Little cutie, your subscription rate for this article is not enough ~ You can read the latest content after you make up for it. Le Zhishi was lying on his side on the ground, and his symptoms were getting more and more intense. He wanted to take a deep breath, but the airflow that entered his body was getting weaker and weaker. Before he could even take a breath, he started coughing violently.
Wang Qian felt that his student's condition was very bad. He was also very anxious. "Le Zhishi, what's going on? Are you okay? Can you talk? "He helped Le Zhishi up and patted his back." Try to take deep breaths. Slow down. "
Just when everyone didn't know what to do, a white figure broke into the light blue crowd and broke through the crowd.
"Spread out. Don't crowd around him."
The surrounding classmates were shocked. No one expected that Song Yu, who had just spoken on the stage, would appear here at this moment.
Wang Qian was also a little surprised to see Song Yu. This was also a student he had taught before. Back then, he felt that this child was very cold and didn't even have many good friends. He didn't seem like the type to be brave.
Song Yu squatted down and half-hugged Le Zhishi, who could no longer speak. He adjusted his sitting position and then took out the medicine from his pocket.
Seeing the medicine, Wang Qian was a little confused. He asked carefully, "Song Yu, can he use this medicine? I've already called the emergency personnel at the school hospital. They'll be here soon. "
"It's too late. This is his medicine. "Song Yu was so calm that he didn't seem like a student. He was more like a professional emergency personnel. He looked up and ordered the people around him, "Everyone, spread out a little more."
He loosened Le Zhishi's school uniform tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt to expose his neck. He put an arm around his shoulders and stabilized his head. With his other hand, he aimed the aerosol directly at Le Zhishi's mouth. His movements were smooth and fast. "Le Zhishi, take the medicine."
At this moment, Le Zhishi's forehead was covered in cold sweat and his lips were slightly purple. He instinctively grabbed Song Yu's arm and used all his strength to suck the mist into his lungs.
It had been a long time since he had an asthma attack. The feeling of uncontrollable tears and breathing came crashing down like waves. Everything was blank, but he could hear Song Yu's voice, which gave him an invisible comfort.
"Again."
They had been in the same class for two years, but this was the first time the surrounding students had seen such a scene. They were all stunned. Those who were familiar with him more or less knew that he was allergic, but it was usually just a rash. It had never been this serious.
A few minutes later, Le Zhishi's heaving chest recovered bit by bit. His breathing was no longer as rapid and weak as before.
"Are you feeling better?" Wang Qian was still worried. "I still need to send you to the infirmary to rest."
"Yes," said Wang Yao. Song Yu removed the medicine bottle and looked away from his pale face. He inadvertently glanced at a package on the ground with the word "bread" printed on it.
He reached out and placed his palm on Le Zhishi's chest to feel his heartbeat. Then, he grabbed his arm and turned it over. He checked his neck to check the rash.
Although the symptoms were alleviated, Le Zhishi's consciousness was still lagging. Every time he had an asthma attack, he would develop a strong sense of dependence, like a fledgling whose life was saved in the midst of a struggle.
During the emergency treatment, he couldn't think of anything except that it must be Song Yu who saved him. After recovering, Le Zhishi wanted to confirm it, so he weakly looked up and saw Song Yu's face. Only then did he feel relieved.
"Brother …" His voice was weak, and his fingers weakly held Song Yu's arm. The illness swept through him like a hurricane. His remaining willpower made him completely forget about the promise and disguise.
Jiang Yufan, who had sharp ears, repeated it without thinking, "Brother … Brother?!"
This word passed through a layer of human-shaped loudspeakers and spread like ripples.
Song Yu was Le Zhishi's "brother".
On the day of the opening ceremony, this secret that Le Zhishi had kept for two years was known by the whole school.
There were always a few outstanding students in a school. They were either discussed or surrounded.
Le Zhishi and Song Yu were typical examples. However, no one expected that these two people, who usually had nothing to do with each other, would have such a close relationship.
The news spread the fastest in the dense crowd. Not long after, the accident at the opening ceremony became the topic of everyone's discussion.
Le Zhishi's childhood had never been peaceful.
