The stadium was buzzing with people.

When Le Zhi was lying on his side, his symptoms became more and more intense. He obviously wanted to take a big breath, but the airflow entering his body became weaker and weaker. It seemed that there was a hole in his chest, and air was leaking hissingly. He still couldn't inhale enough.

Even after one bite, he started coughing violently.

Feeling that the student's condition was very bad, Wang Qian was also very anxious, "Le Zhi, what's going on? Are you okay? Can you talk?" He helped Le Zhi up and patted his back gently, "Try taking a deep breath.

Slower."

Just when everyone didn't know what to do, a white figure broke into the light blue and broke through the crowded crowd.

"Spread out, don't crowd around him."

The classmates around him were all startled. No one expected that Song Yu, who was speaking on the stage just now, would appear here at this moment.

Wang Qian, the head teacher, was a little surprised when he saw Song Yu. This was also a student he had taken care of. Back then, he thought this kid was quite indifferent. He didn't even have many good friends, and he didn't seem to be the type to do anything righteous.

Song Yu squatted down, held Le Zhishi in his arms, who was speechless, adjusted his sitting posture, and then took out the medicine from his pocket.

Seeing the medicine he carried with him, Wang Qian was a little confused and asked carefully: "Song Yu, can he use your medicine? I have already called the emergency personnel at the school hospital, and they will be here soon."

"It's too late. This is his medicine." Song Yu was so calm that he didn't look like a student, but more like a professional first aid worker. He raised his head and ordered the people around him, "Everyone spread out a little more."

He loosened Le Zhishi's school uniform tie, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing his neck, put his arm around his shoulder, held his head steady, and pointed the aerosol directly at Le Zhishi's mouth with his other hand.

, the movements are coherent and quick, "When you are happy, take medicine."

At this time, Le Zhishi was covered in cold sweat and his lips were slightly purple. He instinctively grasped Song Yu's arm and inhaled the mist into his lungs with all his strength.

It had been a long time since he had an asthma attack. The feeling of uncontrollable tears and breathing came over him like a wave. Everything was blank, but he could hear Song Yu's voice, which gave him an invisible comfort.

"Suck it again."

Having been in the same class for two years, it was the first time for the students around him to see this kind of first aid scene. They all stood beside him blankly. People who knew him well knew that he was allergic to some extent, but usually he only had a rash, and it was never this serious.

The cold mist of medicine poured into the trachea. After a few minutes, Le Zhishi's constantly rising and falling chest gradually recovered, and his breathing was finally no longer so rapid and weak.

"Are you feeling better?" Wang Qian didn't feel reassured, "It's better to take him to the infirmary to rest."

"It's for a follow-up visit." Song Yu opened the medicine bottle and looked away from his pale face. He inadvertently glanced at a packaging bag left on the ground, with the word bread printed on it.

He stretched out his palm and placed it on Le Zhishi's chest to feel his heart rate at the moment, then grabbed his arm and opened it, and then looked at his neck to check for rash.

Although his symptoms were relieved, Ke Lazhi's consciousness was still lagging behind. Every time he had an asthma attack, he would have a strong sense of dependence, like a struggling chick whose life was saved.

He couldn't think of anything during the first aid, he only knew that Song Yu must be saving him. The first time after recovery, Le Zhi wanted to confirm, so he weakly raised his eyes and felt relieved when he saw Song Yu's face.

"Brother..." His voice was weak, and his fingers were weakly holding Song Yu's arm. The illness passed by like a strong wind, and the remaining willpower made him completely forget about the agreement and disguise.

Jiang Yufan, who had sharp ears, lost his mind and repeated the words: "Brother...brother?!"

Such a word passed through a layer of human-shaped loudspeakers and spread like ripples.

Song Yu is Le Zhishi's "brother".

On the day of the opening ceremony, the whole school knew about this secret that Le Zhishi had kept for two years.

·

There are always a few standouts in a school who are either discussed or surrounded.

Le Zhishi and Song Yu are both typical representatives, but no one thought that these two people who usually have nothing to do with each other would intersect and be so close.

News spreads fastest among dense crowds, and it didn't take long for the accident at the opening ceremony to become the topic of everyone's discussion.

