Lovely Allergen

After separating from Nanjia, Lezhishi also forgot to eat, and went back to the dormitory alone in a daze.

It was just the meal, there was no one in the dorm. When Lezhi had pain in his eyes, he was in a state of lack of energy, and his head was dizzy. He planned to take a hot bath and then sleep. However, his luck and state were also comparable. Halfway through the wash, the water heater in the dormitory suddenly broke down. No matter how the water was adjusted, it was cold. There is no other way, Lezhishi can only rinse it off quickly, wipe off the water and put on clothes.

During the period, Song Yu sent two messages to Lezhishi. One was that he was called out to do ground surveys and could not train with Lezhishi after dinner, and the other was to ask him where he was.

Lezhi, who got into the quilt, was so cold that his teeth trembled, shaking his hands to type out the words sleeping in the dormitory, and set the phone to the do-not-disturb mode.

He didn't know how long he had slept. The whole dream was extremely fragile, and he woke up as soon as he moved, and soon fell asleep again after waking up, so the dreams were also broken, all of them were memories from childhood, and each of them was related to Song Yu. Whether in dreams or reality, he was the one to chase, chasing until he fell, but every time Song Yu would look back and wait for him, except for the last time.

Song Yu left without turning his head, his back disappeared very quickly, everything around him melted to flow down, the scene was weird and strange, everything was dyed red, turning into hot and sticky molten slurry wrapped in Lezhi, he Can't breathe, nowhere to escape.

On the verge of suffocation, Lezhishi wakes up like self-help. There seemed to be someone calling his name under the bed, but he couldn't lift his eyelids. He only felt that his eyes were swollen and the bones all over his body were sore. It took a little effort to turn around and responded vaguely under the quilt.

He seemed to have heard the voices of Jiang Yufan and Shen Mi. Jiang Yufan said he was going out, so Shen Mi would help. But these sounds sounded like a wall when Lezhi, so unreal. It wasn't until Shen Mi and Jiang Yufan both worked together to get Lezhishi off the bed, and Lezhishi didn't have a specific perception.

Pain is everywhere.

Jiang Yufan found a long wool sweater and put it on Le Zhishi, feeling that his feet were floating, and then asked: "Lele, can you still walk?"

Le Zhishi heard clearly, nodded, his voice weak, "Yes, I'm fine."

"Stop talking, is it okay if you burn it like this?" Shen Mi's voice was a little high, and Le Zhishi's heart was shaken when she listened. He did not refute, but stubbornly wanted to go by himself. There was no way, the two people held him upstairs together. When walking on the stairs, Jiang Yufan obviously felt that Lezhishi was a little unconscious.

After all coming out of the stairs, Jiang Yufan immediately called the car, but the teacher made another call to urge him, and he had to go, "Shen Mi, I am urged to death, can you do it alone?"

"Yes, you go and call you back."

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital to see you when I'm done."

In the end, only the two of them were left. The wind downstairs in the dormitory seemed to make Le Zhishi sober again. He vaguely said that he didn't want to go to the hospital and didn't like the hospital. Shen Mi patiently persuaded him, and then pulled his arm over. , Want to carry him, but Le Zhishi is unwilling, he knows that Shen Mi wants him to go to the hospital.

"I don't like it, I hate going to the hospital." Lezhishi speaks very laboriously, repeating it over and over again, without logic.

Shen Mi no longer cared about his refusal, and directly dragged him over, trying to force him to carry him.

But soon, his behavior was stopped by a dazzling beam of high beams. Shen Mi frowned and looked over and found a black car approaching. He had guessed who the person in the car was, as expected.

Song Yu got out of the car and walked quickly. Shen Mi's movements became stiffer. He put down the Le Zhishi that was supposed to be on his back, but still tugged his wrist. Le Zhishi looked very reluctant. He was reluctant to go to the hospital, but in Song Yu's eyes it turned into other reasons.

"what are you doing?"

Even if Shen Mi gripped tightly, Song Yu took Le Zhishi with him at once.

Obviously Le Zhishi was so persistent just now, but when he heard Song Yu's voice, he almost gave up in an instant and leaned on Song Yu.

