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This time was different. He wasn't waiting without permission.
Le Zhishi looked up at the girl chatting on her phone. She had a sweet smile on her face. She was probably chatting with her boyfriend. He wanted to bite the end of his pen but stopped himself when he thought of Song Yu's face.
It seemed like … he was still a little different from them.
After finishing the last question, the bell rang. Fearing that Song Yu would be waiting, Le Zhishi packed up his schoolbag and came out as fast as he could. However, the next door seemed to be delayed again, and there was no one at the door. Le Zhishi stood at the back door of Grade 12 (5) class and saw Song Yu reading a book with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose. He was slightly nearsighted and didn't need glasses. He only wore them when he needed to use them for a long time.
Le Zhishi liked the way he squinted his eyes and frowned when he wasn't wearing glasses. He didn't know why, but he liked it.
The students in the back row seemed to notice a junior high student standing at the back door. They whispered to each other and turned around. At first, Le Zhishi didn't think anything was wrong until he heard someone whisper, "Isn't that Song Yu's brother?" He felt like he was pricked and immediately covered his eyes. He felt weird covering his eyes, so he hid to the side.
"Why are you more guilty than I am?" The girl was still standing outside the classroom. She didn't seem to be afraid that her girlfriend would be caught. "This is Peiya's place. I'm Peiya's student. It's reasonable for me to stand here."
Le Zhishi thought for a moment. "That's true." So he stood next to the girl. In less than two seconds, he took a step to the right and put some distance between them.
When the class was finally over, the teacher walked out and deliberately looked at Le Zhishi's face. The other students in the classroom were very active after class. Song Yu, on the other hand, was slowly 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 stared at, so he didn't think much of it. Instead, he answered their questions one by one. "Yes, yes, these are real eyelashes."
There was a huge crowd outside the window. Qin Yan was watching intently from the inside. He began to tease Song Yu again. "Your younger brother's popularity is really not any worse than yours. He's popular with both seniors and juniors."
Song Yu didn't say anything. He picked up his bag and walked out. When Le Zhishi saw him coming out of the window, he immediately stretched out his arms and waved. His eyes lit up as he squeezed out between the two of them. "Excuse me, 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. It drilled straight into their necks and ankles. It was impossible to avoid it. When he went downstairs, Le Zhishi noticed that the girl from the next class was walking side by side with a third-year senior who wasn't 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 again. He wanted to say something. It was very strange, but he couldn't think of anything to say. In the end, he just asked, "Are my eyes still very ugly?"
Song Yu stared at him and remained silent. He was stared at so much that he covered his right eye. Then, he heard Song Yu chuckle.
It was very strange.
There were a lot of people at the school. They separated from the bicycle parking lot at the school gate to look for their own cars. Le Zhishi took out his keys to open the door. However, he found that something was wrong. Song Yu walked over while holding the bicycle. He didn't look surprised at all when he saw him squatting there and fiddling with 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 shady, I have a reasonable suspicion that Wang Jie and the others did it."
It was obvious. What shady or shady was it? Song Yu got on the bicycle. "Get in."
"What about my car?" Although he asked this, Le Zhishi had already locked his bicycle.
"We'll talk about it during the day."
Le Zhishi obediently sat in the back seat and offered to help Song Yu carry his bag. He didn't expect the bag to be heavier than expected. It was heavy enough to break a rock with his thigh. 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 young.
Riding the bicycle out of the school, Le Zhishi hid behind Song Yu and laughed.
The various snack stalls in front of the school gate were almost set up into a small night market. The stoves were set up to warm up the wet and cold 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 up and down, and the aroma went straight into people's nostrils. The duck neck was cooked in the stew. It was then skewered and rolled over an open fire. It was brushed with chili oil and sprinkled with spices. The spirit was there. There was also a pot of three delicacies and vermicelli stewing in the clay pot. When the lid was lifted, the fresh aroma filled the air.
Sitting in the back seat, Le Zhishi thought of something. He turned around and asked, "Brother Song Yu, 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 Brother Qin Yan." Hearing the sound of the board knocking, Le Zhishi glanced at a new target. He said while walking, "He often gives me snacks."
Song Yu didn't respond.
Le Zhishi found something. "Top cake!" He excitedly patted Song Yu's back a few times and asked him to stop.
