Little cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. He kept apologizing afterwards, but Chen Yushan didn't think it was a big deal.
"Not many people will notice."
Halfway through the program, they took a break when the music started. Le Zhishi's stomach growled, and Chen Yushan remembered that he hadn't eaten. "Ah, I forgot to remind you to bring dinner." She took out her lunch box from her bag. "Do you want to eat with me?"
She opened the box. There were translucent steamed dumplings with carrots and lamb meat, fried prawns, and hot and sour cold noodles. They all looked delicious, but he couldn't eat any of them. Le Zhishi declined politely. "You eat, Chen Yushan. I told my deskmate to bring me food."
Chen Yushan thought he was embarrassed, so she stuffed the fork into his hand. Le Zhishi had to say that he was allergic to many things in the food.
He didn't tell her about his allergens because Song Yu had repeatedly emphasized to him that he shouldn't tell others about his allergies, especially when his allergies were so serious that they could endanger his life.
"I see." Chen Yushan had to give up. "I saw it at 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.
After the program, Chen Yushan 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 rushed back and sat beside Jiang Yufan. "… I'm so tired."
Hu Xuan turned around from the front seat. "Le, we heard your broadcast today!" She gave him a thumbs up. "Nice!"
Le Zhishi was very happy at first, but 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're good at singing?"
Le Zhishi was a little dumbfounded after being stabbed in the face. He was usually very popular and had never had any conflicts with anyone, so 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's expression was full of disdain. "Exactly. 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, the little goddess confessed to you. It would be strange if he wasn't angry. "
Unexpectedly, Le Zhishi turned to face Zhang Chen with a serious expression. "Why should 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 retorting, "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 with a face 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 supported Jiang Yufan in a low voice. "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 nothing happened later." Jiang Yufan raised his eyebrows. "What do you think? 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."
There was a burst of cheers in the class. 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 see what it tastes like."
Le Zhishi gestured OK. "No problem. We'll each have one …"
Before he could finish the last word, 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 cuffs 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 below the podium 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.
A girl in the front row raised her head and asked Song Yu, "Senior, why did Miss Wang invite you here?"
Song Yu had a slight obsession with cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. He lowered his head and straightened the chalk box on the podium. He didn't even raise his head when he answered her question. He only said indifferently, "He used to be my form teacher."
"They were actually the same form teacher?"
"Wow … that's amazing."
"Then we're directly related!"
Le Zhishi also felt that it was incredible that they were actually the same form teacher. According to this, Wang Qian had taught Song Yu until he graduated from middle school and then came to teach their class.
That was also true. Every time their parents came forward, Aunt Rong would be in charge of him, and Uncle Song would be in charge of Song Yu. They didn't say anything, and Song Yu didn't say anything either. How would he know?
Song Yu went straight to the point. "The first class of the evening self-study session will focus on sharing. In the second class, everyone will do their own homework. If you need any questions, you can come to the podium to find me."
Jiang Yufan coughed, hinting for Le Zhishi to lower his head and show him his phone from under the table. The phone screen showed that there was no form teacher in the class group. Almost all the students who had secretly brought their phones had gathered in the group and were chatting in full swing.
[Is today the day that our class's attractiveness index is at the top?!]
[Song Yu is really handsome. No wonder he's a regular on the confession wall.]
[You girls are too infatuated. You only know how to look at handsome guys. I'm speechless.]
[What do you mean only know how to look at handsome guys? We girls are more interested in looking at beautiful girls than you guys are.]
[Le, I think you're still the most handsome. I support you.]
[There's going to be a good show.]
[Le, did you already know that he was coming?]
How is that possible?!
Jiang Yufan lowered his head and typed quickly.
[I can testify that Le really didn't know. We just thought that the class monitor was the one who was supervising the evening self-study session.]
New content quickly popped up on the interface.
[I'm so confused. Didn't he tell you that he was coming over?]
[Song Yu won't make things difficult for Le, right?]
[If you didn't do anything wrong, why are you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door?]
Le Zhishi didn't want to read anymore. When he raised his head, he happened to meet Song Yu's gaze. The way Song Yu stared at him was like a big cat. His eyes were cold and unfocused. He quickly lowered his head and put away the comic book and his sketchbook on the table into the drawer. He took out his teaching aid and pretended to study seriously.
Although the chat group was in full swing, the atmosphere in the class was very quiet. Song Yu picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard.
"There's less than a year until the middle school exams. The study plan for these two semesters is likely to change your ranking. So, first of all, you have to be clear about your goals and formulate a plan that suits your situation …"
As he spoke, a strange sound suddenly came from the class. It sounded like a small train. Many people heard it and turned their heads to look.
The sound was getting louder and louder.
The chalk stopped writing on the blackboard. Song Yu's hand stopped. However, he didn't turn around. It was as if he couldn't hear anything. He continued to write what he wanted to write.
The other students looked at the source of the sound. Yes, the source of the sound was Le Zhishi. To be more precise, it was the box of self-heating rice in Le Zhishi's desk drawer.
