Salted Toffee

The question mark on Zhu Yu's head flew out of the sky.

"No," he dried his body and put on his underpants, "I can understand that you asked me to go out after taking a shower, why should I go out after taking a shower?"

If he wants to go out, Fu Cizhou will go out. His clothes are still piled up here. Where are he going?

Fu Cizhou stared blankly at the floor, threw the square scarf into the sink, and finally raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yu before leaving: "Are you a bastard? Wear a piece of clothing for a year?"

With a bang, the glass door was closed.

Zhu Yu just buttoned the first button of his pajamas, and continued to button one by one in extreme depression.

Is this man sick?He can swear a word while wearing clothes?

Why did I suddenly become irritable after provoking him?Zhu Yu is really strange.

In the bedroom separated by a door, Fu Cizhou rushed to the window, opened the curtains and opened the window, and breathed a long sigh of relief in the howling night wind.

Just now he took a quick glance, covering everything that Zhu Yu should have covered.

No, the two of them are men, and there is nothing that should be covered.

Fu Cizhou rubbed his face, feeling a little confused.

The young man's body was not as strong as his, but rather thin.

Fu Cizhou shook his head, trying to throw the white skin covered by the dark blue pajamas out of the window.

"I'll go, what window do you open?" Zhu Yu rubbed his arms and jumped onto the bed, "Turn on the heater and open the window, is that what rich people do?"

"You don't understand rich families." Fu Cizhou closed the window.

Zhu Yu laughed out loud: "Master, let me use your mobile phone, I will send a message to my dad."

Fu Cizhou handed over the mobile phone on the table, sat at the table and opened the drawer, and said to himself: "I remember there is an old mobile phone here."

Zhu Yu clicked on the phone: "Password."

Fu Cizhou didn't raise his head: "0503."

"Your birthday?" Zhu Yu asked.

Fu Cizhou said "hmm": "When is your birthday?"

Zhu Yu clicked on Fu Cizhou's mobile phone, as if he didn't hear it, and didn't speak.

Fu Cizhou raised his eyes and looked over: "Ask you."

"December." Zhu Yu seemed to answer casually, without even giving a specific time.

"So small? When is December?" Fu Cizhou asked again.

Zhu Yu paused for a while before speaking: "I canceled your WeChat."

"Yeah." Fu Cizhou took out a mobile phone from the corner of the drawer, pressed and held the power button and waited for the phone to turn on.

There was only a few seconds of silence, and Fu Cizhou felt a little wrong: "I asked you about your birthday, what are you doing?"

The two of them talked about whatever they wanted to talk about, and they hit each other with a hammer, and it was not easy to be able to face each other.

"July [-]rd." Zhu Yu canceled Fu Cizhou's WeChat account. If he wanted to post his discovery, he still needed SMS verification.

"Didn't it be December?" Fu Cizhou threw the turned on phone on the bed, "Why is it July again?"

Zhu Yu didn't answer.

He got out of bed and took out his down jacket hanging by the door, and took out a roll of toilet paper from his pocket.

When canceling the phone card, he directly reissued a new one in the business hall.

The card was too small, Zhu Yu probably got used to it, so he wrapped it in toilet paper and put it in his pocket.

"What?" Fu Cizhou lifted the quilt and went to bed.

"Phone card." Zhu Yu sat on the bed, unfolded the tissue and saw that it was the little torn note written by Fu Cizhou.

I got it wrong.

"Damn!" Fu Cizhou grabbed it immediately, "Why do you keep this thing? Throw it away!"

Zhu Yu had a quick eye, quickly withdrew his hands and hid the note behind his back: "I'm happy to keep it, and it doesn't hinder your business!"

Fu Cizhou pounced on Zhu Yu and pushed Zhu Yu down. He reached behind his arm and said, "It's something I bought. If I say throw it away, I will throw it away!"

"Your sister, don't talk about it," Zhu Yu twisted his body and resisted desperately, "It's torn!"

The two rolled back and forth, Fu Cizhou's knees supported Zhu Yu's legs, and his forearms pressed across the collarbone, firmly pressing him under his body.

