Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou himself was bored downstairs for ten minutes, and when he was about to bomb or not, Wang Ying and his party finally went downstairs and left.

Chu Yao lowered her head and followed the crowd at the end, her eyes became redder, as if she had cried.

Fu Cizhou became angry when he saw Chu Yao. Although this anger was his own fault and was not aimed at this little girl, he didn't intend to wrong himself, and he insisted on greeting her with a smile.

"Old..." Wang Yingsheng shouted halfway, before the other word "Fu" was uttered, he passed Fu Cizhou directly.

"I'll go..." He looked at Fu Cizhou's back and said in a daze, "Is he angry?"

Yuan Yixia frowned: "You should be... angry."

"Why?!" Wang Ying couldn't understand, "Why didn't we do it?"

"I don't know..." Yuan Yixia scratched his head, "Maybe only Zhu Yu knows."

Zhu Yu knew it, and he even took a few glances.

Fu Cizhou exploded alone on the edge of the flower bed, and he vaguely caught a few glimpses from the hospital bed.

While Chu Yao was talking to him, he was a little embarrassed to hear, thinking that Fu Cizhou would come back to break the deadlock, but this person ran away.

It's useless at all, and I don't know where to vent my temper.

"Yo, are you done talking?"

Zhu Yu raised his eyes to see that Fu Cizhou folded his arms like a leader inspecting him, and he didn't give himself a good look.

The young master lost his temper again, and really wanted to go up and slap him twice.

"There's nothing to talk about." Zhu Yu lowered his eyes, looked at the front and back of the scented envelope in his hand, turned around and put it under the pillow.

"What are you hiding?" Fu Cizhou moved forward and grabbed Zhu Yu's wrist, "Show me."

"Someone gave it to me," Zhu Yu said angrily, "Don't move."

He didn't let Fu Cizhou move, but Fu Cizhou insisted on moving.

The two had an unhappiness for no reason, and Fu Cizhou snatched the pink envelope from Zhu Yu's fingertips with a cold face.

"Give it back to me." Zhu Yu frowned.

He sat on the bed and didn't go to make trouble with Fu Cizhou. Even the two words he said seemed to be an order when he was angry, which was completely different from the usual jokes with Fu Cizhou.

Fu Cizhou was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Zhu Yu's reaction to be so great.

Since high school, Zhu Yu never got angry with him with a straight face, but now he got serious with himself because of a letter from Chu Yao.

Is this letter so important?

He paused, put the letter on the quilt, and walked around the bed to pick up the leftovers.

Zhu Yu seemed to be aware of the other party's emotions, and quickly explained: "Fu Cizhou, this is Chu Yao..."

"I know," Fu Cizhou interrupted him, "you don't have to say anything to me, this is something someone else gave you, and I shouldn't have taken it."

Every word he said is reasonable, but this reason can push people away.

"You can take my things," Zhu Yu seemed a little anxious, "but this was given to me by Chu Yao, she probably won't let others..."

"I'm not angry, don't be so anxious," Fu Cizhou said blankly, "The things she gave are more expensive, if you say I don't touch them..."

"Fu Cizhou," Zhu Yu frowned at him, "You never thought of talking to me properly."

Fu Cizhou snapped the lid of the lunch box: "Everyone wants you to talk to Chu Yao properly."

"Can you talk without yin and yang?"

"Should I be serious when I talk to you with a straight face?"

This seemed to be the first serious quarrel between the two of them. They didn't act in a fit of rage, but simply got angry and then turned cold on each other.

Perhaps this is better called the Cold War.

Zhu Yu has always known how to deal with people and can maintain a good social relationship with everyone around him.

His gentle temper avoids most of the conflicts, and some unavoidable troubles, Zhu Yu generally endures the disadvantages as blessings.

It may not be appropriate to say it is to please, but the repressed childhood almost engraved the regression into Zhu Yu's bones.

This was his first time arguing with someone, and also the first time he had a cold war with someone.

Vent dissatisfaction and be hostile to the other party.

It feels bad, but something novel.

Regardless of arguing with others, it turned out to be this feeling.

A little regretful and awkward.

But I am convinced that the other party will not leave.

That's why he dared and was able to quarrel.

Fu Cizhou left at noon and did not come in the afternoon.

Zhu Qin took care of Zhu Yu in the ward, and to put it bluntly, he had nothing to take care of.

It is nothing more than to look at the hanging bottle to prevent him from suddenly falling ill again.

Zhu Yu felt that he was fine, and wanted to pack up his things and leave the hospital. Zhu Qin insisted on staying another night, the crib was set up, and he just watched him here.

I have no choice but to listen.

At night, the moon is not very bright, dark clouds are piled together, and a little cold white moonlight is sprinkled from the gaps.

Zhu Yu slept all morning, and now she doesn't feel sleepy.

With nothing else to do, he took out the envelope Chu Yao gave him from under the pillow, and opened it carefully.

The little girl's handwriting was neat, and it took more than a whole page.

The content is from the encounter to the heartbeat, and then add the blessing at the end.