Le Zhishi's childhood was never very peaceful.

When he first arrived at the Song family, he joined the kindergarten class. He had no familiar children and didn't understand the language. The most important thing was that he looked different from everyone else. He was often watched like an animal in the acrobatic troupe, and was even bullied by some older children.

He was nicknamed "Yellow Hair" and "Little Bastard".

He disliked kindergarten very much. He didn't want to go to school every day. He just wanted to hide at home and draw. He cried as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten. Being taken out of the car seemed to kill him.

Even though he was surrounded by people when he went to elementary school, at least Song Yu was there. When he was unhappy, he went to find Song Yu. Sometimes when Song Yu got out of class, he looked back and saw the pitiful Le Zhishi standing on the door frame of the back door of the classroom.

Beside him, he looked like an unweaned puppy.

After his peers became more sensible, fewer people ostracized him, and everyone gradually got used to it. Later, the aesthetics of the grown-up children changed, and more and more people began to think that Le Zhishi was good-looking, and the level of good-looking was

Le Zhi, who was the best among boys of the same age and had a good personality, was bullied and became a popular target for no apparent reason. In short, he never stopped.

He didn't like to be the center of attention, and he didn't want to be publicly executed at the opening ceremony, but in the end, Le Zhishi became the focus of the whole school's attention in a more dramatic way.

Lying on the bed in the infirmary, he stared at the ceiling in a daze. The doctor on duty examined him, and he cooperated obediently, like a soulless toy. After the examination, he lay down again and continued to rest.

His steady breathing reassured him.

I have had a rich imagination since I was a child. I can associate a small stain on the ceiling with a hermit crab on the white beach, and then associate the space inside its small shell with a cave or even a black hole.

Just when he was exploring the universe in the ceiling, the door suddenly opened. Le Zhi turned over, opened the bed curtain a small gap, took a look, but what he saw was Jiang Yufan's face, and he fell back in disappointment.

On the bed.

"Lele?" Jiang Yufan's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of waking him up.

"I didn't sleep." Le Zhishi sat up from the bed and opened the curtain, "It's over? So fast."

"Yes." Jiang Yufan brought his schoolbag for him and handed him a box of pure milk. "You are not allergic to this, I think you drink it regularly." Seeing him shaking his head, Jiang Yufan felt relieved, "The teacher said there is no need to go back.

Reported, you can go home directly after you have rested."

Le Zhishi sucked her milk, "Teacher Wang didn't call my parents, right?"

This incident was originally an accident. He was not careful and didn't want Aunt Rong to worry about him.

"I don't know. Anyway, he stopped Song Yu and talked for a while, so he probably understood the situation." At this point, Jiang Yufan felt confident, "I just said there is no such a coincidence. I just happened to pick up the nameplate and recognized it.

You, in the middle of your speech, actually ran down from the podium to give you first aid, and you happened to have your medicine with you. If you hadn't called me brother at the end, I would have suspected that you two had some ulterior relationship."

Hearing the last sentence, Le Zhi was shocked and said, "No, no, no, how is that possible?" After saying this, he later explained, "We are not brothers either."

In fact, he regretted it very much. When he woke up and regained his strength, he recalled the scene where he called Song Yu brother in front of everyone. He was so happy that he beat his chest and regretted it.

"Not close? Cousins?" Jiang Yufan suddenly realized, "Let me tell you, you two are nothing alike, and you don't even have the same last name."

"No, listen to me." Le Zhishi zipped up his schoolbag again and briefly explained to him the situation of his foster care.

Although he said it in an understatement, Jiang Yufan was somewhat surprised, "That's it..."

The word foster care is too heavy for teenagers like them, as it seems to be equated with misfortune, misery and being left behind.

Jiang Yufan thought to himself, no wonder Le Zhishi pretended not to know Song Yu at school. He scratched his hair and said, "Then, then...then does his family treat you well?"

Le Zhi smiled and said, "Okay, it's no different from my biological child."

"That's good, that's good. But," Jiang Yufan asked again, "Then why not just go straight, I mean, adopt..." He said the word in a low voice.

