Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized.

"Young master, are you in a good mood today?"

He pressed his arms on the armrest of the fitness equipment, leaned over and smiled after Fu Cizhou, "I'm still in the mood to tease me."

After learning twice, Fu Cizhou put away the splendor on his face: "It's not bad, just be a bird."

"Oh," said Zhu Yule, "do you want me to call you twice?"

Zhu Yu's hair was a little long, and her soft bangs poked her eyelids.

His lips were pursed, and he couldn't hold back his lips, and he smiled more widely.

The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were crooked, and his facial features were dazzling.

The slender legs are stretched out wide, and although the shoulders are slightly thin, they are well-proportioned and stretched. The basic muscle lines under the thin material are fully equipped, which is only for teenagers.

Although Fu Cizhou has been at odds with Zhu Yu, but in his heart he has to admit that the other party is very good.

At least - as handsome as him.

"Are you in a bad mood recently?" Fu Cizhou finally entered the topic after finishing the preparation.

Zhu Yu scratched his hair, hesitated for a moment before saying, "A little bit."

Fu Cizhou walked to Zhu Yu's side and patted him on the shoulder: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yu tilted his head and did not speak.

"What's wrong?" Fu Cizhou raised his hand and pressed the back of Zhu Yu's head, "Is something really wrong?"

He thought about what Old Chen said today, "You have the best relationship in the class", and he really regarded Zhu Yu as the best one in his heart.

It may have been best for the two of them to fight and fight for more than a year.It's just that they have a high temper and don't recognize each other.

Zhu Yu had a slight smile on his face.

He looked up at the stars in the sky: "I'm thinking about my mother."

Fu Cizhou instantly understood that he was missing his mother.

The death of a loved one is not very comforting, and the missing after that can only be spent slowly with time.

Fu Cizhou thought for a while, and put his hand back on Zhu Yu's shoulder: "My grandma said that after death, people will become stars in the sky."

Zhu Yu smiled softly: "Then watch us from the sky?"

"Probably?" Fu Cizhou's words raised their final syllables.

Although he didn't believe in these things, it was more comfortable to have a physical sustenance than to be confused.

Zhu Yu lowered his eyes, and the smile on his face faded a little.

Fu Cizhou was in a bad mood, and his comfort seemed to be counterproductive.

But soon, Zhu Yu raised the corners of his lips again.

He stretched out his arms and patted Fu Cizhou's arm like a normal person.

"Go back to the classroom, master."

Zhu Yu didn't expect that Fu Cizhou would notice the subtle changes in himself.

In his heart, this spoiled young master should be the least able to notice the differences in others.

But Fu Cizhou really said it.

A little bit out of his expectation.

"Old Chen asked me to ask," Fu Cizhou said to dispel Zhu Yu's doubts.

He said "Oh!", as if he had suddenly realized something.

"What are you?" Fu Cizhou was immediately a little upset, "I don't need Lao Chen to remind me, I can see it. You lie on the table all day like a dead person, and you can't realize that you are blind."

Zhu Yu sighed, as if unwilling to continue talking about it.

The two went back to the teaching building together. They just turned a corner from the stairs. Before they got to the classroom, they saw a row of people standing in the corridor.

Fu Cizhou's heart tightened: "I'll go, it won't be..."

"What time is it?" Old Chen's voice sounded behind them, Fu Cizhou was startled, and subconsciously leaned on Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu was staggered unexpectedly by him, Lao Chen raised his hand and just put his shoulder: "Wouldn't it be better to go home directly?"

Damn, Lao Chen finished the meeting early.

The two of them were caught skipping class, and obediently bowed their heads and pleaded guilty, and went to stand at the end of the row of people in the corridor.

"Skipping class if I'm not here?" Lao Chen looked at the row of people standing from one end of the classroom to the other end of the classroom, and was so angry that the top of his head was full of smoke, "There are still so many people!"

Zhu Yu rolled his eyes, glanced around, and thought that there are still few people here, there are so few who came back early like Lao Chen and were not caught!

"Is it because you have too little homework and you are too busy?!" Lao Chen raised his voice, took the book and knocked his head one by one from front to back, "Go back and copy the difficult road to Shu ten times for me!"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Cizhou raised his drooping head instantly: "Teacher."

Old Chen turned to look at him: "What?!"

"I'll go find Zhu Yu!" Fu Cizhou felt that he was quite reasonable.

He winked at Lao Chen, implying that he was just completing the task he assigned.

"You can't skip class even if you ask the Jade Emperor!" Old Chen didn't give him any face at all, "I wish you copy it twenty times!"

Zhu Yu let out a miserable "Ah?", not understanding why he was in trouble: "Why?!"

Old Chen picked up the book and hit him on the head again: "As a class leader, you still can't lead by example!"

Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes after being beaten: "But I'm not anymore!"

"Isn't it possible to skip class?" Old Chen glared, "Another thirty times to copy back!"

Zhu Yu fell silent for an instant.

Seeing this, Fu Cizhou immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

Even if I still have to copy it ten times, compared to Zhu Yu's twenty times, the rounding can be ignored.

Fu Cizhou put his hands in his pockets, and shook his body back and forth.

Zhu Yu turned his head to look at Fu Cizhou, and the eyes of the two collided in mid-air.

The little touch in his heart brought by the other party's comfort half an hour ago disappeared in the other party's schadenfreude smile.

