Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu was annoyed and looked at Fu Cizhou, but he didn't have any disgusting emotions.

Really annoying or fake annoying?

"I'm annoying?" Fu Cizhou hooked his arm around Zhu Yu's neck, pointing at himself, "I'm annoying and give me candies?"

"Giving you sweets is to make you shut up," Zhu Yu looked at the scratches on the back of Fu Cizhou's hand, and raised his hand to take off his arm. "How can you eat crayfish with this hand?"

"I don't want to eat," Fu Cizhou curled his fingers and hooked Zhu Yu's little finger, "I see you eat."

"Hand," Zhu Yu raised his arm and took Fu Cizhou's hand with him, "Don't touch me."

"Tsk," Fu Cizhou touched the back of Zhu Yu's hand, "Don't you like you?"

Zhu Yu glanced at Fu Cizhou, and opened his hand with a snap: "Get out."

Probably wishing Yu a good face for him, Fu Cizhou was extraordinarily arrogant today.

The words are mixed, the hands and feet are not honest, and they stick to each other's body like a dog's skin plaster.

In the past, I wished Yu Ai to tease him, but now it's nothing if he teases him back.

When the group arrived at the barbecue stall, it hadn't been long since the store opened.

The boss is a strong man with a bare back and wearing a greasy apron, and he is carrying a huge black electric fan to fry lobster.

Yuan Yixia seemed to know the boss, and greeted him warmly before sitting down: "Boss!"

"Hey!" The boss turned his head and showed a simple and honest smile, "What do you want to eat!"

"Lobster, let's get four catties first." Yuan Yixia looked behind him, "Shall we sit outside?"

White plastic round tables set up a small square, and there are some tables and chairs in the store, but few people go in in the hot summer.

"Outside." Wang Ying found a place that looked airy, "just sit here."

A table is quite big, just enough to sit all seven of them in a circle.

Yuan Yixia went to drag an electric fan over, the wires were wrapped around the beer bottle, and Zhu Yu went over to help carry it.

"Brother," Yuan Yixia rubbed Zhu Yu's back, "Qin Xiaoshan is quick-talking, don't worry about it."

Zhu Yu pulled the wire over and threw it on the ground: "It's really fine, don't worry too much about it."

"Do you want to drink?" Yuan Yixia went to fetch beer again, "Let's make two boxes first."

Zhu Yu was so worried about his life, he followed Yuan to move the fan and then went to carry the beer, and finally a group of people smiled and went to the pool to wash their hands, splashing water and playing.

Fu Cizhou must be present on such an occasion, but Zhu Yu grabbed his wrist before he could shake a finger: "Can you still play like this?"

Fu Cizhou quickly put his hand away: "No, I'm washing my hands."

There were still drops of water on his fingertips, and with a slight shake in front of Zhu Yu, a few drops of water splashed onto Zhu Yu's face.

Zhu Yu grabbed Fu Cizhou's wrist and dragged him back to the table: "Don't get wet on the wound."

Fu Cizhou was so beautiful in his heart that he almost turned into a peacock while walking: "Do you love me?"

"Why are you so disgusting recently?" Zhu Yu pushed the person away in disgust, "Sit down."

Sitting on the stool, Fu Cizhou suddenly felt a little unhappy: "Why are you disgusting? I didn't even say you were disgusting."

Zhu Yu used to fall in love with him a lot in the past, but now he despises him?

No one has such a double standard.

"I didn't do anything to you." Zhu Yu sat beside Fu Cizhou and unwrapped the tableware.

"Did I do anything to you?" Fu Cizhou threw a pair of chopsticks to the center of the table, and brought up a few bottles of beer with his hands down, "Do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink it," Zhu Yu took the beer back, "You are not afraid of festering and leaving scars."

"I'm a big man," Fu Cizhou laughed, "Besides, I'm not like you, my skin is tender."

While talking, the boss brought up a pot of lobster.

A full four catties filled a large basin.

The boss was very forthright and took a bag of disposable gloves and told them to use them casually.

Disposable cups were arranged in a row, and Yuan Yixia opened five or six bottles of beer and filled them up one by one.

"It's so hot, drink first!" He picked up a glass of beer, stood up and lifted it to the air.

