Lovely Allergen

[Big Brother Song Yu, see the words like face. This sentence in traditional Chinese romantic style is something I recently heard from my father. It feels very peculiar. Every time I receive a letter from you, I have this illusion, as if I have seen you many times. Waiting is really not an easy task. You should not believe it, because I couldn't receive your letter last month, I even bought a ticket to China myself, but I woke up again in the taxi. Because you said you really hope that the first time we meet when we grow up is when you come to see me.

Hearing from my father that you will come in summer, I can take you to the ranch to see the lamb cubs that have just given birth. There will be many flowers in my little garden by then. There are also white cliffs and coastline, we can bike to see.

I wish I would wake up in summer tomorrow. ]

In the summer of eighteen years old, Song Yu and his parents boarded a flight to London. The flight time was 11.5 hours. When he arrived, it was already 19 o'clock in the evening. However, in this high latitude country, the days are extraordinarily long and the night has not yet fallen. The streets are still bustling.

Le Yi and Olivia made a special trip to pick up their family of three. Although they have not seen each other for a few years, Song Yu feels that they have not changed much, and Le Yi is still talking and laughing.

"Xiaoyu's head sprang so fast. Last time I went back to China by myself to see you, it seems that it hasn't been this high."

Song Jin smiled and said: "It was when you were growing up, half of your family's European and American genes, I'm afraid it might not grow faster."

Olivia can already understand most of Chinese, and says no in accented English.

Le Yi also waved his hand, "That little guy in my family does not grow as fast as your son, at least..." He looked at it visually, "Half a head." After speaking, he said in a tone not to blame, " When Lezhi was on vacation early, I packed up a lot of things and went to the holiday cottage. After all, it was more comfortable than apartments and buildings, and there was a garden he liked. Originally, he was asked to come and pick you up today, but he was temporarily called by the owner of the nearby ranch. Help take care of the little lamb."

He shrugged, "You know, he can't walk when he sees a small animal."

Song Jin and Lin Rong both laughed and talked about an anecdote about him chasing squirrels in the park when he was a child. Everyone said that they got into the car with a smile, and naturally switched topics, just like the friends who get along with each other every day, not unfamiliar at all.

In the car, the only regret was Song Yu.

After all, the guy who once wrote in the letter, "When you come, I will pick you up myself" did not come.

The brother with whom he writes every month is actually no better than a little lamb.

Song Yu leaned on the seat, looked at the bustling city hurriedly passing by outside the window, comforted in his heart, perhaps it was a large group of little lambs.

The last time he and Lezhishi met is a very long memory. At that time, Lezhishi was only about three or four years old. Later on, many times when Leyi and his wife wanted to take him back to China to play, it was broken for various reasons. It's because of Le Yi's work relationship. What impressed me deeply was the time when Song Yu was eleven years old. He was waiting for them very much. But in the end, Lezhishi had a sudden allergy and had an asthma attack, so he couldn't get on the plane.

Unlike the modern efficient and fast way of making friends, what maintains the relationship between Lezhishi and Song Yu is letter by hand. This idea was born by Le Yi, who was romantic by nature. He believed that mobile phones and chat software were the worst inventions in the world, omitting the process of thinking and waiting, and showing everything to each other, not even as warm as a phone call.

It is good to write a letter, he said, when you write a letter, you will think and consciously word your greetings carefully. Because you can't touch the sound and the picture, you will rub all your emotions in the paper and the words, and the emotions will be fermented while waiting.

On the other hand, he believes that even if Lezhishi grew up in the UK, he still needs to master the ability to write in Chinese. There is nothing more suitable for him as a sparring partner than a brother who is far away in his home country.

They made a weird but interesting agreement that each other can only write to each other, and other communication methods are considered cheating.

So they just exchanged letters with Le Zhishi since Song Yu was very young, and the frequency was basically once a month. At first Le Zhishi didn't even know how to write Chinese characters. Even with Le Yi's teaching, he preferred to communicate with Song Yu through straightforward painting. He first received a letter from Lezhi when he was ten years old.

[Song Yu, your name is really hard to write. ]

Obviously only this sentence, thirteen words, but Song Yu read it for a long time and found it very cute.

