Lovely Allergen

Song Yu's words seemed to poke Wang Jie's pain even more, and turned to look at Le Zhishi angrily.

What are you staring at? I still want to give you a punch. Le Zhishi glared back unceremoniously.

Song Yuchao came to Le Zhishi, took the watch, lowered his head and put it on carefully, "They want to bully you, you can beat them back to let them know that you are not the one to bully. But you punch, I kick, the emotions will not Offset, there is no such simple rule."

After that, he looked into Lezhishi's eyes, "I have to learn to deal with and solve problems."

Jiang Yufan had been holding Lezhishi's schoolbag and looked at him honestly. He didn't dare to say anything. Seeing Song Yu coming over, he immediately called out Senior Song Yu respectfully. Song Yu nodded slightly and took Le Zhishi's bag from him.

Of course Le Zhishi understood what Song Yu said. This matter can’t go on like this forever, just as it was said in the TV series, when is the time for retribution. Although Wang Jie bullied his classmates, collected protection fees, and cursed others, the words he said at the time were not aimed at him.

Le Zhishi rubbed the tip of his nose, glanced at Song Yu, and plucked up the courage to walk towards Wang Jie. Wang Jie thought he was going to do something, and the hostile posture was already set, "Don't think that I will be afraid of you if you take your brother! I..."

"Do you remember the last sentence you scolded me in the bathroom last time?" Le Zhishi looked into Wang Jie's eyes.

There was a very subtle emotion in his big eyes, but Wang Jie noticed it and felt very awkward, "If you want to do it, just do it directly, what nonsense..." He stopped in the middle of the scolding, and he recalled that day. Scene.

Le Zhishi continued: "You got it right, so I was angry."

"I..." Wang Jie's words stalked in his throat. He fights and makes trouble, skips class, overturns the wall, bullies his classmates, and does everything the teacher does not allow him to do, but he is already numb. What are these trivial things? It's nothing. He is an ignorant little **** who can see to the end at a glance in the future, and when he grows up he will become a big, idle bastard.

But he did not expect that he would feel guilty because of a curse.

"But I was wrong to hit someone." Le Zhishi lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry."

Things are not exactly what he imagined. Wang Jie was a little lost. He just wanted to take revenge on the nosy Lezhi, so he punctured his tires, found someone to block him, and taught him a little lesson, so that he would not dare to pretend to be a hero in the future. But now hearing what Le Zhishi said, and seeing the bruise on his face that hadn't completely subsided, Wang Jie panicked. After all, he is the only one who bluffs.

"You... don't show me such a pitiful look." Wang Jie made a disgusting tone, but his fingers grabbed the fabric of the school uniform pants, "Look at your panda eyes, I also beaten him. You are even."

After speaking, his tone weakened, "Then what... the sentence I scolded you was not intentional, I'm not such a disgusting person."

Jiang Yufan interrupted quietly, "Then you are still bullying your classmates..."

"That's because he chewed Lao Tzu's tongue first behind his back. He said my dad..." Wang Jie paused abruptly, his expression seemed to be very angry, but also a bit embarrassed, "...He took my family affairs out of chaos. Said that I was a thief and asked the teacher to look through my desk and bag. I have no money, but I have never stolen his money!" He seemed a little excited, his eyes were red when he said this, but he was very I quickly realized that these people in front of him were still having a feast with him, and his tone changed, "...Then if he wants to talk nonsense, I will grab it, what's the matter? Cheng Mingming owes it!"

He also seemed to know that his remarks were not reasonable, so he was even more blushing.

Le Zhishi listened to him in silence, staring at his face, and suddenly realized that the world was more complicated than he thought. Even if he is himself, he is not a hero who is righteous and courageous. Only when he hears the words "no parents control" and pokes the sadness, he will break the unshakable style of behavior and come forward.

The rescued, the rescued, and the violent, none of them are black and white characters in the hot-blooded comics. At this time, he could not even distinguish between Cheng Mingming and Wang Jie, who was the victim of school violence and who was the perpetrator. Perhaps it is both, contradictory symbiosis, so the humiliation and violence between them is endless cycle.

