Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu had to take a look at Fu Cizhou, even if he left, he had to ask the matter clearly before leaving.

You have to go, or you can't.

"Xiao Yu." Zhu Qin frowned.

"Dad..." Zhu Yu tied his shoelaces and stood up, "I'm sorry."

If the last sentence of apology is because of Fu Cizhou's affairs.

Then this apology is for my own willfulness in the future.

"What are you going to do?" Zhu Qin advised, "You are still young."

"Go and have a look," Zhu Yu pulled the zipper to the highest position, covering half of his face, "I'll be back soon."

Fu Cizhou's home is very close to the school, and it took about ten minutes to walk to the gate of the community.

The access control of the community is very strict, and you cannot enter without the key of the head of the household.

Zhu Yu explained that he went in to find someone, but apart from knowing the name of the person, he couldn't tell which building it was.

Fu Cizhou's cell phone fell, and no one could be reached. Zhu Yu wandered around the door like a fool for a long time.

In the end, the guard relented and asked him to lock the mobile phone in the security booth, go in to find someone, and bring the head of the household back to get the mobile phone.

Zhu Yu quickly responded, and only then did he know the specific address of Fu Cizhou's home.

He walked through the towering high-rise residential area, and finally stopped in a villa residential area.

After all, he had only been with Fu Cizhou for two and a half months. He only knew that Fu Cizhou's family was rich and he was a pampered young master.

However, this "rich" has only a concrete concept until today.

He remembered what Zhu Qin said, that the other party's family was not something petty citizens like them could provoke.

It's probably because Fu Cizhou is cheerful and approachable on weekdays, and he doesn't have any domineering problems that only rich people have, so Zhu Yu even ignored this point.

There was a little gap in my heart, but it was quickly adjusted.

Zhu Yu sighed, and walked into this row of high-end villas with their own gardens.

The decoration of the gate of Fu Cizhou's house is considered to be more emotional from the perspective of Zhu Yuyi.

There are lush roses climbing on the guardrail, and the path paved with cobblestones is surrounded by small grass flowers.

The double doors of the iron art courtyard were half-closed, and there was a soft "squeak" when touched lightly.

Zhu Yu raised his eyes to look at the two-story duplex building in the yard, and suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

He knew very well in his heart that even if he came here, he couldn't change anything.

But he came anyway.

But don't know what to do.

Behavior is driven by sensibility, the purpose is just to meet Fu Cizhou.

The exhaled hot air formed into a white mist, and then dispersed in the air.

Zhu Yu lowered his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he raised his hand and pressed the electronic doorbell beside the door.

A few seconds later, Zhong Yan's voice came from inside.

"Who?"

"Ah, auntie..." Zhu Yu was a little nervous, curled up his fingers and clenched his sleeves, "I'm Zhu Yu..."

"squeak--"

The bench grazed the ground and made a sharp sound. Fu Cizhou strode towards the entrance. Before he could say a word, the communication equipment was turned off by Zhong Yan.

"It's Zhu Yu."

Zhong Yan frowned, and glanced at Fu Yanting who was sitting in the living room.

Fu Cizhou didn't even change his shoes, he stepped on the carpet and turned the doorknob of the door.

I just twisted it a few times, but it didn't come off.

"Open the door!" He punched it, turned around and said angrily to Fu Yanting, "What's the point of shutting me up like this?"

Fu Yanting was eating, as if he didn't hear Fu Cizhou's words: "Come back for dinner."

Zhong Yan sighed softly, walked back to the dining table and sat down.

Fu Cizhou wanted to open the communication device, but found that it was locked by Zhong Yan and could not be opened.

He strode back to the dining table and slammed his hands on the table: "Let me out!"

He has been locked up at home these days, and Fu Yanting, who usually doesn't spend much time at home, has been with him at home for nearly half a month.

At first, there were people watching in the room outside the courtyard, but now it has been a long time, and Fu Cizhou is too lazy to run away, so he withdraws a little, and only the three of them are left.

"I want to see him," Fu Cizhou said with red eyes, like an angry lion, "You imprison me for a month, do you want to imprison me forever?!"

Fu Yanting put down his chopsticks, stood up against the edge of the table.

"Husband..." Zhong Yan hurriedly stood up and yelled worriedly.

Fu Yanting ignored her, walked around the table and walked in front of Fu Cizhou.

Both father and son are very tall. If they stand together, Fu Yanting is still taller than Fu Cizhou.

Zhong Yan touched the table and followed all the way. She seemed a little scared, and tried her best to ease the atmosphere: "Speak up if you have something to say..."

"Let, me, go, go." Fu Cizhou paused every word, biting the words into his mouth.

"You are determined to fight against me." Fu Yanting was expressionless, and his words were not angry and pretentious.

"Yes," Fu Cizhou's eyes did not evade, and his face sank, "I want to see him."

"He will leave Nanhuai before tomorrow." Fu Yanting spoke slowly, as if he was executing a sentence, and it was bit by bit wearing Fu Cizhou's patience.

"You went to find him?!" Fu Cizhou pressed the edge of the table, his eyes tearing open, "I said you came at me for something!"

He was worried about Zhu Yu, turned around and ran to the door, raised his leg and kicked up: "What are you doing to make him difficult!"

"Bang!"

Hearing movement in the house, Zhu Yu suddenly raised his head and looked inside.

"Fu Cizhou!"

He called out, but there seemed to be no answer.

"Kill me if you have the ability!" Fu Cizhou went back to the dining table, clenched his fist and punched it, "I also like men when you lock me up, and I still like men when you lock me up forever!"

