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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 surprised to see Song Yu. This was also a student he had taught before. Back then, he felt that this kid 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. 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 knew him more or less knew that he was allergic, but it was usually just a rash. It was never this serious.
The cold aerosol flowed into Le Zhishi's windpipe. A few minutes later, his undulating chest recovered little by little. His breathing was no longer so rapid and weak.
"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, Le Zhishi couldn't think of anything except that it must have been Song Yu who had saved him. The first thing he wanted to do after he recovered was to confirm it. Therefore, he weakly looked up and only felt relieved when he saw Song Yu's face.
"Brother …" His voice was weak, and his fingers clutched Song Yu's arm weakly. The illness swept through him like a gust of wind. His remaining willpower made him completely forget his promise and disguise.
The sharp-eared Jiang Yufan didn't think and repeated, "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 a kindergarten class. There were no familiar children, and there was a language barrier. Most importantly, he looked different from everyone else. He was often surrounded by people 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.
Although he was surrounded by people in primary school, at least Song Yu was there. When he was unhappy, he would go 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 again and continued to rest.
His steady breathing made him feel at ease.
From a young age, 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 pulled the bed curtain open a small gap. 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 pulled the curtain open. "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 very much. 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 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. "
"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 didn't they just be straightforward? I mean, adoption … "He said the word very softly.
Le Zhishi didn't seem to mind. "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 in a semi-conscious state. He even muttered as he buttoned up, "What happened …"
"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 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 schoolbag, 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 for dinner."
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.
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