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Le Zhishi came to Song Yu's side without warning, along with the heavy rain.
He remembered very clearly that he was the one who opened the door that night. The unexpected rain poured in on a summer night, wetting his hair. His father had a child in his arms, wrapped tightly in a coat. After entering the door, he squatted down and hugged Song Yu.
Song Yu lifted the coat a little in confusion. "Who is this?"
A pair of eyes peeked out from under the coat, like glass beads.
"This is my younger brother."
The six-year-old Song Yu gained a younger brother overnight. He was soft and beautiful, looking like a little angel from a fairytale. His light brown hair was curled, and he could only speak English with a childish voice.
In contrast to this little guy, Song Yu was not born with a lively personality. He was not noisy and did not talk much. His elders and relatives always said that his personality was not 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 much 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 did not like him, but it was not to the point of hating him.
Most of the time, he silently observed.
It was strange. His eyelashes were too curly.
Why did this little thing have so much trouble talking? He looked so clumsy.
Was he as stupid as this 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 of his visit, Le Zhishi suddenly cried non-stop. He cried for his parents. No one could coax him.
"Don't cry." As soon as Song Yu approached, Le Zhishi stretched out his arms to hug him. However, Song Yu couldn't carry him, so he wrapped himself around Song Yu like a glutinous rice cake.
"Your crying is giving me a headache." Song Yu was in despair. 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 did not reply. He was only thinking about the meaning of this sentence in his heart. Soon, Song's dad gave him a more precise answer.
"His parents are gone. He has no home to return to."
He understood what she meant by "not here".
Song Yu's frown deepened. He looked up at the stairs and then back at his father.
"Will he leave in the future?"
Song's dad shook his head. "This will be his home in the future."
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 child with much empathy.
After returning to his room, he hugged a pillow and nestled on the small sofa. Song's dad's words circled 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 her small head was poking out pitifully, and she even let out a silly cry and hiccup.
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. But 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 after Le Zhishi recovered from his shock. Once it struck, 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. His father had brought it back from abroad for him. 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 after another. Suddenly, he would tremble when there was thunder, and the cake would fall. He would be stunned for a second, 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 picked it up 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. "There's no more."
In the end, he ate the other half in the same way. The corners of his mouth were covered in 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. There was a little burden, but also a little joy and pride. 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 got into 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 nestling relationship with this boy who was three years older than him. When there was thunder, 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. It might be good to have another little brother. Even if he was a little clingy and kept leaning against him, he didn't hate it. He could take him to Jiangtan Park to fly a kite, look at the reeds, and take him to the Mathematical Olympiad class, but this little thing definitely wouldn't understand a 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 Le Zhishi's breathing. His little hand tightly gripped his arm, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. Song Yu was scared. His first reaction was to run out of bed and smash his parents' door.
The sound of the ambulance was even more terrifying than thunder. Song Yu was lost in it all night. It was as if his ears were ringing. He didn't listen to advice and insisted on following, so he ran behind the adults and watched as Le Zhishi was carried by his father. He was so small, and his eyes were closed. His lips were no longer a beautiful pink.
Everything in the emergency room was very chaotic. In his memory, it was like a chaotic scene edited quickly. Everything was gray, and the sound of his heartbeat and Le Zhishi's sad breathing were background sounds.
It wasn't until the doctor came out and told them that everything was fine. His mother stood up in tears and his father put out his cigarette that Song Yu's heart finally calmed down.
"Our preliminary diagnosis is food allergy asthma. We checked the allergen and found that this child has a very serious wheat allergy. In theory, he shouldn't eat any food containing wheat. A mild clinical reaction could be diarrhea and hives. If it's more serious, it could lead to asthma, just like this time. How can you, as his parents, not pay attention to these things? "
Lin Rong wiped away her tears and didn't say anything. Le Zhichi hadn't eaten anything made of flour for the past few days. They basically ate vegetables, fruits, and rice paste. The child's parents had left so suddenly that they didn't even know.
"We'll be careful next time," Song's father said in a hoarse voice.
"Allergies can be big or small. The child is only three years old. It's not a joke." The doctor continued to ask, "Did he eat anything today that he shouldn't have?"
"I don't think so …" Lin Rong was also puzzled, but she couldn't think of any wheat products no matter how hard she tried.
A string in Song Yu's mind snapped. He suddenly understood that he was the most terrible criminal in the world. He almost killed his brother who relied on him so much. He thought that he was just coaxing him with his favorite cake, but what he fed him was poison.
"He … he ate the cake. I gave it to him." Song Yu had never been so anxious in his life, but he still confessed his "crime," even if it was really unintentional.