When he first came to the Song family, he was transferred to a kindergarten class. There were no familiar children, and there was a language barrier. Most importantly, he looked different from everyone. He was often surrounded like an animal in an acrobatic troupe. He was even bullied by some older children, who gave him nicknames like "yellow hair" and "little bastard".
He didn't like kindergarten and didn't want to go to school every day. He only wanted to hide at home and draw. He cried at the entrance of kindergarten and was carried out of the car as if his life was at stake.
Although he was often surrounded in elementary school, at least Song Yu was there. When he was unhappy, he went to Song Yu. Sometimes, when Song Yu finished class, he would look back and see the pitiful Le Zhishi leaning against the door frame at the back of the classroom, like a puppy who hadn't been weaned.
As his peers gradually became more sensible, fewer people ostracized him, and everyone gradually got used to it. Later, the children's aesthetic standards changed. More and more people began to think that Le Zhishi was good-looking. He was so good-looking that he left his peers in the dust. He also had a good personality. Le Zhishi, who was bullied, inexplicably became the target of admiration. In short, there was no end to it.
Le Zhishi didn't like to be the center of attention and didn't want to be publicly executed at the opening ceremony. However, in the end, he became the focus of the whole school in an even more spectacular way.
Lying on the bed in the infirmary, he stared at the ceiling in a daze. The doctor on duty examined him. He obediently cooperated like a soulless toy. After the examination, he lay down and continued to rest.
His steady breathing made him feel at ease.
Since he was young, Le Zhishi had a rich imagination. He could associate a small stain on the ceiling with a hermit crab on the white beach, and then from the small space in its shell, he could associate it with a karst cave or even a black hole.
Just as he was exploring the universe in the ceiling, the door suddenly opened. Le Zhishi turned over and opened the bed curtain a little. He glanced at it, but saw Jiang Yufan's face. He fell back on the bed in disappointment.
"Le?" Jiang Yufan lowered his voice as if he was afraid of waking him up.
"I didn't sleep." Le Zhishi sat up from the bed and opened the curtain. "It's over? That was fast. "
"Yes." Jiang Yufan took his schoolbag and handed him a carton of milk. "You're not allergic to this, are you? I see you drink it usually." Seeing him shake his head, Jiang Yufan was relieved. "The teacher said that you don't have to go back to report. You can go home directly after you've rested."
Le Zhishi sucked on the milk. "Miss Wang didn't call my parents, right?"
This was an accident. He was careless and didn't want Aunt Rong to worry about him.
"I don't know. Anyway, he stopped Song Yu and talked for a while. He probably wanted to understand the situation." At this point, Jiang Yufan became more confident. "I knew it couldn't be such a coincidence. He just happened to pick up the nameplate and recognized you. He ran down from the podium to give you first aid in the middle of his speech. He also happened to have your medicine on him. If you didn't call him 'brother' at the end, I would have suspected that you two have an unspeakable relationship. "
Hearing the last sentence, Le Zhishi quivered. "No, no, no. How could that be?" After saying that, he explained, "We're not biological brothers."
In fact, he regretted it. When he woke up and recovered his strength, he recalled the scene of him calling Song Yu 'brother' in front of everyone. Le Zhishi beat his chest and stomped his feet. He regretted it so much.
"Not biological brothers? Cousins? "Jiang Yufan suddenly understood." I knew it. You two don't look alike at all. You don't even have the same surname. "
"That's not it either. Listen to me." Le Zhishi zipped up his bag again and gave him a simple explanation of his foster care situation.
Although he played it down, no matter how stupid Jiang Yufan was, he was still somewhat surprised. "I see …"
The word foster care was too heavy for teenagers like them. It equated to misfortune, misery, and living under someone else's roof.
Jiang Yufan thought to himself, "No wonder Le Zhishi pretended not to know Song Yu at school." He scratched his head. "Then, then … his family treats you well, right?"
Le Zhishi smiled. "Yes, they treat me like their own."
"That's good, that's good. But, "Jiang Yufan asked again," why don't you just be straightforward? I mean, adopt … "He said the word very softly.
