Salted Toffee

If Zhu Yu felt that, then Fu Cizhou was not involved.

Anyway, he has a thick skin and can say anything.

"I'll throw you on the road in a while." Fu Cizhou threatened.

Zhu Yu stretched his neck and smiled happily: "Forget it, young master, how can you be willing?"

Back home in a fuss, Fu Cizhou changed a pair of socks and washed his feet.

The rice cakes on the table were still warm, Zhu Yu and his wife ate one, and most of them were wiped out.

Fu Cizhou walked into the bedroom with wet hands, dragged the stolen fish into the bathroom to wash his feet.

"I'm so sleepy," Zhu Yu yawned, "Master, can I ask for a little sleep?"

"Go out to eat, why sleep?" Fu Cizhou tied the shoelaces in Xuan, "Hurry up."

Zhu Yu took his down jacket and muttered softly, "It's a good thing I sleep in a sweater, otherwise I'd freeze to death in the hospital."

"What are you mumbling about?" Fu Cizhou patted the back of Zhu Yu's head.

"I found out why you like to touch my head so much recently," Zhu Yu scratched his hair, keeping a distance of half a meter from Fu Cizhou, "Jealous of me being smart?"

Fu Cizhou glanced at Zhu Yu with a complicated expression: "Get over here!"

The two first went to the police station to report to the police, but the police asked Zhu Yu to contact the guardian.

Zhu Yu became timid in an instant and simply dropped the case.

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Cizhou was still a little unwilling to be dragged out of the police station by Zhu Yu.

"I'm not afraid," Zhu Yu lowered his eyes and kicked away the stones on the road, "I just don't want my dad to worry."

I wish Yu Ai to think about problems from the standpoint of others, and often think of things that Fu Cizhou could not think of.

Fu Cizhou has been doing worrying things all day since he was a child, but he hasn't felt any guilt in so many years.

This is probably the difference between people.

"Then what about your mobile phone?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu glanced at Fu Cizhou, as if looking at some rare creature: "You really expect the police to find it for me?"

Fu Cizhou paused: "Then why are you calling the police?"

"Psychological comfort," Zhu Yu put his hands in his pockets, walking staggeringly, "Someone has to do something if someone steals something, even if you know there is little hope of getting it back, you will still try."

Fu Cizhou listened to the words, feeling very reasonable.

But this is considered a compliment, he held back in his heart and didn't say it.

"I think so much every day." Fu Cizhou finally gave Zhu Yu such an evaluation.

"You need qualifications even if you are heartless." Zhu Yu shrugged, as if a little helpless, "You think everyone is like you."

"None of my business?" Fu Cizhou strangled Zhu Yu's neck with one hand, bent his knees and pressed against his thigh, "I can tell, you are hurting me."

"Praise you, say that you have a happy life," Zhu Yu shrunk, and turned away sideways, "I'm talking about why you always like to squeeze on me lately."

They both had the same style of clothes, and the black and white fur on their hats were mixed together.

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Fu Cizhou loosened his arms, "I never heard you always ask."

Zhu Yu poked Fu Cizhou back with his elbow: "You never lay on me like this before."

"Damn!" Fu Cizhou blew his hair straight away, "Why didn't you say that when you were lying on me in the hospital!"

Zhu Yu's mouth is weak, and he can always accurately hit Fu Cizhou's irritability.

Fu Cizhou, on the other hand, is easy to get angry but not really angry. The two of them quarrel every time to the end, just right, no matter how noisy they are, after a few days they will continue to fight each other like nothing happened.

What kind of pot should match what kind of cover, that is true.

The two slipped to the street, a few shops on the side of the road were closed, but many were open.

Fu Cizhou walked and watched, not wanting to eat anything.

Zhu Yu didn't sleep all night, and he tossed and tossed for a long time in the morning, and now he yawned after walking two steps, which made Fu Cizhou sleepy.

"What are you eating? You're like a hair dryer. Go back to sleep."

Zhu Yu rubbed his eyes: "If you eat a pancake, I can still wait for you to roll an egg."

Fu Cizhou laughed with a "chi" and said, "Come on, I'm afraid you'll just fall on the pancake stove in a while."

