Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu has only developed half of Fu Cizhou's [-] reasons for anger.

But Young Master Fu's anger came and went quickly, and after a few hours of talking harshly, he stopped talking to him in the physical education class that afternoon.

"Get out." After Fu Cizhou said this word, he accelerated and ran to the front.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Ying hooked Zhu Yu's shoulder and ran around panting.

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou's back, with a dark face as if he was owed millions: "If I knew, would I still be scolded here?"

"You two are really fun. You fight and get emotional every day. You guys don't have as many conflicts as you." Wang Ying asked Zhu Yu to drag himself, and he was out of breath, "And one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Go coax, and start to get angry again after coaxing."

The corners of Zhu Yu's mouth twitched. Although these words sounded like he wanted to hit someone, but after thinking about it carefully, Wang Ying was right.

At the beginning, he still thought it was miserable to have a girlfriend, but now it seems that he is not the same.

"I owe him money," Zhu Yu found an excuse, "I lost his mobile phone, and I wanted to pay him back, but he didn't want it either."

"Old Fu's mobile phone is so precious, have you lost his latest model?" Wang Ying became interested.

"The old one," Zhu Yu said, "more than 2000 yuan."

"I'll go, it's so expensive," Wang Ying said with a painful expression, "Why doesn't he want it?"

"He said his mobile phone was three thousand," Zhu Yu sighed, "I told him about it just now, and I wanted him to make a compromise. I paid two thousand and five thousand, and then he just let me go."

Wang Ying touched his chin: "Old Fu is not the kind of person who cares about hundreds of dollars."

Zhu Yu also thought so, so he was even more confused.

"Is it because he doesn't want you to pay it back, but he's too embarrassed to say it directly?" Wang Ying speculated.

Zhu Yu thought for a while: "What's so embarrassing about that?"

The two discussed for a long time without any results, and their running speed became slower and slower as the discussion progressed, until finally they bumped into Xu Chen who was running at the end.

"Brother, brother!" Xu Chen stretched his arms forward, panting like a vacuum cleaner, "Take me!"

"Damn it!" Wang Ying stretched his neck to look around, "We are the last one!"

Zhu Yu shortened his body and let Xu Chen put it on his body: "You can't do it, just run around the playground twice."

"I can't, I can't run anymore," Xu Chen grabbed his chest, "I'm going to die."

"What are you doing?" Zhu Yu slapped the back of Xu Chen's hand, "You still have heart disease?"

"He has a fart," Wang Ying asked Xu Chen to put his other half on the shoulder, "He's just empty!"

The three of them walked shoulder to shoulder for 100 meters, and it wasn't until they arrived at the meeting point that they realized that the physical education teacher was looking at them with his arms crossed.

Everyone else started to be lined up by the Sports Committee to prepare for the activities, but the three of them were still wandering around here, turning the running circle into a playground.

"I told you to run two laps, and you still laughed, didn't you?!"

Zhu Yu was shocked, and immediately threw Xu Chen on his back on the spot: "Run! Run!"

The three of them hurriedly ran up pretendingly, one or two of their movements were still very standard.

"Run! Keep running!" The physical education teacher picked up Zhu Yu's words, "Run two more laps for me!"

Xu Chen vomited blood when he heard it, and threw himself forward. Instead of falling, he threw Zhu Yu in front of him to eat shit.

The two of them fell into a ball, Wang Ying said "Fuck!" and hurried over to help.

Fu Cizhou was sitting and stretching his arms. He heard a lot of movement behind him. When he turned his head, he saw the physical education teacher Pidianpidian also went to help him.

You can still fall while running, no matter how old you are, it's really good.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Wang Ying saw Zhu Yu's face was wiped with a big piece, and his voice broke out in fright.

That's a face!

Zhu Yu squatted on the ground, first glanced at the palms that he had wiped a meter away from the ground, and only after hearing Wang Ying's words did he realize that his face was also quite painful.

"It's disfigured." Zhu Yu was still in the mood to joke.

"What's wrong with a big man?" the physical education teacher helped him up, "Go to the school hospital and apply some iodophor."