Le Zhishi didn't seem to care. "Oh, I asked that before. Uncle said that my parents are great people. They are my only parents. No one in the world can replace them. He hoped that I would remember them. And they said that even without this program, they would take good care of me. "He added," Uncle Song is my father's best friend. They grew up together like brothers. "
"I see …" Jiang Yufan looked relieved. He patted his shoulder and said seriously, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I'm very tight-lipped."
"It's okay." Le Zhishi lowered his head and suddenly realized that his buttons were undone. His tie was also pulled open, but he didn't remember when he was semi-conscious. He even muttered as he buttoned up, "What's going on …"
"Your brother … no, Song Yu undid it during the emergency treatment." Jiang Yufan continued, "You definitely didn't see it. He looked so cool when he rushed down from the stage."
Le Zhishi indeed didn't see it. It was a pity, but he could imagine it. Lowering his head, Le Zhishi saw the black spots on the tips of his shoes. He thought of the haze he had imagined before his illness acted up. He was shrouded by the dark clouds and trapped.
The way Song Yu rushed down was probably like a sharp beam of light that broke through the haze and found him.
This scene materialized in front of Le Zhishi's eyes. A sense of joy rose in his heart, and even the milk became sweet. When he took out his school bag, he found that it was bulging. He opened the zipper and saw the gift box he received in the morning. "You even put this in?"
"I thought you would go to Class 11 after you were done."
"Okay." He squeezed the milk box and threw it into the trash can. After tying his tie, he used his swinging leg to touch Jiang Yufan's leg. "Let's go home and eat."
It was early September in Jiangcheng. The lush branches of the Luan trees that hadn't been pruned for many years almost reached through the window on the third floor. These warm green leaves were blocked by the closed glass window and looked pitiful.
It was just like when Le Zhishi was a child and looked at Song Yu through the glass door of the study. His chubby face was squeezed out of shape.
Jiang Yufan had been Le Zhishi's classmate since the first year of junior high. He knew about his allergy, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. He asked curiously, "How did you know about your allergy? If it's so serious, it should have been very dangerous when you first discovered it. "
The first time …
Actually, he had some impression of it, but it wasn't very deep. Moreover, he had been to the hospital too many times when he was a child, so his memory of the first time he discovered his symptoms was diluted.
"I don't remember. I was only three years old at that time. I think I was hospitalized."
"Three years old!" Jiang Yufan didn't dare to imagine. "You were scary enough today. Luckily, your brother is here. I just searched on Baidu and was scared to death. It turns out that asthma can kill people without medication." Jiang Yufan said.
Le Zhishi comforted him. "What happened today was a very small probability event. It was the worst of the worst."
But then he remembered that Song Yu seemed to be there when he first had an attack.
After saying goodbye to the doctor on duty, the two of them were ready to go downstairs. Unexpectedly, they met a pretty girl with short hair. She was wearing the same junior high school uniform as them. Her face was red and her voice was very soft. "Le Zhishi …"
Le Zhishi didn't look familiar. He looked at Jiang Yufan for help.
Jiang Yufan thought of something and lowered his voice to remind his best friend. "This is the girl who gave you the gift. She's from Class 11."
Le Zhishi murmured in a low voice.
"Are, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm better now." Le Zhishi thanked her.
The girl was relieved. She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I went to your class to look for you this morning. You weren't in school yet, so I put the gift in your desk …"
Le Zhishi saw her ears and blushed.
"I hope you like it."
The sun was so bright that the girl's voice was drowned out by the chirping of the cicadas.
He held the strap of his school bag and was silent for two seconds. In the end, he unzipped it and took out the gift box. He handed it back to her with both hands.
Jiang Yufan couldn't bear to watch. This scene was too suffocating. He turned his head and looked down from the third floor. To his surprise, he saw a familiar figure. He was very tall and was wearing a white shirt.
Wasn't that Song Yu? Jiang Yufan narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.
It really was him!
Song Yu was pushing his trolley towards them. He stopped under a camphor tree and looked down at his watch. When he looked up again, his eyes met with Jiang Yufan's.
His aura was so strong that Jiang Yufan, who was a few meters away, was shocked by his cold gaze. He immediately turned his head and pretended that nothing had happened.
