Little cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article ~ You can read the latest content if you make up for it. "This must be very expensive. You must have spent a long time choosing it." Le Zhishi was very insistent. He held the gift box in front of her and let her take it. "Your handwriting is very good. This pen is more suitable for you than mine."
Hearing this, the girl looked up. Using praise instead of rejection made it hard for her to even feel sad.
But she was still a little unwilling. "Then do you have someone you like?"
Le Zhishi was stunned.
Like.
He liked many people, such as Aunt Rong and Uncle Song, the owner of the noodles shop, who would give him two pieces of beef every time he ate vegetarian noodles, and Teacher Zhang, who gave him comic books and drawing tools … There were too many. Le Zhishi had endless examples in his heart.
But if he added a qualifier, the highest level, the scope would be narrowed.
But it didn't seem like the girl in front of him liked him.
"You don't?" the girl asked.
Le Zhishi carried his backpack and shook it. "I don't think so. I don't want to date now. The middle school exams are coming soon. If my grades drop, my parents will be called. "
Seeing the girl's depressed expression, Le Zhishi said, "We can still be friends."
"Really?"
"I don't lie." Le Zhishi shook the backpack on his back. "It's so hot. Is there a vending machine downstairs? I'll treat you to drinks. "
"I want to drink Coke!" Jiang Yufan was the one who took advantage of them. He glanced downstairs and saw that Song Yu was still there. He was leaning against the tree trunk with his arms crossed. He was wearing headphones and looking up at them.
Jiang Yufan couldn't help but shiver. He nudged Le Zhishi with his elbow.
"Le, look downstairs."
Le Zhishi turned his head and saw Song Yu's figure through the railing.
He was just like a stimulant. Le Zhishi immediately turned around and placed both hands on the railing. Half of his body was almost out of the railing, but when he called out the word "Brother", his voice was very soft and angry.
Like a puppy that was so surprised that it wanted to pounce but hesitated.
The girl looked at Le Zhishi's agitated back and felt that he had become a completely different person. He was completely different from the person who had rejected her confession just now.
Song Yu, who was leaning against the camphor tree, put down his arms and walked to the bicycle parked under the tree. He kicked up his legs and stepped forward, as if preparing to ride away.
Le Zhishi panicked. "Hey, hey, hey." He grabbed his bag and was about to go downstairs, but then he remembered that he had promised to treat them to drinks, so he said in a panic, "I'll go down first and buy some for you guys."
He ran down the stairs hurriedly. Fortunately, Song Yu didn't leave so quickly. Le Zhishi ran to the vending machine in a hurry. He first chose three cans of iced Coke, but when he was about to pay, he hesitated for a second and changed it to two cans. He also bought an extra bottle of white peach soda. Coincidentally, Jiang Yufan and the others came down as well. Le Zhishi hurriedly placed the two cans of Coke on the vending machine. He gestured wildly at Jiang Yufan and pointed at the vending machine. He turned around and ran toward Song Yu.
The shadow of the tree swayed on his flushed face. The mottled light was very beautiful. After calming down a little, Le Zhishi smiled and called out to Song Yu, "Brother Song Yu", and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Why are you running?" Song Yu only glanced at him. He was still wearing his headphones.
I'm afraid that you'll leave.
Not only did he have an allergic reaction, but he also exposed their relationship in front of so many people and messed up Song Yu's speech at school. Everything was a mess. He was afraid that Song Yu wouldn't talk to him anymore.
Le Zhishi stuffed the iced soda in his hand into Song Yu's hands. When he took the water, he noticed the watch on Song Yu's left wrist. It was a gift from him.
When he was 10 years old, Lin Rong's photographer friend found a young model who fell ill. Le Zhishi was brought to the emergency and received a reward for it. Lin Rong's education philosophy was very liberal, so she encouraged Le Zhishi to use the reward himself.
Children's first reaction to receiving a red packet was to buy toys and snacks. The young Le Zhishi wandered around the mall alone for a few days and finally bought a beautiful watch.
Because there were only two days left until Song Yu's birthday.
That was the first time he spent his own money to buy a gift. When he was young, he already thought that it was a sky-high price. But looking at it now, the watch wasn't a famous one. The style was also very simple. It wasn't like the electronic watches that were popular among students. It wasn't cool or complicated.
