Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu was bought a white down jacket out of nowhere because Master Fu was happy.

But the amount of money involved was relatively large, so he still gave the money to the other party.

Fu Cizhou was reluctant to accept the money, and finally invited Zhu Yu to have a meal instead.

"If you exceed the budget, you can save some first." Fu Cizhou said casually, trying to hide his care for Zhu Yu.

"It's okay..." Zhu Yu was wrapped in new clothes, and his eyes were squinted by the cold wind.

After Wei Xia's death, Zhu Qin gave him the bank card that saved Zhu Yu's New Year's money.

Zhu Yu hasn't touched that card, but that doesn't mean he can't.

If you really run out of money, it’s not impossible to move.

"Prodigal stuff."

Zhu Yu muttered something in a low voice, and didn't know if he was talking about himself or someone else.

Thanks to Fu Cizhou's blessing, Zhu Yu dressed like a snowman and managed to attract his father's attention after returning home.

Zhu Qin held the bowl, looked at it for a long time without saying anything, and finally wandered to his room before going to bed, and handed him a cup of cold medicine.

Zhu Qin: "Feeling better?"

Zhu Yu: "It's okay."

The fever came and went quickly, and the lingering cold after the high fever lasted for more than a week. This was the most painful time.

More than half of the people in the class were sick, and the sound of blowing their noses kept coming and going in the class every day, which made Fu Cizhou's head hurt.

He wanted to bury Zhu Yu with a few words, but when he turned his head and saw the red nose of the other party, those words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

"Don't infect me." Fu Cizhou frowned.

Zhu Yu let out a "huh" and put on a mask that afternoon.

He clearly followed Fu Cizhou's wishes, but the young master seemed to be even more unhappy.

"Can't you get better soon?" Fu Cizhou complained again.

"I think so too..." Zhu Yu felt drowsy holding the water glass, "But it's not going to get better..."

His voice is hoarse, like a tractor has run over him, muddy and muddy with potholes.

Fu Cizhou leaned on his chin and teased him to look over there, Zhu Yu drooped his eyelids and died

Staring at the book, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he hadn't woken up.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Fu Cizhou reached out and pushed Zhu Yu's head.

"Don't push..." Zhu Yu closed his eyes and said listlessly, "Dizziness."

"Are you really the same as Sister Lin?" Fu Cizhou leaned over and asked, "Why..."

He only asked half of the question this time, and stopped himself first.

What's the matter, what's the matter, I haven't asked a fart after asking for so long.

Fu Cizhou thought of the blank photo frame beside Zhu Yu's bed, and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

Who would buy a photo frame alone?What pictures were there originally?

Where did Zhu Yu's abnormal behavior and unclear emotions come from?

I was so angry that I didn't tell him.

Zhu Yu glanced lightly at his deskmate, Fu Cizhou straightened his back, and leaned back on his chair again.

"Master?" Zhu Yu poked Fu Cizhou's arm.

Fu Cizhou put the book upright and ignored him.

Seems to be angry.

"Are you angry?" Zhu Yu leaned on his arm, feeling a little funny.

"You," Fu Cizhou pointed at Zhu Yu, and stuck the book on his face, "It's best not to talk to me."

Recently, Fu Cizhou likes to sulk with Zhu Yusheng, and he can't be coaxed well.

Just like a little girl playing her temper, the essence seems to be to attract people's attention.

Zhu Yu poked him, squeezed him, and deflated the gas bag.

Fu Cizhou himself was angry, and when he was angry, he returned to normal.

It's quite a tacit understanding.

Zhu Yu sometimes feels that the way he gets along with Fu Cizhou is quite special.

Wang Ying said that the two of them were chattering sourly, as if they were flirting with each other.

Zhu Yu thought with his cheeks on his cheeks, even if the two of them were dating, Fu Cizhou was still a young lady, the kind who was more precious and tempered than Chu Yao, with a hard mouth and a soft heart.

