Lovely Allergen

After so many days of training, I was very happy when I heard Song Yu's voice for the first time. It is said that it will only be played for one minute, and the call time displayed when hanging up is twelve minutes and three seconds.

Ever since I was young, as long as I was separated from Song Yu, I would have a great sense of anxiety when I was Lezhi, and I often cried because of such things when I was young. When I was in kindergarten, I knew that Song Yu went to school elsewhere, and it was useless to cry, but it was not the same when I was in elementary school. Lezhi knew that Song Yu was on the fourth-grade floor, but he couldn't find it casually. School-age children are not very good at keeping the rules, and they mature late when they are happy, and often cry because they miss their brother when they are in class.

Because Song Yu said that you can’t just cry outside, so when Lezhi just started elementary school, he often shed tears silently while studying in class. The big ones are big ones. His first-grade textbooks are still used up to now. Crumpled.

The teachers were in class, and occasionally when they looked up, they saw Lezhi crying when he was crying. He didn't dare to make a sound when he was crying. Like other students, he placed his arms on the desk obediently, but his face was covered with water. . Once the head teacher saw that he was really pitiful, so he allowed him to attend the class, moved a small stool to the classroom of the fourth grade (8) class upstairs, and sat in the aisle next to Song Yu's seat.

He doesn't cry anymore, and he's very good for one class. The English teacher teaches fourth-grade students to recite vocabulary. When Lezhi, with his hands behind his back, he obediently follows.

But Song Yu went back to teach him at night.

"You are not allowed to come here again. If there is anything to cry, you are already a primary school student."

Le Zhishi was very wronged, "Because I miss you so much that I will cry."

Song Yu didn't know anything about it. He was only in the fourth grade, and he couldn't tell the profound truth. Moreover, he thought that Lezhishi couldn't listen to the normal truth. He was just a child with a hard-hearted mind.

"Then... Then if you miss me, you can concentrate on studying, and I'm also studying hard."

"Then..." Le Zhishi was puzzled.

"Then I will know that you are thinking of me because we are doing the same thing, understand?" Song Yu left his room and left the last sentence awkwardly, "You will affect me if you run over, so that I will be accepted. Not your signal anymore."

This set of speech skills fooled Le Zhishi for at least a year and a half, and successfully developed the habit of independent class.

It was like this at the age of three, and still like this at the age of seven, so for Lezhishi, expressing misses is not an embarrassing thing, he has done enough since he was a child.

Before hanging up Song Yu's phone, he repeated it again, missing him very much.

Song Yu did not respond, but after a few seconds of pause, he said that he would bring back some special Beijing pastries for Lezhishi.

But he quickly changed his mouth, saying that he might be allergic and could not eat it, so forget it.

He seldom forgets Lezhishi's allergies. This kind of mistake is extremely low and flustered, but Lezhishi didn't care and happily planned to pick Song Yu home on the day the training camp ended.

For the next two or three days, they would talk on the phone every night, mostly within 15 minutes. Before Xia Zhixu would joke about Song Yu, he got used to it later, not to mention that he was squatting in the corridor and making a phone call until early in the morning. People. One day when he came in very early, Song Yu even teased him why he had nothing to say today, but Xia Zhixu shrugged and said that Xu Qichen was slapped and fell asleep.

I caught a glimpse of his cell phone on the bedside table. The phone was not hung up yet. He was light-handed all the way. After he came back from the shower, he picked up the phone and listened for a while, and just listened without speaking.

Song Yu woke up once in the middle of the night, feeling a faint light in the room, got up and took a look.

Xia Zhixu slept soundly, but his phone was still in the call interface.

Song Yu originally wanted to tease about the incident when they called at night, but when he came back that day, Xia Zhixu's cell phone was stolen. He hurriedly borrowed Song Yu's cell phone to call his parents and contacted Xu Qichen.

But Xu Qichen did not answer the phone.

"He didn't save my contact information." Song Yu said, "Maybe he didn't pick up when he saw a stranger."

Xia Zhixu boarded WeChat again and sent a lot of messages to Xu Qichen, but did not get a reply at the moment. On the next day, Xu Qichen replied "I know".

