There was only one day of monthly leave, so he stayed in his room while changing music. Song Jin came back from a business trip and baked with Lin Rong. The house was filled with the aroma of butter. Song Yu went downstairs to make coffee, and was asked by Song's father about his recent results and TOEFL test.

thing.

"Are you sure?"

Song Yu said it was okay and started to go upstairs again. Lin Rong stopped him, "Xiao Yu, didn't you say you wanted a carpet yesterday? I picked a woolen one from your aunt's shop and sent it over in a moment.

, wait a minute and we’ll go up and lay it down for you.”

"Oh." Song Yu coughed as if his throat was uncomfortable, "Anytime is fine."

Lin Rong handed him a plate of freshly baked gluten-free chocolate chip cookies and said, "Bring it to my brother. Wait, I'll pour him a glass of hot milk."

Song Jin suggested, "Bar yogurt, yogurt is good for the stomach."

His parents arranged everything clearly. Song Yu carried his things upstairs, passed Le Zhishi's room, stood outside the door and called his name. When he heard Le Zhishi, he responded inside and asked him what happened.

Song Yu frowned, feeling weird, "Mom asked me to give you cookies."

"Oh! Then... put it at the door for me. I'll get it later."

After Le Zhi finished shouting at the door, he heard Song Yu snort outside the door a few seconds later. After waiting for a while, he walked over and opened the door a small crack. After confirming that Song Yu was not at the door, he opened the door boldly and opened the door.

Pick up the dinner plate lying on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing in there?"

After being caught red-handed, Le Zhishi stretched out his head and saw that Song Yu was standing a few steps away in the corridor looking at him. A picture of cat and mouse popped up in Le Zhishi's mind, and he was crawling out of the hole at this moment.

Jerry preparing to steal cheese.

Song Yu didn't say much and walked directly towards Le Zhishi's room, but Le Zhishi ducked in even faster and closed the door with a bang.

Song Yu, who was rejected, experienced a complex state of mind that he had never experienced in his eleven years of life.

He even stood at the door in confusion for a while.

Early on Monday morning, the two brothers came down from upstairs after washing up. They saw Lin Rong changing shoes in the entrance hall and her tone was very urgent.

"A good friend of my mother suddenly got acute appendicitis. I have to go to the hospital to take care of her now. I don't have time to make breakfast today. The money is on the table. You two go out to eat."

When Le Zhi saw that her scarf was still on the shelf, he rubbed his eyes, walked over to get the scarf and put it around her, "Drive slower."

"Be careful when eating outside, don't be greedy." Lin Rong hugged him, said goodbye to Song Yu, opened the door and left.

The cold air outside the door went straight to Le Zhishi's ankles. He trembled slightly, stamped his feet on the spot, ran upstairs to change into a pair of stockings, and took the time to go out with Song Yu.

Le Zhi thought about Song Yu's wrist discomfort and insisted on taking him to school. Naturally, he was rejected. There was a stalemate, and the cold wind outside the door blew him away. In the end, the two of them chose to go by car.

The bus was very fast and it was still early to arrive at the school gate. Le Zhi carried his schoolbag and walked almost close to Song Yu. Before, he couldn't go to school with his brother, but now he could go to school openly and side by side. He was in a very good mood.

But when he arrived at the breakfast shop, he couldn't walk.

"I'm so hungry." Le Zhishi really stood still.

Song Yu didn't say anything, chose the cleanest and most spacious store, went in, and ordered soup dumplings, three fresh bean curds and a bowl of beef noodle soup.

"Wide powder and fine powder?" the boss asked.

Le Zhishi looked behind the boss and asked, "Is there any hollow noodles?"

"Yes." The boss happily put the powder into the colander, "Put more for you."

"Thank you, boss!" Le Zhishi sat across from Song Yu and looked at the wall of the store. The walls were full of menus. After a while, he said, "Brother Song Yu, I want to drink red bean paste."

Song Yu raised his head and glanced at him, as if he thought he was troublesome, but he didn't say anything. He got up and asked the boss, but the boss said he didn't have it, "There is only black soy milk. If you want to drink it, there seems to be some next door."

