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Le Zhishi came to Song Yu's side without warning along with the heavy rain.
He remembered very clearly that he was the one who opened the door that night. The unexpected rain poured in on a summer night, wetting his hair. His father had a child in his arms, wrapped tightly in a jacket. After entering the door, he squatted down and hugged Song Yu.
Song Yu suspiciously reached out and lifted a little of the jacket. "Who is this?"
A pair of eyes peeked out from under the jacket, like glass beads.
"This is my little brother."
The six-year-old Song Yu had a little brother overnight. He was soft and beautiful, looking like a little angel in a fairy tale. His light brown hair was curly, 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 he inherited his grandfather's genes, so that Song Yu could be himself from a young age.
He was very smart, and his mind was 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 was silently observing.
It was strange. His eyelashes were too curly.
Why did this little thing have so much trouble talking? He looked so clumsy.
Was he this stupid when he 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 couldn't stop crying. He cried for his parents. No one could coax him.
"Don't cry." As soon as Song Yu approached, Le Zhishi stretched out his arms to hug him. However, Song Yu couldn't carry him, so he wrapped himself around Song Yu like a glutinous rice cake.
"Your crying is giving me a headache." Song Yu was in despair. 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 did not reply. He was only thinking about the meaning of this sentence in his heart. Soon, Song's dad gave him a more precise answer.
"His parents are gone. He doesn't have a home to go back to."
He understood what she meant by "not here".
Song Yu's frown deepened. He looked up at the stairs and then back at his father.
"Will he leave in the future?"
Song's dad shook his head. "This will be his home in the future."
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 child with much empathy.
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. When it rained, they had nowhere to go. They could only hide in the tunnel, shivering, 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. Only then did Le Zhishi slowly walk 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.
When he finally reached 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. But he didn't like to talk, so he could only cover his ears and pat his back gently.
The thunder didn't disappear easily. It always appeared after Le Zhishi recovered from the shock. Once it struck, all the coaxing would be in vain.
He decided to find a way to distract the poor little boy.
After thinking for a while, Song Yu took out a big box of madeleine cakes. It was chocolate. His father had brought it back from abroad for him. 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 a bite. Suddenly, he would tremble when there was thunder, and the cake would fall. He would be stunned for a second, pick it up, and continue 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. The sweet chocolate flowed out.
Le Zhishi reached out to him again and said softly that he wanted more. Song Yu had no choice but to give him the other half. "There's no more."
In the end, he ate the other half in the same way. The corner of his mouth was 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. There was a little burden, but also a little 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 got into 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 obediently say good night to him.
He seemed to have developed a nestling relationship with this boy who was three years older than him. When there was thunder, he would cover his ears and give him cake.
After Lin Rong left, Song Yu turned over and looked at Le Zhishi, who had his eyes closed. It might be good to have another little brother. Even if he was a little clingy and kept leaning against him, he didn't hate it. He could take him to Jiangtan Park to fly a kite, look at the reeds, and take him to the Mathematical Olympiad class, but 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. But when he realized that he would become an older brother, he had a naive sense of novelty for the first time.
But 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 tightly gripped his arm, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. Song Yu was scared. 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 containing wheat. A mild clinical reaction could be diarrhea and hives. If it's serious, it could lead to asthma, just like this time. How can you, as his parents, not pay attention to these things? "
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 or small. The child is only three years old. It's not a joke." The doctor continued to ask, "Did he eat something today that he shouldn't have?"
"I don't think so …" Lin Rong was also puzzled, but she couldn't think of any wheat products no matter how hard she tried.
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 that 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" honestly, even if it was really unintentional.
The doctor sighed. "This kind of 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 intentionally. "
This example didn't reduce little Song Yu's burden. 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 also cause harm.
He thought that 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 onwards, Song Yu still consciously distanced himself from his brother. It was too close. He couldn't tell the reason. Maybe it was the fear and self-blame that night that he couldn't calm down, or maybe it was because he understood what restraint was.
He understood it much earlier than many adults.
After growing up, Song Yu often felt that he was born to keep an estranged distance from the world. He held a few strings in his hand that connected him to the people he needed in his life. Everything was set in black, white, and gray.
Only Le Zhishi's unexpected visit was out of fate. It was a sudden rainstorm. Some people said that this was the unfinished brotherhood in his previous life, and they bumped into each other in this life. Therefore, there was a special string in his hand. It was a thin red string that looked like it would be blown away by the wind. In the end, it didn't belong to him, so not only did he hold it, he also tried to maintain it.
He just chose the stupidest, but safest way.
Jiang Yufan shook his head frantically and gestured to him. "I don't know either …"
Hu Xuan in the front seat turned around. She raised her hand and drew a cross on her chest with a mournful expression.