Zhu Yu squinted his eyes and laughed, he swayed, and threw himself on Fu Cizhou: "So what are you eating? Eat quickly, I really want to go back to sleep."

Zhu Yu is a very double standard. Just now when Fu Cizhou put his arms around his shoulders, he was able to babble and talk to others.

Now that he was sleepy, he stuck to Fu Cizhou's back as if he had no bones, but he didn't care who was lying on whom.

And Fu Cizhou didn't mind Zhu Yu sticking to him, but he didn't mind in his heart, so he always had to move his hands.

Push it, smash it, looking disgusted, looking like wanting the other party to get out every minute, but the force is very light, like poking into a soft cloud, light and light, in exchange for Zhu Yu's muffled sound Sullen smile.

"I'm so sleepy, let me rely on you!" Zhu Yu smashed the jar and buried his face in Fu Cizhou's hat.

"Order takeaway." Fu Cizhou rubbed Zhu Yu's forehead, "Don't drool on my clothes!"

After wandering around and returning home, Zhu Yu kicked off his shoes and stabbed his head in Fu Cizhou's room.

Fu Cizhou flicked on his mobile phone in the back, and went slowly to wash his hands in the bathroom of the bedroom.

"Get up." After ordering the takeaway, he grabbed Zhu Yu, watched him wash his hands and face, and then tucked him back into the bed again.

"Master," Zhu Yu buried his face under the quilt, revealing only a fluffy top of his hair, "You are really a master."

"Dirty, you are really dirty," Fu Cizhou took out a set of pajamas from the closet and put them on the bed, "Change your clothes."

Zhu Yu struggled to reveal a pair of eyes from under the quilt: "What clothes should I change to sleep?"

Fu Cizhou lifted the quilt and threw a set of dark blue cotton pajamas on Zhu Yu's head: "Pajamas."

Zhu Yu: "..."

He grew up without any pajamas.

In summer, he wore shorts and found a pair of ripped short sleeves.

Especially the kind of advertising shirts that have been worn for several years and are almost torn after washing. Some necklines don’t even have a hem, and they are cool and comfortable as if they were not worn.

In winter, I just wear long johns and long johns. Zhu Yu is very timid, and I put clothes on myself as soon as the temperature cools down.Long-wear and long johns are usually worn early in the morning, and at most one can take off a sweater when going to sleep, and then tie it into the quilt and it's over.

So when Fu Cizhou asked Zhu Yu to take off his clothes and put on pajamas before going to bed, Zhu Yu began to resist 12 points.

"I'm cold, I don't take off my clothes."

This was his first excuse.

"The air conditioner is on, you're so cold."

Fu Cizhou directly vetoed it.

"Have you turned on the air conditioner?" Zhu Yu looked up and scanned the room, "Why didn't I know?"

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu like a country bumpkin: "Central air-conditioning."

Zhu Yu immediately understood that he was a bitch: "The air conditioner in my house is only turned on occasionally in summer."

"And there's floor heating, so it's hot at home, okay?" Fu Cizhou pressed Zhu Yu's thigh, and started to pick off his clothes. "Who goes to bed without pajamas? No, you have to change it for me."

"I can't! I have to get dressed!"

This is Zhu Yu's second excuse.

"Where is it necessary?" Fu Cizhou used his hands and feet together, gnashing his teeth, "I have to take off your clothes today."

"I feel dizzy!"

The third excuse.

"My hand hurts!"

the fourth.

"Slap you without taking off your clothes."

Fu Cizhou solved all the shit with one sentence.

The remarks he made to Zhu Yuqi were really correct, this person is a force to be reckoned with.

The two of them tossed and fought on the bed for about ten minutes, and finally ended with Zhu Yu disheveled his chicken coop hair and put on his pajamas in humiliation.

He tugged on the collar of his shirt, and said in a strange way: "Oh, is this a wealthy family?"

"Yes," Fu Cizhou continued shamelessly, "It's still too late for you to call me Dad."

Zhu Yu sneered and lifted the quilt to cover most of his face: "I'm sleeping."

"The takeaway is here," Fu Cizhou glanced at his phone, "You really don't want to eat?"

