Little cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article ~ You can read the latest content after supplementing your subscriptions ~ Le Zhishi had mixed feelings. Was she mocking him? Was he mocking him?
But Song Yu was right. He was indeed a troublemaker.
Thinking of this, Le Zhishi's expression became a little depressed. When Song Yu reached out with the alcohol swab, he shrank back and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Song Yu did not respond to his apology. Instead, he reached out with his other hand and held his chin. "Don't move."
As soon as he said that, Le Zhishi really did not move, but his thoughts began to wander. He remembered that in school, Song Yu had never taken the initiative to approach him, whether it was when he won a speech competition or when he was knocked down while playing basketball. They were very serious about playing the role of strangers.
So now, Le Zhishi was even a little grateful that his sudden asthma on the first day of school forced them to reveal their complicated relationship. Walking together seemed very open and aboveboard.
Seeing him in a daze, Song Yu said casually, "Is it good?"
Le Zhishi pulled himself out of his thoughts. After hearing this, he was very sure that Song Yu was mocking him.
"I accidentally inhaled it." He frowned.
This scene reminded Song Yu of when they went to the dentist together when they were young. Le Zhishi ate candy until his mouth was full of teeth. Lin Rong took them to the dentist's office. As soon as he heard the sound of the electric drill, Le Zhishi opened his mouth and cried. He grabbed his hand and would not let go.
Song Yu continued to wipe, his tone was neither fast nor slow. "What's the smell?"
"Cantaloupe." Le Zhishi described it truthfully. "At first, it was sweet, but then it became a little disgusting, like fever syrup."
He could describe it in such detail.
After saying that, Le Zhishi spat out a little and wrapped it in paper. "Could it be that the person who made the refill guessed that someone would suck it, so he deliberately made it sweet?"
Song Yu glanced at him. "If I had told you earlier that the refill was sweet, you wouldn't have had to go to the dentist. You won't get tooth decay even if you eat it like candy.
He was teased again, but Le Zhishi completely missed the point. "Did I go to the dentist when I was young?"
It was really inconceivable. How could she forget after crying like that? Shouldn't she remember it for the rest of her life?
"Your childhood memories are really blurry." Song Yu said.
Le Zhishi was noncommittal. He held his wrist and said in a muffled voice, "What's wrong with that? Don't you remember everything?"
"Anyway, my childhood was yours."
Song Yu was slightly startled.
Le Zhishi didn't feel that he had said anything important. His legs were still moving, and he couldn't stay still. Song Yu returned to silence. He pressed his hand on his swaying knee and carefully wiped the ink between his teeth with a wet cotton swab.
With his knee pressed, Le Zhishi lowered his head and glanced at his empty wrist. There was no watch on it.
"Aren't you wearing a watch?"
Song Yu didn't answer immediately. Le Zhishi said again, "Why not?"
This self-righteous manner of asking questions reminded Song Yu of the first time Le Zhishi gave him this watch. When he was rejected, Le Zhishi also asked him with such a direct expression.
"Why not?"
"Brother Yu, don't you like it?"
Le Zhishi was even more naive when he was young. He held the gift box of the watch and looked at it with satisfaction. He looked up and asked, "Doesn't it look good? I asked the lady at the counter to pick it out with me. She promised that you would like it. "
Song Yu didn't dislike it, but he knew that this reward was very generous for a primary school student. He could use it to buy a lot of things. There was no need to spend it on a watch that was given to someone else. At the same time, he also knew that it was useless to tell this to Le Zhishi. He was a stupid and stubborn child.
Therefore, he decided to communicate with the receptionist directly.
"Hello, I want to return this watch. I haven't used it before. The packaging and receipt are all here. According to the mall's regulations, I should be able to return it."
A cute mixed-race child buying a watch alone had already left a deep impression on the receptionist. Now, his older brother was handling the return with a mature attitude that surpassed his peers. It was hard not to feel strange.
"Yes." The receptionist maintained her smile, "Please show me …"
Le Zhishi, who was in front of the counter, shouted "No!" and then sat on the ground. He hugged Song Yu's leg tightly and cried as he begged him. At first, Song Yu was still impartial. He took out the receipt and handed it to the receptionist. But Le Zhishi was crying so hard that even the receptionist couldn't help but persuade him, "Why don't you talk to your brother first?"
Song Yu thought for a while. In the end, he squatted down and took out a pack of tissues from his bag and gave it to him, "Why are you crying?"
"You, you don't want my gift." Le Zhishi sobbed. The more he spoke, the more wronged he felt, "I didn't even finish saying happy birthday, you, you …"
Seeing that he was about to cry again, Song Yu immediately said, "It's not that I don't want your gift."
