Lovely Allergen

The last sentence Song Yu had never imagined.

When he heard the first reaction, he felt that he had auditory hallucinations. In fact, when Lezhi talked about allergies, there was nothing else. After all, he was really not normal tonight, he even wanted to die while driving.

In the face of Lezhishi's emotional belonging, Song Yu never gave herself a chance to think about Xiao. With such a large earth, it is very unlikely that two people can meet, and they even become relatives who can accompany each other for life.

What else is required.

This kind of stereotyped thinking made him very narrow when dealing with Lezhi, always thinking that he grew up with love and care, very innocent and simple. Sometimes Song Yu would even ignore what he had lost when Lezhi, thinking that he should be happy.

After growing up, Le Zhishi collapsed in front of him and cried bitterly. Song Yu felt so at a loss for the first time.

The hand on the back of Lezhishi's hand moved unnaturally, as if a kind of sad emotion was continuously transmitted from this connection and injected into Song Yu's heart.

He really is a very failed stone. The appearance is very tough, but the heart is weak.

Song Yu touched Lezhishi's head, called his nickname in a very soft voice, and pulled him into his arms.

In fact, Lezhishi didn't want Song Yu to see him cry, or show him these fragile parts, but he was not a mature adult, his threshold was limited, and he could only endure this.

He buried his face on Song Yu's shoulder, and his tears immersed in the fibers of his cotton shirt. After speaking, Lezhishi felt a lot more relaxed. He didn't have much hope of reporting, so he didn't expect a return. Song Yu has always been very good to him, probably not as indifferent and resolute as rejecting others, more likely to be persuasion.

The illness made him groggy and awake again, and he went through what Song Yu might have said in his head, and then convinced himself not to cry anymore. It's ugly to cry.

Song Yu's hand just patted his back lightly. Just a few years ago, Song Yu would not comfort him so much. He also asked him to hold his hand and tell him to comfort others. I want to shoot like this.

Le Zhishi couldn't help but feel sad again. Looking back, he felt that he was too aggressive just now. He seemed to always push Song Yu again and again, forcing him to accompany him in a thunderstorm, forcing him to accept his stay, and forcing him to admit that he is his brother in front of everyone.

But now, I broke the relationship between them so impulsively, how would Song Yu deal with it and how to recover. He really didn't want to be a trouble for Song Yu.

Lezhishi began to regret it again.

But Song Yu’s embrace is too fascinating. It is the most powerful hallucinogen in the world. Even if he knows how many precedents of defeat, even if he plunges into it, it will be bloody. He can only smell scarlet. Sweet smell of roses.

Le Zhishi didn't cry any more, he keenly noticed that Song Yu's breathing and movements were filled with hesitation and hesitation, as if to say something. He was very scared and grabbed Song Yu by the back before he might be pushed away.

Sure enough, he heard Song Yu speak.

"Can you repeat what you just said?" Song Yu's voice was very low, with a very rare uncertainty and confusion, as if he really felt that it was his own problem. He didn't even dare to repeat what he heard.

This surprised Le Zhishi. He didn't know what Song Yu was doing, or did he want to laugh at his feelings.

"I said I like you." Lezhishi buried her face and emphasized with a cry of tears, "It's true."

He felt Song Yu's body relax and his chest undulated for a while, wondering if he was frightened. Le Zhishi raised his head, looked at him with swollen eyes, whispered to his brother.

Song Yu's face couldn't tell whether it was sad or smiling. He took Le Zhishi's hand and gently stroked the red rash on his arm with his fingers.

"Why are you allergic..." He said weakly.

Le Zhishi thought, sure enough, he still felt troubled and confused, since he appeared in Song Yu's life, he has continuously caused trouble for Song Yu.

Obviously Song Yu was not wrong at all.

He heard it raining outside the window, and the pattering sound penetrated the room. This house is really good. It is the style that Song Yu likes. The floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom cover everything. You should be able to see a good view during the day.

As good as that turquoise. Le Zhishi said in his heart that at least the recipient of the first souvenir and the first user of this room were both himself.

"Le Zhishi." It seems that after a century, Song Yu was finally willing to talk to him. He lowered his eyelids and held his arm in his hand, with a solemn tone, "What I want to say below, some of it sounds possible. It will make you misunderstood, but I never want to deceive you, nor question you, but I have to think more, understand?"

