Salted Toffee

Unable to wait for a response to the question, Fu Cizhou stepped on the sheet and stepped across the bed, and saw Zhu Yu kneeling on the ground bowed and curled up into a ball, holding his left chest with both hands and panting heavily.

"Fuck! Are you alright?!" Fu Cizhou supported Zhu Yu's shoulders, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and his hands were covered with cold sweat.

Zhu Yu's fingers curled up, turning into grasping, as if someone had strangled his throat, and even though he struggled hard, he couldn't breathe.

He held on to his clothes tightly and squeezed out a vague word in short panting breaths.

Fu Cizhou didn't hear clearly, and didn't have time to ask.

He couldn't wait for the ambulance, so he immediately picked up Zhu Yu and ran downstairs quickly.

There was a taxi at the gate of the community, and the guests just got off. Fu Cizhou couldn't help opening the door, and without knowing the name of the place, he yelled, "Go to the hospital!"

The driver is not an idiot, and it is obvious that something has happened in this situation.

He didn't dare to hesitate about the matter of human life, and he drove away immediately without even discussing the price.

In the back seat of the car, Fu Cizhou took off his clothes and wrapped Zhu Yu who was curled up together.

The other party seemed to be in severe pain, his hands and feet were bent into a ball, and he squeezed desperately to relieve the pain.

Fu Cizhou wiped away the wetness from Zhu Yu's eyes with his thumb, clasped his shoulders and hugged him into his arms.

He could feel the other party's unstoppable trembling, the blood on Zhu Yu's face faded, and the cold sweat soaked the broken hair on his temples, just sticking to the skin.

"Hang on for a while," Fu Cizhou tightened his grip on Zhu Yu's shoulder, "I'm going to the hospital."

"What's going on?" The driver looked at Zhu Yu from the rearview mirror, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." Fu Cizhou pinched Zhu Yu's chin and found that he had bitten his lip. "He seems to be in pain."

"Is it a heart attack?" The driver said again, "My wife also has a heart attack, and she covers her heart when it hurts."

"Heart..." Fu Cizhou opened the down jacket and saw Zhu Yu grabbing the sweater on the left chest, as if he understood, "Heart, heart disease?"

Zhu Yu's eyelids drooped, as if he had exhausted all his strength to open them a little.

He looked at Fu Cizhou and held his finger.

"Fu..."

The lips parted, and the bright red blood stains remained on the lips.

Fu Cizhou's heart trembled, and instead he took Zhu Yu's hand and held it tightly.

"No..." Zhu Yu wanted to shake off Fu Cizhou's hand, but his strength was too weak, and he looked like he was parting from life and death.

"What?" Fu Cizhou put his ear to Zhu Yu's lips, listening to him stutter and say a few more words.

"It's nothing." Zhu Yu said weakly.

"It's okay, it's okay," Fu Cizhou almost jumped on the roof of the car, "It's all fucking like this and you still tell me it's okay."

"Here we are," the driver turned around and urged, "You should send it to the emergency room."

Fu Cizhou quickly picked up Zhu Yu and got out of the car. After walking a few steps, he realized that he hadn't paid, but when he turned around, he found that the taxi had already left.

"1968." The person in his arms suddenly reported a series of numbers, and Fu Cizhou froze in place, looking down at Zhu Yu.

"The license plate number," Zhu Yu grabbed Fu Cizhou's clothes with his fingers, panting lightly, "Don't worry, I'm really fine."

Fu Cizhou stood there as if he was stupid. He didn't put Zhu Yu down, and he didn't ask if the pain was gone.

He just stood there for more than a dozen seconds, then continued his actions as if he didn't hear him, and walked to the emergency building closest to the hospital gate.

"Fu Cizhou," Zhu Yu called him again, "I'm really fine, you put me down."

"What's going on?" Fu Cizhou walked into the building and suddenly yelled, "Are you kidding me?!"

"I didn't," Zhu Yu said with a weak breathlessness, "Don't worry, put me down first..."

It was probably because Fu Cizhou's rushing in was a bit loud, and the nurse standing aside came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"He, he..." Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu, took a sudden breath, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhu Yu struggled a bit: "Let me down."

