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After passing through a smoke-filled street, Le Zhishi finally saw Song Yu at the traffic light at the intersection.
Probably for the speech, he wore a more formal black shirt tucked into his trousers. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, showing off his long legs and narrow waist. He stood out in the crowd.
Le Zhishi didn't want to celebrate his classmate's birthday, not to mention knowing that Song Yu was going to give a speech, it was even more impossible for him to go. But Song Yu rejected his parents' attempt to accompany him, so it was even more impossible for him to do so.
So Le Zhishi could only follow him secretly. There should be a lot of people at the venue anyway, and he wouldn't be able to find him if he hid inside.
The light turned green, and the two maintained a distance of ten meters as they entered the subway station one after the other. He was worried that Song Yu would call for a taxi. Fortunately, it was public transportation, otherwise he would have to tell his driver to follow the car in front like a stalker in a movie.
Squeezing into the next carriage at the last moment, Le Zhishi hid behind an old man and peeked at Song Yu. The old man followed his line of sight and looked forward, then looked back at him suspiciously.
Le Zhishi pulled his hood and moved half a step, changing his cover from the old man to an office worker scrolling through his phone.
The interior of the Line 2 carriage was decorated in girly pink. Even the pillars were pink. Song Yu, who was dressed in black, gave off a very strange feeling of incongruity. It was as if there was a natural barrier around him, isolating him from everything. Le Zhishi was so focused on looking that he didn't realize that he was also dressed in black.
They were like two abrupt black dots in a pink bubble.
The bubble burst, and the two black dots crawled out. The older one was in front, and the younger one was behind the crowd. They got off at a subway station with many exits and many people. When they went up the stairs, there was a young mother in front of Le Zhishi. She was carrying a large backpack, an oversized suitcase in one hand, and a three or four-year-old child in the other hand. She stopped several times because she couldn't walk.
"Sigh, really … Excuse me." A white-collar worker who was in a hurry to get to work complained and bypassed the mother to squeeze to the front.
"I'm sorry." The young woman tightened her grip on the child and stepped aside. "You can pass first."
Le Zhishi was originally at the back. He also followed the people in front of him who were in a hurry to leave. But in the end, he stopped in front of the young mother. "Let me help you." He helped to lift the box and walked beside her. The young mother kept thanking him, and the children were also very cute. They looked up at him and thanked him.
The stairs were very long. After reaching the top, Le Zhishi put down the box. When he looked forward again, he could no longer see Song Yu.
Oh no, I forgot about the stalking.
Le Zhishi stretched his neck and looked around, but he couldn't find Song Yu's figure no matter how hard he tried. Le Zhishi tried to walk forward a little more, circling around and around. Unknowingly, he came to a chain milk tea shop near the exit. Next to it was the lost and found counter, but there was no lost item and no staff.
He still lost him.
There was no chance of watching the speech.
Le Zhishi tried hard to do some thinking in his mind, trying not to be too disappointed. Desserts would make him feel better, so he decided to buy a cup of milk tea and go home. He would treat this as an early morning stroll.
"Hello, what would you like to drink?"
"Hmm …" Le Zhishi looked down at the menu. "Five sweet milk green with rare coconut."
After ordering, he subconsciously reached into his trouser pocket, but found it empty.
He seemed to have left his phone on the sofa.
Seeing that the staff was already busy, Le Zhishi frantically searched his body, hoping that he might have accidentally left his money behind when he wore this outfit last time.
But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find anything. He wished that a big hand would appear behind him right now, pick him up and shake him vigorously. It would be good if he could shake something out of him.
The staff pushed the milk tea over with both hands. "Hello, your milk tea."
"Ah, thank you." Le Zhishi's hand froze in mid-air, not knowing whether to reach out or not.
The staff smiled. "Would you like to pay by cash, Alipay, or WeChat?"
Le Zhishi's ears turned red. He looked like he was seriously thinking, but in fact, his mind was filled with the possibility of going back to get the money and send it back. "Hmm …"
"WeChat."
A familiar voice came from behind him.
He turned around abruptly and saw Song Yu coldly scanning the QR code on his phone. After scanning, he took the milk tea, put it to his mouth with a straw, and took a big gulp. He turned around and walked away as if Le Zhishi did not exist.
"Hey …" Le Zhishi turned around and followed him. "My milk tea …"
Song Yu frowned and stopped in his tracks. He looked at the cup of milk tea and seemed a little disgusted. "It's so sweet."
How could it be five parts sweet? Le Zhishi did not say anything. Song Yu stretched out his hand and handed him the milk tea. Le Zhishi immediately took it with both hands and followed him closely. "Why are you here?"
Song Yu pointed to the workstation next to the milk tea shop behind him. "Lost and found."
Le Zhishi looked back and quickly turned his head again. He saw Song Yu raise his eyebrows and counterattacked. "Why are you following me?"
"I …" Le Zhishi was stumped, but he could not hide it. "I just wanted to take a look. I won't disturb you. I'll go home myself after I'm done. You didn't let Uncle and Auntie come, so you definitely didn't let me come. So, I was forced to secretly follow you. "His voice became softer." And you didn't tell me. "
The two of them walked out of the station side by side. The light shone on them, and it was very bright. Song Yu narrowed his eyes. "Tell you what?"
"About you participating in the City's Three Good Candidates Election Speech." Le Zhishi took a sip of milk tea. "I almost didn't know about it."
Song Yu said casually. "The people who have an appointment are not on my list."
Le Zhishi felt that Song Yu was implying something, but his first reaction was to deny it. "I didn't make an appointment!" He was a little angry and rushed forward. "I didn't agree to go. Song Yu gege, you misunderstand me every time. The last time at the school hospital, it was also … "
A bicycle quickly rode past the side of the road. Song Yu quickly grabbed the man's arm and pulled him to his side. Only then was he able to avoid the danger.
"I know." Song Yu let go of Dong Xuebing's arm. "Watch the road, little social butterfly."
Dong Xuebing was mocking him. Dong Xuebing must be mocking him.
Just when Le Zhishi was about to explode, he heard Song Yu say again.
"Remember to bring your mobile phone the next time you follow someone secretly."
Song Yu looked at the traffic light in the distance. When the light changed color, he took a step forward. "I won't look for you if you get lost again."
Hearing the word 'again', Le Zhishi could not hold back his anger.
When he was five years old, he followed Song Yu to the park to play. He wanted to eat ice cream, and Song Yu brought him along to buy ice cream. At that time, a person selling hydrogen balloons passed by with a bunch of beautiful hydrogen balloons in his hand. Le Zhishi's attention was attracted by a small fish-shaped balloon, and he followed behind the person. When Song Yu finished paying, he turned around and could not find Dong Xuebing.
If Song Yu did not find the staff and use the radio to call Le Zhishi's name, he did not know if Dong Xuebing would be able to find him.
That experience gave Le Zhishi the fear of being lost and alone, but he did not know what kind of memory it left in Song Yu.
He only remembered that when the staff at the park led him to meet his brother, the tears on Song Yu's face were still wet.
That was the first and last time he saw Song Yu cry.
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