Fu Cizhou stretched out his arms and brought two glasses for himself and Zhu Yu.

"I've never drank alcohol." Zhu Yu took the glass over, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"The beer is tasteless," Fu Cizhou bumped him with his own cup, "Try a sip?"

Others on the table had already drunk a glass of beer, and Yuan Yixia had already started to yell and continue to refill it.

Zhu Yu sat back on the stool, picked up the cup and took a sip.

"What's the smell?" He frowned and stuck out the tip of his tongue, as if the taste wasn't good.

Fu Cizhou laughed so much that he was about to shake his wine: "Why are you like a cat? Don't taste beer, I'm bored after one sip."

Zhu Yu raised his eyes to look at him: "Be bored first."

Fu Cizhou licked his lips, raised his head and downed a glass of beer.

"Hey..." Zhu Yu suddenly remembered, "You can't drink."

Fu Cizhou pushed Yu's cup with his mouth: "You drink for me?"

"You won't drink after I drink?"

"I won't drink it after you drink it."

Zhu Yu looked at the light yellow liquid in his cup with a little bit of froth floating in it, held his breath, and poured it down like Fu Cizhou did just now.

He had never drank alcohol before, and he did not dare to touch alcohol.

This is the first time he has made a decision by himself.

Just drink it.

"How do you feel?" Fu Cizhou asked with a smile.

Zhu Yu smacked his tongue: "It's hard to drink."

"You still have to eat when you drink." Fu Cizhou took a few disposable gloves and handed them to Zhu Yu. "Eat some lobster to taste it."

As Fu Cizhou said, he also put one on for himself.

It's just that the back of his right hand was bruised badly, and the plastic glove was attached to the wound, which hurt a little.

"Don't be like this, the peppery wound hurts even more if the glove is torn." Zhu Yu took off the glove on Fu Cizhou's right hand, "Besides, don't you want to eat it?"

Fu Cizhou put his hand away: "Is it so cruel?"

Really don't give him food.

"I also ordered some skewers, and they will be served in a while," Yuan Yixia put another bottle of freshly opened beer in front of Zhu Yu, "Old Fu, you can eat the skewers if your hands are inconvenient."

"But I prefer to eat lobster," Fu Cizhou looked at the people around him smacking and smacking, his mouth was terribly greedy, "I can actually peel the shrimp with my mouth..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an extra shrimp in the small bowl in front of Fu Cizhou.

"Huh?" Fu Cizhou, who was still talking to Yuan Yixia just now, turned his head quickly.

Zhu Yuzheng was eating the shrimp heads with downcast eyes, and there were peeled shrimp shells beside the bowl.

"Don't look at me," Zhu Yu threw the shrimp head on the table, "You don't need to peel the shrimp when it's on the skewer."

Fu Cizhou curled his mouth, bent his body and rubbed his forehead against Zhu Yu's shoulder: "Zhu... Xiao... Yu."

"Damn," Yuan Yixia couldn't stand it anymore, "what are you two doing?"

"Leave them alone," Wang Ying pulled Yuan Yixia back, "Eat shrimp, eat shrimp."

The four catties of crayfish were quickly dealt with. After drinking two baskets of beer, another four catties of lobsters were added.

Zhu Yu talked and pointed at Fu Cizhou to peel the shrimps on the skewers, but the skewers were all eaten, so he was still peeling the shrimps for Fu Cizhou.

"You should eat less spicy food." Zhu Yu's mouth was red with spicy food, and he seemed a little drunk after drinking a few glasses of beer.

"Yeah." Fu Cizhou nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, wishing he could hug Zhu Yu and rub him hard.

"Come, come," someone stood up to persuade him to drink after eating for a while, "have another drink."

Zhu Yu put down the crayfish in his hand, and then stood up to hold the cup.

"You can drink well." Fu Cizhou clinked a glass with him.

Zhu Yu's face was flushed, and he looked down at the beer, looking a little dumbfounded: "No, I'm going to be drunk."

"People who are really drunk never say they are drunk." Fu Cizhou stopped his eyes on Zhu Yu's face, and drank the beer with a lift of his wrist.

"Then are you drunk?" Zhu Yu asked.

