Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou is a stupid dog, what he did was stupid.

At least running for half an hour in the middle of the night to buy a piece of paper, Zhu Yu feels that normal people can't do it.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Yu sighed and laughed, feeling a sour feeling in his nostrils.

"It's your fault," Fu Cizhou squeezed into the door, and closed the door next to Zhu Yu, "It's just a piece of broken paper, I'm stern with me, I don't talk, my mind is so small, it's harder than my mother deal with."

Fu Cizhou took off while walking, and threw his coat on the sofa when he entered the bedroom, then went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Zhu Yu rewound the note and walked back: "I was sleepy at that time."

When Fu Cizhou came out of the bathroom, Zhu Yu carefully wrapped the note in a tissue and put it in the pocket of the down jacket hanging behind the door.

His heart softened a little, and he was a little happy, but he didn't want to show it.

"You're so sleepy, you were still playing with your mobile phone there before." Fu Cizhou said.

"I'm looking at the train ticket." Zhu Yu leaned on the bed and turned on the phone.

Fu Cizhou paused, and looked up at Zhu Yu: "Where are you going?"

"Go back to Nanhuai, or go somewhere else." Zhu Yuhua pulled the phone and shook his head, "There are no tickets."

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, how could there be extra tickets?" Fu Cizhou stretched out his hand and pulled Zhu Yu's phone over, "Where are you looking?"

The search history is for some unknown small cities.

Fu Cizhou frowned, and threw the phone back: "It will be New Year's Eve in a few days, where are you going?"

Zhu Yu thought for a while: "I don't have a ticket to go back. I'll take another bus."

"Back to Nanhuai?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you going to your hometown with your uncle?"

"I don't know any of those people."

Fu Cizhou said "oh" thoughtfully: "I don't know a lot of people in my hometown. I do know some people. I don't know them every other year. I went to Qingming a few years ago. Last year I'm not going."

"I went there once during the summer vacation to visit my mother's grave." Zhu Yu put down his phone and knocked the back of his head on the bed. "It's been a year..."

He stopped and seemed to be having a hard time speaking.

Fu Cizhou didn't interrupt, just waiting for his next words.

Zhu Yu rubbed his nose, turned to look at Fu Cizhou, and said, "The death day."

Wei Xia died in midsummer.

On the night of July 43rd, he swallowed [-] sleeping pills.

Wishing Yu that day's birthday, but Zhu Qin and Weixia didn't even smile.

The crying started from choking and gradually amplified, and finally evolved into sitting on the ground and wailing regardless.

Wei Xia was smashing things, and Zhu Qin was persuading her.

Zhu Yu just stayed in the room, and there was a birthday cake with whipped cream on the table.

It was his 16th birthday before he entered high school.

"Crying again?" Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu's eyes reddened, and brought him a tissue.

"I didn't cry." Zhu Yu bowed his head and pinched Qingming acupoint with his fingers.

He has been a little bit emotional recently, and his eyes start to turn red when he talks about anything.

"The day of death, and then?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Then I went to play." When he raised his head again, Zhu Yu rolled his eyes, "Beside the river in the pigsty and cowsty, I wrote three diaries of playing shit for you."

Fu Cizhou felt that he should laugh, but he didn't.

Zhu Yu also felt that Fu Cizhou should laugh, but Fu Cizhou didn't.

"What are you playing on Auntie's death day?" He felt that Zhu Yu couldn't do it.

Zhu Yu pursed his lips: "That's just a casual walk."

If you rank Zhu Yu's 17 years of life in the order of "least want to remember".

In the year after Wei Xia's death, even if she didn't top the list, she could still reach the top three.

He was sleepy and didn't want to mention it.

"Stop talking, go to sleep."

Fu Cizhou turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness.

Zhu Yu pulled the quilt and lay down, staring at the ceiling for a while, he heard Fu Cizhou beside him turn over twice in a row, just like kang pancakes, unable to stop for a while.

"Do you have fleas?" Zhu Yu poked his back with his elbow, "Still can't sleep?"

"Can't sleep," Fu Cizhou said.

Zhu Yu lay beside him like a bomb, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes and persuaded the other party in the same way: "Close your eyes for a while and fall asleep."

Fu Cizhou gave an "um" and fell silent.

Someone grabbed his shoulder suddenly, Zhu Yu opened his eyes again, and turned to see Fu Cizhou approaching like a big dog: "Where are you going tomorrow?"

