Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou didn't know why Zhu Yu was so opposed to the hospital, but he knew that if he was sick, he had to be treated, and he didn't have to act coquettishly to say that he couldn't go.

"I'm not acting like a baby." Zhu Yu denied.

"You're humming," Fu Cizhou lifted him on his back, "You still rub against me, shit, stop rubbing against my neck."

"I didn't rub against you," Zhu Yu pressed Fu Cizhou's shoulder, and tilted his face back, "I'm also to blame for breathing?"

"Then don't breathe on my neck," Fu Cizhou moved his head, "itch."

The winter morning was dry and cold, and Zhu Yu was like a small stove when he had a fever, with warm steam rising from every breath.

Fu Cizhou moved his head, and the short hair on the back of his head swept across Zhu Yu's chin, scratching like a small brush.

He didn't hold on for a while with his back straightened up, feeling tired, so he lay back on his stomach again.

"Why are you rubbing against me again?" Fu Cizhou turned his face away.

Zhu Yu followed him this time and said, "I'm sleepy."

"Didn't sleep yesterday?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes: "Sleeping."

I just didn't sleep well, a dream was like running 1000 meters, and I was so tired.

"I'll just take some medicine," Zhu Yu murmured, "I'm not used to the smell of disinfectant, so I really don't want to go to the hospital."

Fu Cizhou stopped and shook his shoulders: "Asleep?"

Zhu Yu gave a low "hmm".

Fu Cizhou: "I see that your spirit is much better, can you go by yourself?"

"No," Zhu Yu strangled Fu Cizhou's neck with his arm, "tired."

Fu Cizhou let out a "hey" and said angrily, "Do you use me as a mount?"

Zhu Yu grinned sullenly: "Thank you, young master, I'm dizzy."

"Let's go to the hospital," Fu Cizhou continued to walk with Zhu Yu on his back, "Didn't your father run a clinic? Where is it?"

He was a little worried about Zhu Yu's hypoglycemia. If he became dizzy and then had a fever all of a sudden, he would be sick on top of each other, and something serious might happen.

"I really don't want to go..." Zhu Yu swayed his calf lazily, "If I go, my dad will definitely call me."

"Then we have to go," Fu Cizhou looked around, "Do you lead the way? If you don't lead the way, I will ask someone."

Zhu Yu held back for a while, then raised his finger to point in a direction.

He didn't have any strength in his body, he was dizzy, and his throat was sore. It seemed like there was no way to drag it on like this.

Forget it, let's go take a look.

The nearest clinic is the community hospital in the community. As the only doctor, Zhu Qin immediately put down his work when he learned that his son had a fever of 39 degrees.

"How did it burn like this? Didn't it go well last night?"

The nurse gave Zhu Yu a needle, and he sat in the corner of the rest area, his eyes downcast and he was very cute.

Fu Cizhou stood aside, and even felt that it was not the same person who strangled his neck and shook his legs just now.

Zhu Qin took a blanket for Zhu Yu, and Zhu Yu took off his coat and returned it to Fu Cizhou.

"What is this?" Zhu Qin pinched the fluff on Zhu Yu's sleeve and asked.

Fu Cizhou on the other side happened to have nothing to do, so he briefly described what happened today.

"I asked you to buy clothes a long time ago, and I insisted on listening." Zhu Qin patted Zhu Yu's cuff, and plucked off the white hair. "Get things done as soon as possible, don't always procrastinate."

Zhu Yu never refuted Zhu Qin's words, he nodded obediently, and then watched Zhu Qin leave.

The end of the year seems to be a period of high incidence of colds, and the clinic after nine o'clock is already full of people.

Large and small hanging bottles hung in a row in the air, and the infusion tubes hung down like a curtain, dripping liquid drop by drop.

Most of the patients are children, sleeping in the arms of their parents.

Fu Cizhou scanned a circle of people and saw that they all had warm babies more or less in their hands.

The uniform green packaging looks like a special supply for a hospital.

He was thinking about whether to make one for Zhu Yuye, but just as he turned a corner, he saw Zhu Qin bring two baby warmers over.

The tall man squatted in front of Zhu Yu, first stuffed one in his hand, and then tied another to the infusion tube.

"Have you had breakfast?" Zhu Qin asked.

"Eat." Zhu Yu said.

Fu Cizhou understood what it means to lie without changing his face and heartbeat.

Zhu Qin said "hmm": "Will you still pull out the needle? I don't want to wait here for a while, Dad will take you back."

"My friend can also send me back." Zhu Yu pursed his lips, "It's just that I forgot the key at home."

Zhu Qin handed Zhu Yu his key, gave a few instructions and got up to leave.

When passing by Fu Cizhou's side, he stopped to thank him, but Fu Cizhou didn't dare to continue, and quickly said it didn't matter.

"Have you eaten?" Fu Cizhou sat beside Zhu Yu and glanced at him, "Why didn't I know?"

