Salted Toffee

The corridor of the hospital was very quiet, and Fu Cizhou walking beside Zhu Yu always made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking down at the road, I don't know how to put my hands and feet.

His eyes were still sore from just now, and his nasal cavity was itchy whenever he spoke.

In fact, Zhu Yu didn't really want to be alone with Fu Cizhou, but since the other party asked, he didn't have the nerve to refuse.

Anyway, there will always be such a day.

I went back to the office first, originally planning to talk to my colleagues.

As a result, when the door was opened, none of the colleagues were seen, but Lin Wei sat in Zhu Yu's seat like a dog.

"Yo," he threw the ballpoint pen in his hand into the pen holder, his gaze swept across Zhu Yu, and then fixed on Fu Cizhou's face, "What's the matter?"

The scene was a bit embarrassing, Zhu Yu was caught in the middle, a little worried that the two would fight in the hospital.

"What's the matter?" He walked into the office and asked Lin Wei.

"Yes," Lin Wei pushed the table and stood up, "I'm in a hurry, you have to come with me."

"I'm at work." Zhu Yu frowned.

"I asked for leave with your director." Lin Wei put Zhu Yu's shoulder on his shoulders, "What? Can you go with him, but can't you go with me?"

Fu Cizhou had a gloomy face, as if he was quite dissatisfied with Lin Wei's action.

Zhu Yu took off his white coat and brushed Lin Wei's hand away: "What's the matter?"

"I said something urgent," Lin Wei stood up straight, with a straight face, "I came here specially to see you, can you go?"

Zhu Yu was a little embarrassed, and glanced at Fu Cizhou several times at the door.

"Let's talk about the mess between you two later," Lin Wei tied the clothes in Zhu Yu's hands and hung them on the hanger, and walked out with his arms in his arms.

It's fine to leave, but when passing by Fu Cizhou, you still have to say: "All right, brother?"

"Take your hands away." Fu Cizhou showed displeasure.

Lin Wei stretched out his five fingers, and the heel of his palm was still attached to Zhu Yu's shoulder.

Like a provocation, he opened and closed several times in front of Fu Cizhou.

"Friend, you don't want to do it here, do you?" He lowered his voice with some amusement.

Zhu Yu frowned and brushed Lin Wei's hand away, raised his eyes to Fu Cizhou and said, "Can I tell you later?"

Although he didn't know what Lin Wei wanted from him, but seeing the other party's appearance, there should be something really urgent.

"Well, you can contact me when you come back," Fu Cizhou walked out of the office and added, "My number is still the same."

Zhu Yu was slightly taken aback, then nodded slightly.

The corridor of the hospital was very long, Fu Cizhou stood there watching Zhu Yu and Lin Wei leave side by side.

Lin Wei clasped Zhu Yu's shoulders with his palms, just like Fu Cizhou did the same in the evening after the get out of class bell rang, smiling and hugging Zhu Yu in his arms.

Maybe then they would be closer.

At that time, Zhu Yu was still smiling at least.

"Ding--"

The elevator goes to the underground car park.

Zhu Yu pushed Lin Wei away for the third time, frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay," Lin Wei said with a smile, "I'm looking for you for supper."

Zhu Yu stopped in his tracks, turned around and was about to press the elevator button.

"You want to go back?" Lin Wei took out the car key and turned it on his finger, "Talk to your ex-boyfriend and confess?"

Zhu Yu's hand froze in the air.

Lin Wei walked to his side and held Zhu Yu's finger: "You are so interesting, you say you want to start over and throw away the past, but you have already planned to come to Yuanzhou and meet each other again. "

Zhu Yu stood in front of the elevator, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"I've long felt that you didn't speak the truth. If you really think about it, you should have lied to yourself. You act too much, and you really treat yourself as someone else. Do you think he likes you? The next step is to get back together with him. And continue acting?"

Lin Wei's smile gradually faded, he let go of Zhu Yu's hand, and said seriously: "Zhu Yu, don't forget what you said once, you said you want to be yourself, do you still know what you are like?"

Zhu Yu stared at the red number on the elevator, curled his fingers into a fist, trembling: "I didn't..."

"You have," Lin Wei interrupted him, "As soon as you see him can't even walk well, as long as he says a few words, you can immediately return to his side and continue to play Zhu Yu, which you have played for 15 years! "

His voice was a little loud, and the accentuated words echoed slightly in the basement.

Zhu Yu's eyes turned red: "I won't..."

Lin Wei pressed Zhu Yu's shoulder and said firmly, "You will."

There was too much helplessness in the brief silence.

Looking at Zhu Yu's drooping eyelashes, Lin Wei also felt uncomfortable.