Perhaps this is what Song Yu said cannot be offset.

"Then you can't bully your classmates, this is wrong." Although he was not mature enough to give a strategy to break the game, Lezhishi learned his lesson. He looked at Wang Jie's eyes with a serious tone, "Like I shouldn't hit someone like that."

Wang Jie was silent for a few seconds, and Lezhishi looked at him so straight, as if looking forward to a response. Wang Jie has never met such a strange person. He glanced at his face awkwardly, "I am too lazy to talk to you, you are a good baby, a good student, I am not."

After speaking, he glanced at Song Yu who was not far away. The other party was also looking at him with cold eyes. He was a little bit agitated, but an unspeakable subtle emotion rose in his heart, like envy.

It reminds him of childhood memories that are always embarrassing and feels uncomfortable.

Wang Jie cleared his throat, "I'm leaving, I can't help you with today's affairs." He took out another crumpled twenty yuan from his pocket, took Lezhishi's hand, and clapped his hand. "I’ll give you the money for repairing tires. I said it’s a stupid thing. I didn’t slap me, and it made Lao Tzu post the money. I told you, this time the two are cleared, we’ll pretend that we don’t know each other at school. Well water does not offend river water."

After speaking, he picked up his school uniform jacket from the ground, shook ashes, turned and walked towards the other side of the alley, stopped before the corner, and finally turned to the right, and his figure disappeared.

Le Zhishi looked down at the banknotes in his hand, feeling complicated, but he didn't know how to describe it. He thought that there would be a vigorous stage like in TV and comics. As the protagonist, he repelled the bad guys and finally won.

Now he finds that there are few invincible protagonists in life, and it is also difficult to see heinous villains. They are all awkward children who do things that are not intended because of impulse. Some can be passed by with a smile, and some may be worse. The deeper the sinking, the final being trapped by various emotions and deviating from the original.

If he had ignored Wang Jie's words, the latter would probably not have happened.

However, if Le Zhishi was given another chance, he would still be angry with that sentence, but at that time he would explain the situation to Wang Jie and ask Wang Jie to apologize to his mother.

The other end of the alley was empty, and every car on the street was panicked. He didn't look any further and turned around.

He believed that Wang Jie would also apologize.

With this feeling, Le Zhishi returned to Song Yu's side. Song Yu handed him the schoolbag, "Go back to eat."

"Are you with you too?" Le Zhishi raised his eyes.

Song Yu nodded slightly, without showing the slightest intention of blaming him on his face, which made Le Zhishi much more relieved. Jiang Yufan leaned close to him, "This development is different from what I thought. I thought you were going to fight."

"You can't fight, it's not good to fight." Lezhishi emphasized to him and also emphasized to himself.

Jiang Yufan patted him on the shoulder with relief like an uncle, "Yes, you have grown up."

The three of them rode to the restaurant. Jiang Yufan and him stood side by side, slowly lingering, and when Lezhi realized that Song Yu controlled the handlebars with one hand, he still thought it was very cool. In addition, Jiang Yufan always praised Song Yu for his greatness by his side, and asked him where he studied, and he also wanted to report to the class. Le Zhishi felt that Song Yu was cool.

Lezhi does not often bring friends to the restaurant. This is the first time, so Lin Rong is very happy. He set up a large table of hard dishes, steamed pork ribs with pumpkin, steamed Wuchang fish, fried chicken with pickled peppers... They were all dumbfounded.

"It's still going on." Le Zhishi tried to stop Lin Rong. "Enough..."

"It's been a long time for you to taste this stuffed sirloin with water chestnut vermicelli. The last batch of water chestnut is the last batch of water chestnut in autumn. After this crop, we will have to wait for another year." Lin Rong lifted the lid of the casserole, and a strong aroma came over her , She gave Jiang Yufan a spoonful and put it on the rice, "Eat it quickly. After three hours of simmering, it will be rotten."

