Le Zhishi still didn't say anything. After hearing Song Yu's voice, he panted even more. It was almost uncontrollable.
The tip of his nose was buried in the soft pillow. His warm breath soaked the cotton fabric and wet his eyelashes.
Song Yu didn't say anything on the other end of the phone.
"Brother …"
Le Zhishi confusedly realized that he would still call this name subconsciously when he was at his weakest. No matter how much he tried to avoid it, his instinctive reliance on his brother couldn't be changed or replaced.
"Hmm?" Song Yu's voice was very deep. It was the complete opposite of his, steady and safe.
"Can I hang up …" He suppressed his desire and asked in a low voice.
"Do you want to hang up?" Song Yu's voice was deep and resonant. "Where are you now? Tell me."
Le Zhishi said the word "apartment" with difficulty. Then, he held his breath and said, "On your bed."
Song Yu was silent for a while, which made Le Zhishi anxious. He wanted to hang up, but he also wanted to hear Song Yu's voice.
"Brother, can I hang up? I'm not feeling well …"
Song Yu asked bluntly, "Aren't you thinking about me now?"
Le Zhishi couldn't say it. He couldn't say that it was all because of a photo or even a hand. It was so simple and casual.
"I'll take it as a yes." Song Yu asked again, "Don't you want to hear my voice?"
Le Zhishi could never lie to Song Yu.
"Yes …"
"Turn on the camera." Song Yu's tone was almost commanding.
Le Zhishi's breathing hadn't calmed down. Under his coercion, he became more rapid. "No, I want to hang up."
"Le Zhishi, you're not being good." Song Yu called his name directly. He had the illusion that he was crushing his last bit of shame.
Le Zhishi vaguely felt that a certain emotion deep in his heart had suddenly collapsed. He was like a withered leaf in autumn, crushed under the foot.
"I don't want to be obedient." He pressed his burning face against the pillow, yearning for more oxygen in the room. His voice sounded a little pitiful. "Brother, don't you miss me …"
Song Yu was silent for a few seconds, and his voice seemed to have become a little hoarse. "What do you think?"
Le Zhishi felt as if there was a hole in his heart. Song Yu tugged on the thread that had been sewn together, and he felt terrible. He felt unjust, as if he were the only one being dominated, and he whimpered like a wounded puppy and snuggled under the covers.
"Do you have the medicine with you?" Song Yu asked.
Le Zhishi glanced at the head of the bed. "It's …"
"Pay attention to your reaction. Don't be too agitated. It's very dangerous."
This sentence was clearly a reminder that he might have a relapse, but in such an occasion, there was a strange feeling of dislocation. It was as if they were conducting some kind of sophisticated and dangerous experiment, and he was the target that needed to be observed.
Song Yu's voice came again. "Do you need any help? Or hang up? "
Le Zhishi was a little panicked. "Don't hang up …"
"Then turn on the video." Song Yu's tone was a little tough, but he quickly added, "I'll only look at your face."
Le Zhishi still compromised. He was bewitched, and he turned on the video in a daze. The phone was leaning against the pillow, and the camera was facing his face.
Song Yu's environment seemed to be very dark, as if he was sitting in front of a computer. He was dressed neatly, and his black turtleneck was wrapped tightly around him. Even his Adam's apple could not be seen.
The camera was not adjusted, and Le Zhishi could only see Song Yu's thin lips and chin, as well as his broad shoulders and chest.
For some reason, Le Zhishi felt ashamed. He turned his head to the other side, trying to avoid him.
In Song Yu's vision, he saw the back of Le Zhishi's neck, which was twisted by his movements, and the inconspicuous mole on it.
He was like a cold robot, studying Le Zhishi's reaction and behavior at this moment, and receiving feedback from him.
And this feedback seemed to interfere with the operation of the machine. He was wet with hormones, and the frequency was out of whack. He was no longer stable, but he still praised him.
"Le Zhishi, you're so beautiful."
His body temperature rose, and the oxygen became thinner. Le Zhishi's rationality seemed to be compressed in a syringe, and it was being sucked away bit by bit. He vaguely heard Song Yu say "I love you", and his mind went blank for a moment.
Le Zhishi was not a lustful person, and he was always very simple when it came to relationships. The only two times he had done it were because he missed Song Yu, but he could hardly accept it. He lay on the pillow in a daze, as if he had given up on himself, and did not move at all.
