Little cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. "Oh, right, right." The girl seemed to have realized something. She turned her head and glanced at a certain senior who was reading in the corner. She turned back and whispered, "I won't disturb you anymore. I'm going back. Talk to you next time! "
Does next time mean I can study here every day?
After thinking for two seconds, Le Zhishi opened the new study area with a little envy. He tried to focus, but studying here was too different from studying in the classroom. He did his homework in the classroom, paced the hallway, and waited until the end of class. No matter what he did, it was all one-sided. He didn't even wait. After all, waiting for someone and being waited for was a two-way street.
This time was different. He wasn't waiting without permission.
Le Zhishi looked up and saw the girl who was chatting on her phone not far away. She had a sweet smile on her face. She was probably chatting with her boyfriend. When he thought about it, he subconsciously wanted to bite the end of his pen. However, when he thought about Song Yu's face, he stopped himself.
It seems like … I'm still different from them.
After finishing the last question, the bell rang. Le Zhishi was afraid to wake up Song Yu, so he packed his bag as fast as he could. However, there was no one at the door. It seemed like the class next door was delayed again. Le Zhishi stood at the back door of class three (5) and looked inside. He saw Song Yu reading with his head lowered and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was slightly nearsighted and didn't usually need glasses. He only wore them when he needed to use his eyes for a long time.
Le Zhishi liked the way he squinted his eyes and frowned when he wasn't wearing glasses. She didn't know why, but she liked it inexplicably.
The students in the back row seemed to have noticed a middle school student standing at the back door. They whispered to each other and turned around. At first, Le Zhishi didn't think anything was wrong. However, when he heard someone whisper, "Isn't that Song Yu's brother?", he felt like he was pricked. He immediately covered his eyes. He felt weird covering his eyes, so he hid to the side.
"Why are you even more guilty than me?" The girl was still standing outside the classroom. She did not seem to be afraid that her girlfriend would be caught by the teacher or her classmates. "This is Peiya's place, and I'm Peiya's student. It's reasonable for me to stand here."
Le Zhishi thought for a moment. "That's true." Therefore, he also stood beside the girl. In less than two seconds, he took another step to the right, increasing the distance between them.
Finally, the class was over. The teacher walked out and took a second look at Le Zhishi's face. The other students in the classroom were very active after school, but Song Yu was unhurriedly tidying up. A few female seniors came out with their hands linked and surrounded Le Zhishi.
"You must be the little brother of Song Yu's family."
"A mixed-blood? She's so cute. "
"Are these eyelashes real?"
Le Zhishi was used to being surrounded, so he did not think much of it. Instead, he answered their questions one by one. "Yes. Yes, these are real eyelashes."
There was a big circle outside the window. Qin Yan was watching intently and began to tease Song Yu. "Your little brother is just as popular as you. He's popular with all the female seniors and juniors."
Song Yu did not say anything. He picked up his bag and walked out. Le Zhishi saw him coming out from the window and immediately waved at him. His eyes lit up as he squeezed through the crowd. "Sorry, senior. I have to go home."
Unknowingly, it was already late autumn. The cold wind was like a little monster that was close to people, drilling straight into their necks and ankles. It was impossible to avoid it. When Le Zhishi went downstairs, he noticed that the girl from the next class was walking side by side with a third-year senior who was not very tall. They leaned against each other in the crowded and dim staircase. They even secretly held hands, but quickly let go.
After leaving the school building, he glanced at Song Yu beside him. He wanted to say something. It was very strange, but he could not think of what to say. In the end, he just asked, "Are my eyes still very ugly?"
Song Yu stared at him and remained silent. He covered his right eye because of the stare. Then, he heard Song Yu chuckle.
It was very strange.
There were many people at the school. They went to the bicycle parking lot in front of the school gate to look for their own cars. Le Zhishi took out his keys to unlock the bicycle but found something wrong. Song Yu walked over with the help of his bicycle. He was not surprised to see him squatting there and fiddling with the bicycle. "Is it broken?"
"The tire is punctured." Le Zhishi squatted on the ground and poked at the flat tire a few times with his fingers. He looked up at Song Yu. "Although it's very suspicious, I have a reasonable suspicion that Wang Jie and the others did it."
It was obvious. What was there to be suspicious about? Song Yu got on the bicycle. "Get on."