Zhu Yuping held up his two hands and left pitifully halfway to the school hospital.

Fu Cizhou looked at his back, turned his head and frowned at Xu Chen: "Why are you pushing him?"

Xu Chen was already so guilty that he was about to die. Hearing Fu Cizhou's questioning words, he almost knelt down and confessed his mistake: "My legs were weak at that time, and I didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Wang Ying patted Xu Chen's shoulder, "I don't blame you."

Fu Cizhou pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

After ten minutes of stretching, the teacher revealed some information about the spring sports meeting.

A few people who were interested in signing up for the project got together to start training, and idle people like Fu Cizhou who were not interested in anything dispersed in place and slipped to the school hospital.

The last time he came was Zhu Yu's sunstroke, and it was almost a year ago.

The school hospital was very quiet, and the sound of Fu Cizhou's footsteps swayed back and forth, which could be heard far away.

He went to the first floor first, but found no one.

I ran to the second floor again, only to see one or two students who were paralyzed and hanging from the water.

Fu Cizhou stopped while holding the door frame, and suddenly realized that Zhu Yu was a very cowardly person to the hospital, so he probably wouldn't come.

The corner of his mouth twitched, so where did this man go?

While Fu Cizhou was working hard to climb the stairs to find someone, Zhu Yu was slumped in the classroom watching the new elective probability theory that was sent out in the morning.

"My Yu, is your face really okay?" Wang Yingfan straddled the bench and lay down on Zhu Yu's table, "It looks so scary."

"It's just a scratch," Zhu Yu didn't care, "I've been sterilized."

"What did you use for disinfection?" Wang Ying asked again.

"Disinfectant wipes." Zhu Yu said.

"That's not okay?" Wang Ying frowned, "I remember when I fell my mother used to put red medicine on me."

"Here comes the red potion." Xu Chen put a plastic bag on the table, "I also bought you a bottle of Coke as an apology."

"Yes, yes," Zhu Yu stretched out his hand to pick up the Coke, "accept the apology."

"Then why don't you apply some medicine?" Xu Chen sat on Fu Cizhou's seat and unfolded the plastic bag, "How about I apply it for you?"

Zhu Yu unscrewed the Coke and took a sip: "I'll do it myself."

Xu Chen opened the red potion and was smoking a cotton swab when another plastic bag was put down on the table with a "clang".

Zhu Yu looked up and saw Fu Cizhou with a gloomy face.

Xu Chen hurriedly stepped aside, Fu Cizhou narrowed his eyes, saw the red medicine on the table, and glanced again, seeing the wound on Zhu Yu's chin surprised him.

"Master," Zhu Yu took the cotton swab with his right hand, spread his left hand and tapped it perfunctorily, "Where did you go?"

It's true that which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted. Fu Cizhou's distress when he saw the wound was lost by this sentence.

He seemed to be pressing down on Mount Tai, and he just threw himself on the bench.

"Bangdang-"

The cotton swab in Zhu Yu's hand was almost broken by Fu Cizhou's movement. He experienced the atmosphere and understood that the young master was angry again.

The get out of class bell rang at this time, like a BGM, the voice was eager, just like Fu Cizhou's current mood.

"Master?" Zhu Yu stretched out his head, like a gopher out of a burrow, Fu Cizhou wished he could give him a clue.

"What is it called?" Fu Cizhou was so annoyed, "The teacher asked you to go to the school hospital, but you ran into the classroom? You won't say anything?"

Zhu Yu said "uh": "I said it in the group."

That's why Wang Ying and Xu Chen returned to the classroom.

Fu Cizhou's face darkened again. He didn't bring his mobile phone in physical education class.

"Just sew up your mouth if you don't need it." Fu Cizhou looked at the red syrup that had been opened on the table, and then at the bag he brought back, suddenly feeling extremely irritable.

"Back then you were doing exercises," Zhu Yu murmured softly, "I can't run over and tell you that I'm back in the classroom."

Wang Ying and Xu Chen looked at the atmosphere of the two of them in a daze but did not dare to intervene. Fu Cizhou also found that his temper was a bit too big, and began to reflect on himself.

