Little Cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. It's only a few times a year, but something happened on the first day of school. Hearing Auntie Rong calling him from downstairs, Le Zhishi hurriedly responded a few times. The cat stepped over his stomach again and lightly jumped off the bed. He also quickly washed up and changed his clothes, grabbed his schoolbag and ran out.
"The alarm didn't ring?" Lin Rong calmly poured out a glass of milk, "Eat breakfast. Yesterday's braised beef was mixed with rice noodles. It's delicious."
Le Zhishi had already run to the entrance. He didn't have time to eat breakfast.
"I forgot to set a new alarm because I didn't have morning self-study before the opening ceremony. Aunt Rong, where's brother Song Yu? "
The little Pomeranian at home pattered behind him and sat on the ground obediently to watch him change his shoes.
"Your brother left early. Isn't today the opening ceremony? He said he was on duty today. Do third-year high school students have to be on duty?" Lin Rong put down the glass, wiped the water off her hands, and turned around, "The opening ceremony of the junior high school department should be held with the senior high school department …"
When she turned around, Le Zhishi had already opened the door. The Pomeranian crazily scratched his leg and wouldn't let him go.
Lin Rong anxiously shouted, "Le! You can't not eat breakfast! "
Le Zhishi squatted down, rubbed the dog's head, kissed it, and left in a hurry, "I'm going to buy rice noodles. Bye, Aunt Rong ~"
"Don't eat anything!"
Out of the house, Le Zhishi rode his bike straight to the breakfast stall outside the community. The granny who had been selling rice noodles before didn't open the stall today. Le Zhishi heard her say before that her waist hurt. He estimated that she would have to rest for a few days. Next time he saw her, he must buy more rice noodles. The soup noodle shop next door was fragrant. From afar, he could smell the fragrance of stewed beef offal.
"Le, is it too early? Come and eat the noodles. " The owner of the beef noodle shop pulled out a ladle with rice noodles from the big soup pot. The hot soup under the ladle was like white satin, rising and falling.
"I'm going to be late, Uncle Chen. Let's eat tomorrow!" Le Zhishi stopped the car and ran into the convenience store. He didn't have time to make a choice. He took a bag of cornbread, paid for it, and left. This was one of the few snacks that Le Zhishi could buy in the convenience store.
It rained all night last night. The rain in this city was never gentle. It was always accompanied by lightning and thunder, which made him unable to sleep for the entire night. She remembered the first night she had arrived at Song Yu's house. It had also been a rainstorm like this, with lightning tearing through the night sky. When he heard the thunder, he was so scared that he cried. He ran straight to Song Yu's room and climbed onto his bed.
From then on, he instinctively began to rely on this brother who was not related to him by blood.
Le Zhishi's father, Yue Yi, and Song Yu's father, Song Jin, were close friends who had grown up together.
The old man in the Yue family died young. Before they moved to England, Yue Yi was almost a non-staff member of the Song family. They ate and lived together. Yue Yi liked extreme sports. Once, he met the English girl, Olivia, while rock climbing. The two of them fell in love and gave birth to the cute Le Zhishi. But their happy time was too short. Eleven years ago, the couple was skiing in the Alps. They were accidentally caught in an avalanche and both died.
Le Zhishi lost his parents overnight. Even Song Jin, who flew to England to pick him up, didn't know how to explain all this to a three-year-old child.
At that time, Le Zhishi grabbed Song Jin's sleeve and only knew how to sweetly call him uncle. He didn't know what death was and what foster care was. He was brought back to the Song family, and from then on, he took root in Jiangcheng.
The red light at the intersection forced Le Zhishi to stop the bike. He woke up too abruptly in the morning and was still a little dazed. He stared at the light on the red light and his thoughts jumped and scattered. Last night's dream was only a broken silhouette in his mind. It was as if he had turned into a small ball and was running around behind Song Yu. He couldn't even speak Chinese well and only knew how to pester people.
Lin Rong always teased Le Zhishi with a jealous tone, saying that the first Chinese word he learned was "brother".
However, Song Yu was a man of few words and was neither cold nor warm to anyone. Fortunately, although he didn't pay much attention to Le Zhishi, he wouldn't chase him away and let him pester him. But when they grew up and started primary school, Le Zhishi's mixed-race appearance became more and more eye-catching.
Song Yu was already outstanding, and with a foreign child as a burden, he had to deal with gossip about his family almost every day. After a long time, Song Yu really lost his patience. Later on, he moved to a new house and left the school district and primary school classmates. After entering junior high school, he set three major rules:
You're not allowed to call me brother outside.
