Little Cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article ~ You can read the latest content if you make up for it. Qin Yan, you call me Brother Qin Yan so sweetly and obediently.
Song Yu stopped in his tracks and Le Zhishi bumped into his back.
Did he know or not? He couldn't figure it out.
"And then?" Song Yu didn't turn his head and spoke quickly. He didn't seem to be in a good mood.
"Huh? Nothing … nothing. " Seeing Song Yu walk forward again, Le Zhishi chased after him. "Can I go home with you tonight?"
Song Yu didn't answer directly and only spoke when he entered the classroom.
"Go back by yourself."
Le Zhishi pursed his lips in disappointment and followed him in.
In the exercise class, everyone was doing their own homework. Song Yu sat at the podium with his head down and did the competition questions.
At first, only one or two people dared to go up and ask questions, but later everyone realized that Song Yu was really good. He could answer a question concisely and comprehensively with just a few glances. They could quickly follow his train of thought. So more and more people went up, and of course, there was no lack of girls with ulterior motives.
"Why don't you go up?" Jiang Yufan nudged Le Zhishi with her elbow. "It's almost time to call out the number."
Le Zhishi didn't even look up and focused on his physics paper. "I can ask any time. I won't fight with everyone else."
"That's true." Jiang Yufan pondered over his words and actually tasted a little of the generosity of the empress.
Le Zhishi really did what he said. He didn't have any intention of going up to the podium for the entire class. After finishing physics, he started to do the English cloze test. He was very serious and his head was so low that it almost touched the table.
Song Yu finished explaining a question and handed the book out. Another student came up to the stage. He raised his head and glanced down. His gaze fell back on this student. He saw that he was wearing a pair of glasses and looked very shy.
"The lenses are so thick." Song Yu's tone was casual. He lowered his head and looked at the question he handed over. "How much is it?"
The male student who was "cared for" was a little flattered. He pushed up his glasses cautiously. "Uh … it's 600 degrees."
Song Yu had already finished drawing the auxiliary lines and wrote down the main formula on the draft paper, but he did not intend to talk about it.
"Pay attention to your sitting posture." He returned the exercise to the boy.
Glancing at him again, Le Zhishi, who had been drooping his head just a moment ago, was now sitting upright. His back was straighter than a swimsuit.
The exercise class ended quickly, but there were still a few students waiting to ask questions. Although Song Yu's face was still cold, he stayed a little longer.
The other students went home after school. Jiang Yufan also pulled Le Zhishi away, but Le Zhishi used the excuse that something was missing to ask him to go back first. There were fewer and fewer people. After finishing the last question, Song Yu also left.
He didn't even say a word to him.
Well, they weren't going home together anyway.
Le Zhishi looked at the remaining students and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he sat down to finish the remaining chemistry homework. Le Zhishi was especially focused when he was doing his homework. Especially when he encountered something he didn't know, he was completely absorbed in it.
"It looks like the weather is changing."
"Huh? I didn't bring an umbrella. "
"Let's close the windows first. Otherwise, the desks from Group 4 will be wet tomorrow morning."
Hearing the discussion, Le Zhishi got up to help close the windows. As expected, it started to rain outside. The rain in this city never stopped. From the beginning, it was heavy and rapid. The bean-sized raindrops splashed against the glass, making splashing sounds.
Through the glass, Le Zhishi looked at the brightly lit third floor across the street. He returned to his seat and continued to do his exercises. The students who had umbrellas and those who didn't were preparing to leave. A female student wanted to lend her umbrella to Le Zhishi, but he didn't want her to run back to the dormitory in the rain, so he refused.
He kept thinking that the rain would stop, but it didn't. Instead, it got heavier and heavier.
The sound of the rain was so dense that it almost drowned out the bell. It was a tradition for the third-year rocket class to stay in class. Some students even stayed in class until eleven o 'clock after self-study.
Qin Yan twirled his pen, "There are so many questions that I can't finish. Hey, Song Yu, help me with this question … "When he turned his head, he saw that Song Yu had already packed his bag and was preparing to leave," Wait, you're going back so early today. "
"Yeah, it's raining."
Qin Yan was confused, "Is it rare for it to rain here?"
