Salted Toffee

After Zhu Yu finished speaking, before Fu Cizhou had any reaction, he laughed himself.

Fu Cizhou took a deep breath, wishing he could stick the cotton swab in Zhu Yu's mouth and stir it well before taking it out.

"Can you show some face?" Fu Cizhou threw his chin, "It's not too embarrassing."

Zhu Yu laughed "Chichi": "So I'm just pretending to be passionate?"

"Come on, stop teasing me here." Fu Cizhou frowned, and put away all the mess on the fence, "Hurry up and go back to the classroom, Lao Chen will slap someone later."

"It's okay, this physics class is very relaxed." Zhu Yu shook his iodophor-smeared hand in the air, "I will send a message to Wang Ying later, saying that you accompanied me to the school hospital, perfect."

"Then don't go back to the classroom now?" Fu Cizhou tied the plastic bag in a knot and held it in his hand.

"I don't really want to go back," Zhu Yu said. "The class is just about the final paper. We both have almost full marks in science and technology. It doesn't sound interesting."

Fu Cizhou thinks about it too. Even if he and Zhu Yu are sitting in the classroom, they do their own thing, and rarely go to listen to the teacher's lecture.

"Where are you going?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Horizontal bar?" Zhu Yu suggested.

The school physical education classes are basically arranged in the first quarter. Now that there are no people on the playground, it is considered quiet there.

Fu Cizhou nodded: "OK."

When Zhu Yu is unhappy, he likes to go to the fitness equipment area of ​​the playground alone.

Especially the high and low horizontal bars, sitting, hanging and leaning, there is always a posture that he feels comfortable with.

Fu Cizhou sat on the sit-up bench next to him, watched Zhu Yu walk around the horizontal bar, and then came back.

"My hand is broken, and I can't hold it up."

In the end, Zhu Yu fell on the plastic track. Although the scratch area was large, the injury was not serious.

He can be big enough to wipe it off with a disinfectant wipe, so naturally he doesn't care about the short-term pain of getting on the horizontal bar.

It's just that the medicine on his hand was applied by Fu Cizhou for a long time before he applied it, and he didn't want to be a human face so he just rubbed it off.

Fu Cizhou stretched out his hand to him: "Show me again."

Zhu Yu shook his hand in the air, as if a little embarrassed, but he handed it to Fu Cizhou: "It's nothing to look at."

The palms of the hands are generally whiter than the rest of the skin, and the tan iodophor is a bit conspicuous when applied on them.

There are still a few red spots on the side, which should be the color of the red potion that was lightly tapped on it before.

Fu Cizhou squeezed his fingertips, exerted a little force, and then let go.

"Pinch me?" Zhu Yu moved his fingers.

Fu Cizhou raised his hand and squeezed his arm again: "No?"

He remembered that the last time he came here to look for Zhu Yu was in summer, at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, Zhu Yu said that the cicadas were dead.

At that time, I was entrusted by Lao Chen, and the two of them were not so familiar yet.

Perhaps it should be said that at that time, Fu Cizhou didn't even think about intervening in Zhu Yu's life.

To him, Zhu Yu was just the one who played better than the other students in the class.

Coupled with the kindness and resentment between the two when they were young, they are essentially classmates.

Beat each other up and make fun of each other.

It is similar to Wang Xuchen.

But that seems to be different now.

I don't know when it started, but Fu Cizhou gradually tended to take care of Zhu Yu.

Buy sugar paintings for him, put river lanterns on him, buy paper notes for him against the cold wind, and drive for hours because of that one joke.

Because of Zhu Yu's tears, Fu Cizhou was able to temporarily hold the speech to speak.

Because Zhu Yu likes to eat peanuts, Fu Cizhou can go back and forth to catch him many times.

And it goes back even further.

Because Zhu Yu was blocked, Fu Cizhou was able to run out of the school in one breath and kicked three ribs off.

So when did it start?

He treats Zhu Yu a little differently.

"I don't want to read at all, I just want to bask in the sun here."

