Lovely Allergen

This title made Le Zhishi dizzy until he got out of the car, his brain was hot, he was obedient, and when he became silly, he became more obedient, and let Song Yu lead him forward.

There are not many people on the road, and there is not much shame when Lezhi, but I keep thinking about Song Yu calling him a baby, like a nut hidden in a cheek pouch, and then secretly took out a small mouth when no one was there. A hamster for a sip.

But before entering the restaurant, Song Yu still untied the ribbon in his hand, folded it slowly and put it away. There are a lot of people in the restaurant, and there are two or three young men and women waiting for the bus at the door. When you see Lezhi, you will look at it more.

"Didn't you say you want to tie me to eat?" Le Zhishi stuck Song Yu's arm and walked up the steps next to him, "Don't feed me."

Song Yu looked at the unconcealed smugness on his face, and the corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously.

"This is also paid content, barrister."

"I will be rich in the future, I can afford it."

The restaurant is very large, with Chinese-style decoration, and even a little Lingnan garden style. When I entered the box and sat down, I felt a little familiar with it. After thinking about it carefully, he found that it was when he was doing his homework on the review website. I have seen the Black Pearl restaurant.

"How do you know here?" Le Zhishi asked.

Song Yu expertly ordered the good dishes, closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, and whispered to her about allergy tabs and other things. When the waiter left, he looked up at Lezhi, "You really don’t remember much. kind."

"Did I say that?" Lezhishi frowned, unable to recall.

"On the high-speed rail." Song Yu said.

Le Zhishi vaguely recalled a little bit, which he probably mentioned casually, after all, there was no logic in most of his small talk.

But Song Yu is like a machine that can store memories anytime, anywhere. Some trivial things that he felt insignificant when he knew it and he would never remember, Song Yu can always clearly point out, even the time and place.

He thinks this is just because Song Yu is smart and gifted.

The waiter pushed the door in. In addition to the white porcelain teapot, there was a square cushion in his hand. Song Yu looked at her sideways and pointed to Lezhi. The waiter knew immediately and walked over to ask Lezhi Shixian. Get up, then put down the cushion on the chair, "Please sit down."

When the waiter left and brought it to the door, his ears were a little hot when he was happy to know, and he was embarrassed to say what he wanted to say. They sat at two ends of a table, far apart. Lezhishi threw aside all the etiquette of the table and moved the chair to Song Yu to sit down.

Perhaps the Song family’s tutor is more casual and warm. Everyone must sit together when eating. Even though the house is big, they all like to sit on the small round dining table.

Lezhishi was used to sitting next to Song Yu. When he first went to elementary school, he had to eat and lunch at school for a while. The six-year-old Lezhishi queued up with his classmates and asked the aunt in the cafeteria to put food in his insulation. In the bowl, and then sit with the classmates to eat on the rectangular table.

But Le Zhishi didn't know that different grades had to be separated. He always prevented other children from sitting next to him, pressed the stool with his palm, and then looked at Song Yu's figure.

Later he saw Song Yu appearing in another team, carrying a meal with others, walking to a seat as far away as two corridors from him, and sitting down. During this period, Song Yu would not come no matter how he beckoned to him when Lezhi.

Le Zhishi is not a child who is easily discouraged. He tried to take his stool away, but after pulling it for a long time, he found that the stool was fixed on the ground and he couldn't get it away, so he finally took his own meal and passed through the crowd. He ran in front of Song Yu, clicked his rice bowl and put it on the table where Song Yu was.

Song Yu at that time, like the other students on the table, looked up at him inexplicably.

"What are you doing here? Go back to your class."

Le Zhishi shook his head, "I want to eat with you."

He is a very strange child. He would rather stand next to Song Yu than go back. He just stood and took a spoon to scoop food and stuffed it into his mouth obediently.

Song Yu looked at the inspecting teacher and urged him several times, but to no avail.

"Aren't you tired standing?"

"Tired." Le Zhishi spoke vaguely, and squeezed into a chair with Song Yu like a donkey on the slope, but only sat a little on the bottom, holding his lunch box and continued eating.