Le Zhishi choked. He listened to him with tears in his big eyes.
"It's because this gift is too expensive. This kind of spending is irrational."
Maybe one day, when he looked back, he would regret the first big expense of his life.
The tear that he had been holding back still fell. Le Zhishi wiped it with the back of his hand, "But I looked at it for a long time. It's not that I don't know anything. You all think that I don't know anything. "
Hearing this, the receptionist standing at the side couldn't help but say, "That's true. When the little brother came on the first day, I also thought that he was playing around. But he came three times in a row. He chose for a long time and only paid on the last day."
When he took the money out of his bag, he carefully counted it three times.
The receptionist looked at Song Yu, "He's quite cautious."
Song Yu was silent. He still couldn't bear to see Le Zhishi cry and stubbornly do what he thought was right, so he didn't return the gift. Le Zhishi tacitly agreed that he was willing to accept the gift. Satisfied, he went home with him.
At night in his room, Song Yu sat in front of his desk. Under the table lamp, the dial was glowing. He held the price tag and looked at it for a long time. He planned to return the gift alone the next day.
Before going to bed, he wanted to get a glass of water. Halfway down the stairs, Song Yu saw Le Zhishi in his mother's arms watching cartoons with a lollipop in his mouth. He pointed at the Little Genius Watch commercial on TV, "That little watch isn't as nice as the one I gave my brother, right, Aunt Rong?"
"Of course. The one you bought is the prettiest. Even ten of these can't compare." Lin Rong patted his head and asked, "Le, why did you want to buy a watch for your brother?"
Song Yu stopped in his tracks.
Le Zhishi took out the lollipop from his mouth. His tone was very serious, as if he was a little adult, "We used to be together every day. I could play with my brother two floors down. Now that he's in junior high school and has gone to another school, I miss him a lot. So I let my little watch accompany him. " He raised his empty wrist and said with a smile, "Brother Yu will think of me when he looks at the time."
"Our Le is so smart."
He didn't expect that behind the wailing, there was such a thought behind it. Song Yu went back silently, sat down, and put the watch on himself.
He was the one who didn't care about it, but every minute and second of his childhood was engraved in his mind. He was the only one who could remember it.
Song Yu could no longer distinguish between him and Le Zhishi, who needed the company of the other more.
Song Yu, who was immersed in his memories, was a little distracted. The cotton bud accidentally rubbed against his gums. Le Zhishi frowned and subconsciously shrank back. Song Yu came back to his senses, grabbed his chin, and pulled him forward. Le Zhishi didn't dare to move. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Before he died, he asked again, "Why don't you wear it?"
"You have a lot of questions," Song Yu said.
If you had answered me from the beginning, you would only have one question. Le Zhishi said in his heart.
Song Yu's expression was excessively calm. His gaze was focused on a single point. This reminded him of a horror movie he had seen before. The ogre in the movie was just as elegant.
No, this analogy was too strange. Le Zhishi forced himself to stop fantasizing in his heart and closed his eyes.
The loss of vision brought about an increase in his other senses.
He could clearly feel the touch of the wet cotton bud rubbing against his gums. It was very light and a little itchy. The cold feeling brought about by the evaporation of the alcohol. Perhaps it was because he knew that the person sitting in front of him wasn't a doctor, so Le Zhishi felt different.
They were very close. He could smell the scent of lemon detergent from Song Yu's collar. It was the same as his own. This made him subconsciously feel at ease.
But the alcohol didn't taste good. Le Zhishi kept his mouth open. Saliva from the stimulation accumulated in his mouth and mixed with the medical alcohol.
It was so bitter.
Song Yu's hand suddenly stopped moving.
Le Zhishi, who had his eyes closed, obediently waited for him to continue. But after waiting for a while, there was no movement. He opened his eyes in confusion and called out "Brother" in a muffled voice with a questioning tone.
Song Yu stuffed the alcohol and cotton bud into his hand and stood up. "There's a mirror over there. Clean it yourself."
Le Zhishi tore at the tissue and spat out the bitter saliva in his mouth. "Oh." He knew that this was indeed a very troublesome matter. He should have done it himself earlier.
Le Zhishi took the tools to the mirror on the wall by the window. He looked at it and found that it was almost done.
It was amazing. It turned out that such stubborn ink could be dissolved.
Le Zhishi was a child who couldn't hide his emotions. His admiration for Song Yu was completely expressed on his face.
"Amazing. My school uniform is often scratched by pen lead. Can it be cleaned with alcohol too? "He looked back at Song Yu as if he had discovered a new continent.
Song Yu's right hand was originally on his left wrist. The moment he turned around, he moved it away. "Okay." He turned around and prepared to leave. "Let's go."
