Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou was not a messy person, and Zhong Yan would talk to him whenever he had something to do, so his room was still clean.

Zhu Yu's room is also clean, even cleaner than his, which is a bit abnormal.

None of the furniture in the room seemed old, and there were no other decorations.

There is only a desk lamp on the table, and a pen holder with two pens inserted.

Piles of exercise books and tutorial books filled the entire bookshelf, and the dense calculation draft paper was still left unthrown.

Fu Cizhou couldn't tell what was wrong, and he always felt that this place was not like a bedroom, but like the rest hotel where he stayed in the summer camp special training.

"The life of a top student is so boring and monotonous," Zhu Yu shrank himself into the bed, "I'm so sleepy."

The infusion tube dangled in the air, and the warm baby attached to it rested on the bed sheet.

As far as Zhu Yu's arm went, it got stuck on the edge of the quilt.

The tugging on the back of the hand made Zhu Yu give a soft "Hey..." sound.

He sat up again from under the quilt and flipped the quilt with his other hand.

Fu Cizhou got up and sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and carefully tore off the warm baby stuck to the infusion tube: "You don't want to buy clothes anymore?"

"Buy it," Zhu Yu closed his eyes, not wasting a minute or a second to take a nap, "but I am, a little sleepy."

It is estimated that it is the effect of the medicine, which makes people want to sleep.

Zhu Yu struggled to open his eyes, looked at Fu Cizhou weakly and said, "Why don't you wait for me? I'll just sleep for half an hour, and I'll treat you to lunch when the hanging bottle is finished."

"It's almost cooked and you want to run outside?" Fu Cizhou pulled Zhu Yu's quilt and put a hand behind his shoulder, "Go to sleep, I'll call you when you're done hanging."

Fu Cizhou was surprisingly gentle, and Zhu Yu was even a little uncomfortable.

His eyelids were almost glued together, and he didn't forget to mutter: "Are you not angry?"

"Am I that bad-tempered?" Fu Cizhou threw the quilt over Zhu Yu's face.

Zhu Yu moved his head to expose his mouth and nose, sighed softly and said "nothing".

Fu Cizhou's temper... well done.

He was so sleepy that he fell into a dream with his eyelids glued together.

In a daze, someone tucked the quilt for him, and Zhu Yu subconsciously thought it was Wei Xia.

But in the next second he realized that this person should be Fu Cizhou.

"Just half a bottle?" Fu Cizhou put his palm on Zhu Yu's forehead, "Sleep with you."

Zhu Yu's eyelashes trembled and scratched Fu Cizhou's wrist.

Fu Cizhou withdrew his hand, his gaze resting on the curled eyelashes.

Zhu Yu's face was as small as a girl's, and he could cover half of it with one hand.

The mouth is pursed, the eyelashes are trembling, the eyes are curved, and even the sleeping eyes seem to be smiling.

Zhu Yu's eyes drooped, like a well-behaved dog, with natural smiling eyes.

Fu Cizhou thought of the seven or eight years old when he had a fight with Zhu Yu when he was a child, and suddenly found it quite interesting.

At an age that even dogs hate, it is probably unexpected that the two of them will be able to get along so peacefully ten years later.

Fu Cizhou bowed his head and smiled: "It's noisy."

While Zhu Yu was sleeping, Fu Cizhou played with his mobile phone for a while.

He looked up at the hanging bottle every few minutes, until the liquid inside was about to run out, and then pushed Zhu Yu's shoulder.

"Wake up." Fu Cizhou stood up to look at the hanging bottle, seeing that Zhu Yu didn't respond, he pinched his face again.

Zhu Yu's skin was very white, as if covered with a layer of milk, and there was still a crimson color hidden in it.

It's okay for Fu Cizhou to be far away, but when he gets close, he wants to pinch him.

Soft, slippery, like steamed milk pudding, or white rabbit taste.

Zhu Yu groaned, as if he had woken up.

