Lovely Allergen

Song Yu passed Lezhishi's friend request and promised that Lezhishi would take him to play together after the college entrance examination, and the two would form a team.

He only started playing games in his freshman year.

At first, Song Yu thought he could adapt well to the life of leaving home and thought that the heavy schoolwork was enough to fulfill his daily life, but it turned out not to be the case. Even if he was really tired during the day, lying in bed at night and closing his eyes, he still It's hard to sleep.

Later, I was dragged by my roommate to play the game together, and found that I could temporarily divert attention, so I played for a while. Song Yu is very good at using sniper, his operation is very stable, and he rises quickly, but after not playing for too long, the effect of distracting attention is obviously reduced, and he doesn't want to play anymore.

Le Zhishi lowered his head, happily staring at their friends' interface, and asked Song Yu if he could accept him as a disciple. But Song Yu quickly refused.

"Why?" Lezhishi thought the master-disciple relationship in the game was very interesting. Many people were like this. His classmates kept tempting him to apprentice, but Lezhishi never wavered. He just wanted to play a game with Song Yu, when he knew that Song Yu was also playing this game.

"Is our relationship not complicated enough?" Song Yu said, looking at the document.

Too.

Lezhishi felt that it was easier to call her brother.

Ending the topic of the game, the two began to sit in a row and learn together. Le Zhishi felt that Song Yu had a kind of magical power that would make him feel at ease. By his side, as long as there was no thunder, he could endorse intently, and his memory was much better.

Both of them are people who will forget the time when they learn. After Lezhishi finished memorizing the book, they went through the collection of wrong multiple-choice questions again. When they looked up, it was half past seven.

"No wonder I'm a little hungry." Lezhishi leaned back in the chair, "It's all past dinner time."

Song Yu also remembered that his meals were always irregular, so he also forgot about it. Picking up the phone, he asked Lezhi, "What do you want to eat, order takeaway. The rain hasn't stopped outside, and the downstairs may have been flooded."

"Can you bring in takeaway?" Lezhishi doubted, "I want to eat snail noodles."

Song Yu questioned his request, but Lezhishi really wanted to eat this. "It is very suitable for eating snail noodles when it rains, and hot pot. This kind of soup is very comfortable to eat."

"Wrong reason." Song Yu still sent a WeChat message to roommate Chen Fangyuan, asking him if he had any snail fans.

[Chen Fangyuan: It's finished. But I have hot and sour noodles, which are delicious, and instant noodles. They are all under my table. Take them yourself! And ham sausage! ]

"Hot and sour noodles are also okay." Lezhishi saw the chat box on the computer screen, "Instant noodles should also be delicious."

The word "should" made Song Yu feel pitiful for him, so he touched his head.

Lezhishi got his wish and ate a very unhealthy meal-soaked in soft hot and sour noodles, potato chips, spicy konjac and a large pile of waveli seaweed. Already very full, Song Yu still forced him to eat an apple. Lezhishi held it until he didn't want to move, and lay on the table for a while.

I feel that my stomach is trying very hard to digest food. Lezhishi’s big eyes are looking around. The flowers he bought at noon are a bit wilted, but they are still very fragrant. There are many sticky notes on the wall with the words Lezhishi see I don’t understand professional notes, and some should be celestial maps and geological maps. There are neat professional books and reference books in the book support on the table, as well as printed papers.

Lezhishi was a little disappointed by the fact that he did not have a globe made by him, but it passed quickly. He wondered if the globe made by hand was not accurate enough. Does it appear that he has no professionalism when placed on top of it.

It's not like a watch and can be worn on your hand every day.

Keeping looking at it, Lezhishi saw a bottle with the big palm next to the thermos cup. The packaging was in English. He didn't recognize the word in front of it.

Just when Song Yu came out of the bath, Le Zhishi turned around, picked up the bottle and shook it at him, "Is this for food?"

"No." Song Yu walked over, took the bottle from his hand and put it back in place, "Melatonin is a hormone."

Lezhishi is automatically classified as a skin care product, "Can I eat it?"

"No." Song Yu urged him to take a bath, and Lezhishi had to act.

Every time he was urged, Lezhishi had the illusion of being a roommate with Song Yu. This feeling can stimulate the joy of Lezhi, as if they are not actually brothers who are three years away, but people of the same age. They study together, go to school together, and can get up and sleep together every day.

He doesn't have to wait at home every day, every other week he asks Lin Rong and Song Yu if he will go home.

When they both finished taking a shower one after another, they received a video call from Lin Rong. The family of four was separated in two places and chatted for a long time across the screen. It seemed that it was raining heavily in Shanghai, and Song Jin's work was temporarily cancelled. The two could only stay in the hotel to see the river view. Song Jin joked that it was a honeymoon rain arranged by God, and Lin Rong suddenly pushed it out of the picture.

