Salted Toffee

After listening to Fu Cizhou's words, Zhu Yu's heart was already very delicate, and then the boy turned his face and looked at him, which made this subtlety reach its peak.

What kind of look of sympathy and sympathy is this!

Didn't he realize that there was a man on the other end of the phone? !

Who is the same as you!What are you looking at!

Zhu Yu was in a mess in the aisle, and didn't pay much attention to what Fu Cizhou said on the phone.

After a few more words, the train will start running again.

Zhu Yu hung up the phone, returned to his seat and sat down.

Fu Cizhou sent him another message, asking him to reply to himself when he arrived in Nanhuai.

Zhu Yu replied "OK", but the message started to circle around again.

Is it too difficult?Why can't I just get in?

To put it bluntly, the aisle is not far from here. Is there a shielding device installed on this wagon?

Zhu Yu frowned at Lao Gao, and shook the phone vigorously in an attempt to wake him up.

Someone moved around and stopped beside Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu looked up and saw that the boy who called just now was sitting in the aisle away from him.

"It's too hard bro," the boy said in a light voice, jokingly, "I'll be dragged out and scolded in the middle of the night."

The corner of Zhu Yu's mouth twitched, and in order to avoid embarrassment, he simply smiled and acquiesced.

Only then did he see 03:30 am displayed on his phone.

If Fu Cizhou didn't sleep in the middle of the night, he wouldn't just wait for his message, right?

Zhu Yu is simply unbelievable.

"Women are like this, it's troublesome," the boy added, "Just get used to it."

The expression on Zhu Yu's face almost collapsed: "Yes, is it?"

"Yeah, I didn't see the message before I got in the car, and I couldn't post it afterwards. It was delayed for a few hours, and she directly blocked me." The boy shook his head while talking, "My God, I'm so far away from the last time." It hasn’t been a week since I was pulled from Hega.”

Zhu Yu: "..."

Is it really that scary?

"Is your girlfriend okay?" the boy asked, "I think you're young, you should still be sticky."

Zhu Yu laughed "hehehe" for a while, trying to get away with it.

But after laughing for a long time, the boy's eyes still stayed on his face, as if he had to wait for a reply from him.

Zhu Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "He wants to kill me."

"Awesome," the boy gave Zhu Yu a thumbs up, "You are also a strict wife, so get ready to be beaten up when you meet."

Zhu Yu held back a lot and didn't know where to spit it out. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that except for the wrong "girlfriend" and "strict wife control", everything else was right.

This fucking is Fu Cizhou!

It's troublesome to die, and you have to beat yourself up.

If you can't think about it, thinking about it is tantamount to death.

Turning off the phone, Zhu Yu continued to close his eyes and rest.

An hour later, the train successfully arrived at Nanhuai City.

At four o'clock in the morning, the train station was very lively.

People coming and going carry big bags and small bags to drag their families with them, rushing on the road, eating, and catching up on sleep.

Zhu Yu habitually pulled up his collar to cover half of his face, and was about to take out his mobile phone to send Fu Cizhou a message.

however…

Zhu Yu dug out his pockets, put down his schoolbag and squatted on the ground to search.

The phone is gone.

His cell phone is gone again.

Zhu Yu panicked to death, unfolded the ball of paper in his pocket, and saw the red paper that Young Master Fu bought so hard, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, only lost the phone.

However, the mobile phone was always held in his hand when he was in the car, and he kept it in his pocket when he got out of the car.

That is to say, when you swipe your ID card and get out of the station, people are crowded... It was definitely at that time that you were taken away.

Terrible, someone stole the broken mobile phone hundreds of years ago?

Zhu Yu's eyes darkened, and he wished he could put his hips on the spot and start cursing directly.

Just catch him stealing alone, right?Wool is shaved every season!

"Hey brother."

Someone patted Zhu Yu on the shoulder, Zhu Yu stood up with his schoolbag in his hand, and saw the boy before him.

I met him again, it was really fate.

"What's wrong? Did you lose something?" the boy asked.

Zhu Yu sighed: "I lost my phone."

"I'll go, you're too careless," the boy said, "Now during the Spring Festival travel rush, you have to keep your phone in your hand all the time."

Zhu Yu also knew this truth, but who would have thought that he would be targeted at the moment when he took out his ID card.

"Do you want to call your girlfriend?" The boy took out his mobile phone, "I was reprimanded by my girlfriend just now, it's too bad."

Zhu Yu took the phone with mixed feelings: "Thank you."

He vaguely remembered Fu Cizhou's mobile phone number, and tried to broadcast a past first.

is on a call.

"Could it be that I'm calling you?" the boy asked, "That's too miserable."

Zhu Yu swallowed, thinking that nothing happened at first, but the person who suffered so badly from this person also started to get nervous.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you can call again," the boy waved his hand generously, "I'll go over there to buy some soup cakes, do you want to eat? I invite you."

Zhu Yu still had some change on him, so he quickly waved his hand and refused: "No, no, thank you for your phone, I'll treat you."

They walked together to the breakfast stall next to the train station and ordered two bowls of sand soup and two steamed buns.

After paying the money, Zhu Yu sat on the seat, and while waiting for the meal, he made another call to Fu Cizhou.

Fortunately, the call was answered.

"Master..."

Zhu Yu just said a title, and Fu Cizhou, who was originally quiet, exploded on the other end of the phone.

"Zhu Yu—! Why can't you get through the phone!!!"

Good guy, I really called him just now.

With a "poof", Zhu Yu saw the boy sitting across from him choking on water.

Probably heard the rough and irritable voice of his "girlfriend".

