Salted Toffee

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school students have a problem, that is, as long as something happens in class, no matter how boring, they can laugh to death and talk about it afterwards.

Lao Chen's words were not loud, but his laughter was contagious, and he burst out laughing at once.

Zhu Yu covered his face and turned to look out the window.

Fu Cizhou raised his hand and pulled the note back from Lao Chen's hand: "It's not for you."

Good guy, so horizontal?

Fu Cizhou's words stumped Zhu Yu.

"What are you watching?!" Lao Chen said to the class, "I will pick a few to write silently about the difficulty of the road to Shu."

In an instant, those little brains turned back again.

"Did you draw one for me?" Lao Chen blocked the gauze on Fu Cizhou's head and didn't take up the textbook rolled up in his hand. "If you don't do business in the morning and delay others, go to the door of the classroom and stand for punishment." !"

Fu Cizhou didn't talk back, and went out as soon as the bench was back.

"And you!" Lao Chen slapped Zhu Yu's head with the textbook that he hadn't pulled out just now, "You two had a great time. If you don't give me some grades at the end of the semester, don't even winter vacation." pass."

Zhu Yu covered his head and lay down on the table.

After Lao Chen left, Wang Ying turned around and sighed, "Damn it, Lao Chen got shot today? Is the self-study class on Sunday so strict?"

Zhu Yu covered most of his face and looked down at the book: "I don't know..."

Xu Chen also turned around: "We went out in a group yesterday until midnight, and Yuan Yixia forgot to block it in Moments, but Lao Chen found out."

Zhu Yu was a little speechless: "How long have you been playing?"

"Nearly twelve o'clock?" Wang Ying recalled, "The main reason is that the box sang until twelve o'clock, leaving early and not refunding the money..."

Hearing the two people in the front row talking, Zhu Yu slowly recalled what happened yesterday.

He insisted on coming back from his hometown alone, and he had a cold face to Fu Cizhou in the morning, obviously full of disappointment and grievance, but he still laughed and ate with a group of people.

The entanglement of Xu Ping and his wife is vicious enough to make people despair.

Zhu Yu was so discouraged that he collapsed, but because of Fu Cizhou's words of love, he was instantly resurrected with full blood.

Today is very happy, very happy.

Since meeting Fu Cizhou at the pancake stand in the morning, the day has become better.

And those bad sorrows didn't occupy Zhu Yu's heart any more.

I don't care, and it's not rare.

"Hey..." Zhu Yu stretched out his arms and tapped Wang Ying's back, "Did Fu Cizhou... tell you anything yesterday?"

Wang Ying turned around and blinked his eyes, suddenly seemed to remember something: "By the way, I suspect that Lao Fu is in love!"

Zhu Yu: "..."

really…

"He actually mocked us as single dogs, what the hell!" Wang Ying became more and more excited as he spoke, holding up a Chinese document and about to stick it on Zhu Yu's desk, "My Yu, do you know who that woman is?"

Zhu Yu shrank his neck and said cowardly, "I don't know..."

"I don't usually see this guy talking to a few girls, but he secretly settled the matter," Wang Ying sighed, "He is simply a traitor among us!"

Zhu Yuqian laughed twice, then echoed with a guilty conscience: "Yes, yes..."

"It's already the third year of high school. Isn't falling in love a delay in studying?" Wang Ying was heartbroken, "That woman can't be Tu Laofu who has good grades. Let him do free tutoring."

"Why do you think so?" Zhu Yu was a little confused.

"I can't figure out who would like Old Fu!" Wang Ying frowned, "How did he catch up with him?"

Zhu Yu was at a loss for words for a while, trying to search for Fu Cizhou's good fortune: "He... also has advantages?!"

"Can you imagine old Fu coaxing his girlfriend in a low voice?" Wang Ying asked.

"..."

Zhu Yu didn't even have to think about it, he was coaxed by the other party in a low voice.

"Can't figure it out!" Wang Ying slapped the table, "And how can a girl fall in love with him without even chasing him! Old Fu must have been cheated!"

Zhu Yu looked at Wang Ying without saying a word for a long time, and finally he pushed his shoulder: "You should go back."