Fu Cizhou didn't insist anymore, and finally let Zhu Yu go.

"I suddenly had some chest pains that probably scared my friend..."

"It's okay, it's alright."

"No need to check, it's an old problem, it's okay."

There were seats in the hall, Fu Cizhou pressed his twitching temples, and after making sure that Zhu Yuzhen was fine, he sat back and sat on it.

Zhu Yu was still talking to the nurse. The black down jacket on his body fell off half of his shoulders, and Zhu Yu gently pulled it back, and then pulled it back.

Zhu Yu, who was in pain until his face turned pale just now, seemed to be a hallucination, and the Zhu Yu who was kneeling on the ground and breathing deeply seemed to not exist at all.

A few minutes later, Zhu Yu and the nurse explained clearly and walked up to Fu Cizhou.

Fu Cizhou put his elbows on his knees, bowed his waist and buried his face in his palms.

He rubbed his face vigorously, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Zhu Yu was still barefoot.

"Master," Zhu Yu squatted in front of Fu Cizhou, "Are you alright?"

Fu Cizhou breathed out, lowered his arms and took off the cotton mop he was stepping on, and put it at Zhu Yu's feet: "Should I call you Master? Master Zhu."

He walked in such a hurry that he didn't have time to change his shoes.

Zhu Yu was carried directly from the bed, and he just stepped on a pair of ragged cotton mops.

Zhu Yu pursed his lips and didn't wear shoes: "Are you angry?"

"Put on your shoes." Fu Cizhou straightened up, leaned back on the back of the seat and closed his eyes.

Zhu Yu drooped his head, like a child who has made a mistake, and obediently put on his shoes.

"Explain?" Fu Cizhou straightened his head and looked at Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu frowned, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his face: "I'm not in good health."

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Hypoglycemia? Or heatstroke?" Fu Cizhou stretched his legs, with a tone of questioning the prisoner.

He remembered that Zhu Yu was like this back then, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

When I was scared to death and sent him to the school hospital, the person miraculously recovered.

You can't play monkey twice in a row.

"Don't say yes," Fu Cizhou stood up, took Zhu Yu's hand and walked out, "OK."

"Where are you going?" Zhu Yu asked.

Fu Cizhou pointed to the opposite side of the building: "See a doctor."

Because it was an emergency call, many steps were saved.

Regardless of Zhu Yu's objection, Fu Cizhou hugged him horizontally and carried him into the doctor's office forcibly.

In the office, Zhu Yu sat on a white wooden bench, watching the doctor with Mediterranean hair draw out a form: "Name."

Zhu Yu opened his mouth, but did not answer.

"Blessings," Fu Cizhou added in time behind him, "Blessings, I have more than enough every year."

Zhu Yu raised his head and glanced at Fu Cizhou, who pressed the top of his head.

"age."

"Seventeen."

"Do you have any medical history?" The doctor scratched the form without even looking up.

This Fu Cizhou couldn't answer, Zhu Yu breathed a little harder and continued to remain silent.

"Any history of heart disease?" the doctor repeated.

For some reason, Zhu Yu suddenly stood up against the edge of the table.

He didn't even give Fu Cizhou time to react, and went straight out of the office.

"What's going on?" The doctor leaned forward and looked out the door.

"He is a bit against the hospital," Fu Cizhou explained, "Do you think he has it, doctor?"

"The patient refused to communicate, and the examination was not done. How do I know?" The doctor spread his hands, looking very helpless.

"Then what kind of inspection is needed?" Fu Cizhou cooperated very actively, "I'll take him to do it right away."

Coming out of the office, Fu Cizhou saw Zhu Yu leaning against the wall of the corridor, looking down at the cotton mop on his feet.

Hearing the door knock, Zhu Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Cizhou.

Carefully, with unconscious guilt.

"Go to Building No. [-] for an electrocardiogram first, and then go to Building No. [-] for a blood test." Fu Cizhou, wearing only socks, grabbed Zhu Yu's wrist and walked downstairs.

"Fu Cizhou," Zhu Yu pushed his hand, "I know what's going on with me, so you don't need to pay me for these checks."

