Le Zhishi shook his head and sat next to Nakajima. The little Pomeranian climbed up and snuggled into his arms. Le Zhishi sat down next to Nakajima.
"I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time."
In the past, Song Jin's business was busier than it was now. At that time, Lin Rong also had to help manage the company and was often not at home. At that time, they were both very young and had hired a nanny. However, the nanny didn't pay attention when cooking, and Le Zhishi was hospitalized due to allergies. Since then, the family didn't dare to hire a nanny again. When Lin Rong couldn't take care of it, Song Yu would do it. Under the influence of what he saw and heard, he was also good at it.
Two children, a small dining table, and a few home-cooked dishes. These were memories that Le Zhishi could see when he closed his eyes.
"I want to eat maokai." The little Pomeranian's head was lying on Nakajima. Le Zhishi touched his furry head. "And cake."
Song Yu opened the refrigerator door and turned around. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the corner of his mouth.
Le Zhishi just remembered and touched the corner of his mouth. It did hurt a little. "But I want to eat."
Song Yu didn't say anything, but he had already started to get the ingredients. Le Zhishi didn't want him to work alone, so he went over to help. He didn't know how to cook, so he could only wash the vegetables. The scratch on his fist hurt a little when it touched the water. Le Zhishi didn't make a sound, but he paused for a moment. The water from the faucet suddenly stopped.
"You can't wash it clean." Song Yu pulled a kitchen towel and handed it to him.
Le Zhishi wiped the water on his hands. "Then …"
"Stand here." He lowered his head and focused on cutting the vegetables. "Just watch."
The little Pomeranian ran over and scratched Song Yu's leg again. Le Zhishi bent down and picked him up, holding his little paws. "Don't get in your brother's way."
Song Yu cut a piece of butter that Lin Rong had fried and frozen before. As soon as he put it into the pot, the whole kitchen seemed to come alive. With a sizzling sound, ginger and garlic were added into the melted red oil. The aroma filled the air. While it was still hot, he poured boiling water into it. The red soup was boiling in the pot.
After adding some seasoning, Song Yu tasted the saltiness of the seasoning before adding in the various ingredients that had been cut.
While the vegetables were cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks and mixed them with the gluten-free flour. Then, he handed the egg whites and the whisk to Le Zhishi and gave him a meaningful look.
Whipping egg whites was Le Zhishi's favorite activity. It made him feel better quickly. It was a wonderful experience to watch the egg white gradually turn from liquid to fluffy, and finally become like a cloud.
"It's done." Le Zhishi picked up the whisk and pulled out a small sharp hook from the whipped "cloud." This was a sign of success. He was quite satisfied. "Perfect."
After taking out the maocai, Song Yu began to make the muffins. "There's not enough time for cake. Hurry up with this."
"Pancake is also cake." Le Zhishi nodded to himself.
After working for a long time, two bowls of rice, a small pot of hot maocai, and a blueberry muffin were placed on the island in the kitchen. It was a combination of Chinese and Western food. The beef slices were cooked until they could be unfolded. The thin slices were wrapped in shiny red oil, and their appetites were aroused even before they entered the mouth. Song Yu took out a small glass jar, poured golden osmanthus syrup on the muffin, and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.
Le Zhishi picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and carefully put it into his mouth. He was also very careful when he chewed, and it looked a little funny.
The maocai was cooked to perfection. It was numb and spicy. A thin layer of sweat covered his back as he ate. Taking advantage of the stimulation in his mouth, he stuffed another muffin wrapped in syrup into his mouth. It was fluffy and soft, like a cake that had been squeezed into thick slices. It tasted delicious.
The uncomfortable mood that had been there since early morning was also released in the red oil and honey.
There was nothing that a good meal couldn't solve.
Song Yu ate in silence. Halfway through, he suddenly left the table. When he came back, he was holding a gauze bag filled with ice. "Take this and apply it to your eyes."
As expected, he still mentioned it. Le Zhishi took the ice bag and thanked him in a muffled voice. He put it on his eyes with his elbows on the table. After a while, he couldn't help but raise his head. "Is it ugly?"
Song Yu ate seriously. "You know it too."
In front of others, he didn't care about his disfigurement at all, but Le Zhishi was very afraid that Song Yu would see his swollen eyes. He didn't even know why he would despise him on behalf of Song Yu. Sighing, Le Zhishi was very regretful. "I should have dodged that punch."
Song Yu put down his bowl. "Le Zhishi, shouldn't you regret getting into a fight with someone today?"
"I don't regret it." Le Zhishi raised his head. "I didn't do anything wrong."