Sure enough, good brothers are all fake, but rivals are real.

Occasionally comfort the other party's sadness, but most of the time I want to see the other party's bad luck.

Without warning, Zhu Yu raised his hand and slapped Fu Cizhou on the back of the head.

Fu Cizhou was hit on the head a little, and the smile on his face hadn't even faded completely.

"Hold!?"

Before Fu Cizhou finished speaking, Zhu Yu directly pushed again.

Fu Cizhou frowned directly, and amplified the volume of the last classic swearing, and the two successfully fought on the spot.

The previous friendship and harmony came to an end. They grabbed each other by the collar and beat from one side of the corridor wall to the other.

Fortunately, there were many onlookers at the penalty station. After being quickly suppressed, Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou each received another fifty times from Lao Chen.

"Happy?" Fu Cizhou tugged at the hem of his clothes that was about to be pulled to his chest.

Zhu Yu wiped the bruises on the corners of his mouth: "Everyone, each other."

Zhu Yu's face was full of color, and when he came home at night and opened the door, he bumped into his father.

"Did you fight with someone?" Zhu Qin was about to go back to his room to sleep, holding a cup of warm water.

"My friend is playing." Zhu Yu didn't say much, and walked into the room to the dining table, resting his fingers on the table and stopping, as if waiting for Zhu Qin to speak.

Zhu Qin said "hmm": "There is a limit to fighting."

Zhu Yu nodded, and waited for Zhu Qin to walk into the bedroom and close the door before he went into his room sullenly.

Zhu Yu's family lived in an old courtyard, with three households in one courtyard and one courtyard. It used to be a very lively place, but now only Zhu Yu's family has moved.

Zhu Qin planted many flowers and plants in the yard, and one of the white orchids was facing Zhu Yu's window obliquely, and he could see it when the curtain was drawn.

It doesn't grow very tall, and it just reached his window sill recently, spreading out a piece of green branches and leaves.

There was originally a very strong Bailan planted there, at least for more than ten years.

It's just that Wei Xia cut it down before her death last year, and now this is a small tree that Zhu Qin just bought back half a year ago.

Zhu Yu opened the window and moved the piece of green to the side until it was completely invisible in the room, then closed the window again and drew the curtains.

He went to the desk and sat down, turned on the lamp, took out a few sheets of A4 paper, took off the cap of the fountain pen, and began to write silently.

The difficulty of the road to Shu is a class I just took recently, but Zhu Yu will have memorized it a long time ago.

In the past, Wei Xia, Zhu Yu's mother, would always read him those awkward ancient poems.

Zhu Yu was young at that time and couldn't understand anything. When Wei Xia read a word, he followed it.

Over time, I have the impression that if the teacher goes along in class, I will be memorized if I wish Yu to close the book after class.

Fu Cizhou thought that he had a photographic memory, and often looked at his head with probing eyes.

I wish Yu Shun □□ slipped down, and added a sentence "No way, it was born."

Thinking about it this way, I feel cheap, no better than Fu Cizhou.

It's half a catty.

Fifty trips to Shu Road is not a small number, and it is estimated that this matter will not be done seriously on anyone.

But Zhu Yu was surprisingly calm today, just like this, one stroke at a time, one word at a time, and copied two whole sheets of paper.

Just when he copied the third sheet, the phone rang suddenly.

Zhu Yu's cell phone was placed on the table, and the word "Young Master" on the screen was like Fu Cizhou himself, dragging and annoying.

"Damn, answer in seconds?" Fu Cizhou was surprised by Zhu Yu's quick answer.

Zhu Yu let out an "anger", tilted his head and put the phone between his head and his left shoulder: "What's the matter?"

"What are you doing?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Writing about the road to Shu is difficult." Zhu Yu's tone was relaxed, and he even said "噫呵呵" to Fu Cizhou.

"You really copied it?" Fu Cizhou couldn't believe it, "How many times have you copied it?"

Zhu Yu counted: "Eight times."

"Are you insane?" Fu Cizhou seemed to be in a hurry, "You're really fucking copying!"

"You didn't copy?" Zhu Yu was in a good mood, "Old Chen will criticize you again tomorrow..."

"Beep beep-"

The phone was hung up by Fu Cizhou directly, Zhu Yu looked at the time displayed on the screen, and before he knew it, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Then he stopped writing, folded the paper in half and put it in the book.

Time to sleep.

The next day, Zhu Yu woke up early, the room was quiet, and Zhu Qin had already left home to go to the clinic.

A pack of boxed milk was placed on the dining table in the living room, with 100 yuan pressed underneath.

Zhu Yu accepted all the orders, poked open the milk and drank it while going to school.

After [-]:[-] am, it is the busiest time at the school gate.

Quite a few students who were stuck in order like Zhu Yu crowded into the breakfast stalls to buy breakfast.

Zhu Yu bought a multigrain pancake and handed over a hundred-yuan bill.

"Oh, it's so big?" The aunt who sold pancakes wiped her hands on her apron and took the banknote. "Do you want soy milk? Two of them are exactly five yuan."

Zhu Yu had just drank a can of milk and didn't really want to drink soy milk.

But before he could refuse, he heard Fu Cizhou's voice behind him saying: "Yes, I also need to add another pancake, the invincible luxury version of rolled egg ham tenderloin."