Salted Toffee

When Zhu Yu asked this sentence, Fu Cizhou was immediately dumbfounded.

He later realized that the beating heart in his ears was his own.

With a soft "pop", the pillow hanging beside the bed finally couldn't hold back and fell to the ground.

The sound was not loud and the movement was very small, but it successfully disturbed the two of them and broke the awkward staring at each other.

Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou's hand on Fu Cizhou's chest, pushed him away, and cursed: "Get out of here..."

Fu Cizhou only felt that his little heart was beating directly.

"Om-"

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Fu Cizhou stood up beside the bed, and got up to answer the phone.

Zhu Yu pulled the quilt over her body, rubbed her buttocks and threw the pillow back on the bed.

Zhong Yan opened the phone and told Fu Cizhou to have dinner.

Fu Cizhou glanced at Zhu Yu who was changing clothes by the bed, and casually said something to take him along.

Zhu Yu turned his head and stared, eyes full of resistance.

"I——don't—go—" He mouthed exaggeratedly, swinging his arms like a lucky cat, "no—go—no—go—"

Fu Cizhou turned around, pretending he didn't see it.

When Fu Cizhou hung up the phone, Zhu Yu went mad on the spot: "Fuck! I don't care where your family is going to eat! I don't care, I won't go, do whatever you want, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Fu Cizhou threw the phone on the table and reached out to grab Zhu Yu's clothes.

Zhu Yu was wearing pajamas, and just unbuttoned all the buttons, Fu Cizhou's tugging was like peeling the shell of an egg, and the inner membrane inside was "hula" torn off.

The young man's neck and shoulders are white, and the sockets of his shoulders are dazzling.

"Damn!" Zhu Yu crossed his arms and faced the closet with horror, "Fu Cizhou! You are so hungry!"

As soon as Fu Cizhou's temples exploded, he picked up the pillow and threw it on Zhu Yu's head: "Get lost!"

He changed his clothes in a frenzied manner, and Zhu Yu ran away with his bag.

Fu Cizhou chased the man into the elevator, strangled his neck and took him into the taxi.

"It's all here, let's have a meal."

"I really don't want to go, it's too embarrassing," Zhu Yu struggled with his hands on the car door, "Master, please let me live, I still want to go to Yuanzhou River to see the river lanterns at night!"

Yuanzhou is divided into east and west districts. The economic development of the east district is relatively fast, and there are many commercial districts and residential districts.

However, the pace of life in Xicheng is much more gentle. The famous Yuanzhou River runs across it, and now there is a trend of vigorously developing tourism.

As the end of the year approaches, people put river lanterns by the Yuanzhou River to pray for blessings every night. It is very prosperous and beautiful.

"What a coincidence," Fu Cizhou broke Zhu Yu's fingers and threw him into the car. "My grandma's house is near the Yuanzhou River."

A man can bend and stretch, and if he can't beat him, he will surrender.

Zhu Yuwo looked at the moon in the taxi and yawned again.

"How can you sleep so well?" Fu Cizhou looked at the back of Zhu Yu's head and wanted to rub it, but held back.

Zhu Yu drooped his eyelids and pressed his forehead against the car window: "It's not that you are too annoying, I didn't sleep well at all."

Fu Cizhou's head was full of black question marks: "What happened to me?"

"It's nothing," Zhu Yu closed his eyes, squeezed his voice and said, "You are the best."

Fu Cizhou's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little guilty at that moment.

For some reason, he subconsciously looked at the only stranger in the closed space, and happened to meet the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"..."

Fu Cizhou clenched his fists, wanting to beat Zhu Yu up.

He endured and endured, held back, held back, and finally rubbed the other party's hair.

Forget it.

The destination was near the Yuanzhou River, and Zhu Yu could see red and yellow street lights not far away as soon as he got off the car.

Their speed is too fast, it is a few minutes to five o'clock, it is not time to eat, and they can play for a while.

"Wow—" Zhu Yu let out an uninformed exclamation, "There are still hanging in the sky."

"There are still hanging ones." Fu Cizhou paid the money and got out of the car, pointing to the street lantern seller, "You call me Dad, and I'll buy you one."