"Are you drunk?" Fu Cizhou raised his hand and wiped his side face with the back of his index finger, "You are blushing."

"I'm serious," Zhu Yu held the glass and drank another half of it, "I'm dizzy."

He spoke very slowly, as if with a milky voice.

Every word seems to be kneaded into Fu Cizhou's heart, which makes people like it when they hear it.

"It's okay to be drunk," Fu Cizhou approached Zhu Yu, and said softly, "I'll carry you."

Fu Cizhou's words became a prophecy, and Zhu Yu was finally recited out of the barbecue stall by him.

"I only drank a few glasses of beer, and there are not three bottles in total," Yuan Yixia looked down on Zhu Yu's drinking capacity. "I'm so drunk that I can't get up? I still want to sing!"

"He has never drunk, how can he compare with you?" Fu Cizhou carried Zhu Yu on his back, and looked sideways at the other party's flushed face, "I paid for the meal, go sing and sing, I won't go."

Yuan Yixia stayed a few words, Fu Cizhou's thoughts were all on Zhu Yu, and he didn't want to go crazy with these brats.

The two left first, Zhu Yu couldn't hear the noisy laughter in his ears, and opened his eyes to look.

"Huh?" He muffled a question, and it took him a long time to realize that he was on Fu Cizhou's back.

"Can't drink so much?" Fu Cizhou turned the boy on his back, "If I send you home, uncle won't scold me, will he?"

"Fu Cizhou..." Zhu Yu didn't answer, but just dragged his voice to read his name.

"What's wrong?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu frowned, and turned his face on Fu Cizhou's shoulder.

"Angry?" Fu Cizhou asked with a smile.

Zhu Yu seems to be particularly sensitive to these three words, even if he is drunk, he can still get upset.

Zhu Yu let out a "huh" and stopped talking.

"Why are you angry?" Fu Cizhou seemed to be coaxing a child, with 12 points of patience.

Zhu Yu folded his arms hanging in front of him and wrapped them around Fu Cizhou's neck.

The warm breath was on the side of his face, mixed with the cool night wind, with a faint smell of alcohol.

"Fu Cizhou..." Zhu Yu shouted again.

There was a smile on Fu Cizhou's lips: "Here."

Calling his name over and over again is really, unbearable.

"Fu Cizhou..."

"what?"

"I've been drinking."

"Uncle won't let you drink?"

"No."

"What's the matter?"

Zhu Yu was silent for a moment, then suddenly sniffed: "I've been drinking..."

It is a decision made without anyone's consent.

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't know whether he should drink it or not.

Wei Xia died, and no one told him what to do next.

It was like walking in the dark and suddenly lost the compass.

All things have inertia.

They all want to maintain the original state of motion.

Zhu Yu is too.

He stayed in a shell for a long time, and was suddenly taken away one day, but he was a little at a loss.

Zhu Yu didn't know what role he should play after he was 15 years old.

Should we drink or not, should we rebel?

Do you play petty temper and quarrel with your parents, or continue to be a good student.

He wants to break the deadlock and go crazy to try everything he hasn't touched.

But no, Fu Cizhou pulled him back.

"It's already autumn, and the cicadas are already dead."

"Actually, if you listen carefully, you still know something."

In the evening at the end of summer, a young man made a foolish "squeak" twice.

Zhu Yu thinks it's good to continue like this.

If you can't get out of that shell, you will continue to stay in it.

Fu Cizhou carried the man to the intersection, and he was a few steps away from Zhu Yu's house.

How come so soon?

Fu Cizhou slowed down and looked at the street lamps overlapping their shadows: "Zhu Xiaoyu, are you drunk?"

Zhu Yu let out a "hmm" and retracted his arm again.

Fu Cizhou smiled: "Then are you happy today?"

Zhu Yu nodded, then shook his head again.

"Where are you happy?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Drinking!" Zhu Yu replied excitedly.

"Then why are you unhappy?" Fu Cizhou asked again.

Zhu Yu's excitement disappeared in an instant. He lay on Fu Cizhou's back and was silent for a while before saying: "I will die."

Fu Cizhou paused: "What did you say?"

"15 years old," Zhu Yu put his face on Fu Cizhou's body, as if looking for a little support in the confused void, "I will die."