Salted Toffee

In Zhu Qin's eyes, his son is stable, silent, and excellent. He studies hard every day and goes to bed on time. He doesn't need to worry about being well-behaved.

So when he saw Zhu Yu laughing and jumping on Fu Cizhou's body, he thought he was wrong.

"Hello, Uncle." Fu Cizhou quickly put Zhu Yu down and greeted Zhu Qin politely.

Zhu Yu pressed Fu Cizhou's backpack and hopped to find his own slippers, with an embarrassing smile on his face until he stiffened: "Dad."

Zhu Qin nodded slightly: "Isn't it cold?"

Zhu Yu looked down at himself, only put on a sweater, ran out to open the door in a hurry without even putting on a coat.

"I'll be in in a while," he tugged on the messy hem of his clothes just now, with a little more restraint in his movements.

Fu Cizhou stood behind him on the right, watching all Zhu Yu's tiny movements.

But also said nothing.

"Come in." Zhu Qin raised his chin towards the courtyard door, and then raised the car window.

Zhu Yu watched the car drive away and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Cizhou walked behind him, poked his head and asked, "Why are you nervous?"

He was close, his chin hung on Zhu Yu's shoulder, and even the slightest sound could burn Zhu Yu's ears.

Zhu Yu was startled, and moved his shoulder to the left like a conditioned reflex: "I'm not nervous."

"Oh..." Fu Cizhou dragged his voice strangely, "Really?"

"Why?" Zhu Yu swung his shoulders back and opened Fu Cizhou half a step, "Get out."

Fu Cizhou frowned: "You know this classmate, I'm still angry."

Zhu Yu also seemed to realize this, and turned to look at him: "Yes, are you still angry?"

"..." Fu Cizhou closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Forget it, I don't care about fools."

He swung the cross-body backpack on his back in front of him, took out a rectangular box from it, and threw it directly at Zhu Yu's face.

"What is this?" Zhu Yu quickly raised his hand to pick it up.

Fu Cizhou paused: "Didn't you ask me for it?"

Zhu Yu was a little confused: "What do I want from you?"

Fu Cizhou almost choked himself, he stabilized his figure, raised his hand and pressed Zhu Yu's shoulder: "What do you want from me?"

Just like the slight vibration of the soil before a volcanic eruption, Zhu Yu could even feel that the air around Fu Cizhou was trembling and wanted to strangle him.

Three seconds was enough for Fu Cizhou to explode completely, and three seconds was enough for Zhu Yu to go through the events of the past few days from beginning to end in his mind.

"Sugar painting!" Zhu Yu grabbed Fu Cizhou's hand before his fist fell, and seeing that Fu Cizhou didn't continue to be angry, he was sure that he had made the right bet.

He didn't expect that the other party would care about what he said casually, and delivered the goods to the door on the second day of the Lunar New Year. He was surprised and moved a lot. For a while, he was a little out of choice, "Damn! I love you to death."

One sentence stunned Fu Cizhou.

He just stood there with Zhu Yu's fist wrapped around him, dumbfounded.

"I just said it casually at the time, thinking that you didn't worry about it at all," Zhu Yu hugged the paper box in his arms, and opened Fu Cizhou's tightly clenched fist with both hands, one finger at a time, " I really didn't expect you to buy it, and you bought it and sent it to me. I'm very touched, really..."

Fu Cizhou's fingers were stiff, and Zhu Yu broke them apart as soon as he broke them.

"I will keep what I said next time in my heart and I will never forget it. Have you come over for lunch from such a long distance? See how cold your hands are, let's go inside!"

He talked a lot to himself and felt that something was wrong. When he looked up at Fu Cizhou carefully, he found that the other party was also staring at him.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yu inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

"I've never seen a person like you." Fu Cizhou gritted his teeth, every word seemed to be pulled from between his teeth.

"Me?" Zhu Yu was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, "What's wrong with me?"

Fu Cizhou closed his eyes, his chest heaved violently, opened them again and let out a long sigh of relief: "Shameless."

It's not a day or two for Zhu Yu to be shameless. It's a bit surprising that Fu Cizhou said it so seriously.