"Didn't I do this to let you know? I did this to let me know," Fu Cizhou's fingers seemed to be welded to Zhu Yu's wrist, and he couldn't let go no matter how hard he struggled, "Didn't you not say it? OK, I'll find it out for you."

In Building No. [-] of the hospital, Fu Cizhou found a place and waited for a few minutes before it was Zhu Yu's turn.

The room where the electrocardiogram was performed was very large, and the air conditioner was turned on. Zhu Yu seemed to be struggling, but Fu Cizhou grabbed his wrist and pressed him on the bed.

"If you don't want to fight with me here, just be honest."

Fu Cizhou handed the checklist to the doctor next to the instrument, and his words were full of ruthlessness.

"What's the matter? Still want to fight?" The doctor was a woman in her 40s, and it was a bit funny to hear the two half-old children talking, "Treat me if you are sick."

"No..." Zhu Yu propped his elbows on the bed, seemingly helpless.He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain, whether it was necessary to explain, so he could only sigh in the end, and all his emotions were melted into a "ah...".

"The clothes were taken off to expose the chest, and the cuffs and trousers were rolled up."

The doctor who performed the electrocardiogram explained to them while handling the equipment.

Fu Cizhou started directly, first took off Zhu Yu's down jacket, and then pushed the sweater on his chest.

Zhu Yu gave up completely and lay flat on the bed.He moved his head and watched Fu Cizhou roll up his sleeves, and then went to the end of the bed to roll up his trousers.

Fu Cizhou didn't speak, but Zhu Yu knew that the other party was angry.

But even if he was angry, he didn't just walk away and ignore him. Instead, he dragged him to this place and spent money and effort to do these checks.

The cold patch was stuck to the chest, and the wrists and ankles were also clamped by the clips coated with alcohol.

Zhu Yu looked at the ceiling, his eyes suddenly felt sour.

"Fu Cizhou." He called softly.

No one responded to him.

There was a slight sound in the ear, and the heart was beating "ploppppppp" through a thin layer of chest.

Just half an hour ago, Zhu Yu thought he was going to die.

The pain was more severe than ever, and the first thing he thought after he regained consciousness was not to scare Fu Cizhou.

If he died in front of this Eldest Young Master, then the other party would not be left with a shadow for the rest of his life.

As if he had found an excuse for himself to live, Zhu Yu especially hoped that he would not die at that moment.

I don't want to trouble others.

"Okay," the doctor removed the patch on Zhu Yu's body, and signed the form, "Go to the window to get the results in 2 minutes."

Zhu Yu sat up and pulled down his sweater with both hands.

He stepped on his slippers and got off the bed: "Fu Cizhou."

With a cold face, Fu Cizhou handed the down jacket to Zhu Yu: "What are you doing?"

"I have heart disease." Zhu Yu took the down jacket and put it on his arm, "I was born with it, and it has always been like this."

Fu Cizhou's body seemed to have paused for a moment, but after only a moment, he returned to normal: "Yes."

Walking out of the room, Zhu Yu's trousers were still rolled up.

When Fu Cizhou saw it, he knelt down and prepared to put him down.

Zhu Yu took two steps back and handed the down jacket to Fu Cizhou: "You wear it."

But Fu Cizhou acted as if he didn't hear it, he took a step forward and forced his trousers down: "Zhu Yu."

Zhu Yu's eyelashes trembled, and his heart pounded.

Fu Cizhou stood up: "What else?"

Zhu Yu lowered his head and said nothing.

"Besides heart disease, what else?"

He didn't know how to answer Fu Cizhou.

After going through the whole process just now, Zhu Yu was finally able to open a small mouth and reveal some secrets to the other party that he had never told.

But Fu Cizhou intensified, and broke in boldly with that small mouth, like a stubborn donkey kicking and kicking inside, rummaging for a while.

If it was before, he could still joke, play haha, perfunctory or change the subject.

He can even say "I don't want to say" with a straight face.

But now, he can't say any of them.

"People should always keep a little distance from each other." Zhu Yu took a deep breath, raised his eyes to meet Fu Cizhou's, "Do I have to tell you everything?"

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu quietly for a moment, raised his hand and tapped his heart: "Zhu Yu, do you have any conscience?"

