Lovely Allergen

There was no one in the house, and Marshmallow came out to greet him warmly. The orange cat slept in a corner of the sofa and raised his head when he heard the movement, confirming that they came back and lowered their heads, turning their backs and continuing to sleep.

Song Yu took off his school uniform jacket and asked Lezhishi to sit on the sofa and ask him what he wanted to eat. Lezhishi just picked up the dog and was stunned when he heard this, then put down the dog and followed Song Yu. Into the kitchen, "Brother Song Yu, are you cooking?"

Song Yu took the apron on the wall and put it around him, "Is it weird?"

Le Zhishi shook his head and sat next to Nakajima, Xiao Hiromi followed up and got into his arms.

"It's been a long time since I ate the food you cooked."

In the past, Song Jin's business was busier than it is now. At that time, Lin Rong also helped to manage the company and was often away from home. At that time, they were both very young, and they hired a nanny, but the nanny did not pay attention to cooking. When Lezhi was allergic, he was hospitalized. From then on, the family didn't dare to ask a nanny again. Song Yu did it when Lin Rong couldn't take care of it. Next, he is also good at this aspect.

Two children, a small dining table, and a few home-cooked dishes are memories that you can see when you close your eyes when Lezhi.

"I want to eat Maocai." Little Hiromi's head was lying on Nakajima, and Lezhishi touched his hairy head, "and cake."

Song Yu, who opened the refrigerator door, turned his head and pointed at the corner of his mouth.

Le Zhishi only remembered, touched the corner of his mouth, it hurt a bit, "But I want to eat."

Song Yu didn't say anything, but already started to get the ingredients. Le Zhishi didn't want him to work alone, so he went to help him. He doesn't know how to cook, so he can only wash vegetables. The scratches on my fist hurt a little when it touched the water, and there was no sound when Lezhi, but the movement stopped for a while. The water from the tap suddenly stopped.

"You can't wash it clean." Song Yu pulled a kitchen towel and handed it to him.

Le Zhishi wiped the water on his hands, "That..."

"Stand here." He lowered his head and concentrated on cutting vegetables. "Just watch."

Xiao Bomei ran over again and scratched Song Yu's legs. Lezhishi bent over to pick him up, and held his paw, "Don't get in the way of brother."

Before Song Yu cut a piece of Lin Rong and fry the frozen butter pan bottom, the whole kitchen seems to be alive when you click the pan, and the whole kitchen seems to be alive. The **** and garlic are poured into the melted red oil, the aroma is overflowing, and it is hot. Pour boiling water, the red soup boils and beats in the pot.

After adding some seasonings, Song Yu tasted the salty and bland, and put in various cut ingredients.

While cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks, stirred them with gluten-free flour, and then handed the egg whites and whisk to Lezhi, giving him a gesture.

Sending egg whites is the favorite job when Lezhi, and it will make him feel better quickly. Because watching the egg white gradually change from liquid to fluffy, and finally look like a cloud, it is a wonderful experience.

"Okay." Lezhishi picked up the whisk, and the "cloud" that was sent was pulled out of a small pointed hook. This was a sign of success. He was quite satisfied, "perfect."

Song Yu began to make muffins when he filled out Maocai, "It's too late for the cakes, hurry up this one."

"Pancake is also cake." Lezhishi nodded himself.

After busying for a long time, two bowls of rice, a small pot of hot maocai, and a blueberry muffin were laid out on the island in the kitchen, a combination of Chinese and Western. The beef slices are boiled until they can be unfolded, thinly wrapped in shiny red oil, and the appetite is awakened before it is eaten. Song Yu took out the small glass jar, poured golden sweet-scented osmanthus syrup on the muffin, and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.

Le Zhishi picked up a fillet of chopsticks and sent it carefully into his mouth. He was also very cautious when chewing, which looked a bit funny.

Maocai was so delicious that it was hot and spicy, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his back. Taking advantage of the irritation in his mouth, he stuffed another muffin wrapped in syrup into his mouth, which was fluffy and soft, like The chiffon cake extruded into thick slices has a mellow taste.

The emotions that have been uncomfortable from the early morning are also released in the red oil and honey.

There is nothing that a delicious meal cannot be solved.

Song Yu ate halfway in silence, and then suddenly left the table. When he came back, he held a gauze bag filled with ice cubes, "hold it, and put your eyes on it."

Sure enough, I still mentioned it. Le Zhishi took the ice pack and said thank you in a muffled voice. He put his elbow on the table and used it to cover his eyes. After applying it for a while, he couldn't help but raise his head, "Is it ugly?"

Song Yu ate seriously, "You know too."

Obviously he didn't care about breaking the situation in front of others. When Cole knew it, he was afraid that Song Yu would see his swollen eyes and even dislike himself for him. He didn't know why. After sighing, Lezhishi was serious regretfully, "I should have avoided that punch."

Song Yu put down the bowl, "When Lezhi, shouldn't you regret doing it with others today?"

"I don't regret it." Lezhishi raised his head, "I did nothing wrong."

This appearance made Song Yu a little stunned, as if he saw himself as a child, so stubborn, he was beaten to death and still did not admit his mistake.

However, Le Zhishi didn't want Song Yu to misunderstand him. He changed his attitude of not letting go in front of the head teacher, and took the initiative to explain, "Brother, I didn't intend to fight and make trouble. Actually, I didn't want to do anything in the beginning. This matter..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yu interrupted, "I know."

"The person you beat," he looked into Lezhishi's eyes, as if he had an answer, "what did he say?"

Le Zhishi suddenly stalked, his hand holding the ice bag tightened, and his head drooped, like a plant wilted by the sun.

"He said...my mother is dead, only then will I come out to take care of my business."

