Salted Toffee

Until returning to the ward, Zhu Yu was a little out of shape.

The bed at the end of the bed was empty, and Zhu Qin didn't know where he went.

"I guess he went to the toilet," Fu Cizhou guessed.

Zhu Yu sat on the edge of the bed, nodded absent-mindedly.

"Lie down first." Fu Cizhou lowered his voice, trying not to disturb the clinical rest.

He pulled back the quilt and saw that Zhu Yu's fingers were pressed against the edge of the bed, his knuckles were turning white, as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Fu Cizhou naturally went to hold those fingers, Zhu Yu raised his head, just in time to meet Fu Cizhou's downcast eyes.

"Cool." He held Zhu Yu's hand in his hand and rubbed it.

Before Zhu Yu could take it back, Fu Cizhou picked up the other hand, bowed and stuck it to his neck to keep him warm.

Fu Cizhou's skin was warm, and he could feel a little pulse beating when he put his fingers on it.

Zhu Yu let him come, staring at him without blinking.

Fu Cizhou was able to catch Zhu Yu's gaze at first, but he avoided it more and more as he got to the back, and finally turned his face away from him.

It's dying.

The hot water bottle was placed next to the bedside table. After Fu Cizhou rubbed Zhu Yu's hands, he turned around and poured a glass of warm water into his palms to warm them.

Zhu Yu cupped his hands over the cup, as if protecting something, cautiously.

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold," Fu Cizhou lowered his voice, "If you don't want to drink, don't drink it."

Zhu Yu saw that Fu Cizhou was tucking in the quilt for him, but he didn't know what to think, and grabbed the other's fingers with one free hand.

His mind was not clear, and he did what he thought of.

Fu Cizhou paused and quickly realized.

The finger that was held was hooked up in the opposite direction, and it was wrong with Zhu Yu's finger.

This series of actions took just a few seconds, and Zhu Yu didn't realize what he had done until his fingers clasped the back of his hand.

"cough…"

A soft cough sounded by the door, and before Zhu Yu recovered, he felt Fu Cizhou quickly pull his hand out.

"Uncle..." He stood up, lowered his head and wiped his fingers on the hem of his clothes, obviously a little nervous.

Zhu Qin smelled faintly of cigarettes. He must have gone to the toilet to smoke just now.He nodded and pointed to the folding bed at the end of the bed: "You can sleep here."

"I'll just lie here," Fu Cizhou moved the bench and sat by the bed, "Go to sleep, I'm fine."

The two pushed and fought for a long time, but Fu Cizhou's butt seemed to be stuck to the bench, and he did not move.

Zhu Qin sat on the folding bed for a while, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and lay down to sleep.

He turned sideways and turned his head.

Feet toward the window, face toward the wall.

It's like hiding something on purpose.

It's just that Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou didn't pay attention.

At midnight at twelve o'clock, Fu Cizhou turned off the night light by the bed.

Zhu Yu lay on his side and blinked in Fu Cizhou's direction.

The curtains were not drawn, and there was faint moonlight coming in. Fu Cizhou looked into Zhu Yu's eyes, as if a handful of stars were hidden inside.

"Are you really lying on your stomach...?" Zhu Yu asked in a low voice with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Fu Cizhou leaned on his chin and tilted his head to look at him: "You go to bed first."

I don't know why, but Zhu Yu's heart felt so stuffed that even his toes were actively moving under the quilt.

I can't say I'm happy, but I can't relax every time.

His eyelids kept blinking, his fingers tapped on the bed, and his feet swayed, as if he needed to use these actions to consume the excessive energy in his body.

Fu Cizhou raised his hand to cover Zhu Yu's eyes, Zhu Yu closed his eyes obediently, and scratched his eyelashes several times in his palm.

After a while, Fu Cizhou was also a little sleepy. He withdrew his hands, folded his arms, and bent over to pillow them.

He is tall, so sleeping like this is really hard.

Zhu Yu couldn't be honest for a while, and his whole body was arched to the left of the hospital bed like a caterpillar.

His movement alarmed Fu Cizhou, who stood up to protect his lower back, thinking that Zhu Yu was not sleeping well: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yu lifted one side of the quilt, leaving half a bed free: "Let's sleep together."

Fu Cizhou froze for a few seconds, propped his palms on the bed and smiled.

Unlike Zhu Yu's peach blossom eyes, when he smiles, his eyes will bend into two small crescents.

Fu Cizhou's pupils were slender, and when he smiled, his eyes seemed to be raised.The eyes, which could have been considered attractive, were suppressed by the thick black sword eyebrows, and brought back a bit of hardness.

Probably because of the temperament he cultivated since he was a child, Fu Cizhou's eyebrows and eyes are full of tugging, like the young master of a rich family, there is nothing he can't get.

"Master." Zhu Yu called him.

Fu Cizhou pursed his lips and squeezed Zhu Yu's face: "You sleep on the left side."

He pushed Zhu Yu to the left, and with one long leg, he stepped directly to the right of the hospital bed.

Although Zhu Yu didn't know why Fu Cizhou chose to sleep, but since the other party said it, he would do so.

The single bed was pitifully small, and Fu Cizhou and Zhu Yu, two tall and burly teenagers, slept on the same bed, which was somewhat reluctant.

But neither of them complained, and they looked excited.