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 cylindrical shape, and on top of it was a wooden lid with a hollow long handle. The old 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 quickly 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, "The first time you ate this, you were almost scalded."
"Really?" He turned his head. He had no impression of it at all. "I don't 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 particularly soft. "At that time, Dad was holding you. You said that this toy was fun and reached out to touch it. You cried because you were scalded by the steam."
He seemed to have some recollection. "Then what were you doing at that time?"
While they were talking, the cake was steamed. 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 passed the cake to him. "You will cry." After that, he walked towards the bicycle.
"I won't cry now." Le Zhishi followed behind him. Thinking of what happened in the afternoon, he patched himself up. "… Unless you want to tease me."
"I don't have that kind of 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 scalding. Le Zhishi wanted to eat it while it was hot. When he opened it, 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 glutinous. The brown sugar inside was half-melted. It had a kind of simple and thick sweetness. In Le Zhishi's heart, the melted sugar was like the dew on a lotus leaf. When he was young, he thought that the small piece of transparent and beautiful dew must be sweet. The brown sugar could be compared to the sticky layer of honey on a roasted sweet potato. It tasted twice as good 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 in the same place with his mouth open. White steam was coming 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. He thought it was too sweet and threw it to Le Zhishi. He rode the bicycle and took him home.
"Can I 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 reply. When they were about to enter the neighborhood, he made a sound of acknowledgment. The two went upstairs together. Lin Rong and Song Jin hadn't returned yet. Le Zhishi changed his shoes and collapsed 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 made a comfortable sound. 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.
Le Zhishi shook his head and sat next to Nakajima. The little Pomeranian climbed up and snuggled into his arms.
"I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time."
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 Maocai." The little Pomeranian's head was lying on Nakajima. Le Zhishi stroked 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 then 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 abrasions on his fist hurt a little when they 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 it was in the pot, the whole kitchen seemed to come alive. Ginger and garlic sizzled into the melted red oil, and the aroma filled the air. While it was still hot, he poured in boiling water, and the red soup was boiling in the pot.
He added some seasonings. Song Yu tasted the saltiness, and then he put in the various ingredients that had been cut.
While the vegetables were cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks and mixed them with gluten-free flour. Then he handed the egg whites and the eggbeater to Le Zhishi and gave him a meaningful look.
Whipping the egg whites was Le Zhishi's favorite work. It would make him feel better quickly. Because it was a wonderful experience to watch the egg whites gradually turn from liquid to fluffy and finally like clouds.
"It's done." Le Zhishi picked up the eggbeater and pulled out a small sharp hook from the whipped "clouds." 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 it 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 very tasty. It was numb and spicy, and he ate until his back was covered in sweat. Taking advantage of the stimulation in his mouth, he stuffed a muffin wrapped in syrup into his mouth. It was soft and fluffy, like a cake that had been squeezed into thick slices. It tasted delicious.
The uncomfortable mood that had been in him since early morning was 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. When he came back, he was holding a gauze bag filled with ice. "Take this and apply it to your eyes."
As expected, he still mentioned it. Le Zhishi took the ice bag and thanked him in a muffled voice. He put his elbows on the table and applied it to his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but look up. "Is it ugly?"
Song Yu ate seriously. "You know it too."
He didn't care about his disfigurement in front of others, but Le Zhishi was very afraid that Song Yu would see his swollen eyes. He didn't even know why he would despise him for him. Le Zhishi sighed. He 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 this 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 paused. He tightened his grip on the ice bag 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 him, he didn't want to say either. Even if he really called Lin Rong or Song Jin, Le Zhishi could still refuse to 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, so 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 child who was bullied didn't have parents, 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. Adults had already scolded too many times. 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 promise unwillingly. However, they didn't care whether they were upset or how upset they were at that time.
Scolding and caring, Song Yu was not suitable for either.
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 describe the feeling. 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 alone. I didn't manage to 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 didn't cry. I was just 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 in the mirror for a long time. They were still bruised and looked very ugly.
Song Yu drew the curtains and lay down 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. Without opening his eyes, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"I want to sleep with you," Le Zhishi said directly, but he didn't step in.
In the past, Song Yu would have rejected him, but he didn't today. He lay down 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 crawl onto Song Yu's bed with a pillow and stay close to him. That way, he wouldn't be so scared. It was only during those times that he wouldn't be rejected.
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