Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu suddenly raised his eyes, and there was a little surprise in the dark pupils.

Fu Cizhou lowered his head, and the eyes of the two intersected through a few strands of hair, and they were very close to each other.

"What I mean is that I named Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou put down his finger to push away Zhu Yu's bangs, feeling his lips were a little knotted, "to put it simply."

Zhu Yu's eyes drooped down again, and his eyelashes fell down, covering the shallow crouching silkworm on the lower eyelid.

"Fu Cizhou."

He leaned against the wall, his voice was very low, he couldn't even bite his flat tongue lightly, as if he had melted these three words in his mouth, and there was a milky smell when he said them.

At this time, class was already in session, and the corridor outside the office was quiet, with no one in sight.

Fu Cizhou's hand holding Zhu Yu's wrist tightened a bit, and then he felt that it was not appropriate, so he withdrew his strength and let him go: "Here it is."

Zhu Yu's hand hung in the air without moving, his fingers curled up, and when he was about to put it down, he was supported by Fu Cizhou again.

"what happened?"

It's this question again.

Fu Cizhou is so poor in words that he can only ask these three words every time he wants to care about others.

Zhu Yu pursed his lips, and with some effort, he pursed his lips until they lost all color.

He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, it seemed that he would burst into tears the next second his lips parted.

"Angry?" Fu Cizhou grabbed Zhu Yu's hand and shook it in the air, "Then I apologize to you?"

He tried to coax him, his voice rising at the end of the sentence, with the intention of being funny.

Zhu Yu's eyes fell on the wrist held by Fu Cizhou, and then he looked up at the other person's eyes.

There was no smile in Fu Cizhou's eyes, as if he was very sincere.

"I apologize to you. If you don't want to mention it, I won't mention it in the future."

He didn't expect Zhu Yu to have such a big reaction, it seems that a good-tempered person is not easy to coax when angry.

With a "click" sound of the door lock, Zhu Yu hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Lao Chen poked his head out in the office and frowned at the two troublesome men in his class: "What are you two doing here when you're not going to class?"

Fu Cizhou hung his hand in the seam of his trousers, wiped it calmly: "Uh... just went back."

After holding my wrist for a while, I was actually sweating.

That's enough.

Zhu Yu glanced at Fu Cizhou, didn't even pay attention to Lao Chen, and turned his face away.

Fu Cizhou followed him and left: "Goodbye, teacher."

The shark doll was still lying in the middle of the table. The belly of the little dark blue shark was facing up, exposing two rows of sharp teeth. It looked like a small fish stranded in the shallows. It was so pitiful.

Zhu Yu sat in his seat, glanced at the little shark several times, but never took it back.

"I don't want it anymore?" Fu Cizhou brought the little shark over and squeezed its fins, "Isn't it too pitiful?"

The little shark moved its fins, squinted its eyes at Zhu Yu, and Fu Cizhou let it shake its head, as if it had been wronged.

who?Coax him like a child?

Zhu Yu turned his face out of the window, too lazy to talk to this man.

"Apologize." Fu Cizhou poked Zhu Yu's arm resting on the table with a small fish.

Zhu Yuzhen took a look and found two pens tied on the back of the shark with transparent glue.

"..."

"You are poisonous." He took his pen off the back of the fish, and then took the little shark into his arms again.

Fu Cizhou pursed his lips and smiled: "Aren't you angry?"

Zhu Yu pressed the shark's head and lay down on the table again.

He thought about it, and he was actually not angry with Fu Cizhou at all.

He was just surprised that the other party revealed the secret that he had kept in his heart without warning, like the wall that had been built with hard work was suddenly broken into by someone one day, but he had no defense and parry ability.

Fu Cizhou was so sure, so sure that Zhu Yu had no time to deny it.

He was a little scared, and a little panicked.

And Fu Cizhou also noticed his recklessness, and then kept silent about this matter.

Although he is also curious and wants to know more about Zhu Yu.

But once he thought about it deeply, Fu Cizhou would think of Zhu Yu looking at him with a cold face.

It's like looking at the eyes of strangers, and it makes me feel uncomfortable when I think about it.

What kind of existence is he in Zhu Yu's heart? Is it someone who can empty everything and call back strangers because of a certain sentence or something?

Fu Cizhou's heart was empty, and he was also suffocating boredom and sadness.

And Zhu Yu didn't know what was going on, he just didn't want to talk to Fu Cizhou.

This situation lasted for half a week, and when the pattering spring rain stopped, the sports meeting was about to begin.

Fu Cizhou reported 1000 meters, and he spent most of his free time training and running recently.

And Zhu Yu picked a shuttlecock randomly, and kicked each other in the corner with Xu Chen, a weakling.

