Salted Toffee

It was almost one o'clock in the evening when the two returned to the courtyard and cleaned up the garbage on the ground.

Fu Cizhou didn't mention going home at all, just sniffing his fingers and rushing into the house.

"Quick! Zhu Xiaoyu! Give me water, I want to take a bath."

Young Master Fu is probably used to soaking in the bathtub, opening and closing his mouth to release water, Zhu Yu's bathroom has a bare shower head, there is no distinction between dry and wet areas, and the faucet can be used just by turning the tap.

Zhu Yu said "Okay, okay", first went to the bedroom to turn on the air conditioner, and then turned on the water heater for him.

"I think that garbage bag is feces." Fu Cizhou rubbed his fingers with hand sanitizer three or four times before removing his clothes. "It smells sour, it's disgusting."

"Tell you to stay away, you have to touch it, it's not helpful to help." Zhu Yu was also washing his hands beside him, but he was not as exaggerated as Fu Cizhou, he simply washed it and went to the room to get the clothes.

"If I really stood by and watched, you will definitely say why I don't help you now." Fu Cizhou stepped on Zhu Yu's slippers and turned on the water to take a bath.

"You are right for everything, and everything is my fault." Zhu Yu found a pair of underwear from the closet. There were new ones, but he didn't give them to Fu Cizhou. "How dare I let the young master work."

The trash thrown in the yard was in bags and should have been cleaned up easily.

But Young Master Fu looked at the garbage bag dripping with water, and threw it eight hundred feet away with a wave of his hand.

The garbage bag was torn, and the garbage was scattered all over the place. Zhu Yu was just busy there, and came here to clean up the mess.

"Why is the water hot and cold?" Fu Cizhou squinted his eyes looking for shampoo, "Zhu Xiaoyu, which shampoo is it?!"

Zhu Yu ran over in his pajamas, and when he opened the bathroom door, he was met with steaming steam.

"Damn it, it's so cold," Fu Cizhou hugged himself, "Why did you come in all of a sudden!"

"Here is the shampoo for you." Zhu Yu put the clothes by the sink, stretched out his arms, and first handed Fu Cizhou a bottle of shampoo, "I put the shower gel here, if you are not used to using the shower There's soap on the side."

Fu Cizhou let out an "oh", squeezed some shampoo, turned his back and rubbed his head.

Zhu Yu took off his coat, sniffed it under his nose, and finally stuffed it into the washing machine.

"I washed your clothes for you." Zhu Yulian stuffed Fu Cizhou's clothes into it.

Fu Cizhou let out a "huh", which is regarded as a tacit consent to stay here today.

"Wait a minute, what are you wearing?" He asked suddenly.

"Wear my clothes," Zhu Yu pointed at the pile he carried with his chin, "Wear my underwear, is it acceptable, young master?"

The steam in the bathroom was steaming, although I couldn't see it clearly, Zhu Yu could still vaguely see a naked buttocked Fu Cizhou at a close distance.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old body seems to be able to stretch. Compared with his thin body, Fu Cizhou's close to perfect body proportions and slightly raised muscle lines hidden in the mist all show that he is very healthy .

Zhu Yu took one look when he entered the door, a second look when he was given the shampoo, a third look when he was asking about his underwear, and now he wanted to take a fourth look.

But he held back and lowered his head to pour laundry detergent into the washing machine.

The shower next to it was turned off, Fu Cizhou wiped the water on his face, and looked sideways at the towel hanging on the wall: "Which one should I use?"

Zhu Yu stretched out his hand to grab his own towel and handed it over, raised his eyes and showed the fourth eye.

Fu Cizhou was wiping his hair with a towel. He deliberately turned his body, leaving Zhu Yu with a 45° back view.

Zhu Yu glanced at his waist from his shoulder, and finally withdrew his gaze in embarrassment, took a cup of water to wash his face.

A little hot.

Fu Cizhou put on the pajamas Zhu Yu brought, which was a long-sleeved shirt, which was a bit too small to wear.

"Actually, there are new underwear." Zhu Yu was still afraid that Fu Cizhou would mind, "you should change it."

"What's wrong?" Fu Cizhou didn't know why, "Is the new size bigger?"

Zhu Yu paused and turned around: "What do you mean?"

Fu Cizhou pulled the elastic with his hand, and it bounced back to the skin with a "snap": "This one is a bit tight."

