Salted Toffee

In such a noisy environment, even if Wang Ying didn't speak, others would still speak.

Not far away is the high jump competition, the cheers are bursting, and I can't sleep at all.

But Fu Cizhou's reminder made Zhu Yu still smile.

"Noisy?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Can't sleep again." Zhu Yu said.

Fu Cizhou's arm was injured, and it was still red. Zhu Yu looked at it and felt a little uncomfortable. He rubbed the other's shoulder against his eye socket.

Fu Cizhou's heart skipped a beat, thinking he was really sleepy: "Sleep in the classroom? There's no sound there."

"Do you have a competition in a while?" Zhu Yu asked, "Two races."

"It's 05:30 in the final." Fu Cizhou rubbed Zhu Yu's head with one free hand. He didn't even want to play the game now. "You sleep until 05:30."

He didn't have the heart to play games at all, the characters hung up under the tower, and didn't even get the line of soldiers.

Wang Ying glanced at Fu Cizhou several times, and when he saw him talking to Zhu Yu, he didn't disturb him.

"Let's play your game," Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou's face back, "Old Wang is going to hit someone."

Fu Cizhou's face was pressed against Zhu Yu's fingertips, feeling chilly, as if stuck to a porcelain vase.

Although the time is only a short second, it is enough to continue the full adrenaline, allowing him to play a few minutes beyond normal to solve the game.

"No more calls," Fu Cizhou put the phone in his pocket, "Take me to sleep at the same table."

Zhu Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "If you want to go back to the classroom, you can go back. What excuse do you use me for?"

Fu Cizhou grabbed Zhu Yu's wrist: "Let's go, let's go, the noise here makes my brain hurt."

Regardless of Zhu Yu's wishes, he forcibly took him to the classroom, and the two dragged him back and forth, making Wang Ying's group look dumbfounded.

"When will my deskmate care about me so much?" One of them said jokingly.

Wang Ying stretched his neck and looked around: "I can't find my deskmate at all."

Abnormal tablemate relationship.

suspicious.

The client, Zhu Yu, was also very surprised why Fu Cizhou was so obsessed with him sleeping. This man was so positive that he even took out the little shark and stuffed it in his arms.

There are many projects in the afternoon, and there are not many people in the class. I guess they all went to the playground.

Fu Cizhou sat sideways on the stool, watching Zhu Yu pat the table lightly: "Go to sleep."

"Why should I sleep?" Zhu Yu greeted the little shark to Fu Cizhou's face, "Are you going to compete in a while? Shall I cheer you on?"

Fu Cizhou propped his arms on the table, tilted his head and supported his chin with a smirk: "Zhu Xiaoyu, why are you like this?"

Zhu Yu raised his eyebrows: "How is it?"

Fu Cizhou said it was not very good.

It is clear that he was awkward and angry with him a few days ago, and even said that he didn't want to talk to him in the morning.

As a result, he was able to sleep on his shoulder in the afternoon, rubbing around like a cat.

Tossing a stick and then throwing a candy, Fu Cizhou was so teased by him that day that his mood was ups and downs, like riding a roller coaster, and he was still smiling from ear to ear after he finished.

I really owe it, is this fucking love?

Love really makes people humble, he admitted it.

"It's three o'clock." Zhu Yu glanced at his phone, "Let's go down."

"Aren't you sleepy?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu took out the iodophor that Fu Cizhou bought for him not long ago from the table hole: "I'll wipe some on you when you sweat and hurt."

This action brings out a toffee, and the red and blue white rabbit pops out like a bow.

Fu Cizhou bent down and picked it up: "I want to eat candy."

"Eat it," Zhu Yu took out two more, "There are more after eating."

Fu Cizhou pinched the candy paper and pulled it lightly, and the toffee wrapped in glutinous rice paper fell into his palm.

It was icy cold, as if it had absorbed the cold of spring, just like Zhu Yu's skin.

"You two look alike." Fu Cizhou smoothed the candy paper and pressed it on his desk.

"Who are you two?" Zhu Yu peeled one for himself.

Fu Cizhou pointed his finger at the table: "Toffee."

It was the first time that Zhu Yu was said to be like a toffee.

"What a silly metaphor." He felt amused in his heart.

People and sugar can't be said to be alike.

But Fu Cizhou was very sure. He was talking about it for fun, but later he became very sure.

"Candy is still toffee," Fu Cizhou said, "it tastes like a white rabbit."

"Candy is sweet," Zhu Yu licked his lips, swallowing the taste of melted milk in his mouth, "I'm not sweet."

Even if people are similar to Tang, he still feels that he is not like Tang at all.