After self-study in the morning, Fu Cizhou, who was standing outside the door, was returned to the office by Old Chen Shun to continue his education.

Yuan Yixia jumped on Zhu Yu like a flying squirrel: "Zhu Yu! Do you know that old Fu is in love?"

Zhu Yu's hand holding the pen trembled, and almost missed Yuan Yixia's mouth: "Huh?"

"This dog man actually mocked us as single dogs yesterday," Yuan Yixia gritted his teeth, "Do you know who that woman is?"

Zhu Yu replied with a blank face: "I don't know."

"Old Fu's hands are so deep!" Yuan Yixia pulled Fu Cizhou's chair and sat on it, "I thought you were the first to do anything to our group."

"Me?" Zhu Yu became nervous instantly, "What's none of my business?"

"The one from class three," Wang Ying pouted outside the door, "you understand."

Zhu Yu patted his head aside: "Get out, shut up."

"And old Fu's head," Yuan Yixia grabbed at the back of Zhu Yu's head, "He said he fell it."

"How is it possible?" Wang Ying waved his hand, "Unless Old Fu's dementia is advanced, it is impossible to fall to his head in other places without being injured."

Zhu Yu was convinced by this reason, and there was no room for refutation.

"Let me see, old Fu secretly ran to find that woman last night under the pretext of sending you home," Yuan Yixia put his arm around Zhu Yu's shoulders, leaning his head and talking mysteriously, "Then because of what? It's a matter, who did the old Fu fight with, there is a high probability that it was because of that woman, so he made things happen in one night."

Zhu Yu was dumbfounded.

This fucking detective Xiao Xia?

Is it all deduced?

Niubi!

"Do you think it's okay to have such a woman?" Wang Ying said worriedly, "Once we got together, Lao Fu had a hole in his head."

"Love makes people blind." Yuan Yixia said, "You don't understand."

Zhu Yu opened his mouth, but finally chose to close it.

It's hard to protect himself, so let Fu Cizhou ask for blessings.

Before the first class, Fu Cizhou returned to the classroom.

Zhu Yu was holding his little shark for fugue, and his whole body collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fu Cizhou coughed lightly, and sat beside Zhu Yu after improving his sense of presence.

Zhu Yu turned his head, gave him a look full of resentment, and then buried half of his face in the little shark's stomach.

But in just 10 minutes, the identity of "Fu Cizhou's girlfriend" has been reconciled by Yuan Yixia and Wang Ying, and turned into a bad girl and old bastard.

They even patted Zhu Yu's shoulder cautiously, saying that the matter of the future sister-in-law fell on Zhu Yu's shoulder.

Zhu Yu reluctantly complied, trying to figure out how to complete a scene where the thief shouted "Stop the thief".

I really convinced Fu Cizhou that his mouth was like a big village trumpet, spreading the word without saying a word.

Returning the girlfriend, the girlfriend of your uncle, I knew it would be better to preemptively let Yuan Yixia and the others guess who Zhu Yu's girlfriend is.

"..."

Zhu Yu thought about it for a while, if this is the case, Fu Cizhou will never be able to hide, he can jump on people's faces and say, "It's me, it's me, it's me."

Also so...cute.

Zhu Yu's ears moved slightly, and he buried his whole face in the little shark's stomach.

It's dying.

I don't know if it was out of shyness, the two didn't say a few words all morning.

When school was over at noon, Zhu Qin came to pick up Zhu Yu at the school gate.

Fu Cizhou also followed, and followed all the way back to the gate of the courtyard. Zhu Qin politely asked him if he wanted to come in and eat together, and he really agreed with the cheek.

Zhu Yu's head was dizzy, and he felt that it would be okay if he didn't explain a few words to Fu Cizhou. Sooner or later, the whole world would know about the two of them.

Finally, the two returned to their room after lunch, Zhu Yu closed the door, and began to tighten the screws for Fu Cizhou, a silly dog.

As a result, the other party listened to his long-winded talk, not only did not take it seriously, but also tended to become more arrogant.

"Didn't you think I minded before? Or let's make this public, and I don't mind at all."

Zhu Yu was stunned, still thinking about what to call public.

"What's public?" He took off his coat and lay down on the bed. "I haven't agreed yet."