The doctor sighed. "This kind of situation is common. He's a child. Didn't he feed a little goldfish too much and the fish died the next day? He didn't do it intentionally. "
This example didn't reduce little Song Yu's burden. Instead, it made it worse.
"According to the symptoms of this illness, he probably ate a lot." The doctor comforted him again. "You probably liked your brother too much, so you fed him so much cake. Remember, don't do it next time. "
The child's self-blame and burden made Song Yu understand for the first time that liking someone could also cause harm.
He thought that he was taking in a poor stray dog and holding an umbrella for it during a rainstorm, but in fact, what he stretched out was a hand that spread fish food without restraint. He was full of joy, but in the end, what he waited for might be a small fish that lost its life and floated up.
Although his parents didn't blame him, they comforted him like the doctor and told him that it was nothing. But from that day on, Song Yu still consciously distanced himself from his brother. It was too close. He couldn't tell why. Maybe it was because he couldn't calm down the fear and self-blame that night, or maybe it was because he understood what restraint was.
He understood it much earlier than many adults.
After growing up, Song Yu often felt that he was born to keep a distance from the world. He held a thin thread in his hand that connected him to some of the people he needed in his life. Everything was set in black, white, and gray.
Only Le Zhishi's unexpected visit was out of fate. It was a sudden rainstorm. Some people said that this was the unfinished brotherhood of a previous life, and they bumped into each other in this life. Therefore, there was a special thread in his hand. It was thin and red, as if it would be blown away by the wind. In the end, it didn't belong to him, so not only did he hold it, he also tried to maintain it.
He just chose the stupidest, but safest way.
"You guys come with me to the office. What are the others looking at? Didn't you hear the bell? Go back to your morning self-study! "
Jiang Yufan couldn't understand why Le Zhishi would fight with others. This was not his style at all. He would believe it if someone said that he was possessed by a ghost. Not only him, but the whole class was confused when they heard about this.
"Who fought? Le Zhishi? You must be kidding … "
"No way, let alone fighting, Le Zhishi wasn't even late. Oh, except for the first day of school."
"I heard that he was helping the student from the next class who skipped a grade. I don't usually see the two of them interacting. Was it worth fighting with someone like Wang Jie for him?"
"It was one against four."
"Damn, Le is awesome."
There were also people leaning against the window of Group 4 to look at the high school building opposite. The administrative offices of the head teacher and the head teacher were on the second and third floors of the building opposite.
"I can't see anything …"
"He's probably still lecturing? Maybe he'll come out later and write a self-reflection in the corridor. "
Jiang Yufan was very anxious and uneasy. He heard the girl in front of him talk about the other person involved.
"Cheng Mingming. He has a feud with Wang Jie for a long time. They were elementary school classmates. The last time I ate in the cafeteria, I heard him say that Wang Jie's family was very poor and that he stole his money. "
"Really? Then this … "
"Anyway, Wang Jie is not to be trifled with. He said that Cheng Mingming's parents don't care about him. I feel that Le has been cheated this time and got involved in this kind of thing. Maybe when the time comes, both sides will go back on their words and Le will be in the wrong. "
Hearing that his parents don't care about him, Jiang Yufan felt something. He was worried that Le Zhishi would be at a disadvantage, so he stood up and said that he had a stomachache to go to the toilet. In fact, he ran to the opposite school building.
In the office, Cheng Mingming, who was bullied, stuttered. The head teacher couldn't get an answer no matter how hard he tried.
"What happened? Why did they fight? "
Cheng Mingming shook his head desperately. "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't hit anyone."
This was not the first time that Cheng Mingming and Wang Jie had a conflict. The head teacher was not unaware of it. When he saw them, he guessed most of it. But this matter was strange because of Le Zhishi's involvement. This child was famous for being an obedient and sensible student. All the teachers who had taught him before knew this.
Wang Qian, the head teacher, was also called over. The head teacher glanced at him. "He's from your class. You can ask him yourself."
Wang Qian knew Le Zhishi's character well, so he didn't go up to him and blame him indiscriminately.
"Le Zhishi, what happened?"
"Why did you fight with a classmate? This isn't your style. "
Le Zhishi lowered his head. The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried. He opened his mouth, as if he didn't want to give a reason, but his attitude was very good. He directly admitted his mistake. "Miss Wang, I violated the school rules. I can write a self-reflection letter as punishment and stay in school for probation. You can deal with it directly."
Who knew that at this moment, someone would suddenly appear at the door and shout a report. Everyone turned around and saw Jiang Yufan's anxious face. "Teacher, Le Zhishi saw Cheng Mingming being bullied by Wang Jie. That's why he went to the bathroom. He didn't start this!"