Other classmates would laugh at Song Yu and even say, "Oh, you can hold your brother and eat."

"Yes, so cute."

Lezhishi would also politely say thank you to those who praised him for his cuteness. But when Song Yu hesitated for a long time, thinking about whether to pick up, the inspector showed up and dragged Lezhishi back to the first grade.

As usual, he would cry when he was Lezhi, but he would not cry loudly and noisy others, so he shed tears quietly. Don’t put the lunch box on the table and hold it so that he can look sideways in Song Yu’s direction while crying. While eating, he still stared stubbornly at his brother.

Le Zhishi cried at noon every day. Song Yu, who was a picky eater, couldn't eat well, and he could see it no matter how pretended it was. Fortunately, the school cancelled the rule of group lunch and they went home to eat together, so that the tragic lunch experience ended.

Song Yu in elementary school has experienced too many things that ordinary children can't go through. He thinks this is probably why his memory can be so deep.

When he saw Lezhi, he moved the chair to his side, Song Yu said nothing, poured him a cup of hot scented tea, and handed the cup and saucer to him.

"Drink a little."

Although it was imperative, Song Yu's tone was gentle. Le Zhishi picked it up obediently, took a big sip, and put it back on the table, covering his hand with the wall of the cup.

"Do you think my long hair is not good? They all say that my long hair will look good."

Le Zhishi turned his face to look at him, and bluntly told Song Yu the reason, "I won't cut it if you want you to see it."

After listening to Song Yu, he put down the tea cup in his hand, covered the back of Lezhishi's white hand, and slid his fingertips across the clear blood vessel marks on it, "It looks good."

He always looked very gentle with his eyes down, and those emotions that would give people a sense of oppression were folded.

"Then don't cut it." He said, "Just stay if you want."

Le Zhishi thought Song Yu was really strange. Sometimes it is so tough that no one can hinder and influence his decision. When giving instructions, it looks like a robot without emotion, but sometimes it is super easy to compromise, as if there is a switch that can switch states at any time.

But when he recalled the scene of Song Yu getting along with others, the switch seemed to be invisible again.

He is very quiet very often and is reluctant to talk, but sometimes he keeps talking about repetitive topics in front of Lezhishi because of some trivial things. He is angry, but not straightforward, making Lezhishi think he is actually very cute. .

If possible, Le Zhishi hopes that Song Yu like this will never be discovered by anyone. They'd better only see the appearance that Song Yu is not close to people, and can't find the switch that Song Yu has hidden.

Lezhishi is generous and willing to share, except Song Yu.

When the dishes came up, whether it was roast meat or dim sum, they all matched Le Zhishi's taste. Song Yu picked up what he had eaten. After drinking a large bowl of crab porridge, he was sweating all over.

The window in the box is not big, and you can see the blue-gray sky and the damp water mist outside. The rain has started again, and the rain is heavy, and you can clearly hear the rain when sitting inside.

Le Zhishi took off his horn-buttoned coat and was wearing only a black sweater. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a small section of milky white arms.

"Does the body still hurt?"

Hearing Song Yu's question, Lezhi stopped when he had just sandwiched a piece of coconut milk cake, as if he felt it carefully, "It doesn't hurt, but it's sour." He patted his leg lightly. Waist, "It feels like the second day after a long run, but it's better than I thought."

"Imagine?" Song Yu grabbed the words, "When did you imagine it?"

"It's... just a while ago." Le Zhishi's cheeks bulged from being stuffed with coconut milk cake, his big eyes glanced in Song Yu's direction, and he whispered, "I will think of this after we are together. Well, although I don’t know when..."

He swallowed the coconut milk cake, "I was a little scared before, because thinking about the video I accidentally saw before, it should feel very painful and a little scary."

Lezhishi was very afraid of pain, and he was the one who cried the worst when he was a child.

Song Yu wanted to say that you still take the initiative, but in fact, he also understood Le Zhishi's heart, so he didn't speak, but just poke his bulged cheek with his finger.

