Little cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. "Oh, right, right." The girl seemed to have realized something. She turned her head and glanced at a certain senior who was reading in the corner. She turned back and whispered, "I won't disturb you anymore. I'm going back. Talk to you next time! "
Does next time mean that I can study here every day?
After thinking for two seconds, Le Zhishi opened the new study area with a little envy. He tried to focus, but studying here was too different from studying in the classroom. Staying in the classroom to do homework, wandering in the hallway to memorize books, waiting for the senior students to finish school. No matter what he did, it was just a one-sided action. It didn't even count as waiting. After all, waiting and being waited went both ways.
This time was different. He wasn't waiting without permission.
With that thought, Le Zhishi looked up and saw the girl chatting on her phone not far away. She had a sweet smile on her face. She was probably chatting with her boyfriend. When he thought about it, he subconsciously wanted to bite the end of his pen. However, when he thought about Song Yu's face, he resisted.
Seems like … I'm not like them.
After finishing the last question, the bell rang. Le Zhishi was afraid to wake up Song Yu, so he packed his bag as fast as he could. However, the class next door seemed to have been delayed again. There was no one at the door. Le Zhishi stood at the back door of the senior class (5) and looked inside. He saw Song Yu reading with his head lowered. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was slightly nearsighted and didn't usually need glasses. He only wore them when he needed to use them for a long time.
Le Zhishi liked the slight squinting and frowning that occasionally appeared when he wasn't wearing glasses. He didn't know why, but he liked it.
The students in the back row seemed to have noticed a junior student standing at the back door. They whispered to each other and turned around. At first, Le Zhishi didn't think anything was wrong. However, when 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 even more guilty than me?" The girl was still standing outside the classroom. She did not seem to be afraid that her girlfriend would be caught by the teacher or her classmates. "This is Peiya's place, and I'm Peiya's student. It's reasonable for me to stand here."
Le Zhishi thought for a moment. "That's true." Therefore, he also stood beside the girl. In less than two seconds, he took another step to the right, increasing the distance between them.
Finally, the class was over. The teacher walked out and took a second look at Le Zhishi's face. The other students in the classroom were very active after school, but Song Yu was unhurriedly 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 surrounded, so he did not think much of it. Instead, he answered their questions one by one. "Yes. Yes, these are real eyelashes."
There was a big circle outside the window. Qin Yan was watching intently and began to tease Song Yu again. "Your little brother is as popular as you. He's popular with both seniors and juniors."
Song Yu did not say anything. He picked up his bag and walked out. Le Zhishi saw him coming out from the window and immediately waved at him. His eyes lit up as he squeezed through the crowd. "I'm sorry, senior. I have to go home."
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 Le Zhishi went downstairs, he noticed that the girl from the next class was walking side by side with a third-year senior who was not 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. He wanted to say something. It was very strange, but he could not think of what to say. In the end, he just asked, "Are my eyes still very ugly?"
Song Yu stared at him and remained silent. He covered his right eye because of the stare. Then, he heard Song Yu chuckle.
It was strange.
There were many people at the school. They went to the bicycle parking lot at the school gate to look for their own cars. Le Zhishi took out his keys to unlock the bicycle but found that something was wrong. Song Yu walked over with the help of his bicycle. He was not surprised to see him squatting there and fiddling with the bicycle. "Is 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 a little shady, I have a reasonable suspicion that Wang Jie did it."
It was obvious. What shady or shady was it? Song Yu got on the bicycle. "Get on."
"What about my car?" Le Zhishi asked, but he had already locked his bicycle.
"We'll talk about it during the day."
Le Zhishi sat on the back seat obediently and offered to help Song Yu carry his bag. He did not expect the bag to be heavier than expected. It was heavy enough to break a rock with his legs. Maybe his legs would be completely numb in a while. He would fall into Song Yu's arms when he tried to walk. Then, Song Yu would carry him on his back like when he was young.
Le Zhishi, who was imagining the plot, hid behind Song Yu and laughed.
All kinds of supper stalls at the school gate were set up like a small night market. The stoves were set up to warm up the cold and wet 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 noses. The duck neck was cooked in the stew. It was then skewered and rolled over an open flame. It was brushed with chili oil and sprinkled with spices. The spirit was there. There was also a pot of San Xian vermicelli stew in the clay pot. When the lid was lifted, the fresh aroma filled the air.
Le Zhishi, who was sitting in the back seat, thought of something. He turned around and asked, "Song Yu gege, 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 Qin Yan gege." Le Zhishi heard the sound of knocking on the board. He glanced at a new target and said while walking, "He often gives me snacks to eat."
Song Yu did not respond.
Le Zhishi found something. "Top cake!" He excitedly patted Song Yu's back several times and asked him to stop the car.
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 that was shaped like a lotus. 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 moved quickly. He 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, "You were almost scalded the first time you ate this."
"Really?" He turned his head. He had no impression of it at all. "I don't even 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 exceptionally soft. "At that time, dad was holding you. You said that this toy was fun and reached out to touch it. In the end, you were scalded by the steam and cried."
He seemed to have some recollection of it. "Then what were you doing at that time?"
While they were talking, the cake was ready. 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 gave him the cake. "You will cry." He then walked towards the bicycle.
"I won't cry now." Le Zhishi followed behind him. He thought of what happened in the afternoon and said, "… Unless you want me to cry."
"I don't have such a 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 hot. Le Zhishi wanted to eat it while it was hot. He opened the bag and saw that 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 sticky. The brown sugar inside was half-melted. It had a kind of simple and thick sweetness. In Le Zhishi's heart, the melted white sugar was like the dew on a lotus leaf. When he was a child, he thought that the small piece of transparent and beautiful dew must be sweet, and brown sugar could be compared to the layer of sticky charred layer of roasted sweet potatoes dripping with honey. It was twice as delicious 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 there with his head raised and mouth open. White steam came 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 and found it too sweet. He threw it to Le Zhishi and rode home with him.
"Can I still study in your activity room tomorrow?"
"You can 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 me. "
Song Yu didn't respond. When they were about to enter the neighborhood, he made a sound of acknowledgment. The two of them went upstairs together. Lin Rong and Song Jin hadn't returned yet. Le Zhishi changed his shoes and lay 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 let out a comfortable grunt. 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 bed? "
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 bed now."
Meow —
The abandoned cat stretched out its paw and scratched Le Zhishi's back fiercely to show its authority.
Wang Qian felt that the student's condition was very bad. He was also very anxious. "Le Zhishi, what's the matter? Are you okay? Can you talk? "He helped Le Zhishi up and patted his back." Try to take a deep breath. Slow down. "
Just when everyone didn't know what to do, a white figure broke into the light blue crowd and broke through the crowd.
"Spread out. Don't surround him."
The surrounding classmates were shocked. No one expected Song Yu, who had just spoken on the stage, to appear here at this moment.
Wang Qian was also a little surprised to see Song Yu. This was also a student he had taught before. At that time, 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 carried Le Zhishi, who could no longer speak, in his arms. He adjusted his sitting position and then took out the medicine from his pocket.
Seeing the medicine, Wang Qian was a little confused and 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. He was more like a professional emergency personnel. He looked up 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 held his shoulder 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, inhale the medicine."
At this time, 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 inhale the aerosol into his lungs.
He hadn't had asthma in a long time. The feeling of uncontrollable tears and breathing hit him like waves. Everything was blank, but he could hear Song Yu's voice, which gave him an invisible comfort.
"Inhale 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 knew him more or less knew that he was allergic, but it was usually just a rash. It was never this serious.
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