The Zhu Yu he knew was excellent and calm, as if he was invincible.

But it was also the same person who committed suicide in despair in the icy lake, and broke down and cried after being rescued by him.

Human beings' sorrows and joys are not connected, just like Lin Wei can't think of anything that can make people cry like this.

Lin Wei doesn't like to see men cry, he used to always think it's motherly and cowardly, disgusting as hell.

But then he always wanted Zhu Yu to cry again, that seemed to be his only way to vent.

This person shrank into his hard shell and refused to come out. It took Lin Wei six or seven years to finally let the other party open a gap.

Is the most boring feeling.

While Lin Wei felt bored, he was also a little curious.

What kind of person is able to fall into Zhu Yu's eyes.

It's a pity that slowly, this curiosity was gradually replaced by other emotions. Lin Wei thought it would take a long time, and he was always in no hurry to take his time.

But unexpectedly, after seven years, the two would meet again.

After being shocked, he found that everything was arranged by Zhu Yu.

What's even more ridiculous is that I don't know anything about it.

That person was impulsive and reckless, just like what Zhu Yu said.

It's just that the other party loves Zhu Yu even more than Lin Wei imagined. He saw it and realized that he had no chance of winning.

So what are these years of my own?

He pulled Zhu Yu out of the past, and Zhu Yu pretended to follow him to the new life.

After seven years of stumbling, Lin Wei suddenly turned around and found that Zhu Yu had returned to the very beginning, with his back to him, still staying in the past.

The other party was so good at lying that even an old fritter like Lin Wei was deceived.

Over the years, Zhu Yu never planned to be himself.

"You said I cared because I couldn't get it, so how do you know he wasn't?" Lin Wei laughed angrily, grabbed Zhu Yu's wrist and pulled it in front of him, "You know it in your head, right? He's the same as me, what? No one can find it? These seven years will only over-beautify the former you in his heart, and then make the gap more obvious and more disappointing!"

"No one will stay in the past," Lin Wei stared into Zhu Yu's eyes and said word by word, "You are, so you are sick."

Zhu Yu didn't know how he got out of the hospital.

The corner of his mouth was sore, and there was a little bit of blood stained by his fingertips.

Slowly recalling, it was the fight with Lin Wei just now.

Lin Wei acted like crazy, beating and cursing at the same time.

What kind of "You fucking don't pay attention to me" "Have I fed the dog all these years", like a primary school chicken, the kind of rogue with red eyes when he can't get what he wants.

Zhu Yu thought it was ridiculous again.

In fact, Lin Wei and Fu Cizhou are quite alike in some ways, for example, they usually don't look serious, and sometimes they have convulsions and choke with him.

He also found that Fu Cizhou was really good to him, at least at the age of seventeen or eighteen years old, the other party had never really been cruel to him.

Seventeen or eighteen years old.

What a beautiful word, he and Fu Cizhou were seventeen or eighteen years old.

Zhu Yu stood by the flower bed, lowered his head and straightened his messy cuffs.

He is ill, wish Yu know.

His unconscious imitation is carved into his bones, and he has always lived in the appearance of another person.

Fu Cizhou likes him to laugh and likes him to make trouble, so he makes trouble with Fu Cizhou with a smile.

Fu Cizhou called him Xiaoyu, and he liked the name, saying that he was Zhu Xiaoyu.

Yes, he changed from "Zhu Yu" to "Zhu Xiaoyu".

Modify the character and details a little bit, and it still looks cute.

In addition to not being able to predict Fu Cizhou's thoughts, he is too good at observing words and expressions.

He fooled Wei Xia, Zhu Qin, and Fu Cizhou, but failed to fool Lin Wei and himself.

Zhu Yu is still not very clear about what kind of person he is.

He has no hobbies or interests, no rejection or dislike.

He is like an empty shell, if there is no core to fill in, he will not be able to live as a person.

He was always imitating, and imitating.

Once a habit becomes natural, it seems impossible to stop.

"Congratulations?"

A familiar female voice brought Zhu Yu back to reality from his complicated thoughts, and when Zhu Yu looked up, it turned out to be Zhong Yan and Fu Yanting.

It was as if a rope tightened his throat in an instant, and Zhu Yu forgot what he was going to do for a moment.

"Auntie..." He squeezed out a title from his throat, and when he looked at Fu Yanting behind Zhong Yan, he couldn't even squeeze out the word "Uncle".

He still remembered the other party's warning seven years ago, pressing down on Zhu Yu like a mountain and he couldn't breathe.

I don't even want to say anything.

"mom."

The timing of Fu Cizhou's appearance was just right, Zhu Yu turned sideways, nodded his head slightly, and then lifted his foot to leave.

