Salted Toffee

For the age of seventeen or eighteen, saying thank you is too hypocritical.

Especially crying and saying thank you, girly and disgusting.

Zhu Yu pressed his face between his arms, and began to loathe himself after speaking.

It's not that I don't think I shouldn't say "thank you".

Instead, he found that he couldn't do anything else to be grateful except to say something.

"Damn it, don't cry."

Fu Cizhou took out a tissue from his pocket and tore it apart in a hurry.

As a result, half of the paper was drawn, and it was thrown into the river with a shake of the hand.

"Oh shit!" Fu Cizhou hurriedly bent over to fish, disturbing the full moon in the river.

"I didn't cry," Zhu Yu sniffed and pulled the scarf over his face.

"Why are you sniffing snot without crying?" Fu Cizhou unpacked the paper towels he scooped up, cut off the ends and tore off the wet parts, and handed the dry paper towels in the middle to Zhu Yu, "Wipe."

Zhu Yu took the paper towel, but instead of wiping his nose, he put the wet note in it: "Master, you are so kind to me, I'm going to fall in love with you."

Fu Cizhou's phrase "Why do you still keep that shitty note?" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

The fingertips just taken out of the river were still dripping water, Fu Cizhou paused for a while after listening to Zhu Yu's words, then stood up and looked around: "Trash, where is the trash can?"

He began to stutter again.

Absolutely.

From the street to the river, you have to go down a stone staircase, the trash can is on it, and you have to go back.

"Go up, it's dangerous here." Zhu Yu also stood up.

Fu Cizhou turned and went up the stairs first, as if he was afraid that Zhu Yu would steal his way.

Zhu Yu followed behind the other party, pressing the paper towel wrapped with the note in the palm of his hand to absorb the water.

The note was made of poor-quality red paper, which not only smudged with water but also faded, staining the white tissue with a light red circle.

He replaced it with a clean tissue and rewrapped it.

Fu Cizhou's handwriting is really ugly, and he is happy. There are only [-] strokes in total for the four words, and they can all be written crookedly by him.

Simple characters mean simple things.

Happy, happy is the most important thing.

If you don't know how to do it, don't do it deliberately. If it's simple, you may be happier.

Zhu Yu grasped the note and let out a "hmm" in his heart.

happy!

After slipping back, Fu Cizhou's parents and sister-in-law wanted to play mahjong with grandma, so I wish Yu and Fu Cizhou to go home and sleep at night.

Take a taxi, take a taxi and leave.

Zhu Yu followed Fu Cizhou and didn't even have to suffer from the squeeze of the bus.

"Master, do I still have to take a shower today?" Zhu Yu took off his coat and collapsed on the small sofa.

The two long legs were carelessly spread apart, Zhu Yu was wearing cotton slippers on his feet, and a white ankle was exposed between the gray socks and trousers.

Fu Cizhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and even his hands and feet were a little uncomfortable: "Whatever."

He didn't know what happened to him either.

Probably Zhu Yu on the riverside made a joke that seemed very serious.

Love love love, love you uncle!

Is this something that can be said between two men? !

Depend on!

It's not like Fu Cizhou doesn't know that Zhu Yu doesn't have a good mouth, and dares to say all kinds of obscenities.

In the past, he only felt that this person was shameless and that the other party was disgusting him.

But now it sounds like the first reaction is to question the authenticity of this sentence.

What a fool, this sounds disgusting to him!

"Zhu Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou took his clothes and stuck them in the door frame of the bathroom, pointing at Zhu Yu from a few meters away, "you don't want to disgust me from now on."

After speaking, he plunged into the bathroom without looking back, without giving the other party a chance to respond.

Zhu Yu was confused by the warning, rubbed his chin and thought about it, but felt that the title "Zhu Xiaoyu" was a bit cute.

Yu is definitely not Zhu Yu's Yu, Xiao Yu, Fu Cizhou really called him that.

The young master is quite obedient sometimes.

Zhu Yu pursed his lips and smiled, he stretched his waist, got up and walked around the room when he had nothing to do.

This room is huge, twice as big as his room.

The overall home decoration is dark brown, and the furniture is also made of solid wood that doesn't look cheap.