"Hey … wait for me." Le Zhishi wanted to leave with Song Yu, but after looking at the used things, he hesitated and went back to clean it up. When he went out again, Song Yu was already far away.
Looking at his back, Le Zhishi was a little disappointed.
He touched his chin and pinched it. Finally, he kicked a small stone and walked with heavy steps. He didn't go back to the field directly. Instead, he went to the canteen's mini-mart and bought a bottle of Yakult.
The alcohol was too bitter.
Le Zhishi stood in the open space in front of the mini-mart, holding the small bottle in his hand. He raised his head and took a big gulp. He looked like an adult who was toasting. He drank too fast, as if he didn't drink anything. So he went back to buy another bottle. He put a straw in it and drank as he walked back to the field.
When he went back, he found that Jiang Yufan wasn't playing basketball as he thought. Instead, he was looking around. Coincidentally, their eyes met. Le Zhishi tilted his head with the bottle in his hand. His eyes widened, indicating that he saw him.
Jiang Yufan immediately ran over. He looked very anxious and hugged him mysteriously. "I've been looking for you for a long time. Are you okay?"
Le Zhishi bit the straw and shook his head. He felt that his expression was very strange, so he let go of the straw. "Why do you ask?"
Jiang Yufan glanced elsewhere. "Just now, the girls in class said that they saw Song Yu pull you aside and beat you up. They described it vividly."
Beat me up?
Before Le Zhishi could react, Jiang Yufan reached out to pull his mouth open. "They said that your mouth was bleeding. Let me see. Your teeth didn't fall out, right? "
What? Le Zhishi struggled out of his hand and sucked the last bit of Yakult. "I wasn't beaten by him."
Why was it bleeding? Le Zhishi's mind flashed. He remembered that his mouth seemed to be open when he was pulling on the field. The girls who saw it probably mistook the red ink in his mouth for blood.
His imagination was too good.
"I'm fine. Why would my brother hit me? They made a mistake." Le Zhishi was afraid that Jiang Yufan would continue to gossip and bring up the embarrassing incident of him sucking on the ink. So he quickly changed the topic. "Are you still playing basketball? Let's play together. "
"That's good. I knew it shouldn't be." Jiang Yufan was relieved. He shouted to the boys in the class not far away. "Are you playing basketball?"
"Come come come, three against three." The boys in the class waved at Le Zhishi. "Le, come here!"
Le Zhishi threw the small bottle of Yakult into the trash can. Although he said that he would drag them down, he still ran over happily.
"No way, why would he drag us down!"
"Are we going to split into groups? I'll follow Le!"
"Le, I'll lead you!"
The youthful energy of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys was like soda that broke through the cap. It rushed straight up and couldn't be covered. More than ten meters away, Qin Yan, who had a bad cold, sneezed and rubbed his nose with a smile. He looked at the other side and sighed. "Your Le is really popular."
The basketball entered the basket.
Song Yu's toes touched the ground and he retracted his hand. His eyes swept over the noisy area and finally returned to Qin Yan. He said in a rude tone, "You talk too much."
"Yo, who offended you?" Qin Yan smiled cheekily and hooked his arm around his neck. "Don't tell me it's Le."
"Give me the watch," Song Yu said.
Qin Yan was confused. "Didn't you say that I'll put it on for you?" He took it out of his pocket and handed it to him. "I was wondering why you take it off every time we play. I thought it must be a branded watch, but it's okay. Who gave it to you? It's so precious. "
"It's from my baby." Song Yu put on a deadpan face and took the watch.
Qin Yan laughed. "Little Song, you're so funny!"
No matter how many times he tried, he would always try to figure out what Song Yu was really trying to say. As a result, he was completely distracted when he was ordering. Xia Zhixu, who was sitting opposite him, called out his name several times before Le Zhishi came back to his senses.
"What?"
Xia Zhixu smiled. "Do you want something to drink?"
Le Zhishi shook his head. "I just drank milk tea."
"I see." Xia Zhixu looked down at the menu. "Then I'll have two green citrus colas. This daifu looks good. I'll have one. There's also Nagasaki cake, matcha red bean doryaki …"
Song Yu stopped him. "Are you here for Japanese food or dessert?"
Xia Zhixu held the menu and smiled. "Xu Qichen has low blood sugar and can eat sweets. I'm used to eating out with him. Sorry, sorry."
After saying that, he moved the menu over to Le Zhishi. "Le, what do you want to eat? This restaurant's ramen is good. "
"He's allergic to wheat. He can't eat noodles." Song Yu glanced at the menu and chose a dish that Le Zhishi didn't seem to dislike. He ordered it on his own accord.