Song Yu didn't answer. He looked up at the door and outside the window. All he could see were white shirts. Qin Yan saw that Song Yu didn't look too good. He wanted to ask him what was wrong, but Song Yu had already left.
The lights in the connecting corridor were still on. It led all the way to the junior high school building across the street, which was completely dark.
Song Yu walked down the stairs silently in the crowd of third-year students. The numbers on the staircase went from 5 to 4, and then to 3. His footsteps became slower and slower, and the shoulders of the people behind him squeezed over, pushing past him to move forward.
Le Zhishi straightened his legs. The noise of the rain numbed his perception of his surroundings. It was like a layer of enchantment had surrounded him. His brown hair was soft under the light. It was the softest part of the dark rainy night.
He touched the edge of the yogurt box and carefully tore off a piece of the lid. It was covered with a piece of yogurt. It was like a milk skin. After staring at it for a few seconds, Le Zhishi tentatively licked it.
The yogurt on the lid was the most delicious.
A faint cheese aroma spread in his mouth. It was very sweet. Le Zhishi inserted the straw and took a big sip. The pleasure surged up along with the secretion of dopamine. It also made him want to confirm if the third-year (5) class had self-study at night. When he looked up, Song Yu was standing in front of him with an umbrella in his hand.
Le Zhishi was stunned. There was still some yogurt on his lips. He looked very silly.
Song Yu stood still. His eyes were a little cold. "What are you doing here?"
Le Zhishi held the yogurt box. He didn't know how to answer. He couldn't say that he would stay here for a while every night.
"I'm waiting for the rain to stop so I can memorize some vocabulary." He slowly retracted his long legs. In order to avoid stepping on his trousers in the rain later, he had already rolled up his trousers in advance. His slender and fair legs were exposed.
Song Yu raised his eyebrows. "What if it doesn't stop?"
Le Zhishi looked at the transparent rain line by the long corridor eaves and muttered to himself. "It will stop."
He stood up and shook the backpack behind him. Without much confidence, he asked, "Then why are you here?"
Didn't you say that you weren't going home with me?
"I left my pen in your classroom." Song Yu's expression didn't change.
Le Zhishi believed him and quickly looked back. "Then … shall we go back and get it?"
"No need. It's raining so heavily." Song Yu turned around. "Let's go home first."
"Okay." Le Zhishi quickened his pace and walked side by side with Song Yu. "I'll send it to you tomorrow when I find it, okay?"
"No need."
"No need. I'll definitely find it for you. I'll go look for it tomorrow morning."
"I said no need, so I won't."
Le Zhishi nodded and didn't say anything else. They went downstairs. The rain was indeed getting heavier and they couldn't ride their bicycles. Song Yu held the umbrella and they stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi.
It was the hardest to wait for a taxi on a rainy day. Either the taxi wouldn't come, or a few would come at once. Their situation was obviously the former. Le Zhishi was a little hungry even though he had just drunk some yogurt.
Speaking of yogurt …
"Oh, by the way, can you help me say thank you to Brother Qin Yan?"
Song Yu didn't say anything. There seemed to be a small piece of dry skin on his lower lip. He licked it and felt very uncomfortable.
"The yogurt he bought is really delicious. The cheese taste is so strong."
Song Yu still didn't say anything.
Le Zhishi added in a low voice, "But it's a little too little."
The competent umbrella-holding sculpture finally reacted. It turned its head and glanced at him before saying faintly, "Follow me."
As if afraid that his words wouldn't work, he reached out and grabbed Le Zhishi's arm. The umbrella was very small and it wasn't enough for two people. Song Yu half-hugged him and walked in the other direction. After making sure that the sculpture followed, he lowered his arm.
"Aren't you going home?"
"I'm hungry. I'll eat something before going back."
"I'm a little hungry too." Le Zhishi was a little happy that they found something in common. "That food wasn't good. I only ate a few mouthfuls."
As they spoke, they had already arrived at the Granny Braised Food Stall at the entrance of the school.
