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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 didn't pay attention when cooking, and Le Zhishi was hospitalized due to an allergic reaction. Since then, the family didn't dare to hire a nanny anymore. When Lin Rong couldn't 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 smoked vegetables." The little Pomeranian's head was lying on the middle island. 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 just remembered and touched the corner of his mouth. It did hurt a little. "But I want to eat."
Song Yu didn't say anything, but he had already started to take the ingredients. Le Zhishi didn't want him to be busy alone, so he went over to help. He didn't know how to cook, so he could only wash the vegetables. The scratch on his fist hurt a little when it touched the water. Le Zhishi didn't 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 again. Le Zhishi bent down and picked him up, holding 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 before. As soon as he put it into the pot, the whole kitchen seemed to come alive. With a sizzling sound, ginger and garlic were added into the melted red oil, and the aroma filled the air. While it was still hot, he poured boiling water into it, and the red soup was boiling in the pot.
After adding some seasoning, Song Yu tasted the saltiness of the seasoning before adding in the various ingredients that had been cut.
While the vegetables were cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks and mixed them with the gluten-free flour. Then, he handed the egg whites and the whisk to Le Zhishi and gave him a meaningful look.
Whipping egg whites was Le Zhishi's favorite activity. It made him feel better quickly. It was a wonderful experience to watch the egg white gradually turn from liquid to fluffy, and finally become like a cloud.
"Alright." Le Zhishi picked up the eggbeater and pulled out a small sharp hook from the whipped "cloud". 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, and they awakened his appetite before he even put them in 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. He was also very careful when he chewed, and it looked a little funny.
The maocai was extremely tasty. It was numb and spicy, and he ate until his back was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Taking advantage of the stimulation in his mouth, he stuffed another muffin wrapped in syrup into his mouth. It was fluffy and soft, like a cake that had been squeezed into thick slices, and it tasted delicious.
The uncomfortable mood that had been there since early morning was also 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 and came back with a gauze bag in his hand. It was filled with ice. "Take this and apply it to your eyes."
As expected, he still mentioned it. Le Zhishi took the ice pack and thanked him in a muffled voice. He put his elbows on the table and used it to apply to his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but look up. "Is it ugly?"
Song Yu ate seriously. "You know it too."
In front of others, he didn't care about his disfigurement at all, but Le Zhishi was very afraid that Song Yu would see his swollen eyes. He didn't even know why he would despise him on behalf of Song Yu. Sighing, Le Zhishi 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 lost in thought. It was as if he saw himself when he was 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 stopped. He tightened his grip on the ice pack 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.
But later, when he heard that the bullied child didn't have parents to take care of him, Song Yu guessed the reason for the fight.
Even if it was a puppy, it would bite if its tail was stepped on.
But he never wanted to be an elder brother who educated his younger brother. He had already scolded too many adults in a dignified manner. Sometimes, they couldn't even understand that children also had troubles, and they didn't think that children's troubles were important. That was why they only scolded them and made them make promises that they didn't want to. However, they didn't care whether they were upset or how upset they were at that time.
Song Yu wasn't suitable for scolding or caring.
Seeing Le Zhishi lowering his head and eating silently, his eyes blinking rapidly a few times as if he was holding back, Song Yu couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. He just realized that the Le Zhishi sitting in front of him didn't seem to be the child who only knew how to hide behind him and cry.
"Then, did you win, or did he win?"
Le Zhishi didn't expect Song Yu to ask this.
He sniffed and raised his head. The uninjured side of his mouth was stained with chili oil, but his expression was serious. "I won. I beat up four people by myself. I just couldn't dodge the last punch because someone called for the teacher. I panicked a little. Otherwise, my eyes wouldn't have been punched. "
It seemed that he was really persistent about punching his eyes. Song Yu pulled out a piece of tissue and handed it to him, but Le Zhishi said, "I'm not crying. I just got burned by the chili oil."
Song Yu could only reach out and wipe the oil off the corner of his mouth with a cold expression.