Zhu Yu felt a "thump" in his heart, as if he was touched by Fu Cizhou, and a piece was directly clicked.

"I saw you in the car this morning, so I shouldn't have gotten out of the car." Fu Cizhou threw the checklist in his hand on the ground, and took a step in front of Zhu Yu, suppressing his voice, "I should go with my mother from now on. Come on, don't care about your troubles."

The two were so close that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

The anger in Fu Cizhou's eyes was like fire, which spread through his sight, making Zhu Yu's heart ache.

He was the first to be unable to bear the gaze of the other party, and his eyelashes drooped down his eyes.

"I…"

"I wish you—"

The staff at the window called out Zhu Yu's name, "Zhu Yu on the 26th, come get the report card."

Fu Cizhou's reaction to this name was greater than that of Zhu Yu himself.

He distanced himself from the other party, and both of them were digesting the emotions just now.

"Zhu Yu—" the staff shouted again, "Is Zhu Yu's family here?"

"Yes." Fu Cizhou raised his voice and responded, as if he had forgotten what he said just now, he bent down and picked up the checklist on the ground.

He turned and walked to the window, and passed the list in his hand: "No. 26."

Zhu Yu stood there stupidly, seeing Fu Cizhou's inconsistency between his words and deeds, and his stupid appearance of giving him a checklist, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Soon, Fu Cizhou got an electrocardiogram.

There are several line graphs on the A4 paper that he can't understand.

But the diagnosis in the lower right corner shows that he can read.

[Normal electrocardiogram. 】

Why is it normal?

After Fu Cizhou looked up, Zhu Yu was standing there staring at him with red eyes.

"Go draw blood," Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yu, "Don't force me to do it."

Taking blood is easier than electrocardiogram, just roll up one sleeve and get an injection.

But Zhu Yu was about to sit on the stool, and Fu Cizhou seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and dragged him to the waiting area in the hall to sit again.

"Sit here for a while," Fu Cizhou kicked off the slippers on his feet, "I'll go out for a while."

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou and blinked: "Where are you going?"

Fu Cizhou put on cotton slippers and went out: "I'll be back in a while."

Zhu Yu watched Fu Cizhou turn into the stairwell, and later realized that he was still wearing a down jacket.

On a cold day a few years ago, Fu Cizhou wore a sweater and went out for a walk, fearing that he would freeze to death.

But he thought about it again, and it seemed that this down jacket had been worn on him all the time, and Fu Cizhou had never worn it.

"Alas..." Zhu Yu sat on the chair, hugged his knees and shrunk himself into a ball.

About five or six minutes later, Fu Cizhou came back with a plastic bag, without saying what it was, and stuffed it directly into Zhu Yu's arms.

Zhu Yu took off the down jacket and handed it to Fu Cizhou. Fu Cizhou glanced at it, and raised his hand to directly put it on his face.

"Don't chatter with my mother, after a while, you should get out of here."

Zhu Yu was amused by Fu Cizhou's violent remarks.

The down jacket covered his head, and he pulled it off several times before he pulled it off again.

"Where should I go?" He lost his mobile phone and money. If Fu Cizhou didn't care about him, he would have to go to the police station.

"I care where you go?" Fu Cizhou tidied up Zhu Yu's clothes, "If you make me angry again, I'll strip you naked and throw them on the road."

Zhu Yu smiled and flipped through the plastic bag in his arms. Inside was a pack of tissues and a bag of big white rabbits.

I went to buy candy.

Zhu Yu looked up in a daze, but Fu Cizhou seemed too lazy to wait any longer, and went directly to the window with the list.

Zhu Yu hurriedly put on his slippers and followed.

"I'm not, he is." Fu Cizhou picked up Zhu Yu who was following behind him, "He smokes."

The doctor nodded: "Roll up your sleeves."

Fu Cizhou helped Zhu Yu take his clothes and watched him show his arms.

Zhu Yu's skin is really white, and it seems to be very thin. The light blue blood vessels are clearly visible, lying between the muscles.

Fu Cizhou remembered that he used to have a younger sister with very thin and white arms. When he was a child, Fu Cizhou took her to play, so he grabbed her hand and made a few finger marks.