"Thank you, Auntie!" Jiang Yufan was a little surprised, and whispered to Lezhishi, "Auntie is so kind, so enthusiastic, she's not like seniors at all." The last sentence was extremely small.

"It's not like Uncle Song," Le Zhishi also whispered to him, "My brother is inherited from generation to generation, and I follow Grandpa."

"Oh~ it makes sense."

Seeing Lin Rong's heart pounding on the newly brought young classmate, Le Zhishi glanced at Song Yu, afraid that he would eat his mother's jealousy and wanted to pick him up. He raised his chopsticks and picked it for a long time, and stared at the top piece of steamed pork ribs. The meat was thick and oily, and it was delicious. He was about to put down the chopsticks, and the chopsticks that Song Yu had caught were all three of them. To his bowl.

"Eat more vegetables." Song Yu said lightly.

Le Zhishi was very happy, and put the selected piece of ribs into Song Yu's bowl, and gave the next piece to Jiang Yufan, and then ate a piece of rice white silk quite proudly, thinking that he was the most sensible in the world. people.

Lin Rong sat down after his busy schedule. She and Jiang Yufan were chatting with Jiang Yufan for a meal, talking about things at school when he was happy, and talking about him when he was a kid. Le Zhishi occasionally said a few words, but most of the time he was eating. For him, eating is a very important thing, and he must focus on tasting food.

"Auntie, I heard Lele said that he learned taekwondo when he was young."

Hearing this, Le Zhishi raised his head suddenly.

Lin Rong nodded, "I have been studying for a while, and my brother has been studying for a longer time."

Jiang Yufan said again, "It's so cool, why didn't I sign up for a class when I was a kid? My mother is really disappointed."

"Puff." Lin Rong was amused by him, "I also think that boys practice that, handsome, and able to keep fit, so they are allowed to go, especially our Jia Lele, who has been weak and sick since childhood, and has very poor physique. Okay. I also recorded a video. The video of Lele kicking a wooden board with her short legs when she was a child is very cute."

Le Zhishi solemnly emphasized, "My legs are the longest among the boys in our class."

"Yes, yes, who didn't grow up with short legs since childhood?" Lin Rong continued, "learning that is pretty hard. For basic skills or something, you have to run ten laps around the training ground."

Song Yu suddenly thought of something. He had been silent and suddenly laughed, his voice was not loud, but he was particularly noticeable. When the three of them looked at him, Song Yu cleared his throat, "It's nothing, I thought that some people could not run and were punished by the coach."

When Jiang Yufan knew it was Lezhi when he heard it, "What did you punished?"

Le Zhishi frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that at that time he was the youngest in the class, only six years old, and couldn't follow it at all. Let alone ten laps, he just sat on the ground after running a lap. . The coach couldn't say anything, so he finally thought of a trick-put a traction belt around his waist, and fixed the other end to Song Yu's waist, so that Song Yu would run with him in front.

Song Yu said he was unhappy, and his face was dark, but he still ran forward with a small baggage according to the coach's words. Two little guys in white Taekwondo suits, one after the other, hum and hum until the sun sets, and they actually finished the whole journey.

When the coach untied the leash, he smiled and said, "It seems that it is better to have an older brother. If you have an older brother, you can stick to it."

After thinking about it this way, Lezhishi felt very embarrassed, so he resorted to various diversion methods to distract the discussion about punishment. Jiang Yufan was also a big heart, and if there were other things to talk about, he just forgot about it.

"My elder brother didn't stop until his first year of high school. Lele was a little bit physically weak. He didn't study until he graduated from elementary school. He was still suitable for painting classes."

"Yes, Lele comics are done well, and all the board newspapers of our class ask him to draw."

Seeing that the topic finally changed, Lezhi let out a sigh of relief, and flattened his mouth towards Song Yu. Song Yu pretended not to see it, and calmly filled himself with a bowl of soup. He didn't eat much, he drank a bowl of fish soup for a long time, and only when everyone was almost finished eating, he asked if there was any dessert, which reminded Lin Rong.

"Yes, I prepared a chestnut taro mashed box cake today." Lin Rong went and got up to pick it up, cut the cake and brought it out. "One piece per person."