Le Zhishi also felt that the rain was a coincidence, otherwise he might have returned home now, one person, one cat and one dog, very desolate.

He glanced at Song Yu and felt he was even more bleak, after all, he didn't even have a cat or a dog.

After the phone was hung up, Song Yu began to urge him to sleep again.

"Don't you keep saying that you don't get enough sleep, but today can be used as a supplementary sleep."

Their dormitory is also a typical quadruple room with bed and table. Song Yu asked Le Zhishi to go up and sleep in his bed. After all, the bedding he used is the same brand as the one at home, and there should be no allergies.

Le Zhishi lay down obediently, and Song Yu took his phone away. With the air conditioner on, he got into the quilt, and was instantly enveloped by the familiar Song Yu's smell, which even gave him the illusion of being soft enough to sink and falling into it indefinitely. For a moment, he hoped that he could be buried in it forever. It would be nice to find no one except Song Yu.

The college entrance examination was very hard and studying was very tiring. He wanted to hide in Song Yu's quilt.

"I turned off the lights." After Song Yu finished speaking, the lights in the dormitory went out. The darkness is like a bigger quilt, and it rushes down to cover him with a very fast speed. Le Zhishi consciously leaned in, leaving room for Song Yu.

But he waited for a long time, and Song Yu didn't come up either. He waited patiently for a while, feeling that a long time had passed before he couldn't help but look down at the railing of the bed, and saw Song Yu sitting quietly reading a book.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Lezhishi asked, "It's already ten o'clock."

"I'm not sleepy." Song Yu said, "You go to bed first." After that, he added, "I have discussed with my roommate, and I will sleep in his bed."

Le Zhishi was extremely disappointed. He pressed close to the wall, and the space left for Song Yu instantly became meaningless.

He did not respond.

The two were silent for a while, and Lezhishi finally compromised, turned around, faced the wall, and pretended that they were asleep. But he heard Song Yu turning off the lamp, and also heard Song Yu climbing onto another bed.

He comforted himself in his heart, this bed was indeed too small, maybe Song Yu just chose the one that is easier to bear from the cleanliness and the cramps.

The dark space was exceptionally silent. Lezhishi persuaded him to persuade him, but fell asleep in a daze. But when he was half-dreaming and half-awake, a white light flashed outside the window. Lezhishi woke up.

He woke up with a lot of movement. Song Yu stood up, thinking he had fallen, "Lezhishi?"

"Yeah..." Le Zhishi's voice was vacant, as if he was sick and sweating, but he didn't fall off. He just covered his head with the quilt, muffled and vague, "I'm fine..."

In fact, he always felt that he was 18 years old and he was afraid of thunder. It would be embarrassing to say that he should exercise. In addition, he just fell asleep, even if he was scared to sweat, he would like to try to sleep again. .

But the thunder does not mean that you can stop by stopping. The most terrifying thing is that you can sense this frequency and know that it will appear again soon, so you feel anxious, and you can't let it go.

After three more hacks, Le Zhishi still wanted to ask Song Yu to accompany him. He put a hand out of the quilt, trying to hold on to the railing.

But what he didn't expect was that his outstretched hand was actually held.

Le Zhishi lifted a corner of the quilt suspiciously, exposing his eyes and looking down, and saw Song Yu already standing under the bed.

"It's okay." Song Yu squeezed his fingertips lightly, "Your hands are cold."

Le Zhishi shook his head, but when a thunder struck down, his hands couldn't help but retract. It was already like this. Song Yu was so used to being scared and crying, and Le Zhishi felt that he didn't need to be brave.

"I can't sleep a bit." He didn't say that he was afraid, "Can you come up with me first?"

In the darkness, he seemed to hear Song Yu sigh lightly, or he might have heard it wrong, anyway, Song Yu finally came up. Le Zhishi felt that he was alive again. He desperately shrank to the wall, hoping that when Song Yu lay down, he would have the illusion that "he actually doesn't occupy the space".

But it turns out that this bed is still too small for two boys, not to mention that Song Yu is a tall man of 1.86 meters.

"Did I squeeze you?" Le Zhishi's tone was a little embarrassed, and he didn't dare to stand next to Song Yu for fear that he would feel squeezed.

Song Yu said no, and then said, "You are very thin."

Only then did Le Zhishi feel relieved. He stretched out his hand to drag Song Yu into the bed. The space was very small. The two of them couldn't let go of lying on their backs, so they could only sleep on their sides. Song Yu turned his back to him and said nothing. Le Zhishi also turned in the same direction as him, leaning against the wall and facing Song Yu's broad back. This space that was vacated for him was crowded, and the body temperature behind him exuded a certain healing substance, which was invisible and intangible, but it would make you feel at ease when you know.