"That's terrible." Xia Zhixu counted all the wheat products that he knew. "Doesn't that mean he can't even drink beer?"
"Minors can't drink in the first place." Xu Qichen poured a cup of barley tea for Le Zhishi and pushed it over. He smiled at him. "There's no flour in the daifu. It's glutinous rice with fruit and cream. You should like it."
Le Zhishi also smiled. "Well, I like glutinous rice."
In fact, Le Zhishi also liked these two seniors very much. Although they were not from the same school and had only met once, whether it was talking or making eye contact, these two people didn't show too much curiosity and inquisitiveness. They were very amiable and maintained a very subtle balance, which made Le Zhishi feel very comfortable.
The waiter brought the green citrus cola and two glasses with ice cubes. Xia Zhixu thanked him, but didn't give Xu Qichen's to him directly. Instead, he poured the ice from one of the glasses into the other.
This action seemed to make Xu Qichen unhappy, but he just looked at Xia Zhixu and frowned.
"Then I'll leave you a piece?" Xia Zhixu raised his wrist and left the last piece of ice in the glass. "Don't drink too much cold. If you eat spicy food later, it'll be troublesome if your stomach hurts."
Xu Qichen didn't respond. After Xia Zhixu finished speaking, he poured out the soda and put the glass with only one piece of ice in it next to Xu Qichen's hand.
Le Zhishi watched their every move and felt a little confused, but even the point of confusion was very vague. He also had friends, such as Jiang Yufan. He also saw friends together, but the two people in front of him were different.
There seemed to be a transparent thread connecting them. Fingers to fingers, mouth to mouth, eyebrows to eyebrows, it was everywhere. The thread was intertwined. One person's hair, the other person's whole body was affected.
How strange. Compared to such a strange connection, Le Zhishi found that it was even stranger that he could detect this connection.
Xia Zhixu took a sip of coke. The sour taste of the citrus made his face scrunch up. He looked at Song Yu, "You did well in the mid-term examination. I heard that you are very good at mathematics."
"It's okay." Song Yu talked with him about the science questions. Xu Qichen ate his ramen in silence.
The waiter served a fire platter grilled sushi with six different flavors. Le Zhishi picked Song Yu's favorite sweet prawn sushi and put it in his bowl. He ate the avocado sushi in one bite. The sliced avocado was drizzled with soy sauce and salad dressing and covered with a tight and sweet vinegar rice ball. Although it was vegetarian, it had a smooth and dense texture after being grilled with a spray gun. It had a little caramel aroma and melted in his mouth.
"Is it good?" Xu Qichen asked.
Le Zhishi nodded while chewing. He saw Xia Zhixu pick up a piece for Xu Qichen, "You'll know after you try it. Eat more."
Xu Qichen added, "Le eats very well."
Le Zhishi swallowed the food in his mouth, "Because of my allergy, I can't eat a lot of good food. There are very few things that I can eat. I have to taste it carefully and eat more. Only then will I not lose out to others."
Song Yu took a sip of tea, "Gluttony and a twisted logic."
Xia Zhixu very much agreed with Le Zhishi's statement. He clinked his cup with Le Zhishi's, revealing his canine teeth with a smile. "I like this statement. People who respect and enjoy delicious food are particularly lovely."
Song Yu poured another cup of hot tea for Le Zhishi to drink. Le Zhishi wanted to leave some space for his stomach to eat. But he didn't drink half of the tea until it was cold. In the end, Song Yu drank it and poured a new cup, "If you don't drink it, you can't eat any dessert."
Le Zhishi had no choice but to swallow the crab yukari in his mouth. He held the teacup with both hands and drank it slowly.
"You're a fierce brother." Xia Zhixu picked up a piece of fried foie gras sushi for Le Zhishi, "Le, eat this. It's delicious with apple slices."
Le Zhishi thanked him and took a bite according to Xia Zhixu's method. He didn't like animal liver. He didn't even eat foie gras in Lin Rong's restaurant. But now, he felt that it wasn't good to refuse. But after taking a bite, he found that it was completely different from what he had imagined.
The texture of the foie gras was very dense, even a little similar to the texture of a very dense cheesecake, but the taste was the aroma of animal fat mixed with black pepper and rock salt. The taste was mellow, and the apple slices balanced the greasy feeling very well. Together with the refreshing vinegar rice, it was unexpectedly delicious.
"It's delicious." Le Zhishi looked up at Xia Zhixu and smiled, his eyes bright.
"Right? Brother doesn't lie."
Sure enough, preconceived prejudices were likely to lead to missed opportunities and regrets.
Just as he was eating wholeheartedly, the three senior high school students talked about the college entrance examination. It seemed that this was indeed a topic that couldn't be avoided.
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