"Hmm!" Le Zhishi's eyes widened, expressing dissatisfaction. Song Yu liked his reaction. She watched him with her elbow on the table and looked at him quietly for a while before she suddenly spoke.

"Lele."

"Huh?" Le Zhishi took a sip of red bean paste and looked up at him.

"Thank you for trusting me."

Le Zhishi had almost never heard Song Yu say thank you to anyone, and he seemed to have a hard time expressing his gratitude. But now, he said thank you so solemnly.

"Don't say that." Le Zhishi touched Song Yu's arm. He didn't think that trusting Song Yu was something to be thanked for.

"It should be very scared the first time," Song Yu said.

"Isn't it the first time for you?" Lezhishi tilted his head and smiled at him, "I will give you money when I get to bed together."

He felt that Song Yu was exactly like he said, cherishing himself very much.

Seeing Song Yu smile because of his jokes, he also relaxed a lot when Lezhi, and said: "We are not the same as others. Since I was young, I learned to call people in Chinese for the first time. Go to school, kiss someone for the first time, swim for the first time, be in love for the first time, fall in love for the first time...too many, almost all of the first times are given to you, because you will always be by my side. So you shouldn’t You thank me for trusting you and should let me say."

The smile on his face is sincere and beautiful, "Thank you for growing up with me."

Song Yu's mood fluctuated a little. He didn't want to be discovered. First, he turned his face away and put a lot of dishes to Le Zhishi. After a while, he deliberately stretched out his fingers to touch his chin and pinch his face, trying to use this method. Transfer emotions.

"I ate them all." Lezhishi killed the last piece of rice rolls and collapsed on a chair, "It's so supportive. You don't eat it, just patronize me and tease me."

Song Yu played with his face enough, and then reached out to touch his stomach, and said something soft like a self-talk.

"Yeah, why I don't have abdominal muscles." Le Zhishi opened the sweater and looked at it. There are two very shallow long muscles, extending down, not like Song Yu's lumps. "That counts. ?"

His waist is very thin, and the hickeys on it have turned dark. Song Yu pulled his clothes off, "You can think of various ways to get sick."

When he was about to leave, Song Yu felt something in his pocket. Lezhishi thought he was going to tie himself up, and proactively stretched out his two wrists to him.

Song Yu was stunned, and took out Lezhishi's watch from his coat pocket, showing a puzzled expression.

"Ah..." Lezhishi was a little embarrassed, "I made a mistake."

Song Yu chuckled, lowered his head to see the little red traces on his wrist, took a hand, put the watch on him, adjusted the position of the dial, "I like being **** so much, buy you a pair of handcuffs. Up."

"Huh?!" Le Zhishi opened his eyes wide, but was pulled into his arms by Song Yu and kissed gently.

The door of the private room was suddenly opened, as if someone had gone the wrong way. Lezhishi was heading in the right direction to the door. She wanted to retreat in a panic, but was controlled by Song Yu's hand until the person said no in a panic. She was embarrassed and brought the door to her door, and when Lezhi started to breathe, Song Yu just let go.

A kiss is a dessert. Le Zhishi was led by Song Yu to leave the restaurant. He was still thinking about what Song Yu said before, and waited for the gap to reach his shoulder, "Are you true?"

Song Yu glanced at him and didn't seem to know what he was talking about. Le Zhishi stretched out two hands again, like a clever criminal who confessed his sins.

"fake."

"Only your wrist." Song Yu's tiger mouth held his wrist bone and shook Le Zhishi's hand twice, "it will break as soon as it is worn."

Le Zhishi thought, just fake. But he also hoped that he had a pair of handcuffs, one in Song Yu's hand, so that he would not run away. The hands that were released fell down, and they touched Song Yu's. The dials of the two watches collided lightly and made a sound. The silver straps entangled each other, as if they were really separated handcuffs.

After getting in the car, the taxi was driving along the rainy street, looking aimlessly, as if they were lost in the Lingnan city at the center of the wind, circulating in strange and similar streets.

And Lezhishi hopes that he will never get out.