Zhu Yu gritted his molars: "Get lost."

Fu Cizhou couldn't help laughing.

"Go away, I have to take a shower too." Zhu Yu took off the pajamas he was wearing inside, and signaled Fu Cizhou to get out of here with his eyes.

Fu Cizhou tapped the toothbrush cup: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"It's already one o'clock and you're not ready to go to bed at home?" Zhu Yu used the drawer to find a new toothbrush for Fu Cizhou, "Fuck off after brushing."

"Why should I get out?" Fu Cizhou took apart the toothbrush slowly, "You didn't get out when I was taking a shower just now."

"I'm washing your clothes," Zhu Yu helped him get a glass of water, and pushed Fu Cizhou out, "Go to the kitchen to brush."

"You have double standards." Fu Cizhou grabbed the sink and refused to leave. "You can only watch me, but I can't see you? I have to brush here today!"

In fact, when Zhu Yu came in at first, Fu Cizhou was quite surprised.

But probably the other party's reaction was too flat, and he didn't look at him at all, which made Fu Cizhou feel that he was being hypocritical.

After all, they are all men, and they have what they have, so it seems that they are not worth seeing.

After a moment of depression alone, Fu Cizhou found that he was different from Zhu Yu.

He still wanted to see the other party take a bath.

But this time Zhu Yu was not happy, so Fu Cizhou was even more unhappy.

"Will you go?" Zhu Yu confronted him, "If you don't go, I won't wash it."

Fu Cizhou stuffed the toothbrush filled with toothpaste into his mouth, and said vaguely: "You don't want to sleep if you don't wash it, we will just spend it here."

The two narrowed their eyes, and each occupied half of the small bathroom, holding their breath and confronting each other.

Fu Cizhou brushed his tooth for five or six minutes, but Zhu Yu couldn't take it anymore, so he turned around and took off his clothes to take a shower.

Zhu Yu is very white, so white that she glows under the high-powered Yuba.

Fu Cizhou was playing hooliganism, but when the time came, he turned his eyes away and dared not look at it.

He lowered his head to rinse his mouth, and pretended to glance at himself inadvertently.

The water flowed down from the bent elbow and hit the ground with splashes.

Whether you look up, raise your hands, or bow, you can change the direction of the water flow.

Fu Cizhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed a mouthful of mouthwash mixed with foam.

Nauseous for a long time by himself by the sink, he opened the door and slipped back to Zhu Yu's bedroom.

"Sleeping on your bed!" Before getting a response, Fu Cizhou lifted the quilt into the bed first, pulled the quilt over happily and sniffed it, and then rolled into a ball.

Zhu Yu responded in the bathroom, a little vaguely, it should be ok.

He rolled back and forth, and took another look at the bedroom decorations.

There are dolls scattered about on the bed, wood carvings on the table, small fish in the pen container, and the fish tank next to the typhoon is filled with clear water, and there is a small carp wagging its head and tail in it.

Fu Cizhou was very satisfied and wanted to take a photo with his mobile phone.

As a result, as soon as the screen was turned on, he saw a series of messages from Zhong Yan.

- you went out

-Where are you going at night?

- what did you doWe have to go to Yuanzhou tomorrow!

- where did you go

- Brat, come home on time tomorrow morning!

It will be New Year's Eve in two days, and he has to go to Yuanzhou to celebrate the New Year.

Fu Cizhou sighed, and poked his phone to reply a message to his mother.

-Sleeping at Zhu Yu's place today.

-His parents came to make trouble in the middle of the night, and he was the only one at home.

After Fu Cizhou sent the message, he turned off his phone. He thought Zhong Yan had fallen asleep, but he didn't expect the other party to call.

"Where are his adults?" Zhong Yan asked, "Are you all okay?"

"It's okay, I just threw some garbage in the yard," Fu Cizhou said disdainfully, "It can't be used on the table."

"Stop pretending to be a hero for me!" Zhong Yan wished she could "slap" Fu Cizhou's face through her mobile phone, "The scar on your head hasn't even grown hair yet! Don't come back tomorrow and give me another scar." Open up!"

"Your son is so weak?" Fu Cizhou was annoyed. "Last time he was a sneak attack. He bullied me and still had a little illusion about them!"

"You don't have to be poor with me," Zhong Yan interrupted him, "With your temper, like explosives/drugs, can you make your mother less trouble for such a grown-up person?"

