Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Fu Cizhou, he would babble about the big things, and he was always absent-minded.

"Wait a minute," he pointed to the shop on the side of the road, "I'll go buy a pack."

Fu Cizhou watched Zhu Yu run to the store, then lowered his head and took out the pack of tissues from his pocket.

He also felt that something was wrong with him, but the specific details were not as clear as Zhu Yu knew.

When Zhu Yu left and returned, Fu Cizhou hurriedly put the wrapping paper back into his pocket.

He found that the other party bought not only a pack of tissues, but also a carton of milk and a large box of high-calcium biscuits.

"What are you doing?" Fu Cizhou looked at the posture of Zhu Yu, the neighbor on the left and right, and didn't react for a while.

"Who would go to someone else's house to eat empty-handed during Chinese New Year?" Zhu Yu handed the box of biscuits to Fu Cizhou, "Help me carry it, I'll finish the candies.

Fu Cizhou said "Oh" and took the biscuit.

Zhu Yu put the milk on the ground, stood on the side of the road and tore off the wet wipe, bit the top of the bamboo stick with his teeth, and wiped his fingers with downcast eyes.

Fu Cizhou saw that only "Zhou" was left in his name, and there was still some uneaten syrup on it.

It's like being raped, with a bit of misery and desolation.

"Is there any place to buy fruit here?" After wiping, Zhu Yu threw the wipes into the trash can on the side of the road, looked up and said, "I don't think the fruits in the supermarket are very good."

"Why do you still have money in your pocket?" Fu Cizhou frowned, "No need to buy it."

"I didn't buy it for you," Zhu Yu ate the word "zhou" in a few mouthfuls, throwing away the bamboo sticks as well.

Fu Cizhou shook the biscuit: "My grandma has everything in my house, and you don't miss a bag. You shouldn't buy this stuff, and my grandma doesn't like to eat it."

"I bought everything," Zhu Yu picked up the milk and was still looking around for the store, "Aren't there places in Nanhuai that sell fruit on the roadside? Why isn't there one here?"

"Don't buy it," Fu Cizhou tugged on Zhu Yu's clothes, "What time is it, if you don't go back, I'll have to blame me."

"Isn't it early five o'clock?" Zhu Yu turned around and said, "Then I'll go back and pick some oranges."

"Choose whatever, that's all," Fu Cizhou wrapped his arms around Zhu Yu's neck and led him forward, "Why don't you just have a meal, why do you think so much?"

I have known Zhu Yu for more than ten years, and Fu Cizhou has been fighting with each other openly and secretly, with all kinds of dissatisfaction in his mouth and heart.

But today is the first time he has realized so clearly that he is not as good as Zhu Yu in some respects.

If this matter were replaced by Fu Cizhou, he would never have thought of this.

I might be like a fool who ran to other people's houses to eat, and just took a mouth to go.

"Why did you think of buying these?" Fu Cizhou turned his face away, not knowing how to describe his complicated mood.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the two sugar characters "Wishing Fish" strung on his hand, and his mood became more complicated.

"It's a problem if you can't remember to buy it." Zhu Yu raised his hand to get the candy in Fu Cizhou's hand, "Aren't you going to eat this? If you don't eat it, let me eat it."

"This is mine." Fu Cizhou swallowed the candy word in one fell swoop, feeling guilty the moment he swallowed it.

The sugar character belongs to him, but Zhu Yu does not.

"You don't eat yours." Zhu Yu didn't get what Fu Cizhou cared about at all.

Fu Cizhou lowered his arms in a daze, and the guilt slowly dissipated, replaced by bewilderment and doubts.

What is he nervous about.

Holding "Zhu Yu" all the way back to the community, Fu Cizhou watched Zhu Yu wipe his mouth, hands, and face by the trash can downstairs.

Like a cat licking its hair, it pulled its hair again after it was done.

Fu Cizhou walked up to him, and straightened his hat casually: "Those who know know that you go to eat, those who don't know think you are going on a blind date."

Zhu Yu patted his clothes: "I am in my youth, so it is impossible for me to go on a blind date."

"Show some face," Fu Cizhou thought it was funny, "Young man in his prime..."

Zhu Yu was quite normal along the way, until he entered the corridor and got on the elevator, and then he started to feel a little nervous.

"It's really not good for me to eat, right? I'm an outsider."

Fu Cizhou tilted his head and looked at him: "Are you embarrassed?"

"A little bit?" Zhu Yu raised his hand, drawing a distance between his index finger and thumb, "Yi--a little bit."

"It's okay," Fu Cizhou opened Zhu Yu's hand, "My grandma is very enthusiastic and keeps telling you to come over."

"Grandma knows me?" Zhu Yu searched for memories, but he didn't seem to have any memories of Fu Cizhou's grandma.

"Maybe, my grandma used to live in Nanhuai with my dad, and only recently moved to Yuanzhou with my sister-in-law. Maybe I've seen you."

Zhu Yu let out an "oh", thinking in his heart that he and Fu Cizhou had a grudge against each other when they were young, if his grandma came to pick him up in the cram school, she would probably have heard of him.

"By the way, why don't you eat this candy until now?" Zhu Yu pointed to the word candy on Fu Cizhou's hand.

Fu Cizhou pursed his lips, and he wanted to know why.

"Too lazy to eat." He made an excuse casually.

"Then why don't you give me what I want?" Zhu Yu asked.

"Why did I give you mine? Are you starving at my sugar painting?"

"..."

"Pull it down." Zhu Yu pouted, unable to understand the brain circuit of this young master.

The elevator reached the fifteenth floor, and Zhu Yu followed Fu Cizhou out of the elevator.

The big red lanterns gave off a warm red light, and one door seemed to be open, and "Good Luck Comes" was playing in the house.

