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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 corridor, memorizing books, and waiting until the end of the school day. No matter what he did, it was all one-sided. 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.
Le Zhishi looked up and saw the girl chatting on her phone. She had a sweet smile on her face. She was probably chatting with her boyfriend. He wanted to bite the end of his pen, but he stopped himself when he thought of Song Yu's face.
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 his bag 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 Grade 12 (5) and looked in. He saw Song Yu reading with his head lowered and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose. He was slightly nearsighted and didn't need glasses. He only wore them when he needed to use them for a long time.
Le Zhishi liked the way he squinted his eyes and frowned when he wasn't wearing glasses. She didn't know why, but she liked it inexplicably.
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 I do?" The girl from before was still standing outside the classroom. She didn't seem to be afraid that her girlfriend would be caught. "This is Peiya's place. 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 stared at, so he didn't think much of it. Instead, he answered their questions one by one. "Yes, yes, these are real eyelashes."
There was a huge crowd outside the window. Qin Yan was watching intently from the inside. He began to tease Song Yu again. "Your younger brother's popularity is really not any worse than yours. He's popular with both seniors and juniors."
Song Yu didn't say anything. He picked up his bag and walked out. When Le Zhishi saw him coming out from the window, he immediately stretched out his arms and waved. His eyes lit up as he squeezed through the crowd. "I'm sorry, senior. I have to go home."
Unknowingly, it was already late autumn. The cold wind was like a little monster that was close to humans, drilling 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 wasn't very tall. In the crowded and dim staircase, they were leaning against each other. 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 couldn't 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 was stared at so much that he covered his right eye. Then, he heard Song Yu chuckle.
It was very strange.
There were a lot of people at the school. They separated from the bicycle parking lot at the school gate to look for their own cars. Le Zhishi took out his keys to unlock the car but found that something was wrong. Song Yu walked over with the help of his bicycle. Seeing him squatting there and fiddling with it, he didn't look surprised at all. "Is it broken?"
"It's a flat tire." 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 it's Wang Jie and the others who did it."
It was obvious. There was no shady or shady about it. Song Yu got on the bicycle. "Get in."
"What about my car?" Although he asked this question, Le Zhishi had already locked his bicycle.
"We'll talk about it during the day."
Le Zhishi obediently sat in the back seat and offered to help Song Yu carry his schoolbag. He didn't expect the schoolbag to be heavier than expected. It was heavy enough to break a big rock with his legs. Maybe in a while, his legs would be completely numb. He would fall into Song Yu's arms and then be carried on his back like when he was a child.
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, and the rice grains rose and fell. The aroma went straight into people's noses. The duck neck was seasoned and cooked over an open flame. It was brushed with chili oil and sprinkled with spices. The spirit was there. Sanxian vermicelli was still simmering in the earthenware 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 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 glanced at 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 bicycle.
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 ordinary cylindrical, and on top of it was a wooden lid with a hollow long handle. 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 lowered his eyes and stared at the mold. The warm yellow lights of the night market and the steaming hot steam illuminated his silhouette exceptionally soft. "At that time, dad was holding you. You insisted 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 cakes were ready. The old man opened the wooden tin 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 was 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 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 in the same place 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 narrowed. "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 claws and scratched Le Zhishi's back to show its authority.
Upon hearing this, Le Zhishi's nose suddenly turned sour. It was as if someone had pinched him. The tears that he had been holding back for a long time couldn't help but flow out.
First, he stubbornly wiped his tears with one hand. Then, he used another hand. In the end, he couldn't wipe them clean with both hands. More and more tears flowed out. He turned around and pushed Song Yu so that his back was facing him. Then, he pressed his forehead against it and cried. His shoulders trembled slightly. When he cried too hard, he buried his head in the pillow and tried not to make a sound.
Song Yu didn't say anything and let him cry. In the end, he seemed to have run out of patience. He turned around and took off Le Zhishi's eye mask. He pulled him into his arms. His tone didn't sound like he was comforting him at all.
"You'll only be satisfied if you dirty my bed."
Le Zhishi retorted with a sobbing tone, "You made me cry."
Song Yu didn't say anything. He still looked like he wasn't good at coaxing people. Le Zhishi buried his head in his shoulder. This time, he didn't dare to wipe his nose. He sobbed and asked intermittently, "Won't the clothes get dirty?"
You really like to ask questions.
Song Yu said in a low voice, "If it gets dirty, you can wash it."
This time, Le Zhishi cried unscrupulously, just like when he was a child, his cries shook the sky. Song Yu lay there quietly, his eyes empty. This scene was unfamiliar to both of them in their adolescence. When they were young, they often hugged each other like this. To the Song Yu as a child, Le Zhishi was a noisy little toy that followed behind him like a clockwork. He was like the duckling in Cat and Mouse that couldn't be shaken off. But as long as he hugged him, he would calm down and fall asleep quickly.
After he fell asleep, he became very obedient. Just like how the adults described him, he was like a doll.
After he grew up, Le Zhishi seemed to be asleep when he was awake. He was very obedient and didn't cry casually. He was sensible and lovable. Adolescent children were ashamed to cry as much as they wanted. It was as if their troubles weren't worthy of being called troubles. It was not worth mentioning and was insignificant. It was as if they were pretending to be worried. Only in front of Song Yu could Le Zhishi release without any burden.
Le Zhishi's crying became softer. Song Yu guessed that he was going to talk, so he paid attention. Unexpectedly, he actually touched Song Yu's arm, pulled his hand to his back, and made a small request with a nasal voice. "Can you pat my back?"
Song Yu didn't refuse. He raised his hand and patted gently. Le Zhishi looked up at him. "When I said 'pat', I didn't mean a quantitative unit."
"Okay." Song Yu responded. He clapped his hands gently and asked, "Do you feel wronged?"
They understood each other very well. Le Zhishi understood very quickly and gave an answer. "I don't feel particularly wronged. What he said is the truth. Maybe he can't figure out why he was hit by me." At this point, Le Zhishi actually laughed through his tears. "But he deserves to be hit for bullying a classmate. You don't know this, but he always used his feet to kick others."
Song Yu's mouth tightened. "Don't get involved in this kind of thing in the future."
"Okay." Le Zhishi closed his eyes again. It was as if he had entered a warm cocoon. He emptied his mind and said softly, "Actually, I almost don't remember what my parents look like."
Song Yu patted him. "Aren't there photos on your bedside table?"
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