"It's none of my business!" Fu Cizhou simply couldn't understand, "They don't want me, I'm sick, I'll go to them."

The mother and son yawned for a while, Zhong Yan yawned, and Fu Cizhou, who was soon infected, also yawned.

"Okay, you can accompany me there, come back to Yuanzhou early tomorrow."

These words reminded Fu Cizhou that he was going to Yuanzhou tomorrow, so he couldn't rest assured that Zhu Yu was at home.

"Can I not go to Yuanzhou this year?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Your grandma's leg will be interrupted by you!" Zhong Yan's temper came up again, "Where are you going if you don't go to Yuanzhou? At Zhu Yu's house? It's not the new year at his house?!"

Fu Cizhou glanced outside the house, lowered his voice and said: "Uncle went back to his hometown for the New Year, Zhu Yu didn't go back."

"Why didn't he follow?" Zhong Yan asked.

"The old family bullied him," Fu Cizhou gave a very eccentric reason, "I don't want to go back if I want to."

"Is your grandma bullying you or your sister-in-law bullying you?" Zhong Yan was unmoved, "If I don't return to Yuanzhou tomorrow, I will be the first to slap you."

Fu Cizhou hung up the phone, sat on the bed and sighed.

Zhong Yan hadn't said enough, she added a big emoticon, and waved a kitchen knife stained with blood back and forth in the dialog box.

If you can't keep it, then take it away!

Fu Cizhou was so blessed that he immediately replied to Zhong Yan.

-How about I take Zhu Yu to Yuanzhou together?

- do you want it?

- that has to be willing.

Zhu Yu's family situation, Zhong Yan knew a little bit about it. A child who is older than the Chinese New Year is at home, and there is a danger of being attacked and harassed by two adults at any time. Bringing them together can be regarded as protection in disguise.

-Okay, take it with you if you can.

Fu Cizhou received the order, and immediately dropped the phone, wishing to turn over on the bed.

"Who are you calling?" Zhu Yu, who came back from a busy circle, held a glass of water and drank half of it.

Fu Cizhou sat on the edge of the bed, hooked his long legs, clasped Zhu Yu's knees, and circled the person in front of him: "Boyfriend Chagang?"

Fu Cizhou put down the water glass and rubbed Fu Cizhou's half-dried hair: "Ang, Chagang."

"Your future mother-in-law," Fu Cizhou smiled and took Zhu Yu's hand, "She asked me to take you to Yuanzhou to play."

Zhu Yu was taken aback: "Me?"

"Yes, I will go tomorrow morning and come back on the second day of the new year. It just so happens that uncle is also coming back on the second day of the new year?" Fu Cizhou shook Zhu Yu's arm, "I don't know if the two of them will come again. I really want to leave you here alone. Don't worry."

"What are you worried about?" Zhu Yu smiled in surprise, "The two of them together are not enough for me to clean up..."

"No, I'll feel bad if you scratch or touch me," Fu Cizhou shook his arm, and then hugged Zhu Yu's waist, "I have to tie you to your trouser belt and carry it with you to be at ease."

Zhu Yu: "..."

Isn't this raising a dog?

"If I go, what will they do if they throw garbage every day?" Zhu Yu felt a headache when he thought about it, "My dad will be so angry when he comes back."

Fu Cizhou continued to persuade: "Aren't they disgusting people when they do this? People can only be disgusting when they are around. If you leave and don't turn on the lights at night, who will go to them if they throw garbage?"

"Forget it..." He pressed Fu Cizhou's shoulder, why, "What's the point of me always running to your house during the Chinese New Year?"

"It's a target!" Fu Cizhou said quickly, "If you don't mind if you don't have a status, I will come out immediately."

"You're sick," Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou's head, then put back the smile on his face, "Speak seriously, we can't talk about this right now."

"I know," Fu Cizhou leaned forward and put his face on Zhu Yu's heart, "but Zhu Xiaoyu, I want to stay with you, Yuanzhou is so boring, just go and accompany me, okay no?"

Zhu Yu looked down at the coquettish big dog in his arms, ran his fingers through his hair, and touched the small scar on the back of Fu Cizhou's head.

I really don't have long hair.

"Auntie agreed?" Zhu Yu was a little shaken.

"I agree," Fu Cizhou hugged Zhu Yu, "My grandma misses you too."

"I always feel...it's not good to go." Zhu Yu was still entangled.