He frowned briefly. When he looked at Lezhi from a distance of ten centimeters, he waited until Lezhi nodded with red eyes before continuing, "You are sick now and have a high fever. This is not the best time to make a decision. Did you think about these things carefully, or are you actually very confused, and you can’t tell whether your feelings for me are family affection or..."

He hesitated for a moment before uttering the word "love" with difficulty. After speaking, Song Yu thought of something with hindsight. He pulled up the khaki blanket covering the quilt, went around and put it on Le Zhishi's shoulder, wrapping him around him.

"Can I answer now?" Lezhishi coughed twice and tried to hold back.

Song Yu nodded and looked into his eyes.

"I was tangled, but I'm sure I can distinguish it now." Le Zhishi lowered his head, stared at his slender fingers, dragged his nose and said, "Song Yu, I am nineteen years old."

Probably because he was not breathing smoothly, this sentence seemed extremely soft. Song Yu couldn't bear to point out the fact that he has not yet celebrated his birthday.

Le Zhishi felt that Song Yu didn’t believe him, and asked him, “How do you think you should define love? You are my favorite person. I don’t have the same feelings for anyone except you. I just want to be with you. You are together for 24 hours. I like to hug you, and I want to hold your hand very much when I walk with you. When sitting on the trestle and seeing the couple kissing, I..."

His voice lowered, a little unassuming, "I want to kiss you too."

A more romantic expression should be adopted when showing love.

But Le Zhishi couldn't do it. As a young man, he didn't have so much experience. He couldn't search for more touching words, so he could only cut open a cavity of passionate love carefully and eagerly to show him. Song Yu gave birth to a face that everyone admired. When Lezhi, he felt that he was a poor child. For fear of falling out of his pockets, it would be nothing but a rare face. In Song Yu's eyes, it was not precious at all.

But Song Yu raised his hand, touched and stroked his face, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Le Zhishi was a little dizzy, and asked him: "Do you think I'm sloppy?"

Song Yu shook his head, "No, I was just surprised."

Anyone would be surprised, the younger brothers who grew up together would have this kind of indiscretion.

"You..." Lezhishi pursed his lips, swallowing back the question he wanted to ask. The blue blood vessels on the white and thin eyelids are faintly visible, and the eyelashes tremble slightly, "I just interrupted you, now you can continue talking."

The rain outside the window was heavy again. Lezhi hoped that there would be no thunder, otherwise he would be even more embarrassed. Song Yu, who heard his confession, might not be with him.

In fact, Song Yu didn't want to see Le Zhishi's cautious appearance. He was very happy when he heard these words, but he felt anxious at the same time, as if he had contributed to it all by himself. The sweetness that Lezhishi now gives him is the cake he personally fed him many years ago. He couldn't predict the future.

"Lele." Song Yu held Lezhishi's finger, "Why do you suddenly get angry when you hear me renting a house?"

Le Zhishi corrected him, "I'm not angry, I'm sad." Then he slowly explained, "They all said that you have someone you like. I thought you wanted to be like Qin Yan's senior, and want to be like others. People live together, and then... avoid me like I did in high school."

"What kind of person do you like?" Le Zhishi couldn't help asking.

Song Yu's wide and dry palm wrapped his hand, and then threw the question to him, "What do you think?"

Le Zhishi hung his head, and weakly enumerated the conditions that he had thought about many times, "Be mature, independent, not to pester you at all times, and give you private space...it is better to be more beautiful." He added it himself, and he felt that Song Yu didn't care much about her appearance, otherwise Nan Jia-senpai would be very suitable.

He did not realize that he kept frowning until Song Yu gently opened his eyebrows, "It seems that our aesthetics are really different."

Le Zhishi raised his eyes and glanced at him, his lips pressed unconsciously.

"Except for the last point, everything else doesn't match." Song Yu looked at him with gentle eyes, "even the opposite."

Le Zhishi did not respond, and sniffed his nose, a little disgusted with his orientation, "You would actually like naive, clingy, and people who pester you." The stranger has to like Nan Jia-senpai.

"Yeah. I like pretty fools."

After Song Yu said frankly, he approached and kissed Lezhishi's forehead.