At least this thing is sweet, if it has a taste, it will be bitter with sour and astringent at best.

"No," Fu Cizhou stretched out his arm and put it on Zhu Yu's shoulder, "I think it's quite sweet."

Zhu Yu didn't know where he gave Fu Cizhou the illusion of sweetness.

But the other party must be confusing. In the end, Zhu Yu reluctantly agreed that he was sweet and salty.

At the very least, saltiness is always better than bitterness.

Fu Cizhou's games were more than three o'clock and the other was more than five o'clock. There was an interval of nearly two hours between them. Zhu Yu and his opponent went to watch Wang Ying throw a shot put.

"Hey, 18 meters, it's quite far," Fu Cizhou simply shouted 666, "As expected of Lao Wang, the small body contains great energy."

Zhu Yu instantly understood, no wonder when he asked Old Wang to throw ten meters, the other party said he looked down on people.

It turned out that he didn't grasp the standard lines of this project.

"How many meters passed?" Zhu Yu raised his eyes and asked Fu Cizhou beside him.

Fu Cizhou's arm was still resting on Zhu Yu's shoulder. Hearing the other party's question, he stopped watching the game: "This shot put should be five kilograms, so throw it farther. I used to practice with a standard weight of 7.26. I can probably Push 14 meters? But I'm definitely pushing farther now than before."

Zhu Yu blinked and said in surprise, "Have you practiced this before?"

Fu Cizhou raised his finger and scratched the back of Zhu Yu's ear: "I have practiced a lot."

Zhu Yu moved his head, feeling that the scratched place just now was very itchy, so he couldn't help scratching it.

"Dislike me?" Fu Cizhou scratched again.

Zhu Yu took his hand away: "Itches."

In the early five o'clock, the men's 1000m final.

Zhu Yu took him to the starting point with iodophor.

"Don't jump at people after running," Zhu Yu reminded like an old woman, "I'll apply iodophor for you."

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu dumbfounded: "You are like a rescue team."

"There is a temporary rescue station in the school hospital." Zhu Yu took one last look at Fu Cizhou's arm, "I will take care of you alone."

The speaker didn't mean to listen, and the listener meant it. This word entered Fu Cizhou's ears, and rounding it up was a confession.

"What do you mean?" Fu Cizhou didn't even want to compete in the competition, and he grabbed the plastic bag Zhu Yu was carrying with his fingers and refused to let go, "Why do you leave me alone?"

The referee blew the whistle and wished Yu Lala her own plastic bag: "Let go."

Fu Cizhou refused to let go: "You tell me first."

Another whistle sounded, and the referee gestured to Fu Cizhou, and the crowd outside the track cast their gazes at them with a "swish".

Zhu Yu lost his old face and hurriedly said, "I'll tell you if you get the first place."

Fu Cizhou smiled instantly, let go of his hands contentedly and returned to his runway: "I must be the first."

Okay, wild enough.

Zhu Yu's old face spread another layer on the ground.

He put his hand between his brows, covered his face and ran away.

I can't bear it.

The 1000-meter run is very fast, and it takes about 4 minutes to finish in two and a half laps on the playground.

Without any suspense, Fu Cizhou was the first to cross the line. He even threw off No.2 by a large margin.

Like a silly dog, he finished his master's task and brought back the Frisbee, then "hummed and hummed" and spat out blood, begging for a pat on the head.

"Sweating," Fu Cizhou grinned, showing a row of neat teeth, "It hurts."

The first day of the sports meeting is over, and each class sparsely packs up their desks and goes back to the classroom.

The radio station broadcasts today's class score statistics one by one.

Wang Ying broke into the final and scored 6 points, and Fu Cizhou directly broke the school record and scored 10 points.

The last class ranked first with a high score of 53 points, 2 points behind No.[-].

"That's awesome," Yuan Yixia hooked Fu Cizhou's neck and strangled, "My good guy, you actually broke my 1000-meter record!"

Fu Cizhou raised his arms, which were still chilly.

Before he could say anything, Zhu Yu held Yuan Yixia back: "Don't touch his arm, it's broken."

Fu Cizhou felt comfortable instantly, even if he was dangled by Yuan Yixia, he felt extraordinarily comfortable.

Beautiful to die for.

"I'm in a good mood," Young Master Fu suggested, taking advantage of everyone's hustle and bustle in the classroom, "Let me treat you to dinner."

Wang Ying was the first to applaud, and slapped the table loudly: "Eat, eat!"

There were about seven or eight people in the group, all of whom had a good time on weekdays and were willing to continue booing along with them.