Since he was young, Song Yu had received a lot of "gifts" from Le Zhishi. The so-called "rare" four-leaf clover that he had manually stuck on the fourth leaf, the little sticker of Le that he could give to his older brother to do errands for him if he collected ten leaves, and the hand-drawn little desk calendar that was exclusive to Song Yu …
But when he received this gift for the first time, Song Yu's first reaction was to resist it. He even dragged Le Zhishi to the mall where he bought the watch.
At that time, Song Yu was only in the first year of middle school, but he stood in front of the mall counter and handled the return of the watch calmly like an adult. Only Le Zhishi was crying. He even sat on the ground and hugged Song Yu's leg as if he was the one who received the gift but had to be returned.
Unfortunately, the memory was too vague. Le Zhishi couldn't remember why Song Yu rejected the gift and why he changed his mind and decided to accept it.
He was a little curious for a moment, but after thinking about it, he decided not to ask. He had just recovered from his illness and should be thankful that he wasn't scolded. Now wasn't a good time.
Song Yu unscrewed the cap and took a sip of water before handing it back to him. Only then did Le Zhishi come back to his senses.
"Brother Song Yu, have you been waiting for a long time?"
"I just got here." Song Yu stepped on the pedals.
Le Zhishi took the initiative to report the situation. "I'm fine now. I just took my medicine."
"I think you're fine too," Song Yu said.
Le Zhishi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this sentence. He continued, "Fortunately, you were here. Otherwise, I might have died."
He said the words "died" seriously, but it wasn't an exaggeration. When he was in elementary school, although he brought food to school, the children didn't realize the seriousness of allergies. At that time, he had a few serious attacks, but they were all saved by Song Yu from the same school.
He didn't know how many times Song Yu had saved his life. Sometimes, Le Zhishi would think of cartoons where small animals repay kindness. Then, he seriously thought about what kind of small animal he would be in his next life.
It would be best if he was a small Pomeranian like Cotton Candy with a small tag around his neck.
Thinking of the tag, Le Zhishi suddenly thought of the incident at the school gate. "You saved me twice today."
Song Yu didn't scold him as he expected, but he didn't say anything else. He just prepared to leave. Le Zhishi noticed and immediately sat on the back seat. When he saw Song Yu turn to look at him, he looked up. "My bicycle is parked at the school gate. I'll take yours first."
He didn't agree or refuse. It was as if he was carrying a mass of air. Le Zhishi sat in the back seat and waved goodbye to Jiang Yufan and the girl not far away. "I'm going home first."
Jiang Yufan looked at Le Zhishi and felt that his ending tone was full of joy.
When he first found out that Song Yu and Le Zhishi were brothers, he wondered why the two of them didn't tell anyone about this relationship. When he thought about how they had never interacted, he even felt that Song Yu was too cold.
But when he thought about it, if he were in his shoes, how would he explain his relationship with Le Zhishi?
No matter how he explained, he couldn't avoid his parents who had passed away.
Gossip was like a knife that did not draw blood. Sometimes, silence was the shield that could withstand the most damage.
A gust of wind blew as the bike rode out. The summer wind was soft and soft when it blew on the body.
This reminded him of when he sat in the back seat of Song Yu when he was young. At that time, Song Yu had just learned how to ride a bike. The first time he took someone was him. At first, they were very happy. The little Le Zhishi hugged his older brother's waist and raised his legs high. He kept yelling for them to go faster.
Later, when Le Zhishi fell and hurt his knee and bled, Song Yu didn't take him anymore.
When they were almost at the school gate, Le Zhishi was worried that Song Yu would stop and let him ride his bike back. He was hesitant to come up with an excuse.
His bike chain fell off? No, that was too fake.
Was he short of breath? That didn't seem right either.
Or he could say that he hadn't fully recovered from his asthma and his chest was tight, so he couldn't ride.
It wasn't easy to come up with a reasonable excuse. When he looked up, he realized that they were already far away from the school gate. Song Yu didn't stop the bike. He might have forgotten what he just said, Le Zhishi thought.
At the traffic light at the intersection, Song Yu stopped. In front of him, cars passed by one after another. The sun was also very dim.
A layer of water condensed on the bottle in his hand, turning it into a bottle of guilty soda.
"Brother Song Yu, did Miss Wang call Aunt Rong?"
Song Yu didn't respond. He didn't know if he didn't hear him.
Although Song Yu didn't usually talk to him, Le Zhishi could sense the subtle difference in his mood. He always felt that he was unhappy.
Was it because he ate something wrong today and had an allergic reaction?
Then why did he come to see him?
He probably wanted to make sure that nothing serious had happened to him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain to Aunt Rong.