This unexpected movement scared Le Zhishi up and raised his head, his eyes covered with water vapor opened wide, and Song Yu's eyes were full of surprise and confusion. He looked like a puppy smashed by an apple, blinked several times, but didn't understand what was going on.

He yelled to his brother weakly, which is what he habitually does every time he has no confidence.

"At least don't call me that now." Song Yu smiled bitterly, "Don't remind me of this."

"A long time ago, I didn't just want to be your brother."

He walked on thin ice like a steel cable, struggling for too long, pulling on one side with moral and ethics, and on the other side with accumulated love, but no matter which side it was, there was an inexhaustible flame molten lava.

When looking at Lezhi, tears began to accumulate in his eyes, Song Yu touched his eyes, "No one else, never."

He was reluctant to be sad when he was happy to know, as long as he stood on the side and beckoned, Song Yu would jump straight down. The worries and struggles that lasted for several years could not be enough for Lezhishi to say "Don't reject me".

It doesn't matter if he jumps down, even if he makes a mistake, he will stand in front of Lezhishi and suffer for him.

Lezhishi's brain was blank, and his fingertips were numb, even more dazed than before. The physical weakness after the high fever made him slow to think, frowning in anxious manner, not caring whether he was naive or not, so he subconsciously asked him, "Really?"

Song Yu nodded solemnly, "I can also answer your question before crying. I rented this house for you, not to hide from you, because you are always sick and it is not convenient to take care of you in the dormitory. Far away, you must have a place to rest."

"The landlord just gave me the key the day before. Actually, I didn't go to the ground survey today. I came to decorate the room, so no one has lived here. The bowl is new and I bought it temporarily downstairs. I wanted to make an excuse on the weekend. , Take you to visit IKEA."

He stood up, opened the curtains, and a curtain of rain accumulated on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, blurring the quiet and bright lake view outside.

"You said you want to see the scenery, is this okay?" Song Yu's voice was a little nervous, "I was looking for it in a hurry. It may not be good enough, but it's much better than Qin Yan's."

Le Zhishi's tears fell again. He raised the back of his hand and wiped it off, but he wiped it more and more, and finally covered himself with the thin blanket on his body, preventing Song Yu from seeing. How could such a good thing happen to him, and he was crying so embarrassingly.

In the dim light, he felt Song Yu approaching. His steps were softened by the carpet and became gentle. When he sat down, Lezhishi's heart sank.

"Lele, I have liked you for a long time. Although I questioned your feelings, please forgive me and don't question my mind."

After thinking about it again and again, Song Yu still had to pour a basin of cold water and give it to herself when Lezhi.

"However, you and I are both in an emotional stage now. You will like me, and perhaps more of them are transformed from dependence on your brother. In fact, there are many better people in this world. Your vision has become narrower." His tone was not as calm as before, but he tried his best to restrain his emotions and said everything that should be said.

"There are also many problems we have to face..." He developed a little evasive mentality and didn't want to go on. Le Zhishi didn't let him go on. He fumbled and grabbed Song Yu's hand, very forcefully. Fingers clasped with him, as if expressing determination.

Song Yu smiled helplessly, and said something he thought he would never say.

"Let's try it." He added with some disbelief, "If you want."

Le Zhishi's head was still covered with a thin blanket, he had forgotten, and he looked up excitedly, but he couldn't see Song Yu's face at all.

Just try. If you meet someone you like better, you can go back on it or withdraw at any time.

Song Yu was afraid that this sentence would make Le Zhishi feel disappointed, so he only said it in his heart, and Quan should warn him.

Although he just said to try, Lezhishi was already overjoyed. He lifted the thin blanket on his face excitedly and happily. He accidentally burped and quickly covered it, as if he could pretend to be nothing. Something happened.

"Then you can kiss my forehead again?" He choked again, and the words Song Yu said, a pretty stupid word popped up in his mind.

"Good." Song Yu said.

Across the thin blanket, Le Zhishi felt Song Yu's warm breathing approaching, making his heart beat faster.

And that gentle kiss did not reach his forehead as promised, but fell on his lips through the soft fibers.

After separating, Song Yu lifted the thin blanket on him and hugged him. Early and mature, he showed unprecedented clumsiness, passivity and solemnity in front of this unethical love.

"No matter how long this period is, I will cherish you very, very much."