With a crisp "snap", Fu Yanting raised his hand and slapped Fu Cizhou across the face.

The slap was so strong that Fu Cizhou's eyes went dark, and a sharp tinnitus sounded in his left ear.

"Husband..." Zhong Yan walked to Fu Yanting's side and grabbed his sleeve.

Fu Cizhou swallowed the rusty smell in his mouth, and repeated again: "Let me out."

Fu Yanting raised his arm and said to Zhong Yan, "Open the door for him."

Fu Cizhou looked over in surprise, not understanding why Fu Yanting's attitude changed so quickly.

Zhong Yan responded, and walked towards the entrance in three steps.

Really let him go?

Fu Cizhou followed immediately.

But the moment he turned around, Fu Yanting picked up the solid wooden chair beside the dining table and threw it at Fu Cizhou's leg.

"Bang-"

Fu Cizhou knelt down in response, and groaned from his Adam's apple.

"Old Fu!" Zhong Yan ran back screaming, "What are you doing!"

The leg hurts so badly that I can almost hear the sound of my own bones collapsing.

Fu Cizhou shook off Zhong Yan's support, put his palms on the ground, and stood up gritted his teeth.

"He asked you to open the door."

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, Fu Cizhou spat out a mouthful of blood and continued to walk towards the door.

Zhong Yan knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes.

She looked at her son, then at her husband, and finally got up to open the door.

But then, another chair slammed into the same position.

There was a crisp "click", which Fu Cizhou could hear clearly this time.

"Fu Yanting!" Zhong Yan ran back like a collapse, and pushed Fu Yanting regardless, "What are you doing! You really want to kill him!"

Fu Cizhou fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

The severe pain made his eyes black, and he couldn't tell the north, south, east, and west when he was standing upright.

"How can a child hit like this! Are you crazy! What if you break it! Why do you beat my son!"

Zhong Yan's crying kept ringing in his ears, Fu Cizhou barely propped himself up with his forearms, trying to keep himself awake.

"He just wants to meet! You let him meet!"

Cold sweat dripped down in strands, Fu Cizhou pulled the chair lying beside him, dragged his calf so painful that he couldn't feel it, and slowly moved towards the door.

He climbed onto the doorknob with his hand and twisted it a few more times.

"Open the door!"

Fu Cizhou leaned against the door panel, seemingly exhausted.

There was blood on the floor, faintly hidden in the dark brown wooden floor.

This time it was Fu Yanting who came over and put his hand on the handle.

Zhu Yu is right outside the door, Fu Cizhou thought.

I got to see him, talk to him, and not worry him.

This thought ran through my mind, but was suddenly interrupted by the soft sound of the door lock being unlocked.

He didn't want Zhu Yu to worry.

But with his current state, how could Zhu Yu not be worried.

Fu Cizhou braced himself up, and suddenly looked up at Fu Yanting.

The moment the door opened, he finally knew why the other party suddenly changed his mind and agreed to go see Zhu Yu.

"Don't..." Fu Cizhou reached out to pull, but the door was already opened.

A few meters away from the cobblestone road, when Fu Cizhou saw the shock in Zhu Yu's eyes, he knew it was too late.

"Go."

Fu Yanting handed Fu Cizhou a long-handled umbrella from the umbrella pool at the door.

Fu Cizhou held on to the door frame with one hand, but did not answer it.

After the severe pain, his legs gradually became conscious. Every step he took seemed to be hit with a hammer. The pain made his head sweat and his fingers numb.

Now that you've seen it all, so be it.

As long as you explain clearly, Zhu Yu should understand.

Fu Cizhou held the door of the hospital, separated from Zhu Yu by a short staircase.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and he forced a smile: "I'm fine, my dad did it on purpose, just to make you worry..."

Just after saying a few words, Fu Yanting walked to Fu Cizhou's side.

The man lowered his eyes, seeing all the horror in Zhu Yu's eyes.

Zhu Yu took half a step back, his teeth chattering.

"He is my son." Fu Yanting glanced at Fu Cizhou, and then fixed his eyes on Zhu Yu's face again, "I can give him his life, and I can also ask him to come back."

Fu Yanting spoke with a little laziness and casualness, as if he was talking to Zhu Yu, "Today I ate beef stewed vermicelli".

But it's this kind of normality that makes the sentence just now sound extra real and believable, as if in the next second, he will really be able to take Fu Cizhou's life back.

"Dad...he has a bad heart, don't scare him..." Fu Cizhou grabbed Fu Yanting's sleeve, his voice was trembling, with a hint of pleading.

Fu Yanting ignored it and watched the other party's reaction in silence.

"Zhu Yu..." Fu Cizhou pushed open the courtyard door, and took a step forward to try to catch Zhu Yu, "Don't listen to his nonsense..."

But in the next second, Zhu Yu took a step back, abruptly avoiding Fu Cizhou's touch.

His knee slammed into the masonry, and his palm wiped the blood. Fu Cizhou couldn't believe it, and raised his head and shouted: "Zhu Yu, what are you doing?! He said that on purpose, don't be fooled by him!"

Zhu Yu blinked his eyes quickly, his tears were like broken beads, falling to the ground one after another.

"I always knew that you were a smart child." Fu Yanting's eyes seemed soft, but they were so pale that he couldn't see them. "You should know what to do."

Zhu Yu turned around and left.

"Zhu Yu..." Fu Cizhou panicked for a moment, "Zhu Yu——!"

Fu Cizhou's voice was left behind, Zhu Yu's footsteps became faster and faster, and finally ran.

The sun was shining brightly at noon in March.

The cold winter that just ended is back.