Little cutie, you haven't subscribed enough to this article yet. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. Upon hearing this, Le Zhishi suddenly felt a lump in his throat, as if someone had pinched him. The tears that he had been holding back for a long time couldn't help but flow out.
First, he stubbornly wiped away his tears with one hand, then the other. In the end, he couldn't wipe them clean with both hands. More and more tears flowed out. He simply 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 really 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, as if his patience had run out, he turned around and took off Le Zhishi's blindfold. 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're the one who 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 away his snot. He sobbed and hiccuped as he asked intermittently, "Won't the 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 a little unfamiliar to the two teenagers, but when they were young, they often hugged each other like this. 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 well-behaved. Just like how adults described him, he was like a doll.
After growing 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 to their heart's content, as if their troubles were not worthy of being called troubles, not worth mentioning, insignificant, as if saying them out loud was a forced expression of worry. Only in front of Song Yu could Le Zhishi unleash his power without any burden.
Le Zhishi's crying became softer as he sniffed. Song Yu knew that he was about to speak, so he paid attention. Unexpectedly, he touched Song Yu's arm, pulled his hand to his back, and made a small request with a nasal voice. "Can you pat my back?"
Song Yu didn't refuse. He raised his hand and patted it lightly. Le Zhishi looked up at him. "I'm not talking about a quantitative unit."
"Okay." Song Yu responded. He clapped his hands lightly 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. What he said is also the truth. Maybe he himself can't figure out why he was hit by me." At this point, Le Zhishi actually laughed through his tears. "But bullies deserve to be hit. 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, 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?"
"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 were not many guests, and he was one of the flower boys. At that time, he probably couldn't remember anything, but he unexpectedly had a deep impression of it.
That was his initial feeling of a beautiful marriage.
It was just that most beautiful things were fragile.
"They are very good people." Song Yu patted Le Zhishi's thin back. "Your mother is very beautiful, and the macaroni she makes is very delicious. Her voice is very gentle, and she speaks a little Chinese. Your father is very funny, and the birthday present he gave me is the most special I've ever received. "
Le Zhishi rubbed against his shoulder. His voice was a little muffled, and he felt that 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 draw it for me." Le Zhishi hugged him tighter.
He probably planned to draw it for him after unlocking a new achievement. Song Yu thought that it might be after reaching the peak. But he couldn't say it out loud. After a while, Le Zhishi gradually fell asleep. Song Yu tried to let go of his embrace, but Le Zhishi seemed to be able to sense something. If he retreated a little, he would be able to rub into his embrace.
He was already so old, and 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.
There were two knocks on 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 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. "Oh my, let me see our Le Zhishi's glorious battle record. It's so amazing. I didn't believe them 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 alone after the evening self-study period. If you want to do homework and memorize vocabulary, come to our 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 so pleased with himself that 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 hold Le Zhishi, but Le Zhishi came out and went back to Song Yu's side, causing him to make a feint. "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 tell that Le Zhishi's tone was quite obvious. It was like the "Ang" that some people liked to use in online chats. Now, Le Zhishi's tone was high and nasal.
"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."
So that's what it is.
Le Zhishi climbed up to the fifth floor. The activity room was next to Song Yu's classroom. Coincidentally, it was the break time for the third year students. There were many people standing in the corridor. Le Zhishi's junior high school uniform was particularly eye-catching.
"Hey, isn't this Song Yu's …"
After being recognized, Le Zhishi suddenly remembered that he had a black eye. He lowered his head and walked quickly into the activity room. He did not even look inside Song Yu's classroom.
The activity room was not big. There were eight desks, two small sofas, and a whiteboard. To Le Zhishi's surprise, there was a girl wearing the same junior high school uniform as him. She looked familiar. She seemed to be in the third year of junior high. Le Zhishi had just picked a seat by the window when he saw Qin Yan walk in with a bunch of snacks in his hands. He placed them on the table. "Le Zhishi, eat some if you're hungry."
"Thank you, Qin Yan gege."
Before he could say anything, the bell rang. Qin Yan quickly returned to the classroom. Le Zhishi looked at the snacks on the table and saw the box of cheese yogurt again. He did not eat the rest. He only poked the yogurt open and took a big sip.
"Classmate."
Hearing someone speak, Le Zhishi looked up. It was the junior high school girl he had noticed earlier. Le Zhishi raised his eyebrows. "What's up?"
"You're Le Zhishi, right?" The girl ran over with her vocabulary book. She seemed to be very friendly. "You stood up for Cheng Mingming in our class this morning. You were so cool."
Le Zhishi was a little embarrassed. He leaned back in his chair. "Actually, it's not that …"
"Don't be humble. You're famous now. Many girls in our class are praising you."
Seeing that she was going to continue talking, Le Zhishi tried to change the topic. "Why are you here? Aren't you going home? "
The girl laughed. "Me? I'm studying here. I'm waiting for my boyfriend to finish his class."
B-Boyfriend?
Looking at Le Zhishi's wide eyes, the girl asked again, "What about you?"
He actually said what he said to Cotton Candy last night.
Le Zhishi had mixed feelings. Was she mocking him? She must be mocking him.
