Little Cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. It has been two months since the results of the San Hao Award were announced. Le Zhishi was overjoyed when he saw the list of winners on the bulletin board. That day, his mind was filled with the words, "My brother won the award," and "Of course my brother will win the award."
Autumn here was just like spring, lasting no more than two weeks. Sometimes, it would change from summer to winter in just one day. The only thing that proved the existence of autumn was the scent of osmanthus in the entire city. It lingered in the cold autumn wind.
Yang and Qi Zhe had two large osmanthus trees planted in their small courtyard. One was a glistening yellow osmanthus tree, while the other was a redder osmanthus tree. During the monthly break, Le Zhishi and Song Yu were called by Lin Rong to pick osmanthus trees.
The two were woken up early in the morning. Coincidentally, they were wearing the same sweater that Lin Rong bought last year. Song Yu's was black, while Le Zhishi's was milky white.
Lin Rong spread a large clean tablecloth around the osmanthus trees in the courtyard. The two boys used thin bamboo poles to knock on the branches. Golden powder sprinkled down amidst the fragrance. Le Zhishi liked to do this since he was a child. Although other flowers were also fragrant, osmanthus was different. Its fragrance was sweet and seemed to be connected to the taste buds.
"Enough, enough." Lin Rong smiled and put away a cloth full of osmanthus flowers. "There's not much left. Leave some for me to smell."
The two boys stopped. Song Yu put away the bamboo pole. He turned his head and saw Le Zhishi's fluffy hair covered with osmanthus flowers. It was a glistening yellow, like a layer of maple syrup on a Souffle. He quietly reached out his hand. The end of the bamboo pole swayed from behind and finally knocked on the back of Le Zhishi's head.
Le Zhishi suddenly covered his head and turned around. The osmanthus flowers on his head fluttered, but he still saw the bamboo pole that Song Yu had put away. "You hit me."
Song Yu did not have the slightest intention to admit it. He had already put his bamboo pole behind his back. With his hands clasped behind his back, he did not say anything.
"Aunt Rong, my brother knocked on my head." Le Zhishi chased after her, the bamboo pole in his hand fell to the ground, sending osmanthus flowers flying.
Lin Rong helplessly smiled. "Hey, watch out for the flowers!"
Instead of stepping on the flowers, Le Zhishi ran over and stepped on a corner of the tablecloth. Le Zhishi slipped and fell forward. Fortunately, Song Yu caught him.
The sweet fragrance smashed into his chest, and the fine petals hidden in the fibers of Song Yu's sweater were also knocked out by Le Zhishi's fall. They were like little thoughts that spilled out, unnoticed.
"Stop fooling around." Song Yu held his elbow and helped him stand up.
"You were the one who started it." Le Zhishi did not let him off.
Song Yu glanced at him. "I wanted to remind you that there are a lot of flowers on your head."
"Aren't you the same?"
In the end, the two of them lowered their heads and patted off the osmanthus flowers on their heads.
There were two large pots of flowers, mixed with many withered flowers and flower stems. The three of them sat at the table in the empty dining room and began to pick while chatting. The petals were only the size of rice grains, and the flower stems and stems were even finer. Le Zhishi picked until his eyes were about to go dizzy, but it seemed like there was no end to it.
"I know why this is delicious." Le Zhishi turned his neck. "It's not the flowers that are delicious, it's the time."
"That's a very good saying." Lin Rong was a little surprised and a little emotional. "The time spent makes the food more delicious. In fact, it's not just about making food. It's the same for everything. "
Song Yu thought of the "The Little Prince" that he read to Le Zhishi when he was a child. He probably did not remember it himself, but the words of these bedtime readings were still retained in his mind.
[You spent so much time on your roses, and that's why your roses are so important.]
Sometimes, he wondered if this was also their relationship. The time and companionship that he had spent on her had become sunk costs that he could not give up now.
The golden osmanthus flowers were picked in a large pot. After washing and drying, they were beautiful and clean. Lin Rong sprinkled a little salt and mixed the osmanthus flowers to get rid of the astringent taste. Song Yu and Le Zhishi disinfected the glass jar with boiling water. The processed flowers were divided into two parts. One half was used to make sweet osmanthus flowers, and the other half was used to make sweet osmanthus flowers syrup.
The method of making sweet osmanthus flowers was very simple. A thick layer of osmanthus flowers was placed in the glass jar, followed by a thick layer of white sugar. In this way, a little white wine was poured on top of the white sugar to cap it, and then a lid was placed on it. All that was left was to be brought home and refrigerated in the refrigerator.