Ever since he returned to Nanhuai after the year, he has been getting angry and angry non-stop.

I just wish Yu a good temper, coaxing him behind his back, and maybe fighting him with someone else.

why?

Why do you get angry so easily?

Fu Cizhou was very confused. He pressed his finger on the edge of the table, picked up the medicine he bought and threw it into the trash can at the back of the classroom, stood up and left the classroom.

"Fuck..." Xu Chen lowered his voice, "What's going on with Fu Cizhou recently, I'm afraid that he will stand up and knock the table over in the next second."

Zhu Yu threw away the cotton swab, walked to the trash can and bent down to pick up what Fu Cizhou had thrown away.

Inside was a bottle of povidone iodine, a pack of Band-Aids, and a bag of cotton swabs.

It took so long for Fu Cizhou to come back after disbanding, so he went to buy medicine for him.

"What?" Xu Chen patted the table, "Bring it to me Kangkang."

"It's nothing to look at," Zhu Yu shook the plastic bag, "Hey... I'll go out for a while."

Fu Cizhou didn't go far after leaving the classroom, so he went to the toilet on the same floor to wash his face.

It's been a while since class is over, and it's estimated that class will start again in a few minutes.

Most of the people in the toilet had left, and only a few stuck people were still pulling up their pants by the urinal.

The water was cold in winter, Fu Cizhou turned on the tap, feeling his fingertips were numb from the cold.

When the class bell rang, he turned around and prepared to leave to see that Zhu Yu was waiting for him at the exit of the toilet with the iodine he bought.

"Why?" Fu Cizhou walked to him and asked in a low voice.

Zhu Yu lifted the plastic bag in his hand in front of him: "Why throw it away properly?"

Fu Cizhou was silent for a few seconds: "I don't need it."

"I can use it, come here." Zhu Yu walked away sideways, and Fu Cizhou raised his heels.

The toilets of Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School are located at the extreme ends of the teaching building, with the male toilet on the left and the female toilet on the right.

After leaving the toilet, there is a long and narrow balcony across the teaching building. Some flowers and plants are planted inside, which is a good place for classmates to play around after class.

Zhu Yu went to the balcony, took out the medicines from the plastic bags, and put them on the fence one by one.

"Master, did you go to the school hospital to look for me?" Zhu Yu tore open the packing bag and took out two cotton swabs, "Don't you know where I don't like to go?"

"I don't know." Fu Cizhou picked up the iodophor and unscrewed the bottle cap.

"Then where can I talk to you in the future?" Zhu Yu grinned, "If you don't have a mobile phone, I'll ask Wang Ying and the others to tell you."

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu's hippie smiling face, as if bit by bit the irritability in his heart was dissipated, weakened, and finally disappeared.

"En." He handed over iodophor, and Zhu Yu dipped a little out with a cotton swab.

"Actually, the fall was a blessing in disguise, otherwise I would have to run again... Hiss..." The cotton swab touched the wound on his left hand, and Zhu Yu grinned instantly in pain, "Why does this hurt so much?"

"Of course iodophor hurts." Fu Cizhou lowered his head slightly, looking at the wound on Zhu Yu's chin, "and rub some on his chin too."

"The red medicine that Xu Chen gave me didn't hurt," Zhu Yu hurriedly wrapped a cotton swab in a tissue and threw it away, "I'll wipe that on when I go back to the classroom."

"Iodophor is better than red syrup," Fu Cizhou put the medicine bottle on the fence, took two cotton swabs and re-dipped iodophor, "Hands."

Zhu Yu pursed his lips and spread his left hand over.

Fu Cizhou pinched his fingertips, lowered his head and carefully applied iodophor to him.

Zhu Yu frowned and made a mask of pain: "Is iodophor better than red medicine?"

The warmth of the boy's skin was vastly different from Fu Cizhou's fingers that had just stirred the cold water.

Fu Cizhou tried his best to keep his movements as light as possible, but he still felt a little distressed when the cotton swab wiped the wound.

"Yeah." He was not in the mood to talk to Zhu Yu, so he gave him a monosyllable.