At this time, Jiang Yufan also turned his head and met Le Zhishi's eyes. He mouthed silently. Then, he wrote a sentence on the draft paper and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.
[You can submit to the Social Death Group now …]
He remembered very clearly that he was the one who opened the door that night. The unexpected rain poured in on a summer night, soaking his hair. His father had a child in his arms. He wrapped the child tightly in a jacket. After entering the door, he squatted down and hugged Song Yu.
Song Yu lifted the jacket a little in confusion. "Who is this?"
A pair of eyes peeked out from under the jacket. They were like glass beads.
"This is my younger brother."
The six-year-old Song Yu gained a younger brother overnight. He was soft and beautiful, looking like a little angel from a fairytale. His light brown hair was curled, and he could only speak English with a childish voice.
In contrast to this little guy, Song Yu wasn't born with a lively personality. He didn't like to be noisy and didn't talk much. His elders and relatives always said that his personality wasn't good and should be changed. However, Lin Rong always argued that Song Yu inherited his grandfather's genes so that Song Yu could be himself from a young age.
He was very smart and much more mature than other children. However, no matter how mature he was, he would be at a loss when faced with a strange child who would take away his love. At first, Song Yu didn't like him, but it wasn't to the point of hating him.
Most of the time, he silently observed him.
It's strange. His eyelashes are too curly.
Why does this little guy have so much trouble talking? He looks so clumsy.
Was I this stupid when I was young?
However, Le Zhishi was really cute. Any elder who saw him would praise him. These praises shook little Song Yu's impression of him. He had to admit that Le Zhishi was cuter than the Pomeranian he wanted to buy.
On the third day of his visit, Le Zhishi suddenly cried non-stop. He cried for his parents. No one could coax him.
"Don't cry." When Song Yu came closer, Le Zhishi stretched out his arms to hug him. However, Song Yu couldn't carry him. He wrapped himself around him like a glutinous rice cake.
"Your crying is giving me a headache." Song Yu despaired. He said to Lin Rong, "Mom, let's send him back to his parents and let him go home."
Lin Rong looked at him. She wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, she coaxed Le Zhishi and carried him upstairs. Only Song Yu and Song's Dad were left in the living room.
"Yu." Song's Dad pulled him over and told him seriously, "Your brother doesn't have parents anymore."
Song Yu frowned and didn't reply. He only thought about the meaning of this sentence in his heart. Soon, Song's Dad gave him a more accurate answer.
"His parents are gone. He has no home to go back to."
He understood what she meant by "not here".
Song Yu frowned even more. He looked up at the stairs and then back at his father.
"Will he leave in the future?"
Song's Dad shook his head. "From now on, this will be his home."
Adults always subconsciously judged children and felt that children didn't know anything. But in fact, children were more empathetic than adults. They would hold an umbrella for a little stray dog on their way home.
Song Yu was the same, even though he wasn't a very empathetic child since he was young.
After returning to his room, he hugged a pillow and nestled on the small sofa. Song's Dad's words hovered in his mind.
Le Zhishi was so cute, but he didn't have parents.
This sentence stuck in his heart, and he felt more and more sorry for Le Zhishi. No matter how beautiful a stray dog was, it was still a stray dog. They had nowhere to go when it rained. They could only hide in the tunnel and shiver, cold and hungry.
The door suddenly creaked open, interrupting Song Yu's stray dog adventure in his mind. He looked up and saw Le Zhishi curled up by the door. Half of his little head was poking out pitifully and looking in. He even let out a silly cry.
Song Yu glanced at him, acting like a little master. "Why are you hiding?" Seeing that the little thing didn't move, he couldn't bear it. He raised his hand and waved, motioning for him to come in. Le Zhishi then slowly walked towards him. The child's feet were unsteady. He staggered with every step, as if he was going to fall in the next second. Song Yu was frightened.
It wasn't easy to get in front of him. Le Zhishi blinked his big eyes and looked at him. His face was red from crying, and he looked like a little peach that was about to break.
His eyes were swollen. Song Yu thought of his father's words again, so he made some space for him and let him curl up on the small sofa with him.
It had been raining for several days. It seemed that ever since Le Zhishi came, the rain hadn't stopped.
He asked Le Zhishi why he came to his room. Suddenly, a white light flashed outside the window. Before Le Zhishi could answer, he was interrupted by a huge thunder. He was so scared that he hugged Song Yu, his whole body trembling.
Although Song Yu was also scared by the thunder, Le Zhishi was much more scared than him. Not only was he trembling, but he also cried.
Song Yu was most afraid of him crying. He wanted to ask his mother to take him back to the room, but Le Zhishi clung to him and tried to get into his arms. Song Yu had no choice but to coax him like a real brother. He didn't like to talk, so he could only cover his ears and pat him gently on the back.
The thunder didn't disappear easily. It always appeared again after Le Zhishi recovered from the shock. If it struck again, all the coaxing would be in vain.
He decided to find a way to distract the poor little boy.
After thinking about it, Song Yu took out a big box of madeleine cakes. It was chocolate-filled. His father had brought it back for him from abroad. He couldn't bear to open it.
You got lucky.