"So much sugar." Le Zhishi stared at the glass jar, and the glass tube reflected his face.
"You've worked so hard in school. It's only right to eat more sugar."
Le Zhishi could not help but think of Xu Qichen, who he had eaten with last time.
He looked like he needed to eat more sugar.
The method of making sweet osmanthus flowers syrup was more Japanese. White wine of the same weight and fine sugar were mixed with three times the water until it was slightly sticky. Lin Rong scooped up a spoonful for Le Zhishi to taste. The sweetness was just right, so she poured the osmanthus flowers into it.
"I want to give a bottle to Xu Qichen."
Hearing Le Zhishi suddenly say this, Song Yu looked at him as if asking why.
Before Le Zhishi could answer, Lin Rong, who was stirring the syrup, also remembered the speech and asked Song Yu, "Those two kids also won awards, right?"
"Yes." Song Yu squeezed half a lemon and washed his hands.
"When I heard you mention it last time, I felt that Little Xu was quite pitiful." Lin Rong could not help but sigh. "Of all times, this happened right before high school. If it were any other child, they would definitely not be able to go to school."
Song Yu did not reply. His first reaction was to give Lin Rong a look. Lin Rong realized something and changed the topic. "But this child is smart. He will definitely be good material for Peking University and Tsinghua University in the future."
However, this did not divert Le Zhishi's attention. As Song Yu expected, he asked very directly, "What happened?"
"Nothing." Song Yu helped his mother ladle out the osmanthus syrup and said calmly, "He got into a car accident after his middle school exams and was seriously injured."
His parents had also passed away.
"I see …" Le Zhishi thought of how quiet Xu Qichen was during dinner that day. He was only about the same age as him when he got into the car accident. However, he could not say the words "pitiful" because he did not like to say such words. He felt that Xu Qichen would not like to hear them either.
Lin Rong changed the topic and pushed the lemon juice and wine glass in front of him. "Alright, Le, I'll leave the finishing work to you. The last thing before accompanying your uncle on his business trip is also done. "
Le Zhishi followed her instructions and poured three spoonfuls of lemon juice and two spoonfuls of orange liqueur into the syrup. He then divided them into jars of jam and considered it a great success.
After the sun came out in the afternoon, Le Zhishi and Song Yu sat at the stone table in the small courtyard. One was silently memorizing classical Chinese while the other was doing practice questions. Lin Rong brought out a pot of hot black tea with lemon slices and osmanthus syrup. Le Zhishi drank two large cups and ate a small plate of fried fresh milk drizzled with syrup. He was very satisfied.
The next morning, the first thing Le Zhishi did when he woke up was to see if his sweet osmanthus syrup had melted. When he opened the refrigerator door, the layers of white sugar had indeed melted.
"Amazing." He whispered to himself. Then, he unscrewed the jars one by one according to Lin Rong's instructions and stirred the osmanthus syrup inside.
They spent an entire morning working hard to make six small pots of the flowers that a big tree produced after a year of hard work.
The night before the couple went on their business trip, Le Zhishi excitedly distributed his gifts. "I have two jars of sweet osmanthus syrup. One jar is for senior, and the other jar is for my friend."
"What about your syrup?" Lin Rong asked.
"The syrup is for brother Song Yu!" Le Zhishi already had a plan. Song Yu's room also had a refrigerator. He put the syrup there and found an excuse to go to Song Yu's room to drink tea.
He was a man of action. He carried the syrup upstairs and prepared to stuff it all into Song Yu's refrigerator when he was not there.
When he opened the door, he suddenly found that Song Yu's refrigerator, which was usually empty, was actually filled with a row of yogurt.
It was cheese-flavored.
On Monday, Le Zhishi brought the sweet osmanthus syrup and was careful to not break the glass bottle. He was going to give it to his best friend, Jiang Yufan, at school.
After the monthly exam, their class changed their seats. Now, Le Zhishi was sitting in group four by the window, and Jiang Yufan was sitting in group one by the window. He arrived early for the morning self-study session. He saw that Jiang Yufan's window was open, and he was not there yet. He stood in the corridor, opened his bag, and took out the jar.
The incandescent light in the classroom shone on the sweet osmanthus syrup, making it look especially attractive.
Jiang Yufan's deskmate's eyes lit up when he saw it. "Wow, what's this? It looks delicious. "
Le Zhishi was about to speak when he was suddenly hit in the back. He almost dropped the glass bottle in his hand. His back hurt. Le Zhishi put down the bottle and frowned as he turned around. He saw four boys surrounding a short boy and pushing him toward the bathroom.