Zhu Yu acted as if he hadn't heard this, bent over and ran to see it with great interest.

He seemed to have grinned his ears, turned to Fu Cizhou and said, "It's really paper."

"Usually they are made by themselves and sold." Fu Cizhou walked up to Zhu Yu, took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code, and the other party skipped to another place.

"I'll go, there are sugar characters here!" Zhu Yu waved to Fu Cizhou three meters away, "Come and see."

Fu Cizhou: "..."

He put away his mobile phone and walked over again: "Can you stop running around like a rabbit?"

"Fifty cents a character, the grandfather who wrote the candy characters stretched out his palm and compared five fingers, and asked Zhu Yu very loudly, "What do you want to write? ! "

The old man seemed to acquiesce that Zhu Yu was his guest, and the small spoon containing the syrup began to heat up.

"Ah? Is it [-] cents for any word?" Zhu Yu bent down and asked.

The old man lowered his head while holding the bamboo stick and concentrated on stirring the syrup, but he didn't hear Zhu Yu's question.

Fu Cizhou walked over with his pocket in his pocket: "I guess your ears are bad, so speak louder."

"I'll write three," Zhu Yu shouted loudly, "Fu—ci—zhou—"

Fu Cizhou's forehead twitched, and his palm naturally stroked Zhu Yu's back: "What are you doing?"

"Ah—?" The old man finally raised his head and pointed to the broken notebook in front of the small table, "You write it down."

Zhu Yu responded, picked up a pen and wrote down the words "Fu Cizhou".

"Why did you write my name?" Fu Cizhou looked disgusted, and reached out to grab the pen, "Don't write my name here."

"Your name has many strokes," Zhu Yu grabbed Fu Cizhou's wrist and forcibly comforted him, "Sacrifice for my brother."

"Are you shameless? Take advantage of the old man?" Fu Cizhou couldn't believe it.

Zhu Yu squinted and smiled: "I'm out of candy, give me some."

Soon, the old man wrote a name.

The orange-yellow syrup is lying on the white board, and it can't be removed until it cools and solidifies.

Fu Cizhou waited and waited, and also picked up a pen to write a name.

I wish more.

After finishing writing, he crossed it out and changed it to Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu noticed such a small detail and glanced at Fu Cizhou.

"This one has a lot of strokes," Fu Cizhou put down the pen and put the notebook on the table, "I want to eat candy too."

Zhu Yu sometimes thinks that Fu Cizhou is very funny.

To use an old-fashioned description is to say that the mouth does not match the heart, and to change it to a more trendy one, it is dead tsundere.

Concern is written all over his face, but he insists on pulling out a reason that no one believes to cover up those heart-warming intentions.

"Then draw me another fish," Zhu Yu drew another stick figured fish behind his name.

"Then I want to draw one too," Fu Cizhou's terrible comparison began to haunt him, "What should I draw?"

Zhu Yu didn't stop drawing Xiaoyu, and added a pig after Fu Cizhou's name.

"Damn!" Fu Cizhou pressed Zhu Yu's head, "Want to fight?"

"Pigs are more complicated," Zhu Yu grinned from ear to ear, "Sacrifice a little bit..."

Fu Cizhou was also laughing, wrapping his arms around Zhu Yu's neck, forcing him to straighten up.

The two started to quarrel again, afraid of knocking over the old man's small stall, so they moved a lot less.

It was probably because the laughter was too loud, which alarmed the grandfather who lowered his head and painted fish.

He had just finished writing the word "Zhu Yu" when he took the notebook and saw the little animals following their names.

"This—a piece!"

The old man looked up at the teenagers playing in front of the stall, and laughed as he watched.

Fu Cizhou was ruthless, grabbing Zhu Yu's hair and rubbing it violently, until the static electricity came out of the rubbing, he stood up before giving up.

There was no shackle around Zhu Yu's neck, and he was stunned for several seconds after raising his head.

"Fu Cizhou, are you sick?" He raised his hand and scratched his messy head, "What the hell...my hair!"