"You are sick and still keep this torn note? I really wrote it casually, why keep that thing?!"

It's okay if Fu Cizhou doesn't explain it, but once he explains it, it always feels like there is no silver 300 taels here.

Zhu Yu turned his head and let out a "chi" laugh.

Fu Cizhou's brain exploded: "You laugh at your uncle!"

"Master, can I keep it?" Zhu Yu turned his face back, his eyes were curved and filled with smiles, "I take a look when I am unhappy, thinking about you, maybe I will be happy .”

He had just taken a shower, and his eyelashes still seemed to be damp with moisture.

The headlights were turned on in the bedroom, and there was plenty of light. Zhu Yu's pupils were dark and his smile was filled with smiles. Fu Cizhou's image was printed inside.

The two of them were too close.

As close as legs to legs, shoulders to shoulders.

Even the hip bones are almost pressed together, chest to chest, and a heart inside is madly smashing against the inner wall.

It's not right, only Fu Cizhou's heart is pounding.

"You are sick."

He got up on his hands and feet, and after dropping these few words, he took the quilt and rolled it around himself, and lay down on the edge of the bed with his back turned inwards, and went to sleep.

"Don't you know I'm sick?" Zhu Yu sat up and folded the note in his palm.

Fu Cizhou stood up suddenly and turned his face away, Zhu Yu was taken aback, thinking he was coming to grab the note again.

But the other party just stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly lay back.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Yu raised his foot and lifted Fu Cizhou's butt.

"Throw away the note." Fu Cizhou muffled.

"Don't throw it away." Zhu Yu went to the door again, put the note back, and took the paper ball that actually wrapped the phone card.

After logging in with the verification code, Zhu Yu received a series of messages from Zhu Qin.

Zhu Qin is not used to modern electronic devices, and he never sends messages when he can make phone calls.

Probably because the phone couldn't get through, that's why they sent messages one by one.

Zhu Yu didn't expect that Zhu Qin would remember to look for him when he returned to his hometown, so he hurriedly called back.

The conversation lasted for a few minutes, but nothing specific was said.

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Qin transferred 2000 yuan to Zhu Yu, telling him to be safe outside and go home after playing.

"Wow..." Zhu Yu looked at his account balance, "Master, I'm so rich now."

Fu Cizhou sneered disdainfully: "Then let's calculate the room rate first."

Zhu Yu put away his phone and pulled the quilt to sleep: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

It's past nine o'clock in the evening, it's still a bit early to go to bed.

Zhu Yu curled up with his back to Fu Cizhou, looking at tomorrow's ticket on his mobile phone.

Suddenly Fu Cizhou got up and got out of bed.

Zhu Yu took away his phone to see what this man was going to do.

"Hey?! What are you doing?!"

Fu Cizhou went directly to the door to take out Zhu Yu's pocket, and took away the tissue wrapped in a note.

"Fu Cizhou, you are going too far!" Zhu Yu stood up from the bed, "I don't bring people who pick up people's things like this."

"You figure it out, this is mine." Fu Cizhou unfolded the ball of paper, found the note and tore it up.

"Fu Cizhou—!" Zhu Yu had no time to stop it.

Fu Cizhou raised his wrist and threw the piece of paper into the trash can.

Zhu Yu's disappointment was clearly hanging on his face, and there was a trace of a smile in his eyes, but now there is no trace left.

"What are you doing..."

Fu Cizhou thumped in his heart, and suddenly realized that he had done something wrong again.

"I can't read the words clearly..."

He was dying and wanted to explain, but Zhu Yu didn't listen to him at all, and turned around and lay down without looking back.

"It's just a note." Fu Cizhou also sat back on the bed, "It's all rotten."

Zhu Yu let out an "um", and closed his eyes after lying down, not even looking at his phone.

Fu Cizhou was ignored, and he didn't want to make fun of himself.

He remained silent for a while, then couldn't bear it anymore and got up to pick up the trash can, and pulled the shredded paper back.