"Ignore them," Jiang Yufan's deskmate said to Le Zhishi. "Wang Jie from the next class is a hooligan. The short one is a kid who skipped a grade. I think his name is Cheng Mingming. He's always being bullied. "
"Why?" Le Zhishi asked, still frowning.
"I heard that his family is rich, and his grandparents are taking care of him. I don't know how he got into trouble, but the hooligans in his class are always blackmailing him."
Jiang Yufan's deskmate was very disdainful. "If you have the ability, go challenge the bigger one. What's the point of bullying a kid who doesn't have parents? Isn't that right? "
"You're right," Le Zhishi took out his bag and put it on Jiang Yufan's desk. He turned around and went to the bathroom. Jiang Yufan's deskmate saw that something was wrong. He leaned on the window and wanted to call out to him. "Hey, Le Zhishi!"
He didn't look back. Jiang Yufan's deskmate was puzzled. This student was famous for his good temper. Why was he so brave today? But he didn't dare to follow him. If something really happened, he wouldn't be able to get away with it.
There were a lot of people in the bathroom. There was even a lookout at the door. When Le Zhishi went over, he was stopped. "What are you doing?"
"Washing my hands," Le Zhishi said.
"I'll wash it later." The other party recognized him. After all, he was a famous person in the middle school department. It wasn't good to say something unpleasant. "Can't you see that there's something going on inside?"
Le Zhishi looked innocent. "What's going on?"
The other party was obviously choked by his words. He looked back awkwardly. Le Zhishi took the opportunity to push his arm away. The other party hurriedly pulled, but Le Zhishi shook him off. After all, Le Zhishi always compared himself to Song Yu. That was why he always felt that he was growing slowly. But compared to the boys in the same grade, he had the advantage of height.
"What are you doing?"
The fierce-looking guy with the buzz cut standing in the middle was most likely the Wang Jie that Jiang Yufan's deskmate had mentioned. Le Zhishi calculated in his heart. Calling him by his name showed more respect. After all, he didn't want to fight or cause trouble.
"Wang Jie classmate."
As expected, the buzz cut guy turned his head and looked at him. "What's the matter?"
Le Zhishi nodded like a human alarm clock. "There's still fifteen minutes before morning self-study."
"Do I need you to remind me? Are you the only good student? "Wang Jie said harshly, but he turned around." It's not your business. Don't meddle. "
Seeing that his reminder didn't work, Le Zhishi sighed and said bluntly, "Don't bully your classmates."
"Do you think you're acting in a school drama?" Wang Jie sneered discontentedly, "Don't think that just because some little girls are holding you up, you think you're something?" Then he kicked the student who was huddled in the corner, "Are you familiar with him? He's helping you because he wants to use you to show off, right? "
The few people who followed him also came over and seemed to be ready to block Le Zhishi, but they were still pushed aside by Le Zhishi. He went forward and directly helped the student up from the ground. He found that the bottom of the child's pants pocket was flipped open, so he looked up at Wang Jie. "Return his money to him."
Wang Jie was annoyed. He pushed Le Zhishi hard. "Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in my business!"
Le Zhishi's shoulder blade hit the wall. It hurt so much that he frowned, but he didn't want to get entangled with such people. Besides, they had the advantage in numbers. If they really fought, he would be at a disadvantage.
Le Zhishi had never been in the limelight since he was young. This was very unfamiliar to him. When he encountered something he didn't know what to do, his habit was to imitate it and imagine how he would deal with it if it was Song Yu.
The kid who was beaten was very scared. He stuck to Le Zhishi's back and trembled. Le Zhishi tried to make himself look calmer, like Song Yu always did. "If you just hit someone, it's nothing. In front of the teacher, you can say it was a small conflict between classmates. But if you don't pay the money back, it's robbery. You can go to the police. "
After saying this seriously, Le Zhishi pointed outside. "Look, many people in the corridor saw it. There are also cameras around the corner. If you really call the police, there will be a lot of evidence. "After saying this, he winked and asked Wang Jie," Have you been to the police station? "
Wang Jie suddenly changed his face. Although he was called a gangster by everyone, but in the end, he was a third-year student. He didn't really mix in the society. He had never been to the police station. He was so scared. Although he didn't say it, his heart was still a little flustered. "Fuck, I'll see if you dare to call the police!"
Cheng Mingming, who was bullied, was so scared that he hid behind Le Zhishi. Le Zhishi held his arm tightly. "Even if he doesn't dare, I can take him to the police station. After all, we only need to take a statement."
In fact, he had never been to the police station and didn't understand the process. He only saw the statements in TV dramas. But he saw that Wang Jie was just a paper tiger. He wanted to scare him first.
