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"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, the homeroom teacher, 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 quite 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 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 raised his head 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, breathe the medicine."
At this time, Le Zhishi's head was covered in cold sweat and his lips were slightly purple. He instinctively grabbed Song Yu's arm and used all his strength to breathe the aerosol into his lungs.
He hadn't had asthma for a long time. The feeling of uncontrollable tears and breathing hit him like waves. Everything was blank, but he could hear Song Yu's voice, which gave him an invisible comfort.
"Breathe again."
They had been in the same class for two years, but this was the first time the surrounding students had seen such an emergency situation. 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 was never 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 opened the 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 to check his neck for the rash.
Although his symptoms were alleviated, Le Zhishi's consciousness was still lagging. Every time his asthma flared up, he would develop a strong sense of dependence, like a fledgling whose life had been 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 he recovered, Le Zhishi wanted to confirm it, so he looked up weakly and was only relieved when he saw Song Yu's face.
"Brother …" His voice was weak, and his fingers weakly clung to Song Yu's arm. The illness swept through him like a gust of wind. His remaining willpower made him completely forget the promise and disguise.
Jiang Yufan, who had sharp ears, repeated without thinking, "Brother … brother?!"
This word was 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 talked about or surrounded.
Le Zhishi and Song Yu were both typical representatives, but no one thought that these two people who usually had nothing to do with each other would cross paths and be so close.
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 kindergarten. There were no familiar children, and there was a language barrier. Most importantly, he looked different from everyone else. 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 would cry at the entrance of kindergarten and be 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 that hadn't been weaned off milk.
As his peers gradually became more sensible, fewer people ostracized him, and everyone gradually got used to it. Later, the taste of children who grew up 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. But 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 a white beach. 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'm not sleeping." Le Zhishi sat up from the bed and opened the curtain. "It's over? That was fast. "
"Yeah." Jiang Yufan took his bag and handed him a carton of milk. "You're not allergic to this, are you? I see you usually drink it." Seeing him shake his head, Jiang Yufan was relieved. "The teacher said that you don't have to report back. 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 to him for a while. He probably wanted to understand the situation." Speaking of this, Jiang Yufan regained his confidence. "I knew there couldn't be such a coincidence. He just happened to pick up your 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?" He then 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 Gege in front of everyone. Le Zhishi beat his chest and stamped his feet in regret.
"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. "
"Not really. Listen to me." Le Zhishi zipped up his bag and briefly explained his foster care situation to him.
Although he played it down, no matter how silly Jiang Yufan was, he was still a little 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 that it was 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 didn't they just be straightforward? I mean, adoption … "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, and 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 him on the 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 found 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. Looking down, 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 enveloped and trapped by the dark clouds.
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 finished."
"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 couldn't imagine. "You were scary enough today. Fortunately, your brother was here. I just searched on Baidu and was scared to death. It turns out that asthma can kill people if they don't have medicine with them."
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 prepared to go downstairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as they went out, 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 said in a low voice.
"Are, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm better now." Le Zhishi said thank you.
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 took a closer look.
It really was him!
Song Yu pushed his trolley and walked over. He stopped under a camphor tree and looked down at his watch. He looked up again and happened to meet Jiang Yufan's eyes.
His aura was so strong that even 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.
His face was filled with hostility that had never been seen before.
"All of you, follow me to the office. What are the rest of you looking at? Didn't you hear the bell? Go back to your morning self-study session! "
Jiang Yufan couldn't understand why Le Zhishi would fight with someone. This was not his style at all. He would believe it if someone said that he was possessed by a ghost. Not only him, but the whole class was confused when they heard about this.
"Who fought? Le Zhishi? You must be kidding … "
"No way. Le Zhishi wasn't even late, let alone fighting. Oh, except for the first day of school."
"I heard that he was standing up for the student from the next class who skipped a grade. I don't see them interact much. Was it worth fighting with someone like Wang Jie for him?"
"It was one against four."
"Damn, Le is awesome."
Some people leaned against the window of Group 4 and looked at the high school building opposite. The administrative offices of the head teacher and the head teacher were on the second and third floors of the building opposite.
"I can't see anything …"
"He's probably still lecturing? Maybe he'll come out and write a self-reflection in the corridor later. "
Jiang Yufan was very anxious and uneasy. He heard the girl in front of him talk about the other person involved.
"Cheng Mingming. He has had a feud with Wang Jie for a long time. They were elementary school classmates. The last time I ate in the cafeteria, I heard him say that Wang Jie's family was very poor and that he stole his money. "
"Really? Then this … "
"Anyway, Wang Jie is not to be trifled with. He said that Cheng Mingming's parents don't care. I feel that Le has been tricked this time. He got involved in this kind of thing. Maybe when the time comes, both sides will go back on their words and Le will be in the wrong. "
Hearing that his parents don't care, Jiang Yufan felt something. He was worried that Le Zhishi would be at a disadvantage. He stood up and said that he had a stomachache to go to the toilet. In fact, he ran to the opposite school building.
In the office, the bullied Cheng Mingming stuttered. The head teacher couldn't get an answer from him.
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