Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou went to Zhu Yu's house early in the morning and knocked on the door. After returning to school with a hot face and a cold butt, he had already finished his morning self-study.

There are people in the corridors of the stairwell, running around with mops and brooms, it's annoying to watch.

Lao Chen called him twice on his mobile phone, but Fu Cizhou didn't answer him. If he met him later, he would probably scold him to death.

"Fu Cizhou!"

Old Chen was full of anger when he roared, Fu Cizhou put his hands in his pockets, and very consciously stood at the door of the classroom as punishment.

"Where did you go!" Lao Chen had the paperwork in his hand, and without saving him face, he just slapped his shoulders, "What's your attitude towards studying in the third year of high school?! It's either asking for leave or skipping classes! What do you want to do!"

Hearing Lao Chen's scolding, Fu Cizhou suddenly felt terribly annoying. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he felt tired talking.

He simply didn't even stand properly as a punishment, leaning against the wall, he thought he was basking in the sun.

The students in the third year of high school are the most difficult to manage. They are stuck on the line of adulthood, and they can't be beaten or scolded. Not only must they supervise their studies, but they must also care about their psychology.

Old Chen always babbled, called Fu Cizhou to the office, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah, and then let him go back.

Fu Cizhou's left ear went in and out of his right ear, like taking out the trash, and he didn't remember anything when he left the office door.

It's so annoying, Zhu Yu has done things too badly, and the confession failed, and he didn't even have a friend?

You're so cruel that you don't even look at yourself?

Fu Cizhou was not only a little sad, but also suffocated in his heart.

More than half a month has passed, and the other party has always had this indifferent and indifferent attitude. It might be better if the two of them were not together, but he and Zhu Yu sat together every day, and they were still so close before. Who can stand such cold treatment?

Are straight men so fragile?Can't we just be friends?

Fu Cizhou's face was gloomy, and even Wang Ying, who had no EQ and was slow to respond, could see something was wrong.

"Old Fu," he leaned back in the chair, quietly turned around and asked in a low voice, "Have you seen Zhu Yu?"

Fu Cizhou had a heart attack when he heard the name, and he just said "um" casually, wanting Wang Ying to get out of here.

"Am I okay?" Not only did Wang Ying not roll away, but he turned most of his body around, "What's the matter with you recently? I don't feel like talking much anymore."

Xu Chen broke Wang Ying back before Fu Cizhou got angry: "Teacher has looked at you a few times."

Wang Ying stared, then turned around.

The ears were much cleaner. Fu Cizhou held the fountain pen between his fingertips, and tapped the table with his index finger from time to time.

Looking up at the blackboard, the countdown on the right side is marked with eye-catching red chalk. Time is running out, but he can't read the book no matter what.

This matter must be resolved, otherwise let alone the college entrance examination, he will not even think about the midterm exam at the end of the month.

"Old Wang," Fu Cizhou kicked Wang Ying's bench, "I want to tell you something..."

Zhu Yu read a book after eating porridge this morning, and took a nap with Zhu Qin at noon, but it was dark when he woke up.

The nose was not getting airtight again, and the moment he sat up he felt dizzy, and Zhu Yu was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed the toffee in his pocket.

However, the dizziness only lasted for a few seconds, and it was not caused by low blood sugar.

Zhu Yu pressed his own temples, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He found that since this summer, he seems to be prone to illness.

As long as something goes wrong, he will sleep with his head down, and he will definitely have a high fever the next day.

Zhu Qin told him to study hard and not think too much, and he hesitated when he spoke, which always made Zhu Yu feel that something was wrong.

Is it because there are too many flannel dolls on his bed?Or is there too much mess and gadgets on the table?

In the past few months, he and Fu Cizhou have played too well, everything is on the bright side, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself.

He picked up the pink jellyfish on the pillow, casually circled the long and soft tentacles, and squatted down to pull out the plastic storage box under the bed.

The dilapidated stack of paper stars is still wrapped with wool on the top. It has been hung on the lamp for too long before, and it is inevitable that it will accumulate a little dust.

Zhu Yu squeezed the light-colored dolls in his hand, thinking about it, he still stuffed them all into the closet.

The small bamboo fish on the table has been air-dried to a brownish-yellow color, and it would have been broken if replaced by grass blades.

He carefully removed them and put them neatly in a drawer.

Sugar painting, wood carving.

Zhu Yu opened them one by one, held them in his hand to look at them for a while, and then put them back in place again.