They are like the only two croissants left in a sealed bag. Without Song Yu, they will feel precarious when Lezhi.

The more he grows up, the more he knows that this anxiety is not right and incorrect. He was educated to be an independent person, and he has worked hard.

But if Song Yu was by his side, he still couldn't help but get close to ease this difficult anxiety a little bit.

The sound of rain and thunder are mixed together, both of which are familiar memory elements when Lezhi. He was awakened from the memory of Song Yu sleeping when he was a child. He was like that at that time, but he was never allowed to hug him.

So Le Zhishi put his forehead on Song Yu's back just like he did when he was a child.

They hadn't been in such close contact for a long time, and Lezhishi seemed to be able to sense Song Yu's heartbeat, hitting the muscles and bones dullly one after another. The mood stabilized, but Lezhishi's thoughts were still floating randomly. For no reason, the night when Song Yu finished the college entrance examination, he thought of Song Yu's feeling of hugging him after falling asleep.

That kind of feeling seems to be stored in the body, it is hidden, only in such close contact with him will it accidentally trigger and reappear, and then give birth to a certain expectation.

These are beyond his control.

Song Yu didn't move or speak, as if he was really just coming to accompany Lezhishi. The thought that he might disappear after he fell asleep, and when he was happy to know, he was completely drowsy.

The thunder struck again and again, and Lezhishi gradually retracted into the quilt. Song Yu couldn't help reminding, "Don't cover your head with the quilt, it's not good for breathing."

Only then did Le Zhishi obediently move up, still resting his forehead on Song Yu.

"Will you fall?" he asked Song Yu.

Song Yu quickly replied, "No."

Le Zhishi said again, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep and leave me alone."

Song Yu was silent for a while, and said: "I don't care about you and you won't come up."

It makes sense.

"Are you unable to sleep anymore?" Song Yu said again after a long while, his tone sounded a little bit twisted, "If you are afraid, you can lean on me."

"Yeah." Le Zhishi leaned on him obediently, with his chin against his shoulder. He felt that was very comfortable, so he exhaled comfortably from his nose.

Then Song Yu's head tilted a bit and went forward to hide.

Le Zhishi actually wanted to let himself fall asleep, but when he closed his eyes, the light of lightning would illuminate the room. This moment would awaken a lot of his memories, such as the way Song Yu wanted to send him to the hotel, There are pictures of him in the cafeteria and his hands.

There is also a scene where he talks with that girl.

This seemed more headstrong than he asked Song Yu to sleep with him, but Lezhishi really didn't like him talking to others.

The thunder can't stop, and the inexplicable sense of loss, the fragile willpower, the tug of war in the heavy rain.

Just as Song Yu stared at the curtain pattern on the opposite side of his roommate, he spoke suddenly when he heard Lezhi.

"Aunt Rong said, if you don't go home, it may be because you have a girlfriend."

Song Yu's heart sank, and then denied, "No, I'm just a little busy."

When he heard Lezhi again, he said, "I will turn around and run away today because I thought of this sentence. I thought you were in a relationship and didn't want to disturb you." He added, "It would be a bit redundant for me to show up at that time."

Le Zhishi's direct Song Yu was already very used to it, he just thought it was a bit funny. At that time, he just responded with a few words and nodded at best. It could be understood as such.

"Do you think I'm in love with her standing twenty centimeters apart and talking?"

"Then what do you think of falling in love?"

Song Yu stopped talking. After a while, he repeated his previous statement, "I'm not in love anyway."

Le Zhishi said very lightly, okay, but he couldn't help saying: "The boys and girls in our class are in love. There are endless days of chatting every day. They chat online. They talk and laugh when they meet."

Song Yu felt that Le Zhishi still didn't believe her words, but it was ridiculous to be misunderstood as being in love after chatting, "If you see me hugging another person and think that I am in love, this is a little bit suitable. Be logical."

Lezhishi mumbled and said, right?

Song Yu was about to say yes, and when he heard Lezhi said, "This logic is not reliable, you hugged me."

Hearing this sentence, Song Yu almost laughed, thinking that sometimes Lezhi's decision to win or lose is also very strange, "It is sophistry to give examples of things in childhood."

"Not when I was young." Le Zhishi quickly retorted him. He seemed to feel that there was no deterrence when facing his back, so he pulled Song Yu over and let him lie face to face with him.

In the darkness, Song Yu could see his eyes, a little light from outside the window came in, shining brightly on his eyes, and that stubborn face was also particularly beautiful.

"The day you went to your room to watch the documentary when you finished the college entrance examination and fell asleep, the day you gave me the nameplate, in the middle of the night, you turned over and hugged me."

Purely to demonstrate, Le Zhishi pulled Song Yu's arm away, got into his arms, and buried his head on his chest.

"That's it."