"It's nothing, my family likes you very much," Fu Cizhou closed his eyes, listening to Zhu Yu's faint heartbeat, "I also... like it very much."

In order not to delay tomorrow's schedule, Zhu Yu went to sleep in the study alone after he couldn't stop Fu Cizhou from staying up late.

Fu Cizhou tossed and tossed all night, but didn't catch anything except hugging for a while, and was so angry that he bit the corner of the quilt all night.

The next morning, Zhu Yu dragged the half-dead Fu Cizhou to Yuanzhou with Zhong Yan.

After driving for three or four hours, Fu Cizhou relied on Zhu Yu to sleep for three or four hours.

Fu Beibei opened the door for them, and smiled like a flower when she saw Zhu Yu: "Are you tired from the car ride? Auntie will take you to eat delicious food at night!"

Zhu Yu carried the fruit and blushed instantly.

This person knows his relationship with Fu Cizhou, and it makes people shudder to think about it.

"No, I'm not tired." Zhu Yu lowered his head, so nervous that he couldn't breathe well.

"Oh, Xiaoyu is here!" Grandma laughed and came out of the house, and quickly led him in, "Why did you buy something again? Grandma is not allowed to buy anything next time!"

"Look, I'll tell you if my grandma is not happy." Fu Cizhou shrugged and looked around the living room, "Where's my dad?"

"Your dad is coming back tomorrow," Zhong Yan yawned, and went to the kitchen to look through the piles of vegetables, "Mom, why did you buy so many vegetables? You can't finish them!"

"Didn't you hear that Xiao Yu is coming?" Grandma smiled and patted Zhu Yu's hand, "I like it so much, and I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought some of them."

"Thank you grandma," Zhu Yu pursed his lips, his eyes always looking at Fu Cizhou, "I, I can eat anything."

"Grandma, don't grab him all the time, he's nervous," Fu Cizhou sat on the sofa, grabbed a few satsuma oranges from the fruit plate on the coffee table, and peeled them in his hands, "Just leave him alone, he thinks Eat whatever you want."

"Okay, okay," grandma pushed Zhu Yu to Fu Cizhou, "I heard from Zhouzhou that you like to eat toffee, so I bought some for you this morning, you go and eat."

Zhu Yu nodded, seeing the big white rabbit toffee piled up like a hill in the fruit plate, he felt warm in his heart.

"Friend of women," Fu Cizhou fell on Zhu Yu's shoulders, "My nurse, mother, and aunt all like you."

Zhu Yu hurriedly turned his head to look at the adults who were busy at the dining table, and pushed Fu Cizhou aside: "Don't always be next to me."

"What are you doing? It's okay!" Fu Cizhou leaned over again like a dog's skin plaster.

"You are too arrogant," Zhu Yu moved to the other side of the sofa, "stay away from me."

"I won't." Fu Cizhou got angry and insisted on running with Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu decided not to go with him, and went to the kitchen to help Zhong Yan pick vegetables.

"Look at him," Fu Beibei pointed to Zhu Yu, then to Fu Cizhou, "and then to you."

Fu Cizhou slumped on the sofa, and raised his chin to Fu Beibei: "OK? Mine."

Fu Beibei instantly looked disgusted: "Where did he see you?"

Fu Cizhou touched his chin: "Handsome."

"I warn you, when your dad comes back, be careful." Fu Beibei nodded Fu Cizhou from the air, "His eyes are like searchlights, and he can see through you at a glance."

"See through and see through," Fu Cizhou didn't care, "it's true."

"If I wish Yu Neng to die of anger," Fu Beibei rolled her eyes, "I will suffer a loss if I don't listen to the old man."

The lunch was very sumptuous. Although there were only five people, the table was filled with all kinds of dishes.

"Really, I can't eat it," Zhu Yu was fed three bowls of rice, and his stomach was bulging, "I can't eat anymore..."

Fu Cizhou bit his chopsticks and smiled: "My grandma said you are too thin, eat more."

"If you can't finish it, don't eat it," Zhong Yan gave Zhu Yusheng a bowl of soup, "Drink Shun Shun."

The big bone soup is rich in salty fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of sweet corn.

Zhu Yu "gudong gudong" drank a bowl, and felt that he could eat again.

"Save some stomach for the evening," Fu Beibei said with a smile, "Auntie will take you to eat delicious food at night!"