Zhu Yu walked a few steps in front of Fu Cizhou, didn't seem to find any other good place, and finally sat beside him.

"If only I were a tree, planted in the ground, I don't have to do anything, I don't have to think about anything."

Winter is different from summer.

In the summer at that time, the wind was hot, and there was a wave of restlessness on people's faces.

There is no wind in winter now, and the sun is warm and comfortable.

Zhu Yu sat next to him, his arms stuck together through his clothes.

Fu Cizhou looked sideways, stopped for a few seconds and then took advantage of the situation to look into the distance.

A piece of open space not far away has been dug out, and a large area of ​​loess is exposed/exposed to the sun, and it seems that there is going to be a big change.

Fu Cizhou raised his chin: "Go there in a while and dig a hole for you to bury."

"Crime, young master," Zhu Yu smiled and turned his head to look, "We need to plant bamboo over there."

Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School seems to be evaluating a green campus recently, so it has been busy with greening these days.

Fu Cizhou said "Oh": "That's good."

After sitting for a while, Zhu Yu looked down at the scratches on his hands.

Fu Cizhou followed suit, then squeezed his fingers: "Be careful next time."

The sound is gentle and comes with warm air.

Zhu Yu looked up and felt that Young Master Fu seemed to be a different person.

"Master, are you in a better mood?" Zhu Yu asked.

Fu Cizhou raised his eyebrows and quickly understood.

Zhu Yu took him here to skip class, did he think he was in a bad mood to relax for him?

Is this still enough to coax him?

Fu Cizhou's heart warmed, he lowered his head and let out a sigh.

The person who used to have nothing to say no matter what he asked, or even turned his head and left, now he started to think about his mood in secret, and took him out without saying a word to relieve his boredom.

Just a little bit different.

"Well," Fu Cizhou nodded, "it's better."

"Aren't you angry?" Zhu Yu continued his efforts.

Fu Cizhou raised the corners of his lips: "Don't be angry anymore."

Not only was he not angry, but he was also quite happy.

Because Zhu Yu's eyes were shining brightly, as if hiding stars, and looked comfortable.

Fu Cizhou thought of the river lanterns he put on the Yuanzhou River during the New Year. The candlelight hit the water, so bright.

The note on it showed a small fish, followed by a happy heart all the time.

It's like suddenly letting go, and suddenly understanding.

Own awkwardness and worry, moodiness and worries about gains and losses.

His emotions were all tied to Zhu Yu's body, for fear that Zhu Yu would feel a little sad and wronged.

Maybe it's been like this for a long time, but it's just noticed now, or maybe it was discovered immediately the next day after the heartbeat yesterday.

At the original fellowship party, by the Yuanzhou River years ago.

When Fu Cizhou tore off the paper with their two names written on it at the sugar painting booth, he vaguely understood.

"Men can fall in love too."

"love is love."

At that time, he was not sure, and there was a little worry in his confusion.

But now that he saw Zhu Yu's smiling eyes, he suddenly didn't want to care about anything.

He is not a person who is afraid to face his own heart, nor is he a person who hesitates and ponders over and over again.

Once there is a sign of things, he digs deep and finally finds a definite result.

He cares about Zhu Yu.

Extra care.

Although he is not sure whether this "care" is "like".

But it doesn't prevent him from calming down and making his concern gentle and easy to accept.

"Zhu Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou's arm went around Zhu Yu's back, and he rubbed his hair with his palm, "Have you finished eating sugar paintings?"

"Huh?" Zhu Yu tilted his head, not following the fast-moving topic.

"Tell me after eating," Fu Cizhou said, "I'll buy it for you again."

Zhu Yu always feels that something is wrong with Fu Cizhou recently, especially when it comes to himself.

Not only is he not angry anymore, but his good temper is a bit scary.

Wang Ying made a brief analysis and thought that Fu Cizhou must have done something to be sorry for Zhu Yu, so he made preparations in advance, in case Zhu Yu exploded on the spot, it could also act as a buffer.