On the other end of the phone, Song Yu saw that he seemed to have finished and was just lying on the bed, panting. He called his nickname in a completely different tone from before. "Le."
He was very gentle at the moment. "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Le Zhishi lay on the bed and shook his head, not saying anything.
"I really want to hug you." Song Yu was no longer in the position where he could control him as he wished. "You should be very soft now, and very easy to hug."
It was this kind of pragmatic speech again, but Le Zhishi still did not want to say anything.
After he gradually regained his rationality, he was almost buried by shame. He could not understand why he had become like this. He clearly liked Song Yu very purely.
Song Yu was very sensitive to the change in his mood, so he asked him what was wrong. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
Le Zhishi's voice was not quite right. Song Yu sensed it and asked him, "Are you crying?"
Le Zhishi, whose thoughts had been guessed, became even more embarrassed in an instant. The edges of his cheeks and ears that could only be seen through the camera were red. "Don't worry about me. Go to sleep."
"Why are you crying?" Song Yu did not intend to leave. "Tell me, or I won't be able to sleep."
Le Zhishi did not want Song Yu to lose sleep, so he still compromised in the struggle.
"How did I become like this? I wasn't like this before. It's all because of you. "Le Zhishi sounded a little tearful." I'm always like this because I miss you. "
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and was silent for a few seconds. He guessed that Le Zhishi had been too stressed and busy recently, and he missed him a lot, so he was a little emotional.
So he asked patiently, "Is this not good?"
Le Zhishi sniffed. "I think I'm very strange. I don't usually act like this."
"That's not strange. Everyone is the same." Song Yu said calmly. "If you don't have feelings for me, I'll suspect that you don't like me."
"I like you," Le Zhishi retorted. "I like you the most."
Song Yu chuckled. "Then can you accept this?" He seemed to be taking a precaution. "There might be worse things in the future."
"When is the future?" Le Zhishi asked.
"When we do it." Song Yu lowered his voice. "I might bully you."
Le Zhishi's face was burning. He turned his face to face the camera. His eyes and the tip of his nose were wet and red. Song Yu thought he was going to ask something, but his brain circuit was a little strange. He didn't care about whether he would bully him or not. Instead, he asked, "Doesn't that count? What about last time? "
"It doesn't count. It's a lot worse." In the camera, Song Yu only showed the lower half of his face. He was still wearing the black sweater that looked very abstinent. His thin lips were slightly open, and there was no curve at the corners of his mouth. He didn't look very happy.
"You're crying just like that. I don't know how much you'll cry in the future. Forget it."
"No." Le Zhishi was a little anxious because of his teasing. A few drops of tears fell from his eyes, and he even rubbed them on the pillow angrily. "I won't cry next time."
"Really?" The corners of Song Yu's mouth curled up slightly. He leaned against the back of the chair, revealing his entire face. He was well-dressed and even wore glasses. This meticulous image was almost the complete opposite of Le Zhishi.
"Good boy." He gave Le Zhishi a candy compliment.
Le Zhishi looked at the person in the camera in a daze. He slowly blinked in confusion and said softly, "I miss you so much."
Song Yu's eyes softened. He took off his glasses and raised his hand in the air as if he was touching Le Zhishi's hair. "I can't carry you to the shower."
"I can do it myself." Le Zhishi thought of something. He pulled down his clothes and admitted his mistake honestly. "But I'm wearing your pajamas, and I dirtied your bed. I even drew on it. "
"It's okay." Song Yu looked at him gently.
"But you're a clean person." Le Zhishi was a little uneasy about this.
Song Yu's expression was gentle, and his lips curled up slightly. "You're the cleanest kid in the world, no matter what you do."
There wasn't much beautiful or romantic rhetoric in this sentence. It was just a simple response, but it made Le Zhishi's heart race. He didn't know what to say, so he moved closer in a coquettish tone and kissed Song Yu in front of the camera as if to express his gratitude.
He didn't know if he was seeing things, but he felt that Song Yu had an apologetic expression on his face.
After pausing for a few seconds, Song Yu asked hesitantly, "Was I a little fierce just now?"
Le Zhishi was a little embarrassed. He covered his face with a pillow. "A little."