Later, Le Zhishi began to become more and more proficient in Chinese writing, and even quoted sentences from books he had read, showing his Chinese proficiency like a little peacock. Slowly, he began to tell Song Yu about himself. He confided to Song Yu unreservedly the problems of growing up, big and small, the confusion and confusion of adolescence.

Perhaps because they are far apart, they have a sense of security and beauty. This kind of secret communication between the two at a long distance allows them to accompany each other to grow up, but they are endlessly curious about each other.

"It's getting late now. You will be tired from jet lag, so don't drive there." Le Yi drove them back to their house on the outskirts of London and arranged for them to rest. It was a very warm and beautiful townhouse The apartment has two floors. Olivia arranged for Song Yu to live in Le Zhishi's room.

She opened the door to show Song Yu the furnishings in English conveniently, and prepared toiletries for him. "He has a childish personality, so don't mind the many things in the room."

There are many books in it. On the carpet, there is a picture book of plants spread out by him. The painting board is a half-painted still life oil painting. There are also many plants, ornaments and Lego. It is full of dangdang, but it looks full of life.

Song Yu calmly said: "It should be that he don't mind if I stay here for one night."

"He doesn't mind. It's even his suggestion, because he thinks the guest room is too small." A smile appeared on Olivia's face. "But he said you have a cleanliness fetish, please ask me to clean up the room before you come. But I ended my work too late, too late." She said, pulling open the closet, "Xiaoyu, you go downstairs and have something to eat first."

Song Yu stood by the bed, bowed his head slightly, and scanned the light blue bed, which looked very clean and soft.

"No trouble." He said to Olivia, who was about to be busy.

I thought jet lag would be very torturous, but Lezhishi’s bed seemed to have a magical power to make people fall asleep quickly. Song Yu lay down and looked at the six small pots of plants on his window sill and his unfinished. The painting, smelling the faint aroma of plant rhizomes, cream and wood in the fluffy bedding, fell into a drowsy dream.

There is always a subtle offense to sleep in his bed one step earlier than seeing him. When Song Yu folded the quilt the next day, he had this thought in hindsight.

When he turned around, he saw the desk where Lezhi had posted many convenient stickers. The font he wrote in English was easily reminiscent of the feeling he wrote in Chinese. It was a common sense of slenderness, but Song Yu didn’t take a closer look. inappropriate. Although this unsuspecting guy has given him the right to use the entire room.

After breakfast, they drove to the resort. It was a rural village an hour's drive from London. It was located in the south of England, near a seaside town. Compared with London's unpredictable weather, it was in Le Yi's mouth. , Where there is the best sunshine in the UK.

When he was approaching, Olivia made a call. Song Yu looked at the scenery outside the car window seemingly unintentionally, but the subtle sound from the phone caused some magnetic interference to him.

He seemed to hear Lezhishi's voice, but it was distorted and unclear.

He heard Olivia call him Joey by his English name, sweetheart, and what Lezhishi said on the other end, he couldn't understand. This made Song Yu a little irritable for no reason. The summer in the temperate oceanic climate was not so hot. The humid summer breeze across the car window was blowing on his face, feeling soft, much like the style of writing letters in Lezhishi.

[Big Brother Song Yu, I heard that it rained for a long time there, and it happened to be the same in London. It rained suddenly yesterday evening and I was soaked. I was in a bad mood, but suddenly I thought that you might also be in the rain at this moment. I felt a very sweet mood, feeling that you and me are actually very close.

As always, I hope you can come earlier, I am here waiting for you. ]

As the car drove into the small town, there were large green broad-leaved trees, and green lawns like short pile carpets were strewn with honey-colored and dark gray country houses.

"Here." Le Yi parked his car in front of a three-story holiday cottage. They got out of the car and went around to the trunk to take their luggage. Song Yu brought a black box and followed Olivia into the house. The front yard was planted with white roses and unnamed low trees. The lawn was equipped with tea tables and several rocking chairs. The door of the house is open, the living room is warmly decorated, there is a bottle of unscrewed sunscreen, a light blue baseball cap and a box of ice milk on the table, and a red cotton short is placed on the back of the chair. sleeve.

"He must be in the backyard." Olivia said firmly.

Song Yu heard the sound of water in the backyard. He felt the wooden floor under his feet turned into driftwood in the bay, and his senses became sensitive.