After hearing this, Song Yu walked directly to the next door.

Things developed according to Le Zhishi's wishes. He craned his neck and looked outside to confirm that his brother was indeed gone. He quickly took out a package of things from his schoolbag, ran to the other side, quickly opened Song Yu's bag and stuffed it in.

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After handling the crime scene, he returned to his seat as if nothing had happened, and obediently took apart two pairs of disposable chopsticks. After a while, Song Yu came back with red bean paste.

The bean paste was very hot. Le Zhishi took out one of the two straws that Song Yu picked up along the way, broke the plastic seal on the cup and took a big sip. It was sweet and creamy.

The proprietress came to serve the soup dumplings and gave each of them a small plate with vinegar soaked in ginger slices. When she was happy, she stood up and placed Song Yu's chopsticks on his small plate.

The soup dumplings were stuffed with shrimps and fresh meat. There were eight of them in total. They were padded with pine needles to separate the dumplings from the bamboo drawer. The skin was so thin that you could almost vaguely see the shrimp inside. He picked up a soup dumpling and wrapped it in the juice.

His skin was dangling, like a water balloon he played with when he was a child, and fell into his vinegar saucer.

Neither of them discussed it. Le Zhishi directly picked up another straw on the table, opened it, pointed the pointed end at the soup dumpling skin, and took a sip as soon as he poked it, "Yeah!"

"You're not afraid of being burned to death." Song Yu said this with a accustomed expression.

"This soup is so fresh." After he finished sucking it, he used chopsticks to pull open the skin, dipped the shrimp and meat fillings in vinegar and ate them, leaving a large piece of skin in the end.

"Your noodle soup, and tofu skin." The landlady came over with two bowls. When she saw Le Zhi, she put the soup dumpling skin into Song Yu's bowl. She was still a little confused, "What's the matter? Isn't the skin delicious?"

"No, no," Le Zhishi moved the powder in front of him, "I can't eat it."

The landlady nodded in understanding, told them to add coriander, and left.

Song Yu naturally ate the soup dumpling skins he brought, and also ate a piece of tofu skin while it was still hot. Three fresh tofu skins can be considered the most filling breakfast.

Stir the diced pork, magnolia slices and shiitake mushrooms into the seasoned glutinous rice, add the marinade to enhance the aroma, and grind the mung beans and rice to form a thin skin. Place it on the bottom of the pot, add eggs and fry until cooked.

Add glutinous rice after the noodles, press and spread evenly, cut into cubes while frying. Serve it out while hot. The glutinous rice will be salty and fragrant, soft and glutinous, and the tofu skin will be golden and crispy.

The best part is, there are no Lucky allergens in it, and he loves it.

They shared all their breakfasts. Le Zhi ate a piece of bean curd and started to attack the rice noodles. He gave Song Yu a piece of braised beef, "I wanted to eat macaroni before, so eat it like this."

Zhishi inserted his chopsticks into a stick of noodles and put it into his mouth, "Does it look like Chinese spaghetti?"

Song Yu only felt that he was like a bird in the morning, chirping, but he was not usually like this. Today he was extremely excited, as if he had accomplished something big.

"Stop talking and eat quickly."

Only then did Le Zhi become more honest. He ate four soup dumplings without skins, half a bowl of rice noodles, and a piece of tofu skin, and asked Song Yu to round the rest. Lin Rong taught them to respect food since they were young.

So when the two of them go out to eat, there is never anything left.

After breakfast, there were a lot of people coming and going at the door. Song Yu left the breakfast shop with his schoolbag, and Le Zhishi trotted after him.

The lady boss stared at their soup dumpling steamer in a daze, and was patted by the boss, "You didn't wake up so early in the morning."

"No." She frowned, as if she couldn't figure it out, "The two handsome guys just now were really weird. One only ate the filling of the soup dumplings, and the other only ate the skin."

What did the boss think it was, "Oh, kids these days are all very unique."

The two separated from the third floor. Song Yu went upstairs by himself, met his classmates, and was teased.