But Zhu Yu wanted to break his head, but he couldn't think of what Fu Cizhou could do to be sorry for himself.

"Is there another dog outside?" Xu Chen also guessed wildly.

Zhu Yu thought for a while, then turned his head: "You are the dog."

The scabs on his hands had scabbed away, as had his chin, leaving a faint patch of powder.

Usually no one can see it, even Zhu Yu himself has to look up at the mirror to see the color of the skin that is different from other skins.

His face was unusually strong, which was not a disfigurement.

Busy across the early spring, the weather in April is already hot.

Zhu Yu has become used to Fu Cizhou, who is like a pump, transforming into a padded jacket, caring about his health like a father all day long.

Zhu Yu also frankly asked him what was wrong, Fu Cizhou thought for a long time with his chin in his hands, and finally shook his head.

"I don't want to say it yet."

Also playing mystery with myself.

Something must have happened.

But even though Zhu Yu tried his best, he didn't find out about this "thing".

It really is that feng shui turns around and retaliates. At the beginning, Fu Cizhou asked him what was wrong with his buttocks, but this time the two sides reversed and he became autistic.

"You have nothing to guess what I'm thinking about?" Fu Cizhou also found it funny, "Wait a minute, I'll tell you when the time is right."

"I really don't hesitate to listen," Zhu Yu also had a temper, "The relationship between father and son ends here, master."

Fu Cizhou just smiled, holding his chin to see Zhu Yu smiling.

Like looking at your own son, you are making him laugh.

Zhu Yu was covered in goose bumps from the laughter, and raised his hand to scratch Fu Cizhou's face.

Like a kitten, the wrist is easily held by the other party.

"Too thin," Fu Cizhou sighed, "Eat more food."

"I'm happy," Zhu Yu withdrew his hand, "It's very good like this."

He thought Fu Cizhou would say something to him, but the other party was silent for a moment, and then nodded: "Well, whatever you do is fine."

Zhu Yu rubbed his arms, panicked.

After the first monthly exam, Lao Chen finally announced the spring sports meeting that had been rumored among his classmates for a long time.

Zhu Yu filtered a long passage, and finally got two simple messages: it will be held for a total of three days, and you are not allowed to leave school during the event.

In order to prevent someone from slipping over the wall, the class teacher will randomly call the students during the sports meeting, and if they do not arrive, they will be treated as skipping class.

This is so boring.

Zhu Yu slumped on the table and continued to dream of his Spring and Autumn Dream.

"I am." Wang Ying turned to poke his arm, "Do you have anything you want to report?"

Zhu Yu was stunned, and dragged his voice: "No—yes."

"What time did you go to bed last night?" Fu Cizhou interjected from the side.

Zhu Yu buried his face in his arms and remained silent.

Fu Cizhou pinched his ears: "What time?"

"I did the quiz last night," Zhu Yu shook his head, his voice muffled, "You're going to teach me again after you tell me."

"Two o'clock? Three o'clock?" Fu Cizhou brushed away Zhu Yu's broken hair hanging around his ears, "You won't stay up all night, will you?"

Wang Ying leaned back, always feeling that the way of getting along with the two big men behind him was a bit wrong.

The registration form was handed out during the big class break of the second class.

Zhu Yu looked at the small words "Everyone must participate" under the form, and fell silent.

"Why is it still mandatory?" He threw the form on the table, still getting emotional, "I don't remember having one last year!"

"The third year of senior high school will not participate in the sports meeting this year," Fu Cizhou said, "There are only senior ones and senior twos in the senior high school."

"Did you participate in the third year of high school last year?" Zhu Yu asked.

"Did you participate?" Wang Ying recalled, "Didn't our class hang in the basketball game?"

"Isn't that the basketball game in the freshman year of high school?" Xu Chen corrected, "You misremembered."

"Huh?" Wang Ying scratched his hair, "Basketball game?"