The two spent less time together after class, and Zhu Yu dozed off with the shark in his arms during class.

Fu Cizhou felt that Zhu Yu was still angry, but he didn't dare to ask.

And with such a hold, it was the eve of the sports meeting.

Simply go through the process of the opening ceremony, this time Xu Lei didn't engage in any showmanship, and honestly walked through the audience in his school uniform.

Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou were holding class flags in the back row, and the trousers of the school uniform were rolled up, which could stretch their legs to 1.2 meters long.

The two of them together are really attractive.

The opening ceremony was inked for half the morning. Fortunately, it rained lightly a few days ago, and the temperature was not bad.

It's not hot when a group of people get together, just listen to the school leaders speak one by one.

It's just that on weekdays, the unshakable student representative of the school has changed to the class committee member of the third class.

And Zhu Yu, the "representative" who used to fight hard, was squatting on the ground with his head down and playing with the grass.

"Why don't you speak?" Fu Cizhou saw that Lao Chen couldn't control him in front, so he also squatted down.

"I didn't take the first grade in the monthly exam." Zhu Yu didn't look up, the long hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

The first grader was right in front of him, squatting there like a doormat.

"Hey, are you still angry with me?" Fu Cizhou's fingers also went to poke the grass that Zhu Yu was poking, "It's been three days, and you still ignore me."

"No," Zhu Yu withdrew his hand, put his arms on his knees and asked Fu Cizhou, "Why don't you speak?"

"Too lazy to go," Fu Cizhou felt bored and didn't want to pull the grass anymore, "I haven't always been like this."

Fu Cizhou is a very salty person. He has never been selected as a class leader since he was a child, never made any speeches, and never been a representative.

He finds it troublesome, how comfortable it is to be alone.

Zhu Yu stared at the grass for a while, then nodded thoughtfully: "You are such a person."

Fu Cizhou didn't understand the other meaning of Zhu Yu's words: "What's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing," Zhu Yu stood up holding the flagpole, "Also, I'm really not angry with you."

Fu Cizhou stood beside him, complaining a little wronged: "But you ignore me."

"No," Zhu Yu frowned, "I just don't want to talk."

Fu Cizhou reflexively wanted to ask why, but he didn't say it when the words came to his lips.

His questions seem to have become much more recent. There are more questions, and the people who are asked are annoyed.

But the problem is like a sneeze hovering in the nasal cavity. It is really hard to sneeze.

Fu Cizhou changed the question to a more acceptable one for Zhu Yu, and finally sneezed out the "sneeze".

"Are you less inclined to speak to me alone, or are you less inclined to speak to everyone?"

Zhu Yu thought about it for a moment: "Are you listening to the truth?"

Fu Cizhou did not hesitate: "The truth."

"you alone."

"..."

Fu Cizhou was sluggish all morning because of Zhu Yu's truth.

When the opening ceremony of the sports meeting exited, the flag was raised a bit shorter than others.

Zhu Yu noticed Fu Cizhou's depression, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

He thought about his own twists and turns in his heart, and always felt that the other party must not be able to guess what he was thinking.

He was just a little afraid that during his relationship with Fu Cizhou, he would unknowingly reveal some fragments related to the past.

Except for Fu Cizhou, Zhu Yu will not reveal that.

Except for Fu Cizhou, no one would care about that.

Fu Cizhou was too close to him, dangerously close.

The other party is so smart, it won't be long before he will know everything.

Zhu Yu didn't want those to be known.

"I'm going, I collided with the shot put in the 1000 meters!" Wang Ying looked at the schedule of the sports meeting and frightened, "I still want to watch Lao Fu run!"

Zhu Yu glanced around, but Fu Cizhou was not there.

Then he leaned over and looked at the form in Wang Ying's hand next to Wang Ying.

At 1000:[-] in the morning, the [-]-meter group stage.

Fu Cizhou was in the third group, starting at [-]:[-], which was the last event in the morning session.

"It's only time in the underworld that we can still hit it!" Wang Ying flicked the piece of paper with his fingers and said, "I'm really autistic. By then, you must go to see Lao Fu for the 1000-meter race. Who will watch me?" Throw the shot put!"

Zhu Yu said "uh...": "Where are you?"

"Girls in our class!" Wang Ying sighed heavily with a sad face, "There were not many of them in the first place, except for those who make soy sauce, those who eat, and those who watch the old man, there is no one left."

Zhu Yu patted Wang Ying on the shoulder: "Is running comparable to throwing a shot put?"

Wang Ying's face darkened: "It's all projects, who would look down on anyone!"