"Why do I sleep on the left side?" The two faced each other, and Zhu Yu stepped on Fu Cizhou's leg.

Fu Cizhou smiled and clamped Zhu Yu's feet, and led him into a bad situation by tucking in the quilt.His hand slid across Zhu Yu's shoulder, and then went down, covering Zhu Yu's left heart: "You don't press your heart when you sleep on the left side..."

His voice was very soft, as if it had turned into a stream of air, drifting into Zhu Yu's ears.

Zhu Yu's ears twitched, and he felt his heartbeat was deafening.

He couldn't bear the warmth in his chest, he raised his hand to poke the back of Fu Cizhou's hand and wanted him to bring it.

But who would have thought that Fu Cizhou was quite shameless, grabbing Zhu Yu's hand directly, and overlapping each other's chests.

They lay on the same pillow and could feel each other's heartbeat and breathing.

"Sleep." Fu Cizhou hooked Zhu Yu's little finger and whispered.

Zhu Yu's face was hot, and he muffled his voice under the quilt: "Yeah."

All the unhappiness during the day disappeared, Fu Cizhou felt Zhu Yu's breath so close at hand, and suddenly felt that Chu Yao and girls were all a fart.

Who can hold Zhu Yu like this?

Who else besides Fu Cizhou? !

This is his wish Xiaoyu, his own.

What's his is his, and no one can take it away.

Fu Cizhou slept quite honestly, but there was an exception today.

Zhu Yu had already woken up when someone hugged his waist, his body was pressed against Fu Cizhou, and the four legs of the two were messed up together.

It's not that he and Fu Cizhou have slept together.I slept when I was in Yuanzhou, and I also slept when we went out to watch the sea not long ago.

It's just that the two of them were separated by eight hundred feet that time in Yuanzhou, and he was sick that time watching the sea.

The memory is fuzzy and I can't remember clearly, but this is the first time I have been so close to Fu Cizhou.

October was no longer the time to sweat, Zhu Yu covered most of his face and leaned into Fu Cizhou's arms.

The smell of the hospital's disinfectant was covered up, and what lingered in his nostrils was the faint fragrance of laundry detergent on Fu Cizhou's body.

It doesn't smell very good, but it's definitely not bad. Zhu Yu even smelled it carefully for a long time, and felt that Fu Cizhou's laundry detergent was probably the same brand as his own.

Suddenly, his waist tightened again, Fu Cizhou hugged Zhu Yu tightly, and even lowered his head.

He didn't sleep last night, and he didn't sleep during the day. He should be very sleepy now, and he can sleep so soundly on such a small single.

Warm breath brushed Zhu Yu's face, facing such an unsuspecting young man, he stretched out his hand and touched Fu Cizhou's face.

Fu Cizhou has a straight nose, thin and sharp lips, which can be regarded as a slightly aggressive appearance.

But when he smiles, he is full of naivety, like Alaska who only sticks out his tongue at you, he must smooth his hair well to solve the trouble.

Seventeen or eighteen years old is the age when facial features are finalized. In one more year, will Fu Cizhou's appearance change?

Zhu Yu brushed his fingertips across his browbones and eyelashes, and then touched the bridge of his nose and the tip of his nose.

The boy's skin was warm, with a slight body temperature.

Fu Cizhou frowned, probably feeling itchy.

Zhu Yu suppressed a smile and withdrew his hand.

He was afraid that Fu Cizhou would wake up, so he didn't dare to move too much, but he vaguely hoped that Fu Cizhou would wake up and grab his fidgeting hand.

Do you like it?Otherwise, I wouldn't always hold him.

The corners of Zhu Yu's lips curled up, and while feeling the other's breath, he felt a lot of worry and boredom.

Why didn't Fu Cizhou say it? Did he not want to say it?

Even if the matter of Chu Yao caused them to quarrel, Fu Cizhou still clings to the ambiguous identity of his friend.

What will the two boys do in the future?Fu Cizhou probably didn't think about it.

Do you mind?still afraid?

It would be nice if he was a girl, or Fu Cizhou was also a girl.

If we talk about it, will we be together?With this identity bound, how will I face my family and continue to live in the future?

The corners of Zhu Yu's raised lips gradually receded, and he even remembered that there was another Zhu Qin sleeping at the end of the bed.

Fu Cizhou's finger was still wrapped around his little finger, Zhu Yu lowered his eyes and pulled it away bit by bit.

Maintaining the status quo may be the best way to deal with them, leaving a retreat and being close enough.

One year or three years later, if Fu Cizhou finds out that he likes a girl, he can also send blessings decently, and then watch her live his life as a friend.

Fu Cizhou's life...

Zhu Yu couldn't help but hooked the finger he had just pulled away again.

Who will be by his side in the future, holding his hand like myself and falling into a dream.

That girl had to be tolerant enough of Fu Cizhou's young master's temper, and got used to Fu Cizhou's occasional unreasonable troubles.

She has a good personality, and she must understand that Fu Cizhou's anger is not really angry sometimes. She must know that Fu Cizhou has a hard mouth and a soft heart, and she can save a lot of trouble by lowering her head to coax her a little.

Who would know Fu Cizhou as well as he did, and who would coax him as hard as he did.

Zhu Yu was worried like an old woman, thinking that no woman could stand Fu Cizhou's bad temper.

Or come with me, he quietly tightened Fu Cizhou's fingers.

You can say anything.