Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou has traveled to many places anyway, big cities and small suburbs, and he has also wandered casually with his friends.

The signboard of an unmanned store like this is too dazzling, it's not like I haven't seen it before.

But today is the first time he stepped in.

And come in with the people you like.

No matter how stupid Fu Cizhou is, he still knows what is sold in these vending machines.

It's just too sloppy.

"What the hell..." He retracted his body into the shop, "Let's go, let's go?"

Fu Cizhou glanced into the store, but he didn't see Zhu Yu's person.He panicked for a second before he realized that the other party was squatting at his feet by the door, pressing his head against the glass cabinet of the vending machine and staring at the things inside.

"What is this?" Zhu Yu tapped the glass with his index finger, "It's so small, it costs 200 yuan."

Fu Cizhou's curiosity temporarily occupied the high ground, and he didn't care about anything else, so he bent down to look at the things inside.

It's a bottle of lubricant.

"Damn!" Fu Cizhou's face became hot, and he pressed Zhu Yu's head, "What are you looking at!"

"Look at this." Zhu Yu scratched his hair innocently, "What are you doing?"

"Don't look, let's go," Fu Cizhou kicked his ass with the back of his foot, "Are your pants uncomfortable?"

"It's okay..." Zhu Yu sat back and sat on Fu Cizhou's instep, "So what is this?"

"It's your uncle," Fu Cizhou went to grab Zhu Yu's arm, "Let's go, don't fucking watch."

Zhu Yu struggled a bit: "It's raining outside..."

The two were pulling back and forth, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and the lightning seemed to strike the door of the store.

Fu Cizhou and Zhu Yu looked at each other, then stopped and looked outside the door.

A gust of strong wind howled and blew the plastic curtains high. Fu Cizhou held down a few pieces with his hands to prevent them from hitting Zhu Yu who was squatting at the door.

"Ah..." Zhu Yu sighed softly, "It's so cold."

His body was drenched, the shop was gloomy, and it was really cold when the wind blew.

Fu Cizhou frowned: "Then are you still here?"

"I haven't seen these things," Zhu Yu replied very sincerely, "I want to see more."

Fu Cizhou's scalp tightened: "What's so good about these things?"

"It's nothing to look at." Zhu Yu clasped Fu Cizhou's legs back with his arms, and stood up slowly, "But I just feel that the packaging is quite exciting..."

Fu Cizhou raised his eyes and glanced at the dazzling array of products in the vending machine, some of which had explicit packaging and emphasized some imaginative words.

"Ah..." Zhu Yu pressed his hands against the glass cabinet together, and read in a daze, "Durable..."

As soon as Fu Cizhou's brain exploded, he grabbed the opponent's chin and pulled him back: "Hold on, don't look at it."

Zhu Yu raised her chin, her back pressed against Fu Cizhou's chest: "Why are you so excited?"

"I'm so excited," Fu Cizhou lowered his head and looked seriously into Zhu Yu's eyes, "Zhu Xiaoyu, are you fucking sober?"

Zhu Yu is not a good drinker, he pours a glass of beer, but he didn't drink much alcohol, and he became sober after a while.

The few cups I drank at the barbecue stand after the sports meeting before, Zhu Yu woke up half-drowsy on Fu Cizhou's back. Today, I didn't drink as much as the other day. It was thundering and windy. awake.

"No," Zhu Yu frowned, leaning against Fu Cizhou as if his bones had been pulled out, "dizziness."

He felt that he had a bad heart, so he didn't say anything when he was sober, and continued to pretend to be drunk to tease Fu Cizhou.

And Fu Cizhou is worthy of being a stupid dog. Not only did he believe all the way, but he is still willing to help people up to now.

"Why don't I believe it?" Fu Cizhou put his arm through Zhu Yu's armpit and put it on his chest, "Stop pretending to me."

Zhu Yu Changchang said "um..." and simply kept silent.

Fu Cizhou raised his hand and stroked Zhu Yu's forehead. The boy's hair was much shorter, but it was still soft.

I don't know if it's sweat or rain, but the bangs were tied into strands, and after being pulled away, they stuck to the skin softly again.

"Isn't it cold?" Fu Cizhou turned Zhu Yu's face, rubbed his face and said, "Why don't you stay here alone first? I'll go back and find an umbrella and come pick you up again?"

