Salted Toffee

Things like going out without a mobile phone don't seem to be a big deal.

For example, the owner of the breakfast stall didn't understand why Fu Cizhou was so anxious to get angry.

It's just that I can't find anyone. I wish Yu a healthy limb, and there will be no accidents.

And those who can have this kind of worry on this date probably know something.

Fu Cizhou and Zhu Yu have a good relationship, and Zhu Qin doesn't know how much the other party knows.

He hesitated again and again, and reported the address of a cemetery after a brief silence.

"Today is his mother's death day, I hope you don't disturb him."

After Fu Cizhou hung up the phone, he directly hailed the car and went to the cemetery.

Isn't July [-]rd Zhu Yu's birthday?

Why is it the anniversary of Mama Yu's death?

the same day?

It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?

Fu Cizhou thought that he was very close to Zhu Yu, at least, Zhu Yu could say to himself, "I will go wherever you go".

But now, he felt that there was a cloud of doubts covering his eyes, blocking between him and Zhu Yu.

Fu Cizhou was surprised to find that the "nearness" can be pulled away at any time.

Apart from admitting that he has an older brother, Zhu Yu never said anything to him.

It was as if he had locked himself in a room, no one else could get in, and he couldn't get out either.

Through the window, the sunlight came in. Zhu Yu sometimes stood in the light and talked with others, and sometimes hid in the darkness and remained silent for a long time.

Zhu Yu seems to be cold.

It's cold to the touch.

Fu Cizhou wanted to warm him up, but he couldn't get in anyway.

"呲-"

There was a sharp brake sound, and Fu Cizhou sat in the passenger seat, and he jumped forward suddenly.

Subconsciously put his hands against the front, if he hadn't been wearing a seat belt, he would have rushed directly to the windshield.

The taxi driver has a bad temper, and got out of the car to check the situation after making a loud blunt sentence.

Fu Cizhou settled down and got out of the car.

They were following a small car, which braked suddenly on the way. If the taxi hadn't slowed down at the intersection, it might have rear-ended.

"I want to die! Can't see the red light?!"

Fu Cizhou looked up and saw a group of people gathered on the zebra crossing not far away, it seemed that there was an accident.

Intersections, car accidents, and the Third of July.

A series of fragments almost piece together a complete picture.

"I'm going to die."

"At 15, you will die."

The summer when I was 15 years old happened to be the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination.

A lot of people began to gather towards this side, the taxi driver got back into the car and called Fu Cizhou to get on the car quickly: "I won't be able to get out after a while!"

Fu Cizhou regained his senses and returned to the car: "What happened?"

"Several students ran a red light," the driver turned around, trying to change lanes to leave, "Fortunately no one was killed, otherwise the driver would have died."

As the car passed the intersection, Fu Cizhou glanced at the crowd on the sidewalk.

"The winter vacation is okay, but when the summer vacation comes, the students are running around all over the street, which is very annoying." The driver frowned and complained.

Fu Cizhou was silent and didn't speak, his eyes drooping and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The driver glanced at him, saw that the other party's face was not good, thought that he had said something wrong, and quickly corrected him: "It's okay for older and sensible people like you, just the kind of fourteen or five-year-old children who are newborns. A little thing that a calf is not afraid of a tiger..."

Fu Cizhou listened to the driver's chatter, frowned and closed his eyes.

He took out his mobile phone and called Yuan Yixia.

Yuan Yixia was very surprised by Fu Cizhou's sudden concern. He wanted to tease a few words, but was held back by the other party's overly serious question.

"Ah? The car accident at the intersection by the back gate of the school?" Yuan Yixia seemed a little confused, "I don't know the details, why are you asking this?"

Fu Cizhou didn't bother to explain: "Tell me everything you know."

"I have to ask my dad about this," Yuan Yixia said, "He works at the Nanhuai Police Station, how about I ask it for you at noon?"

"Okay, as soon as possible," Fu Cizhou said, "I invite you to dinner when school starts."

Yuan Yixia smiled: "Small things."

After hanging up the phone, we arrived at our destination.

Nanhuai City is not big, but the cemetery is a bit remote, and it took more than half an hour by taxi to get there.

Fu Cizhou paid the money and got out of the car, and walked to the gate of the cemetery against the scorching sun of July.

There was a flower seller in a shed at the door, and someone greeted him and asked him if he wanted to buy a bouquet.

