Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu's words were reserved, Xu Ping was far from being smart.

In Fu Cizhou's view, Xu Ping is crazy.

Only a lunatic can say such crazy words and let others save a person who suddenly appeared on the way, regardless of the life of their own children.

"I think she's sick," Fu Cizhou was still angry, "it's really shameless."

Before, he was concerned that that person was Zhu Yu's biological mother, but now it seems that he doesn't need that respect.

Zhu Yu turned his head and rested the back of his head on Fu Cizhou's shoulder: "Fortunately, my dad doesn't agree."

"You think about uncle with your toes, but you don't agree." Fu Cizhou took Zhu Yu's shoulders and let him lean into his arms. "You are his precious son."

Zhu Yu slid down along Fu Cizhou's chest, and finally bent over in a comfortable position.

He had some doubts about Zhu Qin's identity as "baby son", but he didn't dare to say it directly in front of Fu Cizhou.

Not long ago, Fu Cizhou broke into the house and saw who was beating who was still there. Zhu Yu was worried that the other party would point at his nose and scold him, "Uncle, he treats you so well. You are heartless and think he doesn't treat you like that." Be a son?!"

To be a son is to be, but if you are a precious son... it shouldn't be too much, right?

With a "click", the sliding door of the kitchen was opened, and Zhu Yu sat up straight in a jerk, swinging his feet in the air, and instantly distanced himself from Fu Cizhou.

Seeing that Zhu Yu was sitting upright, Fu Cizhou couldn't help but bowed down and squeezed a grape into his mouth, bowing his head and grinning sullenly.

Just like doing something shameful, parents have to avoid suspicion when they come out.

Dacha was kicked on his calves, and his feet were still wearing the flip-flops they both bought together.

Fu Cizhou lifted that porcelain-white ankle with the back of his foot, and Zhu Yu flew out of the slippers, which he hadn't worn much.

"I'll go..." He stretched his toes to reach for the slippers. Fu Cizhou kicked the slippers under the tea table out of spite.

"I warmed up the leftovers in the refrigerator and cooked the noodles." Zhu Qin came out with a bowl of noodles, "Do you want some more?"

Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou shook their heads together.

Eating hot noodle soup on a hot day is fatal.

Zhu Qin said "hmm", picked up his chopsticks and started to eat noodles: "You two asked for leave today, so don't go out at home."

Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou nodded again.

Zhu Qin was mainly afraid that Zhu Yu would meet Xu Ping, and it happened that he didn't really want to go out.

"You are so idle." Zhu Yu lost his own slippers, broke the can and forcefully pulled off Fu Cizhou's slippers and kicked them in together.

Fu Cizhou kicked his calf to the side: "You are similar."

The two quarreled back and forth until Zhu Qin left.

It was just the two of them at home, and it was a waste to turn on the air conditioner in the living room, so they went to the bedroom to toss.

Fu Cizhou saw the photo frame on the bedside table again.

Still stuck there, empty with no photos.

Zhu Yu noticed Fu Cizhou's gaze, and simply sat on the edge of the bed: "Actually, you already knew."

Fu Cizhou glanced at him and admitted generously: "Ang."

"The main reason is that you saw the photo in the remedial class." Zhu Yu held the photo frame upside down in his hand, "otherwise you wouldn't have guessed so accurately."

"Yes, who would have guessed it." Fu Cizhou said lightly.

Who would have guessed that someone would be sick enough to try to copy another.

Who would have guessed that a boy who loves to laugh and fight can bear so much.

It's not so much that you can't guess, it's better to say that you don't dare to guess.

What he could not even imagine was unimaginable happened to Zhu Yu, and it took more than ten years.

"Don't look at me with that look," Zhu Yu twitched his mouth and sighed, "I feel like you're going to tearfully say to me in the next second, 'You...good...poor...ah...'"

As he wished, Fu Cizhou immediately opened his mouth and said, "You... good... pity... ah..."

Zhu Yu gave a "tsk", and greeted Fu Cizhou's head: "Do you owe it?"

Fu Cizhou grabbed his wrist and scratched his fingertips gently: "Hit me? Are you willing?"

Zhu Yu followed with his other hand: "What do you think?"