"You!" Wang Jie choked and cursed. He turned around and ordered his "little brother", "Give it to him. It's just a small amount of money, and he thinks it's a big deal."
The little brother threw the two hundred yuan and one fifty yuan on the ground. Le Zhishi bent down to pick them up for him. He arranged them one by one. "See if there's anything missing."
"Missing my ass!"
Hearing Wang Jie scolding, Le Zhishi just frowned and ignored him. Seeing Cheng Mingming shook his head and whispered that there was nothing missing, he felt that the matter was almost settled. So, he helped the scared kid out of his wits and walked out. Wang Jie felt that his face was not good. Even though it was over, his mouth was still not clean. "So f * cking unlucky …."
Le Zhishi was too lazy to respond. He didn't stop walking. When he reached the door, he heard another sentence.
"Your mother must be dead to let you be so nosy. F * ck."
After hearing this, Le Zhishi only had one thought in his mind. Song Yu wouldn't give him anything good to eat now.
This made Le Zhishi a little depressed. But he didn't say it out loud. If he said it out loud, it would make him seem a little childish. But in Song Yu's eyes, there was another explanation for this depression. For example, he couldn't accept the fact that he was almost killed by Song Yu.
So, the two of them didn't continue the conversation.
When he returned to school in the afternoon, the girls in his class surrounded him and attacked him out of curiosity. Le Zhishi also had a headache. He could only beat around the bush. He didn't directly say that he lost his parents. He only said that his parents had a good relationship and the two families were close, so they stayed at his house temporarily. This wasn't considered a lie.
In fact, he didn't feel that losing his parents was a shameful thing. But once he said it out loud, everyone would definitely show a sympathetic expression. Le Zhishi couldn't get used to this.
He felt that he was quite happy and didn't want to be a pitiful child in the eyes of others.
In addition to being curious about the composition of his family, Le Zhishi didn't expect that a bigger problem would appear — Song Yu's suitors.
There were two teaching buildings in Peiya High School and Junior High School. There was a sky corridor between the two buildings, connecting the third floor of the two buildings. It was the only link between the two buildings. Coincidentally, Song Yu and Le Zhishi's classes happened to be in these two buildings. In this way, it was very convenient to find people across different schools.
Many girls who pursued Song Yu didn't get a response, so they came up with a roundabout way to save their country — plus Le Zhishi's Q · Q to get information from him. To put it nicely, they were asking for help. There were even some who directly went to Le Zhishi's class to block him. Most of them were seniors. Le Zhishi didn't know how to deal with them.
The evening self-study session ended at 9: 30. Everyone was counting the seconds, waiting for the bell to ring, and ran out like a wisp of smoke. Le Zhishi wasn't in a hurry to leave. The evening self-study session in the High School ended at 9: 50. He slowly finished the questions, slowly packed his bag, and dawdled until he was the last to leave in the class.
He was basically like this every day.
When he walked to the sky corridor on the third floor, Le Zhishi hesitated again. He looked up at the lit classroom on the fifth floor of the opposite teaching building. Time also dawdled. Le Zhishi sat in the corridor and read comics. At 9: 50, the bell rang, but there was no movement at the door of Class (5).
The Rocket Class of Senior High School was really tough.
In the end, Le Zhishi rode home alone. Lin Rong simmered yam and pigeon soup, and the room was full of the fresh fragrance. As soon as the door opened, the little Pomeranian ran to Le Zhishi's feet. Le Zhishi picked her up, "Cotton Candy, did you gain weight again? You're so heavy."
"Is it Le? You must be tired. " Lin Rong threw some rice cake slices into the pot. When the rice cake was cooked until it was soft and sticky, she filled a bowl for Le Zhishi. She also cut a red heart dragon fruit and put it in a small bowl.
Le Zhishi sat on the carpet and took the soup bowl from Lin Rong's hands. He asked casually, "Where's Uncle?"
"He went abroad for business. He probably won't be back until next week." Lin Rong patted his head, "He said he'll bring you a gift when he comes back."
Le Zhishi happily took a big gulp and almost scalded his tongue.
"Be careful." Lin Rong put the dragon fruit bowl next to him and went to the kitchen.
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Le Zhishi ate the rice cake soup while watching a variety show. When he finished the big bowl, he heard the sound of the door opening. He immediately put down the bowl and lay on the sofa to look outside.
Song Yu put the key on the porch cabinet, changed his shoes, and came in. The cat in the house heard the noise and raised its head leisurely. It wagged its tail, meowed, and went back to sleep.
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