"Brother Song Yu …" Before the traffic light turned red, Le Zhishi raised his hand and gently pulled one of Song Yu's earphones. He said in a flattering tone, "Can you not tell Aunt Rong about what happened today? She'll definitely scold me."
The traffic light flashed again and again. He looked even more guilty.
"What's the matter?" Song Yu suddenly asked.
Le Zhishi was a little confused. "Huh?"
The bicycle wheel turned again. Driven by inertia, Le Zhishi's body couldn't help but lean back. The earphone cable became a fragile link between the two of them. In a panic, he instinctively hugged Song Yu's waist tightly. He also heard his voice, which seemed to be transmitted from his warm body.
"You're talking about the incident where you ate something wrong and didn't bring any medicine. You almost went into shock at the opening ceremony."
The September sun was still sharp.
"Or puppy love?"
Le Zhishi retorted, "Am I not easy to recognize?"
"That's true …" With his mixed-race face, Le Zhishi was one of the most popular students when he first entered the school. However, Jiang Yufan still felt that it was strange. "I was scared to death just now. When I saw Song Yu's armband, I thought you were done for. "
Le Zhishi held onto the handrail and panted. "Was it necessary?"
"Why not? You broke the rules on the first day of school and even met a cold and arrogant student like Song Yu on duty. When he pulled you, I thought he was going to do you on the spot. "
They were almost there. Le Zhishi turned around and shushed him. He quickly walked into the classroom.
Coincidentally, the class monitor was taking attendance. Le Zhishi tried hard to hold his breath and stood at the door. His hair was curled up from running. "Teacher …"
The homeroom teacher, Wang Qian, was a young male teacher. He taught Chinese and could get along well with the students. However, he was also ruthless when he was strict. Fortunately, Le Zhishi had always been the representative of good students. He was never late, never skipped class, never caused trouble, and had good grades. Miss Wang didn't give him a hard time. "Come in."
However, Jiang Yufan wasn't so lucky.
Wang Qian had a playful smile on his face. "Isn't this the permanent guest of the Tardiness Team of Class 8?"
"Miss Wang." Jiang Yufan touched his buzz cut. "I'm two steps later than Le Zhishi."
"Yes, I think it's good to be more standard." Wang Qian put his hands behind his back. "From now on, you can only be two steps later than your deskmate. Otherwise, you'll be punished by standing in the morning self-study session."
"Ah?" Jiang Yufan frowned with a bitter face. The students of Class 8 who were watching the fun all laughed.
"What are you talking about? Come in. " After Wang Qian finished speaking, he began to scold the other students. "I don't care if you make a fuss, but behave during the opening ceremony. If you're caught by the Dean, I won't bail you out. It's fine if you're publicly punished. You'll be famous before you enter middle school. You didn't waste your time studying in middle school."
Everyone was snickering. Only Le Zhishi hadn't recovered from his panting. He tried to stuff his schoolbag into the desk in a daze, but he couldn't. Only then did he realize what was in the drawer. He reached in and took out an exquisite sapphire blue gift box.
Strange. He looked at it carefully.
"Who gave it to you? It's so cool. You got a gift on the first day of school. "Jiang Yufan leaned on the desk and whispered," It's good to be handsome. "
"No, it's not." Le Zhishi looked up and glanced at Wang Qian. He opened the gift box. There was an exquisite white pen and a bottle of ink. There was a card on top. He didn't touch the pen. He just opened the card and read the words on it. Then he put it back in the drawer.
The gossipy Jiang Yufan came over and asked, "Which class is it from? This pen doesn't look cheap. "
Le Zhishi pursed his lips and seemed to be thinking.
"After the opening ceremony, we won't go home, right?"
"I don't think so. We'll probably have to go back to the classroom. Why? "
"I want to go to Class 11 and return this."
Everyone in the class stood up and prepared to go to the school gymnasium. Jiang Yufan didn't understand Le Zhishi's action of returning the gift. "No way, Le. If you really return it, the little girl will be sad."
Le Zhishi was a little hungry. He unzipped his bag and took out a piece of bread. He tore it open and bit off half of it. He said vaguely, "If I don't return it, she might think that I agreed. But I didn't. That's not right. And I'm only in the third year of middle school. I can't date. "
Jiang Yufan's face was full of disbelief. "Oh my god, where did this good boy come from? That guy in the next class had three girlfriends last semester. Okay, you won't understand a girl's feelings when she's heartbroken. "
Heartbroken.
Le Zhishi really couldn't feel it. But he weighed the seriousness of heartbreak and being cheated and made his decision.