"Zhu Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou leaned over to the bed and squatted down to look at him, "You started to worry about those things, but you already agreed, right?"

"In their mouths, I have become a shadow of delaying your life," Zhu Yu said angrily, with drooping eyelids, "I dare not let them know."

"Why don't you think they think that person is you?" Fu Cizhou asked with interest, "I haven't talked to a few women."

Fu Cizhou clasped the side of the bed with both hands, smiling happily.

Zhu Yu was distracted, and pulled the quilt to cover the lower half of his face: "Who would think about this?"

"You!" Fu Cizhou regained his spirits in an instant, "Look at you, I didn't say anything, and when I was determined, I felt that I was something..."

Zhu Yu simply covered his entire face with the quilt: "I'm sleeping."

"Go to sleep," Fu Cizhou moved his fingers in the air, and finally covered Zhu Yu's hair and touched, "I'll call you at 01:30."

I don't know if it's because the relationship between the two has changed now. In the past, when Fu Cizhou was around, Mr. Zhu could sleep soundly, but today he didn't fall asleep after sleeping for a long time.

Fu Cizhou walked up and down his room as if he had ADHD. Although there was almost no sound, Zhu Yu could always feel the strong presence of the other party with his keen sense.

Fu Cizhou looked at this room, as if he was looking at Zhu Yu himself.

Every time I think of something, Zhu Yu always adds a thought behind it - he likes me, and I like him too.

There was a sweet smell in my heart, so I couldn't fall asleep very much.

"Not asleep?" Fu Cizhou sat on the edge of the bed, brushing Zhu Yu's broken hair with his fingers.

Zhu Yu covered his face under the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "You are too noisy."

Fu Cizhou chuckled, looked up at the dark blue plaid sheet, and suddenly asked, "Where's the little jellyfish?"

Zhu Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he stuffed all the plush toys Fu Cizhou bought for him in the closet.

"The little bamboo fish is gone too," Fu Cizhou was a little disappointed, "Where is the wooden shark sculpture I gave you? There is only a small koi left on the table."

Zhu Yu tidied up the house yesterday afternoon, and he put away all the things about Fu Cizhou.

It seems that as long as you can't see it, you don't have to think about it, and you don't have to feel uncomfortable.

"It's put away." Zhu Yu said in a low voice, with a little guilty conscience.

"Why put it away," Fu Cizhou covered his head through the quilt, "You didn't plan to talk to me yesterday?"

Everything that happened yesterday was really fantastic. He was still thinking about keeping a distance from Fu Cizhou at noon, but at night he was fingering Fu Cizhou in the corner.

The big ups and downs are nothing but that, Zhu Yu is considered strong if his mentality does not collapse.

"Nor..." Zhu Yu felt a little embarrassed about his misunderstanding, "Anyway, I didn't throw it away."

"Then you take it out again," Fu Cizhou retracted his hand and pressed it against the bed, "Can you put it all on the table?"

A muffled "hmm" came from under the quilt, Zhu Yu moved his arms, and grasped the string of sandalwood bracelets from under the pillow to his palm.

His face was burning so badly that he only dared to stretch out the hand holding the bracelet from the side of the quilt.

"It's always been on."

Fu Cizhou hooked the bracelet aside with his index finger, and Zhu Yu hurriedly lifted the quilt to reveal half of his face to see where the bracelet went.

Then, Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's hand, Zhu Yu just lifted the quilt for a second, and put it back on his head again.

"Why?" He felt that his voice was hoarse from the fever.

"Hand in hand," Fu Cizhou's eyes were flying around the room, but he remained calm when speaking, "No, can't you?"

The boy's palms were dry and warm, sunk in the soft bedding, like the warm light coming out of the clouds in winter.

"Sleep, sleep." Zhu Yu's palms were sweating, and he quickly shook off Fu Cizhou's hand, "Otherwise we will be sleepy in the afternoon."

"I'm stuttering." Fu Cizhou touched his fingers with a smile on his lips.

Zhu Yu quickly stretched out his hand again, touched it a few times and dragged the sandalwood bracelet back to the bed, not forgetting to reply him: "You are sick."

"Ang," Fu Cizhou lifted his chin and responded with a chuckle, "I'm not clear."