When the skin touched, Song Yu realized that something was wrong with Lezhishi. He raised his hand to touch Lezhishi's forehead and looked at Shen Mi again.

Shen Mi said with a calm face, "He is sick. I want to take him to the hospital. It's that simple."

Song Yu stared at him, and said thank you a few seconds later, "He had a bad temper when he was sick. You can't figure it out. I'll drive him." After saying that, Song Yu hugged the semi-comatose Lezhi Shi. He hugged the car and closed the co-pilot's door.

He turned around and saw Shen Mi who was following him subconsciously. Out of a sense of sorry for misunderstanding him, Song Yu's tone became milder, "You go back to the dormitory sooner. If you have anything to do with WeChat contact you."

I don’t know why, maybe it was this sentence, or maybe it was the last sentence. Shen Mi was suddenly irritated. He clenched his fist and stared at Song Yu from a distance of half a meter. The small voice said, "I'll tell you directly, I like Lezhishi."

Song Yu was not surprised. He turned around to confirm, and when he saw Lezhi, he was still asleep, so he turned around and continued to face Shen Mi.

“I’ve liked him since the first time I saw him on the bus, so I went to return the phone in the rain, and I asked to change the shift. Lezhi looks very close, but it’s actually hard to connect. I have been working hard, hoping to have a little more place in his heart. Do you understand this feeling?"

Song Yu listened carefully to Shen Mi's words. He felt that if Le Zhishi heard these words, he might be very moved, but it is a pity that he is Song Yu.

"What's the point of you telling me this?"

Shen Mi smiled, as if dissatisfied with Song Yu's defiant attitude, "You can continue to pretend to be honest, since the first time I saw you, I felt that you and I are the same, and they are all goals. For impure people, it’s better to show your cards and play fair. Why should you make yourself a higher status, as if your feelings are higher than me."

"What's your identity, friend? Classmate?" Song Yu looked at him coldly, and directly pierced his dense mind. "You are just using these as a guise to get close to the people you want to approach."

Shen Mi smiled bitterly, "What about you?"

Song Yu stared into his eyes.

Shen Mi lowered his eyes briefly, and then looked at him without fear, "Relying on the identity of his brother and the emotional foundation you have accumulated over the years, there is no boundary for ambiguity about Lezhishi. Things, enjoy his worship and attachment to you, without personally piercing this relationship. Song Yu, is it time for you to be upset when you see Lezhi? Do you see how your actions affect Lezhi Does it affect him? He feels sad because you feel confused and sad. Do you know all of this? Or do you pretend not to know."

"Song Yu, where are you better than me?"

Seeing Song Yu not saying a word, Shen Mi felt boring. His provocation was meaningless, and it was meaningless to expose the truth. When he glanced at Lezhi in the car over Song Yu's shoulder, his head tilted on the window glass. , Can't see his face clearly.

He endured his emotions, and finally said to Song Yu, "I don't know what you are thinking, and I don't bother to care about it. Song Yu, you must either be a good brother seriously and draw a clear line, or you just give up. Such a noble identity, I don’t think you can be it anyway."

Song Yu remained silent until Shen Mi left them and walked to another dormitory building. He felt extremely uncomfortable. The identity of his brother has been tied to him since he was six years old. Whether he wants it or not, this identity has become a piece of skin and grows on him.

Shen Mi's words are just a knife, peeling off this layer of hypocritical skin alive, making Song Yu have to face the **** truth.

He did think about it and let it go.

Back in the car, Song Yu still felt emotional. He drove toward the hospital. The car drove very fast. In a trance, he even had a terrible thought. If another car suddenly appeared with him at this time. He seems willing to collide, anyway, Le Zhishi is here.

But this thought existed for a second, and soon he slowed down, forcing himself to drive calmly and arrive at the hospital steadily. He picked up Le Zhishi again and found that he was lighter than he thought. There were a lot of people in the emergency room. Lezhishi was sitting in the corridor chair against Song Yu. From time to time, he would open his eyes to take a look, and then close it uncomfortably.

When it was Lezhi's turn, he suddenly regained a bit of energy, obviously not willing to come to see the doctor, and was very cooperative when he really faced the doctor.

