Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou didn't even tell them about his birthday, just because he didn't want to bother them to buy some birthday presents.

But Zhu Yu felt in his heart that just because he didn't want other people's gifts, didn't mean he didn't want his own.

Even, if he just fooled it like this, Young Master Fu might be angry.

I am different.

Although this idea did not flaunt in Zhu Yu's mind with much fanfare, it was basically a tacit and tacit fact.

"Pretend to me," Fu Cizhou was still squatting there, breathing heavily when speaking, "Ask me what's the matter."

"Isn't that teasing you?" Zhu Yu slapped the shark on Fu Cizhou's face, "I just don't know what to give you, so this is it."

"You don't need to say the last sentence." Fu Cizhou leaned back slightly, and took the shark.

His hands held both sides of the doll, accidentally covering the back of Zhu Yu's hands.

"Master," Zhu Yu smiled and withdrew his hand, "Don't take advantage of me."

"Want some face?" Fu Cizhou brought the doll over, "You give me something and still hold it yourself?"

"Be gentle," Zhu Yu touched the shark's head, and spoke unexpectedly seriously, "From now on, you will be the young master's fish."

Fu Cizhou didn't even know how he went home dizzy.

He remembered that he hugged a big doll, and when he passed by the living room on the first floor, he was laughed at by Zhong Yan, who slept late.

"Who sent it? Thinking of you as a little girl?"

There was a black line on Fu Cizhou's forehead, and he went back to his room with a dull head.

He threw the shark on the bed, took off his shirt and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Only the front lights in the mirror were turned on in the room, and the water from the shower was not too hot, and it could even be regarded as normal temperature.

Fu Cizhou pressed his hands on the tiled wall, and looked down at the water flowing down his forehead and falling to the ground.

What Zhu Yu said while squatting next to the claw machine still lingers in his ears.

It's not like talking about the shark doll, but like talking about himself.

who is the fishwhose fish.

Zhu Xiaoyu is Fu Cizhou's Xiaoyu.

He curled up his fingers, recalling the feeling of touching Zhu Yu's skin.

A shoulder lift, a hug, and even a smile with crooked eyebrows are enough to make Fu Cizhou blush and heartbeat.

"I wish Xiaoyu."

His voice became extremely hoarse, as if mixed with thick, unclear emotions.

He longs to be close, to possess, and even... more.

The steam is steaming, which is a little confusing to the eyes.

Fu Cizhou thought of that porcelain-white ankle, and imagined the feeling of being held in his hands.

Some, not good.

It was almost ten o'clock when I came out of the shower.

Fu Cizhou's hair was blown half dry, and he threw himself onto the bed like a still water.

The shark was next to his pillow, Fu Cizhou raised his hand to pat him, and called out "Sharkbi".

I don't know who I'm scolding.

There are several unread messages on the phone, click to open it is Zhu Yu's.

- Master, are you home yet?

- wash up and go to bed.

Fu Cizhou sat up, pressed the shark with one hand, and replied to Zhu Yu's message with the other.

- Go to sleep, I just got out of the shower too.

Although he said so, after the message was sent, he didn't put down the phone at all, waiting for the other party to reply, and there was no sound after waiting for a long time.

- won't you reply me

- are you polite my friend?

On the other side, Zhu Yugang brought a glass of water into the room from outside.

The phone buzzed twice on the table, and he guessed it was Fu Cizhou's message.

- I brought the water, I was very polite.

-Drinking water at night is prone to edema.

Zhu Yu took a sip and put down the cup when he saw the message.

- from whom?

-my mother.

Zhong Yan is like an all-purpose encyclopedia, providing a lot of messy knowledge to Fu Cizhou who doesn't know anything.

The two chatted one after another, Zhu Yu was supposed to go to bed at ten o'clock, but it was dragged until eleven o'clock.

The point is that before going to bed, he went back and browsed the chat history roughly, and found that there was no substantive content at all, and it was all nonsense.

I don't know how to continue the conversation.

Zhu Yu turned off the phone and fell into bed to sleep.

Because No. [-] is going out for a while, Zhu Yu No. [-] has almost done all the homework left at home.

In the evening, Wang Ying sent a message to ask Zhu Yu how the cake was, and Zhu Yu slapped his thigh to remember that he forgot.

After quickly getting ready to go out, Zhu Yu took a taxi to the city center, found a cake shop near the Sichuan restaurant, and confirmed the size and style of the cake.

The fresh milk fruit cake was selected by everyone in the group. It is not so fancy, and it is more delicious.

The store gave Zhu Yu a birthday card and asked him to write Fu Cizhou's name.Zhu Yu stood in front of the glass cabinet, and wrote these three words stroke by stroke with his downcast eyes.

The strokes of each character are not too few. Zhu Yu's characters are beautiful, and he was even praised by the clerk.

"Are you a friend?"

"Yes."

They are friends, but they seem to be different from Wang Ying and the others, they are very good friends.

But what type and degree of "goodness" is this is hard to say.

Zhu Yu stared at the card for a while, and waited until the clerk urged him to call it over.

"The name sounds nice." The clerk boasted again.

Zhu Yu smiled and gave a soft "hmm".

After ordering the cake, Zhu Yu posted the invoice and the money from AA in the group.

Along the way, his WeChat kept ringing, all of them were classmates who forwarded red envelopes to him.

He passed a barber shop, paused, and pushed an inch when he went in.

Fu Cizhou has the same style, and it looks quite energetic.

It was already evening when I got home, Fu Cizhou didn't pay much attention to himself today, so he sent a pig head to the other party.

Fu Cizhou didn't reply the message until Zhu Yu finished washing and lay down to sleep.

It was a picture of a small fish woven out of slender green leaves similar to zong leaves.