Fu Cizhou hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

He glanced at the distribution map of the original area, but he didn't think about what to do next.

Although he had great opinions on Zhu Qin, he didn't take the other party's advice to heart.

Since Zhu Yu came here alone, he didn't want to be disturbed.

The other party never told himself about the past, so why did he have to step in.

Forcibly breaking into the heart regardless of the other person's feelings will only be counterproductive.

But Fu Cizhou was worried.

Even though Zhu Qin told him not to worry, Fu Cizhou was still worried.

It was probably because Zhu Yu was too tense on weekdays, so the shattering happened in an instant.

He must look at Zhu Hao standing there alive, even if it's just a glance from a distance, it's enough to make him feel at ease.

Fu Cizhou pushed open the glass door of the management office, wanting to obtain the tomb site where Zhu Yu paid homage.

But when the manager asked the other party's name, Fu Cizhou found that he didn't know Zhu Yu's mother's name.

He stayed at the table for a while, and finally said "sorry" with downcast eyes.

He doesn't know anything.

"It's okay if it's the name of the buyer of the cemetery," the staff member added, "Do you know the name?"

"I only know the surname," Fu Cizhou said quickly, "The surname is Zhu."

The staff nodded: "This surname is not common, let me check it for you."

The scale of the cemetery is very large, and there are many tombstones. Although the scope has been narrowed down, there are still sixteen buyers of the cemetery whose surname is Zhu.

Fu Cizhou didn't know the names of Zhu Yu's parents, and even if there were only six left, he couldn't be sure.

He took out a piece of paper and decided to write down all sixteen tomb sites for a trip.

Just when he wrote the tenth, the staff suddenly sighed.

"This person bought two tombs, both in District 6."

Fu Cizhou lowered his eyes and did not pause.

"Weixia, No. 6, District 33."

"Zhu Yu, No. 6, District 43."

Fu Cizhou raised his head suddenly and looked at her in surprise.

"What did you say?"

The sun in July is hot, although it is only [-] o'clock in the morning, it has already made people sweat a little.

Zhu Yu bought two bouquets of chrysanthemums and placed them in front of the two tombstones in a row.

He didn't stop in front of Weixia's tomb too much, but stood in front of another tomb for a long time.

This is Zhu Yu's tomb.

A name he was familiar with was engraved on the stone tablet, and there was also a boy he was familiar with lying here.

This is Zhu Yu's third visit to him.

The first time was the year before last, that is, the year Wei Xia passed away.

When he and Zhu Qin went to Wei Xia's grave, Zhu Qin brought him here.

"Dad knows that you are sensible and that you are wronged. Don't force yourself in the future, just do what you want."

But Zhu Yu had nothing to do.

He continued to live as before, just like Wei Xia was still alive.

The turning point of the matter was during the winter vacation of that year.

For the first time, Zhu Qin did not bring Zhu Yu back to his hometown for the New Year.

That year, Zhu Qin himself didn't go back. The father and son redecorated the house, especially Zhu Yu's room.

Zhu Yu began to gradually understand that something was different.

He tried to change, but how could the habits and prudence engraved in his bones be changed overnight.

Those old things hidden under the bed remind him all the time that these lives are just what he snatched from the magpie's nest.

He took Zhu Yu's name and had parents.

Learning from Zhu Yu's cheerfulness, he made friends.

If Zhu Yu was still there, none of these would be his.

He has nothing.

Can't even remember my own name.

Some people bloom vigorously in summer, while others are dying in winter.

He only remembered that late night, the hunger and cold were not good.

His parents left him at the gate of the orphanage when he was two or three years old, and he walked away without looking back.

That was the only memory he had of his biological parents.

Also, too lazy to recall.

It was almost noon when we left the cemetery, and the sun was a bit dazzling.

Zhu Yu took out a piece of candy from his pocket and went to the station to wait for the bus while chewing.

I didn't bring my mobile phone with me today, so my ears were surprisingly quiet.

No, it should be said that his ears have been quite quiet these days, and Fu Cizhou seemed to have lost his voice, and he hasn't sent him a message for a long time.

I don't know if it will be posted today.

After all, his "birthday" is today, but it is reasonable to be forgotten.

Zhu Yu didn't report her high expectations, but when she got home and turned on her phone, she was overwhelmed by a bunch of messages.

For the first time since the summer vacation, there was a little smile in his eyes. He flipped through them one by one, and then went back to read them again.