"Don't eat," Zhu Yu closed his eyes, and his voice became a little fluttering, "I'm not hungry at all."

The rice cakes that Fu Cizhou bought were delicious, with several different flavors, and Zhu Yu ate them all.

Sweet and sweet, soft and not greasy.

He just said it casually at the time, but he didn't expect Fu Cizhou to actually buy it for him.

When he returned home from the hospital, he poked at the bag of thermal insulation bags on the table, and after opening it, he stood by the table in a daze for a long time.

Really... rice cakes.

His thoughts were involved, Zhu Yu buried himself in the quilt, as if he was brought into another time and space.

"Today's breakfast is big meat buns—"

"His pants are wet again—"

"Auntie, Auntie, Auntie—"

"Wow--"

The dialogue is always intermittent, and the immature voice of a child is like an echo, playing in Zhu Yu's mind over and over again.

Someone called his name, and Zhu Yu turned around abruptly.

But there was no one behind him, and he didn't remember what the other party called him.

"Why did you pee your pants again today?"

"Oh, the flowers are so beautifully painted."

"What do you call Auntie for?"

"Why are you standing there stupidly?"

Zhu Yu was stunned, his feet seemed to be filled with cement, and he couldn't move.

"Why are you standing there stupidly?"

The voice rang again, followed by a look, hitting Zhu Yu's feet.

"I..." Zhu Yu frowned, wanting to say something, but didn't know who to tell,

There seemed to be many people around him, but when he looked closely, it was dark again.

Someone wiped a line under his eyes, and then pressed his tightly knit brows.

"I wish..." Fu Cizhou said half of the name in his mouth, and stopped in time.

Zhu Yu opened his eyes.

He was dreaming again.

The emotions bubbling in my chest just now are like sea water at low tide. With a "hula", it retracts into the sea, exposing the rugged reefs on the shore, and occasionally returns to impact, splashing a turbulent white wave.

Just like his long and deep breathing at this moment, there is still a little panic in the dream.

"What did you dream about?" Fu Cizhou asked him with downcast eyes.

Zhu Yu stood up and saw Fu Cizhou sitting beside him, covered with the same quilt.

"Why are you sleeping here?" He rubbed his temples and asked subconsciously.

Fu Cizhou was scrolling through Moments, and even put down his phone when he heard this: "This, yes, my, my, bed."

Every word, I hate it.

Zhu Yu gave an "oh" and said, "I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he curled up and retracted into the quilt again.

"Are you being possessed by a ghost?" Fu Cizhou pulled the quilt, forcing Zhu Yu to talk to himself, "Seeing you like that just now seems like you are about to fall ill again."

Zhu Yu moved his ears: "I don't get sick so easily."

The temperature in the room is not low, and the quilt is covered with a silk quilt.

Zhu Yu wrapped himself tightly and sweated his brow.

Fu Cizhou thought for a while, endured it, and finally said: "Do you want to wash your hair? Or take a bath?"

Zhu Yu twirled around in the quilt like a worm: "Master, why didn't I see that you still have a little bit of a cleanliness before?"

"I'm not obsessed with cleanliness," Fu Cizhou said seriously, "You are too dirty."

Zhu Yu drooped his eyelids, reluctantly said: "You want to trick me into taking off my clothes."

Fu Cizhou snorted disdainfully: "I want to take off your clothes and still have to lie?"

How troublesome it is to cheat, did he pick it up just now?

"I understand," Zhu Yu patted Fu Cizhou's thigh pretending to be old-fashioned, "You're greedy for my body."

"Ah..." Fu Cizhou dragged his voice, narrowing his eyes as if thinking about something, "If you go to take a shower, I will reluctantly admit it."

"You've finally revealed your true nature," Zhu Yu said with a look of sudden realization, "You have a crush on me."

It was obviously a blurted joke, but Fu Cizhou's throat was choked, and even his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

He almost instinctively wanted to swallow it, but he discovered it in advance and held it back.

"If you go to take a shower," he forcibly suppressed his random thoughts, but his mind was already in a mess, "I will reluctantly admit it."

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou sitting upright, couldn't help laughing and fell on the bed: "Admit what?"

"I have a crush on you."