Fu Cizhou glanced at his parents hastily, and then quickly followed Zhu Yu's figure.

"Zhu Xiaoyu." He held Zhu Yu's wrist by the flower pond in the corner of the hospital, and pulled him in front of him.

Zhu Yu lowered his head, thinking about what Lin Wei said just now.

"Have you finished your business?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Hmm." Zhu Yu turned his head to the side and said casually.

Compared with the huge reaction when getting along with Fu Cizhou before, Zhu Yu has accepted it a little bit now.

But despite this, he still couldn't help rubbing his arms, as if he had some ADHD, and couldn't stop for a while.

"Is it cold?" Fu Cizhou observed Zhu Yu's movements and thought it was because the other party was not wearing a coat.

He took off his coat and handed it over, Zhu Yu shook his head and didn't pick it up.

"Fu, Fu Cizhou," Zhu Yu's eyes wandered around, and finally stopped on Fu Cizhou's knee, "Is your leg okay?"

Fu Cizhou paused, his shoulders slumped, and he chuckled.

He shook off his coat, and raised his hand to put it on Zhu Yu's shoulders: "It's nothing."

"No need," Zhu Yu took half a step back to avoid Fu Cizhou's touch: "I'm not cold."

The temperature was very low at night in winter, and when Zhu Yu spoke, he spit out a large cloud of fog, which dissipated at the intersection of the two people's eyes.

"Actually, my surname is Liang," Zhu Yu suddenly raised his voice, "My name is Liang An."

"Peace Ann," he pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty, and smiled a little ugly, "Don't you know?"

This Fu Cizhou really didn't know.

"There are many things you don't know, and I'm actually lying to you." Zhu Yu was a little nervous, and the words he said seemed to be arguing, with an aggressive posture, "But you don't have to be too disappointed, because the people I lied to There are many."

"It's okay." Fu Cizhou seemed unmoved, "You can lie to me."

Zhu Yu's eyelashes trembled, and he kept blinking: "Normal people don't stay in place. I have changed a lot in the past seven years, and it may not be what you imagined."

"It's okay," Fu Cizhou was still the same as before, "It's just you."

Zhu Yu didn't dare to look into his eyes, and said again: "Which me? You don't know at all."

"I don't know," Fu Cizhou said in a deep voice, "If you don't tell me, how would I know?"

"Why should I tell you," Zhu Yu said incoherently, he held his arm and restrained his trembling, "I, I don't want to tell you."

"Don't tell me, but can you tell others?" Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu, "What's your relationship with Lin Wei? A doctor and a patient? Do you live together?"

"No, I'm not sick," Zhu Yu looked up abruptly, "He, he is, is mine, a friend of mine."

Zhu Yu's voice became smaller and smaller, as if guilty, he lowered his head again.

Fu Cizhou couldn't quite hear what he was muttering.

"Let's go back."

Sensing that the other party's mood was not right, Fu Cizhou simply interrupted the conversation.

Zhu Yu nodded, but walked in the opposite direction from the inpatient department.

"Zhu Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou stopped in place and shouted, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Yu turned around, stared blankly at Fu Cizhou, and asked after a while, "What's wrong with me?"

Zhu Yu in front of him is not normal.

"Fu Cizhou, do you want to make up with me?" Zhu Yu walked back to Fu Cizhou's side again, "Do you like me? What kind of me do you like?"

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu and remained silent.

"Is it because of regret? Or because I can't get it? Is it because I am very attractive to you? Because I like to laugh?"

Zhu Yu opened his eyes slightly, looked at Fu Cizhou and waited for his answer.

"But I don't like to laugh, I don't like fish, I don't like blue, and I don't like candy. I'm not the same as you like me. Are you, will you be disappointed?"

"You like 17-year-old Zhu Xiaoyu, not me."

"Will you blame me? You lost Zhu Xiaoyu."

The boy who used to love to laugh, the 17-year-old who would fight with Fu Cizhou.

Fu Cizhou likes Zhu Xiaoyu, but Zhu Yu can't be found.

Fu Cizhou reached out and grabbed Zhu Yu's fingertips.

Zhu Yu curled his fingers slightly, but this time he did not escape.

"Who are you now? What's your name?" Fu Cizhou held the first knuckle and asked softly, "Can you tell me?"

Zhu Yu stared blankly at his fingers: "My name is..."

He paused: "My name is Zhu Yu."

"Well, Zhu Yu," Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's finger, and then reached into his palm, "My name is Fu Cizhou."

Zhu Yu's arms shrank back, and he muttered repeatedly: "Fu Cizhou."

"Can we get to know each other?"

"…Um?"

"from now on."

"..."

"hello."