He can't deal with girls the most, and always feels that it's his fault to make the other party cry.In contrast, Fu Cizhou is much easier to deal with, at least this person will not cry to him.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yu suddenly remembered the tear she shed inexplicably one morning.

At that time, he didn't know what was going on, his consciousness seemed to be floating outside, and he didn't realize that it was his own until the tears dripped down.

With a fever in his ears, Zhu Yu buried his face in his arms.

Wearing a mask was uncomfortable, so he turned his head to face out the window and pulled the mask up to his chin.

The trees outside the teaching building have lost all their leaves, leaving a bare branch.

The cicadas are no longer there, leaving only the whistling cold wind whimpering in the distance.

At the end of December, it was deep winter.

The Shuangdan party is pressed against the time of Christmas, and it is stuck after the class on Friday afternoon.

During the self-study the night before, Xu Lei came to the classroom with the uniform uniforms made by the class and big bags.

"Damn it," Fu Cizhou almost didn't look at it, "You bought it?"

Wang Ying was even more desperate than him: "Could it really be a short skirt?!"

Zhu Yu chewed on the toffee, happily watching the excitement: "Amazing."

When the voting results came out, the boys in the class exploded collectively, seriously doubting the authenticity of the anonymous voting.

After all, none of their boys chose JK short skirts, and this result was somewhat unacceptable.

However, Xu Lei's response was convincing enough—all the girls in his class chose JK.

As a science class, it stands to reason that most wolves and succulent girls are treasures.

However, the ratio of male to female in Zhu Yu's class is [-] to [-]. If you really want to calculate it strictly, there seem to be a few more girls than boys.

Details determine success or failure, which makes people a little embarrassing.

"I see through it," Wang Ying said angrily, "They just want to see us make a fool of ourselves."

"I bought everything," Zhu Yulan lay down on the table, and began to stir up the mud with a smile, "It's not a waste to wear it~"

"Are you just thinking about it?" Wang Ying asked.

"I don't want to," Zhu Yu said, "but I'm not as repulsive as you."

Fu Cizhou didn't participate in the conversation. He stepped on the crossbar under the table and looked at the listless Zhu Yu.

Ever since he was a sophomore in high school, Zhu Yu was obviously a lot lazy.

He doesn't care about anything, doesn't care about anything, as if the sky is falling, he can smile and wave his hands and say "I'll sleep first".

It's just wearing a short skirt, Zhu Yu is really capable of doing this.

It's just that this person's cold is still not healed, don't turn around and have a fever, and he refuses to go to the hospital.

"You just want to wear it!" Wang Ying raised his voice, temporarily interrupting Fu Cizhou's train of thought.

Zhu Yu didn't argue with Wang Ying, and simply affirmed directly: "Yeah, I want to wear it, I want to wear it."

Fu Cizhou closed his eyes and looked away from Zhu Yu.

He didn't understand what he was thinking about just now.

Students not far away gathered together to flip through their clothes, bursting out into earth-shattering laughter from time to time.

The joy of little kids is sometimes as simple as that.

Xu Chen brought back his own suit, and was staring at the big red bow on the neckline in a daze.

Wang Ying cursed with a smile, but couldn't resist going over to see what color he was.

"Don't you want to wear it? Don't you want to get it?" Fu Cizhou kicked Zhu Yu's bench.

"Not in a hurry," Zhu Yu said with his calm expression, "wait for a while."

He originally thought that it would be easier to take it by himself after others finished taking it, but Wang Ying was too kind and brought back all of Fu Cizhou's sets.

"Ah..." Zhu Yu looked at his clothes, and started laughing while holding the cup, "Pink."

The color of his bow is so girly.

"Damn it..." Fu Cizhou's temples were throbbing, "Can you buy short skirts in size XL?"

"Blue," Zhu Yu patted Fu Cizhou's dress, "We match well."

Fu Cizhou glanced at him: "Do you think I can wear it?"

"Put it on." Zhu Yu patted Fu Cizhou's shoulder again like an idiot, "I want to see it."

"You're thinking too much," Fu Cizhou opened Zhu Yu's hand, "You just think about it."