"Wang Ying says I'm shameless every day," Zhu Yu said, "Don't you know?"

Fu Cizhou paused for two seconds, then swung his arm violently, breaking away from Zhu Yu's shackles.

"Master! Master!" Zhu Yu held the paper box in one hand and grabbed Fu Cizhou's wrist with the other, "Everyone who celebrates Chinese New Year is here, let's have a meal!"

"I'll eat you, uncle!" Fu Cizhou was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, pointing at Zhu Yu and said, "Now I find that you are not only shameless and heartless, but also very frivolous and casual. You are an idiot. roll!"

Two more words were added to Young Master Fu's swearing sentence, Zhu Yu was almost scolded as a fool.

"Why am I so frivolous and casual?" He thought to himself that he hadn't done anything hooligan, so it was unfair to be pointed at his nose and scolded.

"You don't know yourself yet!" Fu Cizhou was so angry that he was breathing twice as fast, "I'm really convinced, you idiot...you..."

He couldn't answer a word, he closed his eyes suddenly, turned around and pressed his Qingming acupoint frantically.

Such an idiot, I still can't worry about it.

"I'm going back." Fu Cizhou pulled back his backpack, and Brother Ku was about to sail away.

Zhu Yu stopped him relentlessly, and subdued in a low voice in front of him: "Master, I know I was wrong, so don't be angry with me, can I change it?"

Zhu Yu's voice was very soft, like begging for mercy, or acting like a baby.

Fu Cizhou looked down slightly, and could see a strand of hair on his hairpin being blown by the wind, and then stood up.

A dull hair.

Zhu Yu's hair was soft and thin, and when the light hit the ends of his hair, it mixed with the warm orange light, as if it had become transparent.

When the wind blows to the left, the tail of the hair floats to the left, and when the wind stops, the tail of the hair returns to the right.

But before it fell completely to the right, the wind picked up again.

The grass on the wall swayed and swayed, just like teasing cat grass, not teasing the cat, but teasing Fu Cizhou.

He was so uncomfortable that he simply raised his hand and grabbed it, just to squeeze it.

There was a scream, but it was not squeezed out.

Zhu Qin parked the car in the parking space in the backyard, and when Zhu Yu went to help with the luggage, he covered his head all the way and did not dare to let Fu Cizhou get close.

When he returned to the bedroom, he put the paper box on the table, and when he opened it, he did not forget to pay attention to the movements of the people behind him.

"I won't pluck your hair!" Fu Cizhou took off his backpack and threw it on Zhu Yu's table, "What are you doing, you didn't pluck it out."

"My big lock of hair," Zhu Yu pointed to his head, "If you pluck it out for me, my scalp will be separated, okay?"

Fu Cizhou raised his hand and stroked Zhu Yu's head, and said casually, "Is there a big pinch?"

His hair brushed against his fingertips, and there was a chill. Zhu Yu stayed outside for a long time just now, and his body was covered with cold.

Fu Cizhou suddenly regretted why he didn't go back to the house after the quarrel just now, and let Zhu Yu just put on a sweater to quarrel with him.

"Fuck! What are you doing!" Zhu Yu was frightened to death by Fu Cizhou's action, and sat on the stool with his head in his arms, "Destroying flowers with hot hands?"

"You're the only one who pays back the flowers," Fu Cizhou smiled, "One piece of grass with a dog's tail."

Zhu Yu shook his head trying to get rid of the clutches, and lowered his head to open the paper box Fu Cizhou brought him.

The carton was tightly wrapped, with thick shredded paper inside, and each sugar painting was packaged separately in a food bag, and there were even glutinous rice paper pasted on both sides.

If Zhu Yu was just surprised that Fu Cizhou took this matter to heart, now he is surprised that Fu Cizhou took this matter to heart.

"You, did you do it?" Zhu Yu pressed his palm on the edge of the table and turned to look at Fu Cizhou.

The other party was looking up at his bookcase, and when he heard Zhu Yu asking himself, he responded casually: "My sister-in-law stuffed the shredded paper for me."

Zhu Yu let out an "oh" and turned around again.