This was the most famous shop near the school. It was very small and there was no place to sit. They could only buy and eat, so the entrance was often surrounded by a circle of people. Granny Braised Food Stall was a traditional snack in this city. There were kelp, lotus root slices, dried straw raincoat, quail eggs, beef tendons, duck intestines … All kinds of ingredients were skewered with thin bamboo sticks and stuffed into a large pot. The secret braised soup was spicy and fresh. It soaked the ingredients and slowly simmered until they were soft and tender.
Le Zhishi swallowed his saliva through the glass. Granny Braised Food Stall looked kind. "Let's eat supper. There's not much left. That's all."
Song Yu held the umbrella. "I'll take two portions of dried straw raincoat and two portions of kelp. The rest will be one skewer."
Granny Braised Food Stall deftly in a paper bowl. She scooped a spoonful of soup and handed it to Song Yu. Then she stuffed two pairs of chopsticks and toilet paper into it. "It's raining so hard. Go home early after eating."
"Thank you."
Most of the students in the high school had left. The crowd gradually thinned out from the initial dense crowd. All kinds of umbrellas overlapped outside the school gate, dyeing the dark rainy night.
The heavy rain broke the rules of life. The teenagers running in the rain, their wet school uniform skirts, and their shy souls squeezed under the same umbrella were woven into a fine net by the rain that ran through the sky.
Song Yu and Le Zhishi weren't spared either. They hid side by side under the eaves, even their shadows were wet.
Le Zhishi was so focused on eating that he forgot himself. He would always eat his favorite dried straw raincoat first. Thinking about it carefully, the name was very suitable for the occasion. Dried white tofu was cut into straw raincoat and deep-fried with a flower knife. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Then it was stewed in old brine. The small gaps were filled with soup.
"It's delicious." Le Zhishi was so hot that he opened his mouth and breathed out. After chewing, he couldn't wait to stuff a mouthful of kelp into his mouth. The thick kelp was tasty and soft after being cooked for a long time. It was even more delicious than meat.
Song Yu only ate one skewer and didn't pick up his chopsticks again. The simple-minded Le Zhishi didn't find it strange. He ate enthusiastically until there was only one skewer of ham left. Then he realized that he had eaten all of it.
"This is for you." He raised the ham to Song Yu's mouth, but Song Yu leaned his head back to avoid his feeding.
"I'm full."
"Okay then." Le Zhishi finished the last of the ham in one bite. After eating, his luck became better. When he threw the paper box, he happened to catch an empty car.
The radio was on in the car. The sound wasn't loud, and the female anchor's voice was very gentle. After Song Yu got in, he touched his left shoulder. His hand was full of water. He found the paper towel that his mother-in-law had passed to him and wiped it twice.
He heard Le Zhishi say, "Actually, today is my first time broadcasting."
He was picking up the unfinished words from the bathroom. Song Yu was probably the only one who could understand such a jump in thought.
"I know."
Hearing this, Le Zhishi turned to look at him. "What?"
How did he know? He didn't even mention it.
Could it be Aunt Rong? Or was it Senior Qin Yan?
Song Yu replied casually, "I heard."
Le Zhishi was so excited that he leaned on his shoulder like a puppy ready to pounce on him. "Really? You heard my voice? "
The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. Song Yu pressed Le Zhishi's head, which wasn't very calm, and let him sit properly.
The more Le Zhishi thought about it, the happier he was. He always thought that his brother didn't know, but it turned out that his brother had heard and recognized his voice.
When he was in a good mood, even the song in the car sounded exceptionally good.
Song Yu turned his head. The raindrops hit the car window, and the neon lights of the entire city were melted by the rain into a blurry and dreamy state. The lyrics mixed with the sound of the rain drifted into his ears, creating ripples.
[The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves that once sheltered you from the rain.]
"What song is this?" Le Zhishi whispered to Song Yu.
He didn't get a response for a long time, so he pulled Song Yu's sleeve and softly called him brother with a questioning tone.
"I don't know." Song Yu thought of the song's title and decided to lie at the last minute.
Omitting the information of the confessor, Le Zhishi retold the story exactly as it happened, like a kindergarten child obediently reporting what happened in school every day. He described it vividly, afraid to miss out on any details.
One reported the whole journey, while the other silently rode the bike and listened. They drove from the wide road into the winding alleys, approaching their destination amidst the undulating sycamore leaves.
