Salted Toffee

Just like Fu Cizhou didn't know what happened to Zhu Yu, Zhu Yu himself didn't know what happened to himself.

It may be that you are used to being alone on weekdays, but now suddenly there is someone around you who has done what you should do, and you feel a little at a loss.

Zhu Yu's hypoglycemia was brought out in the womb together with heart disease.

Before Fu Cizhou knew that he had this problem, no one handed candy to his mouth when he was dizzy.

Zhu Yu was used to holding everything that could support him immediately when his eyes were dark, and then took out the rock sugar that Zhu Qin had prepared for him from his pocket, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth to melt it.

He didn't dare to think that anyone could take care of him at all, he just hoped that Wei Xia wouldn't see his embarrassment.

"Zhu Yu" has never had this problem.

Then he shouldn't have either.

He should get good grades, he should be in good health, he should be active, he should be liked by all.

Including Fu Cizhou.

"Is this... okay?" Zhu Yu asked in a low voice, dazedly.

Fu Cizhou pinched the back of his neck, although he didn't know what the other party said was okay, but no matter what, it would definitely be okay.

"Yes, especially," Fu Cizhou hugged Zhu Yu, lowered his head and put his face on the other's hair, coaxing gently, "It will be even better if you take the medicine obediently."

He could feel Zhu Yu's breath, which was slightly hot in the air-conditioned room.

You always have to take medicine when you are sick. Even if Fu Cizhou said he would not take it, he still wanted to coax and trick him into feeding him the medicine.

Zhu Yu frowned, feeling unspeakable sadness in his heart.

Fu Cizhou said yes, whatever.

Is it a good character, or a good acting.

Is it "Zhu Yu" who can, or he can.

"Tired..." Zhu Yu said.

He pressed his hot cheek back and forth against Fu Cizhou's neck, and he felt a little comfortable when he touched the cool skin.

If it is changed to "Zhu Yu", is it the same?

Then if it becomes "myself", is it not allowed?

"I..." Zhu Yu said again, "I am..."

He wanted to tell the other party who he was, but after careful recollection, Zhu Yu himself didn't seem to know.

Who is he, what is his name, where is he from, how old is he.

Zhu Yu all don't know.

His memory was interrupted by a high fever when he was a child, as if everything was emptied directly, so that Wei Xia could re-instill the past in him.

If it wasn't for Zhu Qin's occasional reminder, maybe Zhu Yu himself believed that he was Zhu Yu.

"What are you?" Fu Cizhou asked softly.

Zhu Yu began a long silence.

A few of his words didn't match the beginning and the end, and he didn't know what he was talking about at all, but Fu Cizhou was able to pick up the words anyway, and followed Zhu Yu's words.

"You are wishing Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu wants to drink water." He held the other person's cheek with one hand, and gently wiped the moisture from his eyes with his thumb, "Drink some water, okay?"

Fu Cizhou almost used up all his patience in his life, speaking so softly that goosebumps even appeared on his arms.

The reconciled sugar water was still warm, so he was worried about the kettle in the room, so he bought a cup to fetch hot water from the public water boiler.

To say stupid things to confused people, probably because Zhu Yu also felt that fish and water were inseparable, so he didn't resist very much this time, and obediently drank the sugar water.

Fu Cizhou held the back of his head and fed him bit by bit, while Zhu Yu licked his eyelashes bit by bit.

Like a deer sipping softly by the river, with pale lips covering the rim of the cup, it seems that as long as a dead leaf falls, the whole lake will be shattered.

Zhu Yu is like that lake again, too fragile to withstand a single blow.

Fu Cizhou wiped off the water stains from the corners of his lips, took a piece of antipyretic, coaxed his mouth to be eaten by Zhu Yu, and then patted him slowly on the back.

Maybe he knew what Zhu Yu meant, why he was tired, and who he was.

Of course it would be tiring to live in one person's shadow, but who would think about such a fucking thing.

