Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu was stunned for a long time.

He didn't seem to be able to understand the other party's words. He waited until Fu Cizhou held the palm of his hand, then raised his head and asked, "What did you say?"

Fu Cizhou bowed slightly, and stepped forward to touch Zhu Yu's forehead: "You think you are different, then I will get to know you again from now on, and know you now."

Zhu Yu trembled violently: "Yes, but..."

"It's nothing." Fu Cizhou wrapped his arms around his shoulders and covered Zhu Yu's back with his coat. "Are you cold? Your little face and hands are freezing cold."

Zhu Yu hesitated to speak, and finally closed his mouth and remained silent.

He didn't dare to look into Fu Cizhou's eyes, and finally surrendered to that familiar warmth.

"cold."

He wanted to say that his hands were cold, his feet were cold, his eyes hurt, and his throat hurt.

He also wanted to say that he missed him very much, and he kept thinking about it, so that he couldn't sleep well all night, thinking about it was uncomfortable and he didn't want to live.

"It's cold," Fu Cizhou wrapped his arms around Zhu Yu's back, hugging him tightly in the shadows, "I'll keep you warm."

Zhu Yu sniffled and pressed his face on Fu Cizhou's shoulder.

Fu Cizhou's hug seems to hide something unspeakable, no matter it was seven years ago or seven years later, it can make Zhu Yu quickly regain blood and heat up and return to a good state.

He didn't dare to look into Fu Cizhou's eyes, he just wanted to simply get closer.

Hug, touch, and comfort.

He wants to be with Fu Cizhou.

That's it.

It's not a good place to go outside on a deep winter night.

If conditions permit, Fu Cizhou wants to hold Zhu Yu until dawn.

However, not long after, the other party sneezed in his arms.

Zhu Yu's health is a bit poor. If it is too hot in summer, he will suffer from heatstroke, and in winter, he will have a fever if it is too cold.

Holding hands and taking them back to the hospital, Zhu Yu took off Fu Cizhou's coat and handed it back.

"Do you want to go home?" Fu Cizhou took back his clothes, still worried about Zhu Yu's body, "I can send you off."

Zhu Yu shook his head: "I still have to be on duty."

Zhu Yu didn't want to believe Lin Wei's words now. He asked the person in charge of the department, but the other party didn't ask for leave at all.

Zhu Yu had expected it a long time ago, and was not surprised when he heard the result.

He went back to the office and put on a white coat, then pulled a mask and put it on his face.

It is generally not necessary to bring it on duty at night, let alone when there is no one in the office.

But I don't know why, Zhu Yu just wanted to take it with me.

The smell of disinfectant water is wafting in the air, and the cleaners will start spraying and cleaning again at six or seven o'clock tomorrow.

The concentration of disinfectant water at that time should be the highest.

Zhu Yu held down his mask, moved his upper body back and leaned against the back of the chair.

The warm breath was trapped in it, sticking to his cheek.

"Dangdangdang" sounded three times, Zhu Yu sat up straight and said "Please come in".

He unscrewed the cap of the pen and took a medical record on the table.

Flipping the paper with his fingers, he looked up at the visitor at the table.

It's Fu Cizhou.

He pressed the edge of the table with one hand, and handed him a big white rabbit toffee with the other hand: "Grandma gave it."

Zhu Yu lowered his eyes again, and his eyes stopped on the red and blue candy paper.

But it was not brought over.

"I'll come over tomorrow morning," Fu Cizhou put the candy in Zhu Yu's hand, "bring you breakfast."

Zhu Yu's thumb was pressed against the corner of the course of disease, as if he was competing with something, and the top of the paper was crumpled.

"Yeah." He replied in a low voice, still lowering his head.

"I'm leaving." Fu Cizhou hooked his lips, turned and left.

There was a soft sound when the door was closed, Zhu Yu turned over a few pages of the course of illness as if nothing had happened, and finally couldn't help but continued to ignore the toffee that was left aside, took it over and clenched his palm tightly.

On the other side, Fu Cizhou went to the parking lot to go back.

Along the way, a lot of parking spaces around were vacant, empty and quiet.

Just when Fu Cizhou was about to reach the exit and was about to take out his ID card and swipe his card, a black car appeared out of the sky, and it went straight to the front of his car as if he had no eyes.

He reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh and sharp sound.

Who the hell is sick playing this in a parking lot? !