"I didn't promise her anything. I bought her a drink because I was afraid that she would be upset if I rejected her, so I said that I would treat her to a drink. Also, I bought her a coke, and I also bought Jiang Yufan a coke, but I gave … "
At this point, he suddenly stopped talking. He didn't know why, but the more he spoke, the more wronged Le Zhishi felt. He thought of the confessions that the girls had discussed during the meeting in the morning.
"Didn't someone confess to you too? Even if it was that Peiya who confessed, I would still complain. " It was clearly a threat, but it didn't have the slightest deterrence. He even unconsciously lowered his voice, making it seem particularly weak. After a pause, Le Zhishi added fuel to the fire. "The girls in our class were discussing it in full swing this morning. Maybe the whole school knows about it."
The bike came to a sudden stop, and Le Zhishi clung to Song Yu's back with a smack. He clung tightly to him, and his unfinished words were forced back.
"The whole school knows about more than just the confession."
Song Yu finally opened his mouth and ordered Le Zhishi to get off the bike.
Le Zhishi obviously knew what he was talking about. "I didn't do it on purpose. I wasn't feeling well at that time, so I accidentally shouted …" He stuck behind him like a little shadow. "What should we do now? Everyone heard it, so there shouldn't be anyone who doesn't know."
Song Yu didn't provide him with a solution. He locked the bike and walked inside.
He felt that after explaining so much, his brother didn't seem happy. It didn't seem to be because of that.
The bike stopped in front of an old grey bungalow. A tall magnolia plant was planted in front of the gate, and inside was a small courtyard that had been meticulously maintained. The bungalow was a European-style building from the Republic of China. After the renovation, the decoration was very simple. There was a huge stone that was about the height of a person standing in front of the door. There were four words engraved on it: Yang He Qi Zhe.
This was a private restaurant that Song Yu's mother, Lin Rong, ran out of interest.
Song Yu lifted the curtain, and Le Zhishi followed him in. Inside, there was already a guest who had made a reservation. It was Grandpa Zhang, a regular customer since the opening of the store. He was a retired university professor. As soon as he saw the two of them come in, he smiled and joked, "Xiaorong, your family's handsome boy is back."
Lin Rong heard them and came out of the kitchen with a small plate of honeyed spring snow peaches in her hand. She put it on the table and smiled as she glanced at Le Zhishi and Song Yu.
Le Zhishi was a likable person. Before Lin Rong said anything, he obediently called him Grandpa Zhang. Song Yu nodded slightly as a greeting.
"Le has grown taller again, but he's still not as tall as your brother."
Lin Rong took Le Zhishi's school bag off his shoulder. "There's still a difference of three years. Le is still young and his health isn't good, but he's already growing very fast. "
Le Zhishi emphasized a number that not many people cared about. "I'm 176."
Song Yu, the tallest person in the restaurant, didn't participate in their height discussion. He walked alone to the innermost private room. It was a lounge that Lin Rong had specially prepared for the two brothers.
Lin Rong took out a delicately packed meal and handed it to Professor Zhang with both hands. "Eat it while it's hot when you go back."
"Thank you for your hard work." Professor Zhang was very happy. "My wife likes this. I'll go back now."
"Goodbye, Grandpa Zhang." Le Zhishi took the initiative to walk him to the door.
When the restaurant was first opened, Le and Song Yu were still in primary school. Lin Rong only opened the restaurant on Mondays and Fridays out of interest. There was no menu and it was all up to her. Customers came one after another and word of mouth spread. More and more people came. Many people made reservations a month in advance. Later, Lin Rong opened the restaurant to four days a week. It was also convenient for Le Zhishi, who was allergic, to have lunch.
Lunch was still sumptuous. The white jade porcelain plate was filled with crispy golden lotus balls. As soon as it was served, Le Zhishi picked up one. With one bite, it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was sweeter than meatballs. Compared with ordinary vegetable meatballs mixed with flour, the boiled lotus root juice had a texture that was very similar to meat. It was soft and delicious.
"Lotus root dumplings are the best meatballs in the world." Le Zhishi hadn't finished eating yet. He picked up a stewed chicken claw and stuffed it into his mouth. The chicken claw melted with the red sauce and thick oil.
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