Puppy love?

A big pot fell from the sky and stunned Le Zhishi, "No..." He frowned, still holding the earphone in his hand, and muttered to himself, "I didn't fall in love early.

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And he refused outright.

He tilted his head again to look at Song Yu in front of him, and retorted loudly, "I don't have puppy love!"

Song Yu remained silent. Le Zhi had no choice but to think about it by himself. Thinking of what happened in the corridor on the third floor of the medical clinic, he realized, "You were standing down there just now, right? You misunderstood. I was sending the gift I received."

Give it back to her."

Omitting the information of the confessor, Le Zhishi restored the matter exactly as it was, like a kindergarten kid who obediently reported what happened at school every day, speaking vividly and vividly, for fear of missing details.

One reported the whole journey, while the other rode silently and listened, driving from the spacious road into the winding alley, approaching the destination in the undulating waves of sycamore leaves.

"I didn't even agree to her. I bought her a drink because I was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable being rejected, so I said I wanted to treat her to a drink. And I bought him a Coke. I also bought a Coke for Jiang Yufan, but I gave...

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At this point, he suddenly stopped talking. I don't know why, but the more he talked about Le Zhi, the more aggrieved he felt. He thought of the confession wall incident that the girls discussed during the meeting in the morning.

"Have you not been confessed by others? Even that Peiya confession wall, I want to file a complaint." It was clearly a threat, but it had no deterrent effect at all. He even lowered the volume unconsciously, which made him look particularly weak. There was a pause.

After a pause, Le Zhishi added more jealously: "The girls in our class had a lively discussion this morning. Maybe the whole school knows about it."

The bicycle came to a sudden stop, and Le Zhishi's chirp suddenly pressed against Song Yu's back, so tightly that the endless sound was suppressed.

"The whole school knows more than just confessing."

Song Yu finally spoke and ordered Le Zhishi to get out of the car.

Of course Le Zhishi knew what he was talking about, "I didn't mean it. I was not feeling well at that time, so I accidentally shouted out..." He stuck behind him like a little follower, "Then what should we do now, everyone?"

Everyone has heard it, so no one should know it."

Song Yu didn't provide him with a plan, so he locked the car and walked inside.

My brother didn't feel happy after explaining so much. It didn't seem to be because of this.

The bicycle parked in front of an old slate-gray bungalow. A tall Magnolia grandiflorum was planted in front of the courtyard, and inside was a carefully tended small courtyard. The house was a European-style building from the Republic of China. It was renovated and decorated very simply.

A huge stone about the same height as a person has four characters engraved on it - Yang and Qizhe.

This is a private restaurant run by Song Yu's mother Lin Rong out of her hobbies.

Song Yu opened the door curtain and Le Zhi followed him in. There were already customers who had made reservations. They were Grandpa Zhang, a retired university professor who had been a regular customer since the store opened. He smiled and joked when he saw the two of them coming in.

"Xiao Rong, your big and handsome boy is back."

Hearing the sound, Lin Rong came out of the kitchen with a small plate of honey-pickled spring snow peaches in her hand. She placed it on the table and glanced at Le Zhishi and Song Yu with a smile.

Le Zhishi was a lovable person. Before Lin Rong could say anything, he obediently called him Grandpa Zhang. Song Yu nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Lele is taller again, but still a little behind my brother."

Lin Rong took off the schoolbag from Le Zhishi's shoulder and said, "It's still three years behind. Lele is still young and not in good health. She has grown very fast."

Le Zhishi emphasized a number that not many people care about, "I'm 1,76."

Song Yu, the tallest person in the store, did not participate in their height discussion and walked alone to the innermost private room. It was a lounge specially prepared by Lin Rong for the brothers.

Lin Rong took out the exquisitely packaged meal and handed it to Professor Zhang with both hands, "Eat it while it's hot when you get back."

"Thank you for your hard work," Professor Zhang was very happy. "My lover likes this. I'm hungry for it. I'll go back soon."

"Goodbye, Grandpa Zhang." Le Zhishi took the initiative and walked to the door.

When they first opened the store, Lele and Song Yu were still in elementary school. Lin Rong, who was interested in opening the store, only opened the store on Mondays and Fridays. There was no reservation mode for private dishes and no menu. It was all up to her arrangement. Customers came one after another.

Word of mouth spread, and more and more people came in. Many people made reservations a month in advance. Later, Lin Rong opened up the business hours to four days a week, which also made it convenient for Le Zhishi, who is allergic, to have lunch at noon.