You're not allowed to go to school or go home together.
You're not allowed to let others know that you're staying at my house.
At first, Le Zhishi couldn't accept it at all. Being separated from Song Yu when he entered junior high school was a big enough blow to him, not to mention not being able to call him brother. However, he had always been a child who followed Song Yu's lead, and abiding by the rules came first. After all, compared to being ignored, Le Zhishi could still accept keeping a distance.
In Le Zhishi's heart, Song Yu was like a benchmark that always stood in front of him, and he had been chasing after him since he was a toddler. When Song Yu was six years old and he was three years old, he stumbled out of the house with his brother to see ants moving. Song Yu was ten years old and he was seven years old. It was the first time he went to primary school with his brother, and he was so happy that he sang on the bus that his mouth was covered. Song Yu was fifteen years old and he was twelve years old. Under the hot sun, he held a small electric fan, and the grandfather who sold ice cream gave him a bench so that he could sit and wait for his brother to come out of the examination room. He still remembered that he ate three popsicles that day, and Song Yu didn't notice. They gave up taking the school bus for him and took a taxi to eat crayfish.
The crayfish that day were especially big, and he ate twenty-three of them. Fifteen of them were peeled for him by Song Yu because he was too slow. He remembered retorting, "Although I don't know how to peel crayfish, I'm good at hiding, right? Your classmates didn't see me."
Song Yu didn't think so. "But I saw you at a glance, so you didn't hide well."
Le Zhishi always insisted that he was good at hiding, including his relationship with Song Yu. Later, he had to admit that Song Yu was right.
"The light is green, let's go."
The sound of the road interrupted his thoughts. Looking at the time, Le Zhishi stepped on the pedals and sped up. His thin body arched as he pedaled hard. The early September wind was still warm, drying his body and making his summer school shirt puff up. Le Zhishi's slightly curly brown hair glowed golden under the sun, fluffy and soft.
He sped all the way to school. Just as he parked his bike, he saw a large group of people patrolling the gate. He vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.
"Le!" Someone suddenly patted his shoulder. Le Zhishi was startled and turned around. It was his close friend and deskmate, Jiang Yufan.
Le Zhishi's surname was special. Many people would pronounce it as Le, which meant happy, at first glance, rather than Le, which meant music. The frequency of making mistakes had given him a nickname — Le. Not only his family, but his close friends and classmates also called him that.
After succeeding, Jiang Yufan had a smug look on his face. He touched his small crew cut that his mother had forced him to clean. "Why did you come to school on time today?"
"I slept." Le Zhishi pulled Jiang Yufan and rushed to the school gate. "There are so many people at the gate."
Jiang Yufan was calm. "The more you don't attend morning self-study, the more people are late." He saw the student on duty wearing an armband from afar. He checked his school uniform and glanced at Le Zhishi.
"Hey, wait." Jiang Yufan grabbed him. "Le, where's your nameplate?"
Le Zhishi, who was walking quickly, suddenly woke up. He touched his chest. Sure enough, it was empty.
"Oh no. Aunt Rong always takes off my nameplate when she washes my clothes. I left in a hurry today and forgot about it. "
"What should we do?" Jiang Yufan tiptoed and looked at the gate. "Damn, Compass is also here."
Compass was the nickname of the Dean of Junior High School. Because he was tall, thin, and meticulous, everyone called him that.
Le Zhishi was even more anxious. Compass was famous for being very serious. He even had to report when a girl changed her school uniform. Today was the opening ceremony. Maybe he would be on the list later.
He pulled his bag and tried to cover it. "Jiang Yufan, help me cover it."
"Okay, maybe we can fool them."
Jiang Yufan covered half of his body. The two of them quickly walked to the gate like conjoined twins. They tried to sneak past a group of students who were being checked.
Compass's voice was very sharp. "You over there, take out your uniform collar. There will be a video of the opening ceremony later. It will be uploaded to the school's official website. Your image is the image of our Peiya. Do you understand? "
Le Zhishi clutched his bag tightly. He stuck close to Jiang Yufan and moved forward with his head lowered.
"What's wrong with your pants?"
"Teacher, my school pants are not dry. I'm wearing a similar pair …"
"Two pairs of school pants are not enough for you to change into?!"
Le Zhishi lowered his head even more. He had already prepared an apology.
"Stop."
He was scared like a rabbit. He stopped in his tracks but still did not dare to raise his head.
It's not me. It's definitely not me.
"I'm talking about you."
