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After thinking for two seconds, Le Zhishi opened the new self-study map with a little envy. He tried to focus, but studying here was too different from studying in the classroom. Doing homework in the classroom, pacing the hallway to memorize books, and waiting until the end of the third year. No matter what he did, it was all one-sided. It didn't even count as waiting. After all, waiting and being waited were two-way.
But this time was different. He wasn't waiting without permission.
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. As he thought, he subconsciously wanted to bite the end of his pen. But when he thought of Song Yu's face, he restrained himself.
It seems … I'm still 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 the third year (5) class and looked inside. He saw Song Yu reading with his head lowered and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was slightly nearsighted and usually didn't need glasses. He only wore them when he needed to use his eyes 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 middle school 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 do you feel more guilty than me?" The girl from before was still standing outside the classroom. She didn't seem afraid that her girlfriend would be caught by the teacher or classmates. "This is Peiya's place. I'm a student of Peiya. It's reasonable for me to stand here."
Le Zhishi thought for a moment. "That's true." So he also 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 looked at Le Zhishi's face. The other students in the classroom were very active after school. Song Yu, on the other hand, was unhurriedly. A few senior sisters came out with their hands linked together and surrounded Le Zhishi.
"You must be the little brother of Song Yu's family."
"Are you mixed? You're so cute.. "
"Are these eyelashes real?"
Le Zhishi was used to being watched, so he didn't feel anything. Instead, he answered their questions one by one, "Yes, yes, these are real eyelashes."
There was a big circle outside the window, and Qin Yan was watching enthusiastically from inside. He began to tease Song Yu again. "Your younger brother's popularity is really not worse than yours. Senior sisters and junior sisters alike."
. Song Yu didn't say anything. He picked up his bag and walked out. Le Zhishi saw him coming out from the window and immediately waved. His eyes lit up as he squeezed through the crowd. "Sorry, 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 into their necks and ankles. It was impossible to avoid it. When he went downstairs, Le Zhishi noticed the girl from the next class. She 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 each other's hands, but quickly let go.
After leaving the school building, he glanced at Song Yu beside him. He wanted to say something. It was strange, but he couldn't think of anything to say. In the end, he just asked, "Are my eyes still ugly?"
Song Yu stared at him and remained silent. He covered his right eye. Then he heard Song Yu chuckle.
It was strange.
There were a lot of 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 bike but found something wrong. Song Yu walked over with the help of his bike. He wasn't surprised to see him squatting there. "Is it broken?"
"The tire is punctured." Le Zhishi squatted on the ground and poked the flat tire a few times. He looked up at Song Yu. "Although it's a dark guess, I have a reasonable suspicion that Wang Jie did it."
It was obvious. There was no dark or dark about it. Song Yu got on the bike. "Get in."
"Then, what about my car?" Although Cola asked this question, she had already locked her car.
"We'll talk about it during the day."
Le Zhishi sat in the back seat obediently 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 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.
Riding a bicycle out of the school, Le Zhishi, who is imagining the plot, hides behind Song Yu and laughs.
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 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 the open fire. It was brushed with chili oil and sprinkled with spices. The spirit was there. Sanxian vermicelli was still simmering in the casserole. 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 his head 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." Le Zhishi heard the sound of knocking on the board. He saw a new target and said while walking, "He often gives me snacks to eat."
Song Yu didn't respond.
Le Zhishi found something. "Top cake!" He excitedly patted Song Yu's back several times and asked him to stop the bike.
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 stall owner greeted them warmly, "Are you here to eat steamed cakes? Three yuan for two. It's quite 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, "You were almost burned 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 particularly soft. "At that time, Dad was holding you. You said that this toy was fun and reached out to touch it. You were burned 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 container and poked the cylinder with the long handle. The hot topping cake couldn't stand it anymore. It popped out and was put into the bag.
"Me?" Song Yu took the topping cake, "I'm laughing at you."
Le Zhishi was annoyed. He said in a serious tone, "If you were the one crying 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'm not crying now." Le Zhishi followed behind him. He thought of what happened at noon and said, "… 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 topping cake in the bag was hot. Le Zhishi wanted to eat it while it was hot. He opened it 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 with him. He turned around and saw him standing there 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 home with him.
"Can I still 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 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 reply. When they were about to enter the neighborhood, he said, "Okay." The two of them 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 opened its belly and rubbed it until its eyes closed. "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.
Lin Rong spread a large clean tablecloth around the osmanthus tree in the yard. The two boys used thin bamboo poles to knock on the branches. Golden powder scattered in the fragrance. Le Zhishi liked to do this since he was young. 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 of them stopped. Song Yu put away the bamboo pole. He turned his head and saw Le Zhishi's fluffy hair full of osmanthus flowers. It was yellow like a layer of maple syrup on a Souffle. He quietly stretched 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 Song Yu put away the bamboo pole. "You hit me."
Song Yu didn't mean to admit it. The bamboo pole had been put behind his back. He put his hands behind his back and didn't say anything.
"Aunt Rong, my brother hit my head." Le Zhishi ran over. The bamboo pole in his hand fell to the ground and hit the osmanthus flowers.
Lin Rong smiled helplessly. "Hey, be careful not to step on the flowers!"
