Lovely Allergen

"Me?" Le Zhishi blinked slowly, "I'll wait for Senior Song Yu."

The girl’s eyes were full of gossip, "Are you really brothers? Do you live together?"

"It's not the kind of pro." Lezhishi only answered the first question, then lowered his eyes, opened the workbook, and said softly, "Let's learn quickly..."

"Oh yes yes," the girl also realized something. She turned her head and glanced at a certain senior sister who was endorsing in the corner. She turned her head and said quietly, "I won't disturb you, I'll go back. Let's talk next time!"

Does next time mean she can study here every day?

After thinking for two seconds, Lezhishi opened a new map for self-study with a little envy. He tried to concentrate, but the feeling of studying here is too different from that of being in the classroom. Nesting in the classroom to do homework, wandering around on the promenade to endorse, guarding the third year after school, whatever he does is nothing but his unilateral actions, not even waiting, after all, waiting for someone and being waiting is a two-way street.

This time is different, not waiting without permission.

Thinking about it, Le Zhishi raised her eyes again. The girl who was chatting on her mobile phone not far away had a sweet smile, probably chatting with her boyfriend. When he was thinking, he subconsciously wanted to bite the end of the pen, thinking of Song Yu's face, and held back.

It seems... it's still different from them.

After finishing the last question, I rang the bell for fear of calling Song Yu and so on. Le Zhishi packed up his schoolbags almost as quickly as possible, but the next door seemed to be dragged again, and there was no one at the door. Le Zhishi stood at the back door of the third grade (5) class and looked in. Song Yu looked down and read, with a pair of silver glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is mildly short-sighted and he hardly needs glasses at ordinary times. He only wears them when he uses his eyes for a long time.

Le Zhishi liked the slight squinting and frowning movements that he occasionally appeared when he was not wearing glasses. It can't be said why, but he likes it inexplicably.

The students in the back row seemed to find a junior high school student standing at the back door, whispering and turning back. At first, Lezhi didn’t feel anything was wrong, until he heard someone whisper, "Isn’t that Song Yu’s brother?" He felt as if he was stabbed by something, and immediately covered his beaten eyes. Strange, so he hid aside.

"Why are you more guilty than me." The girl just stood openly outside the classroom, seemingly not afraid of her little girlfriend being caught by the teacher or classmates, "This is also Peiya’s place, I’m Peiya Students, it’s reasonable to stand here."

Lezhishi thought for a while, "Yes." So he also stood next to the girl, and within two seconds, another stepped to the right, pulling away from her.

After the class was finally over, the teacher came out and deliberately looked at Lezhishi's face. The other students in the classroom were very active after school, but Song Yu sorted them out slowly. A few senior sisters came out arm in arm and surrounded Lezhishi.

"You are the little brother in Song Yu's house, right?"

"Is it a half-blood? He looks so cute."

"Are these eyelashes real?"

Le Zhishi was used to being watched and didn't think there was anything. Instead, they answered their questions one by one, "Yes, um, these are real eyelashes."

There was a big circle outside the window, and Qin Yan looked enthusiastically inside, and started teasing Song Yu again: "Your brother's popularity is really not worse than you, senior sisters and sisters all kill."

Song Yu didn't speak, put his schoolbag and walked out. When Le Zhishi saw him coming out from the window, he immediately stretched out his arms and waved his hands, his eyes were bright, and he squeezed out from between them, "Sorry, senior sister, I'm going home."

Unconsciously, it was late autumn, and the cool breeze drilled straight toward the neck and ankles like a little spirit close to people, and could not hide. When going downstairs, Le Zhishi noticed that the girl in the class next door just came down side by side with the junior high school seniors who were not tall. They were next to each other on the crowded and dim stairs. They also secretly held their hands, and quickly released them.

Leaving the teaching building, he glanced at Song Yu next to him again, wanting to say something. It was strange, but he couldn't think of what to say at once, and finally just asked: "Are my eyes still ugly?"

Song Yu stared at him and remained silent, causing him to be stared and covering his right eye, and he heard Song Yu chuckle again.

weird.

There were so many people after school. They separated the bicycle parking spots at the school gate and looked for their own cars. When Le Zhishi took out the key to unlock, they found something was wrong. Song Yu walked up with the bicycle and watched him crouching there, his expression was not surprised at all, "Broken?"

"The tire is broken." Le Zhishi squatted on the ground, poked the flat tire a few times, and looked up at Song Yu, "Although it is dark to guess, I reasonably suspect that Wang Jie and the others did it."

What's blatantly, what's dark and not dark. Song Yu stepped into the car, "Come in."

"Then what should I do with my car?" I asked, but Koke Zhishi had already locked his car in his hands.

"Say it during the day."

Le Zhishi sat in the back seat obediently, and offered to help Song Yu to hold his schoolbag. He didn't expect that the other party's schoolbag was unexpectedly heavy and his thighs were broken into big rocks. Maybe after a while, his leg was completely numb, and the leg became weak as soon as he walked, and he fell into Song Yu's arms, and then he carried him like he did when he was a child.

Riding a bicycle out of the school, Le Zhishi, who is brainstorming the plot, hides behind Song Yu and laughs.