Zhong Yan told him that girls are weak and cannot exert themselves.

But now Fu Cizhou looks like Zhu Yu is also delicate.

Can't make a big effort.

Iodine was applied to the skin, and the needle was stuck in it.

Zhu Yu didn't even dodge his gaze, just watching the sharp piercing into the blood vessel.

Although it was very short, Fu Cizhou still caught the fleeting frown.

He reached out and waved his hand in front of his eyes, successfully stealing the other's gaze.

"Does it not hurt?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu pursed his lips and said after a while, "It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt.

Fu Cizhou hooked the corner of his lips: "Oh."

Zhu Yu tilted his head: "What?"

Fu Cizhou turned his face away and ignored him.

The injection took a long time, and two tubes of blood were drawn, which wiped out all the remaining blood on Zhu Yu's lips.

With both hands empty, Fu Cizhou peeled off a candy for him.

Zhu Yu took it and bit it into his mouth.

Hypoglycemia is not anemia, and you can't faint when you draw blood.

But when he saw the big white rabbit in the plastic bag, his heart seemed to be scratched hard by something, and he felt a little bit sore in his nose.

"Wait 10 minutes for the results," Fu Cizhou glanced at the report, "Just sit here."

Zhu Yu pressed his arm with a cotton swab, Fu Cizhou pulled his sleeve, and sat on the chair like a dog.

It was probably near the end of the new year, and there were not many people in the hospital.

There were only a few people sitting in the waiting area with a dozen or so rows of chairs, and Fu Cizhou occupied two seats by himself.

He raised his foot: "I can't ask for socks."

Zhu Yu smiled: "Are your feet cold?"

"It's okay." Fu Cizhou also peeled a candy for himself, "The hospital has air conditioning."

"One for you." Zhu Yu kicked Fu Cizhou a slipper.

Fu Cizhou put his foot on the chair: "You really know how to be a man, this shoe was originally mine."

The two squatted on the chairs, as if they had completely forgotten the previous quarrel, and they got back together again.

"Why did you remember to buy candy?" Zhu Yu asked with a smile.

"I'm afraid you'll faint again," Fu Cizhou said, "I fainted once before. I exhausted myself and took you to the school hospital. You're all right again."

Zhu Yu thought about it, and it seemed that there was such a thing.

"I'm actually not that fragile."

"Come on, you're so fragile."

Now in Fu Cizhou's eyes, Zhu Yu is as fragile as his sister.

Zhu Yu smiled, and heard a mother and daughter sitting together in the front seat, and the mother was talking to her daughter about the precautions.

"What time is it?" Zhu Yu suddenly remembered, "Aren't you going to your grandma's house for dinner?"

Fu Cizhou glanced at the phone: "It's just eleven o'clock, don't worry."

Zhu Yu was worried that Fu Cizhou would delay his business, so he hurriedly urged: "You should hurry up, don't wait here."

Fu Cizhou narrowed his eyes: "You want to send me away? After I finish waiting, I have to go back to the doctor for a diagnosis."

"I've already told you that the doctor can't explain the details to me based on these two examination reports."

"What did you say in detail? You just said a heart attack."

"Ventricular septal defect, congenital heart disease, not serious, maybe it will be better in the future." Zhu Yu said his condition again, "Is it detailed enough?"

Fu Cizhou sat sideways, with one arm resting on the back of the chair: "Then why do you suddenly have a heartache? Are you having a nightmare?"

Zhu Yu was silent for a moment, and said "Yes": "I dreamed of an old bastard calling my name crazily and always laying on my face."

After hearing this, Fu Cizhou straightened his back slowly, and curled his fingers on the arm resting on the back of the chair, making a crisp sound of "clicking" bones.

Zhu Yu immediately put a smile on his face, and raised his hand to hold down Fu Cizhou's fist: "Master, calm down."

"You just owe it," Fu Cizhou wanted to push Zhu Yu's head as usual, but his hands touched the hair, so he relieved his strength and rubbed his hair heavily, "I don't even bother to hit him you."

His fingers brushed against Zhu Yu's pinnae, it was hot, with a temperature higher than that of the air.

Fu Cizhou moved his butt forward, sticking to Zhu Yu's side: "Do you have a fever again?"