"My mobile phone was stolen again." Zhu Yu raised his forehead, feeling that he would not be able to wash himself off even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

After a few brief explanations, Zhu Yu's steamed stuffed buns with sand soup came up.

Other people's mobile phones are not good for long-term calls, so he quickly ended the call and returned the mobile phone to the boy.

"Then what..." Zhu Yu still wanted to explain, "This is actually my friend."

"I understand," the boy closed his eyes and pressed his fingers down, "love has nothing to do with gender."

Zhu Yu: "..."

Forget it, no explanation.

He lowered his head and concentrated on eating. He had just drank half a bowl of Shatang when the phone rang on the opposite side, and the boy let out a sigh.

"You are quite rich."

With half a bun stuffed in his mouth, Zhu Yu casually said "Huh?"

"Give me six hundred transfers," the boy showed Zhu Yu the transfer record, "Let me give you half."

Zhu Yu: "..."

Not so.

"Can I make another call?" Zhu Yu asked.

"You hit you," the boy handed the phone to Zhu Yu, "I'll eat."

The call was connected, and it seemed that Young Master Fu's anger had subsided a lot this time.

"Master, what are you doing?" Zhu Yu sipped the soup, "I have money in my pocket."

"Do you still have money? How much is it? Is it enough to take a taxi?" Fu Cizhou said.

Zhu Yu thought about it, and his small change seemed not enough to take a taxi, but there will be a bus at five o'clock in a while.

"You're so awesome," Fu Cizhou said in a strange tone, "After sitting for so long, you still have the strength to squeeze the bus. Aren't you afraid that your pants will be stolen again?"

Zhu Yu choked on a mouthful of soup, and quickly pulled a tissue to cover his mouth.

The boy on the opposite side was eating, and looked at him for a while, which made Zhu Yu feel strangely uncomfortable.

"Anyway, I don't need it. Take the money back."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and returned the phone to the boy.

"Excuse me, can you refund him the money?"

"Oh, fine." The boy took the phone, and straightforwardly transferred the money to the other party.

After finishing the matter, he gave Zhu Yu another look, and added: "Your partner treats you very well."

Zhu Yu finished drinking the sand soup and licked his lips: "He is really not my partner."

Believe it or not, I guess I won't believe it.

After eating and saying goodbye to the boy, Zhu Yu waited for the bus for half an hour, and wandered back home.

The room was still the same as it was when he left a few days ago, Zhu Yu threw his schoolbag on the sofa and opened the window to breathe.

There is a computer in Zhu Qin's room, and Zhu Yuqiang logged on to WeChat with great energy, planning to report Zhu Qin's safety.

Mobile consent is required.

Depend on.

What an idiot function.

Zhu Yu scolded her mother and changed to Penguin.

Zhu Qin doesn't use this software very much, and he doesn't know if he can see it.

Just when he was about to quit, he thought of Fu Cizhou again.

Just paste and copy a copy of the same information and forget it.

Insurance.

After returning to the bedroom after work, Zhu Yu didn't even take off his clothes, just kicked his shoes and stuck them on the bed to sleep.

He closed his eyes and arched himself into the quilt a few times. After being dazed for a while, he slowly took off his coat and sweater, buried half of his body in the quilt, and kicked off his pants bit by bit.

so sleepy.

But I can still spare a little bit of energy to smell my own body.

Hmm... a train smell.

Do you want to get up and take a shower?

Forget it, it's not Fu Cizhou's bed.

After sleeping until the afternoon, the sun was almost setting when Zhu Yu woke up again.

He washed his face, took out a bowl of noodles from the refrigerator.

After filling my stomach and doing the dishes, I went back to my room and took out my math book for winter vacation homework and started to do my homework.

The person who brushes the questions brushes the soul of the questions, and the person who brushes the questions is the master.

Although Zhu Yu usually puts on a slack and ignorant look in the classroom all day long, but in private, he will not really stop studying.

After all, it is the best key high school in Nanhuai, and the first grade does not mean that it can always be stable by relying on the money of junior high school and primary school.

Fu Cizhou called him a school bitch, and he deserved it.

After reading more than ten pages in an hour, the difficulty of the questions in the winter homework is generally low. Even if there is no answer, Zhu Yu can guarantee a 99% correct rate.

It’s just that brushing questions without answers inevitably makes people feel a little empty. Zhu Yu stopped writing on the “sixth day”.

It was getting dark, and so was the time.

He looked at the calendar hanging in front of the desk, and it was three days before New Year's Eve.

It's really a New Year's Eve alone.

Nothing fake is involved.

He thought back to this time in the past, when he was placed among a group of strangers.

Others were talking and playing happily, as if even the background board was filled with happy bright red.

But I was out of place, like a cloud above my head, and it was raining lightly wherever I went.

Some people ignored him, some people didn't want to see him, some people looked at him pitifully and gave him a piece of sesame candy to eat. He curled up his tail like a kitten, nestled in the corner and gnawed carefully.

I dare not make a sound even when eating, for fear that I will disturb others.

At that time, Zhu Yu would rather be alone.

But when I was really alone, I began to feel that my ears were too quiet.

Probably because of the headache caused by Fu Cizhou two days ago, the contrast was too big after returning home, so I couldn't accept it for a while.

You get used to it after a while.

Thinking of Fu Cizhou, Zhu Yu got up and took out the tissue from his pocket, unfolded it, took out the red note, and put it under the desk lamp to read carefully.

happy.

Written twice, the words are equally ugly.

He stood up, picked a book he liked from the bookcase, and put the note in it.

Zhu Yu also wanted to be happy, but it was hard to be happy.

If he could be like Fu Cizhou, he would be happy every day.

If someone is with him, he is also happy every day.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

He has none.