The two were stroking the timeline in front. Zhu Yu shrank his neck back and asked Fu Cizhou next to him: "Is there a basketball game in our first year of high school? Why don't I remember?"

"After the sports meeting, it's almost the end of the semester," Fu Cizhou said halfway, as if he suddenly remembered something, "During that time, you were very wrong, and you missed the exam at the end of the semester."

"Ah——" Zhu Yu dragged his voice for a long time, took the textbook on the table and put a card on his forehead, "Don't mention that time to me!"

Fu Cizhou became interested, leaned over and asked, "Talk to me, why did you suddenly skip the exam? You went to the amusement park to play? What did you play?"

"Go away..." Zhu Yu turned his face towards the window, and pushed Fu Cizhou out with his elbow, "Don't mention it, don't mention it, don't mention it."

"As for what?" Fu Cizhou sat back on the stool and read the registration form for the sports meeting from beginning to end. "I don't think you have much energy to participate in the sports meeting."

"I want to sleep at home," Zhu Yu turned himself over, "the kind that sleeps all day long."

Since the beginning of the second year of high school, the two-day break has become a half-day break. His time is too fragmented, and he can't get a full night's sleep at all.

Originally, I hoped that I could sleep with my head covered in the sports meeting, but the school didn't let people out of the school.

"It's so uncomfortable to lie on my stomach," Zhu Yu muttered softly, "I don't even have a pillow..."

Fu Cizhou ticked the 1000-meter run on the form: "What pillow do you want?"

Zhu Yu opened his mouth and closed it again.

Fu Cizhou glanced at him: "Huh?"

Zhu Yu rested his chin on his arm: "I told you, will you buy it for me?"

Fu Cizhou held his reserve a bit: "I'll think about it."

Zhu Yu curled his mouth: "Master, why have you been so nice to me lately? I panicked to death."

Fu Cizhou was amused: "I don't see where you are panicking."

Zhu Yu buried his face in his arms again: "I feel flustered."

Before changing it, he might start talking nonsense.

But now I always feel that Fu Cizhou will really do what he said, Zhu Yu choked up.

There is a very subtle emotion.

Someone would care about what he said.

There was a light rain in early April, and the sports meeting was postponed for a few days, directly occupying the weekend.

Zhu Yu's happiness in the last half of the day is gone, and he has been sluggish all day this week, looking like he is dying.

There were quite a few people around the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building this morning, and Zhu Yu reckoned that it was the first time the results of the monthly exam had come down.

Someone saw him and took half a step sideways.

Zhu Yu heard his name uttered from someone else's mouth.

I guess I'm talking about rankings.

At this time, people like him are most likely to be discussed and ridiculed.

No wonder.

As soon as he entered the hall of the teaching building, Wang Ying chased him up from behind before he stepped on the stairs.

This man was like a small trumpet, with his arms around him, he bumped into Zhu Yu and staggered.

"My Yu, have you checked the ranking downstairs?"

"Looked at it," Zhu Yu elbowed Wang Ying away, "The scene of the car rollover, don't provoke me."

He didn't look at it at all, but he felt like a mirror in his heart about what he did in the exam.

He lost at least [-] points in mathematics. If he can still rank first in this, Zhu Yu really despises Fu Cizhou a little bit.

As for whether I was second or third or fourth, I didn't bother to look.

Not number one, it doesn't make sense.

"How dare I provoke you, I'm here to comfort you," Wang Ying patted Zhu Yu on the shoulder, "It's just a quiz, don't worry about it."

Zhu Yu naturally didn't worry about it, he didn't worry about anything.

It's like this every day, going to class, after school, eating, and sleeping.

There is nothing to rest assured about.

——But there seems to be an accident today.

"What is this?" Zhu Yu looked at the shark doll that he took out from the hole in his table, and he seemed a little unconscious.

"Oh!" Wang Ying snapped his fingers, "Pillow!"

Zhu Yu frowned: "Huh?"

"Old Fu stuffed it yesterday." Wang Ying pinched the tail of the fish, "I said it was for you to sleep in."