"I'll go to see you, I'll go to see you," Zhu Yu hurriedly comforted, "Cheer for you, shout for you, cheer me up and throw me a dozen meters, and you'll be worthy of me."

"Ten meters?" Wang Ying stared, "You underestimate me!"

Zhu Yu had no concept of this sport at all, and seeing that he was talking about something wrong, he said another one: "The 50 meters."

Wang Ying became even more irritable: "50 meters?!"

"Okay, okay, go get ready," Zhu Yu pushed Wang Ying, "By the way, have you pinned your number plate? If not, I'll pin it for you."

After dismissing Wang Ying, Zhu Yu stood a little confused on the playground.

People around him are busy walking around, and his project is tomorrow, so he is extraordinarily free now.

The class rest point is in the middle of the playground, and Xu Lei has already led people to build it.

It's only ten o'clock now, Zhu Yu walked around in a circle, didn't see Fu Cizhou, and didn't know what he was going to do.

Just go back to the classroom and sleep.

He suddenly realized how sticky he and Fu Cizhou have been since the beginning of school, and now he's not used to the separation of the two of them.

This doesn't work.

Back in the classroom, Zhu Yu bowed his waist and pressed his face on the table.

There are still a few study freaks in the class who are burying their heads in brushing up on the questions. Zhu Yu remembered that when he was a child, he also worked so hard and insisted on overpowering Fu Cizhou.

Reaching into the table hole, he naturally touched his little shark.

But halfway through, he stopped again.

The little shark was also given by Fu Cizhou.

Why is there Fu Cizhou everywhere.

Zhu Yu put his arms on the table in a fit of anger, and fell asleep as soon as his face was buried in the net.

He was very thin, and his arms were pillowed on his face, which was not very comfortable.

Zhu Yu changed positions several times, and finally took out the little shark.

Just take it and give it a slap.

After beating the fish as Fu Cizhou, he lay down and went to sleep.

Sleeping restlessly, Zhu Yu's mind is like a clock, ticking the time every minute.

Remind him once in a while: It's been so long!

Remind him again after a while: It's been so long since two!

Fu Cizhou is going to compete at [-]:[-], can't he make it through?

But Wang Ying also wants to compete, so he has to cheer for Wang Ying.

How did the two match times collide?

Can you cheer Wang Ying up first, and then go to Fu Cizhou's game?

Is he still going to watch Fu Cizhou's game?

Is it almost time?

After falling into a drowsy sleep, Zhu Yu was awakened by the sharp sound of the bench scraping the floor.

He squinted his eyes and looked up. Those who were still writing hard just now had all left the classroom.

I looked at my phone, it was 32:[-].

Fu Cizhou is competing!

Zhu Yu seemed to have an alarm clock installed in his mind, and "ring ring ring" started to ring.

His movements were faster than his brain, and he ran downstairs in a "crack".

There were cheers on the playground one after another, and as soon as he arrived at the gate of the playground, he heard a "bang" starting gun.

Fuck!Start running?

Zhu Yu pushed aside the crowd and ran towards the runway.

He is tall and long-legged, and he can see far away, and he locked on the huge reminder banner pulled up by the finish line in the vast crowd in a short while.

Athletes flitted across the track like the wind, Zhu Yu stood at the outermost part of the crowd, unable to see clearly which one was which.

Until the last lap, he squeezed into the back of the finish line, waiting for the final turn sprint.

"Old Fu—"

"Fu Cizhou—"

"Class one! Class one—"

"Fu Cizhou is rushing—"

The people around you pushed each other, and the shouts almost drowned Zhu Yu.

He should love excitement the most, but at the moment he is a little restless.

Noise and excitement surrounded him, and Zhu Yu followed the crowd and shouted slogans.

"Fu Cizhou! Come on!"

"Class [-]! Come on!"

His mind was buzzing, and he imitated it subconsciously.

He is the best imitator.

"Wow--"

A burst of screams was like a newly turned wave, instantly extinguishing the well-ordered slogans just now.

At the bend more than 100 meters away, the athletes launched the final sprint.

Where is Fu Cizhou?

Seems to be ahead!

Is it No.1 or No.2?

Zhu Yu focused all his attention on Fu Cizhou, and the confusion just now disappeared in an instant.

100 m.

Zhu Yu found that he and Fu Cizhou were looking at each other.

50 meter

Fu Cizhou is number one!

Zhu Yu's feet unconsciously walked to the runway where the other party was, almost without thinking about the movement, and opened his arms in the next second.

Fu Cizhou grinned like a big horse monkey.

After crossing the finish line first, he threw Zhu Yu into his arms.

"Depend on!"

He bluntly said something rude.

"Bless the little fish!"