First, he stubbornly wiped his tears with one hand. Then, he used the other hand. In the end, he couldn't wipe them clean with both hands. More tears flowed down his face. He turned around and pushed Song Yu so that his back was facing him. Then, he pressed his forehead against it and cried. His shoulders trembled slightly. When he cried too hard, he buried his head in the pillow and tried not to make a sound.
Song Yu didn't say anything and let him cry. In the end, he seemed to have run out of patience. He turned around and took off Le Zhishi's eye mask. Then, he pulled him into his arms. His tone didn't sound like he was comforting him at all.
"You'll only be satisfied if you dirty my bed."
Le Zhishi retorted with a sobbing tone, "You made me cry."
Song Yu didn't say anything. He still looked like he wasn't good at coaxing people. Le Zhishi buried his head in his shoulder. This time, he didn't dare to wipe his snot. He sobbed and asked intermittently, "Won't my clothes get dirty?"
You really like to ask questions.
Song Yu said in a low voice, "If they get dirty, you can wash them."
This time, Le Zhishi cried without restraint, just like when he was a child. His cries shook the sky. Song Yu lay there quietly, his eyes empty. This scene was unfamiliar to the two teenagers, but they often hugged each other like this when they were young. To the Song Yu as a child, Le Zhishi was a noisy little toy that followed behind him like a clockwork. He was like the duckling in Cat and Mouse that couldn't be shaken off. But as long as he hugged him, he would calm down and fall asleep quickly.
After he fell asleep, he became very obedient. Just like how the adults described him, he was like a doll.
After he grew up, Le Zhishi seemed to be asleep when he was awake. He was very obedient and didn't cry for no reason. He was sensible and lovable. Adolescent children were ashamed to cry as much as they wanted. It was as if their troubles weren't worthy of being called troubles. They were not worth mentioning and were insignificant. It was as if they were pretending to be worried. Only in front of Song Yu could Le Zhishi release his emotions without any burden.
Le Zhishi's cries became softer. Song Yu guessed that he was going to speak, so he paid attention. Unexpectedly, he touched Song Yu's arm and pulled his hand to his back. He made a small request with a nasal voice. "Can you pat my back?"
Song Yu didn't refuse. He raised his hand and patted him gently. Le Zhishi looked up at him. "When I said 'pat,' I didn't mean a quantitative unit."
"Okay." Song Yu responded. He clapped his hands gently and asked, "Do you feel wronged?"
They understood each other without any barriers. Le Zhishi understood quickly and gave an answer. "I don't feel particularly wronged. He's telling the truth. Maybe he can't figure out why he was hit by me." At this point, Le Zhishi actually laughed through his tears. "But he deserves to be hit for bullying his classmates. You don't know, but he always used his feet to kick others."
Song Yu's mouth tightened. "Don't get involved in this kind of thing in the future."
"Okay." Le Zhishi closed his eyes again. It was as if he had entered a warm cocoon. He emptied his mind and said softly, "Actually, I almost don't remember what my parents look like."
Song Yu patted him. "Aren't there photos on your bedside table?"
"The photos don't move. The real person is different from the photos." Le Zhishi asked, "Have you seen them before?"
"Yes." When Song Yu thought of their names, the first thing that came to his mind was the scene of their wedding. On a beach, there was a small arch made of flowers. There weren't many guests, and he was one of the flower boys. At that time, he probably didn't remember much, but he unexpectedly had a deep impression.
That was his initial feeling of a beautiful marriage.
But most beautiful things were fragile.
"They are very good people." Song Yu patted Le Zhishi's thin back. "Your mother is very beautiful. The macaroni she makes is very delicious. Her voice is very gentle, and she speaks a little Chinese. Your father is very funny. The birthday present he gave me is the most special one I've ever received. "
Le Zhishi rubbed against his shoulder. His voice was a little muffled, and he felt like he was about to fall asleep. "What present?"
"A hand-drawn map that he marked the places he had been to," Song Yu said. "He said that he wanted to see more of the world."
He also said that they could go to other places together in the future.
"He didn't even draw it for me." Le Zhishi hugged him tighter.
He probably planned to draw it for him after he unlocked a new achievement. Song Yu thought that it might be after he reached the peak. But he couldn't say it. Just like that, Le Zhishi gradually fell asleep. Song Yu tried to loosen his embrace, but Le Zhishi seemed to be able to sense something. If he retreated a little, he would be able to snuggle into his embrace.