The little carp also changed into a round glass "new home", and Zhu Yu also bought some small pebbles to spread on the bottom of the fish tank with great interest.

Putting the small cup of fish food aside, Zhu Yu opened it, squeezed two or three pills, and threw it on the water.

He cleaned everything up and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while.

The cell phone next to the pillow rang twice, and Zhu Yu reached for it, and saw the sandalwood bracelet that was also pressed under the pillow.

Old fashioned birthday present.

Zhu Yu slid the phone away and answered the phone while looking at the bracelet.

It was Wang Ying who called, saying that Xu Chen celebrated his birthday in the evening and asked Zhu Yu to have dinner with him.

"In such a hurry?" Zhu Yu pinched the wooden bead with his fingers, held it in front of his eyes and looked carefully, "It's already six or seven o'clock, don't you go to study at night?"

"Are you too stupid?" Wang Ying said, "Today is Saturday, where is the evening self-study?"

Although Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School has a single holiday in the senior year, they have to study at school on Sundays, but there is no late self-study in these two days, and they are free after class at [-]:[-] pm.

"Isn't it too sudden?" Zhu Yu stood up and put the string in the pocket of the sweater, "I haven't bought a gift yet."

"Just come." Wang Ying's voice sounded full of enthusiasm, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you at the corner of your house."

This sudden meal was a bit too hasty, Zhu Yu always felt that something was wrong, but it was not easy to dampen everyone's interest.

After tidying himself hastily, Zhu Yu paused for a moment in front of the closet, and finally took away the down jacket of the same style as Fu Cizhou.

It might be embarrassing to say, but this is his thickest coat.No matter how cold the night in December was, he still wouldn't use his body to get angry with Fu Cizhou.

After going out for a while, Zhu Yu saw Wang Ying waiting for him at the intersection.

Seven or eight boys gathered together and waved at him, Zhu Yu ran over quickly, but Fu Cizhou was not in sight.

"Old Fu is going to the restaurant first," Wang Ying put Zhu Yu's shoulders on his shoulders, "Let's go, let's go."

Zhu Yu glanced around, but accidentally saw Xu Chen beside him: "Chenchen, why did Fu Cizhou go to the restaurant first for your birthday?"

Xu Chen was stunned, and his eyes instantly turned to Wang Ying.

Well, Zhu Yu doesn't even want to hear what they're going to do next. It's definitely because Fu Cizhou wanted to call him out to no avail, so he just pulled a bunch of innocent people.

Hearing everyone's explanations, Zhu Yu was worried for them.

Is it okay to change the subject, if it doesn't make sense, don't talk about it, if you insist on knocking on it, you can't even get over it.

"Old Fu knows about this matter," Yuan Yixia made a final decision, "Listen to what Old Fu has to say later!"

When we got there, there was no one in the private room.

Everyone seems to be quite embarrassed, they lift the curtains and poke their phones to make calls, and they have everything.

Zhu Yu found a stool to sit down, and suddenly found that he had brought out the string of sandalwood bracelets.

With a "click", the beads collided and made a crisp sound. He lowered his eyes and pinched the little shark, feeling the lines on it with his fingertips.

What is Fu Cizhou going to do?Take a lot of trouble to call yourself out, and then what?

Even if you give him a chance to speak, what can you say?Or did he change his mind and figure it out?

"Snapped--"

The lights in the room were suddenly turned off, Zhu Yu raised his head suddenly and saw a little warm yellow candlelight at the door.

"Damn! It's finally here!" Yuan Yixia excitedly said.

"My Yu," Wang Ying said with a smile, "Happy birthday!"

The boys who were still doing their own things just now started talking about blessings again.

Zhu Yu grabbed the bracelet and put it in his pocket, stood up a little dazed.

So it was... for his birthday?

"Why is no one singing?" Fu Cizhou took the cake and went to the table to put it down.

The candlelight reflected his face, and the three-dimensional facial features cast a large shadow.

Zhu Yu pursed his lips, and met Fu Cizhou's gaze in the disturbed darkness.

"Forget it," he smiled in frustration, "If you don't sing, then don't sing."

"Aren't you surprised?" Wang Ying swept Zhu Yu's body, "I'm speechless?!"

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu, and slowly put away the smile on his face.

"Well," Zhu Yu looked down at the numbered candles on the cake, "Surprise..."

He guessed that it was Fu Cizhou's idea and wanted him to come out for a meal, but he didn't expect that the other party would buy him a cake, and he remembered that a certain day in December was his birthday.

