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Song Yu didn't respond to his apology. Instead, he reached out and held his chin with his other hand. "Don't move."
As soon as he said that, Le Zhishi really didn't move, but his thoughts began to wander. He remembered that when he was in school, whether it was when he won a speech competition or when he was knocked down while playing basketball, Song Yu never took the initiative to approach him. They were very serious about playing the role of strangers.
So now, Le Zhishi was even a little grateful that his sudden asthma on the first day of school forced them to reveal their complicated relationship and walk together openly.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Song Yu said casually, "Is it good?"
Le Zhishi pulled himself out of his thoughts. After hearing this, he was very sure that Song Yu was mocking him.
"I accidentally inhaled it." He frowned.
This scene reminded Song Yu of when they went to the dentist together when they were young. Le Zhishi ate candy until his mouth was full of teeth. Lin Rong took them to the dentist's office. As soon as he heard the sound of the electric drill, Le Zhishi opened his mouth and cried. He grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.
Song Yu continued to wipe and said calmly, "What's the smell?"
"Cantaloupe." Le Zhishi described it truthfully. "At first, it was sweet, but then it became a little disgusting, like fever syrup."
He could describe it in such detail.
After that, Le Zhishi spat out a little and wrapped it in paper. "Could it be that the person who made the refill guessed that someone would inhale it, so he deliberately made it sweet?"
Song Yu glanced at him. "If you knew that the refill was sweet earlier, you wouldn't have to go to the dentist. Eating it like candy wouldn't cause tooth decay.
He was being teased again, but Le Zhishi got the main point completely wrong. "Did I go to the dentist when I was young?"
It was unbelievable. How could he forget when he was crying like that? Shouldn't he remember it for the rest of his life?
"Your childhood memories are really blurry." Song Yu said.
Le Zhishi was noncommittal. He held his wrist and said in a muffled voice, "What's wrong with that? Don't you remember everything?"
"Anyway, my childhood was yours."
Song Yu was slightly startled.
Le Zhishi didn't feel like he had said anything important. His legs were still moving, and he couldn't stay still. Song Yu became silent again. He pressed his hand on his shaking knees and carefully wiped the ink between his teeth with a wet cotton swab.
With his knees pressed down, Le Zhishi lowered his head and glanced at his empty wrist. There was no watch on it.
"Aren't you wearing a watch?"
Song Yu didn't answer immediately. Le Zhishi asked again, "Why not?"
The way he asked questions so confidently reminded Song Yu of the first time Le Zhishi gave him this watch. When he was rejected, Le Zhishi also asked him with such a direct expression.
"Why not?"
"Brother Yu, don't you like it?"
Le Zhishi was even more naive when he was young. He held the watch gift box and looked at it with satisfaction. He looked up and asked, "Don't you like it? I asked the lady at the counter to pick it out with me. She promised that you'd like it. "
Song Yu didn't dislike it, but he knew that this reward was very generous for an elementary school student. He could use it to buy a lot of things. There was no need to spend it on a watch that was given to someone else. At the same time, he also knew that it was useless to tell Le Zhishi this. He was a stupid and stubborn child.
So he decided to communicate with the receptionist directly.
"Hello, I want to return this watch. I haven't used it before. The packaging and receipt are all here. According to the mall's regulations, I should be able to return it."
A cute mixed-race child buying a watch alone had already left a deep impression on the receptionist. Now his older brother was handling the return with a mature attitude that surpassed his peers. It was hard not to feel strange.
"Yes." The receptionist maintained her smile, "Please show me …"
Le Zhishi, who was in front of the counter, shouted "No". He then sat on the ground and hugged Song Yu's leg tightly. He cried and begged him. At first, Song Yu was still impartial. He took out the receipt and handed it to the receptionist. But Le Zhishi was crying so hard that even the receptionist couldn't help but persuade him, "Why don't you talk to your brother first?"
Song Yu thought for a while and finally squatted down. He took out a pack of tissues from his bag and gave it to him, "Why are you crying?"
"You, you don't want my gift." Le Zhishi sobbed. The more he spoke, the more wronged he felt, "I didn't even finish saying happy birthday, you, you …"
Seeing that he was about to cry again, Song Yu immediately said, "It's not that I don't want your gift."
Le Zhishi choked. He listened to him with tears in his big eyes.
"It's because this gift is too expensive. This kind of spending is irrational."
Maybe one day, when he thought about it, he would regret the first big expense of his life.
The tears that he held back still fell. Le Zhishi wiped them with the back of his hand, "But I looked at it for a long time. It's not that I don't know anything. You all think that I don't know anything. "
Hearing this, the receptionist standing at the side couldn't help but say, "That's true. When little brother came on the first day, I also thought that he was playing around. But he came three times in a row. He took a long time and only paid on the last day."
When he took the money out of his bag, he carefully counted it three times.
The receptionist looked at Song Yu, "He's quite cautious."