Compass walked closer. The student on duty was standing next to him. "Girl with short hair, where's your nameplate? Which class are you from? "
Le Zhishi had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Compass say, "I've said it countless times. You have to wear a student's nameplate when you come to school. Is it that hard to do? Who else isn't wearing one? "
Me too.
Le Zhishi's body stiffened. It was as if a strange hand had suddenly appeared and pulled him out of the crowd. He slipped in front of Compass and pointed at the piece of cloth without a nameplate on his chest.
At the moment when his nerves were at their most tense, his arm was actually grabbed. Le Zhishi's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously apologized, "I'm sorry …"
But in the next second, the hand followed the line of his arm and grabbed his hand. Then, the hand separated his fingers in the crowd. A piece of metal with a warm body temperature was stuffed into it.
It sounded mysterious, but Le Zhishi recognized who it was just by looking at the hand. He looked up and saw a cold and familiar face.
The person was wearing a high school uniform and had a red armband on his arm. Under the direct sunlight, his brows were slightly furrowed.
It was none other than his "brother" who lived under the same roof as him.
Le Zhishi's eyes widened slightly. His light-colored pupils were as clear as amber under the sunlight. When he saw Song Yu, a layer of electricity ran through his body. He instinctively wanted to say something, but in the next second, he instinctively swallowed the word "brother" that was at the tip of his tongue.
When their eyes met, Song Yu let go of his hand and looked away. His gaze was indifferent. It was as if the relationship between them was really just a senior on duty and a junior who violated the rules. He glanced at his watch and took out a pen from his pocket. He was going to write down the latecomer's name.
The people around them were still focused on Compass and the girl who was being scolded. No one noticed this secret exchange. Le Zhishi lowered his head and looked at the nameplate in his hand. It was engraved with the words [Peiya Junior School Le Zhishi]. Before Compass noticed, Le Zhishi quickly pinned the nameplate on the front of his shirt.
As soon as he put down his hand, he saw a pair of shrewd eyes glance at him. Le Zhishi looked up and smiled at Compass. He was born with an innocent face and a pair of pure-hearted dog eyes. Although his appearance did not make him attractive, his beautiful face made it hard for people to be harsh on him.
"You were almost late." Even so, Compass still let him go. "Go in."
"Okay." Le Zhishi nodded obediently. "Thank you, sir."
The school clock tower chimed just then. He could not help but turn around. Song Yu was as tall as a redwood in the crowd. He looked like the kind of person who would shine when he appeared in a comic.
There was not much time left. The whole class had to gather in the classroom before the opening ceremony. Le Zhishi did not want to be late. He ran towards the classroom with all his might. However, Jiang Yufan felt that something was wrong. "No, Le Zhishi, stop! I saw everything! "
"I'm going to be late. I'm going to be late." Le Zhishi ran forward, his heart beating fast.
Jiang Yufan was out of breath. "Don't … don't interrupt. Tell me the truth. How did your nameplate end up in Song Yu's hands?"
Song Yu took off his school jacket and asked Le Zhishi to sit on the sofa. He asked him what he wanted to eat. Le Zhishi had just picked up the dog. When he heard this, he was stunned. He put the dog down and followed Song Yu into the kitchen. "Brother Song Yu, do you cook?"
Song Yu took the apron from the wall and put it on. "Is it strange?"
Le Zhishi shook his head and sat next to Nakajima. The little Pomeranian climbed up and snuggled into his arms.
"I haven't eaten your cooking in a long time."
In the past, Song Jin's business was busier than it was now. At that time, Lin Rong also had to help manage the company and was often not at home. At that time, they were both very young and had hired a nanny. However, the nanny was careless when cooking, and Le Zhishi was hospitalized due to an allergic reaction. Since then, the family did not dare to hire a nanny again. When Lin Rong could not take care of it, Song Yu would do it. Under the influence of what he saw and heard, he was also good at it.
Two children, a small dining table, and a few home-cooked dishes. These were memories that Le Zhishi could see when he closed his eyes.
"I want to eat Maocai." The little Pomeranian's head was lying on Nakajima. Le Zhishi touched his furry head. "And cake."
Song Yu opened the refrigerator door and turned around. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the corner of his mouth.
Le Zhishi then remembered. He touched the corner of his mouth. It did hurt a little. "But I want to eat."
Song Yu did not say anything, but he had already started to take the ingredients. Le Zhishi did not want him to work alone, so he went over to help. He did not know how to cook, so he could only wash the vegetables. The abrasions on his fist hurt a little when they touched the water. Le Zhishi did not make a sound, but he paused for a moment. The water from the faucet suddenly stopped.