But Zhu Yu was very interested in chatting: "I don't believe it, did you ask the doctor?"

"I asked." Fu Cizhou said.

Zhu Yu paused: "When did you ask?"

"When buying medicine."

He seriously asked which one was better for disinfection, and then the doctor prescribed a bottle of iodophor for him.

Zhu Yu has nothing to say this time.

He looked at the young man in front of him. He originally had his head down, but he bent his waist as he did so.

It's like myopia, you have to get close to see things.

Applying the medicine is the same, apply it slowly, bit by bit, until finally Zhu Yu no longer hurts, only itching remains.

"Master, don't you want me to pay back the money for your mobile phone?"

Fu Cizhou paused, and then gave a low "hmm".

The sun is good today, shining brightly on the ground, and it is not too cold in the middle of the day.

Classes basically started in the teaching building, and there were a few who were relatively late, and were still dragging their voices to greet the teacher.

Zhu Yu stroked Fu Cizhou's hair with his fingers, feeling a little warm in his heart, but it was more complicated: "Although that little money is nothing to you, it is not small money to me. If I really don’t want it, I’ll feel bad.”

Fu Cizhou finished painting one hand, let go of Zhu Yu's finger, and took the other.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," he still lowered his head, "What I give you is yours."

"You can't say that," Zhu Yu said, "I borrowed your cell phone."

The wound on the right hand was much lighter than that on the left hand, and Fu Cizhou painted it after a few strokes.

He finished painting his hands, threw away the cotton swabs, and took out two new ones: "I don't want your money, you can pay me in another way."

Zhu Yu's eyes lit up after hearing this: "What do you want?"

Fu Cizhou dipped a new cotton swab in iodophor, looked up at Zhu Yu's eyes: "Look up."

Zhu Yu understood that the other party wanted to paint his chin, so he quickly tilted his head back to cooperate.

Fu Cizhou looked at the young man's snow-white neck and protruding Adam's apple, and pressed his fingers on it involuntarily.

"Master, your hands are so cold." Zhu Yu said.

Fu Cizhou got closer, lowered his head and carefully painted Zhu Yu's wound.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"It hurts." Zhu Yu cried with a sad face.

The warm light shone on the skin, reflecting a layer of fine fluff.

Fu Cizhou was so close that even fluff could be seen clearly.

"You haven't said how I will pay for it." Zhu Yu asked.

"I didn't think about it," Fu Cizhou clasped his chin, "don't move."

Zhu Yu shut up and quietly waited for Fu Cizhou to apply the medicine.

After waiting a few minutes, he became impatient.

"Are you ready?" Zhu Yu asked.

Fu Cizhou smeared the wound that had already been medicated again: "Wait a minute."

After a while, Zhu Yu's neck was almost sore: "Isn't it alright?"

Fu Cizhou's fingers wiped lightly on his skin: "It's coming soon."

In the end, Zhu Yu was about to give up: "Is it still okay? Are you doing an operation on my chin?"

Fu Cizhou chuckled, "Close your eyes."

Zhu Yu was puzzled: "Why?"

"If you are obedient, you will pay for my mobile phone." Fu Cizhou said.

Zhu Yu held back and closed his eyes.

Only then did Fu Cizhou straighten his waist.

He pinched Zhu Yu's chin with his fingers, the young man's jaw line was sharp, and it was folded under the ears at a nice angle.

The hair is soft, blown away by the wind, and fluffed on the sideburns and forehead.

Curly eyelashes, raised eye ends, small nose tip, and a little round bead on the upper lip.

I wish Yu good-looking, Fu Cizhou has long thought so.

But until now, he didn't realize that Zhu Yu is so good-looking, the kind of good-looking who wants to take a second look and a third look after just one look.

Fu Cizhou wanted to look at him, but if he really wanted to stare at him, the atmosphere would probably be spoiled by this man's nonsense.

Such a good person, why did he have such a mouth that doesn't speak human words?

If you babble all day long, you will know how to hate him.

"Master?" Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou seem to have a good understanding.

Although he closed his eyes, his mouth was still free, "You don't want to kiss me, do you?"