The sunlight fell on Song Yu's face the moment he stepped out, his vision was a bit blurred, everything looked like an overexposed negative under the dazzling sunlight. He squinted slightly, and the light purple hydrangea bushes appeared. Among the grass blades, a snow-white back was looming, and there was a water column rising in the air, a transparent arc faintly accompanied by a rainbow.

"Joey!" Olivia leaned in and drank him. "You used the hose for watering the flowers to take a shower again!"

The water column disappeared in an instant, and the sound of water also stopped.

A panicked face turned in the hydrangea bushes, the wetness in the sun exuded a golden halo, and the eyes were big and transparent like gems.

See literally like face.

The more than a hundred letters I have seen before are not enough.

But Le Zhishi, who was blamed, quickly turned his head again. Soon after, Song Yu heard a very cute sorry with a long tone, and saw that his snow-white back was covered with a large gray bath towel and came out from the other end of the bush.

He stepped on the soft lawn with bare feet, a pair of white legs, a pair of navy blue swimming trunks, and a bath towel on his body, but his white abdomen and arms still could not be covered, and his wet hair was swept behind his ears, revealing a pair of touches. After the water is more innocent, the eyebrows are more pure.

"This is the brother you look forward to every day." Olivia deliberately introduced it in a teasing manner.

Le Zhishi wiped his hand in embarrassment, stretched out to Song Yu, and shook his hand. The cold and warm body temperature blended and transmitted, and Lezhishi's eyelashes were dripping with water, and they trembled slightly.

His voice is also very nice, as if to be solemn, he deliberately spoke in Chinese, calling him "Big Brother Song Yu" with a slight accent.

For a moment, Song Yu's brain flashed many letters written by Le Zhishi, a large number of intimate complaints, and childish shows, which corresponded to the person in front of him one by one, forming a kind of figurative sweetness.

The corners of Song Yu's mouth raised a slight arc, his voice was deep, and he quoted Lezhishi's mantra "lovely" with a bit of joking, and shook his hand and said to him: "Lovelytoseeyou."

Le Zhishi’s ears seemed to be pinched by someone, and they appeared translucent red in the sun. He let go and said he was going to change his clothes, and then ran all the way into the house, following the red short on the chair. sleeve.

He was full of vitality and tenderness.

We met again in the room on the third floor of Song Yu. He was packing his luggage and suddenly heard a knock on the door. When he turned around, he saw Le Zhishi standing by the door, wearing the red shirt that made him glowing white, and a black suit. shorts. He walked in naturally, his blow-dried hair was very fluffy and brown slightly curled.

"You are different from what I imagined." Le Zhishi skipped the opening remarks, stood directly in front of him, and looked at him with curiosity without hesitation.

Song Yu put down a sun protection suit in his hand, looked at him, calmly asked, "Why is it different?"

The corner of Le Zhishi's mouth suddenly raised a smile, his arms swayed tensely, and he held it with both hands. After a sigh of relief, he said sincerely, "Much more handsome than I thought."

Seeing that Song Yu seemed unmoved by the compliment, Lezhi asked again, "Are there many people complimenting you for your good looks? Do many girls in your school invite you to the prom and be their male partner? "

Song Yu hung up the last piece of clothing, and said casually to his back, "There is no prom, so there will be no male partner."

Le Zhishi obviously showed a look of relief, "That's a blessing."

Song Yu turned around and saw that he was already sitting on his bed, with two long thin white legs stretched out and swaying lightly, as if very happy.

"Don't you know that I have a habit of cleanliness?"

Hearing these words, Le Zhishi seemed to be frightened by him, and his eyes widened. But Song Yu quickly said, "Just kidding."

Le Zhishi was confused, "So you don't have a cleanliness addiction."

Song Yu gave a clearer answer, "No to you."

After he finished speaking, he walked outside the door, Le Zhishi followed him, followed him out, told him that his room was next door, and tried to show him his balcony, but Song Yu did not go in. On this floor there is only a room for the two of them. Going downstairs, the second floor is the bedroom of the two couples. Standing on the stairs can hear their laughter.

For lunch, they ate barbecue and French fries in the shade of the front yard. Lezhishi was struggling to cut a piece of beef with tendons. Lin Rong, who was sitting next to him, claimed that he must give Lezhishi a meal in the afternoon. For the delicious authentic Chinese food, the long-awaited he immediately put down his knife and fork and gratefully kissed Lin Rong on the cheek.