He didn't step on the flowers. When he ran over, he stepped on a corner of the tablecloth. Le Zhishi slipped and fell forward. Fortunately, Song Yu caught him.
The sweet fragrance crashed 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 spilled thoughts, unnoticed.
"Stop fooling around." Song Yu held his elbow and helped him stand up.
"You were the one who started it." Le Zhishi didn't let him go.
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 big pots of flowers. There were many withered flowers and flower stems. The three of them sat at the table in the empty dining room and started picking 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 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 cooking. It's the same for everything. "
Song Yu thought of the "The Little Prince" that he read to Le Zhishi when he was young. He probably didn't remember it himself, but the words of these bedtime reading still remained in his mind.
[You spent so much time on your roses. 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 couldn't give up now.
The big pot of golden osmanthus flowers was washed and dried. It was 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 process of making sweet osmanthus flowers was very simple. The glass jar was filled with a thick layer of osmanthus flowers and a thick layer of white sugar. It was staggered. The top of the white sugar was drizzled with a little white wine to cap it and cover it. They were just waiting to be brought home and refrigerated.
"So much sugar." Le Zhishi stared at the glass jar. The glass tube reflected his face.
"You've worked so hard in school. It's only right to eat more sugar."
Le Zhishi couldn't help but think of Senior Xu Qichen, who he had eaten with last time.
He looked like he needed to eat more sugar.
The sweet osmanthus flowers syrup was made in the Japanese style. White wine of the same weight and fine sugar were mixed with three times the water until it was slightly sticky. Lin Rong scooped a spoonful for Le Zhishi to taste. The sweetness was just right, so she poured all the osmanthus flowers into it.
"I want to give Senior Xu Qichen a bottle."
When he heard Le Zhishi suddenly say this, Song Yu glanced at him as if asking why.
Before Le Zhishi could answer, Lin Rong, who was stirring the syrup, also remembered the speech. She 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 couldn't help but sigh. "This happened right before high school. If it were any other child, they definitely wouldn't be able to go to school."
Song Yu didn't 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'll definitely be good at Peking University and Tsinghua University in the future."
However, this didn't divert Le Zhishi's attention. As Song Yu expected, he asked very directly, "What happened?"
"Nothing." Song Yu helped his mother ladle out the sweet osmanthus flowers 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 Xu Qichen's quiet appearance during dinner that day. At the time of the car accident, he was only about the same age as him. However, he couldn't say the words "pitiful" because he didn't like to say such words. He felt that Xu Qichen wouldn't like to hear them either.
Lin Rong changed the topic and pushed the lemon juice and wine glass in front of him. "Okay, Le, I'll leave the finishing work to you. You've also finished the last thing before accompanying your uncle on his business trip. "
Le Zhishi followed her instructions and poured three spoonfuls of lemon juice and two spoonfuls of orange liqueur into the sweet syrup. He separated 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 sweet osmanthus flowers syrup. Le Zhishi drank two large cups and ate a small plate of fried 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 flowers had melted. When he opened the refrigerator, 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 sweet osmanthus flowers inside.
They worked for an entire morning and only made six small jars of the flowers that a big tree painstakingly bloomed for a year.
The night before the couple went on their business trip, Le Zhishi excitedly distributed his gifts. "I have two jars of sweet osmanthus flowers. One jar is for senior, and the other jar is for my friend."
"What about your sweet syrup?" Lin Rong asked.
"The sweet syrup is for Song Yu gege!" Le Zhishi already had a plan. Song Yu's room also had a refrigerator. He would put the sweet syrup there and find an excuse to go to Song Yu's room to drink tea.
He was a man of action. As he spoke, he carried the sweet syrup upstairs and prepared to stuff it all into Song Yu's refrigerator when he wasn't there.
When he opened the door, he suddenly found that Song Yu's refrigerator, which was usually empty, had a row of yogurt.
It was cheesy.
On Monday, Le Zhishi brought the sweet osmanthus flowers and walked carefully, afraid that he would break the glass bottle. He was going to give it to his best friend, Jiang Yufan.
After the monthly exam, their class had changed their seats. Now, Le Zhishi was sitting in group four by the window, while Jiang Yufan was sitting in group one by the window. He arrived early for the morning self-study session. When he saw that Jiang Yufan's window was open, he stood in the corridor and took out the jar from his bag.
The incandescent light in the classroom made the sweet osmanthus flowers look crystal clear and very attractive.
Jiang Yufan's deskmate's eyes lit up. "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. That short boy 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 without parents? Isn't that right? "
"You're right." Le Zhishi took 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, no, Le Zhishi!"
He didn't turn around. 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 was a lot of people in the bathroom. There was even a lookout at the door. Le Zhishi was stopped when he went over. "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. He didn't want to be too rude. "Can't you see that there's something going on inside?"
Le Zhishi looked at him innocently. "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 at him, but Le Zhishi shook him off. After all, Le Zhishi always compared himself to Song Yu. That was why he always felt that he grew slowly. But compared to the boys in the same grade, he had the advantage in height.
"What are you doing?"
The fierce-looking guy with the buzz cut standing in the middle was probably the Wang Jie that Jiang Yufan's deskmate was talking about. 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.
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