Song Yu was a little lost in thought. It was as if he saw himself when he was young. He was also so stubborn, refusing to admit his mistakes even when his head was bleeding.
However, Le Zhishi didn't want Song Yu to misunderstand. He changed his attitude in front of the class teacher and took the initiative to explain. "Brother, I didn't mean to fight and cause trouble. Actually, I didn't want to get into a fight at the beginning. This matter …"
Before he could finish, Song Yu interrupted him. "I know."
"The person you hit." He looked into Le Zhishi's eyes as if he already knew the answer. "What did he say?"
Le Zhishi suddenly paused. He tightened his grip on the ice bag and lowered his head. He looked like a wilted plant in the sun.
"He said … my mother is dead. That's why he asked me to come out and meddle in other people's business."
When Wang Qian asked him, he didn't want to say. When Jiang Yufan asked, he didn't want to say either. Even if he really called Lin Rong or Song Jin on the spot, Le Zhishi could still bite the bullet and not say a word. But for some reason, when Song Yu asked, he said it.
It seemed that he could only show weakness to Song Yu.
"I couldn't hold back at that time, so I hit him."
In fact, Song Yu had guessed it. The class representative came downstairs with homework and happened to see Le Zhishi being scolded in the office. The news spread in the class. At first, Song Yu didn't believe it. He knew better than anyone that Le Zhishi didn't like to be in the limelight. Even if he really helped a classmate, he wouldn't hit him.
But later, when he heard that the child who was bullied didn't have parents to take care of him, Song Yu could roughly guess the reason for the fight.
Even a puppy would bite if its tail was stepped on.
But he never wanted to be an elder brother who educated his younger brother. The adults had done too many high-sounding reprimands. Sometimes, they couldn't even understand that children also had troubles, and they didn't think that children's troubles were very important. That was why they only lectured and made the children make unwilling promises. However, they didn't care whether the children were upset or how upset they were at that time.
Scolding and caring were not suitable for Song Yu.
Looking at Le Zhishi who lowered his head and ate silently, his eyes blinked quickly a few times as if he was enduring something, Song Yu couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. He just realized that the Le Zhishi sitting in front of him didn't seem to be the child who would only hide behind him and cry when he was a child.
"So, did you win, or did he win?"
Le Zhishi didn't expect Song Yu to ask such a question.
He sniffed and looked up. The uninjured side of his mouth was stained with spicy oil, but his expression was serious. "I won. I beat up four people alone. I didn't manage to dodge the last punch because someone called the teacher. I panicked a little. Otherwise, my eye wouldn't have been punched. "
It seemed that he was really persistent about punching his eye. Song Yu pulled out a piece of tissue and handed it to him. However, Le Zhishi said, "I didn't cry. I was just burned by the spicy oil."
Song Yu could only reach out and wipe the oil off the corner of his mouth with a cold expression.
Perhaps it was because he had personally experienced the experience of being exposed, or perhaps it was because Song Yu had personally wiped the corner of his mouth, but Le Zhishi's ears were a little hot. He suddenly forked a piece of muffin and stuffed it into his mouth. He almost choked and coughed for a long time.
After eating, the two of them cleaned up together. There was still enough time for them to take an afternoon nap. After applying ice for a while, Le Zhishi felt that his eyes were much better. He returned to his room and looked at himself in the mirror for a long time. His eyes were still bruised and looked very ugly.
Song Yu drew the curtains and lay on the bed. His phone was filled with messages from Qin Yan. He only glanced at them. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard a knock on the door. Without opening his eyes, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"I want to sleep with you," Le Zhishi said directly, but he didn't step in.
In the past, Song Yu would have rejected him outright. However, he didn't today. He lay on the side of the bed as if he was silently agreeing.
After receiving permission, Le Zhishi immediately climbed up. Song Yu opened his eyes and wanted to give him a pillow. However, he saw that he had taken out a one-sided eye mask from somewhere and was wearing it. He reached out and pulled the strap of the eye mask. "What's this for?"
Le Zhishi covered his eye mask. "I want to wear it."
Song Yu didn't stop him and carried him over. Le Zhishi also lay down obediently and quietly looked at Song Yu's back. He felt that he hadn't slept with Song Yu in a long time. When he was young, whenever it rained heavily, he would crawl onto Song Yu's bed with a pillow and stay close to him. That way, he wouldn't be so scared. It was only during those times that he wouldn't be rejected.
However, Song Yu was afraid of heat and always complained that he was like a hot little ball of meat. He wouldn't let him stick close to him and hug him. Therefore, Le Zhishi only used his forehead to press against his back and restrained himself to satisfy his need for a sense of security.