"Carry it by yourself." Fu Cizhou handed the box of biscuits to Zhu Yu.

Then he put his hands in his pockets until he walked forward.

"Milk--"

Fu Cizhou shouted.

"Hey--"

A laughing voice came from inside the room, Zhu Yu had already felt the joy in her heart before seeing this person.

The grandchildren are hurting from generation to generation, and Grandma Fu Cizhou must be hurting him very much.

"Where did you go to play, and you just came back now? Ouch, what is in your hand? The young man is still alive, and Tang Xihua is like a treasure in his hand."

Grandma was talking like a cannonball, and Fu Cizhou couldn't find a place to talk to her.

Especially the last sentence made him a little embarrassed. He turned his head and glanced at Zhu Yu behind him, thinking that this person should not take his grandma's words seriously, thinking that he regarded this broken candy as a treasure.

"Oh, this is Zhu Yu!"

Grandma pushed Fu Cizhou, who was standing in the door frame, into the room, and went to greet Zhu Yu behind him with a smile.

"Grandma, Happy New Year." Zhu Yu was a lot taller than grandma, and had to bow slightly when speaking.

He has a smile on his face, his eyes are curved, and he is pleasing to the eye.

Fu Cizhou lay on the door frame and looked out, and suddenly remembered the scene in the TV series when the male protagonist took the female protagonist home to meet his parents for the first time.

Also... quite like it.

"What else do you bring to grandma? Children don't bring anything. Don't stop me, Zhouzhou, why do you want to see your friend?!"

This time, he threw the pot to Fu Cizhou.

"Ah?" Fu Cizhou was stunned, and all the messy scenes in his mind were smashed, "I didn't even pay attention, he bought it secretly."

"It's not too dirty to lie on the door. You can waste the clothes if you don't wash them, right?" Before Fu Cizhou could turn his head, Zhong Yan dragged him into the room by pulling his hat, "It's in the way."

Fu Cizhou hurriedly protected the candy in his hand, and then saw his father holding a small delicate purple sand cup, sitting on the sofa and taking a sip of tea slowly.

"Dad." Fu Cizhou greeted his father and lowered his head to change his shoes.

Fu Yanting let out a "hmm", raised his eyes and glanced at the candy on his son's hand, and continued to drink his tea.

Fu Cizhou looked at the house: "Where is my aunt?"

"Go out." Fu Yanting said.

Fu Cizhou said "Oh", then turned his head to look at the door.

"Happy New Year, Auntie." Zhu Yu was brought into the house by his grandmother, the smile on his face almost froze.

Fu Cizhou took a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them to him, and pouted at the living room: "There is another one in the room."

Zhu Yu followed Fu Cizhou's gaze, and met the man on the sofa.

"Happy New Year Uncle."

He still looked cute and sensible, and Fu Yanting couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

This is Zhu Yu who beat his son everywhere.

He looked like a kid.

"Well, hello." He responded lightly.

After a cutscene, Fu Cizhou didn't stay in the living room, and directly dragged Zhu Yu to the bedroom.

The heating was turned on in the room, and Zhu Yu unzipped his clothes: "Everyone is outside, it's not good for you."

"What's the matter?" Fu Cizhou found a pen holder and inserted the sugar characters into it, "I wouldn't have brought you back if I had known."

He could see Zhu Yu's nervousness and embarrassment, and it seemed a little strange to go to another family for dinner during the Chinese New Year.

"It's all here," Zhu Yu smiled, "You are really an afterthought..."

"Stop laughing, I'm tired from seeing you laughing," Fu Cizhou rubbed Zhu Yu's hair, "Hurry up and eat later, and I'll take you to see the river lantern after eating."

After a happy meal, grandma piled the vegetables in Zhu Yu's bowl so high that she couldn't finish it no matter how much she ate.

Fu Cizhou sat beside him, Zhu Yu moved his thigh and touched Fu Cizhou.

The two exchanged sneaky glances, Fu Cizhou poked his chopsticks into the rice, lowered his head and chuckled.

What is "weak, pitiful and helpless", he finally knows now.

Chopsticks reached into Zhu Yu's bowl and helped him finish half a bowl of beef. When everyone was full, Zhong Yan began to criticize Fu Cizhou.

"Let's go." Fu Cizhou grabbed Zhu Yu's arm and dragged him out of the room regardless of everyone's objections.

"You're like this! Not good!" Zhu Yu frowned tightly, "At least you should help Auntie clean up the table."

When Fu Cizhou was about to leave the house, he smoothed a thick knitted woolen scarf, and as soon as he lifted his hand, he strangled Zhu Yu's neck: "If you are told to come out, you will come out. Why is there so much nonsense?"

"You're the young master, of course you don't care," Zhu Yu was so angry that he scratched his neck, "I'm embarrassed by your behavior."

"What are you going to do? You are a child," Fu Cizhou frowned, "You think too much, just come to have a meal."

"That's different," Zhu Yu tore off the scarf and threw it on Fu Cizhou, "Uncles and aunts like you will think I'm rude."

"I insisted on pulling you out, so what's your business?" Fu Cizhou felt incomprehensible, "Besides, no one in my parents thought you were rude."

When the elevator reached the first floor, Zhu Yu said "I'm too lazy to tell you" and strode out of the elevator.

He walked so fast that he was not prepared to wait for Fu Cizhou behind him.

Zhu Yu seemed to be afraid of the cold, and always buried half of his face in his collar when he went out.

Fu Cizhou still had the scarf on his arm, and he specially gave it to Zhu Yu.

"Hold."

After cursing, he shook the scarf in his hand, raised his hand and pressed the "15" button.

The elevator door closed, and Fu Cizhou went back.