Wang Qian asked him, he didn't want to say, Jiang Yufan asked, he didn't want to say, even if he really called Lin Rong or Song Jin on the spot, he could kill him without saying a word. But for some reason, when Song Yu asked, he said.

It seems that he can only show weakness to Song Yu.

"I didn't hold it back at the time, so I moved my hand."

Song Yu actually guessed it. The class representative went downstairs with his homework. Just when he saw Lezhi who was being lectured in the office, this matter spread all of a sudden in their class. Song Yu didn't believe it at first. He knew better than anyone else that being popular was not when Lezhi was. His style, even if he really helped his classmates, he wouldn't hit anyone.

But later, when I heard that the child being bullied was not in charge of his parents, Song Yu probably guessed the reason for the fight.

Even a puppy can bite when it steps on its tail.

But he never wanted to do anything to educate his brother's elder brother. High-sounding scolding adults have done too much, and sometimes they can’t even understand that children have troubles, and they don’t think that children’s troubles are also very important, so they will blindly teach and make children reluctant. Guarantees, but they don’t care about whether they feel uncomfortable at that time, how uncomfortable it is.

Both lessons and concerns are not suitable for Song Yu.

Looking at Lezhi, he lowered his head and ate silently. His eyes blinked quickly, as if he was forbearing. Song Yu couldn’t say what it was like. He just realized that when Lezhi sitting in front of him, it seemed that it was no longer When he was a kid, the kid who would only hide behind him and cry.

"Did you win, or did he win?"

Lezhishi didn't expect Song Yu to ask that.

He sniffed and raised his head. The corners of the unbroken mouth were covered with spicy oil, but his expression was serious, "I won. I hit four people alone. Just didn't dodge the last punch because someone shouted. The teacher is here, I am a little panicked, otherwise I won't be beaten in the eyes."

It seems that he is really obsessed with the punch of the eye. Song Yu pulled a piece of paper and handed it to him, but when Lezhi said, "I didn't cry, I just got hot."

Song Yu stretched out his hand and wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with a cold face.

Perhaps he personally experienced the experience of no silver three hundred taels here, or perhaps Song Yu personally wiped the corners of his mouth. Lezhishi’s ears were a little hot, he slammed a muffin into his mouth and almost choked. Coughed for a long time.

After eating, the two cleaned up together, enough time to take a nap. After applying the ice for a while, Lezhishi felt his eyes were much better. He returned to the room and looked in the mirror for a while. It was still ugly.

Song Yu drew the curtains and lay down on the bed. The phone was full of Qin Yan's news, so he only scanned. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a knock on the door, without opening my eyes, "What's the matter?"

"I want to sleep with you." Le Zhishi said directly, but people didn't step in.

As usual, Song Yuzhun refused, but today he didn't. He lay down on the side of the bed, as if by default.

With permission, Le Zhishi immediately climbed up. Song Yu opened his eyes and wanted to give him a pillow. Seeing that he had made a unilateral blindfold on his head from nowhere, he stretched out his hand and pulled the strap of the blindfold, "What is this? ?"

Le Zhishi clutched his blindfold, "I want to wear it."

Song Yu didn't stop it anymore, but carried it by himself. Le Zhishi also lay down obediently and looked at Song Yu's back quietly. He felt that he hadn't slept with Song Yu for a long time. As long as it rained heavily when he was a child, he would crawl onto Song Yu's bed with his pillow and be close to him so that he would not be so scared. Only at that time, he will not be rejected.

But Song Yu is afraid of heat and always dislikes him like a hot little meatball, and prevents him from holding him close, so Lezhishi only uses his forehead against his back, very restrained to meet his needs for safety. sense.

This seems to be the first time he slept with Song Yu in a sunny day, but he was still broken.

Lezhishi put his forehead on, and he could feel his brother's heartbeat through the skin and bones, as if he could also smell the familiar breath of rain, soft and hopeful.

This hallucination is like a hypnotic drug released, which can make him fall asleep quickly without any obstacles.

Only lying next to Song Yu can play a role.

He couldn't help but develop an illusion, as if he didn't need anything, it would be nice to be able to do this for a lifetime.

But he knew it was not possible. He was no longer the three-year-old kid who used all means to prevent Song Yu from getting married. You can't cry unscrupulously, and you can't say anything for self-satisfaction.

Thinking about it, Lezhi fell asleep, everything in the dream was blurred, parents who died young, adults who projected sympathetic eyes, and children pushing him. But their voices are very clear.

[The child without parents is so pitiful]

[So you are an orphan]

The mixed voices were caged into a black shadow, chasing him in the meandering dream, and couldn't escape. He wanted to call Song Yu's name, just his name, but there was no sound when he opened his mouth.

"Lezhishi, Lezhishi..."

Woke up from a dream with a sweaty body, the vision that gradually gathered was the grown-up Song Yu, frowning, Le Zhishi took a few deep breaths, "I had a nightmare," he somehow thought of Jiang Yufan the other day. One of the words, "It seems to be a ghost press."

After he finished speaking, he turned around seemingly cool, "I'm going to continue to sleep."

Song Yu lay down, with the sweat from Le Zhishi's forehead still remaining in his palms. He looked at the ceiling, and he looked like Le Zhishi couldn't wake up just now.

"Lezhishi."

Hearing Song Yu calling his name, Le Zhishi hummed, with a little nasal sound, it sounded like acting like a baby. He cleared his throat and covered it.

"When you were a child, you were really squeamish, especially able to cry. Every time I cried, I got a headache and wanted to send you away."

Song Yu was complaining, but his tone was low. Le Zhishi pursed his mouth unconsciously behind his back, trying to refute, but he heard him speak again with a trace of calm doubt.

"How come you don't like to cry when you grow up?"