This seemed to be the first time he slept with Song Yu on a sunny day. In the end, he even got disfigured.
Le Zhishi pressed his forehead against his skin and bones. He could feel his brother's heartbeat through his skin and bones. It seemed that he could also smell the familiar scent of rain. It was soft and wet, full of hope.
This illusion was like a released hypnotic drug that could make him fall asleep quickly without any hindrance.
It only worked when he lay next to Song Yu.
He couldn't help but fantasize that he didn't need anything. It was as if he could live like this for the rest of his life.
However, he knew that he couldn't. He was no longer the three-year-old child who would stop Song Yu from getting married by hook or by crook. He couldn't cry without restraint, and he couldn't speak without thinking for self-satisfaction.
As he thought about it, Le Zhishi fell asleep. Everything in the dream was blurry. Parents who died young, adults who cast sympathetic looks, and children who pushed him. However, their voices were very clear.
[Children without parents are so pitiful.]
[So you're an orphan.]
All kinds of voices mixed together to form a black shadow that chased after him in the winding dream. He couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to call out Song Yu's name. He only wanted to call out his name. However, no sound came out of his mouth.
"Le Zhishi, Le Zhishi …"
Le Zhishi woke up with a start from the dream. He gradually focused his vision and saw the adult Song Yu. He frowned and took a few deep breaths. "I had a nightmare." He didn't know why he associated it with a phrase that Jiang Yufan said a few days ago. "It seemed like a ghost was pressing down on the bed."
After that, he turned around in a seemingly cool manner. "I'm going back to sleep."
Song Yu lay down. His palm was still covered in the sweat from Le Zhishi's forehead. He looked at the ceiling. In front of him was Le Zhishi's unconscious appearance.
"Le Zhishi."
Hearing Song Yu call his name, Le Zhishi grunted. His voice was a little nasal and sounded like he was acting coquettishly. He cleared his throat to cover it up.
"You were really delicate when you were young. You cried a lot. Every time you cried, I had a headache and wanted to send you away."
Song Yu complained, but his tone was very light. Le Zhishi pursed his lips unconsciously. He wanted to refute, but he heard him speak again with a hint of calm doubt.
"Why didn't you cry when you grew up?"
"Not many people will notice."
Halfway through the program, they took a break when the music played. Le Zhishi's stomach growled. Only then did the senior remember that he had not eaten. "Ah, I forgot to remind you to bring dinner." She took out her lunchbox from her bag. "Do you want to eat with me?"
She opened the lid. Inside were translucent steamed dumplings with carrots and lamb meat, fried prawns, and sour and spicy cold noodles. They all looked delicious, but he could not eat any of them. Le Zhishi declined politely. "Senior, you eat. I told my deskmate to bring me food."
The senior thought that he was just embarrassed and stuffed the fork into his hand. Le Zhishi could only say that he was allergic to many things in the food.
He did not tell her about his allergens because Song Yu had repeatedly emphasized to him that he could not casually tell others about his allergies, especially when his allergies were so severe that they could endanger his life.
"I see." The senior had to give up. "Speaking of which, I saw it during your opening ceremony. It was so scary. Fortunately, nothing serious happened."
That's right. Fortunately, Big Brother was there. Le Zhishi responded in his heart.
When the program ended, the senior gave him an apple. Le Zhishi gratefully accepted it.
The evening self-study session would start in ten minutes. Most of the students in the classroom were already in their seats. Only the student on duty who was in charge of cleaning was still mopping the floor. Le Zhishi, who had rushed back, panted heavily as he sat beside Jiang Yufan. "… I'm so tired."
Hu Xuan, who was sitting in front of him, turned around. "Le, we heard your broadcast today!" She gave him a thumbs up. "Nice!"
Le Zhishi was very happy at first. Then, he lay down. "But I had a lot of problems today."
"Tsk, I couldn't tell at all."
A boy sitting in the third group interrupted with obvious sarcasm. "Who said I couldn't tell? I heard it all. Le Zhishi, don't tell me you deliberately left the microphone on because you think you can sing well?"
Le Zhishi was a little stunned by the sarcasm. He was usually very popular and had never had any conflicts with anyone. He didn't understand what was going on.
"Ignore Zhang Chen." Jiang Yufan rolled his eyes and explained to Le Zhishi, "He's crazy. The girl he likes likes you, so he's being sarcastic to you."
Le Zhishi asked, "The girl from Class 11?"
Jiang Yufan looked disdainful. "Yeah. I don't know how Zhang Chen found out. This guy used to come to Class 11 every day. He was so attentive. In the end, his little goddess confessed to you. It would be strange if he wasn't angry. "
Unexpectedly, Le Zhishi turned to look at Zhang Chen with a serious expression. "Why would I be angry?"