"It won't be like this next time," he promised. He then added, "I don't know what you like."
It was only at this moment that Le Zhishi suddenly realized that Song Yu was inexperienced. Perhaps he was just subconsciously showing his desire for control.
"No." Le Zhishi lowered the pillow a little, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. "I like it when you're fierce, especially when you call me by my full name."
Before he had time to be embarrassed, he quickly continued, "But can you not be fierce to me usually?"
"Okay." Song Yu nodded. "I won't."
While washing up, Le Zhishi was reluctant to hang up the phone. He kept asking him a lot of questions. When will he be back? Can he pick him up? What's the present this time? He didn't calm down until Song Yu went to bed.
"Do you still want me to read the diary to you?" Le Zhishi asked.
Song Yu was lying in his very cold blanket. He grunted and was a little surprised. "You even memorized the diary?"
"Yeah." Le Zhishi took the diary from the bedside and flipped through it. "Because I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to sleep. I thought that if you came to me, I could read it to you at any time. That way, you could sleep well outside. "
Song Yu thanked him. It sounded so solemn that it made Le Zhishi feel embarrassed.
He cleared his throat, flipped to a page, and read it for him. "October 28th, rainy weather. I'm so happy because it's raining. I don't know how to bring an umbrella, so I can ask my brother to … "Halfway through, Le Zhishi squinted for a long time." Ah, you don't even know how to write the word 'umbrella'. "
Song Yu wanted to laugh. "Are you talking about yourself?"
Le Zhishi realized that this was his own diary. He was a little embarrassed, but he pretended that nothing had happened and continued reading. "… So I can ask my brother to hold an umbrella for me. My brother doesn't like to hold my hand usually, but when he holds an umbrella, he will hold my hand because there are puddles on the road and he is afraid that I will step on them. Although he calls me an idiot, he is still the best brother in the universe. "
After reading it, Le Zhishi heard Song Yu's half-laughing voice on the other end. He felt a little helpless. "Why is my diary full of you?"
"Who knows? My brother is always here and there. I just don't like my brother."
"The one I like is just a late bloomer …" Le Zhishi defended himself without confidence. He flipped to another page. "The next entry … It's raining again. This one is not bad. It's very long."
"October 29th, it's raining today too. My socks are wet and I'm not very happy. But when I entered the classroom and found that everyone's socks were wet, I became happy again. I like the rain now. Because the teacher will say something bad to the student who gets the last place in the exam … "Le Zhishi couldn't help but complain about his own logic." What is this writing? It's not logical at all. "
Song Yu gave the same comment about his childhood masterpiece and his self-criticism. "It's very cute."
Le Zhishi was a bit shy from the sudden praise, but he continued to read. "Because his grades were not good, the teacher thought that he was the one who didn't hand in the homework. Actually, the teacher was wrong. Chen Miaomiao, who got first place, and Wang Xiaofeng, who got last place, didn't bring an umbrella today, so they both got wet. From the looks of it, the rain is much fairer than the teacher. "
After Le Zhishi finished reading, he pushed the diary away shyly and lay on the pillow. "Let's not read this anymore. I think you will laugh until you can't sleep."
However, Song Yu's tone was serious. "Isn't it well written? The rain is indeed fairer than the teacher, fairer than many people. "
Le Zhishi didn't think much of it. He thought that Song Yu was just comforting him, so he just nodded.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. He looked up abruptly, picked up the diary, and read the page carefully.
"I got it," he said to Song Yu excitedly. "I thought of the theme of the third part, which is equality."
Song Yu nodded and encouraged him in a gentle and sincere tone. "Go on."
"The theme of the first two rounds is time and space. The rain is connected to the clues of time and can cover the distance of space. The diary just now made me think that the rain is also equal, just like the law. No matter if you are rich or poor, male or female, of any age or race, the rain will fall on you. As long as you want it, no one will be rejected by the rain, right? "
Song Yu wanted to see Le Zhishi's appearance at this moment. He thought that it would be very, very charming.
"Yes, your idea is very special and very clever."
Le Zhishi got up from the bed and turned on the desk lamp. "I have a lot of ideas now, and I want to try drawing first." He then said to Song Yu, "Brother, are you sleepy now?"
