're still asking..." Zhu Yu dragged his voice, and said in a weak voice.

When the class bell rang, Xu Lei, the new monitor, came out to maintain discipline.

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou poking his phone with his head down, as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you want to remember my new phone number?"

Fu Cizhou glanced at him: "Whatever."

The two briefly exchanged numbers in a friendly manner.

"I thought you went to liberal arts." Fu Cizhou said.

Zhu Yu rolled his eyes: "Isn't this missing you?"

Fu Cizhou twitched his lips, wrote "something is forcing" on the note, and then pressed save.

He raised his eyes, his eyes fell on Zhu Yu's cell phone, and he vaguely saw that his note was "Young Master".

Fu Cizhou stretched his long legs under the table, and he was still a young master.