Zhang Chen's eyes widened. "You're asking me why …"
"Are you hurt?" Le Zhishi asked again.
He was really curious, and Zhang Chen was really speechless. Only Jiang Yufan was so happy that a flower bloomed.
Hu Xuan also helped Le Zhishi by saying, "Zhang Chen, I can smell the lemon on you even though we're two groups apart. You're so sour."
Zhang Chen was flustered and exasperated. "Bullsh * t!"
The class monitor slammed the podium and threatened Zhang Chen with his eyes. Le Zhishi saw that Zhang Chen was so angry. He thought that he must really like that girl. Therefore, he wanted to find an opportunity to tell him that he wasn't with the girl he liked. He could still try again.
Besides, if this didn't work, he could always change to another girl.
Jiang Yufan also wanted to match the line, but he thought better of it. He turned to Le Zhishi and whispered, "Le, I didn't get the rice ball you were talking about. I rushed over after class, but the boss said they didn't have it today. But I bought this for you. Dang dang dang dang! "He took out a box of self-heating rice from the drawer.
Le Zhishi was very surprised, but he kept his voice low. "What's this …" He picked it up and looked at it. His face was full of suspicion. "Won't I be kicked out by Miss Wang if I eat this?"
Jiang Yufan raised his index finger and shook it calmly. "Don't worry. According to a reliable source, Wang definitely won't come to the evening self-study session today. His car is no longer on campus, and he took the thermos from his office with him."
"But he said yesterday that he was going to talk about papers during the evening self-study session." Le Zhishi remembered clearly.
The bell for the evening self-study session rang. Hu Xuan also turned around and whispered to support Jiang Yufan. "It's true. Wang seems to have something important to do today. When I went to pick up my homework, he wasn't in the office. And you see … "
She pointed to the podium. "The class monitor is already sitting up there. Wang definitely won't come today."
"And I already helped you bribe the class monitor. I told him to pretend that nothing happened later." Jiang Yufan raised his eyebrows. "How is it? Am I, your Brother Fan, still very reliable? "
"That's amazing." Le Zhishi gave him a thumbs up with both hands and turned to look at the packaging of the self-heating rice. "I haven't eaten this before."
"Neither have I. But it should be like a self-heating hot pot." Jiang Yufan shrugged. "Put some cold water in it, and it will heat up by itself."
"Amazing …" Le Zhishi read the packaging carefully. "I'll use the bathroom to eat it later."
"It's okay. They're all eating in the classroom."
Le Zhishi shook his head. "You can't eat in the classroom."
The two fiddled with the rice for a while and added water according to the packaging. Le Zhishi waited for his rice with a curious and expectant heart. It was fish-flavored shredded pork, so it shouldn't taste bad.
The bell for the evening self-study session rang. The class monitor, who was sitting at the podium, said, "Miss Wang has something to do today. She won't be coming."
The people in the class burst into a small cheer. The wave of cheers was stopped by the class monitor. Everything was going according to plan. Le Zhishi was a little happier.
"I'm going out later. Let me have a bite." Jiang Yufan bumped his shoulder. "I want to try it."
Le Zhishi gestured OK. "No problem. We'll each have one …"
Before the last word came out, Le Zhishi completely choked. Because a person he would never have expected walked into their classroom.
A girl in the class exclaimed softly.
"Song Yu?"
"Wow, it's really Song Yu."
Jiang Yufan was also shocked. He slapped Le Zhishi's arm. "F * ck, why is your brother here?"
Song Yu didn't take anything. He walked up to the podium with a blank expression. The class monitor seemed to have known in advance. He got off the podium and returned to his seat to make room for him. Song Yu silently unbuttoned the sleeves of his school uniform and rolled up part of his sleeves.
Le Zhishi didn't know anything about this. He couldn't hide the surprise on his face. The surrounding students also looked at him with the mentality of watching a show. They were like audience members who had prepared their chairs for the show.
Standing on the podium, Song Yu raised his head and looked at the crowd. "Miss Wang has something to do and won't be here tonight. Since everyone is facing the problem of advancing to a higher school, she asked me to help share some of my experience in preparing for the middle school exam. "
These words were very official. Song Yu's expression and voice were cold enough. However, the junior girls in the audience were still excited.
Although the school had never held any kind of school hunk election, Song Yu's appearance made him the center of attention no matter where he went. In addition, he had the buff of being unapproachable and the halo of a top student. To be able to get close to him and help with the evening self-study was simply unimaginable.
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