-Not fun?

Zhu Yu collapsed on the bed and laughed.

What's so funny about something that amuses children.

-Maybe it's more fun if you make it up.

- I really made it up.

- I studied for more than half an hour.

Zhu Yu didn't hold back, bit his lip and laughed.

Is Fu Cizhou poisonous, did he really make it up?

-I'm at my grandma's house, it will probably dry up when I take it home.

Zhu Yu turned over and looked at the picture of the little grass carp just now.

- don't you want to eat tomorrow?Are you still in Yuanzhou now?

- Go back early tomorrow morning.

As expected of the young master, at the beginning Zhu Yu decided to go a little farther to get to Yuanzhou, Fu Cizhou went there as soon as he wanted, just like shopping.

- and not too tired.

Zhu Yu clicked on the picture for the third time, hesitated a little, and then saved it.

I don't know what kind of evil Fu Cizhou has fallen into. Recently, he likes to get involved with fish in everything he does. Even when he sees fishing while walking, he has to take a photo for Zhu Yu to see.

There are a bunch of chat records in the dialog box between the two of them. There are no big things, but a lot of shit. It seems that they haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. They have to chat for a while every hour to show their presence.

Zhu Yu is actually quite happy.

He used to have Wei Xia by his side, who was well arranged for what to do and how to do it every day.

But since Wei Xia passed away two years ago, Zhu Yu seemed to have lost his backbone suddenly, and he didn't know what to do with him.

Fortunately, that state did not last long.

Next, Fu Cizhou seemed to replace Wei Xia, and continued to stay in Zhu Yu's life.

Fu Cizhou only gave a general definition of what he should do and how he should do it—just be happy.

There is no mandatory thing to do or how to do it, as long as you feel comfortable, you can do anything.

He will be happy talking with Fu Cizhou, and will be happy together.

Then go on like this.

The next day, Zhu Yu woke up early and went to pick up someone at the station as Fu Cizhou requested.

The weather is a bit hot today, and the sun at ten o'clock in the morning can tan a layer of bald skin.

Zhu Yu found a shady place and poked his phone with his head down.

- i'm at the place.

He wore a pair of simple white T-sweatpants and a pair of high-bang basketball shoes today.

In particular, she cut her hair short, revealing a small half of her forehead and a pair of mild eyebrows.

Fu Cizhou had been waiting in the car on the side of the road for a long time, and just now he saw Zhu Yu leaving the bus, so he opened the door and came out.

Probably because I wish Yu loves to eat toffee, so in Fu Cizhou's heart, this person has always looked like a sweet little boy.

But now if Zhu Yu is not by his side, he will still be a tall boy at 1.7 meters.

It looks... like it's not the same as usual.

In short, he is handsome.

The kind that doesn't even discount.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Fu Cizhou glanced at it and replied.

-look up.

Probably of all the information before meeting, these two words contain the greatest energy.

Zhu Yu suddenly raised his head the second he saw the message, but before he could see everything in front of him clearly, he was hugged like a bear.

"Fuck! I'm exhausted."

Fu Cizhou's movements were almost thoughtless, and he could read surprise in Zhu Yu's eyes just a second before hugging him.

But he couldn't control that much, and even rubbed Zhu Yu's back hard.

It's like being in the desert for a few months, holding each other to quench your thirst.

Zhu Yu slammed forward with this force, almost touching Fu Cizhou's chest.

"Damn!" Zhu Yu pressed his shoulder, but didn't push it away, "Why are you hugging me!"

Fu Cizhou let go of Zhu Yu, with a smile still on his face: "I miss you."

Zhu Yu frowned and rubbed his arms: "It sounds so disgusting..."

"Damn," Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yu's head, "no conscience."

Zhu Yu hooked Fu Cizhou's shoulder with his backhand, and the two walked along the road: "Master, happy birthday."

He said this at midnight last night, and said it again today.

Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's shoulder and squeezed, turned his face and said, "I said it twice."

"That's different." Zhu Yu said.

"What's the difference?" Fu Cizhou asked without understanding.

Can it be the same across the phone and in front of a real person?

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou for a long time, then took out an invoice from his pocket: "Before that, let's go get something first."

"I'm going, just because I'm afraid you guys will do this." Fu Cizhou looked at the colorful cake, and couldn't laugh or cry, "You still make such a big one for me, who will eat it?"

Zhu Yu handed the invoice to the clerk, and watched them pack up the finished cake: "We are all self-conscious, eating and drinking for free is not shameful. As for who eats this stuff, you don't care, anyway, someone will eat it. "

"How old is the handsome guy?" the clerk asked when she was putting on candles.

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou, Fu Cizhou also looked at him, neither of them spoke, Zhu Yu had no choice but to answer: "Seventeen."

"That's great." The clerk picked out two digital candles and put them up, "Happy birthday!"

Fu Cizhou is 17 years old, and his parents and friends have everything.

Really nice.

Fu Cizhou said thank you, with pockets in his hands, like an uncle.

Zhu Yu glanced at him and raised his hand to take the cake.

After leaving the cake shop, Zhu Yu began to complain: "Why do you still let me take your cake?"

"I like you so I let you take it," Fu Cizhou said solemnly, "Aren't you happy?"

Zhu Yu snorted coldly, not taking it seriously: "I think you have something wrong."

"I have a problem." Fu Cizhou's hand seemed to grow on Zhu Yu's shoulder, and he hugged him again without taking a few steps away. "Zhu Xiaoyu, what did you give me for my birthday?"

Zhu Yu turned his head and stared at Fu Cizhou: "Didn't I send you a big shark?"

"It wasn't given on my birthday," Fu Cizhou grinned, and said shamelessly, "It doesn't count."