Lunch was still sumptuous. The white jade porcelain plate was filled with fried golden crispy lotus root balls. As soon as it was brought to the table, Le Zhi took one away. When he took a bite, it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was sweeter than the meatballs and mixed with flour.

Compared with ordinary vegetable balls, the kneaded and boiled lotus root pulp has a texture very similar to meat, soft and delicious.

"Lotus root balls are the most delicious meatballs in the world." Before Le Zhishi finished eating, he picked up a stewed chicken foot and stuffed it into his mouth. With the red sauce and thick oil, he gently sucked the chicken foot.

It melted.

More than one person said that Le Zhi looked delicious when he was eating, and some even suggested that he should become a mukbang so that he can cook by watching the way he eats.

Lin Rong came in with rock sugar lotus root powder, "Was the opening ceremony fun?" She put her hand on Song Yu's shoulder, but looked at Le Zhi, "How was Song Yu's speech today? You didn't forget the words."

Le Zhi, who was eating crazily like a little hamster, suddenly stopped, his cheeks bulging.

"Oh, I really forgot my words."

"No." Song Yu ignored Le Zhi's hint of blinking and added a bowl of lotus root starch, "It's just that something happened."

When I was happy, the chicken feet in my mouth suddenly no longer smelled good.

No, I promised not to say it.

"What happened?" Lin Rong looked curious.

Song Yu glanced at Le Zhi lightly and said, "It's him."

"Lele? What's wrong with Lele?"

Le Zhi was so panicked that his eyes flickered between Song Yu and Lin Rong, and he shook his head in advance to clear the relationship, "I didn't..."

"He didn't wear a nameplate and was criticized by name." Song Yu took a sip of lotus root starch and looked up to see the shocked Le Zhi, "He was almost late."

It's different from what I imagined.

"Nameplate?" Lin Rong exclaimed in a low voice, "Ah, it's me. I took them off together when I was doing laundry. I seem to have accidentally put both nameplates in my brother's room. Blame me. Blame me."

After saying that, when she looked at Le Zhi with an apologetic look, she caught a glimpse of the nameplate on her chest, "Hey, why are you wearing it?"

Le Zhishi explained guiltily, "My brother got it for me."

A waiter called outside, and Lin Rong hurriedly answered the call and went out. Le Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and looked anxiously at Song Yu, who was covering for her.

"I messed up your speech. I'm sorry. I won't eat the wrong thing next time."

The lotus root starch was chilled. Song Yu ate a small bowl. He initially felt better and less angry, but when he heard this apology that missed the point, his expression turned cold again.

Is the problem with interruptions?

Ke La looked pitiful when he found out, and he suppressed his anger and asked: "Where is your medicine?"

Faced with the sudden question, Le Zhishi was startled and explained in a low voice: "I used up the previous one. I brought a new bottle today. I couldn't open it in time when I went to the gym, so I put it in the classroom." After that, he added it again.

One sentence, "I didn't expect that I would get sick..."

Song Yu asked directly, "Then have you ever thought about what would happen if I wasn't here today?"

This sentence stunned Le Zhishi.

If Song Yu was not here today, he would definitely be in real danger with such a large dose of allergens.

He didn't speak. Song Yu said coldly: "I can't always be by your side."

"Why?" Le Zhishi frowned and looked at him.

The dangerous consequences of allergies did not scare him as much as Song Yu's words. He could not imagine that Song Yu would not be by his side one day.

"I will take medicine with me every day in the future, and this situation will never happen again." Le Zhishi lowered his eyes, "I really remember it."

Song Yu didn't want Le Zhishi to apologize all the time. When he thought of today's situation, he couldn't control his emotions.

But after a moment of silence, he didn't continue to say, "Eat." He filled another bowl of lotus root starch, holding a porcelain spoon in his hand to pick out the wolfberries in the lotus seeds and lotus root starch one by one, and put them into another bowl.

Growing up together and spending eleven years together, Le Zhishi could completely understand Song Yu's tone. When he said this, it meant that the matter was over. Feeling relieved, he hummed happily and picked up the

He picked up a lot of hot and sour lotus root strips for Song Yu with his chopsticks, "Eat this."

This is Song Yu's favorite dish since he was a child. It doesn't require complicated seasoning, and its crisp and tender texture surpasses all vegetables. The lotus root strips are lotus roots that have not yet expanded. They are as thin as a finger, white and tender, and are cut into sections diagonally and cooked together.

Dried chili peppers are stir-fried, and a layer of mature vinegar is cooked before serving. The pores are filled with soup, making it crispy, sour and spicy. This kind of water lettuce, which is specially available in summer, is no longer available after September. It is also delicate and difficult to transport over long distances.