"Hush..." Zhu Yu stood up and took off the hanging bottle directly, "Go home, go home."

"You're still stuck with a needle," Fu Cizhou looked up and saw Zhu Yu showing a section of his wrist, and he couldn't help but take the hanging bottle over. "Isn't it good to just sit down?"

"The hospital has a strange smell, I'm not used to it." Zhu Yu wrapped the blanket around his body, pulled Fu Cizhou and walked out.

Fu Cizhou couldn't resist him, so he could only follow along.

The infusion tube was still holding the back of Zhu Yu's hand, and it was hanging under the blanket. Fu Cizhou bent down to grab a handful, and held Zhu Yu's hand in his.

"Be careful."

He just let go of his hand.

Zhu Yu said "Oh" and smiled at Fu Cizhou: "It's okay, at most I will get blood back."

"Why don't you let him recover blood?" Fu Cizhou saw a fluff hanging on his lower lip, and wiped it away without thinking too much.

"Why?" Zhu Yu dodged him for a while, and raised his hand to wipe his mouth.

Fu Cizhou felt so uncomfortable in his heart, he frowned and said, "You hairy!"

Zhu Yu wiped it vigorously twice: "Is there any more?"

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu's bloodless lips, which were rubbed and turned pale, then turned pink, and finally had some color.

The "unpleasant" in his heart seemed to have mutated into "uncomfortable".

Zhu Yu was still rubbing his mouth, Fu Cizhou raised his hand and stretched it aside: "Are you dead? Your hands are so cold."

"That's how I am," Zhu Yu smiled and patted him back, "It's okay."

Fu Cizhou hesitated for a moment, took off his coat, and took a hat to slap Zhu Yu on the head: "Trouble."

The hat was wide enough to cover half of his face. Zhu Yu subconsciously raised his hand to support the brim of the hat, and the infusion tube turned red in an instant.

"Don't move around," Fu Cizhou quickly raised the bottle to the highest point, grabbed Zhu Yu's wrist and pulled it down, "Can't you be more honest?"

"I've covered my eyes." Zhu Yu stood where he was, and blew on the white hair covering his face.

Fu Cizhou adjusted the hat, and patiently fastened the tether and buttons tightly: "There are too many things."

"Hey..." Zhu Yu smiled and exhaled hot air, "Aren't you cold?"

After Fu Cizhou took off his coat, he also put on a thick fleece sweater.

"Don't ask a question twice." Fu Cizhou stretched out his arm and strangled Zhu Yu's neck.

Even so, it still answered his question: "The sun is so big, it's okay."

Zhu Yu is a little shorter than Fu Cizhou, and he is even a little bit resistant to the pressure of the opponent.

"Master," Zhu Yu looked up, "I want to eat pancakes."

Fu Cizhou didn't know what illness he had. Zhu Yu said he wanted to eat pancakes, so he went out to find pancakes for him.

It's a pity that it's almost ten o'clock now, and there are still people selling it.

After turning around and going back again, Zhu Yu opened the door for him with a hanging bottle, and he seemed to be much more energetic.

"Where are the pancakes?" Zhu Yu asked.

"I didn't find it," Fu Cizhou walked into the yard, still dangling a plastic bag in his hand, "I just bought some, whether I like it or not."

Zhu Yu closed the courtyard door and handed the hanging bottle to Fu Cizhou's face: "Hold it."

Fu Cizhou said silently in his heart and didn't care about the sick number, so he took it obediently and held it up.

Zhu Yu took out a hand, took the plastic bag in Fu Cizhou's hand and turned it over, it was full of snacks.

He opened a box of Oreos and ate them: "How do you know my family?"

Fu Cizhou: "Didn't you point it out yourself? I used to go to the back for dinner, and you said that your family lives in this courtyard."

Zhu Yu's house is next to the edge of the community, and there is a barbecue stall on the street behind. I used to have dinner with Wang Ying and the others.

It was probably a casual remark, but Zhu Yu didn't take it to heart.

He took a biscuit and handed it to Fu Cizhou's mouth: "Do you want to eat it?"

Fu Cizhou raised his hand and squeezed the biscuit over: "This thing is too sweet."

Zhu Yu seems to like eating sweets very much, so that black biscuit crumbs stained his teeth, Fu Cizhou hated it.

"Brush your teeth." Fu Cizhou slipped into the room.

"It's already done." Zhu Yu led the person into his room, "I took some medicine, and I feel like I'm already well."

Fu Cizhou hung the bottle on the hanger according to Zhu Yu's instructions.

Then he put away his coat and sat on the chair in front of the table.

He looked around Zhu Yu's bedroom, and said, "Your room..."

Zhu Yu lay leaning against the head of the bed, and curled up his fingers under the quilt when his words stopped.

"It's really clean." Fu Cizhou's eyes fell back on Zhu Yu's face, and he added, "It's like a model house."