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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 smoked vegetables." The little Pomeranian's head was lying on the middle island. Le Zhishi touched 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 just 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 scratch on his fist hurt a little when it 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. 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 he put it into the pot, the whole kitchen seemed to come alive. With a sizzling sound, ginger and garlic were added into the melted red oil, and the aroma filled the air. While it was still hot, he poured boiling water into it, and the red soup was boiling in the pot.
After adding some seasoning, Song Yu tasted the saltiness of the seasoning before adding in the various ingredients that had been cut.
While the vegetables were cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks and mixed them with the gluten-free flour. Then, he handed the egg whites and the whisk to Le Zhishi and gave him a meaningful look.
Whipping egg whites was Le Zhishi's favorite activity. It made him feel better quickly. It was a wonderful experience to watch the egg white gradually turn from liquid to fluffy, and finally become like a cloud.
"Alright." Le Zhishi picked up the eggbeater and pulled out a small sharp hook from the whipped "cloud". 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 them 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 extremely tasty. It was numb and spicy, and he ate until his back was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Taking advantage of the stimulation in his mouth, he stuffed another muffin wrapped in syrup into his mouth. It was fluffy and soft, like a cake that had been squeezed into thick slices, and it tasted delicious.
The uncomfortable mood that had been there since early morning was also 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 and came back with a gauze bag in his hand. It was filled with ice. "Take this and apply it to your eyes."
As expected, he still mentioned it. Le Zhishi took the ice pack and thanked him in a muffled voice. He put his elbows on the table and used it to apply to his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but look up. "Is it ugly?"
Song Yu ate seriously. "You know it too."
In front of others, he didn't care about his disfigurement at all, but Le Zhishi was very afraid that Song Yu would see his swollen eyes and even despise him for him. He didn't know why. Le Zhishi sighed and said very regretfully, "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 so 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 stopped. He tightened his grip on the ice pack 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 bite the bullet and not say a word. But for some reason, when Song Yu asked, he said it.
It seemed that he could only show weakness to 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 bullied child didn't have parents to take care of him, 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. He had already scolded too many adults in a dignified manner. 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 make promises that they weren't willing to do, but they didn't care if they were upset or how upset they were at that time.
Song Yu wasn't suitable for scolding or caring.
Looking at Le Zhishi who lowered his head and ate silently, his eyes blinked quickly a few times as if he was enduring something, Song Yu couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. He just realized that the Le Zhishi sitting in front of him didn't seem to be the child who would only hide behind him and cry when he was a child.
"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 by myself. I just couldn't 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'm not crying. I just got 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 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. He didn't even open his eyes. "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 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 are you doing?"
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 for 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. This way, he wouldn't be so scared. It was only during those times that he wouldn't be rejected.
However, Song Yu was afraid of heat and always complained that he was like a hot little ball of meat. He wouldn't let him hug him, so Le Zhishi only used his forehead to press against his back, very restrained to satisfy his need for a sense of security.
This seemed to be the first time he slept with Song Yu on a sunny day. In the end, he was disfigured.
Le Zhishi pressed his forehead. Through his skin and bones, he could feel his brother's heartbeat. It seemed that he could also smell the familiar scent of rain. It was wet and full of hope.
This illusion was like a released hypnotic drug that could make him fall asleep quickly without any hindrance.
It only worked when he lay next to Song Yu.
He couldn't help but fantasize that he didn't need anything. It was as if he could live like this for the rest of his life.
But he knew that he couldn't. He was no longer the three-year-old child who stopped Song Yu from getting married by hook or by crook. He couldn't cry without restraint, and he couldn't speak without thinking for self-satisfaction.
As he thought about it, Le Zhishi fell asleep. Everything in the dream was blurry. His parents who died young, the adults who cast sympathetic gazes, and the children who pushed him. But their voices were very clear.
[Children without parents are so pitiful.]
[So you're an orphan.]