"You can't wash it clean." Song Yu pulled a kitchen towel and handed it to him.
Le Zhishi wiped the water on his hands. "Then …"
"Stand here." He lowered his head and focused on cutting the vegetables. "Just watch."
The little Pomeranian ran over and scratched Song Yu's leg. Le Zhishi bent down and picked him up. He held his little paws. "Don't get in the way of your brother."
Song Yu cut a piece of butter that Lin Rong had fried and frozen. As soon as he put it in the pot, the whole kitchen seemed to come alive. Ginger and garlic sizzled into the melted red oil. The aroma overflowed. He poured boiling water into the pot while it was still hot. The red soup was boiling in the pot.
He added some seasonings. Song Yu tasted it and tasted it. Then, he added various ingredients that had been cut.
While the vegetables were cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks and mixed them with gluten-free flour. Then, he handed the egg whites and the eggbeater to Le Zhishi and gave him a meaningful look.
Whipping the egg whites was Le Zhishi's favorite work. It would make him feel better quickly. Because it was a wonderful experience to watch the egg whites gradually turn from liquid to fluffy and finally like clouds.
"It's done." Le Zhishi picked up the eggbeater and pulled out a small sharp hook from the whipped "clouds." This was a sign of success. He was quite satisfied. "Perfect."
After scooping out the maocai, Song Yu began to make the muffins. "There's not enough time for cake. Hurry up with this."
"Pancake is also cake." Le Zhishi nodded to himself.
After working for half a day, two bowls of rice, a small pot of hot maocai, and a blueberry muffin were placed on the island in the kitchen. It was a combination of Chinese and Western food. The beef slices were cooked until they could be unfolded. The thin slices were wrapped in shiny red oil. They had awakened his appetite before entering his mouth. Song Yu took out a small glass jar, poured golden osmanthus syrup on the muffin, and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.
Le Zhishi picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and carefully put it into his mouth. When he chewed, he was also very careful. It looked a little funny.
The maocai was extremely delicious. It was numb and spicy. He ate until his back was covered in sweat. Taking advantage of the stimulation in his mouth, he stuffed a muffin wrapped in syrup into his mouth. It was soft and fluffy, like a cake that had been squeezed into thick slices. It tasted delicious.
The uncomfortable mood that had been in him since early morning was released in the red oil and honey.
There was nothing that a good meal couldn't solve.
Song Yu ate in silence. Halfway through, he suddenly left the table. When he came back, he was holding a gauze bag filled with ice. "Take this and apply it to your eyes."
As expected, he still mentioned it. Le Zhishi took the ice bag and thanked him in a muffled voice. He put his elbows on the table and applied it to his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but look up. "Is it ugly?"
Song Yu ate seriously. "You know it too."
He didn't care about his disfigurement in front of others, but Le Zhishi was very afraid that Song Yu would see his swollen eyes. He didn't even know why he would despise him for him. Le Zhishi sighed. He was very regretful. "I should have dodged that punch."
Song Yu put down the bowl. "Le Zhishi, shouldn't you regret hitting someone today?"
"I don't regret it." Le Zhishi looked up. "I didn't do anything wrong."
Song Yu was a little dazed by his reaction. It was as if he saw himself as a child. He was also so stubborn, refusing to admit his mistakes even when his head was bleeding.
However, Le Zhishi didn't want Song Yu to misunderstand. He changed his attitude in front of the homeroom teacher and took the initiative to explain. "Brother, I didn't mean to fight and cause trouble. Actually, I didn't want to hit him in the beginning. This matter …"
Before he could finish, Song Yu interrupted him. "I know."
"The person you hit," he looked into Le Zhishi's eyes as if he already knew the answer. "What did he say?"
Le Zhishi suddenly paused. He tightened his grip on the ice bag and lowered his head. He looked like a wilted plant in the sun.
"He said … my mother is dead. That's why he asked me to come out and meddle in other people's business."
When Wang Qian asked him, he didn't want to say. When Jiang Yufan asked, he didn't want to say either. Even if he really called Lin Rong or Song Jin on the spot, Le Zhishi could still bite the bullet and not say a word. But for some reason, when Song Yu asked, he said it.
It seemed that he could only show weakness in front of Song Yu.
"I couldn't hold back at that time. That's why I hit him."
Song Yu actually guessed it. The class representative came downstairs with homework and happened to see Le Zhishi being scolded in the office. The news spread in the class. At first, Song Yu didn't believe it. He knew better than anyone that Le Zhishi didn't like to be in the limelight. Even if he really helped a classmate, he wouldn't hit him.
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