Without the phone, contact becomes troublesome. Although Song Yu said that he could use his mobile phone, Xia Zhixu didn't want to trouble him. Occasionally on WeChat, it is hard to receive news from Xu Qichen.

"I'll be back in a few days. It's really impossible. I will sneak out and buy one tomorrow."

His plan also failed to materialize. The later training camp reached the highest pressure stage, and he couldn't get out and didn't have time to use his mobile phone. There have been many simulation competitions in the camp. Everyone performed well. The teacher specially took the students out to have a delicious meal. It was also unprecedented for them to go back to the dormitory early to rest.

Xia Zhixu bought two bottles of orange-flavored Arctic soda downstairs in the dormitory. It was also a coincidence. When the two were about to go up, the dormitory was suddenly powered off, and the room was very boring. Everyone ran out. Song Yu and Xia Zhixu Just stay outside, sitting downstairs by the flowerbed.

It's hard to see the stars in this city. Xia Zhixu looked up for a while, then lowered his head, "It's so fast, there are still three days."

Song Yu didn't speak, and took a sip of soda, feeling a bit too sweet.

"The college entrance examination is coming soon." Xia Zhixu bumped him on the shoulder, "Is it nervous?"

Song Yu shook his head, "It's okay."

"Yes." Xia Zhixu stretched out his legs and relaxed. "I don't think you are nervous about anything. You are always comfortable."

Song Yu glanced at him, "Aren't you?"

Xia Zhixu shook his head, "I pretend, most of the time." After speaking, he bent his right leg and hugged his arm, "Isn't it weird, I seem to be very active in everything, but in fact I escape reality every day." Sometimes I stand in a crowd, laughing and chatting with others, but what I think is, I'm so tired, so boring, and want to go home. But I still pretend to be, because it will be less troublesome."

Song Yu felt this way even if Xia Zhixu didn't say it.

He thought of something, hesitating to speak, watching the bubbles in the glass bottle burst one by one.

"You are so afraid of trouble, what do you plan to do in the future?"

Xia Zhixu turned his head and asked puzzled: "From now on?"

Song Yu stared at him, "Don't pretend now."

"I can see it." He added.

Xia Zhixu understood.

He buried his head on his knees, sighed long, and was silent for a while, then put the glass bottle in his hand by the flower bed, "I just thought about it." He stared at the ground, "Don't you have that time? When you Doing something particularly uncertain, I really want to keep it as it is."

This sentence was clearly said by Xia Zhixu, but Song Yu felt that it was cut from his own heart.

Without getting Song Yu's answer, Xia Zhixu raised his head and sniffed, as if thinking of something else, he smiled and asked him, "Hey, did you go to Zhongshan Park when you were a kid?"

"Nonsense." Song Yu said.

"Have you fed the pigeons?"

Song Yu stared at him silently.

Xia Zhixu laughed and showed her little tiger teeth, "have been fed. When I was a child, I especially loved feeding pigeons. I bought a small bag of food, poured a little in my palm, squatted there, and they would come by themselves. You say they are afraid of people When I got here, I was pretty good and ate so happy. You say they are not afraid of people... As soon as I stretched out my hand and wanted to touch it, it flapped its wings and flew. And when it flew, it would never come back."

"I'm in that mood now, do you understand?" Xia Zhixu asked with a smile.

Song Yu's hand was frozen by the soda and it was a bit cold.

Of course he understood this mood, but compared with Xia Zhixu's situation, it was different. His pigeons may always follow behind him, and they can't drive them away, but to avoid danger, he has to withdraw his hands or even drive him away.

After a moment of silence, Song Yu said, "Then you are going to keep it as it is?"

"I don't know..." Xia Zhixu looked at the lights not far away. "I sometimes imagine that we went to university together and took the same public class. He watched me play basketball. We joined the same club. Go to dinner, maybe you can rent a house together as roommates during the internship. That way I feel very good."

Song Yu chuckled, "The requirements are really low."

Xia Zhixu shook his head mockingly, "The requirements correspond to the probability. The world is such a big one, and if you meet someone you like very much, it happens to be of the same sex, and the other person still likes you. It is definitely a small probability event."