Song Yu was silent. In the end, he couldn't bear to see Le Zhishi cry and stubbornly do what he thought was right, so he didn't return the gift. Le Zhishi tacitly agreed that he was willing to accept the gift. Satisfied, he went home with him.
At night in his room, Song Yu sat in front of his desk. Under the table lamp, the watch face emitted a bright light. He held the price tag and looked at it for a long time. He planned to return the gift alone the next day.
Before going to bed, he wanted to get a glass of water. On the way downstairs, Song Yu saw Le Zhishi in his mother's arms watching a cartoon with a lollipop in his mouth. He pointed at the Little Genius Watch commercial on TV, "That watch isn't as nice as the one I gave my brother, right, Aunt Rong?"
"Of course. The one you bought is the most beautiful. Even ten of these can't compare." Lin Rong patted his head and asked, "Le, why did you buy a watch for your brother?"
Song Yu stopped in his tracks.
Le Zhishi took out the lollipop from his mouth. His tone was very serious, as if he was a little adult. "We used to be together every day. I could go down two floors to play with my brother. Now that he's in junior high and has gone to another school, I miss him a lot. So I let my watch accompany him. " He raised his empty wrist and said with a smile, "Brother Yu will think of me when he looks at the time."
"Our Le is so smart."
He didn't expect that behind the wailing, there was such a thought behind it. Song Yu returned silently. He sat down and put the watch on himself.
He was the one who didn't care about it, but every minute and second of his childhood was engraved in his mind. He was the only one who could remember it.
Song Yu could no longer distinguish between him and Le Zhishi, who needed the company of the other more.
Immersed in his memories, Song Yu was a little distracted. The cotton bud accidentally rubbed against his gums. Le Zhishi frowned and subconsciously shrank back. Song Yu came back to his senses. He grabbed his chin and pulled him forward. Le Zhishi didn't dare to move. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Before he died, he repeated his question again. "Why don't you wear it?"
"You have a lot of questions," Song Yu said.
If you had answered me from the beginning, you would only have one question. Le Zhishi said in his heart.
Song Yu's expression was excessively calm. His gaze was focused on a single point. This reminded him of a horror movie he had seen before. The ogre in the movie was just as elegant.
No, this analogy was too strange. Le Zhishi forced himself to stop fantasizing and closed his eyes.
The loss of vision brought about the enhancement of his other senses.
He could clearly feel the touch of the wet cotton bud rubbing against his gums. It was very light and a little itchy. The cold feeling brought about by the evaporation of the alcohol. Perhaps it was because he knew that the person sitting in front of him wasn't a doctor, so Le Zhishi felt different.
They were very close. He could smell the scent of lemon detergent from Song Yu's collar. It was the same as his. This made him subconsciously feel at ease.
However, the alcohol didn't taste good. Le Zhishi kept his mouth open. Saliva from the stimulation accumulated in his mouth and mixed with the medical alcohol.
It was so bitter.
Song Yu's hand suddenly stopped moving.
With his eyes closed, Le Zhishi obediently waited for him to continue. However, after waiting for a while, there was still no movement. He opened his eyes in confusion and called out "Brother" in a muffled voice with a questioning tone.
Song Yu stuffed the alcohol and cotton bud into his hand and stood up. "There's a mirror over there. Wipe yourself clean."
Le Zhishi tore at the tissue and spat out the bitter saliva in his mouth. "Oh." He knew that this was indeed a very troublesome matter. He should have done it himself earlier.
Le Zhishi took the tools and went to the mirror on the wall by the window. He observed it for a while and found that it was almost done.
It was amazing. It turned out that such stubborn ink could be dissolved.
Le Zhishi was a child who couldn't hide his emotions. His admiration for Song Yu was completely expressed on his face.
"That's amazing. My school uniform is often scratched by pen lead. Can it be cleaned with alcohol? "He looked back at Song Yu as if he had discovered a new continent.
Song Yu's right hand was originally on his left wrist. However, the moment he turned around, he moved his hand away. He nodded and turned to leave first. "Let's go."
"Hey … wait for me." Le Zhishi wanted to leave with Song Yu, but after looking at the things he had used, he hesitated and went back to clean them up. When he went out again, Song Yu was already far away.
Looking at his back, Le Zhishi was a little disappointed.
He touched his chin and pinched it. Finally, he kicked a small stone and walked with heavy steps. He didn't go back to the field directly. Instead, he went to the small supermarket in the cafeteria and bought a bottle of Yakult.
The alcohol was too bitter.
Le Zhishi stood in the open space in front of the small supermarket. He held the small bottle in his hand and took a big gulp. He looked like an adult who was toasting. He drank too fast, as if he didn't drink anything. Therefore, he went back to buy another bottle. He put in a straw and drank as he walked to the field.