However, Song Yu seemed to be isolated from the world. He didn't react at all. He even drew half a mind map on the blackboard. Behind him, the students in the class held back their laughter and put on a wonderful pantomime. The only accompaniment was the sound of the self-heating rice. It was comparable to the increasingly passionate symphony in the Golden Hall.
Not only that, but the experience was in 4D. White steam floated out of Le Zhishi's drawer, and the aroma of shredded pork with garlic sauce.
He originally wanted to eat secretly, but now, the whole class, including Song Yu, knew that he was cooking.
Le Zhishi completely gave up. In his mind, he already imagined himself being chased out of the classroom and squatting in the corridor to eat sadly.
He felt that he was now a very experienced person. He could vividly and anonymously answer the question "What is the experience of social death" on Zhihu.
Finally, after ten long minutes, Song Yu turned around expressionlessly and put the half-used chalk on the table. "This is what I'm going to say next."
The sound of the self-heating rice started to sound like a deflated balloon. The sound became more and more listless. Le Zhishi's head was now hanging on the table.
"The first part is to find your weakest link. You all know the bucket effect." As Song Yu continued speaking, he left the podium as expected.
The students below the podium hurriedly put away their phones. The students in the front row turned to look at Le Zhishi with the mentality of watching a show.
The person who was rumored to have bullied his younger brother was now the class leader. Coincidentally, he caught his younger brother eating in class. It wouldn't be right if he didn't teach him a lesson.
"Systematically sorting out the wrong questions is an effective method. It's not scary to make mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. The scary thing is that many mistakes will be repeated and will eventually cause you to lose marks. So what you should do is to reduce the frequency of the same mistake. "
As he spoke, he had already walked to Le Zhishi's side. His slender hand seemed to be unintentionally supporting himself on the table.
He spoke steadily and logically, from sorting out the wrong questions to the techniques of multiple-choice math questions, such as the graph combination method, the substitution method, and so on. However, Le Zhishi was like an ostrich. Other than the sound of his own heartbeat, he couldn't hear anything else.
Song Yu seemed to be deliberately torturing him. He stood beside him and spoke without going anywhere.
"… This is the multiple-choice part. Now, use the question in front of you to practice the multiple-choice question technique I just talked about. You have ten minutes. " After he finished speaking, Song Yu finally lowered his head and looked at Le Zhishi who was playing dead. He bent his knuckles and gently knocked on the table.
Only then did Le Zhishi raise his head pitifully. With an expression that said, "I know I'm wrong." He obediently took out the self-heating rice box that he had hidden in the drawer.
Song Yu raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Does it smell good?"
When they heard this, the surrounding students couldn't help but laugh.
"It's okay," Le Zhishi answered very honestly. He then added in a low voice, "It smells good."
Jiang Yufan was a loyal person. When he saw that Song Yu was in a difficult position, he immediately helped him explain, "Senior, I bought this. I bought it wrong. It's my fault. I can write a self-reflection. "
When he saw that Jiang Yufan wanted to take responsibility, Le Zhishi immediately said, "No, I wanted to eat it."
Zhang Chen didn't mind the drama. "Senior, I can prove that Le Zhishi ate it. They had been secretly discussing it for a long time. They wanted to eat self-heating rice during the evening self-study session. "
Jiang Yufan was angry. "Do you have the right to say that? It's as if you've never eaten takeout during the evening self-study session. Besides, he didn't plan to eat it in the classroom. "
The two of them argued. Song Yu's eyes swept across the laughing students. Everyone seemed to be looking forward to his punishment. Finally, he spoke expressionlessly.
"I'll take this opportunity to explain the principle of self-heating rice to everyone."
Zhang Chen's face was filled with disbelief. This was completely different from the way he had imagined he would be punished.
Ignoring the whispers of the surrounding students, Song Yu picked up the lunch box on the table. "Look here."
"At the bottom of the self-heating rice box is a heating pack. It contains quicklime, sodium carbonate, aluminum-magnesium mixture, and other chemicals. Quicklime, which is calcium oxide, reacts with water to form calcium hydroxide. At the same time, it releases a lot of heat. Sodium carbonate often plays an auxiliary role in the heating pack. Aluminum-Magnesium powder can also release heat through oxidation. So when we inject water, the heating pack will take effect and automatically heat the food. "
He lowered his head and met Le Zhishi's surprised eyes. He continued, "However, this kind of self-heating fast food has the possibility of explosion. The freshness of the food is also not enough. I don't recommend that you eat it often."
After that, Song Yu put down the lunch box and pointed to the blackboard. "I've written down the relevant reaction equations on the bottom right corner of the blackboard. Students who are interested can take a look."
Le Zhishi looked at the equations on the blackboard. It turned out that he already knew what was going on at that time and calmly wrote it down.
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