All kinds of voices mixed together to form a black shadow that chased after him in the winding dream. He couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to call out Song Yu's name, just his name, but no sound came out.
"Le Zhishi, Le Zhishi..."
Le Zhishi woke up from the dream with sweat all over his body. In his vision, he saw the grown-up Song Yu. He frowned and took a few deep breaths. "I had a nightmare." He didn't know why, but he thought of a phrase that Jiang Yufan said a few days ago. "It seemed like a ghost was pressing down on the bed."
After that, he turned around coolly. "I'm going to go back to sleep."
Song Yu lay down. In his palm, there was still sweat from Le Zhishi's forehead. He looked at the ceiling. In front of him was Le Zhishi's unconscious appearance.
"Le Zhishi."
When he heard Song Yu call his name, Le Zhishi grunted. His voice was a little nasal, and it sounded like he was acting coquettishly. He cleared his throat to cover it up.
"You were really delicate when you were young. You especially cried. Every time you cried, I had a headache and wanted to send you away."
Song Yu complained, but his tone was very light. Le Zhishi pursed his lips unconsciously. He wanted to refute, but he heard him speak again with a trace of calm doubt.
"How come you don't cry so much now that you've grown up?"
The surrounding classmates were shocked. No one expected Song Yu, who had just spoken on the stage, to appear here at this moment.
The homeroom teacher, Wang Qian, was also a little surprised to see Song Yu. This was also a student he had taught. Back then, he felt that this child was very cold and didn't even have many good friends. He didn't seem like the type to be brave.
Song Yu squatted down and half-hugged Le Zhishi, who could no longer speak. He adjusted his sitting position and took out the medicine from his pocket.
Seeing the medicine, Wang Qian was a little confused. He asked carefully, "Song Yu, can he use this medicine? I've already called the emergency personnel at the school hospital. They'll be here soon. "
"It's too late. This is his medicine. "Song Yu was so calm that he didn't seem like a student, but more like a professional emergency personnel. He raised his head and ordered the people around him, "Everyone, spread out a little more."
He loosened Le Zhishi's school uniform tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt to expose his neck. He put an arm around his shoulders and stabilized his head. With his other hand, he aimed the aerosol directly at Le Zhishi's mouth. His movements were smooth and fast. "Le Zhishi, breathe the medicine."
At this moment, Le Zhishi's head was covered in cold sweat and his lips were slightly purple. He instinctively grabbed Song Yu's arm and used all his strength to breathe the aerosol into his lungs.
It had been a long time since he had an asthma attack. The feeling of uncontrollable tears and breathing came crashing down like waves. Everything was blank, but he could hear Song Yu's voice, which gave him an invisible comfort.
"Breathe again."
They had been in the same class for two years, but this was the first time the surrounding students had seen such an emergency situation. They were all stunned. Those who were familiar with him more or less knew that he was allergic, but it was usually just a rash. It was never this serious.
The cold aerosol flowed into his trachea. A few minutes later, Le Zhishi's heaving chest recovered little by little. His breathing was finally no longer so rapid and weak.
"Are you feeling better?" Wang Qian was still worried. "We still need to send him to the infirmary to rest."
"Yes, we need a follow-up." Song Yu removed the bottle of medicine and looked away from his pale face. He inadvertently glanced at a package on the ground with the word "bread" printed on it.
He reached out and placed his palm on Le Zhishi's chest to feel his heartbeat. He then turned his arm over and checked his neck for the rash.
Although the symptoms were alleviated, Le Zhishi's consciousness was still lagging. Every time he had an asthma attack, he would develop a strong sense of dependence, like a fledgling whose life was saved in the midst of a struggle.
During the emergency treatment, he couldn't think of anything except that it must be Song Yu who saved him. After recovering, Le Zhishi wanted to confirm it, so he weakly looked up and was only relieved when he saw Song Yu's face.