Le Zhishi was afraid that Jiang Yufan would be dragged into this, so he immediately said to Wang Qian, "Teacher, Jiang Yufan wasn't there."
Jiang Yufan was anxious. "I wasn't there, but someone saw it. A lot of students saw it."
Wang Qian glanced at Le Zhishi and said to Jiang Yufan, "Go back to class. This has nothing to do with you."
Although Jiang Yufan was unwilling, he had no other choice. He glanced at Le Zhishi worriedly and left unhappily.
The homeroom teacher from the next class didn't seem to want to interrogate this as an important matter. First, she judged that Cheng Mingming wasn't at fault and told the Dean to go back to study. Then, she questioned Wang Jie.
Wang Jie was originally listless from the beating and kept wiping the blood from his mouth with a tissue. However, after being interrogated, he was rebellious. "What did I do? This has nothing to do with him. He came up to me himself. I told them to leave, but he came back and punched me. He's crazy. "
His sidekick chimed in, "Yes! It was Le Zhishi who attacked first! "
"We were trying to stop the fight. I don't know why he went crazy and came up to hit us."
"Teacher, if you don't believe me, you can ask the people who were trying to stop the fight in the bathroom. They saw who started it."
"It was me," Le Zhishi admitted frankly. "I just wanted to hit him."
As soon as he said this, the other teachers in the office looked askance.
Wang Qian didn't expect it. He felt that the Le Zhishi standing in front of him was a different person.
"I don't want to spend time here arguing with you about who did more wrong and who did less wrong." The Dean clasped his hands behind his back and went through the situation according to his own thoughts. "Wang Jie, you brought people to bully Cheng Mingming. Le Zhishi, you stood up for Cheng Mingming, right? But you caused a fight. You and Wang Jie both made serious mistakes in this matter and will be given a serious demerit. Your homeroom teacher will deal with the rest. "
Then, he looked at Miss Wang. "Call the parents if you need to. Call the parents if you need to."
Miss Wang nodded and watched the Dean leave. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he took Le Zhishi to the teachers' pantry next door. "I'll take you to the school hospital to deal with the wound on your face."
"It's okay, Teacher," Le Zhishi said. "The door will open in a while. I can go there myself."
Miss Wang poured a glass of water for him. "If it was someone who usually fights and causes trouble, I would have called the parents to deal with it. Things aren't that simple if you can force the rabbit into a corner."
Le Zhishi held the paper cup and was silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "Teacher, I don't want to say it, but I promise you that I will never fight with students again. You can punish me however you want. "
"Then I'll call the parents?" Wang Qian put down the cup and looked at Le Zhishi.
"I …" Le Zhishi also looked up at him. "Yes, but my parents are out of town these few days. We can only wait for them to come back …"
"Okay." Wang Qian looked at him. "As your homeroom teacher, I respect that you have your reasons for not wanting to say it, but you have to know that violence is not a good way to solve problems, no matter when. If the other party insults you, you can tell me. If you don't trust me, you can also ask others for help. Do you understand? "
Le Zhishi knew that he had a problem and nodded.
"Okay, I understand."
He stayed in the pantry to finish writing his self-reflection. When he left, the morning self-study session had already ended. Le Zhishi went to the school hospital alone to deal with his wound. When he returned to the classroom, before Wang Qian's language class began, he read the self-reflection to the class.
"Go back to your seat." Miss Wang stood at the podium. "This fight has also sounded the alarm for the rest of us. Don't stand up for others. If you encounter any school violence, inform the teacher immediately. Don't try to fight violence with violence."
Although it was a fight, Le Zhishi's popularity made almost everyone stand on his side. This incident quickly spread among the students. Most of them directly regarded him as a hero who acted bravely for a just cause. No one knew the real reason Le Zhishi attacked, and no one wanted to know. They just wanted to grab a fresh topic to talk about in the boring school life.
After class, it was time to do the exercises between classes. Jiang Yufan ran to Le Zhishi's seat. "Do your eyes hurt? Let's go to the supermarket to buy a popsicle and apply it. " He reached out to touch Le Zhishi's eyes, but he was afraid of hurting him. Seeing Le Zhishi shake his head honestly, he pitied him. "You hit him too hard. Why didn't you wait for me?"
"I also made him bleed." Le Zhishi recounted the battle in a serious manner.
"He must have offended you. What happened? You usually don't participate in these things. Tell me, and I'll find a chance to avenge you. "
But no matter how he asked, Le Zhishi refused to say anything. Jiang Yufan's guess was similar to his own. If it weren't for his parents, Le Zhishi definitely wouldn't have fought. He calmly changed the topic. "Your sweet osmanthus looks delicious."
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