What he said is not unreasonable. Song Yu subconsciously calculated his probability, which may be even lower.

There is no such a coincidence, the movie dare not act like this.

"It's great to be friends, staying together every day." Xia Zhixu paused for a moment, and seemed to pat his thigh very generously, "As for whether he will have a girlfriend in the future, as long as I don't imagine, Nothing."

This Ah Q spirit only made Xia Zhixu laugh, but Song Yu couldn't laugh.

There was a call from the dormitory building, and the training teacher asked them all to go upstairs. Xia Zhixu stood up, stretched a lot, "Let's go."

"Ok."

He thought, maybe it was because he had a good relationship with Song Yu, but it was not so common, or maybe it was because he was bored enough that he could not have the burden to say these absurd things.

Think of it as sharing a secret with the tree hole that doesn't respond.

Anyway, the tree hole will not have its own secret.

Song Yu also stood up. He doesn't have a habit of comforting people, and he knows that comfort is ineffective. But in the process of his conversation with Xia Zhixu, he always remembered the scene of raining dinner and Xu Qichen's red ears from time to time.

Two people's hands separated after a brief touch.

The mind was emptied for a moment, as if there was a sample problem in the process of solving a problem before his eyes, and the answer would soon be obtained. He is not a scoring person, but a student who is on the sidelines.

In contrast, Xia Zhi Xu Mingming has the possibility of keeping that pigeon.

"Try it once."

Xia Zhixu was stunned, he did not expect that this tree hole actually responded, and it was such a sentence.

Song Yu's tone was calm and determined, "After going back this time, if you try it once, the result may be better than expected."

He doesn't know how to judge this question.

But he hopes the answer is right.

The one-month high-pressure training finally ended. The flight back to school from the camp was scheduled for noon. Xia Zhixu dragged Song Yu out of the training dormitory early in the morning, saying that he had something to buy, but he was actually picking a gift.

They went to a very famous local bookstore, where Xia Zhixu picked up the book he had booked early. Song Yu stood by and listened. Only then did I realize that this book was difficult to buy. It was a limited edition of the original English edition, with the original author’s signature on it. It was because the author had signed and sold in this bookstore and had cooperated. Bought.

"Did you buy anything? I'll accompany you to see it." Xia Zhixu got the book, feeling very good.

Song Yu shook his head and said that he didn't need to bring gifts back. But Xia Zhixu didn't believe it, and they had to drag him around. Finally, they found a place to make hand-made notebooks at the back of the bookstore. Xia Zhixu went in and didn't leave. It took two hours to make a little inspiration. Ben, the outer leather wrapper is all stitched by him himself.

And Song Yu made a sixteen-open picture book with a lead gray leather cover. The boss said that he could engrave fonts or patterns by hand. Song Yu hesitated for a while, and finally drew a triangular cheese with holes, and carefully engraved it. Up.

Two people with good brains and quick questions, they became extremely clumsy when they started their work. They were dissatisfied, and they were almost late when they assembled to the airport.

After a good night’s sleep, the plane landed and got on the bus that was on the departure. Song Yu hated flying and couldn’t sleep well on it. So as soon as he got in the car, he continued to sleep. The car swayed and he was wearing Headphones, the senses are blurred.

The timid mood of near hometown gave birth to dreams. There were no concrete pictures in the dreams, but the sound of radio waves when Lezhi was faintly heard, recounting questions that would obviously be impossible to pretend to be. The girl in the back row pulled the curtain of the driving window, the light was dazzling, and the dark dreams were also transparent. Lezhishi stood in the light not far away, standing still.

Song Yu held a sketchbook that might not be the second one in his life, and walked to him.

At least in the dream, he can't stay where he is.

When I was about to arrive at Jingjian Middle School, the surroundings suddenly became noisy, and the music in the headphones could not be blocked. Song Yu frowned and heard Xia Zhixu's voice.

"Class 4? What happened to Class 4?"

"I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, this post is written quite that or something, and now QQ space has spread all over..."

Song Yu opened his eyes and saw that Xia Zhixu next to him was not looking right. He was browsing the web with his mobile phone, but his hands were a little trembling, and his brows were twisted together.

"What's wrong with you? What are you looking at?"