The various late-night snack stalls in front of the school were almost set up as a small night market, and the stoves set up to warm up the cold and damp night of late autumn. The eldest brother of the fried rice with smoke in his mouth, the handle of the pan was turned back and forth in his hand, the fried rice fluttered, the grains rose and fell, and the aroma went straight into the nose. The duck necks are so delicious that they are strung up and rolled over an open flame, brushed with spicy oil, and the soul will be there as soon as the spice is sprinkled. Three fresh vermicelli pots are also stewed in the casserole, the lid is lifted and the mist is lingering, and the fragrance is delicious.

Sitting in the back seat, Le Zhishi thought of something, then turned around and asked: "Big Brother Song Yu, have you finished the fried chestnuts today?"

Song Yu hummed loosely.

"In fact, you can give it to Brother Qin Yan if you can't finish it," Le Zhishi looked at the new target again when he heard the sound of knocking on the board, and said as he walked, "He often gives me snacks."

Song Yu didn't say anything.

Le Zhishi discovered something, "Ding Ding Gao!" Excitedly patted Song Yu on the back several times and asked him to stop.

Song Yu pressed the brakes, and stopped in front of a very simple stall as he requested. On a large steamer in the square was placed an ingenious two-part wooden device with an ordinary cylindrical shape underneath. , There is a lotus-shaped wooden cover with a hollow long handle upside down. The stall owner's grandfather greeted warmly, "Come on to eat steamed cake? Two for three yuan, pretty sweet."

Le Zhishi nodded, "I want two. Can I put more brown sugar?"

"Yes, how can't this be." The old man was swift and scooped out a large spoonful of glutinous rice flour, glutinous rice flour and icing sugar mixture from the box, put it on the cylinder as a base, and sprinkled it with a thick layer. The brown sugar is stacked in two layers like this, covered with a lid to form a wooden jar, and placed on the steamer for steaming.

While waiting, Le Zhishi heard Song Yu say, "You almost got hot when you ate this for the first time."

"Really?" He turned his head, completely impressed, "I don't even remember."

"What do you remember?" Song Yu stared down at the mold. The warm yellow lights of the night market and the steaming hot fog softened his profile picture. "At the time, Dad was holding you. You must say this toy is fun, just reach out. To touch it, the steam scalded to tears."

He seemed to be impressed again, "Then what were you doing at that time?"

While talking, the cake was already steamed. Grandpa opened the wooden pot and used the long handle on it to poke the cylinder. The hot topping cake couldn't stand it anymore, and it popped up and was pocketed into the bag.

"Me?" Song Yu took the top cake, "I'm laughing at you."

Lezhi Shi was depressed and serious, "If you were scalded and cried, I won't laugh at you."

Song Yu gave him the cake, "You will cry." After saying that, he walked in the direction of the bicycle.

"I won't cry now." Le Zhishi followed him, thinking of the noon incident, and patched himself, "...unless you recruit me."

"I don't have this habit."

Then he always cried when he was a child, there is always a reason.

Anyway, I must blame Song Yu in my heart.

The topping cake in the bag is so hot that I want to take a bite while Lezhi is hot. When I opened it, the red candy was smeared thickly, still heart-shaped. I took a bite and almost spit it out, but I couldn’t stand the gluttony. I chewed it quickly. The powder was soft and waxy. The brown sugar inside was half melted and kind. Simple and thick sweet. In Le Zhishi's mind, the melted white sugar is like dew on a lotus leaf. When he was a child, he felt that the small transparent and beautiful dew must be sweet, and brown sugar can be compared to the sticky char of a roasted sweet potato that drips honey quickly. Layer, double the deliciousness to eat in cold weather.

Song Yu saw that he couldn't keep up for a long time. When he turned his head, he saw him standing in place with his head up and his mouth open. There was a white mist in his mouth, which looked like a happiness brand human-shaped humidifier.

"Is it tasty?"

Le Zhishi nodded, ran over, stuffed the other one into Song Yu's hand, and said vaguely, "You too."

Song Yu took a bite, threw it to Lezhishi when it was too sweet, and took him home by bike.

"Can I still study in your activity room tomorrow?"

"Go if you want."

"Will the teacher come to check?" Le Zhishi remembered, and grabbed Song Yu's clothes. "There is a next-door class inside. It's the girlfriend of a boy in your class. She fell in love early."

"I can't catch your head."

"Yes." But he was still a little scared. "Can I say that I am your brother? If someone asks."

Song Yu didn't respond, and quickly entered the community, only to give an hum. The two went upstairs together. Lin Rong and Song Jin hadn't returned yet. Lezhishi changed their shoes and slumped on the sofa. He grabbed the cat on his knee, opened his belly and slapped it all over. Squint, "Orange, are you sleepy?"

The orange in his arms made a comfortable grunt, and when Le Zhishi continued, "I have eaten too much, so I am not sleepy. Brother Song Yu, can I go to bed after watching the two episodes of One Piece?"

Little Pomeranian, who was scratching her legs frantically, was picked up by Song Yu and walked to the second floor with her arms, "Wake up 15 minutes early tomorrow, and I will take you to school."

Lezhishi got up quickly, regardless of the cat, "Then I will take a bath and sleep now."

aim--

The abandoned cat owner stretched out his paws and scratched Lezhishi's back to demonstrate his dignity.