Zhu Yu posted his forehead: "No?"

He was still pressing the alcohol cotton on his arm, and when he raised his hand, he raised both arms together, just like Monkey King scratching lice, which is somewhat funny.

Fu Cizhou wanted to laugh, and put his palm on Zhu Yu's forehead.

"Did you feel anything?" Zhu Yu asked.

"Yes," Fu Cizhou said, "this person is probably sick."

Zhu Yu pursed his lips and laughed.

Fu Cizhou withdrew his hand, looked at him and smiled.

Zhu Yu loves to smile, and when she smiles, her eyes bend, her curled eyelashes tremble, like a small water boat wandering in the white clouds.

Once people's eyes are glued to it, it's like they're on a pirate ship, they can only move along, they can't even run.

How can a boy look so delicate.

Fu Cizhou muttered in his heart for a while, and couldn't help looking at Zhu Yu a few more times.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zhu Yu moved his face closer, "Isn't it pretty?"

Fu Cizhou's heart jumped, and he didn't know how to put his hands and feet at that moment.

He subconsciously kept a distance from the other party, and leaned back suddenly.

This leaning back was a bit too forceful, Fu Cizhou didn't even catch his fingers on the back of the chair, and he almost pushed off the chair directly.

Zhu Yu hurriedly grabbed Fu Cizhou's arm, but because he didn't sit still, he was led crookedly by the other party.

With a bang, Fu Cizhou put one foot on the ground, wrapped Zhu Yu's waist with one hand, and helped him to sit back on the chair again.

"Why did you come here all of a sudden?!" Fu Cizhou was still in shock, and shouted in a low voice, "Are you sick, are you still looking good?!"

Fu Cizhou remembered that the last time Zhu Yu asked this question, he was still wearing a pink plaid skirt.

He seems to be particularly inappropriate, and he can say anything without shame or skin.

He sleeps in Fu Cizhou's bed, he wears Fu Cizhou's shoes, he relies on Fu Cizhou's people, and he can say "Doesn't it look good?"

Good-looking but good-looking, a big man struggles all day whether he looks good or not, should he be shameless?

"Oh, I'm a little sleepy," Zhu Yu sat up straight, closed his eyes, "come here."

Fu Cizhou frowned, and sat down beside Zhu Yu with vigilance.

The next second, Zhu Yu tilted his head and leaned against his shoulder.

"I'm so sleepy." He yawned, "I dream as soon as my head touches the pillow. Dreaming can exhaust me to death. After waking up, it's like running 1000 meters. It feels better not to sleep."

Fu Cizhou suddenly realized: "This is why you slept on the street?"

Zhu Yu glanced at him, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and took his head away again: "By the way, you should go back quickly, it's almost dinner time."

"What do you do when I go back?" Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yudi's head back to his shoulder, "It's not the first day I came to my grandma, it's just a meal, I don't want to eat."

He took out his mobile phone to send a message to Zhong Yan, wishing Yu that his arm would no longer bleed, so he wrapped the alcohol cotton in a tissue and put down his rolled sleeves.

"Master, let's discuss something." Zhu Yu hit Fu Cizhou on the shoulder with his head, "Can you stop calling me Zhu Yu all the time?"

On the phone, Zhong Yan replied "OK" to Fu Cizhou.

Fu Cizhou put away his mobile phone and moved his shoulders: "If I don't call you, what is Zhu Yu's name?"

Zhu Yu closed his eyes: "You can call me anything, just don't call me Zhu Yu."

This is really a rather strange request, and there are people who don't let others call their names?

If it was another person, Fu Cizhou would most likely curse "Are you sick?", and then even call the other person by their name.

But if this matter happened to Zhu Yu, no matter how strange it was, it would not be impossible for Fu Cizhou to think about it.

In other words, no names are allowed.

He thought for a while: "Then do you have a nickname?"

Zhu Yu frowned: "I can't call you by nickname."

"Then what do I call you? Son?" Fu Cizhou was a little depressed.

"I don't know." Zhu Yu closed his eyes and repeated softly, "I don't know either."

If there is no such name, what is he and what else can he be called.

It seems that it can only be called this, because for so many years, he only has this.