Le Zhi didn't care much, "Oh, I've asked before. My uncle said that my parents are great people. They are my only parents. No one in the world can replace them. He hopes that I can

Remember. And they said that even without this program, they would take good care of me." He added, "Uncle Song is my father's best friend. They grew up together like brothers.

"

"I see..." Jiang Yufan looked more relieved and patted him on the shoulder, saying seriously, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm very tight-lipped."

"It's okay." Le Zhi lowered his head and suddenly found that his buttons were unbuttoned and his tie was torn apart. But when he was semi-conscious, he couldn't remember anything and muttered while buttoning his buttons, "What's going on..."

"Your brother... no, Song Yu was rescued during first aid." Jiang Yufan added, "You must not have seen it. The way he rushed down from the stage was so handsome."

Le Zhi did not see it, which was a pity, but he could imagine such a scene. He lowered his head, and Le Zhi saw the black spots spreading on the toes of his shoes, and thought of the haze he had imagined before the onset of the disease. He was suppressed by the darkness.

The clouds wrapped it up and trapped it.

The way Song Yu rushed down seemed like a sharp light breaking through the haze and finding him.

This picture materialized before Le Zhi's eyes, and a sense of joy arose in his heart, making even the milk sweeter. When he picked up his schoolbag, he found that it was bulging inside. He opened the zipper and saw that inside was the gift box he received in the morning. "How can you even get this?"

Is it all packed in?"

"I thought you'd go to Class 11 when you're done."

"Yeah." He crushed the milk carton that made a slurping noise and threw it into the trash can. After tying his tie, he touched Jiang Yufan's leg with his dangling leg. "Let's go home and have dinner."

The early September heat in Jiangcheng is still hot, and the Luan trees that have not been pruned for many years almost extend their dense branches into the third-floor windows. These enthusiastic green leaves are blocked by the closed glass windows, which looks very pitiful.

Just like when Le Zhishi looked at Song Yu from the glass door of the study when he was a child, his chubby face was so crowded that it was distorted.

Jiang Yufan had been classmates with Le Zhishi since the first grade of junior high school. Jiang Yufan knew about his allergy, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. He asked curiously: "How did you know you were allergic? If it was so serious, when you first discovered it

It should be very dangerous."

first……

In fact, he had some impressions, but they were not very deep. Moreover, he went to the hospital too many times when he was a child, which diluted the memory of the time he discovered the symptoms.

"I don't remember. I was only three years old at that time. I seemed to be hospitalized."

"Three years old!" Jiang Yufan couldn't imagine it. "It's scary enough for you to be like this today. Fortunately, your brother is here. I just searched Baidu and was scared to death. It turns out that asthma can kill people if there is no medicine around."

Le Zhishi comforted him, "What happened today is an extremely unlikely event, and it is the worst of bad luck."

But he remembered that Song Yu seemed to be there when he had the first attack.

Saying goodbye to the doctor on duty, the two of them were about to go downstairs to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as they went out, they met a pretty girl with short hair. She was wearing a junior high school uniform like them. She blushed and said in a low voice, "Le Zhishi..."

Le Zhishi didn't look familiar, so he looked at Jiang Yufan with pleading eyes.

Jiang Yufan remembered something, lowered his voice and whispered to his best friend: "This is the girl who gave you the gift, from Class 11."

He let out a low voice when he was happy.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine now." Le Zhi said thank you.

The girl was relieved and pulled away the broken hair behind her ears, "I went to your class to look for you in the morning. Before you came to school, I put things in your desk..."

When Le Zhi saw her ears, they turned red.

"Hope you like it."

The sun was so bright that the girl's voice was drowned in the chirping of the cicadas.

He clutched the strap of his schoolbag and was silent for two seconds. Finally, he opened the zipper, took out the gift box inside, and handed it back to her with both hands.

Jiang Yufan couldn't bear to look at it, the scene was too suffocating. He turned his head and looked down from the third floor, and saw a familiar figure, tall and wearing a white shirt.

Isn't this Song Yu? Jiang Yufan narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.

It’s true!

Song Yu pushed the cart towards this side, stopped again under a camphor tree, lowered his head to look at his watch, then raised his head to look up, and happened to meet Jiang Yufan's eyes.
Chapter completed!