"Then what about my car?" Le Zhishi asked, but he had already locked his bicycle.
"We'll talk about it during the day."
Le Zhishi sat on the back seat obediently and offered to help Song Yu carry his bag. He did not expect the bag to be so heavy that his thigh could crush a rock. Maybe in a while, his legs would be completely numb. When he walked, he would fall into Song Yu's arms. Then, Song Yu would carry him on his back just like when he was a child.
Le Zhishi, who was imagining the plot, hid behind Song Yu and laughed.
The various snack stalls at the school gate almost turned into a small night market. The stove set up warmed up the cold and wet autumn night. The big brother of the fried rice stall had a cigarette in his mouth. He tossed the handle of the pot back and forth. The fried rice flew, and the rice grains rose and fell. The aroma went straight into people's noses. The duck neck was cooked in the stew. It was then skewered and rolled over the open fire. It was brushed with chili oil and sprinkled with spices. The spirit was there. There was also a pot of San Xian vermicelli stew in the clay pot. When the lid was lifted, the fresh aroma filled the air.
Le Zhishi, who was sitting in the back seat, thought of something. He turned around and asked, "Song Yu gege, have you finished today's fried chestnuts?"
Song Yu casually grunted in acknowledgment.
"Actually, if you can't finish them, you can give them to Qin Yan gege." Le Zhishi heard the sound of knocking on the board. He glanced at a new target and said while walking, "He often gives me snacks to eat."
Song Yu did not respond.
Le Zhishi found something. "Top cake!" He excitedly patted Song Yu's back several times and asked him to stop the car.
Song Yu pressed the brake and stopped in front of a very simple stall according to his request. On top of a square big steamer, there was an exquisite wooden device made of two parts. The bottom part was an ordinary cylinder, and on top of it was a wooden lid with a hollow long handle that was shaped like a lotus. The stall owner greeted them warmly, "Are you here to eat steamed cakes? Three yuan for two. It's pretty sweet. "
Le Zhishi nodded, "I want two. Can I put more brown sugar? "
"Of course, why not?" The old man was very agile. He scooped out a large spoonful of pastry powder mixed with glutinous rice flour, rice flour, and sugar powder from the box. He spread it into the cylinder as a base, then sprinkled a thick layer of brown sugar. He stacked two layers like this, closed the lid, and put it on top of the steamer to steam.
While waiting, Le Zhishi heard Song Yu say, "You were almost scalded the first time you ate this."
"Really?" He turned his head. He had no impression of it at all. "I don't even remember."
"What do you remember?" Song Yu looked down at the mold. The warm yellow lights of the night market and the steaming steam made his silhouette look exceptionally soft. "At that time, dad was holding you. You said that this toy was fun and reached out to touch it. In the end, you were scalded by the steam and cried."
He seemed to have some recollection of it. "Then what were you doing at that time?"
While they were talking, the cake was ready. The old man opened the wooden pot and poked the cylinder with the long handle. The hot top cake couldn't stand it anymore. It popped out and was put into the bag.
"Me?" Song Yu took the cake. "I'm laughing at you."
Le Zhishi was annoyed. He said in a serious tone, "If you were the one who cried because of the heat, I wouldn't laugh at you."
Song Yu gave him the cake. "You will cry." He then walked towards the bicycle.
"I won't cry now." Le Zhishi followed behind him. He thought of what happened in the afternoon and said, "… Unless you want me to cry."
"I don't have such a hobby."
Then there must be a reason why he always cried when he was young.
Anyway, he blamed Song Yu in his heart.
The cake in the bag was hot. Le Zhishi wanted to eat it while it was hot. He opened the bag and saw that the brown sugar was really thick. It was heart-shaped. When he took a bite, it was so hot that he almost spat it out. But he couldn't resist the temptation. He quickly chewed a few times. It was soft and sticky. The brown sugar inside was half-melted. It had a kind of simple and thick sweetness. In Le Zhishi's heart, the melted white sugar was like the dew on a lotus leaf. When he was a child, he thought that the small piece of transparent and beautiful dew must be sweet, and brown sugar could be compared to the layer of sticky charred layer of roasted sweet potatoes dripping with honey. It was twice as delicious when eaten in cold weather.