"Want to abandon me again?" Song Yu said deliberately. "Go ahead. I'm used to being a tool anyway."
Le Zhishi said coquettishly, "I'll turn on the video. Can you watch me draw? You can sleep if you're sleepy. "
"Okay."
He sat in front of the desk, his left leg on the chair, his arm around it, his face resting on his knee, and his right hand casually drawing.
The light from the desk lamp covered the face between the East and the West with a light golden veil, noble and beautiful.
Song Yu lay in the darkness, quietly watching Le Zhishi through the camera. Once he calmed down, he really seemed like a character that existed only in reliefs and murals. His fair skin didn't have a frivolous rouge and was almost transparent. He was beautiful without frivolity, without taking the initiative to seduce. He was clean and holy.
If he really had evil thoughts, possessiveness, and a desire to destroy, he would only be at fault. Le Zhishi would always be innocent.
"You need to apply medicine to your knee," Song Yu said in a low voice.
Le Zhishi nodded meekly. "Come back and apply it for me."
"Okay." Song Yu agreed.
Le Zhishi was so focused on the design that he couldn't remember when Song Yu fell asleep. When he looked up, he found that his eyes were closed and his breathing was very deep. He stared blankly at the camera for a long time, his fingers tracing the shape of Song Yu's nose.
This person is really strange, Le Zhishi thought to himself. He obviously gave a very strong order and said that he would bully him in the future, but afterwards, he apologetically asked if he was too fierce.
He thought that there really wasn't a second person in the world who could move him like this.
After spending the night in the apartment, Le Zhishi sent a message to their [Little Swallow in Floral Dress] design WeChat group the next morning, saying that she had a new idea. Therefore, Nanjia borrowed another classroom at noon and formed a group for an impromptu meeting.
"I'll finish quickly so that everyone can go back and rest." Le Zhishi took out a few pieces of paper with design concepts and distributed them to everyone. "For the third round of the show, I think we can use the theme of equality in the rain."
"Equality?" Chen Pi didn't have any intention of coming over. "Why?"
Le Zhishi explained, "Because in front of the rain, there is no distinction between race, gender, or even class. As long as you wish to be drenched in rain, then the rain will always fall for everyone equally. "
This theme surprised everyone present.
"Moreover, this theme returns to the humanities after traveling through time and space, which is in line with the spirit of our law school. Everyone is equal before the law, just like the rain that moistens the entire society. "
Qu Zhi raised his eyebrows. "I like this theme."
"But," Nanjia jotted down Le Zhishi's words in his notebook and questioned, "How can we represent equality?"
"That's what I'm going to say next." Le Zhishi showed them the sketches that he had made last night. "What I'm thinking at the moment is that we can all represent different types of clothing by designing different inner outfits. For example, 'Poverty' that uses holes and old effects, or 'Wealth' that is made of expensive materials."
"I understand," Zhou Yi said. "There are also men, women, children, and the elderly …"
"Yes, that's it. Our models don't have to be very limited. They don't have to be tall or beautiful, because the rain is equal." Le Zhishi pointed at the paper. "For the rain part, I think we can use some transparent fabrics to make a very thin coat to simulate the feeling of rain falling on the body. I've done some research. There's a type of fabric that is very thin and shiny. It's said that when combined with lighting, it can create a light blue watery feeling. I'll look for it in the next two days. "
"If that's really the case, it'll feel like everyone is in the rain!" Chen Pi was also a little excited.
"And it can really rain," Nanjia said. "I've talked to the choreographer of the organizer. There can be a water mechanism, as long as it's arranged in advance."
Le Zhishi nodded. "That's great. It should be a good combination with the stage effect."
Qu Zhi was a little impressed. "You have so many weird ideas in your head."
"Yeah …" Although Xiaoqi's voice was still very soft, she now dared to joke with Le Zhishi. "What gave you the idea? Did something good happen last night? "
"Ah …" Le Zhishi's face reddened. "No, no, I just suddenly thought of it."
"Are you serious? I feel like something's wrong. "Nanjia deliberately teased him.
"It's really nothing." In order to protect himself, Le Zhishi threw out a suspense to change the topic. "Oh right, I thought of a big move after the show. It'll definitely amaze everyone."
"Big move? What is it? "
"It's a secret." Le Zhishi revealed a sly smile.
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