He lay on his side, half-closed his eyes and pulled out the needle in his hand.

"I'll go," Fu Cizhou was surprised for a second, "You pull it out yourself?"

Liquid was still dripping out of the needle, Zhu Yu skillfully tied it into a knot on the infusion tube: "I'm so tired."

How come the more I sleep, the more tired I feel, it seems like a century has passed between opening and closing my eyes.

"Go back to sleep if you're tired."

Fu Cizhou took off the hanging bottle, picked it up together with the warm baby on the bedside table, and was about to turn around and throw it into the trash can.

It's just that he moved a little too much, the infusion tube hooked on the objects on the cabinet, and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Zhu Yu pressed the edge of the bed and looked down, Fu Cizhou squatted down and picked up the photo frame on the ground.

"What is this?" He turned it over and over, and after a few glances, he recognized it was a photo frame. "Empty?"

Fu Cizhou thought the photo had fallen out, so he looked down on the ground.

Zhu Yu took the photo frame over and put it back on the cabinet in silence.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and stretched like nothing happened: "Let's go, what do you want to eat?"

Zhu Yu didn't explain the photo frame until the end, and Fu Cizhou asked one question without any result, so he didn't ask the second sentence.

It seems to be peaceful and friendly, but in fact it holds a grudge in its heart.

"How about this one?" Zhu Yu chose a dark gray down jacket, the knee-length style, and wrapped herself tightly.

"Ugly." Fu Cizhou folded his arms and said in a bad mood.

"Be serious." Zhu Yu kicked his shoes.

"Short people still choose long ones?" Fu Cizhou's mouth almost pouted, "Change."

"The long one is warmer." Zhu Yu picked another black one, "Why don't you get the black one, it's more resistant to dirt."

"Soil," Fu Cizhou pointed casually, and selected a white one, "this one."

Zhu Yu glanced at it, and saw that the billboard with "Our New Style" printed on the neckline of the clothes was very eye-catching.

The style that Fu Cizhou was referring to was indeed a bit good-looking, at least Zhu Yu thought it looked better than the one on his body and hands.

But this white down jacket is too coquettish to wear, and it is not enough to wash after wearing it for a few days.

And... so expensive.

"Forget it," Zhu Yu pursed his lips, "it's a bit expensive."

Seeing that Zhu Yu was not happy, Fu Cizhou felt comfortable: "That's all."

"Whoever tells you is the only one," Zhu Yu pointed at the price, "I can't afford it."

This dress is four figures, and Zhu Yu's money is only two-thirds of it.

Fu Cizhou stretched his arm and took off the white one: "I'll buy it."

Before Zhu Yu had time to say what was wrong with Fu Cizhou, he saw that the young master was rich and powerful, and he pulled the tag without even trying: "Let's go."

"I really can't afford it!" Zhu Yu was dumbfounded, "If you buy it, you pay for it!"

Fu Cizhou put the clothes in the arms of the shopping guide: "I'll take them out."

The shopping guide girl's eyes were bright, and she quickly sold while the iron was hot: "Sir, do you want to see other styles? We have an event in our store today, and two pieces are [-]% off."

"Just, just one." Zhu Yu stammered as he spoke, poking at his phone, checking his balance in despair.

He forced it together, maybe he could also get the third.

Life always has to be desperate for something - such as a piece of clothing that is too flamboyant.

"[-]% off," Fu Cizhou thought for a while, "Then I'll get another one."

He turned around and took another black one of the same style from the hanger.

Zhu Yu was taken aback, and subconsciously reminded: "Speak well and don't talk about trademarks!"

As if deliberately contradicting the other party, Fu Cizhou tore off the tag after hearing what he said.

"Ah..." Zhu Yu let out a low scream from his throat.

"Do you want dark colors?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu helped his forehead: "Hmm..."

Fu Cizhou also handed the dress to the shopping guide, and smiled politely at Zhu Yu: "Sorry, this is mine."