The other party was lying on the side of the pillow, a little closer to him.

Zhu Yu turned his face back to look at the ceiling, and thought for a while: "Go back to Nanhuai."

Fu Cizhou moved his body and head to Zhu Yu's side, and nestled a comfortable position on the pillow: "Are you celebrating the New Year at home alone?"

"If you let me go back to my hometown, I might as well be alone."

"why?"

"I don't like it there."

"So do you like it here?"

Zhu Yu dragged his voice "um..." and turned around to face Fu Cizhou: "What are you thinking? Let me stay here for the New Year?"

The two were facing each other, their hair scattered on the pillow, almost tangled together.

In the dark, Fu Cizhou heard his own heartbeat was particularly obvious. He touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "Can't it?"

"How could it be possible to celebrate the New Year at someone else's house?" Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "No way."

Fu Cizhou said "Oh", and pulled the quilt to his face: "Then you celebrate the New Year? There are many interesting places in Yuanzhou, come here and I will show you to play."

People seem to be very emotional at night, and Zhu Yu doesn't know whether it's because the atmosphere is too good, or because he thinks too much. He always feels that Fu Cizhou's words are like fearing that he will be alone.

The young master knows how to feel sorry for others.

In order to avoid overwhelming emotion, Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou's face and turned his back to him: "Don't play, go back to Nanhuai tomorrow."

Zhu Yu has never had any plans, and as soon as he thinks about what to do, he does it right away.

If you don't have a ticket, you can find a similar line, make a few more stops, or even take a bus, and you can always go back if you want to.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Fu Cizhou was a little unhappy, "Isn't it still Chinese New Year?"

"I really can't leave after Chinese New Year," Zhu Yu put on his schoolbag, and gave Fu Cizhou a firm hug before leaving, "Thank you buddy."

Fu Cizhou was leaning against the door at that time, and was taken aback by Zhu Yu, but within a second, the other party let go.

"Damn..." Fu Cizhou's brows tightened instantly, "Don't touch me."

When Zhu Yu heard this, he was about to go out, but when he came back, he hugged him again: "Are you afraid of falling in love with me?"

He is like this, the more unhappy Fu Cizhou is, the more happy Zhu Yu is.

If you don't let them get close, you should get closer, and if you don't let them use their hands and feet, they should use their hands and feet.

Fu Cizhou held a mouthful of old blood in his throat, and pushed the person away in disgust: "Get lost, hurry up."

"You really don't want to see me off?" Zhu Yu pouted, "So cruel."

Fu Cizhou took a pack of tissues from the sundries shelf in the entrance and patted Zhu Yu's chest: "I told you to stay here and you insisted on leaving. If you want to leave, disappear quickly. How can you have the face to let me see you off?"

Zhu Yu happily took the tissue and put it in his pocket: "Okay, don't be angry."

"I am not angry."

"Angry."

"No."

"Then hug again?"

"…roll!"

Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yu out, and pulled the doorknob to close the door.

Zhu Yu stood outside the door with his schoolbag on his back and waved to him: "Let's go!"

He also knows how to wave, and he's so obedient.

Fu Cizhou left a small gap in the door, lying on the back and watching him quietly.

Zhu Yu smiled, turned around and pressed the elevator button.

He had to take a bus to the city next door to Yuanzhou, and then transfer to two high-speed trains before returning to Nanhuai.

Compared with the one-day and one-night train sleeper, the advantage is that the high-speed train is faster, and the time spent on the train is only six hours.

But there are also disadvantages, that is, it takes too much time to transfer in the middle, and the bus is scattered, and it is already early in the morning when we arrive at Nanhuai.

Fortunately, I slept well last night and didn't have any dreams, otherwise I really didn't have the energy to do this today.

The elevator door opened, and Zhu Yu walked in.

Before I could press the floor button, the door a few meters away also opened.

Fu Cizhou stretched out half of his body and asked him, "Do you know where the Yuanzhou bus station is?"

Zhu Yu shook his phone: "There is navigation."

Fu Cizhou looked at the lights in the corridor, and rattled the door: "Some navigation is not accurate."

"That's it," Zhu Yu suddenly realized, "Then I can't find it?"

"Maybe...?" Fu Cizhou coughed lightly, "Do you have money to take a taxi?"

"No money," Zhu Yu simply walked out of the elevator again, "You can see me off."

Fu Cizhou was waiting for this sentence, but after hearing it, he still twisted it: "You are really troublesome."