Perhaps it was because he had personally experienced the experience of being exposed, or perhaps it was because Song Yu had personally wiped the corner of his mouth, but Le Zhishi's ears were a little hot. He suddenly forked a piece of muffin and stuffed it into his mouth. He almost choked and coughed for a long time.
After eating, the two of them cleaned up together. There was still enough time for them to take an afternoon nap. After applying the ice for a while, Le Zhishi felt that his eyes were much better. He returned to his room and looked at himself in the mirror for a long time. His eyes were bruised and still looked very ugly.
Song Yu drew the curtains and lay on the bed. His phone was full of Qin Yan's messages, but he only glanced at them. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard a knock on the door. He didn't even open his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I want to sleep with you." Le Zhishi said directly, but he didn't take half a step in.
In the past, Song Yu would have rejected him, but today he didn't. He lay on the side of the bed as if he was silently agreeing.
After getting permission, Le Zhishi immediately climbed up. Song Yu opened his eyes and wanted to give him a pillow. He saw that he had taken out a one-sided eye mask from somewhere and put it on his head. He reached out and pulled the strap of the eye mask. "What's this for?"
Le Zhishi covered his eye mask. "I want to wear it."
Song Yu didn't stop him and carried him over. Le Zhishi also lay down obediently and quietly looked at Song Yu's back. He felt that he hadn't slept with Song Yu in a long time. When he was young, whenever it rained heavily, he would climb onto Song Yu's bed with a pillow and stay close to him. That way, he wouldn't be so scared. It was only at that time that he wouldn't be rejected.
However, Song Yu was afraid of heat and always complained that he was like a hot little ball of meat. He didn't let him stick close to him and hug him, so Le Zhishi only used his forehead to press against his back, very restrained to satisfy his need for a sense of security.
This seemed to be the first time he slept with Song Yu on a sunny day. In the end, he was disfigured.
Le Zhishi pressed his forehead against his skin and bones. He could feel his brother's heartbeat through his skin and bones. It seemed that he could also smell the familiar scent of rain. It was wet and full of hope.
This illusion was like a released hypnotic drug that could make him fall asleep quickly without any hindrance.
It only worked when he lay next to Song Yu.
He couldn't help but fantasize that he didn't need anything and that it would be good enough if he could stay like this for the rest of his life.
But he knew that he couldn't. He was no longer the three-year-old child who stopped Song Yu from getting married by hook or by crook. He couldn't cry without restraint, and he couldn't speak without thinking for self-satisfaction.
As he thought about it, Le Zhishi fell asleep. Everything in the dream was blurry. His parents who died young, the adults who cast sympathetic gazes, and the children who pushed him. But their voices were very clear.
[Children without parents are so pitiful.]
[So you're an orphan.]
All kinds of voices mixed together to form a black shadow that chased after him in the winding dream. He couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to call out Song Yu's name, only his name, but no sound came out.
"Le Zhishi, Le Zhishi..."
Le Zhishi woke up from the dream with sweat all over his body. Gradually, he saw the grown-up Song Yu in his vision. He frowned and took a few deep breaths. "I had a nightmare." He didn't know why, but he thought of a phrase that Jiang Yufan said a few days ago. "It seemed like a ghost was pressing down on the bed."
After that, he turned around coolly. "I'm going to go back to sleep."
Song Yu lay down. In his palm, there was still sweat from Le Zhishi's forehead. He looked at the ceiling. In front of him was Le Zhishi's unconscious appearance.
"Le Zhishi."
Hearing Song Yu call his name, Le Zhishi grunted. His voice was a little nasal, and it sounded like he was acting coquettishly. He cleared his throat to cover it up.
"You were really delicate when you were young. You especially cried. Every time you cried, I had a headache and wanted to send you away."
Song Yu complained, but his tone was very light. Le Zhishi pursed his lips unconsciously with his back to him. He wanted to refute, but he heard him speak again with a hint of calm doubt.
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