"I saw you two together from afar. You have such a good relationship with your brother."

Song Yu didn't speak or refute.

Not long after morning self-study started, the English teacher came into the classroom with books. Song Yu opened his schoolbag to get his English notes, and suddenly found an extra box inside. He thought it was strange, so he took it out.

My deskmate was a man with glasses who was not very courageous but a bit gossipy. He glanced at the box, fearing that Song Yu would find out, so he pretended to recite the words loudly.

The box is white, as if it were handmade, and it is full of paintings. It mainly depicts two little people, one with brown curly hair and the other with black hair. The black-haired one has an injured wrist, but the one with brown hair is crying. They

There is a big red arrow above the head, pointing to the opening of the box.

The deskmate glanced at it with his peripheral vision and saw Song Yu's expression of disgust. He thought he was going to throw it aside. After all, he often did this when he frequently received various gifts. Even the beautifully packaged gifts did not give him a second glance.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Yu actually opened it. He actually opened it and looked at such a small broken handicraft box?

The tablemate exclaimed in his heart, it turned out that Song Yu was good at this.

He began to wonder what was in the box.

Song Yu opened the package and took out a bunch of...

Plaster? His deskmate was so surprised that his glasses slipped. He immediately pushed it up and read while endorsing the book. Song Yu looked through them one by one. It turned out that there were paintings on the plasters, and each one was different. There were also storyboards.

, just like a comic strip, the protagonists are all curly and black-haired men.

In the morning self-study classroom where the sound of endorsements was deafening, my deskmate accidentally heard Song Yu's laughter, which sounded funny and helpless. In short, it was very unlike him and very magical.

However, Song Yu didn't look at it too much. He arranged the skin-colored plasters, put them back into the box, and put them in the drawer.

This unsolved mystery from early self-study has lingered in the hearts of my classmates for a long time.

The two math classes in the morning were about exam papers. Song Yu got a lot right, so he saved time and worked on new questions. His wrist still hurt. He stopped writing, stared at his wrist and thought for a while, and finally took out the box in the drawer.

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He thought of something he said casually that day, which was too ugly to post.

Ever since I was a kid, every surprise I got was sneaky.

Picking out a pain relief patch where the two villains were closest to each other, Song Yu looked at it carefully and found that the painting was very familiar. It seemed to be the scene when he won first place in the high jump in the fourth grade of elementary school. He happily jumped into his arms.

But the little kid ran too hard and knocked him down on the playground.

Later, the awards were presented, and the top three stood on the small podium. Song Yu had just reached the highest level, and Le Zhi, who had just entered elementary school, ran out of nowhere, sneaked up behind Song Yu, and hugged him.

The legs disrupted the entire rhythm of the award ceremony.

Of course, in the end he was forcibly taken away by the elementary school teacher.

Walking out of his memories, Song Yu tore off the plastic film on his back, carefully put the pain relief patch on his wrist, smoothed it, then unnaturally pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt and school uniform jacket, trying to block it, and then pretended to be something

As if nothing happened, just keep working on the questions.

After class, a large group of troops gathered downstairs to do exercises. Qin Yan moved lazily and glanced around, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Song Yu's right wrist.

What is that on your hand? Is it a tattoo?

As soon as they were dismissed, he immediately ran to Song Yu and pulled his sleeves without saying a word, "What did you do to your wrist? Huo Hitachi, you are such a social person. How dare you carry me behind your back..." The moment he grabbed his wrist

, Qin Yan suddenly changed into the expression of an old man looking at his mobile phone on the subway, "...apply plaster?"

Song Yu's expression changed, he pushed him away and pulled off his sleeves, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"No, what is this?" Qin Yan smiled, as if he had discovered a new world, "Where did you get such a cute plaster? Did some girl give it to you! This is the plaster that a macho man should put on! Come on, come on, come on, I

I injured my shoulder playing ball two days ago, give me a piece too."

Song Yu: "..."

"Why are you so stingy? I can buy it anyway." Qin Yan started to pull at his school uniform, "Damn it's cold, hurry up! Just one piece!"
Chapter completed!