The bookcase next to the desk is huge, taking up most of the wall.

It's just that there are some toy models and sundries on most of them, and there are not many books.

Zhu Yu looked up from the middle layer, and then looked down after reading.

Among them, in the penultimate compartment, he saw a rather familiar ornament.

"Master!" Zhu Yufeng opened the bathroom door hastily, his tone full of joy and excitement, "Do you still have that airplane model?"

Fu Cizhou was just pouring the foam into the water, and was so frightened by Zhu Yu's movement that he almost choked.

"Fuck! What are you doing!"

He even ignored what Zhu Yu said just now, and pulled a towel around his key parts.

The dry and wet areas of the bathroom are divided by partitions, and the shower room is surrounded by a layer of frosted glass, so that you can't see the inside after steaming.

Besides, it's not impossible for the two elders to take a bath together, Fu Cizhou subconsciously covered it up as if to cover up his loneliness.

So he took off the towel around his waist again.

With a soft "click", the glass door of the shower room was opened from the outside.

Fu Cizhou turned around in horror, saw Zhu Yu's face full of excitement and said to him: "Just the model plane outside, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Cizhou threw a towel directly on Zhu Yu's face: "Damn it! Why the hell are you opening my door!"

The towel was half dry, Zhu Yu lowered his head and pulled it off: "Damn it, why are you so excited?"

The shower was still pouring hot water, Fu Cizhou was asked by Zhu Yu, and he fell into a strange circle of confusion.

Is he excited? !

"I don't like being watched when I take a shower." After a long while, Fu Cizhou came up with a reason, "Close the door."

"Get me some water." Zhu Yu threw the towel to Fu Cizhou like a normal person.

Fu Cizhou took the towel with one hand, and belatedly realized that the towel was still around his waist just now, and then went to Zhu Yu's head in the next second.

"..."

Do you want to talk to him.

Otherwise, Fu Cizhou would face Zhu Yu's head, and he wouldn't be able to eat breakfast tomorrow morning.

However, Fu Cizhou didn't seem to have to worry about this problem, because the next second Zhu Yu pulled the hem of his clothes, and directly lifted the sweater.

Fu Cizhou: "?"

"I don't need to change my underwear this time, do I?" Zhu Yu started to untie his trousers after taking off his clothes, "Let's make room, we wash together."

When Zhu Yu was kicked out of the bathroom by Fu Cizhou stepping on half of his trouser legs, he was still in a daze.

He rubbed his half of his buttocks, expressing his puzzlement at the behavior of young master Fu just kicking him without showing any mercy.

"Damn it, I won't let you pick up soap, what are you doing!"

Fu Cizhou's scalp exploded, and he wished he could pick up the shower and sprinkle [-]-degree hot water on Zhu Yu's body.

"Are you sick? Do I agree with you to come in? It's such a small place, can I stand on your head to wash? There is a bathroom in the living room, why are you squeezing me? Are you out of your mind? You are crazy !"

Fu Cizhou's shrew-like anger clearly conveyed to Zhu Yu through the two glass doors.

And Zhu Yu completely misunderstood Fu Cizhou's anger, thinking that the other party was just purely shy.

"If you don't wash it, don't wash it, why are you kicking me!"

"Come in and try again?" Fu Cizhou was almost holding a golden cudgel to enclose a piece of land for himself, "I'm still beating you!"

"Say one more thing?" Zhu Yu hopped on one foot and put on his pants, "Do you believe me when you say I really went in?!"

As if he was really afraid that Zhu Yu would go in again, Fu Cizhou in the bathroom disappeared.

"There are quite a lot of problems." Zhu Yu patted the half-damp hair on his forehead, and ran to the front of the bookcase to look at the model airplane.

He still remembers this airplane model, it was a fighter jet in a very popular cartoon when he was a child.

At that time, he prayed in his heart for Wei Xia to go out at six o'clock every night. If his wish came true, Zhu Qin would secretly turn on the TV and show him cartoons.

He wanted this plane very much, but he didn't dare to say it at all.

The shop windows are filled with all kinds of airplane models, Zhu Yu, who was a child, was afraid that Wei Xia would find something wrong even if he took a look at it.