Xia Zhixu didn't respond at all, Song Yu felt that there was a problem even more, and took off the headset, "Hey, what happened."

After he finished speaking, Xia Zhixu stretched out his other hand to support the back of the seat in front, his eyes were confused, and he blinked several times. Song Yu rarely saw him like this. Xia Zhixu always showed a different kind of sunshine from ordinary people, but at this moment, he actually seemed to be collapsed.

Song Yu saw the boy in the back seat of him with a worried look. The phone was probably his, so he turned his head and asked what had happened.

He was a quiet and thrifty student, and the other party was also a little confused, "Our school has a very popular post today, and QQ has spread all over, so I will show it to the senior, and I don’t know what’s wrong." He patted Xia Zhixu on the shoulder, "Senior, are you all right, what's wrong with you?"

Post?

Song Yu was wondering, the car stopped, and the teacher leading the team reminded Jingjian that the students had arrived. Xia Zhixu didn't even take the bag, and rushed out of the car in the eyes of everyone's doubt.

"Xia Zhixu!" Song Yu took his bag and followed him down. In such a short time, he had already ran into the school gate, but Song Yu was stopped outside.

"Classmate, aren't you wearing our school uniform?"

Song Yu stood outside the door and called out Xia Zhixu's name again, but he couldn't hear him at all, and desperately ran in the direction of the teaching building.

"Senior Song Yu." The younger brother who had just sat behind Xia Zhixu rushed over, "I'll help the senior take the bag back."

Lowering his head, Song Yu looked at Xia Zhixu's bag, which was very heavy, with the book he wanted to send out and the notebook he made by himself, but he even forgot to take it away.

The bus didn't wait for him, and Song Yu stood alone at Jingjian's door, lost in thought.

He thought of the post in the student's mouth, so he took out his mobile phone and tentatively opened the space that he had almost never read. Many of their junior high school students also had a lot of high school entrance exams to go quietly and frugally, and the circles of the two schools overlapped. Flipping down and hurriedly scanning, Song Yu's fingers didn't stop until he saw a reprint.

He was stunned for a second.

The title of the reprinted article is eye-catching like the handwriting of the unscrupulous media. If he sees it on weekdays, he will only dismiss it, but the protagonist in it is Xu Qichen.

[High school (4) The teacher in charge of the class has an ambiguous relationship with the male classmates. If there are pictures and the truth, does the school leave it alone? ]

There was only one picture in it, which was not a strong proof. It was just that Xu Qichen got into a car, and in the car was sitting like their young male head teacher. In addition, there are various crimes listed in the repost, such as extra waiting, so-called abnormal extracurricular interviews, and even various awards obtained through improper means.

All the replies were also carried out, and rumors were everywhere. Everyone discussed eagerly, and everyone seemed to see what they did with their own eyes.

Seeing these people describe a cold person like Xu Qichen as a ruthless role that induces adult men to use power for personal gain, Song Yu feels both absurd and true. He has a negative perspective on the world and is not too surprised by any bad possibility.

The honor and achievements of talents will be distorted into the dirty products of private giving and receiving, which is the inevitable evil of people's pursuit of stimulation.

In the eyes of the audience, how can the truth be important to others' dramatic encounters?

Obviously self-confessed to be indifferent, but Song Yu suddenly brought Xia Zhixu's perspective for a moment, looking at the words and the harsh and mocking replies as if empathizing.

The students in the commentary were just thinking about eating melons. Not many people questioned whether the incident was true or not. The junior high school student who reprinted it in his space sent just such a sentence when forwarding it.

[Oh my god, same-sex teachers and students, I dare not shoot such a thrilling ethical drama TV series, this boy is finished]

Staring at these words, Song Yu's emotions were complicated. He seemed to be stripped abruptly, revealing the not-so-open heart inside. Some words in this sentence were replaced with what he imagined, and then turned into a shining knife, plucked out this heart, and threw it under the sun.

The bell rang for the last class in the afternoon, and the students came out one after another. Many of them took takeaways across the door. Song Yu wore another school uniform, which was as eye-catching as an alien.

He wanted to send a text message to Xia Zhixu to say something, when he suddenly thought that this guy was so pitiful that he had nothing and his mobile phone.