He pushed aside the shredded paper and carefully took out the sugar painting.

Two small fish, two "wish fish".

"Why didn't I write about you?" Zhu Yu asked again, "Where are you and the pig?"

Fu Cizhou's heart moved slightly, and he didn't care at all that the other party put him side by side with the pig: "Why do you want my name?"

Zhu Yu thought about it, and also said: "I'm used to it, and I can draw four in one drawing."

In fact, Fu Cizhou bought a lot of them to go home, and there are more than a dozen names of the two people piled up together.

He even drew one himself, but it disappeared into the iron spoon of melting sugar because it was too ugly.

Fu Beibei said that Fu Cizhou must be in love, and Fu Cizhou twitched and said that Zhu Yu was a man.

"Men can also fall in love," Fu Beibei tidied up the shredded paper nonchalantly, "loveislove."

Fu Cizhou didn't know what it meant at first, but after searching secretly, he realized that his sister-in-law's thinking was quite advanced.

"It's so beautiful, I don't want to eat it." Zhu Yu moved his fingers and put the sugar painting back, "Let's put it like this."

"Why leave it alone?" Fu Cizhou took one out, "Bring it back to eat."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Zhu Yu hurriedly grabbed his wrist, "Can I eat it in a few days?!"

The little fish was in Fu Cizhou's hands, and there was a dangerous aura floating around, as if it would be smashed to pieces in the next second.

"You can eat," Fu Cizhou tore the food bag mercilessly, snapped off half of the fish head through the glutinous rice paper, "I'll buy it for you after eating."

Zhu Yu was taken aback: "Huh?"

Fu Cizhou raised his hand and handed the piece of malt candy to Zhu Yu's mouth.

The movements are gentle, but the tone is strong: "Eat!"

The curtains in the bedroom are drawn, and the sun is shining at noon, even if the lights are not turned on, the room is very bright.

Zhu Yu sat on the desk and stool, slightly raised his head to see Fu Cizhou leaning against the table.

The boy took a piece of candy in his hand and brought it to his lips awkwardly.

Tear off half of the glutinous rice paper, and shake it slightly with Zhu Yu's breathing.

He wanted to fall back and dodge, but stopped just in time before he could move.

Wouldn't that be impolite?

After all, the other party kindly let him eat candy.

Then raise your hand to take it?

But he handed it to his mouth, would it look like he disliked him by raising his hand to receive it?

Zhu Yu's questions are like leeks, and there will be another handful after cutting one.

He thought that if the method was not appropriate, the sensitive heart like the young master Fu Cizhou would definitely cast another shadow.

I can do whatever I want.

But that is, being fed a piece of candy.

He moved his lips, and the glutinous rice paper was gently brushed on it.

Itchy, still a little overwhelmed.

Similarly, Fu Cizhou was a little flustered.

He handed it casually just now, and originally wanted Zhu Yu to raise his hand to take it.

But this delivery was too far, and it was directly on the mouth of the hateful person.

Does that count as "hello"?Shouldn't it count?

Isn't it a little bad for two boys like this?

At least in the past 17 years in Fu Cizhou, including his father, he never gave anything to the same sex.

The opposite sex is no more.

He was a little timid and wanted to take his hand back.

But Zhu Yu stared at the candy with downcast eyes, not particularly repulsive.

I gave it all away, is there any reason to take it back?

If I wish Yu Chi, does that mean I don't mind?

If Zhu Yu didn't mind, would it be too hypocritical for me to mind?

Why is he motionless?

Do you still eat or not?

Fu Cizhou felt that his hands had been raised in the air for a century, and his mind kept coming up with messy thoughts, which made him feel like he was about to explode.

eat you!

Don't eat me anymore!

Zhu Yu just watched Fu Cizhou's hands shaking and shaking, and the piece of glutinous rice paper was sweeping and sweeping on his lips.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and when he was about to open his mouth to take the candy, Fu Cizhou turned his wrist, turned his head and stuffed the candy directly into his mouth.

"Damn it!" He stretched his neck and chewed the candy loudly, "It's so fucking delicious!"