After lunch, Fu Cizhou took Zhu Yu out for a walk.

The winter in Yuanzhou is still the same as last year, dry and cold.

Zhu Yu wore Fu Cizhou's scarf around his neck, and he could still vaguely remember some details of him and Fu Cizhou last year.

"Will you put the river lanterns at night?" Zhu Yu asked, "Where are the sugar paintings? Are they still there?"

"I'm not taking you here," Fu Cizhou tidied up Zhu Yu's scarf, "The river lantern will be released at night."

The old man who painted Tanggua was still there, Zhu Yu was familiar with the road, and squatted down to write with a pen.

Soon the sugar characters were written, Zhu Yu held up Fu Cizhou's name, and unexpectedly got a stick figure fish.

"Do you still remember me?!" Zhu Yu said in surprise.

He didn't draw fish on paper.

The old man nodded and stretched out four fingers to him: "Four yuan!"

"Is this a gift?" Fu Cizhou pointed to the little fish.

Grandpa nodded vigorously.

Zhu Yu suddenly became happy: "Then shall I give it back next year?"

The old man still nodded: "Send!"

Holding up the sugar painting, Zhu Yu looked up at Fu Cizhou and smiled until he saw his teeth but couldn't see his eyes: "Then I will come next year?"

The warm afternoon sun in winter gave Zhu Yu's eyelashes a layer of gold.

The boy's smile was the most clear, without any impurities.

Fu Cizhou rubbed his hair, his eyes were filled with tenderness: "Come every year."

The two wandered aimlessly all afternoon, buying some odds and ends.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Beibei called them, and the three of them went to a small restaurant with exquisite decoration.

She is quite close to the young head chef at the front desk, and he even came over to help introduce him when he entered the store to order.

After ordering, Fu Cizhou noticed something was wrong.

"Who is that person?" Fu Cizhou turned his head and glanced, "I always feel that he is too attentive."

Fu Beibei pursed her lips and smiled: "Your future uncle."

Fu Cizhou turned his head suddenly, almost missing his neck: "Cook?!"

"He is a first-class chef with a certificate," Fu Beibei grabbed a ball of paper and smashed it on Fu Cizhou's face, "less professional discrimination!"

"No," Fu Cizhou smoothed his lips, "Didn't you say before that you were looking for someone who had published more papers than you?"

"You also know that was before," Fu Beibei held her chin in both hands, looking like a nympho, "it's different now."

Fu Cizhou leaned on the stool and turned around and took another look: "What are you telling me?"

"I guess your father will object," Fu Beibei snapped her fingers, "We will take the lead in forming an alliance, unite the front, help each other, and fight Fu Yanting's evil forces to the end!"

Zhu Yu's mouth twitched when he heard it.

"How old are you, my dad doesn't bother to care about you," Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu sadly, "Let's take it easy."

Zhu Yu waited for a long time before he could insert a sentence: "Uncle... is he very strict?"

Fu Beibei nodded: "The tyrant at home, you two should hide."

Zhu Yu hurriedly nodded: "Understood."

"Don't scare him," Fu Cizhou said to Fu Beibei, "he is very timid, so you say that he will probably keep three meters away from me tomorrow."

"Today is fine too." Zhu Yu Youyou said.

Fu Beibei covered her mouth and smiled: "It's good to get along normally. Although my brother has a cold face all day long, he is not a person who likes to lose his temper. He is easy to get along with."

Zhu Yu didn't know what to do, but he could only nod his head in response.

It was almost seven o'clock after dinner, Fu Beibei went home to play mahjong, and Fu Cizhou took Zhu Yu to Yuanzhou River to release the river lanterns.

Familiar boats and candles, the only difference is that the note on it is no longer crumpled and inferior paper, and the quality has risen to a higher level.

"What are you writing this time?" Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu and asked with a smile.

"I'll write." Zhu Yu took the pen and paper, put it on his mobile phone, and wrote stroke by stroke.

【Master is happy every day】

Fu Cizhou leaned over to take a look, and the smile on his face became brighter: "I knew you wanted to write about me."

Zhu Yu pursed her lips and smiled, ready to fold the note.

"Write a few more sentences." Fu Cizhou took the note again.

His handwriting followed that line, with different handwriting and different words written,

【Little fish is healthy and safe】

"If you want to make a wish and buy another one, it's fine. Why do you still occupy mine?"