The car finally parked in the old city, because Le Zhishi said before that he wanted to see the buildings in the old city. Song Yu held a dull and wide black umbrella. The rain was a little bit lighter, but he still hugged Le Zhishi in his arms. Here, the umbrella surface is always slanted to prevent him from being exposed to the rain.

The weather here is not suitable for dates, even a bit too bad. The wind is heavy and the rain is small, the sky is gloomy, there are few people on the road, and some are rushing. Lezhishi, who lives in the inland, keeps thinking about whether the typhoon has arrived or not, whether it is the progressive tense or the past tense.

His legs were a little sore. Lezhishi wanted to stop after walking a short distance. Song Yu asked him how to stop for the first time. After he explained, Song Yu took the initiative to stand still every time, as if he had installed an instrument for precise distance measurement.

"That's right." Le Zhishi stretched out a hand to him with a cute expression, "Where are the gifts you brought me this time?" He remembered Song Yu's joke at the dinner table, "It won't really be Nanmu. Right."

"That was a lie to Qin Yan. There is no nanmu in the northwest."

"Is there a gift this time?"

"Yes." Song Yu nodded, feeling that he had enough rest, and walked a few steps with his arms around Lezhishi, "Go back to you."

With expectations, Lezhishi soon became happy. They talked as they walked and Le Zhishi described Nan Jia's model training to Song Yu. He also told him that there would be a moot court next week and told him the time and place, but he did not explicitly invite Song Yu to watch. When asked about Song Yu's change of research direction, I felt that he had something to say, but Song Yu didn't have time to organize the language, and the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated for a long time.

Song Yu stared at the screen of the phone. Le Zhishi stared at him, feeling that the corners of his mouth that had been slightly raised all the time sank and became flat and straight. Then he connected the phone and moved the screen to his ear.

"Hey, Dad."

Song Yu was still holding the umbrella with the other hand, and replied a few words in a low voice. Le Zhishi thought he was going to lie. He had already thought out excuses and lies in his heart for Song Yu. When replying to Lin Rong's news yesterday, Le Zhishi did not mention Song Yu at all.

But in the face of his father, Song Yu was more honest than he thought.

"I came to Guangzhou to look for Lezhi. Well, he is not safe by himself." Song Yu looked in other directions as he spoke, and the profile of his face looked colder in the rain.

"It has been resolved, and I will go back the day after tomorrow... Well, I know, be careful when you travel."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yu deliberately changed his umbrella hand, took Lezhishi's hand, and put it in his coat pocket as if he were holding his belongings, not knowing who he was trying to give him a sense of security.

Song Yu felt his heart beating dullly, like a hallucination. The voice of his father's concern echoed in his ears, but the sense of guilt made these words distorted and deformed.

It seems that what he said on the phone is not "Lele is not in good health, but to care more. He is no different from your brother."

It’s [I raised you and educate you since I was a kid, so that you tricked the orphan of my best friend into bed? ]

His father Renyi took the lead. Compared with him, Song Yu knew that he was vulgar. The starting point of these concerns was love and love, which was the result of hormones.

He didn't want it, no one wanted it.

The tranceful Song Yu didn't control his strength, and when he heard Lezhi cry out in pain, he realized that he was holding it too tightly.

"I'm sorry." Song Yu let go, but Le Zhishi quickly held him back.

"Song Yu, your hands are so cold." He wrapped Song Yu's fingers, "I'll cover it for you."

What my father didn't know was that what he deceived was not a shallow-minded orphan, but a brave boy who was always ready to accept accidents and death and was willing to leave the bones to him in his suicide note.

In exchange for anyone, who is willing to give up.

When they reached the corner, the two of them didn’t actually look at the scenery outside the umbrella too much. They just walked slowly. Lezhishi felt that he had suddenly finished speaking, but he didn’t want to be so silent, so he thought hard and did not have time to think of a suitable They were stopped by a young boy.

"Hello, I'm sorry to disturb you." The boy smiled apologetically, "Can you take a picture of me and my girlfriend? Over there, I need you to walk some way with me."