There was a constant flow on the road. Song Yu walked back to the side of the road and stopped a taxi back to Peiya. The driver on the road kept chatting enthusiastically, but Song Yu couldn’t say a word, and the driver was a little embarrassed and stopped his unilateral initiation. topic of. Song Yu paid the money and said sorry before getting off the car. After turning around, he stopped.

There was no one at the school gate. The junior high school students who were on the monthly vacation had already left the school at noon, leaving only the high school students who had been closed for half a day to make up for the school. Le Zhishi wore a cream-colored sweater, sitting on a stool in front of the newsstand outside the school, bowed his head, and looked down at a newly bought magazine.

He looks very focused. Song Yu knew that when Lezhi was doing everything he was very focused.

But he had long forgotten that he taught him this good habit.

At a distance of ten meters, Song Yu watched him quietly, like a stranger. Sometimes he also wished he had better be a stranger.

I don't know if it's telepathic, Lezhishi turned a page, raised his head, and met Song Yu who was standing not far away.

"Brother Song Yu?" Le Zhishi stood up suddenly, the smile on his face quickly spread. His hair, expression, clothes, and even the appearance of running towards Song Yu were very soft and joyful, like the look of a puppy that had been waiting for a long time to see its owner. Every movement is slow in Song Yu's heart, full of small pleasant details.

But at this moment, his mind is still full of those harsh ridicules and curiosity whitewashed violence.

Standing in the wind, Song Yu hoped that the dark things would stay behind him, and hope that Lezhi will always be bright.

When I ran in front of my brother, I stopped when I was Lezhi. I didn’t have time to catch my breath and said to him: “The bus that you trained just now stopped here. I thought you were back. After waiting for a long time, only one person came down. Ask the driver, he said you got off early. I thought you would not go back to school."

Thought you forgot, I want to take care of you.

Song Yu could almost imagine Le Zhishi guarding the car door and looking inside, and the corners of his mouth barely moved, "Then you are still waiting."

Le Zhishi smiled at him, "I think you will come again, and..."

His eyelashes were hanging down, and his face showed a harmless, protective simplicity, "You said that I wanted me to wait for you in place."

After saying it, Le Zhishi felt that the sentence was strange for no reason, and scratched his hair, "I mean, if I go to find you... I don't know where you are. You can also send you a WeChat message. ..."

"Lele."

Song Yu interrupted him, using a name that he would almost never hear when he grew up.

Le Zhishi was stunned and looked at him ignorantly, "Huh?"

"I'm so tired." His voice was a little dumb, and his whole body exuded a sense of vulnerability that was extremely disproportionate to him, which made Lezhishi puzzled and sad. In so many years, he had never seen Song Yu directly display his uneasy and negative emotions like this.

When Lezhi was a child, he felt that his heart actually grew on Song Yu. Song Yu injured his knee while playing football and bleeds a lot. He was expressionless when he treated the wound. Only Lezhi Shi shed tears.

Outside Peiya’s empty school gate are lush phoenix trees, occupying both sides of the street, so luxuriant that they almost swallow the blue sky. A broad magnolia fell silently on the soil. A huge roaring truck passed behind them, carrying cargo that was about to exceed its load.

The ground is shaking.

Le Zhishi stepped forward and hugged Song Yu.

He put his chin on Song Yu's shoulder, put the soft palm of his hand on his back, and slowly stroked it up and down, "Brother, you lean against me."

"I will charge you, okay?"

The author has something to say: ps: The deputy cp does not have a be, and will be together a few years later. Occasional appearances later also stimulated the emotional changes of my brother, not many. This pair is actually not abusive, the most abusive episode was witnessed by Song Yu ()

Let me say it again, Song Yu and Lele's emotional trend is not broad (such as the broken mirror of some readers' brains), but there must be small twists and turns. This incident was a stimulus for my brother, and it had an impact on him.

Allergens can be counted as fake bones in the year. It is impossible to have a sense of resuscitation, confirm the relationship, and get married without any burden. There must be some emotional changes and struggles (I am in every book). (However, there is a plan to write an essay on the reconciliation of the broken mirror, and someone has already set x)