With the sweet cake and Song Yu covering his ears, Le Zhishi wasn't so scared anymore. He looked very cute when he ate. His two chubby hands held the cake and took one bite after another. Suddenly, his whole body trembled when there was thunder, and the cake fell. He was stunned for a second, then picked it up and continued eating with tears in his eyes.
It was funny and pitiful.
"You're so small. How can you eat so much?" Song Yu looked at the empty box. There was only one cake left. He picked it up and took a bite. Sweet chocolate flowed out.
Le Zhishi reached out to him and said softly that he wanted more. Song Yu had no choice but to give him the other half in his hand. "There's no more."
In the end, he ate the other half in the same way. The corners of his mouth were full of chocolate. Song Yu found him dirty and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.
He really felt like a big brother now.
This sudden identity of an older brother gave Song Yu a very complicated feeling. It was a bit of a burden, but also a bit of joy and pride. It was more convincing than a hundred people telling him "you've grown up."
When it was time to sleep at night, Le Zhishi refused to leave. He cried and made a fuss about sleeping with Song Yu. Lin Rong had no choice but to carry him into her son's room. Once he was in Song Yu's bed, Le Zhishi stopped crying and making a fuss. He was obedient and quiet. He leaned against Song Yu's arm and slept like a little doll. He would even hold back his tears and say good night to him.
He seemed to have developed a fledgling relationship with this boy who was three years older than him. When it thundered, he would cover his ears for him and give him cake.
After Lin Rong left, Song Yu turned over and looked at Le Zhishi, who had his eyes closed. He thought to himself that it might be good to have another little brother. Even if he was a little clingy and always stuck to him, he didn't hate it. He could take him to Jiangtan Park to fly kites, look at the reeds, and take him to the Mathematical Olympiad class. However, this little thing definitely wouldn't understand a word.
Song Yu's mind was already filled with scenes of Le Zhishi sticking to him.
Children were always full of curiosity, but Song Yu wasn't. He had been exceptionally rational since he was young. However, when he realized that he would become an older brother, he had a naive sense of novelty for the first time.
However, it was also that night that Song Yu understood for the first time that being an older brother wasn't so simple.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by Le Zhishi's breathing. His little hand gripped his arm tightly, and he seemed to be unable to breathe. Song Yu was frightened. His first reaction was to run out of bed and smash his parents' door.
The sound of the ambulance was even more frightening than thunder. Song Yu was immersed in it all night. It was as if his ears were ringing. He didn't listen to advice and insisted on following, so he ran behind the adults and watched as Le Zhishi was carried by his father. He was so small, and his eyes were closed. His lips were no longer a beautiful pink.
Everything in the emergency room was very chaotic. In his memory, it was like a chaotic scene edited quickly. Everything was gray, and the sound of his heartbeat and Le Zhishi's sad breathing were background sounds.
It wasn't until the doctor came out and told them that everything was fine. His mother stood up in tears and his father put out his cigarette that Song Yu's heart finally calmed down.
"Our preliminary diagnosis is food allergy asthma. We checked the allergen and found that this child has a very serious wheat allergy. In theory, he shouldn't eat any food that contains wheat. A mild clinical reaction can be diarrhea and hives. A more serious reaction can lead to asthma, just like this time. How can you not pay attention to this as a parent? "
Lin Rong wiped her tears and didn't say anything. Le Zhishi hadn't eaten anything made of flour in the past few days. Basically, he had eaten vegetables, fruits, and rice paste. The child's parents had left so suddenly that they didn't know.
"We'll be careful next time," Song's father said in a hoarse voice.
"Allergies can be serious. The child is only three years old. It's not a joke." The doctor continued to ask, "Did he eat something he shouldn't have today?"
"I don't think so …" Lin Rong was also puzzled, but she couldn't think of any wheat products.
A string in Song Yu's mind snapped. He suddenly understood that he was the most terrible criminal in the world. He had almost killed his brother who relied on him so much. He thought he was just coaxing him with his favorite cake, but what he fed him was poison.
"He … he ate the cake. I gave it to him." Song Yu had never been so anxious in his life, but he still confessed his "crime," even if he really didn't mean it.
The doctor sighed. "This situation is common. He's a child. Didn't he feed a little goldfish too much and the fish died the next day? He didn't do it on purpose. "
This example didn't lessen the burden on Song Yu. Instead, it made it worse.
"According to the symptoms of this illness, he probably ate a lot." The doctor comforted him again. "You probably liked your brother too much, so you fed him so much cake. Remember, don't do it next time. "
The child's self-blame and burden made Song Yu understand for the first time that liking someone could cause harm.
He thought he was taking in a poor stray dog and holding an umbrella for it during a rainstorm, but in fact, what he stretched out was a hand that spread fish food without restraint. He was full of joy, but in the end, what he waited for might be a small fish that lost its life and floated up.
Although his parents didn't blame him, they comforted him like the doctor, telling him that it was nothing. But from that day on, Song Yu still consciously distanced himself from his brother. It wasn't too intimate. He couldn't tell the reason. Maybe it was the fear and self-blame that night, or maybe he understood what restraint was.
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