Song Yu saw that he couldn't catch up for a long time. He turned around and saw him standing there with his head raised and mouth open. White steam came out of his mouth. He looked like a happy human humidifier.
"Is it good?"
Le Zhishi nodded and ran over. He stuffed another cake into Song Yu's hand and said vaguely, "You should eat it too."
Song Yu took a bite and found it too sweet. He threw it to Le Zhishi and rode home with him.
"Can I still study in your activity room tomorrow?"
"Go if you want."
"Will the teacher come and check?" Le Zhishi remembered and grabbed Song Yu's clothes. "There's a girl in the next class. She's the girlfriend of a boy in your class. She's in a relationship."
"They won't be able to catch you."
"That's true." But he was still a little scared. "Can I say that I'm your brother? If someone asks, I'll tell them. "
Song Yu didn't respond. When they were about to enter the neighborhood, he made a sound of acknowledgment. The two of them went upstairs together. Lin Rong and Song Jin hadn't returned yet. Le Zhishi changed his shoes and lay on the sofa. He grabbed the cat and put it on his lap. He flipped open its belly and rubbed it until it closed its eyes. "Tangerine, are you sleepy?"
Tangerine in his arms let out a comfortable grunt. Le Zhishi continued rubbing it. "I ate too much. I'm so full that I'm not sleepy anymore. Song Yu -gege, can I watch two episodes of One Piece before I go to sleep? "
Song Yu picked up the little Pomeranian who was scratching its legs crazily and carried it to the second floor. "Wake up 15 minutes earlier tomorrow. I'll take you to school."
Le Zhishi got up and didn't care about the cat. "Then I'll take a shower and go to sleep now."
Meow —
The abandoned cat stretched out its paw and scratched Le Zhishi's back to show its authority.
"This is my younger brother."
The six-year-old Song Yu had a younger brother overnight. He was soft and beautiful. He looked like a little angel in a fairy tale. His light brown hair was curly. He could only speak English and had a childish voice.
In contrast to this little guy, Song Yu wasn't born with a lively personality. He didn't like to be noisy and didn't talk much. His elders and relatives always said that his personality wasn't good and should be changed. However, Lin Rong always argued that he inherited his grandfather's genes so that Song Yu could be himself from a young age.
He was very smart and more mature than other children. However, no matter how mature he was, he would be at a loss when facing a strange child who would take away his love. At first, Song Yu didn't like him, but it wasn't to the point of hating him.
Most of the time, he observed him silently.
It was strange. His eyelashes were too curly.
Why did this little guy have so much trouble talking? He looked so clumsy.
Was he this stupid when he was young?
However, Le Zhishi was really cute. Any elder who saw him would praise him. These praises shook little Song Yu's impression of him. He had to admit that Le Zhishi was cuter than the Pomeranian he wanted to buy.
On the third day at his house, Le Zhishi suddenly cried non-stop. He cried for his parents. No one could coax him.
"Don't cry." When Song Yu came closer, Le Zhishi stretched out his arms to hug him. However, Song Yu couldn't carry him. He wrapped himself around him like a glutinous rice cake.
"Your crying is giving me a headache." Song Yu despaired. He said to Lin Rong, "Mom, let's send him back to his parents and let him go home."
Lin Rong looked at him. She wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, she coaxed Le Zhishi and carried him upstairs. Only Song Yu and Song's Dad were left in the living room.
"Yu." Song's Dad pulled him over and told him seriously, "Your brother doesn't have parents anymore."
Song Yu frowned and didn't reply. He only thought about the meaning of this sentence in his heart. Soon, Song's Dad gave him a more accurate answer.
"His parents are gone. He has no home to go back to."
He understood what she meant by "not here".
Song Yu frowned even more. He looked up at the stairs and then back at his father.
"Will he leave in the future?"
Song's Dad shook his head. "From now on, this will be his home."
Adults always subconsciously judged children and felt that children didn't know anything. But in fact, children were more empathetic than adults. They would hold an umbrella for a little stray dog on their way home.
Song Yu was the same, even though he wasn't a very empathetic child since he was young.
After returning to his room, he hugged a pillow and nestled on the small sofa. Song's Dad's words hovered in his mind.
Le Zhishi was so cute, but he didn't have parents.