Zhu Yu shook his head, bowed and put his forehead on Fu Cizhou's shoulder: "No."

Soft voice, like a baby.

"Then we are together?"

"Neither."

Fu Cizhou's heart was pounding, and he followed Zhu Yu's movements and hugged his shoulders: "Don't want this, don't want that, what do you want?"

Zhu Yu didn't know what he wanted either, he didn't want to get an umbrella, and he didn't want to find a hotel either.

He didn't even know why he always wanted to stick to Fu Cizhou's body, sticking to Fu Cizhou's body, and didn't want to move.

Fu Cizhou may have seen the signs of his poor acting skills along the way.

But the other party spoke loudly, but still took care of him like a waste.

Hug when it's time to hug, and let it go when it's time to lean on. If the other party wants to get an umbrella, if you say "no", you really don't want to get it.

Fu Cizhou's temper like a young master before was almost gone.

"The clothes are all wet." Fu Cizhou squeezed Zhu Yu's jacket, "I caught a cold in a while."

Zhu Yu let out a "hmm" from his throat, tilted his head, found a comfortable position on Fu Cizhou's shoulder and continued to lean against it.

The boy's body is strong, his muscles and bones are a little stiff, and he feels uncomfortable when he puts his pillow on.

"Zhu Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou's palm slid across the back of Zhu Yu's head, without clasping it hard, just passed it lightly, "Are you taking advantage of me?"

Relying on his arms is not honest, he insists on looking for something to do.

The hair rubs against the bare/exposed skin of the neckline, and it itches badly.

"They're all men," Zhu Yu rarely muttered a complete sentence, "What's the deal?"

Just like a long time ago, when Fu Cizhou secretly touched his face while he was sleeping, Zhu Yu didn't say anything.

It is because they are all men that they can touch them so unscrupulously and say they like them with a playful smile.

Also because they are all men, there is nothing else and there will be nothing else.

Because he and Fu Cizhou are both boys.

There is nothing between boys and boys.

"If you're a woman, I'll take advantage of you."

The rain became lighter, and Fu Cizhou and Zhu Yu finally found the hotel despite the drizzle.

In this wilderness, the environment of the room is not bad.

The standard room appointed by Fu Cizhou has two single beds and a TV.

After swiping the room card, he squatted at the door and untied the plastic bag containing the two people's sneakers.

"You take a shower first, don't wipe your face with the towel."

Zhu Yu didn't have so many problems. He took off his clothes and went to drain the water.

The bathroom is still designed with wet and dry separation, and the small shower room is soon enveloped in steam.

Zhu Yu stood under the shower, with his head up and drenched with hot water.

The long hug with Fu Cizhou in the shop made him still not come to his senses.

If it was just his own unilateral unreasonable trouble, then why did Fu Cizhou buckle up his shoulders along with him.

Is that a hug?Or, just a simple dependence.

"I washed your clothes." Fu Cizhou's voice came from outside.

Zhu Yu opened his eyes and supported the wall with his palms.

He turned around and wanted to say something about washing himself, but he turned halfway around when suddenly his eyes were dark.

Suddenly, Zhu Yu grabbed the hose of the shower and fell to the ground.

With a "bang dang", not only did he fall painfully, but he was also hit on the head by the shower that was pulled down.

To make matters worse.

Fu Cizhou said "Damn!", and immediately opened the door of the shower room.

Zhu Yu knelt on the ground with his hands still supporting the wall, and the shower was lying on his back, spraying water jets upwards.

He quickly turned off the faucet, trying to help Zhu Yu up, but his eyes were dazzled by the large snow-white skin.

"What, what's the matter?" Fu Cizhou got into a fight with his mouth, and he pulled off the towel on one side and wrapped Zhu Yu directly, "Where did you fall?"

As usual, Zhu Yu himself stood up with the help of the wall.

But this time Fu Cizhou was too strong, he grabbed Zhu Yu's shoulders and directly hugged him into his arms.

It was not his turn to stand by himself.

"Dizziness." Zhu Yu's feet slipped slightly.

He wanted to stand firmer so that he would not be so embarrassed, but in the next second, Fu Cizhou picked up his knees and hugged him.