Happy birthday at zero o'clock, Fu Cizhou did not forget it.

But today is not his birthday...

The sudden sadness dilutes the joy just now, Zhu Yu looked at the phone, the corners of his lips slowly drooping.

Today is not his birthday, and he is not very happy.

Being alone is not happy at all.

I don't know if Fu Cizhou has spent enough time outside or if he has returned to Nanhuai.

Zhu Yu sat on the stool, trying to suppress the unhappiness in his heart, and replied to Fu Cizhou.

-Where is the young master?

Fu Cizhou did not reply immediately.

Zhu Yu lay down on the table and waited for a while, but still did not arrive.

He didn't sleep well last night and is a little sleepy now.

It's just that it's not time to sleep now, but Zhu Yu doesn't want to worry about it.

He kicked off his shoes and went to bed.

On the other side, Fu Cizhou was watching Zhu Yu's message at the door of Zhu Yu's house.

A line of "at your door" has been written in the input box, but there has been no reply.

Zhu Yu stood in the cemetery all morning, and Fu Cizhou stood with him all morning in the distance.

After Zhu Yu left, Fu Cizhou went to the tomb to have a look.

A 15-year-old boy, even the small black and white photo on the tombstone is still smiling.

Zhu Yu is dead, but he is alive again.

Who is his little fish?Where does he live?

Why?

Why?

Fu Cizhou didn't know how to face Zhu Yu. If the two of them were facing each other, his distress would definitely not be concealed.

It's dying.

He wants to cry.

Back at his home, Fu Cizhou plunged into the room and stuffed himself under the quilt.

Zhong Yan went to knock on his door.

Fu Cizhou ignored her, and she just opened the door and walked in.

"Your dad has been home for a few days. It's good for you. He ran away a few days ago and saw no one. He came back yesterday. He ran out for me again early this morning. Have you had lunch? If you don't take off your clothes, you will Sleep for me? Get up!"

Zhong Yan grabbed Fu Cizhou's arm and pulled it down on the bed. Fu Cizhou sniffed, shook off Zhong Yan's hand, and buried herself in the quilt again: "Leave me alone!"

"Yo? Are you crying?" Zhong Yan went up to touch Fu Cizhou's hair, "What's the matter?"

"Can you go out?" Fu Cizhou patted the pillow, his voice was hoarse, "Is it beautiful?!"

Seeing that her son was in a bad mood, Zhong Yan sighed and left.

Fu Cizhou's eyes were red, and he wanted to cry, but Zhong Yan disturbed him so much, so he didn't cry.

He sat up again, took his phone and sent Zhu Yu a message back.

-I will look for you.

Then he rubbed his eyes and ran downstairs again.

How about love, he just feels distressed, angry, and reluctant.

If you can't cover it up, don't cover it up, let Zhu Yu know what's the big deal, it's better to have something than to feel uncomfortable here.

He wants to see Zhu Yu, now, immediately, immediately.

As soon as I took the taxi, Zhu Yu's message was also sent.

- Are you in Nanhuai?When did you come back?

Fu Cizhou pulled on his seat belt and bowed his head to send a message to Zhu Yu.

-yesterday.

I came here specially for your birthday.

- Okay, I'm at home, can I invite you to dinner?

-where to?

- I haven't thought about it. Do you have anything to eat?

The conversation with Zhu Yu was so normal, even a little relaxed, that Fu Cizhou had the illusion that Zhu Yu didn't go to the cemetery at all this morning.

- I'm almost there, meet said.

Zhu Yu was still lying on the bed, never expecting Fu Cizhou to come so quickly.

-So fast?

- open the door.

"I'm going?!" Zhu Yu jumped out of bed with a carp, and went to open the door while stepping on his slippers.

He wondered what kind of evil Fu Cizhou had fallen into, and it was only a few minutes.

What's the rush to come here in such a hurry?

With a "creak", Zhu Yu opened the courtyard door from the inside.

It just opened a crack, and Fu Cizhou was like a robber, and he went straight to the door and pushed it.

Zhu Yu raised his head and met a pair of scarlet eyes.

Before he could say "what's the matter", he was strangled violently by the other party and hugged tightly into his arms.

"Why...?" Zhu Yu took half a step back to stabilize his figure, but he still couldn't hold back from asking this question.

"Fuck," Fu Cizhou exerted force on his arm, almost strangling Zhu Yu, "You idiot."