"It's burned to 39.4 degrees." The doctor said in a flat tone, telling them that they should come earlier. Song Yu regretted it even more. He didn't even know about Lezhishi's cold.

Lezhishi changed, he was just afraid to admit it. In the past, he would tell Song Yu like a treasure for any little things, but now he won't.

"Are there any drug allergies?"

Song Yu said yes, and then listed all the medicines that Lezhishi was allergic to.

"Who are you a patient?" the doctor asked.

Song Yu paused for two seconds, struggled for a while, and answered, "Brother."

"Fever is not a big deal. I didn’t need to be hospitalized, and now there is no ward in the hospital. But I think he has a history of allergic asthma. A cold and cough can easily cause asthma. I prescribed cough medicine. Observe the escort, and be careful these days. Turn right to pay the fee, and then go to the injection department to get water."

During the infusion, Song Yu sat next to Lezhishi, letting Lezhishi lean on his shoulder. He couldn't do anything and didn't want to do it, so he quietly looked at a stain on the white wall of the hospital. Le Zhishi seemed to have recovered some of his sanity vaguely. He spoke and said that he wanted to drink water. Song Yu took out the prepared mineral water, unscrewed the lid and handed it to his mouth, and leaned in to feed it.

But Le Zhishi's swallowing was very laborious, even if Song Yu tilted slowly enough, there was still a lot of water dripping from the corners of his mouth. He took a tissue and wiped it dry for Lezhishi.

He heard Lezhi calling his brother in a harsh voice. For no reason, Song Yu suddenly became a little angry, "Why don't you tell me when I'm sick?"

Le Zhishi became dull due to his illness, his face was red, and his breath was not enough when he spoke, but he still subconsciously touched Song Yu's arm without speaking, using this method to admit his mistakes and beg for mercy.

His hands are pale, blood vessels are obvious, and a thin and short injection needle is inserted into the back of his hand. Song Yu thought, there will be obvious bruises here tomorrow.

Lezhishi is a very vulnerable person.

Thinking of this, his distress for Lezhishi overcame his anger, so he touched Lezhishi's wrist as a silent comfort.

"Next time you get sick, you have to tell me as soon as possible."

He didn't know if Lezhishi heard this sentence, because Lezhishi didn't do anything, and he seemed to close his eyes because of lack of energy. Song Yu opened the medical record of Le Zhishi in his hand and saw the word allergy, and his thoughts began to stretch.

He found that many times he also seemed to be allergic, and that he would have seizures after breaking the taboo, and only wake up after the attack. But the more you can't touch, the more you want to touch it. Taboo should have restrained desire, but instead gave birth to greater desire and swallowed him.

Lezhishi is Song Yu's only allergen.

The night outside the window is getting darker, and the corridors of the hospital are still so noisy. After the two bottles of liquid were infused, Song Yu left the hospital with Le Zhishi.

The hospital’s impression of Lezhishi was always very bad. Every time he went in when he was most uncomfortable, and let others do various tests at the mercy of others, he always cried when he was young because he thought it was useful, but It turns out not to be. If you cry and make trouble again, you have to see all the diseases you should see.

From falling asleep after taking a shower, to tossing around in the hospital, to waking up from a strange place in the middle of the night, Lezhishi was always delirious during this time. He was like a spontaneous wood, lacking consciousness and sluggish. It's dangerous. This time he woke up again and found that he was unfamiliar with everything around him. The milky white ceiling is very low, like a thick cloud layered down. The quilt on his body is the dark color that Song Yu loves to use, but there is no trace of Song Yu's breath, it is brand new.

There was a faint overhead light on the bedside. With this light, Lezhishi stood up and took a look. The room was not big. Although I had never been here before, there were some bedrooms like Song Yu.

He touched his forehead and felt that the fever might have subsided, but he still had no energy and wanted to get out of bed, but his movements were slow.

The door opened, and Le Zhishi who opened the quilt and Song Yu who came in carrying the porridge looked at each other. They were a little embarrassed. Lezhishi didn't know whether he should continue to get out of bed or lie back under the quilt, just so stunned.

"Lie down, do you want to cook it again?" Song Yu put the porridge on the bedside table and forcibly pulled the quilt over Lezhishi's body.