"Why can't it be called?" Fu Cizhou still couldn't help asking the reason.

Zhu Yu dragged his voice and let out a long "um...": "Guess."

"Let me guess?" Fu Cizhou laughed straight away, "I'll give you a crooked head in a while."

Zhu Yu also smiled with him: "Fu Cizhou, there are some things I don't want to say, can you stop forcing me?"

"Is something really wrong?" Fu Cizhou's tone softened a lot.

"Yes, but it's all in the past," Zhu Yu hugged his knees and sighed, "I don't really want to remember."

"But do you know that you were in a bad mood during that time?" Fu Cizhou flicked Zhu Yu's ear, "You don't have to say anything, but don't let Lao Chen and uncle worry."

Zhu Yu listened carefully to Fu Cizhou's words, and then nodded obediently.

Fu Cizhou couldn't hold back and rubbed his hair again, always feeling that such Zhu Yu was a bit poignant.

"I wish you—"

Someone at the window read Zhu Yu's name, Fu Cizhou got up immediately and took the report card.

"It's not a solution for you not to wear shoes like this." Zhu Yu pushed the slippers towards Fu Cizhou with his feet, "Why don't you wear them."

Fu Cizhou folded the report and put it in his pocket: "What about you?"

Zhu Yu stood on the chair with a plastic bag in his hand: "You carry me on your back."

He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, standing on the chair as if he was going to hit the ceiling.

Fu Cizhou put on the slippers, raised his face slightly to look at Zhu Yu: "You just don't want to walk."

"No." Zhu Yu pressed Fu Cizhou's shoulder, "I feel sorry for your lack of shoes."

Fu Cizhou didn't believe this kind of rhetoric at all, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "You are the only one who can talk."

He turned around, and before he had time to bow, Zhu Yu's arms wrapped around his neck, and he jumped onto his back like a rabbit.

"Where are you jumping on the wooden horse?" Fu Cizhou was driven by Zhu Yu's momentum and took half a step forward.There was a plastic bag hanging from his chest, and with a little movement he could sway to his shoulders.

"No one carries me." Zhu Yu put his chin on Fu Cizhou's shoulder and muttered in a low voice.

Although the young man was thin, his frame height would not be too light.

Fu Cizhou supported Zhu Yu's thigh and turned him on his back: "I'm not human?"

Zhu Yu ignored the question of whether Fu Cizhou was human or not, and started a new topic instead: "Do you remember when you were a child, it rained one day, and your mother recited you."

"My mother carried me?!" Fu Cizhou seemed a little surprised, "No."

He knew Zhu Yu at least six or seven years old. How could he let his mother carry a fat boy?

"You seemed to be sick that day, and then it rained again. Our teacher gave you an umbrella, and your mother carried you into the car on the side of the road."

After hearing this, Fu Cizhou was silent for a moment: "Forgot."

He stood at the door of the elevator, waiting for the elevator with three or four people.

"So I really envy you," Zhu Yu said in a low voice, "You still despise your mother."

"You think too much, I don't dislike my mother." Fu Cizhou said.

How could he dislike his mother?

If Zhong Yan didn't call him baby at the top of her voice every day, it would be even more impossible to dislike him.

When the elevator arrived, Fu Cizhou walked in with Zhu Yu on his back: "Isn't your mother treating you very well?"

Zhu Yu said "Yes": "She is a mother who loves children very much."

Fu Cizhou felt strange when he heard this, but after a closer look, he felt that the meaning was correct.

The space in the elevator was small and crowded with people. He was suffocating doubts in his heart, but he didn't say it right away.

It wasn't until he got out of the elevator and walked on the road that Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu's feet swaying back and forth, and then asked, "Is it because your aunt passed away?"

Zhu Yu gave another soft "hmm" and didn't say anything else.

"Yeah" shit, Fu Cizhou thought.

Zhu Yu's slight chatter, his monosyllable jumping must not be taken seriously.

"I believe it." Fu Cizhou sneered, speaking ironically.

"Believe it!" Zhu Yu kicked his feet with a smile, as if he was a little annoyed, "It's really annoying!"

At the door of the doctor's office, Zhu Yu struggled on Fu Cizhou's back to get off.