"Brother..." His voice was weak, and his fingers weakly clung to Song Yu's arm. The illness swept through him like a gust of wind. His remaining willpower made him completely forget the promise and disguise.
Jiang Yufan, who had sharp ears, repeated it without thinking, "Brother... Brother?!"
This word passed through a layer of human-shaped loudspeakers and spread like ripples.
Song Yu was Le Zhishi's "brother."
On the day of the opening ceremony, this secret that Le Zhishi had kept for two years was known by the whole school.
There were always a few outstanding students in a school. They were either talked about or surrounded.
Le Zhishi and Song Yu were typical examples, but no one expected that these two people who usually had nothing to do with each other would have such a close relationship.
The news spread the fastest in the dense crowd. Not long after, the accident at the opening ceremony became the topic of everyone's discussion.
Le Zhishi's childhood had never been peaceful.
When he first came to the Song family, he was transferred to a kindergarten class. There were no familiar children, and there was a language barrier. Most importantly, he looked different from everyone. He was often surrounded like an animal in an acrobatic troupe. He was even bullied by some older children, who gave him nicknames like "yellow hair" and "little bastard."
He didn't like kindergarten and didn't want to go to school every day. He only wanted to hide at home and draw. He cried at the entrance of kindergarten and was carried out of the car as if his life was at stake.
Although he was often surrounded in elementary school, at least Song Yu was there. When he was unhappy, he went to Song Yu. Sometimes, when Song Yu finished class, he would look back and see the pitiful Le Zhishi clinging to the door frame of the back door of the classroom, like a puppy that hadn't been weaned off milk.
As his peers gradually became more sensible, fewer people ostracized him, and everyone gradually got used to it. Later, the taste of children who grew up changed. More and more people began to think that Le Zhishi was good-looking. He was so good-looking that he left his peers in the dust. He also had a good personality. Le Zhishi, who was bullied, inexplicably became the target of admiration. In short, there was no end to it.
Le Zhishi didn't like to be the center of attention and didn't want to be publicly executed at the opening ceremony. But in the end, he became the focus of the whole school in an even more spectacular way.
Lying on the bed in the infirmary, he stared at the ceiling in a daze. The doctor on duty examined him, and he obediently cooperated like a soulless toy. After the examination, he lay down and continued to rest.
His steady breathing made him feel at ease.
Since he was young, Le Zhishi had a rich imagination. He could associate a small stain on the ceiling with a hermit crab on a white beach, and then from the small space in its shell, he could associate it with a karst cave or even a black hole.
Just as he was exploring the universe in the ceiling, the door suddenly opened. Le Zhishi turned over and pulled the curtain open a small gap. He glanced at it, but when he saw Jiang Yufan's face, he fell back on the bed in disappointment.
"Le?" Jiang Yufan lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of waking him up.
"I didn't sleep." Le Zhishi sat up from the bed and pulled the curtain open. "It's over? That was fast. "
"Yeah." Jiang Yufan took his schoolbag and handed him a carton of milk. "You're not allergic to this, right? I see you drink it regularly." Seeing him shake his head, Jiang Yufan was relieved. "The teacher said you don't have to report back. You can go home directly after resting."
Le Zhishi sucked on the milk. "Miss Wang didn't call my parents, right?"
This was an accident. He was careless and didn't want Aunt Rong to worry about him.
"I don't know. Anyway, he stopped Song Yu and talked for a while. He probably wanted to understand the situation." At this point, Jiang Yufan became more confident. "I knew there couldn't be such a coincidence. He just happened to pick up the nameplate and recognized you. He ran down from the podium to give you first aid in the middle of his speech. He also happened to have your medicine on him. If you didn't call him 'brother' at the end, I would have suspected that there was an unspeakable relationship between the two of you. "
Hearing the last sentence, Le Zhishi quivered. "No, no, no. How could that be?" After saying that, he explained, "We're not biological brothers."