Song Yu didn't speak, but Le Zhishi quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes." He took the camera from the boy.

"Great, there are not many people today. We have been looking for a long time to see people. I will trouble you." The boy laughed at himself that he would not choose the time because the weather was so bad.

Le Zhishi comforted him kindly, saying that the weather would not be too crowded.

They followed the boys for a while, only to discover that there was a beautiful Gothic double-spire church hidden in the old town. Because of the wind and rain, there was no one here. The yellow granite walls of the church were more solemn and solemn against the dark sky. , Even a bit sad.

Not far away, a girl holding a transparent umbrella, wearing a red knitted long skirt, is the only bright color here. She smiled happily and waved at the boy.

"Just click here, thank you." After the boy finished teaching, he ran to his girlfriend very quickly, grabbed her shoulder and smiled at the camera.

In order to make the people more beautiful and to install the background behind, Lezhishi squatted down and patted them, "Okay! Let's take another one."

The boy said hello, then hugged his girlfriend and asked her if she wanted to kiss her in such a special place. When she saw her nodding shyly, the boy bowed his head and kissed her under the rose window of the church.

After getting a satisfactory picture, the little couple left with great gratitude. Suddenly there were only two of them left in front of the church, deserted. Le Zhishi stretched out his head, looked up at this building, and said to Song Yu, "I heard that this is one of the four cathedrals in the world."

He thought that Song Yu didn't know, but he didn't expect Song Yu to add to him, "It is one of the Gothic churches with four large stone structures."

"Yes." Lezhishi nodded, "I didn't expect to be able to come here before going back."

He looked up for a while and stopped talking. Lezhishi’s imagination always comes quickly. When I see a beautiful and magnificent church, I think of white gauze, flowers, a loving partner blessed by everyone, and a pastor with a long vow.

The priest announced that you can kiss. So the couple just now became the new couple who kissed after exchanging rings in Lezhishi's fantasy. They laughed happily.

But he was just a bystander, standing outside the church door. In this fantasy, he hoped that Song Yu would not stand with himself, and he didn't want him to be turned away.

"Fortunately, I didn't grow up in the UK." Lezhishi looked up at the cross on the top of the church and the dark clouds floating behind the cross.

"Why?" Song Yu only looked at him.

Le Zhishi still looked up and blinked slowly, "If you grow up over there, you want to believe in religion. I heard that people who believe in Christianity believe that homosexuals will go to **** after they die."

He didn't want to add more guilt to Song Yu.

"It is said that God loves the world." Lezhishi looked at the cross in confusion, "Will God love the world who loves the same sex? Or should he punish their souls after death."

With hindsight, he realized that he had talked about death again. Le Zhishi lowered his head and said apologize very softly. He didn't know if Song Yu could understand his point of apology. He wondered if he wanted to explain.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Yu grabbed his waist. The umbrella surface was tilted, and the world in front of them was divided into two. The way they came was hidden by the suppressed black umbrella, but the church in front of them stood intact, witnessing everything.

Behind the umbrella and in front of the church, Song Yu bowed his head and kissed Le Zhishi.

It was a pious and long kiss, like a silent resistance created by Song Yu with actions, despising beliefs and despising rules.

Le Zhishi went from widening his eyes in confusion to closing them, feeling sore in his nose. There are no flowers and no blessings here. Even the sky is gloomy and depressed, and even cold rain is falling, as if thousands of silver needles have fallen from the sky and pierced them.

He realized that he had changed. He enjoyed the rain and the joy that he had stolen from suffering. The honey licked on the tip of the knife is so hard-won, who would think it is not sweet.

At least this rain will not avoid them.

When Song Yu retreated a little distance, Le Zhishi opened his eyes, drizzling on his eyelashes, and his vision was a little hazy. He raised his face and looked at Song Yu, thinking that he was like a statue of a god, tall, full of taboos, and perfect.

But he stood in front of the church with a blasphemous attitude and said to Lezhishi: "I don't need God to love me."

"It's enough to have you."