This sentence stuck in his heart, and he felt more and more sorry for Le Zhishi. No matter how beautiful a stray dog was, it was still a stray dog. They had nowhere to go when it rained. They could only hide in the tunnel and shiver, cold and hungry.
The door suddenly creaked open, interrupting Song Yu's stray dog adventure in his mind. He looked up and saw Le Zhishi curled up by the door. Half of his little head was poking out pitifully and looking in. He even let out a silly cry.
Song Yu glanced at him, acting like a little master. "Why are you hiding?" Seeing that the little thing didn't move, he couldn't bear it. He raised his hand and waved, motioning for him to come in. Le Zhishi then slowly walked towards him. The child's feet were unsteady. He staggered with every step, as if he was going to fall in the next second. Song Yu was frightened.
It wasn't easy to get in front of him. Le Zhishi blinked his big eyes and looked at him. His face was red from crying, and he looked like a little peach that was about to break.
His eyes were swollen. Song Yu thought of his father's words again, so he made some space for him and let him curl up on the small sofa with him.
It had been raining for several days. It seemed that ever since Le Zhishi came, the rain hadn't stopped.
He asked Le Zhishi why he came to his room. Suddenly, a white light flashed outside the window. Before Le Zhishi could answer, he was interrupted by a huge thunder. He was so scared that he hugged Song Yu, his whole body trembling.
Although Song Yu was also scared by the thunder, Le Zhishi was much more scared than him. Not only was he trembling, but he also cried.
Song Yu was most afraid of him crying. He wanted to ask his mother to take him back to the room, but Le Zhishi clung to him and tried to get into his arms. Song Yu had no choice but to coax him like a real brother. He didn't like to talk, so he could only cover his ears and pat him gently on the back.
The thunder didn't disappear easily. It always appeared again after Le Zhishi recovered from the shock. If it struck again, all the coaxing would be in vain.
He decided to find a way to distract the poor little boy.
After thinking about it, Song Yu took out a big box of madeleine cakes. It was chocolate-filled. His father had brought it back for him from abroad. He couldn't bear to open it.
You got lucky.
With the sweet cake and Song Yu covering his ears, Le Zhishi wasn't so scared anymore. He looked very cute when he ate. His two chubby hands held the cake and took one bite at a time. Suddenly, his whole body would tremble when there was thunder, and the cake would fall. He would be stunned for a second, then pick it up and continue eating with tears in his eyes.
It was funny and pitiful.
"You're so small. How can you eat so much?" Song Yu looked at the empty box. There was only one cake left. He took it and took a bite. Sweet chocolate flowed out.
Le Zhishi reached out to him again and said softly that he wanted more. Song Yu had no choice but to give him the other half in his hand. "There's no more."
In the end, he ate the other half in the same way. The corners of his mouth were full of chocolate. Song Yu found him dirty and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.
He really felt like a big brother now.
This sudden identity of an older brother gave Song Yu a very complicated feeling. He felt a little burdened, but also a little happy and proud. It was more convincing than a hundred people telling him "you've grown up."
When it was time to sleep at night, Le Zhishi refused to leave. He cried and made a fuss about sleeping with Song Yu. Lin Rong had no choice but to carry him into her son's room. Once he was in Song Yu's bed, Le Zhishi stopped crying and making a fuss. He was obedient and quiet. He leaned against Song Yu's arm and slept like a little doll. He would even hold back his tears and obediently say good night to him.
He seemed to have developed a fledgling relationship with this boy who was three years older than him. When it thundered, he would cover his ears for him and give him cake.
After Lin Rong left, Song Yu turned over and looked at Le Zhishi, who had his eyes closed. He thought to himself that it might be good to have another little brother. Even if he was a little clingy and always stuck to him, he didn't hate it. He could take him to Jiangtan Park to fly kites, look at the reeds, and take him to the Mathematical Olympiad class, but this little thing definitely wouldn't understand a single word.
Song Yu's mind was already filled with scenes of Le Zhishi sticking to him.
Children were always full of curiosity, but Song Yu wasn't. He had been exceptionally rational since he was young. But when he realized that he would become an older brother, he had a naive sense of novelty for the first time.
But it was also that night that Song Yu understood for the first time that being an older brother wasn't so simple.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the sound of Le Zhishi's breathing. His little hand clutched his arm tightly, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. Song Yu was frightened. His first reaction was to run out of bed and smash his parents' door.
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