Le Zhishi did not speak, and seemed to be leaning on the bedside obediently, watching Song Yu standing condescendingly, holding a stainless steel spoon, gently stirring the porridge in the bowl.

He never used stainless steel cutlery, and this bowl seemed unprepared.

Everything is new in a hurry.

"Eat something and then take medicine. Sleep should be better. The doctor said, it's not very serious." He sat down on the bed and stretched out his hand as if to feed.

But Le Zhishi didn't move in obediently like before. He didn't want to eat, for no reason. His stomach was uncomfortable. It was not the same as the stomachache. It was a dull pain, as if something was caught in it.

Song Yu probably saw his resistance, "take a few bites."

"Okay." Le Zhishi's voice was very soft, and then stretched out his hand to pick up the bowl in Song Yu's hand, but Song Yu put the bowl down. He saw that Lezhi didn't want him to feed it.

"Don't want to eat it and let it dry for a while."

Le Zhishi lowered his eyes and closed his lips. He stared at the quilt he was covering, and stopped a cough with great effort. Song Yu touched his forehead again, felt the temperature briefly, and then retracted his hand.

It was no longer burning. Song Yu relaxed. He took out all the medicine he was going to take and put it on the table according to the dosage. When he looked up, he heard Lezhi and asked, "Where is this?"

His face was pale, his tone was fairly relaxed, and it sounded like he asked casually.

"The house I rented." Song Yu counted the pills again, one missing.

Le Zhishi first gave a very light hum, then took a deep breath, and couldn't help but cough. When Song Yu looked up to see him, he turned his face away. He didn't know that when he was unconscious, Song Yu said that his temper would get worse when he was sick. If he heard it at that time, he would be anxious to deny it. In fact, he was very obedient. He would make trouble because of fear.

Song Yu called Le Zhishi's name and took out the medicinal mist to prepare, but Le Zhishi finally got over by himself. He turned his head to look at Song Yu, his eyes blank.

"Why rent a house?"

After waiting for a long time, Song Yu didn't reply to him. Unlike before, Le Zhishi only asked the question once, not to trouble Song Yu. He asked ignorantly again, "Why are you coming out to live?" After saying that, he looked down at the quilt.

Song Yu's palms were sweaty. When he didn't look at Lezhi, he gave a brief reason, "It would be more convenient to live alone."

"So." Lezhishi was still smiling at first, and he continued to ask, "Then, who do you want to leave this bed for? There is no time to buy the tableware, who do you want to buy with? Then with Who cooks, eats, and sleeps together in this house?"

His questions were thrown out one after another, and his emotions became agitated, even some collapsed, his voice was shaking. Song Yu did not expect, nor did he understand why Lezhi was angry at such a small thing as renting a house. It was clear that he was fine when he was in the hospital. Song Yu was very uncomfortable, so he reached out and grabbed Lezhi's quilt tightly. Hands, trying to appease.

"Hey, don't be like this."

"How am I doing?" Lezhishi's eyes were red, and there were tears in his eyes, but they didn't fall. "Am I not good enough?"

"I asked you, is it weird that I am like this? You said no, you said I was just afraid of being separated from you." Lezhishi's voice trembled a little, and he stopped for a while, "No matter what you say, I will , I did. Even if you treat me like a child to coax me, I believe it."

He found that he couldn't get what he wanted from Song Yu's face, so he lowered his head and was very surprised to see a rash on the inside of his arm. He rubbed his fingers with his numb expression and the rash became redder, so he murmured, "I'm allergic again, or allergic."

Le Zhishi collapsed without warning. A slight allergic reaction became the real last straw, crushing him and making him cry like a child, "Why are you still allergic...Aren't you in the hospital? You didn't tell the doctor that I was allergic? Did it work for me to avoid it so carefully?"

Nan Jia was right, he was really in pain. He sobbed and breathed hard, but still raised his head and stared at Song Yu. The tears made his vision blurry, so when Lezhi, he couldn't see Song Yu's expression clearly. He wished he could see clearly, so he was even more annoyed. Don't want to watch it anymore.

Le Zhishi's appearance was very fragile, but he didn't beg Song Yu to hug him like he used to.

He hugged his knees, curled up, buried his head in his arms, "It's useless at all, I still like you."