Fu Cizhou tore off the seat belt, and saw Lin Wei in the opposite car smiling playfully through the two windshields.

"Fuck," he cursed secretly, "crazy."

The accident happened at the exit, and the staff of the parking lot quickly came to inquire about the situation.

Lin Wei admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and even got out of the car to match Fu Cizhou.

"I'm sorry to frighten you so much, but I'll buy you a drink. What do you think?"

The staff had never seen such a familiar way of apologizing, and they stared at Lin Wei strangely.

"Where are you going?" Fu Cizhou asked.

The strangeness of the staff deepened a bit, looking at these two people as if they were looking at a monster.

Lin Wei pursed his lips and smiled, opened the door and got into the car: "Just follow."

The two cars left the hospital one after the other. Lin Wei didn't go far, and stopped at a temporary parking space outside a street corner.

He got out of the car, ignored Fu Cizhou, and went straight into a convenience store.

When he came out again, he had a beer in his hand, sat on the side of the road without any particular attention, and opened one of the cans.

Fu Cizhou had very little contact with Lin Wei. In his impression, he thought that the other party was some kind of refined and serious cultural person, but he didn't expect to be able to point and sit where he was like Wang Ying and Yuan Yixia, without any psychological burden.

He walked to Lin Wei, Lin Wei raised his hand and handed him a can of beer.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Fu Cizhou took it over: "Long story short."

"I'm so sorry," Lin Wei wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "I have a lot to say."

Fu Cizhou opened the beer with one hand, and the foam inside rushed out, dripping down the can to the ground.

Lin Wei bet that he would not leave, and he did not.

"I have known Zhu Yu for seven years, and I know him better than you." Lin Wei stood up and raised an eyebrow at Fu Cizhou, "Do you admit it?"

Fu Cizhou sneered, raised his hand and took a sip of beer.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit it.

Now I know almost nothing about Zhu Yu, and it is Lin Wei who fills up the past seven years.

"Ha!" Lin Wei took a step back with a smile, "Do you know who caused all this?"

Fu Cizhou looked at him and frowned slightly: "This is between me and him."

"Do you think it's your parents?" Lin Wei suddenly approached Fu Cizhou, almost hitting the tip of his nose, "Do you think it's Zhu Yu's parents?"

Fu Cizhou pushed Lin Wei away: "What do you want to say?"

"Ever since I found out about Zhu Yu, I really wanted to scold you." Lin Wei drank the rest of the beer with his head up, pinching the can with his fingers together, "You don't understand him, you don't understand him, you love him Did nothing and almost killed him."

Fu Cizhou's unchanging heart finally became turbulent: "What's wrong with him?"

But Lin Wei acted as if he didn't hear, and continued to say what he wanted to say: "Since you know Zhu Yu's childhood experience, you know that his mentality has never been in a healthy state, but you insisted on making it public despite his objections. Have you thought that your relationship will worsen his condition?"

Fu Cizhou squeezed hard with his fingers and squeezed the can with a "click".

He didn't think about it.

He didn't even think about Zhu Yu's mental health problems.

"Do you know what Zhu Yu is like? Is he really happy to be with you? Do you like Zhu Yu?" Lin Wei paused, and asked word by word, "Is it him, or the one who already The dead 'Zhu Yu'?"

The eyes of the two met in the air, Fu Cizhou's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see any emotion clearly.

"I do have many problems with Zhu Yu, but I will handle them properly."

"Properly handle it?" Lin Wei felt amused, "Where is your problem? How do you deal with it? Go ask Zhu Yu? Do you think he will tell you?"

Fu Cizhou's eyes were deep, and he asked in a low voice: "What do you want to say?"

"Do you know that there is a disease called digital phobia?" Lin Wei threw away the can in his hand, bent down and picked up another bottle.

他就像是酒后闲聊，随意而又散漫：“我看过一个案例，有个人患有数字4恐惧症。他看到数字4就呼吸困难害怕心慌，比如4路汽车、4根油条、单价为4的商品，或者显示的4点、14点、44分。”

"He'd skip that bus, he'd throw away a churros, he'd trade in other merchandise, he'd get stuck in extreme fear during what he thought was a dangerous time."

"Many of these situations are psychological shadows left after being stimulated. For example, people who are afraid of the number 4 have had tragedies or major blows related to 4 in their childhood."

"You are Zhu Yu's number 4."