Song Yu sat diagonally across from him and took a sip of Jin and Tonic. His eyes would occasionally fall on Le Zhishi to see his glorious appearance.

"Did you go swimming today?" Le Yi asked Le Zhishi.

"Yes, the water in the swimming pool is cold and not clean, so I came back to take a shower." Le Zhishi thought of it and defended himself.

Olivia said with a smile while sharing the meal, "This is not the reason why you see the guests naked."

Le Zhishi's face turned red again, and there were gin and tonic and absinthe on the table. He did not drink a bite, but a lovely blush appeared on his cheeks. Song Yu drank it, but didn't respond. He lowered his head, cutting a plate of beef very meticulously, precise and gentle.

"It doesn't count to wear swimming trunks." Le Zhishi couldn't help but argue, "not to mention that I am still wearing a bath towel."

"Yes, barefoot." Le Yi added for him.

The adults at the table all laughed. Song Yu raised his eyes and looked at each other when he was happy, and realized that he would avoid his gaze. After two seconds, he moved back and asked him if he needed fish.

Song Yu took a piece of grilled trout he had divided, said thank you, and then handed him the whole plate of cut beef.

"No need to exchange." Lezhishi waved his hand quickly.

"It's not an exchange." Song Yu stood up, put the plate in front of Le Zhishi, a tall shadow enveloped him, "It was originally cut for you."

Le Zhishi was a little dazed, then whispered thanks, and put a cross into his mouth. The adults joked "It's really nice to have a brother", Lezhishi's cheeks are stuffed up, and they look at Song Yu from time to time when they chew.

In the leisure time after the meal, everyone sits in the front yard and drinks tea. Song Yu sat for a while and read a dozen pages of books in the rocking chair, feeling a little sleepy. So he went upstairs, and when he stepped on the third floor, he heard overlapping steps.

Behind the door, like a hunter, he waited for the prey that was snatched by himself, and got a panic look.

"You... do you want to sleep?" Le Zhishi looked at Song Yu and asked.

"Maybe." Song Yu opened the door wider, like an invitation to enter the room.

"Don't sleep." Lezhishi naturally followed up and even grabbed his wrist. "I know you are coming. I thought about plans for many days. I wrote down all the interesting and beautiful places in the UK, and just waited. Watching you. Now you have to sleep in such a nice weather."

He added: "You don't know how rare good weather is in the UK."

Song Yu believes that all British people like to talk about the weather. At the same time, he discovered a strange trait in Lezhishi. It is the innocence and self-confidence displayed by people who have never been harmed before. He can express himself without obstacles, without being overly ashamed, and not because of the first meeting. Embarrassed, approached naturally, and not afraid of rejection.

Of course, he couldn't refuse Le Zhishi either.

"Then follow your plan." Song Yu thought of his mother's nickname for him in the car, so he added, "Little tour guide."

Le Zhishi didn't understand the meaning of the tour guide. After asking, she was very excited, "I will definitely be a very good tour guide."

He took Song Yu to bike to the bay, where there is no fine white sand beach, and the coastline is filled with shimmering pebbles. The street shop sells strawberry waffles packed with cream. Lezhishi cannot eat waffles, but he looked back three times, so Song Yu said that he wanted to eat them.

"Really?" Lezhishi was surprised, and quickly stopped the car, "I'll buy it for you."

But Song Yu only took a bite and handed it to him, saying it was too sweet. Lezhishi used a fork to fork a large red strawberry, filled it with cream and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It's okay."

"Strawberry waffle." Song Yu pointed to the box in his hand, "You eat strawberries, and I'll take care of the waffle."

They reached a consensus, like a tacit understanding of growing up together, although not.

Song Yu had the illusion that he had grown up watching Le Zhishi, but the vivid Le Zhishi stood in front of him, and there were many beautiful details that Song Yu could not expect. He laughed with a shallow vortex at the corner of his mouth, and the gesture of touching his arm while he was speaking introduced the confidence of the art and architecture in the town.

"This is one of the most open places in the UK. LGBT people will party and travel here every summer. It is rainbow-colored and very beautiful."

When he talked about this topic, he would tentatively observe Song Yu's expression.

"Really?" Song Yu said lightly, "Sounds good."