"Hypoglycemia?" Fu Cizhou strode out of the bathroom, and sat down beside the bed, "Wait a minute, I'll peel a candy for you."

Zhu Yu pressed his palm on the side of the bed, and supported Fu Cizhou's arm with the other hand. His eyes were still dark.

Dizziness, nausea, and a little sweating.

His teeth trembled and collided, and the next second he seemed to be able to spit it out.

A toffee was suddenly passed to his lips.

Zhu Yu opened his mouth and bit into his mouth.

"Is it better?" Fu Cizhou sat beside Zhu Yu, put his arms around his back, and gathered the towel around him.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes and slowly chewed the candy in his mouth.

The taste of milk filled his mouth, temporarily suppressing the feeling of vomiting. He could feel Fu Cizhou's hand clasping his shoulder, and then going down, rubbing his arm.

"Is it cold?" Fu Cizhou asked again.

Zhu Yu shook his head lightly, feeling much better.

"Wait a minute," Fu Cizhou pushed aside his wet hair, "I'll bring a hair dryer."

The arms around his back suddenly disappeared, and Zhu Yu also clasped the bed board with his other hand.

For the few steps to the bathroom, Fu Cizhou moved quickly, and it only took ten seconds to go back and forth.

But Zhu Yu always felt that he couldn't settle down until the other party sat beside him again.

"Hair is dripping," Fu Cizhou first wiped Zhu Yu briefly with a towel, and then plugged in the hair dryer to blow his hair, "Lay here alone for a while, I'll go down and get you a glass of sugar water. "

Inserting fingers into the hair, loosening the hair gently.

The hair dryer turned on the warm air, and "huhu" blew past Zhu Yu's ears.

"No need," Zhu Yu opened his eyes, lowered his head and pulled the towel towards his chest again, "Don't bother."

"The mouth is white, it looks scary." Fu Cizhou dried Zhu Yu's hair half-dry, then pulled the quilt over his shoulders, lie down for a while? "

Zhu Yu was indeed feeling a little uncomfortable, so he lay down under the quilt with Fu Cizhou's strength.

Fu Cizhou tidied up the bath towels on the bed: "I'll wash your clothes for you when I come back. What do you want to eat? Let me see if there are any."

"I don't want to eat." Zhu Yu turned over and buried his face in the quilt.

Before leaving, Fu Cizhou touched his forehead: "I'll be back in a while."

Zhu Yu didn't really want Fu Cizhou to leave, but he was even more lazy to dissuade him.

His head was in a daze, and everything that happened today was played back and forth in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Fu Cizhou knelt down to carry him on his back, and Fu Cizhou lowered his head to wipe his feet.

Fu Cizhou held the umbrella above his head, and Fu Cizhou clasped his shoulders when he approached.

Something should not be, something is wrong.

The relationship between him and Fu Cizhou deviated from the right track.

But Zhu Yu not only didn't try to break it back, but was secretly happy about it.

Like licking blood on the edge of a knife, behind the superficial happiness, there is shock at every step.

One wrong step and it's all over.

"I wish Xiaoyu." Someone called him.

Zhu Yu frowned, wanting to refute that he didn't actually have that name.

"Sure enough, I have a fever."

He slowed down and realized that the voice belonged to Fu Cizhou.

It's Zhu Xiaoyu, not Zhu Yu.

His brows flared again.

"Get up, drink some water, and take your medicine."

Someone grabbed his back, and then nestled into a warm embrace.

"Open your mouth to take the medicine." Fu Cizhou put his palm on his chin and lifted it gently.

Zhu Yu turned his head to the side, plunged into Fu Cizhou's arms and resisted silently.

"It's useless to act like a baby," Fu Cizhou insisted, "You must take medicine..."

He stopped suddenly halfway through his words, and looked down at his waist being firmly encircled by Zhu Yu's arms.

It took some strength, but I hugged it hard.

Fu Cizhou paused in his throat and stopped breathing.

There was an extremely slight gasp, and Zhu Yu buried his face in Fu Cizhou's chest, soaking the small piece of clothes.

"Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat," Fu Cizhou directly threw away the antipyretics in his hand, hugged Zhu Yu into his arms and rubbed his hair distressedly, "You are the ancestor, if you say you don't want to eat, don't take it."