"The crayfish at the back door of the school are delicious," Yuan Yixia said proactively, "It's 100 yuan and two catties, let's order four or five catties of AA."

April is the season for eating crayfish. This proposal received unanimous praise from everyone, and it was decided immediately, hooking shoulders and walking to the back door.

Zhu Yu was the last one, and the classroom was also late.

Fu Cizhou waited at the door and helped him pick a piece of dry grass from his temple.

"Are you rolling on the grass?" Fu Cizhou flicked the dead grass and joked.

Zhu Yu raised his hand and plucked his hair: "It must have been blown up by the wind."

His interest was not high, and he didn't join in the boys' cheers just now.

It's just that everyone was very happy at that time, Zhu Yu thought that no one would notice that he was absent-minded.

But he didn't know that Fu Cizhou had been watching him all the time.

"Don't you want to eat crayfish?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Ah?" Zhu Yu walked out of the classroom, "No, I want to eat."

"You don't look very happy," Fu Cizhou said, "If you don't want to eat, just change it."

Zhu Yu glanced at Fu Cizhou: "What do you mean, I have to change if I don't want to eat? Then they still want to eat."

"I can take you to eat alone," Fu Cizhou waved his finger in the air, pointing in the opposite direction, "Will you go?"

The two of them were at the end, and they were about to run away, and no one knew for a while.

"It's better not to disappoint," Zhu Yu snapped back Fu Cizhou's fingers, "I just think you still have injuries on your hands, and it's not good to eat too spicy food."

Fu Cizhou paused, and then he laughed: "Is it because of this?"

Zhu Yu nodded absently.

"Then I won't eat it," Fu Cizhou touched his face, smiling like a sunflower, "I'll just watch you eat."

Zhu Yu's family was also near the back gate of the school, just across the street from the barbecue stall they were going to.

Wang Ying recognized the courtyard gate of Zhu Yu's house and pointed it out to everyone across the intersection.

Fu Cizhou looked up and vaguely remembered the scene when he ran back to Nanhuai on snowflakes during the winter vacation.

It was in front of this door, on this street, that Zhu Yu ran and jumped on his back in cotton slippers.

"Hey..." He stood behind Zhu Yu's left, lowered his head and whispered to him, "Have you finished eating the candy painting I gave you?"

Zhu Yu squinted: "What? Do you want to eat?"

A car drove past the turning, pressing a blind spot.

A group of teenagers walking shoulder to shoulder were forced to divide into two groups. The one in front ran across the road quickly, while the one behind was pulled back by Zhu Yu's clothes.

"Fuck, rushing to reincarnate?" Wang Ying cursed at the back of the car, "How can you drive so fast on such a narrow road?"

"This intersection is an accident-prone area," Yuan Yixia continued, "People have died."

"When?" Someone asked, "Why don't I know?"

"A long time ago," Yuan Yixia recalled rubbing his chin, "When my parents got married, at this intersection, a student died. He was from No. [-] Middle School, about our age."

"Cursed intersection?" The man said with a smile, "It can't be that student is still here ~ wandering~"

Just as he finished speaking, he was suddenly pushed from behind.

The man staggered and was supported by someone, almost falling to the ground.

"Don't make fun of the dead." Zhu Yu said with a cold face, obviously angry.

Everyone stopped, and those who reacted quickly had already started to smooth things over.

"That's right, respect the deceased," Yuan Yixia hurriedly placed between the two, pushing that person away a little, "Why do you talk about everything?"

"I said it casually," the man scratched the back of his head, as if he knew his slip of the tongue, "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Zhu Yu did not accept his apology, but did not pursue it further.

Wang Ying walked to Zhu Yu's side: "Don't be angry, he will owe you."

Zhu Yu casually said "hmm": "It's okay, let's go eat."

It's like dropping a small stone on the calm water, and when the ripples dissipate, it returns to its previous appearance.

Fu Cizhou walked beside Zhu Yu, raised his hand and passed a toffee: "Eat something sweet."

Zhu Yu took the candy and held it in his hand, not in a hurry to eat it: "Why didn't you ask me what's wrong this time?"

"If I don't tell you if I ask you, it's easy to make you angry," Fu Cizhou pouted, "I just don't ask."

Zhu Yu peeled off the toffee: "You actually want to ask?"

"If you say that..." Fu Cizhou wondered, "I can't lie and say I don't want to."

"I don't need to answer at all," Zhu Yu squeezed the toffee through the glutinous rice paper, "You guessed it yourself."

Fu Cizhou looked at the toffee handed to him, and subconsciously opened his mouth.

Zhu Yu threw it in, simply and neatly.

"Master, being too sharp will be annoying."