In fact, he regretted it very much. When he woke up and recovered his strength, he recalled the scene of him calling Song Yu 'brother' in front of everyone. Le Zhishi beat his chest and stomped his feet in regret.
"Not biological brothers? Cousins? "Jiang Yufan suddenly understood." No wonder. The two of you don't look alike at all. You don't even have the same surname. "
"That's not it either. Listen to me." Le Zhishi zipped up his bag again and gave him a simple explanation of his foster care situation.
Although he played it down, no matter how silly Jiang Yufan was, he was still somewhat surprised. "Is that so..."
The word foster care was too heavy for teenagers like them. It equated to misfortune, misery, and living under someone else's roof.
Jiang Yufan thought to himself, "No wonder Le Zhishi pretended not to know Song Yu at school." He scratched his head. "Then, then... his family treats you well, right?"
Le Zhishi smiled. "Yes, they're no different from biological brothers."
"That's good, that's good. But, "Jiang Yufan asked again," why didn't they just go straight to the point? I mean, adoption... "He said the word very softly.
Le Zhishi didn't seem to mind. "Oh, I asked that before. Uncle said that my parents are great people. They are my only parents, and no one in the world can replace them. He hoped that I would remember them. And they said that even without this program, they would take good care of me. "He added," Uncle Song is my father's best friend. They grew up together like real brothers. "
"I see..." Jiang Yufan looked relieved. He patted him on the shoulder and said seriously, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm very tight-lipped."
"It's okay." Le Zhishi lowered his head and suddenly found that his buttons were undone. His tie was also pulled open, but he didn't remember when he was in a semi-conscious state. He muttered as he buttoned up, "What's going on..."
"Your brother... no, Song Yu undid it during the emergency treatment." Jiang Yufan continued, "You definitely didn't see it. The way he rushed down from the stage was so cool."
Le Zhishi really didn't see it. It was a pity, but he could imagine that scene. Looking down, Le Zhishi saw the black spots on the tips of his shoes and thought of the haze he had imagined before his illness acted up. He was enveloped and trapped by the dark clouds.
The way Song Yu rushed down was probably like a sharp beam of light that broke through the haze and found him.
This scene materialized in front of Le Zhishi's eyes. A sense of joy rose in his heart, and even the milk became sweet. When he took out his school bag, he found that it was bulging. He opened the zipper and saw the gift box he received in the morning. "You even put this in?"
"I thought you would go to Class 11 after you were done."
"Okay." He squeezed the milk box and threw it into the trash can. After tying his tie, he used his swinging leg to touch Jiang Yufan's leg. "Let's go home and eat."
The early September heat in Jiangcheng was still as hot as ever. The luan trees that hadn't been pruned for many years almost stretched their dense branches through the window on the third floor. These warm green leaves were blocked by the closed glass window and looked pitiful.
It was just like when Le Zhishi was a child and looked at Song Yu through the glass door of the study. His chubby face was squeezed out of shape.
Jiang Yufan had been Le Zhishi's classmate since the first year of junior high. He knew about his allergy, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. He asked curiously, "How did you know about your allergy? If it's so serious, it should have been very dangerous when you first discovered it. "
First time …
Actually, he had some impression of it, but it wasn't very deep. Moreover, he had been to the hospital too many times when he was a child, so it had diluted his memory of the first time he discovered his symptoms.
"I don't remember. I was only three years old at that time. I think I was hospitalized."
"Three years old!" Jiang Yufan couldn't imagine. "You were scary enough today. Fortunately, your brother was here. I just searched on Baidu and was scared to death. It turns out that asthma can kill people without medication."
Le Zhishi comforted him. "What happened today was a very small probability event. It was the worst of the worst."
But then he remembered that Song Yu seemed to be there when he first had an attack.
After saying goodbye to the doctor on duty, the two were ready to go downstairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as they went out, they met a pretty girl with short hair. She was wearing the same junior high school uniform as them. Her face was red and her voice was very soft. "Le Zhishi …"
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