Putting on his shoes quickly, Fu Cizhou habitually put a pack of tissues in his pocket, and ran into the corridor as soon as the door opened.

The clothes of the two are the same, and the fur is flying behind their backs. The young man is in a hurry, and there seems to be wind behind him.

The elevator stopped and did not leave, Zhu Yu bumped into Fu Cizhou, and walked in again with a smile: "I know you can't bear to part with me."

Fu Cizhou's mind was buzzing, and the first reaction in his heart was "How does he know?"

But after only a few seconds, he realized that Zhu Yu was disgusting him again.

It's even disgusting to think about it.

Fu Cizhou didn't know how to go back for a while.

The elevator door was about to close, Zhu Yu pressed the door open button.

"Come in." He urged.

Fu Cizhou's face collapsed, he turned and opened the door and slammed it shut with a "bang".

Zhu Yu: "???"

what happened?Angry?

Zhu Yu's head dropped the question mark "Xusu", and the elevator was almost full.

He got out of the elevator and knocked on the door three times: "Master?"

No one cares about him.

Zhu Yu shouted again: "Fu Cizhou? What's wrong with you?"

Still no one cares.

Inexplicable, simply.

Zhu Yu scratched his head dejectedly, took out his cell phone to see that it was getting late, sent a message to Fu Cizhou and left.

- What's the matter, master?

- what crime have i committed again

These two messages were empty for a whole day, and they were not replied by the other party until almost midnight.

- where are you

At that time, Zhu Yu was checking the ticket on the last train back to Nanhuai, and only saw the message after getting on the train.

He quickly replied, but the small icon on the left of the message turned and turned, but the sending was unsuccessful.

In the car, the network is very poor.

Zhu Yu sighed.

Forget it, tired all day, sleep.

The car was not noisy, but it was definitely not quiet. Zhu Yu said he was sleeping, but at most he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

About three hours later, the train stopped at a station, and Zhu Yu was woken up by several "chug chug" messages.

It's all Fu Cizhou's.

- where are you !

- what about people?

- fuck you!

- no reply?

- You don't answer the phone?

-OK.

- wait to die.

-you are dead.

The shortest interval between messages is 3 minutes, and the longest interval is half an hour.

Zhu Yu's scalp went numb, and he pressed his temple subconsciously.

The next two sentences were separated by 10 minutes, and the full stop was still used, showing the anger that Fu Cizhou, a silly dog, tried hard to suppress but still could not calm down, as well as his extremely irritable and impatient mood.

It seemed that it took 10 minutes to really deal with Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu's message finally stopped going around in circles. He grabbed his hair, pulled two of them and wrapped them around his fingertips.

But why hasn't his message been sent out yet!

Zhu Yu wanted to cry without tears, looking for a signal with his mobile phone, just like a drowning person looking for a lighthouse in the vast sea - almost drowned by Fu Cizhou's anger.

"Young man, try going to the front aisle," said the uncle beside Zhu Yu, "the door is open, there should be a signal."

Zhu Yu thanked him, and hurried over with his mobile phone to send a message to Fu Cizhou.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the aisle, the message was sent.

Zhu Yu hurriedly edited the new information, but it was a pity that Fu Cizhou called directly after typing half of the words in the dialog box.

"What time did you arrive at the station? Didn't you see the message? Didn't answer the phone? What do you want to do? What are you playing to disappear?! Believe it or not, I will go to Nanhuai tomorrow and kick you to the hospital?!"

Fu Cizhou's voice was deafening, and Zhu Yu could still clearly hear the roar in the microphone when he moved the phone half a meter away.

He waited until the other party was comfortable with yelling and cursing, and then he humbly put the phone back on his ear.

"I don't have a signal in the car. I'm stopping at the station now. I just received your message..."

He was explaining when someone bumped his shoulder from behind.

Zhu Yu turned around and saw that the boy was on the phone with a mobile phone just like him.

The boy made an apologetic gesture, and Zhu Yu also waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"It's not intentional not to reply to the message, I really didn't lie to you! I really have no signal, my aunt!"

The boy seemed to be on the phone with his girlfriend, and his groveling look was even more tragic than Zhu Yu's.

I wish Yu Xindao that it's a good thing he doesn't have a girlfriend, otherwise he doesn't know how to settle the score with himself when this happens.

However, in the next second, Fu Cizhou's voice bluffed on the microphone.

"How could there be no signal in the car for several hours! You just deliberately didn't reply to my message! You lied!!!"