He was barefoot, and after a few jumps, he went to sit on the chair by the corridor.

Zhu Yu was a little scared of the doctor. Fu Cizhou already knew that he didn't implement coercive means this time, and entered the office by himself.

"Ventricular septal defect? ​​That is indeed a heart attack," the doctor said after looking at Zhu Yu's test results, hesitating for a moment, "These two test reports don't show any minor problems, and I have to do another 24-hour electrocardiogram to be sure." The condition. But the patient doesn’t seem to be particularly serious, you can prescribe some angina medicine and take it first.”

When mentioning angina pectoris, Fu Cizhou thought of Zhu Yushi biting his lip and pressing his heart.

His forehead twitched, and he glanced back at the corridor outside the door.

Zhu Yu was sitting next to the corridor, blocking his view.

"How did the angina cause it?" Fu Cizhou and the doctor briefly summarized the conversation he had with Zhu Yu after returning home.

"It's hard to say." The doctor pressed and released the ballpoint pen. "There are many triggers for angina pectoris. The situation you mentioned is most likely caused by stimulation."

Fu Cizhou frowned: "Exciting? I just called him by name..."

He seemed to think of something suddenly, and he paused halfway through the sentence.

"What's the matter with a person who won't let others call his name?"

The doctor smiled in surprise: "I don't know about this, you should go to the psychology department."

After leaving the office door, Fu Cizhou frowned almost like a Mount Everest.

Zhu Yu was eating toffee, and he didn't forget to peel one for Fu Cizhou: "How do you say it?"

Fu Cizhou took the toffee: "Say you are sick."

"I already have it," Zhu Yu stood up, stretching out his arms and trying to carry them on his back, "Can we go back?"

Fu Cizhou stopped chewing the toffee on his cheeks, and wanted to laugh seeing Zhu Yu's unweaned look.

Holding toffee in his hand, his whole body exudes the smell of milk. How old he is, he even stretches out his hand to be carried by others.

"Where are you going?" Fu Cizhou deliberately teased him.

"Go back to your house," Zhu Yu replied very naturally.He grabbed Fu Cizhou's shoulder and turned the person around, "Hurry up, I'm coming up."

Fu Cizhou put his hands back lazily, the plastic bag waved in front of him, and Zhu Yu firmly stuck to his back.

"Hurry up," Zhu Yu hooked his feet in front of Fu Cizhou, "I almost vomited from the smell of this disinfectant."

"Don't worry," Fu Cizhou hugged Zhu Yu's thigh, "I still have to get the medicine."

"What medicine to take? Don't take it. My family has all kinds of medicine, don't waste money."

The toffee in the mouth melted, and there was a sweet and greasy lingering in the mouth.

When Zhu Yu spoke, his warm breath hit the side of Fu Cizhou's face. When he turned his head, he could see the tip of Fu Cizhou's small nose.

"I wish someone," Fu Cizhou said suddenly, "what do you want me to call you?"

In the long corridor of the hospital, there are no windows and backlight.

Zhu Yu lay on Fu Cizhou's back, and could feel the slight vibration of the other person's body when he spoke.

It was near the exit, and the room temperature was not that high. Zhu Yu moved his toes and felt a little cold.

"I don't know." Zhu Yu said.

He seemed to be living in a mirror. The person on the other side of the mirror raised his hand, and he raised his hand accordingly.

When the habit became natural, one day, the mirror suddenly shattered.

Someone asked Zhu Yu, "Who are you?"

I wish the rest of the world to study consciously.

"who are you?"

No one answered him either.

"The first time I heard the teacher call your name, I thought it was 'Zhu Yu', the fish of the Little Mermaid, my mother just told me that she turned into a bubble the night before, so I was very impressed."

Zhu Yu tilted his head and pressed his face against Fu Cizhou's neck.

The fluff on the back of the hat wrapped him, as warm as Fu Cizhou.

"I thought you were a girl, a girl as beautiful as the little mermaid, so I turned around and looked."

Zhu Yu laughed with a "chi" and said, "I'm sorry, young master, for disappointing you."

Fu Cizhou also found it funny when he mentioned the past: "I wasn't too disappointed.