The two of them are really amazing. The way they get along seems to form a closed loop. After a few good words, they will immediately open up on the spot.

The two rolled around on the bed, pinched each other and fell under the bed.

It's just different from the riot in Yuanzhou, this time Fu Cizhou deliberately protected Zhu Yu, even if he fell off the bed, it would be him as a pad underneath.

"Sweaty and sticky." Fu Cizhou leaned on the wooden floor, panting lightly.

Zhu Yu rested his palms on Fu Cizhou's face and propped up his upper body: "Stick to you and still make trouble with me?"

Fu Cizhou said "I like you, don't you?" he turned around in his mouth and swallowed it back.

He felt that it wouldn't matter if he said this a while ago, but it would be a bit wrong to say it now.

The two get along, and the relationship goes from far to near.

The previous distance gave room for maneuver, allowing them to play and joke with each other.

But the current distance doesn't seem to allow it.

He and Zhu Yu are too close.

Both physically and mentally.

It's all too close.

This distance prevents them from talking nonsense as they like, because after they finish speaking, the other party will take those words back and savor them carefully over and over again.

It's too easy to show flaws, making people grasp the subtle handles and pull out the huge emotions that are pressed in the bottom of my heart.

It's not uncommon to fight with good buddies, but once you really define this kind of behavior and feeling as "like", the other party may walk away in an instant.

Love is armor, but also a weakness.

Fu Cizhou has been unruly in his life, but when he comes to Zhu Yu, he still has to be coaxed.

"Then stop making trouble." Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yu and sat up.

His long legs were bent, stretched slightly, and he kicked the object under the bed.

With a sound of "dong", Fu Cizhou quickly retracted his legs.

"What?" He poked his head under the bed, what looked like a plastic storage box.

"Old things from the past," Zhu Yu seemed not interested in introducing them, and he was not going to let Fu Cizhou continue to ask, "By the way, how many essays have you written for your summer vacation? Do you want me to continue writing for you this year?"

Fu Cizhou thought of Zhu Yu's masterpiece of playing with shit that he wrote for himself back then, and immediately became angry: "You dare to mention this to me? I beat you a year ago and now I can beat you across time. .”

"I'm so wronged," Zhu Yu said, "I did go to my hometown to play shit that summer vacation."

The people in his hometown ignored him, and Zhu Yu wandered around alone.

He talked to the pigs in the pigsty, weeded the cows on the grass, and even went to the river to tie an earthworm to catch shrimps.

Zhu Yu is not a person who likes to be alone, but it is not impossible for him to be alone.

"Just play shit?" Fu Cizhou laughed, "What about this year, did you play?"

Zhu Yu held back a smile and shook his head: "July [-]rd, I didn't play shit, I played with you."

The smile on Fu Cizhou's face collapsed: "Are you looking for a beating?"

"You are much more fun than shit," Zhu Yu patted Fu Cizhou, "I will play with you from now on."

Although Fu Cizhou got Zhu Yu's sentence "I will play with you in the future", but because the comparison object was too disgusting, he was not very happy.

This summer vacation was not peaceful, and Xu Ping did not give up lightly after repeated rejections.

She went to the clinic to beg, stayed at the door of the house, and even went to Zhu Yu's school to make a fuss.

Zhu Qin was overwhelmed by the disturbance and finally chose to call the police.

This method worked for several months, but the neighbors knew about it.

But Zhu Qin didn't care, and Zhu Yu didn't care either. The father and son should work and go to school, and live as before.

It's just that there is an extra Fu Cizhou, who will come to wish Yu's house if he has nothing to do, and then go to school together shoulder to shoulder.

In the pretense of protecting Zhu Yu's personal safety, he picks him up at designated locations and listens to "be careful on the road" every night before turning around and leaving.

Dim incandescent lamps were hung under the old eaves, and mosquitoes flew around above them, reflecting the shadows on the ground.

At the end of July, cicadas are buzzing.

It rained lightly yesterday, and there were puddles of various sizes on the ground.

The street lamp was very dim, and Fu Cizhou stepped on it, making a "slap" sound of water that made the scalp tense.

"Fuck!" The boy jumped to the side with one leg, swore and swung his shoes.