Zhu Yu's eyes were stuffed with a note, and what he said was a bit embarrassing.

"I like you so I wrote one with you." Fu Cizhou bought a lighter and pressed it twice: "Where do you put it?"

"Upstream," Zhu Yu walked along the river, "there are fewer people there."

"Do you have to avoid people when setting off the river lantern?" Fu Cizhou followed behind him.

"It's not about avoiding people," Zhu Yu explained, "I just want it to float for a while longer."

If possible, he hopes that the paper boat carrying good wishes will stay on the water, just like him and Fu Cizhou, walking, talking and laughing aimlessly.

There were few people upstream, so the two went down the stairs and squatted by the river.

Fu Cizhou lit the candle, and Zhu Yu put the paper boat into the water.

On the dark lake, a little light flickered and rippled.

Zhu Yu was still squatting, poking the water surface with his fingers, pushing the paper boat forward.

I don't know if it was the candle or the wick was splashed with water, but when the boat swung to the middle of the river, the candle suddenly went out.

"Fuck? It's gone!"

Zhu Yu instantly stood up straight and looked forward.

If Fu Cizhou hadn't pulled him, he might have jumped off.

"Is it the wind?" Fu Cizhou also frowned.

"There was no wind just now." Zhu Yu denied.

"Maybe the candle is not good." Fu Cizhou found another reason.

Zhu Yu brushed off Fu Cizhou's hand, and walked two steps forward along the path below the river: "Fu Cizhou, go to the opposite side, and I will push the paper boat over here."

As he spoke, he squatted down and diverted the river to the other side.

"Just buy another one," Fu Cizhou pulled Zhu Yu's wrist, "This water is dirty, don't soak your hands in it all the time."

"It's sinking." Zhu Yu stood up suddenly, as if at a loss, and looked at Fu Cizhou beside him in a panic.

"It's probably a quality problem," Fu Cizhou wiped Zhu Yu's hand dry with paper, and warmed it in his palm, "I'll buy another one later."

"I won't buy it." Zhu Yu lowered his eyes, a little unhappy.

"Didn't we sink it last time?" Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's side face and rubbed his thumb over his eyes: "What quality can ten yuan have? You picked it, isn't there no way?"

Zhu Yu sighed lightly, as if he knew this truth.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the calm lake, but couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable.

"It's unlucky."

"You still believe this?" Fu Cizhou pinched his face, took Zhu Yu's hand and walked up a few steps.

Zhu Yu was not in a good mood and didn't want to look at the road, so he followed him dully.

Suddenly, Fu Cizhou grabbed Zhu Yu's shoulder, as if moving an object, and pressed him against the wall.

"Bidong." Fu Cizhou lowered his head and leaned closer, with a smile on his lips, "There are people here, and there is still time to care about the boat?"

This distance was a bit dangerous, Zhu Yu looked around, they were under one of the stone bridges across the Yuanzhou River.

The lights were thin, and the people were few, and the shadows of the two of them piled up and almost melted into the darkness.

"Do you know what this bridge is called?" Fu Cizhou's voice was very soft, with an unprecedented gentle smile.

Zhu Yu looked into his eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

Fu Cizhou: "The Bridge of Love."

"Good soil." Zhu Yu complained.

"Soil? Then I'll change it," Fu Cizhou immediately changed his words, "It's called Xiaoyuqiao."

Zhu Yu was unable to complain for a while: "You also started that one just now?"

"I'm not allowed to name the place of the first kiss?" Fu Cizhou was quite reasonable.

Zhu Yu immediately lowered his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it anymore: "I'm really convinced, someone said it in advance..."

"Come on, come on, look up," Fu Cizhou pinched Zhu Yu's chin, "Is there no reason not to do it this time?"

Several times, if it doesn't work, there will be shadows.

"Moji." Zhu Yu raised his hand to hold the back of Fu Cizhou's head, raised his head and put his lips on it.

The boy's kiss was green and fiery, and the intertwining of temptation and pity became more and more intense in the gradually chaotic breathing.

Someone walked side by side on the bridge, and children ran away laughing and holding windmills.

The hot rice cakes were freshly baked, and the aroma was carried far away with the night wind.

On the bridge is the noisy and complicated world, and under the bridge is the quiet and peaceful world of nostalgia.

Shall I compare thee to a Summer'sday?

Thou art more lovingly and more temperate.