The sea is near, they walk on the pebbles in their shoes, and the beach is full of men and women in bikinis and swimming trunks. Le Zhishi took Song Yu to the sea and suggested that he take off his shoes and feel it. Song Yu did. They carried their shoes, the salty sea breeze rolled up their clothes, and the tide came up and touched their insteps and ankles.

"It's so cold." Le Zhishi smiled like a child, and then moved closer to Song Yu, with his round thumb resting on the edge of Song Yu's foot. Their feet are also different in size. Song Yu's complexion is slightly darker, and Lezhishi looks whiter underwater, like shiny porcelain.

Song Yu also approached him a little bit, and even stepped on his white and soft instep with half of his foot. Lezhi Shi did not resist.

This kind of action feels more intimate than holding hands.

When Song Yu retracted his feet, the water wave shook, Le Zhishi stepped his feet on top of him, and then smiled at him with his face up.

"Are you retaliating?" Song Yu said.

"This is communication." Le Zhishi was serious. They stood side by side in the sea and sea breeze, with their arms rubbing their arms, Le Zhishi looked down, grabbed Song Yu's wrists, and lifted them up, not as if they were going to hold hands with him. They just used their thumbs and index fingers to measure Song Yu's The wrist, but it can't be encircled. His fingertips pressed Song Yu's protruding wrist bones and his vivid veins across the skin.

"I have a watch." Lezhishi said while holding his wrist. "It suits you well."

"Yours?" Song Yu also grabbed his very thin wrist.

"Yes, but I only wore it once, actually..."

As he was talking, a brown-haired white girl in a black bikini walked towards them, her eyes locked on Song Yu's body, looking at his broad shoulders and upright features. She stood in front of Song Yu enthusiastically and asked him whether he was an overseas student or a tourist, and if he wanted to have a cocktail with him in the bar by the sea.

Le Zhishi also raised his face at this time, frowning slightly.

Song Yu refused, "I have already drunk."

The other party keenly sensed what he meant, and the resistance of the boy next to him, and couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were a couple."

Le Zhishi's frowning brows loosened, turning into a panic, shaking his head in embarrassment, and unwilling to shake it too hard.

"we……"

Song Yu neither denied nor admitted, but grabbed Le Zhishi's wrist. The girl said not to disturb your date and left.

"We didn't have a date." After she left, Lezhishi replied weakly.

Song Yu let go, "The first time I met after so many years, to say a little more solemnly, it is considered to be an appointment."

Le Zhishi tried to understand what he was saying, and saw the faint red marks remaining after his wrist was held by him.

"I didn't finish talking just now." Le Zhishi looked at Song Yu's profile, "I bought you the watch that I only wore once."

"I want to send you a birthday present."

It can only be written by letters.

"But it violates the rules, doesn't it?" Le Zhishi seemed to be muttering to himself.

"I'm in front of you now." Song Yu also looked at him, "I am the one who violated the rules first."

Lezhishi's eyelashes swayed lightly, her eyes clear and confused.

Song Yu said, "Do you know that you missed a letter?"

Panic flashed in his eyes when he watched Lezhi, Song Yu continued.

"A letter that is only half-written is more than half erased by you with a pen."

[Big Brother Song Yu, I always fall into a long period of depression after an asthma attack. I am very troubled by my unhealthy condition. I don’t want you to come to see me at such times. I hope I will be healthy and full when you come. active. I hope you will like the real me (a red rash when I am sick, very ugly), not just the name in the letter. It’s strange. I don’t actually remember the experience of meeting you when I was a kid, but I miss you so much. Why do people miss someone who hasn’t met?

There is only you in the world that I can talk to without reservation, my family, my friends, no one can replace you. No matter what happens, as long as I can get your letter in the mailbox, I will feel happy. You can't believe it, I had a dream about you in the hospital bed after the onset of the illness. We met, did not shake hands, you kissed my cheek and said lovelytoseeyou.

It's terrible, it's not the most terrible, the terrible thing is that I feel so sorry when I wake up, I hope that kiss falls on my lips.

Do I like it]

"Knowing the time." For the first time, he used the name that he had thought about many times, always wanting to write at the beginning of the letter, but he wavered again.

At the last sentence that was not finished, Song Yu seemed to face him calmly and asked him.

"Do you like me?"