When he went back, he found that Jiang Yufan wasn't playing basketball as he thought. Instead, he was looking around. Coincidentally, their eyes met. Le Zhishi held the small milk bottle and tilted his head. His eyes widened, indicating that he saw him too.
Jiang Yufan immediately ran over. He looked very anxious and hugged him mysteriously. "I've been looking for you for a long time. Are you okay?"
Le Zhishi bit on the straw and shook his head. He felt that his expression was very strange, so he let go of the straw. "Why do you ask?"
Jiang Yufan glanced elsewhere. "Just now, the girls in class said that they saw Song Yu pull you aside and beat you up. They described it vividly."
Beat me up?
Before Le Zhishi could react, Jiang Yufan reached out to pull his mouth. "They said that your mouth was bleeding. Let me see. Your teeth didn't fall out, right? "
What? Le Zhishi struggled out of his hand and sucked the last bit of Yakult. "I wasn't beaten by him."
Why was it bleeding? Le Zhishi's mind flashed. He remembered that his mouth seemed to be open when he was pulling on the field. The girls who saw it probably mistook the red ink in his mouth for blood.
His imagination was too good.
"I'm fine. Why would my brother hit me? They made a mistake." Le Zhishi was afraid that Jiang Yufan would continue to gossip and bring up the embarrassing incident of him sucking the ink, so he quickly changed the topic. "Are you still playing basketball? Let's play together. "
"That's good. I knew it shouldn't be like this." Jiang Yufan was relieved. He shouted to the boys in the class not far away. "Are you playing basketball?"
"Come, come, come. Three against three." The boys in the class waved at Le Zhishi. "Le, come quickly!"
Le Zhishi threw the small bottle of Yakult into the trash can. Although he said that he would drag them down, he still ran over happily.
"No way, why would you drag us down!"
"Are we going to split into groups? I'll follow Le!"
"Le, I'll lead you!"
The youthful vigor of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys was like soda that broke through the bottle cap. It rushed straight up and couldn't be covered up. More than ten meters away, Qin Yan, who had a bad cold, sneezed and rubbed his nose with a smile. He looked at the other side and sighed. "Your family's Le is really popular."
The basketball entered the basket.
Song Yu's toes touched the ground. He also retracted his hand that was raised to throw the ball. His eyes swept over the noisy place and finally returned to Qin Yan. His tone was not very polite. "You talk too much."
"Yo, who offended you?" Qin Yan smiled mischievously and hooked his arm around his neck. "Don't tell me it's Le."
"Give me the watch," Song Yu said.
Qin Yan looked puzzled. "Didn't you ask me to put it on for you?" He took it out from his pocket and handed it to him. "I was wondering why you took it off every time we played. I thought that it must be a branded watch, but it's still okay. Who gave it to you? It's so precious. "
"It's from my baby." Song Yu put on a deadpan face and took the watch.
Qin Yan laughed. "Little Song, you're too funny!"
When Le Zhishi snorted that sentence, his senior patted him on the shoulder. Seeing her make a shushing gesture and push down the microphone column, he realized that he had made a mistake.
He kept apologizing afterwards, but his senior didn't think it was a big deal.
"Not many people will notice."
Halfway through the program, they took a break when the music was playing. Le Zhishi's stomach growled, and his senior remembered that he hadn't eaten. "Ah, I forgot to remind you to bring dinner." She took out her lunch box from her bag. "Do you want to eat with me?"
She opened the box. There were translucent steamed dumplings with carrots and lamb meat, fried prawns, and sour and spicy cold noodles. They all looked delicious, but he couldn't eat any of them. Le Zhishi declined politely. "Senior, you eat. I told my deskmate to bring me food."
His senior thought that he was just embarrassed and stuffed the fork into his hand. Le Zhishi could only say that he was allergic to many of the things in the food.
He didn't tell her about his allergens because Song Yu had repeatedly emphasized to him that he couldn't tell others about his allergies, especially when his allergies were so severe that they could endanger his life.
"I see." His senior had to give up. "Speaking of which, I saw it during your opening ceremony. It was so scary. Fortunately, nothing serious happened."
That's right. Fortunately, his brother was there. Le Zhishi responded in his heart.
When the program ended, his senior gave him an apple. Le Zhishi gratefully accepted it.
The evening self-study session would start in ten minutes. Most of the students in the classroom were already in their seats. Only the student on duty who was in charge of cleaning was still mopping the floor. Le Zhishi, who had rushed back, sat beside Jiang Yufan, panting heavily. "… I'm so tired."
Hu Xuan turned around from the front seat. "Le, we heard your broadcast today!" She gave him a thumbs up. "Nice!"
Le Zhishi was very happy at first, but then he lay down. "But I had a lot of problems today."
"Tsk, I couldn't tell at all."
A boy sitting in the third group interrupted with obvious sarcasm. "Who said I couldn't tell? I heard it all. Le Zhishi, don't tell me you deliberately left the microphone on because you think your singing is good?"
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