However, Song Yu was right. He was indeed a troublemaker.
Thinking of this, Le Zhishi's expression became a little depressed. When Song Yu reached out with the alcohol swab, he shrank back and apologized in a low voice. "I'm sorry."
Song Yu did not respond to his apology. Instead, he reached out his other hand and held his chin. "Don't move."
As soon as he said that, Le Zhishi really did not move. However, his mind started to wander. He remembered that in school, Song Yu had never taken the initiative to approach him, whether it was when he won a speech competition or when he was knocked down while playing basketball. They were very serious about playing the role of strangers.
So now, Le Zhishi was even a little grateful for the sudden asthma attack on the first day of school. It forced them to reveal their complicated relationship and walk together in an open and aboveboard manner.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Song Yu said casually, "Is it good?"
Le Zhishi pulled himself out of his thoughts. After hearing this, he was very sure that Song Yu was mocking him.
"I accidentally inhaled it." He frowned.
This scene reminded Song Yu of when they went to the dentist together when they were young. Le Zhishi ate candy until his mouth was full of tooth worms. Lin Rong took them to the dentist's office. As soon as he heard the sound of the electric drill, Le Zhishi opened his mouth and cried. He grabbed his hand and refused to let go.
Song Yu continued to wipe and said calmly, "What's the smell?"
"Cantaloupe." Le Zhishi described it truthfully. "At first, it was sweet, but then it became a little disgusting, like fever syrup."
He could describe it in such detail.
After that, Le Zhishi spat out a little and wrapped it in paper. "Could it be that the person who made the refill guessed that someone would inhale it, so he deliberately made it sweet?"
Song Yu glanced at him. "If you knew that the refill was sweet earlier, you wouldn't have to go to the dentist. Eating it like candy wouldn't cause tooth decay.
He was being teased again, but Le Zhishi got the main point completely wrong. "Did I go to the dentist when I was young?"
It was unbelievable. How could he forget when he was crying like that? Shouldn't he remember it for the rest of his life?
"Your childhood memories are really blurry," Song Yu said.
Le Zhishi didn't comment. He held his wrist and said in a muffled voice with saliva, "So what? Don't you remember everything?"
"Anyway, my childhood was yours."
Song Yu was slightly stunned.
Le Zhishi didn't feel that he had said anything important. His legs were still moving, and he couldn't stay still. Song Yu returned to silence. He pressed his hand on his swaying knee and carefully wiped the ink between his teeth with a wet cotton swab.
With his knee pressed, Le Zhishi looked down and saw that his wrist was empty. There was no watch on it.
"Aren't you wearing a watch?"
Song Yu didn't answer immediately. Le Zhishi said again, "Why not?"
This self-righteous manner of asking questions reminded Song Yu of the first time Le Zhishi gave him this watch. When he was rejected, Le Zhishi also asked him with such a direct expression.
"Why not?"
"Brother Yu, don't you like it?"
Le Zhishi was even more naive when he was young. He held the gift box of the watch and looked at it with satisfaction. He looked up and asked, "Doesn't it look good? I asked the lady at the counter to pick it out with me. She promised me that you would like it. "
Song Yu didn't dislike it, but he knew that this reward was very generous for a primary school student. He could use it to buy a lot of things. There was no need to spend it on a watch that was given to someone else. At the same time, he also knew that it was useless to tell Le Zhishi this. He was a stupid and stubborn child.
Therefore, he decided to communicate with the receptionist directly.
"Hello, I want to return this watch. I haven't used it before. The packaging and receipt are all here. According to the mall's regulations, I should be able to return it."
A cute mixed-race child buying a watch alone had already left a deep impression on the receptionist. Now, his older brother was handling the return with a mature attitude that surpassed his peers. It was hard not to feel strange.
"Yes." The receptionist maintained her smile, "Please show me …"
Le Zhishi, who was in front of the counter, shouted "No!" and then sat on the ground. He hugged Song Yu's leg tightly and cried as he begged him. At first, Song Yu was still impartial. He took out the receipt and handed it to the receptionist. But Le Zhishi was crying so hard that even the receptionist couldn't help but persuade him, "Why don't you talk to your brother first?"
Song Yu thought for a while. In the end, he squatted down and took out a pack of tissues from his bag and gave it to him, "Why are you crying?"
"You, you don't want my gift." Le Zhishi sobbed. The more he spoke, the more wronged he felt, "I didn't even finish saying happy birthday, you, you …"
Seeing that he was about to cry again, Song Yu immediately said, "It's not that I don't want your gift."
Le Zhishi choked. He listened to him with tears in his big eyes.
"It's because this gift is too expensive. This kind of spending is irrational."
Maybe one day, when he looked back, he would regret the first big expense of his life.
The tears that he held back still fell. Le Zhishi wiped them with the back of his hand, "But I looked at it for a long time. It's not that I don't know anything. You all think that I don't know anything. "
Hearing this, the receptionist standing at the side couldn't help but say, "Indeed, when the little brother came on the first day, I also thought that he was playing around. But he came three times in a row. He chose for a long time and only paid on the last day."
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