"I'll talk to her." Le Zhishi quickly chewed the bread in his mouth and stood up with the other students. A brand new medicine box fell out of his bag. He bent down to pick it up and put it in his pocket. But the pocket of his school pants was too small. So he tried to tear open the packaging, but the quality of the plastic seal was too good.
"Let's go." Jiang Yufan pulled him.
"Oh, okay."
The whole school rushed into the gymnasium. As soon as he came in, he found that there was no trash can. Le Zhishi quickly finished the last bite and stuffed the bag into his school pants pocket.
Peiya was one of the most famous high schools in the area. Compared to the quiet and frugal performance-driven education next door, this school had a Western style. Many students went abroad to further their studies. There was even a saying that "only half of Peiya's third-year students take the college entrance exam." Plus, the school was rich and could afford to expand. So the junior and senior sections had never been separated.
With such a large number of students, the annual opening ceremony was naturally a big event in the school. No matter how free and unorganized the school was, this day couldn't be wrong.
The senior students went in first and sat in the auditorium according to their class. Compass stood in front of them and said, "Third year, Class 6 to Class 11, please sit in the middle."
"Huh?"
"Why is it the blue class again?"
"We're going to sit on the ground again."
Peiya Junior School's summer uniform was light blue short-sleeved shirts, while the senior section's was white. The winter knitted vest was also the same color. Over time, everyone referred to the junior section as the junior section.
Everyone looked for their seats. After not seeing each other for the whole summer, the first thing the girls did when they gathered was gossip. After all, this was always a favorite topic.
"Did you see the confession wall last night?"
"No, who's it this time?"
"It's a second-year student. She confessed to Song Yu. She wrote a lot and said that she had a crush on him for a year."
"Wow, the school hunk … is so brave."
"Is there a school hunk in our school? Why haven't I voted? "
"No, but Song Yu can be considered to be publicly acknowledged. She actually dares to pursue him. I haven't seen him get close to any girl. Not even the senior section, let alone the junior section. "
Hearing Song Yu's name, Le Zhishi was a little happy, but also a little uncomfortable. His face was itchy. He pulled at his hair, looked around, and slowly followed the crowd. The class monitor organized everyone to sit down on the floor. Le Zhichi sat at the back of the boys' team. The girls' gossips in front of them changed from the hot topic of a second-year girl confessing her love to a senior in high school to the discussion of several school hunks in Pei Ya.
"Then there was an argument under the confession wall. Someone said that Song Yu has a poker face and doesn't care about anyone. He's not even as good as Le Zhishi from the junior section. I'm dying of laughter. Gossiping about my own class. "
"What do you mean by not even as good as him? Le is very good-looking. Isn't his mixed-race face good looking? And he has a good personality. "
"Someone said that he's too young. But then it became the junior section and the senior section each having one. That way, there was no dispute. "
"Hahaha, that's true. They're the kind of people who are paid for in the crowd. When are they going to stand together and compare? "
"They're not even in the same frame. There's no interaction at all."
Jiang Yufan pricked up his ears and listened back and forth. He was speechless. "Little Le is not bad. He's almost as good as Song Yu."
Le Zhishi stretched his neck to look for Song Yu in the audience. He didn't hear the girls' discussion about him from beginning to end. He was a little confused by Jiang Yufan's cue. "Huh?"
Who knew that the girl diagonally in front of him would turn her head at this time. Her face was full of gossip. "Le, what do you think of Song Yu? Except for his personality. "
This was the first time he was asked about Song Yu in school since he entered junior high.
Le Zhishi felt guilty. It was the same feeling he had when he was hiding under the sun to wait for Song Yu. He unconsciously blinked faster, trying to give an answer that sounded more like a stranger's.
"Song Yu is very handsome and his grades are very good."
But in the end, he couldn't resist the urge to protect him. "And I don't think there's anything wrong with his personality." Le Zhishi's tone was unusually serious. "He just doesn't like to talk. That doesn't mean he has a bad personality. Although he looks a little scary, he's actually a very nice person …"
The more the girl listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Puzzled, she interrupted. "Wait, how do you know he's a nice person?"
Sure enough, he wasn't good at hiding.
Le Zhishi was momentarily speechless. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yufan interrupted. "Song Yu is indeed better than I thought. He's on duty today and didn't report Le's nameplate when he picked it up. He even helped him hide it from Compass."
"Really?"
"He's our savior."
"He's indeed a handsome guy!"