"What are you looking at?"

"Do you want to?"

"You like to transform into a mecha."

Zhu Yu has an outdated handheld transformer from time to time, but never has a model airplane.

So when he knew that Fu Cizhou's No. 1 test would own the plane, Mou put all his energy into trying to overwhelm him.

Envy now, but jealousy when I was young.

Zhu Yu's little dark side was almost entirely placed on Fu Cizhou.

Envy, envy, envy.

He also really wanted a model airplane.

After taking a shower, Fu Cizhou dressed himself tightly, and then came out of the bathroom.

Zhu Yu was squatting in front of the bookcase, holding his chin with both hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fu Cizhou walked over and kicked his ass with his toes: "What are you looking at?"

Zhu Yu raised his face and looked at the people behind him: "Look at the airplane model."

Fu Cizhou paused while scratching his hair.

Zhu Yu took off his thick sweater just now, and now he is wearing a long-sleeved upper body.

This upward movement elongates the neckline, not only can you see the sharp broken line of the boy's jaw, but also the half-stretched collarbone.

She was lying on her stomach with soft hair, squatting here like a puppy, and if she lowered her butt, she would be sitting on his instep.

Fu Cizhou stroked his lips several times to prevent himself from stammering: "What's so interesting, I bought it a long time ago."

"Did you buy it in the third grade?" Zhu Yu propped up his knees and stood up.

"It should be," Fu Cizhou thought for a while, "You remember it so clearly?"

Zhu Yu put a hand on Fu Cizhou's shoulder, and patted it with a little melancholy: "I wanted it so much back then, alas, I didn't."

"Oh," Fu Cizhou suddenly remembered that Zhu Yu and himself had said this in a joking manner, "So you put your best efforts to get the first place in the exam, and I didn't get it?"

Zhu Yu rolled his eyes: "You still have it!"

"Stop smiling," Fu Cizhou staggered Zhu Yu's gaze, swayed back and forth on the bed and wardrobe, and finally raised his hand to press on Zhu Yu's head, "Go take a bath."

Zhu Yu honestly took his clothes to take a bath, and Fu Cizhou was lying on the bed only to remember that Zhu Yu's head could not be touched by himself.

It was the head wrapped in a towel.

Although I know it's nothing, but there is always an obstacle in my heart that I can't get over.

Fu Cizhou looked at his right hand and got up to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

The sound of water rustling in the shower room, Zhu Yu was taking a bath.

The warm yellow and bright Yuba was turned on, forming a huge contrast with the bluish white light outside the shower room.

And the result of this contrast is that Zhu Yu's body outline is imprinted in Fu Cizhou's eyes like a shadow play.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, another angle is a new difference.

Fu Cizhou washed his broken hands for a minute, and when the shower on the frosted glass side was turned off, he remembered to turn off the faucet as well.

"It's not cold, what kind of Yuba is on?"

He muttered something in a low voice, took off the square towel hanging by the mirror, wiped his hands and prepared to leave.

It's just that I accidentally hooked it on the hook, and the towel didn't hang back, and fell to the ground.

Fu Cizhou bent down to pick it up, and the next second the glass door of the shower room was opened from the inside.

"I'll go, it's so boring." Zhu Yu's voice came from above his head.

Fu Cizhou raised his eyes subconsciously, and a porcelain white ankle appeared in his sight.

Looking up, there are well-proportioned calves, and looking down, there are five round toes.

Fu Cizhou's eyes moved slightly, and finally stopped in the middle - the ankle without socks, dripping with water, and steaming.

"What are you doing, master?"

That foot stepped on the beige tiles, and the knuckles shifted.

As if stepping on Fu Cizhou's heart at the same time, every step is steaming with wet steam.

Fu Cizhou, who was picking up the scarf, only felt that a mushroom cloud had exploded in his mind, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Master, why are you squatting there?" Zhu Yu recognized Fu Cizhou's towel, and directly fished it over to wipe his hair in front of the mirror, "Master? Hello? Are you disconnected?"

After shouting for a long time but no one responded, Zhu Yu turned around and looked down.

Fu Cizhou crouched there and said in a muffled voice, "Go out."