"Look at the road," Zhu Yu felt amused, "I told you to be careful."

"You can't see it at all, okay?" Fu Cizhou twisted his body and complained to him, "You step on it the same way."

They were so far apart that they had to shout to speak.

Fu Cizhou turned his head and waved at him, and continued to walk forward: "Let's go, you go in."

Zhu Yu said "Oh": "Look at the road."

It was windy in the evening, bringing with it a rare coolness in midsummer.

Fu Cizhou's hair grew a bit longer, and when the wind blows, a few strands lift up, showing a warm halo under the cover of street lamps.

"Damn!" He cursed again near the intersection.

Zhu Yu, who was about to close the door, opened it, and a fluffy head poked out from between the double courtyard doors.

Fu Cizhou turned around and saw that there was no boy standing under the eaves.

But the next second, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and Zhu Yu's message was sent.

- which foot is it this time

Fu Cizhou curled his lips into a smile.

-you guess.

The biological parents don't seem to have much influence on Zhu Yu, they just have to pay attention to whether there is anyone blocking the school gate every day after school.

Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School has one main gate and four small gates. Zhu Yu usually leaves school slowly, and after Yuan Yixia and the others go out to investigate the situation, they find an empty school gate and sneak out.

The school is about to officially start at the end of August, and Xu Ping seems to be slowly giving up after her efforts have been fruitless.

For more than half a month, he was not harassed by Xu Ping again.

However, Fu Cizhou still didn't relax his vigilance. He had to stick with Zhu Yu in the classroom for a while every day, and then left after Yuan Yixia Wang Ying reported his safety.

It's just a little different today, Yuan Yixia didn't send a message, but directly called Zhu Yu's cell phone.

"Fuck! Do you want to come out and take a look?!" Yuan Yixia seemed extremely embarrassed on the other end of the phone, "That woman seems to have called someone from the TV station, and the one with the video recorder is crying at the school gate!"

Xu Ping seems to like to sell misery to gain sympathy, but if she really wants to sell misery, Zhu Yu is no worse than her.

Everything the other party did and said could not withstand scrutiny.

Trying to use public opinion to force Zhu Yu to submit, the result of doing so is that she will only be backlashed by the public opinion she caused.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Zhu Yu asked Fu Cizhou not to participate, and insisted on confronting Xu Ping alone in front of the camera outside the school gate.

A large crowd of spectators piled up outside the school, and Xu Ping was crying miserably, telling reporters about her hardships little by little.

"it's him!"

Someone saw Zhu Yu and pointed at him and shouted.

Almost instantly, countless eyes focused on him.

The reporter and Xu Ping rushed up to meet him.

"This classmate, are you Zhu Yu?"

The crowd was crowded, and Zhu Yu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, forcing himself to calm down.

"I'm."

Xu Ping cried and rushed forward: "My child!"

The camera pans to his face, a touching scene of a mother-child reunion.

Zhu Yu pushed Xu Ping away calmly, and said to the reporter, "If you have any questions, just ask."

There was a little surprise in the reporter's eyes, but he quickly came back to his senses: "Zhu Yu, I would like to ask why you are so indifferent to your biological mother, and chose to abuse your adoptive father?"

Zhu Yu was taken aback: "Abused?"

The reporter continued to ask: "Your adoptive parents once had a son with the same name and surname as you, and he died in a car accident 13 years ago. Did you know about this?"

Zhu Yu froze in place for an instant, his mind buzzing, never expecting that the other party would directly throw this question in his face.

"Your adoptive parents are suspected of mentally abusing you, and your biological parents want to regain your custody rights. What do you think of this matter?"

Zhu Yu's fingers trembled, and his whole body trembled.

He felt hot, hot and stuffy, oppressive.

Black and white alternate in front of my eyes, mixed with shaking afterimages.

Pressing questions from reporters, discussions from passers-by, and Xu Ping's crying, twisted into a strong hemp rope, passed through Zhu Yu's ears, grinding his brain back and forth.

My heart was beating so fast that my chest hurt.

The pain spread and turned into excruciating pain in a few seconds.

It's a long-lost colic.

He had a heart attack.