Zhu Yu read it again, and his thoughts seemed to be brought back to a year ago.

Chu Yao said that when Zhu Yu took a homework for her, the young man's smile was so warm that it remained on his heart forever.

But Zhu Yu had no impression.

He helped others pick up things many times, such as books that fell, coins that rolled down, homework that flew away, and even used his body to block the table that rolled down the stairs.

Since "Zhu Yu" is a very helpful person, so should he be.

If time went back to the beginning, Zhu Yu would still take that homework for Chu Yao as himself?

Is he a helpful person?

If Zhu Yu was herself, would Chu Yao not like it?

Just like what he once asked Chu Yao - if there is another person with similar appearance and the same personality, would she still like it?

Probably will.

Chu Yao likes excellent, gentle and warm-hearted people.

Zhu Yu is acting, but the other Zhu Yu is real.

He is walking the road of "Zhu Yu", so the likes he gets should be "Zhu Yu".

Zhu Yu thought a lot, and finally came to a conclusion - she doesn't like me at all.

This conclusion made him feel a lot easier, as if he had found a good reason for his refusal, and everything became logical.

But soon, this ease was broken by another problem that followed.

What about Fu Cizhou?

Who does he care about?

It was already ten o'clock after school for evening self-study, Fu Cizhou turned on his mobile phone, but Zhu Yu didn't send him a message.

He was absent-minded in class all day today, took Zhu Yu's little shark to sleep in his arms, and was dragged out by Lao Chen and severely criticized.

As far as the matter is concerned, he feels that this matter is his own problem.

But an apology always requires an explanation, and why he was angry happened to be the most difficult thing to explain.

Awkward as hell, and he's obviously crazy about reconciliation.

After leaving school, Fu Cizhou was not in a hurry to go home, but instead strolled along the road to the hospital.

Zhong Yan called him, and he stood at the entrance of the hospital and faltered a lot, and finally said that he would not go back today.

"Watching Zhu Yu again?" Zhong Yan raised her voice, "Are you using someone as an excuse to have a puppy love behind my back?"

"What the hell?" Fu Cizhou frowned, "My puppy love is still behind your back? I want to do it aboveboard."

After chatting with his mother, Fu Cizhou, who had been listless, became angry again.

But if Zhu Yu is a girl, how can he still be jealous like he is now?He's been in puppy love for a long time, okay?

What if Zhu Yu likes a girl?Seeing how precious Chu Yao's things are today, those who don't know think they are the most important rare treasures.

Fu Cizhou got a headache just thinking about it.

He wandered aimlessly, and walked to the gazebo next to the inpatient department without knowing it.

Fu Cizhou stood on the side of the road, squinted his eyes and looked at the pavilion for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the gate of the inpatient department.

Looking for Zhu Yu?Still not looking for it?

Fu Cizhou struggled for two seconds, then walked in sullenly.

The big deal is to sleep here tonight, it's not like he didn't sleep last night.

But even if they were sitting in the same place without Zhu Yu in their arms, it would be a world of difference.

Not interesting.

Fu Cizhou was stunned for a while, then took out his mobile phone and began to search for some missing ones.

From "what to do if you like a guy?" to "how to break up a straight guy?" to "how to tell if a guy likes you?"

Fu Cizhou himself went through the love process in his mind. He scrolled through posts and forums, and seemed to understand a lot, but when his phone was turned off, his mind went blank.

So what should I do?

Fu Cizhou turned on the phone again and continued searching.

At 11:30 in the evening, Zhu Qin made his bed and lay down.

Zhu Yu got up to go to the toilet, and subconsciously glanced at the gazebo outside the window when he came back.

Then he saw a familiar figure.

"Fu..." The corner of his mouth twitched, and he laughed in the next second.

Fu Cizhou is actually nesting in the gazebo, he has come here, and he is still angry with him?

"Still sleeping?" Zhu Qin asked while supporting his upper body.

"I...go to the bathroom," Zhu Yu pulled out some paper, "I feel a little sick to my stomach."

He slipped out of the inpatient building all the way, and Fu Cizhou was really looking at his phone with his cheeks propped up in the gazebo.

The night was very quiet and the lights were weak. Fu Cizhou's mobile phone screen was very bright, like a searchlight, and it was not too dazzling.

Zhu Yu felt warm in his heart, walked to the steps of the gazebo, and heard Fu Cizhou open his mouth and yawn.

"Master." With a smile in his words, he brushed aside a strand of bamboo leaves that poked into the gazebo.

Fu Cizhou was very shocked, "Huh?!", put down the phone, and saw that there was Zhu Yu in front of him.

"Fuck?!" He quickly stood up and walked to Zhu Yu, "Why did you get down?"

"Come down for a walk," Zhu Yu rolled his eyes, "Why are you here?"

Fu Cizhou was at a loss for words for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I'll take a walk too."

"Oh, you walked to the hospital?" Zhu Yu asked with a smile.

"Can't you?" Fu Cizhou sternly said, "The guards at the hospital didn't stop me."