"Blow out the candles," Yuan Yixia scratched his head, very puzzled, "Why are you so calm, who revealed the news?!"

Zhu Yu blinked, and quickly put on a smile as soon as he looked up: "I'm surprised! Give me my birthday, you guys are not hypocritical!"

He laughed and hammered Wang Ying beside him, Wang Ying hooked his neck and went down, Zhu Yu pressed down on the side of the table and blew out the candle.

"I'm going, it's so dark!" Zhu Yu pushed the person on top of him, "Turn on the light, is it a human or a ghost who is hugging me?"

Once the protagonist's emotions are in place, the atmosphere in the room quickly becomes heated.

Yuan Yixia was the first to apply the cream on his fingers, and rubbed his hands on Zhu Yu's face.

"Come on," Zhu Yu smiled and clapped his hands, "Don't waste food."

Fu Cizhou didn't make trouble with this group of people.

He pulled away the chair beside Zhu Yu and cut the cake.

The fat little yellow tiger squatted on the piece of cake, which was quite cute.

He looked up and saw that Zhu Yu had been smeared with several creams on his face, and he was blowing his beard and staring at Wang Ying.

Obviously not so happy, Fu Cizhou thought.

But if his smile makes others happy, Zhu Yu will definitely laugh.

He's just like that, with a heart-wrenching kindness.

It was past eight o'clock after dinner, and a group of people who were driven crazy by their senior year life had no fun at all, and they were about to switch to KTV with their shoulders hooked.

Zhu Yu was the last one to clean up the unfinished cakes. Fu Cizhou took the transparent cover from one side and leaned over to help.

"Go home when you're tired, and there's no need to keep following." Fu Cizhou looked at the cake, but said the words to Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu tied the ribbon and pretended nothing happened: "It's okay."

"Is it still burning?" Fu Cizhou's voice was a little low, "Is uncle at home tonight?"

Zhu Yu didn't know how to answer, so he simply picked up the cake and changed the subject: "How much is this meal? I'll pass it on to you."

After he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. He lost Fu Cizhou's mobile phone at the beginning, and Fu Cizhou spent money when he went to the beach.

Now he wants to settle the money, but the money has long been lost.

Fu Cizhou let out a long sigh of relief, as if he let out the depression that had been pent up in his chest for a long time: "Does it have to be like this?"

Zhu Yu frowned: "What do you want?"

"It's the same as before," Fu Cizhou said, before denying it himself, "I know it's impossible."

Zhu Yu felt sad for a while, picked up the cake and turned to leave.

Even if they say it's the same as before, they both know in their hearts that it's impossible.

The stickiness of cream still seemed to remain on his face, Zhu Yu raised his hand to touch his own face, remembering that not long ago Fu Cizhou's fingertips wiped it in the same way.

Forget it, otherwise, just try to be the same as before.

In the KTV, Zhu Yu heard a group of people crying and howling, and his brain was about to explode.

He was a little unconscious at first, and after being illuminated by the flickering lanterns, he couldn't bear it within half an hour.

I didn't want to spoil the fun, but it really didn't work.

Zhu Yu and the others shied away a few times and decided to leave first.

The box has already been opened, even if the birthday star leaves, it is not a good waste.

Fu Cizhou took the initiative to ask Ying to send him back, and Zhu Yu simply let him go after refusing to be invalid.

Walking in the long and narrow corridor by pressing his temples, there are many mirrors on the wall, reflecting his and Fu Cizhou's figures.

Not far or near, just within one step behind him.

Passing by the canteen at the top of the stairs, Zhu Yu took two cans of beer from it and threw a can to Fu Cizhou.

"I've lost to you," Zhu Yu opened the beer, and the can made a soft "beep", "Okay, it's the same as before."

Fu Cizhou held down the beer: "Don't drink."

Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou's hand away: "Take care of yourself."

He remembered that the antipyretic medicine he took today was Tylenol, not cephalosporin, so he should be able to drink.

Others at the dinner table drank, but Zhu Yu didn't.

Now that others have finished drinking, he started to drink.

No reason, just a sudden craving for a drink.

The KTV is not far from the school, and it takes a few minutes to walk along the road to the intersection of Zhu Yu's house.

Zhu Yu's fingers were cold, and he drank only two or three sips of the beer he was holding along the way.

It's not that I dare not drink.

He just watched the cars coming and going on the road, and remembered the tragedy that happened at that intersection.

"Give it to me." Fu Cizhou took the beer in his hand while Zhu Yu was distracted.