Fu Cizhou wanted to spread the matter out, shaking Zhu Yu's shoulder and growling to let the other party understand that others are others and he is him.

Even if everyone thinks he is Zhu Yu, but here in Fu Cizhou, Zhu Xiaoyu is Zhu Xiaoyu, this is his little fish, and he is just a little fish.

But Zhu Yu never told him about those things, and he didn't have permission, didn't dare, and didn't want to just expose it directly.

"Take a break when you're tired, eat whatever you want, play whatever you want to play. If you don't think about anything, just miss me, and if you miss me, come to me."

He seems to be telling a bedtime story, "Once upon a time there was a mountain and there was a temple", and the nesting dolls are endless.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

But his eyelashes were trembling, as if he was still waiting for Fu Cizhou to say the next thing.

"I'll take you to play, to see the sea, to get wet in the rain, and to eat spicy crayfish. We can go to Yuanzhou, eat sugar paintings, and release river lanterns. My grandma said he missed you, and he said that you will recruit people just by looking at it." pain…"

"When will you tell me?" Fu Cizhou groped through the quilt, and then gently held Zhu Yu's hand, "Zhu Xiaoyu, are you asleep?"

Zhu Yu nestled in his arms and didn't respond.

"Should be asleep?" Fu Cizhou chuckled, with a little helplessness and bitterness, "Otherwise, what should you do if you heard it?"

Zhu Yu seemed to have had an absurd dream, and Fu Cizhou in the dream was like a fake, so gentle and unbelievable.

For the first time, he felt so at ease before going to bed, as if he was not afraid of anything or worried about anything.

No nightmares and no interruptions.

There is only warmth, and a gentle patting that can be exchanged for with a small movement.

Someone is taking care of him.

It is care that can be tolerated no matter what.

"Hot..." Zhu Yu muttered.

Soon, he heard a few beeps from the remote control of the air conditioner.

Then, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and a hand touched his forehead lightly.

"It's still burning, don't be greedy for cold."

It was Fu Cizhou's voice.

They were very close and slept next to Zhu Yu.

After a while, Zhu Yu started to toss again.

"Cold..." he complained.

The quilt that had just been lifted a little bit was covered tightly again, and an arm pressed against the quilt, hugging him wholeheartedly.

Zhu Yu felt that there was something wrong with him, and relying on Fu Cizhou to spoil him, he began to play a small temper on the spot, hot and cold for a while, and he knew how to toss people.

He turned around and calmed down temporarily.

In the quiet room, Fu Cizhou could be smelled.

It was indescribably unique, and he could feel it when he got close.

There is also the sound of heartbeat that cannot be ignored, "pounding, pounding", which is a healthy and powerful heartbeat.

Zhu Yu moved closer again, and the tip of his nose touched the soft fabric.

Fu Cizhou inserted his fingers into his hair, pressing his head against his chest.

There are clearly two beds, but they want to sleep together.

Zhu Yu heard the beep of the air conditioner again, and he looked up, just in time to meet Fu Cizhou's lowered gaze.

"28 degrees," Fu Cizhou's voice stuck to his ear, all the way into his heart, "is it still cold?"

Zhu Yu shrunk his head, shook his head, and nestled back into the opponent's arms again.

Darkness is the best place to hide, and everything seems to have a reason to vent.

I wish Yu willful and greedy embrace.

Fu Cizhou embraced others indulgently.

If no one expressed objection to exclusion, then the matter would continue as a matter of course.

They tacitly kept silent, silent in the midsummer of July.

But the sky will always be bright, but the short darkness before dawn is an unexpected gift in life.

-Shall I compare thee to a summer?

Fu Cizhou suddenly thought of such a poem.

-May I compare you to a midsummer?

The temperature in summer is 37.8°C.

It was Zhu Yu's slightly higher body temperature in Fu Cizhou's arms.

I wish the rest is summer, the wind is sunny, hot and warm.

Even if it rains occasionally, someone will wipe away the rare moisture for him.

"I wish Xiaoyu."

"I like you."