"I won't eat it." Song Yu refused the cake.

"Then you ask me if I have dessert." Lin Rong groaned, pushing his share to Lezhi, "Le Le Eat."

Le Zhishi is very happy. This is one of his favorite cakes. Usually the cakes in dessert shops are made of wheat flour. He can only see but can't eat. It has been greedy for a long time. Lin Rong has been very busy recently, he hasn't eaten a delicious cake for a long time.

There was something in the store, the foreman of the restaurant called Lin Rong away, and there were only a few of them left at the small round table. Song Yu tapped his finger on the wall of the red tea cup and said after a short silence, "Why is your phone turned off?"

"Huh?" Le Zhishi's mouth was bulging, he blinked suspiciously, and finally looked at Jiang Yufan. Jiang Yufan just remembered, "Oh yes, the phone is here." He pulled out Lezhishi's phone from his pocket, and it was indeed turned off.

He scratched his hair, "I'm sorry, I ran out of electricity, I have been on the phone for too long, my mother is very verbose."

Song Yu understood, and when he glanced at Lezhi, "It's okay, let's eat cake."

Before Jiang Yufan left, Lin Rong wrapped other small cakes for him and sent him out. Lezhishi wanted to send it too. He ate so much that he couldn't walk, and saw Jiang Yufan wave his hand to let him go back. Lezhishi simply sat on the marble steps at the door and watched.

After a while, Song Yu also walked out and sat next to him, half an arm away from him.

The scene was so familiar that Le Zhishi couldn't help but think of the last time he was a mascot, and almost couldn't help laughing.

It seems that I took a photo that day. Because it was so ugly, I didn't let Lin Rong put it in the album when I was a child, and threatened to burn it.

At that time, Song Yu reluctantly promised that he would not fight in the future. But today I still broke my promise.

Le Zhishi pursed his lips, turned his face to look at him, "Brother Song Yu, why are you here today?"

Song Yu expected to ask when Lezhi, he was the most direct and least concealed child in the world. So he had already figured out how to transfer.

He stretched out his right wrist and showed it to Lezhishi.

Song Yu's wrist was particularly red, as if it was twisted, and it was still a little green. Le Zhishi suddenly forgot about the questioning. He gently covered the red piece with his hands, as if he was afraid of seeing it, and then asked in that kind of pitiful voice, "Is it painful?"

It's like the person who hurts is him.

Song Yu didn't speak, only observing him, like observing some kind of small animal.

"It hurts if you don't speak."

Song Yu denied again: "It doesn't hurt."

"It hurts if you say it doesn't hurt." Lezhi got up when he finished speaking, "I'll get you ice packs!" Song Yu dragged him down and sat down.

"Stop it for a while."

Le Zhishi had to sit beside him obediently, and suddenly thought of something, took Song Yu's left hand and glanced at his watch, "You are going to be late."

"not going."

Le Zhishi couldn't believe it, "No? Are you going to skip class for an afternoon?"

Song Yu bent one leg to support his elbow, supported his chin, and straightened the other one forward. His tone was rare and lazy, "I've been fighting, so skipping class is nothing."

"No." Lezhishi grabbed his arm, "You didn't just tell me that the fight was not good and that the problem could not be solved, then you fought and skipped class..."

Song Yu interrupted him, "It is enough to have a good child in our family."

The wind of late autumn blew Lezhishi's forehead, revealing the smooth forehead and the pair of clear pupils.

"But bad kids will bring bad good kids."

Song Yu seldom has the idea of ​​inquiring about anyone, but he is really curious sometimes. Where did so many "whys" and "buts" come from when he was happy to know, he is curious about what supports his straightforward desire for expression. The innocence of over-protection is still the kind of seriousness and sillyness in his bones.

There was always a sincere fire in his eyes, as if he was afraid that Song Yu would not see it, so he would never put it out.

Simple things are often the cause of two extreme emotions.

Desire for protection and destruction.

"Then you are afraid of being taken by me?" Song Yu looked at him.