"Then how long do you want to walk?" Zhu Yu pursed his lips, not sure if Fu Cizhou was still angry with himself, "It's twelve o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

The temperature at night in October is low, and there are occasional cool breezes.

Seeing that Zhu Yu was only wearing a thin hospital gown, Fu Cizhou couldn't help frowning: "You have the nerve to say me? At least I'm not a patient."

Zhu Yu curled his lips and pressed in a low voice, "It's not a patient who came to the hospital."

"..."

"I'll come to see you, can I see you?!" Fu Cizhou smashed the pot, closed his eyes and turned his heart, and said directly, "See if you are sleeping? Are you still running around? Jumping around like a fish, thinking that you can meet me anytime, anywhere, and bring you back into the water?"

This metaphor is a bit magical, and Zhu Yu laughed when he heard it: "What is it?"

"What do you care about me?" Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's shoulders and turned, pushing him back to the hospital. "Why are you running around in such a night dress? Don't you have any idea about your physical fitness?"

"Master," Zhu Yu looked back, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Am I so easy to get angry?" Fu Cizhou poked his neck and refused to admit, "I'm not angry at all!"

"Although I don't like Chu Yao," Zhu Yu said seriously to Fu Cizhou in front of the elevator, "but her heart is clean, so I will protect her."

Fu Cizhou sneered: "It's because of you that she comes here again and again. It's not clean."

"It's not me that she likes," Zhu Yu lowered his eyes, "I'll understand later."

"Don't you just like you?" Fu Cizhou turned his face to look at Zhu Yu, "Is it you or who? Me?"

Zhu Yu chuckled, and raised his eyes to meet Fu Cizhou's: "It's Zhu Yu."

He said it easily, as if it didn't matter.

Fu Cizhou was taken aback for a moment, and heard the implication of this sentence.

The elevator door opened, Zhu Yu walked in first, and pressed the corresponding floor where the ward was located.

Fu Cizhou went in after him.The elevator door closed, and Fu Cizhou's expression in the mirror was not very good.

"Chu Yao doesn't know the specific things, so she will misunderstand. If it's you, you should... be able to tell the difference."

Zhu Yu obviously spoke a lot slower in the last few words. He tried his best and smiled at Fu Cizhou.

"Yes, I can tell the difference very clearly." Fu Cizhou answered.

Zhu Yu's body froze, and his fingers curled up under his long sleeves, feeling a little nervous.

The elevator door opened, this time it was Fu Cizhou who walked out first.

"You are you, he is him, I know you, but I don't know him."

Zhu Yu hoarsely said: "If you know him..."

If Fu Cizhou knew that Zhu Yu, maybe the two of them would be as close as they are.

And Wang Ying, Chu Yao, Yuan Yixia, and even more people will be like this.

Fu Cizhou would give him dolls, hug him to sleep, run around with his back on his back, and squat down to wipe the dust off his feet.

It doesn't matter to anyone else, even if it's good, it doesn't matter.

But Fu Cizhou can't do it. Zhu Yu feels uncomfortable when he thinks that Fu Cizhou treats others like this.

"He is ten years older than me, how could I know him?" Fu Cizhou interrupted Zhu Yu directly, holding Zhu Yu's wrist and pulling him out of the elevator, "You figure it out, only you can know me."

Zhu Yu was dragged by Fu Cizhou to take a step, and he was a little at a loss.

"If I could go back to the age of five, I would have gone to the welfare home and smashed the gate. What is the same name? Chu Yao can't meet him, and I can't meet him. Your life is only a little bit tortuous. When you meet us, you will be tossed around." Several times."

"We met you, you understand?"

Fu Cizhou's voice was not loud, but in the quiet corridor of the hospital, it seemed loud.

"My life?" Zhu Yu was a little silly.

Isn't he walking the life of "Zhu Yu" all these years?

He lived like "Zhu Yu" and walked the roads he had walked for him.

"Zhu Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou held Zhu Yu's face with both hands, exerted some strength, and patted it with a "slap", "What the hell are you thinking?"

Zhu Yu squinted his eyes, as if everything was suddenly disrupted by this, and he only felt that the future and the past had become at a loss, and he didn't know what he had been for so many years.

"Your life is just a little more complicated and a little harder, because you met a group of irresponsible bad people, you are a victim, and you are not at fault."

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu's dumbfounded appearance, and couldn't help feeling distressed in his heart.

Did no one tell him so?Why didn't anyone tell him that?

Who is the culprit who caused all this?

Why should Zhu Yu suffer such consequences.

The elevator hall of the hospital was very quiet, almost no one came in and out at midnight.

Fu Cizhou pulled Zhu Yu into his arms and hugged him tightly, his heart ached as if a piece had been dug out.

"Zhu Xiaoyu, let me tell you now, everyone knows you, and everyone can tell the difference."

"It's you that Chu Yao likes, Wang Ying and Yuan Yixia are also your friends, and so am I, I'm yours..."

Fu Cizhou choked up a bit when he said this.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he turned his face and put his lips on Zhu Yu's hair.

"Best friend."