At the beginning of the ceremony, the class monitor reminded them to stop talking. Only then did the gossip stop. Le Zhishi heaved a sigh of relief. He had almost been exposed. With how gossipy they were, if they knew about their relationship, they wouldn't stop.
Every year at the beginning of school, the content was similar. The leaders' speeches on stage made his soul leave his body. After a while, it was the middle school student representative. It was the top student in their class. Le Zhishi was very supportive. He straightened his back and raised his head, trying to listen to the speech. Unfortunately, the lights in the gymnasium were too bright. He gradually lowered his head, like a sunflower wilted under the sun.
He didn't know if it was because he ate the bread too quickly, but his stomach felt a little uncomfortable. It felt like there was a ball of cotton stuck in his stomach.
Rubbing his stomach, Le Zhishi looked at the dirty little spot on the tip of his canvas shoes. As he focused his gaze, the little spot gradually expanded, like a dark cloud with low pressure. The applause from the audience was like boiling water pouring into his ears, burning his chest, and filling his lungs with steam.
There was a small commotion among the students. His throat was dry, like a feather stuck in it. Le Zhishi lowered his head and cleared his throat. The new student representative walked on stage.
When he got close to the microphone, there was a sharp sound of electricity, like a premonition of a strong tone.
In the next second, a low voice came from the uncooperative microphone.
"Sorry."
Le Zhishi raised his head and looked at the person on stage. His chest rose and fell.
"Good morning, everyone. I'm Song Yu from Grade 12 (5)."
His heartbeat accelerated. It was a pathological rate.
Like the girls said, Song Yu's good looks were recognized. However, his bones were narrow and solid, his eyes were narrow and long, and the corners of his eyes were sharp. All of these gave him a strong sense of oppression and distance.
It was difficult to find too many traces of emotion on his face.
In contrast, Le Zhishi's facial features were soft and childish. He didn't have any offensive power. His clear amber eyes were sincere and naive.
"Today is the first day of school …"
Song Yu lowered his eyes. His gaze fell on the open folder on his forearm. His tone was neither fast nor slow. Occasionally, he would raise his head. His gaze was calm.
Le Zhishi liked to listen to Song Yu's reading voice since he was a child, no matter what it was. However, he didn't feel right at the moment. He wanted to listen to every word clearly, but he couldn't concentrate. The dry itch in his throat became more and more obvious.
His windpipe seemed to be compressed bit by bit. The airflow was squeezed in the narrow passageway. It couldn't go up or down.
Oh no.
This reaction was too familiar. Le Zhishi pulled out the packaging. The sound of airflow in his lungs sounded like bellows.
Sure enough, he bought the wrong one. This brand of ordinary bread and cornbread was different except for a logo at the bottom right corner. Everything else was the same.
Le Zhishi suffered from a serious wheat allergy. In addition to the common rubella and throat itching, the most uncomfortable food allergy asthma was the clinical reaction. It would only appear when he was exposed to a large amount of allergens, and it came fiercely.
The gymnasium was too quiet. Le Zhishi could only hear Song Yu's voice and the increasingly obvious growl in his chest.
His first reaction was regret. He regretted leaving the medicine on the desk. Who would have thought that the allergy would act up after just one use?
However, this thought didn't last long. The instinct to call for help came even faster. His asthma took away his strength. Le Zhishi leaned forward and grabbed Jiang Yufan's arm.
The people around them also noticed something strange.
"A new semester means a new beginning."
Standing on the stage, Song Yu lowered his eyes and began to read.
There was a sudden commotion among the students below the stage. They gathered at the end of a class. A few people even stood up and formed a circle. Students from other classes also noticed something. They craned their necks to look.
"This will be a breakthrough and a critical point. The accumulation of the past is about to explode. The turning point is just ahead …"
Song Yu didn't care about what happened. This was his personality. He only looked up occasionally. Through the gaps of the chaotic crowd, he saw half of the person's face on the ground.
"Le! Are you okay?! "
The Dean, who didn't know what was going on, tried to maintain order. "Hey, that class, what are you doing?"
Jiang Yufan knelt on the ground and said anxiously, "Teacher! Someone's not feeling well! "
The speech on the microphone was abruptly cut off. It was the sound of a folder falling. The sound was amplified by the loudspeaker. It was particularly hurried and abrupt.
The Dean turned around. The podium was already empty. "It's a mess!"
The student from the photography club, who was responsible for recording the whole process, held the camera in a daze. He didn't know whether to chase after the student representative or continue to aim at the empty podium.
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