The handwriting is blurred, and I can't spell it back.

Fu Cizhou squatted beside the trash can, and looked back at Zhu Yu who was lying on the bed.

When he was rummaging through the trash can just now, it was like a garbage truck passing through the border. He deliberately made the noise louder, just hoping that Zhu Yu could talk to him and let him go down the stairs.

But from the beginning to the end, Zhu Yu seemed to be asleep, not to mention the stairs, he didn't even give him a cliff.

"Just a note..." Fu Cizhou repeated guiltily.

Zhu Yu pulled the quilt up and covered half of his head, as if he thought he was noisy.

Fu Cizhou held the shredded papers and put them on the table.

A sentence was repeated in his mouth and heart - isn't it just a note?

A piece of paper that has been soaked in water so that the words cannot be read clearly.

Fu Cizhou sat on the other side of the bed as if angry, Zhu Yu ignored him and he ignored Zhu Yu.

But he didn't wish Yu Neng to hold his breath, and within half an hour he couldn't bear it anymore.

The sparrow-like person suddenly stopped talking, and the silent sparrow was so abnormal that it made people feel a little guilty.

Fu Cizhou turned his face away, staring at the mess of hair on the pillow.

After half a minute, he finally conceded.

The door slammed softly, as it was deliberately slowed down.

Zhu Yu heard it in a half-dream and half-awake, and woke up the next second.

He was a light sleeper, and he was in someone else's house, so he couldn't fall asleep if there was any movement.

Fu Cizhou went out?Out of the bedroom or out of the room?

Zhu Yu glanced at his phone, it was 09:30.

Then he closed his eyes again, not caring too much.

I fell asleep for a while, thinking about things in my heart, and I couldn't sleep well.

When Zhu Yu was awakened by the wind again, Fu Cizhou still hadn't come back.

Zhu Yu touched the phone, and it showed that it was already ten o'clock.

Where did Fu Cizhou go in the middle of the night?Running for half an hour?

Zhu Yu frowned, but still sat up.

He clicked on WeChat, and the dialog box opened and closed several times, but he didn't think about what to send.

Putting down the phone, looking around the room, Zhu Yu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and saw the red scraps of paper spread on the table.

There is a small pile of crumpled ones, some of which are crumpled into paper balls.

Zhu Yu turned on the desk lamp and saw half a small fish on a relatively large piece of paper.

The head of the fish was also given an eye.

Mentally handicapped stick figures are stupid things that Fu Cizhou can do.

Zhu Yu lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh.

What is he fighting with an idiot? When the other party starts to get angry, why don't he try to coax him back?

Zhu Yu took the phone and sent a message to Fu Cizhou.

- where have you been , master

Fu Cizhou replied almost instantly, obviously not angry with him anymore.

- almost home, open the door.

The anti-theft door and the elevator door opened almost at the same time. Zhu Yu heard a "ding--" and the sensor light in the corridor turned on.

"Why did you go?" Zhu Yu was still holding the doorknob, and looked up.

Fu Cizhou was wearing a coat and a scarf.

Surrounded by the chill of the night, he threw Zhu Yu's face directly.

Before he had time to enter the room, Fu Cizhou took out a note from his pocket.

— a red, rolled up rectangle of paper.

Zhu Yu was taken aback for a moment, because he was so surprised that he didn't even go to pick it up in time.

The sensor lights in the corridor are low-power incandescent lamps, which are used for lighting and emit a dim yellow light.

Fu Cizhou's facial features are sharp, illuminated by the light from the top of his head, the light and dark are distinct.

Zhu Yu blinked, not catching the slightly lowered gaze of the other party.

"A torn piece of paper." Fu Cizhou's voice was slightly panting, a little low.

He seemed unhappy, but admitted his mistake awkwardly, "I'll just buy it again."

So this person went out in the middle of the night against the cold wind and bought a note.

Zhu Yu raised his hand to take the note, which was dry red paper.

He lowered his head and slowly unfolded.

A stick figure of a small fish is drawn on it.

One more thing, be happy.