It is kept fresh and is not available in many cities.

"It would be great if you could eat lotus root strips in spring, summer, autumn and winter."

After hearing this, Song Yu pushed the bowl of lotus root starch in front of Le Zhishi, and said in a tone of emotionless tone: "If you see it every day, you won't think it's delicious."

The short period of appreciation is precious.

Seeing each other every day means there is less novelty and expectation.

"would not."

He didn't expect Le Zhi to refute directly, and there was some surprise in his eyes.

Le Zhishi said with a child's determination, "What I like is something I am willing to eat every day. What's the point of eating something I don't like just for a change? It's best to put it in front of me every day."

Song Yu paused with his chopsticks, "Aren't you tired of it?"

Le Zhishi hesitated for a moment and did not answer directly. Song Yu did not continue to wait for the answer and ate quietly by himself.

"If it's my favorite, I won't get tired of it." He emphasized the last word, as if it was a carefully considered answer.

Song Yu was stunned. He was caught off guard by Le Zhi and stuffed a lotus root ball into his mouth. He frowned with a puzzled look on his face.

"Let me eat my favorite lotus root balls for you." Le Zhi looked up at him, looking exactly the same as when he first came to his house.

At that time, Le Zhi was stuck with Song Yu every day. He didn't understand anything and couldn't speak Chinese very well, but he could express it directly with actions. Before Song Yu went to bed every night, he would find some strange things beside his pillow.

Small toys are sometimes hidden under the pillow, and you don't know until they get stuck.

Song Yu would take these little toys away every time, but they would appear next to his pillow the next day.

One day later, Song Yu happened to catch the "culprit" after taking a shower. Seeing that he was happy, he stood on tiptoes and stretched out his fleshy arms to reach the head of his bed, and put the small train and the astronaut on the pillow.

side.

Le Zhi, who was caught, couldn't explain clearly. He kept talking in English mixed with simple Chinese words. Song Yu took a long time to sort out the explanation. It turned out that he wanted to give him his favorite toy.

, accompany him to sleep.

At that time, he refused, "I don't want your toys, I'm not a child."

Le Zhishi cried at that time, but at night, he took the toy and said a lot of strange English to Song Yuruanhu, telling him that this is really good and this is my favorite toy.

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In the end, Song Yu had no choice but to keep his little train and put the astronaut into his hand, "One is enough."

That night, Song Yu was lying on the bed, playing with the little locomotive with an expressionless face. He didn't know what mechanism was triggered, but the locomotive turned on its lights and whined, unable to stop. He had a dream all night, in which he had milk dumplings.

Crying non-stop and holding him without letting go. It was simply the worst nightmare.

After all these years, nothing has changed.

After eating, the two people removed the table, took down the two rolled-up tatami mattresses standing in the corner, and spread them out for a nap.

"Is the third year of high school hard? I heard that you used up one refill in three days." Le Zhishi put down the pillow and lay down on it, looking at Song Yu.

Song Yu took out a copy of "National Geographic" from the shelf and flipped through it, "I'm just a senior in high school."

It seems so, and he is so smart, so he shouldn't have to work so hard. Le Zhi looked at the ceiling, he didn't want to go to high school, there were too many papers to finish, and he might die in high school.

Neither allergies nor asthma could kill him, so it would be a bit embarrassing to commit suicide by doing the test.

While reading Le Zhi, he was blinking at the ceiling. Song Yu put down the magazine and ordered him: "Sleep."

Le Zhi made a sound and closed his eyes.

Seeing that he finally calmed down, Song Yu threw Xia Liang over, raised the air conditioner temperature by two degrees, and then lay down.

Le Zhi looked very good when he closed his eyes. Those big eyes seemed to be the only container for all his vitality. Once closed, the person would be much weaker and paler, which would make Song Yu uncontrollably think of how he had been sick in the morning.

Moods are archived and can be brought back to a certain moment in an instant.

Many adults describe their children as being like the wind, especially when they haven't seen each other for a long time. When they suddenly see each other, they will be surprised that this child has grown up suddenly. But it is obvious that Le Zhi Shi grew up with him and they are together every day.

.Song Yu still feels this way.

When he saw Le Zhi lying quietly like this, Song Yu couldn't help but think of the first time he was hospitalized due to allergies. He was also so quiet and small.

That was the first time six-year-old Song Yu realized the meaning of danger.

"Brother Song Yu." Le Zhishi suddenly opened his eyes, turned sideways suddenly, and was caught face to face with Song Yu at a very close distance.

When I was about to accuse him of not sleeping, I saw Le Zhishi asking innocently.
Chapter completed!