He was already so old. Coaxing him to sleep was still a very laborious task.
Le Zhishi slept soundly. When the alarm rang, he was the only one in bed. The lunch break was very short. Looking at the watch, only ten minutes had passed, but it seemed to be fully charged. He lay in Song Yu's blanket for a while in a daze. Then, he rolled half a circle with the blanket to wrap himself up. Then, he rolled back and untied himself.
So comfortable.
Two knocks came from the door. Le Zhishi looked up and saw Song Yu, who had changed into another set of school uniform, standing at the door. He neatly tied his school uniform tie. "Let's go."
"Oh, right away."
Standing at the entrance, Le Zhishi deliberately checked his appearance in the mirror. His eyes were indeed swollen. Fortunately, they were big enough. Otherwise, they would have looked very ugly. The corners of his mouth seemed to be better than before. Le Zhishi licked them.
What a bitter smell.
Song Yu drove him to school. On the way, the smell of roasted chestnuts drifted far away. While waiting at a red light, Le Zhishi jumped off the bike and bought a big bag of chestnuts. He sat in the back seat and ate happily. When they arrived at the school gate, Song Yu parked the car. When he turned around, he saw Qin Yan, who had also parked the car and was smiling slyly. Qin Yan shook his head and was speechless. It was as if he had bumped into something good.
"You little brat, you stood me up again for your brother."
"Shut up." Song Yu turned around and was about to leave. He had forgotten that Le Zhishi was next to him. He bumped into Le Zhishi, causing him to take half a step back. The bag of roasted chestnuts in his hand almost fell out, but he caught it tightly.
"It hurts." Le Zhishi covered his elbow with his hand. There were still bruises on it from the fight during the day.
Qin Yan stepped forward and held Le Zhishi's shoulder as if he had seen a treasure. "Aiyo, let me see our Le Zhishi's glorious battle record. It's amazing. I didn't believe it when they said it at first."
Le Zhishi looked up at him and said seriously, "It's not something to be proud of."
"Pfft." Qin Yan couldn't help but laugh. The more he laughed, the more excited he became. "Your brother is too open-minded. He even knows that fighting isn't a good thing."
Song Yu couldn't be bothered with him. He said to Le Zhishi, "Don't stay in the classroom by yourself after the evening self-study period. If you want to do homework and memorize vocabulary, come to the activity room on the fifth floor."
There was an activity room on every floor of the high school. It was specially prepared for students who wanted to memorize during self-study period.
"Really?" Le Zhishi was beside himself with joy. The corners of his mouth twitched. It hurt so much that he covered his mouth again. "Can I go?"
"Of course you can. Just say my name …" Qin Yan wanted to grab Le Zhishi, but Le Zhishi went back to Song Yu's side. "Eh?"
Song Yu glanced at him. "You can go in."
Le Zhishi nodded and obediently walked into the school gate. After a few steps, he remembered something and turned back. He stuffed the paper bag of fried chestnuts into Song Yu's hands. When he heard Song Yu say, "Wait for me after school." He nodded and said, "I can't finish eating." Then he left.
The bag was heavy. Song Yu opened it and saw that it was full of peeled chestnuts. They were golden, round, and still warm.
"Hey, it's so nice to have a brother …"
"Shut up."
Le Zhishi was in a good mood the whole afternoon, probably because he knew that he could go to the fifth floor after the evening self-study period. Although more than five people ran over to him and felt sorry for his face.
After the evening self-study period, he began to pack his bag. This was different from what Jiang Yufan had expected. Jiang Yufan quickly grabbed his bag and ran to Group 4. "You're not staying here to do homework tonight."
"Okay."
Jiang Yufan could hear a clear emotion from this sound. It was like the "Ang" that some people liked to use in online chatting. Le Zhishi's tone was like this, with a slight nasal sound.
"Then let's go back together. I'm hungry and want to eat hot dry noodles. I don't know if the stall is open today."
"But I want to go to the activity room on the fifth floor opposite." Le Zhishi had an apologetic expression on his face. "We can walk over together from the long corridor."
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