A small fish is drawn, bigger than expected.

Fu Cizhou took it over and "clicked" it in one bite, directly biting off half of the fish head.

"My head!" Zhu Yu screamed, "I still want to take a photo!"

The sugar is thin and sweet, and it is a bit mouth-piercing.

Fu Cizhou licked his lips and ate the remaining half of the fish head in one gulp.

"Don't eat, don't eat!" Zhu Yu put his hand in his pocket and went to touch the phone, but felt lonely again.

It's so inconvenient without a mobile phone.

"Like a little girl, you still have to take pictures before eating."

Fu Cizhou said so, but he still took out his mobile phone, held up half a candied fish, and took a picture of Zhu Yu.

"Fish head." He smiled and clicked on the photo, "It's right."

Zhu Yu leaned over to look, and his head happened to be stuck on the incomplete bitten off.

"Your sister." He also smiled.

Really, fish head.

When the pig's head is dry, all the sugar paintings can be taken away.

Unlike Fu Cizhou who bit his mouth directly, Zhu Yu first pursed his lips and licked them like a kitten.

Seeing his name slipping across Zhu Yu's lips, Fu Cizhou's throat rolled, and there was a trace of subtlety in his heart.

Why eat his name first, why can't you eat pig first?

"Four dollars and five!" The old man compared four fingers, "You can give four dollars!"

Fu Cizhou took out his mobile phone to scan the code, but he couldn't find the QR code after searching for a long time.

Zhu Yu handed over a ten-yuan banknote and said with a smile, "You don't need to look for it!"

The old man frowned: "Look for it!"

Fu Cizhou looked up and saw that Zhu Yu was biting half of "Fu" in his mouth, and his heart skipped a beat.

Like he was bitten.

"I really don't need to look for it," Zhu Yu pulled Fu Cizhou's sleeve and ran away, "Run, run."

Fu Cizhou put away his cell phone, took that "Zhu Yu" and ran away.

"Why do you want to run?" Fu Cizhou looked back, and the old man even stood up and chased after a few steps, "It seems like we didn't give the money."

"Isn't this more exciting?" Zhu Yu said with a smile, "How does it feel to eat Bawang Meal?"

It doesn't feel good to eat a grandpa's overlord meal.

But Zhu Yu was very happy when he dragged him away, like a child who has done something bad, laughing and running, extremely childish.

"I'll go, I'll leave you behind!" Zhu Yu suddenly stopped, stretched his head and looked back.

"What?" Although Fu Cizhou didn't understand what Zhu Yu said, he followed him and looked back.

Isn't he standing here?

Zhu Yu handed the sugar painting in his hand to Fu Cizhou: "I only took the name, not the pig."

Fu Cizhou: "..."

His fist hardened again.

"You are really sick." After eating the small fish, Fu Cizhou threw the bamboo stick into the trash can on the side of the road.

The few steps the old man chased just now probably wanted to tell them that he forgot a painting.

Zhu Yu stood still and was annoyed for a long time, but finally decided to forget it.

"It's not bad." Zhu Yu muttered in a low voice.

Fu Cizhou was silent for a moment, and realized that Zhu Yu really took this candy painting as food.

But he looked down at the "Zhu Yu" in his hand again, but for a moment he didn't know where to put his mouth.

This is nothing but food.

"Damn it!" Zhu Yu who was beside him exclaimed, and quickly caught half of the word "Ci" that fell from his bamboo stick, "You almost fell."

"What the hell?" There were so many slots in this sentence that Fu Cizhou didn't even know from which angle to start cursing, "Can you stop being so disgusting if you eat some syrup?"

Zhu Yu pinched the half piece with her fingers, raised her head and threw it into her mouth: "Master, do you have any paper?"

His neck was so long that it was half covered by the fluff on the back of his hat.

But when he looked up, he could still see the protruding small piece of Adam's apple, which was white and powdery.

Fu Cizhou touched his pocket and found a pack of tissues.

But he was absent-minded, and blurted out "I don't know."

I don't know what I'm looking at, I don't know what I'm thinking.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I don't know where so many don't know.