"Don't waste it." Zhu Yu thought he was going to throw it away.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Fu Cizhou raised his arm and poured down the can of beer.

"Is it all right?" Fu Cizhou squeezed his fingers, squashed the can and threw it into the trash can with a few clicks.

If there is anything wrong, Zhu Yu thought.

Whatever you do will definitely work.

It was still a little cold at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhu Yu wrapped his clothes around his body, and walked into the side road with a dull head.

He remembered that on a rainy day, Fu Cizhou took him home under an umbrella, and then walked to the side of the road with a puddle.

The road is uneven, the lights are dim, and if it rains, the shoes must be wet.

Zhu Yu kept walking with his head down, when suddenly the light was bright, and he raised his eyes to look forward.

A slight dizziness, with a little belch, Zhu Yu raised his hand to hold his head, and stopped in place for a moment.

It's not hypoglycemia, it should be drinking.

"Dizzy?" Fu Cizhou hurried to his side.

"It's okay." Zhu Yu opened his eyes and continued walking, but unfortunately he stepped on the edge of the road pit and fell to the side with his top-heavy body.

Fu Cizhou had already raised his hand to quietly protect Zhu Yu's back, and when he saw that Zhu Yu was about to fall, he quickly hugged him.

"Don't touch me." Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou away, "Disgusting."

He frowned, and pressed against the wall enduring the sudden dizziness.

Already dizzy, being shaken like this just now made me feel even more dizzy.

Not only did I feel dizzy, but I also wanted to vomit. I retched several times, but nothing came out.

Fu Cizhou paused, and released him with trembling hands.

He was a little silly, his fingers were frozen in the air, and he didn't know how to retract them.

"Why?" Zhu Yu's voice was hoarse, as if something was strangling his throat, "Why are you doing this?"

"Me?" Fu Cizhou didn't quite understand, but this doubt did not prevent him from being distressed and uncomfortable, "What's wrong with me?"

Zhu Yu propped up his body, turned and leaned against the wall, looked at Fu Cizhou in front of him, lowered his head and smiled slightly.

He was obviously still sick, and he was clearly still on leave.

Why drink?Why do you feel dizzy?

Today may not be his birthday, why is he sick all over?

Why is he going to kowtow to a smelly old lady who scolds him when she sees him?

Why does he have to carry sugar with him and get dizzy from time to time?

Why did he fall in love with a boy and still act like this?

Why had he decided to be a baby shark, but found it not as easy as a dolphin?

Why did the person who pulled him out of the predicament push him even deeper in the end.

The light he had been running towards was extinguished, and he could not see the way forward, nor could he find the direction.

The future is as dark and difficult as this alley. Zhu Yu thinks too much, but Fu Cizhou thinks too little.

Silence spread in the night, but soon, someone broke the silence.

The familiar voice made Zhu Yu's scalp tingle, and he turned his face and body to the wall reflexively.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Cizhou stopped him.

"Fuck...you still dare to come?!"

It was Xu Ping and his wife who came.

"Your brother is going to die," Xu Ping said while crying, "Mom please, Mom please..."

It didn't seem like she was telling a lie, Xu Ping cried until her voice became hoarse, and she knelt down on the side of the road regardless of her image, kowtowing to Zhu Yu tirelessly one by one.

"What happened before was my mother's fault. My mother apologizes to you. I was wrong. I beg you, please save your brother..."

"Let's go." Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's big arm, pushed away the man standing beside him, and was about to take Zhu Yu back.

But without thinking, without waiting for the man to obstruct, Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou away.

"Who the hell are you!"

Zhu Yu roared, and he took a big step back, leaning directly against the wall.

Fu Cizhou was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized that he stepped forward to protect Zhu Yu.

"Why should I save? Are you shameless?!"

"Did you raise me? Did you pay me a penny? What kind of parents are you? Why did you give birth to me!? Yes, yes! I was born of you too! But why, why you Are you willing to trade my life for his?"

Zhu Yu was crying, tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably.

His voice was hoarse to the extreme, and he almost exhausted all the strength in his body every time he said a word.

"I'm just like that! Am I so bad!? Am I just so cheap!?"

"You are also worthy to be parents? Are you worthy?! You are a fucking idiot, I am absolutely impossible! Impossible to donate bone marrow!"

He roared until the sound broke, making passers-by stop.

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, he cried and scolded happily.

"Disappointed? Uncomfortable?"

Zhu Yu looked at Xu Ping's surprised face, and smiled through tears.

"That's right."

"Seeing you in such misery makes me happy."