Lovely Allergen

Song Yu's life after the college entrance examination was not much richer than before.

He still wakes up early every day, carries his bag to save the library and stays all day. He returns home in the afternoon to eat. When he is fine at night, he will play games in his room for a while, which is so monotonous that it is not like an eighteen-year-old boy's daily routine.

The fifteen-year-old boy’s hobbies are obviously much more extensive, but Lezhi has no time to make his life happy. All his time is squeezed in studying. The entrance examination for senior high school is getting closer and closer, so he is forced to not be nervous. I tightened my nerves with everyone.

The Song family was obviously more nervous about him taking the high school entrance examination than Song Yu. To make it easier to send him there, Lin Rong went to find out the route of the examination room several days in advance, and planned to take the recipe for the test these days, for fear that Lezhishi would be allergic or eat badly. belly.

During the recipe experiment, Song Yu reluctantly ate the recipes. His treatment as his biological son was to be a free guinea pig for his younger son, and he could not resist.

The night before the exam, Lezhi came home early from school. Lin Rong gave him a long list of precautions, asking him to read the list after eating to avoid forgetting to take it. Le Zhishi thinks they are too exaggerated, but even Song Jin, who has always been very Buddhist, thinks that this kind of worry is right.

Only Song Yu in the whole family showed a non-caring attitude towards Lezhishi's exam.

This sharp contrast made Lezhishi feel a little frustrated.

He felt that Song Yu didn't care about himself as much as he cared about him.

After eating, he was urged by Lin Rong to go upstairs to take a bath, "You must go to bed early today, you know? It's not a joke to sleep well."

Le Zhishi nodded and got up, ready to go upstairs, and heard Lin Rong teasing Song Yu, "Xiaoyu, why do you go to the library every day? Isn't it a date with a girl you like?"

Song Yu said blankly, "You can follow me."

"That's boring." Lin Rong put the tableware in the dishwasher, "I'm just surprised, you are all grown up, there is really no one you like in school for so many years?"

Song Yu was silent, but his expression was more like ignoring this gossip psychology.

Lin Rong automatically regarded this as a denial, so she sighed: "You are too unlike me. I already have a boy I like in elementary school."

Le Zhishi dragged his steps upstairs and returned to the bedroom. Lin Rong even put the pajamas for him on the bed.

For some reason, Lin Rong’s ridicule of Song Yu’s words kept echoing in his mind. When he was absent, he undressed and took a bath when he entered the bathroom. The water dripped from his head and wetted his hair and eyelashes. Everything in front of him was foggy. Yes, white and gray, and then he imagined the scene where Song Yu met a girl in the provincial map. It was a very clichéd plot. For example, the two happened to meet on both sides of the same shelf, and they happened to like the same book. , And then there happened to go to get that book at the same time.

This plot seems to appear often in the girl man, but Lezhi Shi did not like the girl man.

He also didn't like the girl who prompted Song Yu to go to the library, although it might not exist.

This slightly vicious thought appeared within a second, and was knocked to pieces by the knock on the door, and the smoke disappeared. Lezhishi wiped his face and turned off the water.

"Who?"

"I." It was Song Yu's voice, "Are you taking a shower? Then I'll come back later."

"I'm done!"

Lezhishi quickly wiped off the water on his body, wiped his hair casually, and came out of the shower area, but he did not find his pajamas in the dry area.

Usually he will put it on the shelf.

Song Yu stood at the door and waited. Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened a small slit, thinking that he was going to come out, but he did not expect that a white flowered hand stretched out from the small slit, and it was still steaming. Song Yu couldn't help but walk over to see what he wanted to do. As soon as he stood at the door, the hem of his clothes was grabbed by Le Zhishi's hand.

The accuracy of Lezhishi's grasping of clothes is almost like the robotic hand in a gold miner grasping a stone, grasping one by one. After pulling it for a while, it was found that something was wrong, and he immediately released it and reached into the crack of the door.

"what are you doing?"

"I..." Le Zhishi hid behind the crack of the door, showing only a pair of eyes, a neck with water drops and a small half of the collarbone, "I forgot to take the clothes, are they on the shelf at the door?"

Song Yu retracted his gaze and glanced around dumbly, "No."

Le Zhishi suddenly remembered, "On the bed! Help me take it, brother."

Song Yu walked inside and took out his pajamas and handed it to him, then stood by his desk and waited for him to come out after finishing his clothes.

Lezhi, who had just taken a shower, was covered with a soft hot mist, and his hair was still a little wet. He ran out barefoot and stepped on the floor, Ming and Song Yu were only one head apart, but Song Yu always felt that there was a natural innocence in him.

He knows that many times people interact with others based on their own expectations of others. These expectations are a certain image in their imagination, and they are subjectively endowed with many nihilistic attributes, such as kindness, elegance, and innocence.

He knows this, but still insists that Lezhishi is innocent.

"Are you looking for me?" Le Zhishi raised his face slightly and looked at him, with drops of water on his eyelashes, like morning dew on the tip of a leaf.

Song Yu then remembered his purpose. He walked to the door, took the small cardboard box at the door, and put it on the floor where Lezhi was standing. "This was sorted out after I graduated. Some You may still need the notes, you can keep them for a look." After speaking, he lowered his head and took out two things from his pocket and handed them to him. One was the amulet given to him by Lezhi that day, and the other was a pen.

"This is my most commonly used pen. It's easy to write. It can be used as a spare pen." After briefly speaking, Song Yu asked him to rest early and turn around to leave. Koke stopped him when he knew, "What is this?"

Song Yu turned his head and saw him squatting on the ground, holding the hand-made sketch book in his hand, and tilting his head suspiciously.

"This... I bought it before, but I bought it wrong and never used it."

"Where did you buy it? The quality of the drawing paper is good! Did you really give it to me?" Le Zhishi stood up holding the drawing book.

Song Yu gave a dull hum, turned around and left.

Le Zhishi always felt that he was a little familiar like this.

It's like the orange that is very comfortable every time but pretends to be disgusted every time, so it is like this, and there is a muffled grunt from the throat.

Le Zhishi held the picture album in one hand and the amulet and pen he sent in the other hand, and looked down carefully. There was nothing on the front of the amulet, the same as before he sent it out. It was not until he turned it over that he found out that the back was written in Song Yu's handwriting, and the pen was sharp and sharp.

"Nothing goes wrong." He muttered softly.

I thought I would write things like exam cheering.

It's not just exams, Song Yu hopes that there is nothing wrong in his life.

Holding many gadgets from Song Yu, happy to know, he threw his head up and fell on his soft bed.

The heart also sinks into a small piece.

When the exam really came, Lezhishi was easier than expected. The exam questions were not as complicated as the training simulation questions. The mathematics was slightly more difficult, but he was lucky. The last two major questions were recorded in his error correction book. Song Yu told him about the question, and he was very impressed.

The most important thing is that the pen Song Yu gave him played a huge role. The pens he brought with him did not produce smoothly, and several of them were all of them. It was a new pen he bought, probably because the batch quality was not good.

Fortunately, there is Song Yu's pen.

After a few consecutive exams, Lezhi Shi felt that he was doing well and was in a good mood. In the last game, he was responsible for checking to the last second.

The sun was shining outside the examination room. As soon as Le Zhishi came out, Lin Rong, who was holding an umbrella, saw him and went forward to pick him up in the car.

"Hot it up, baby, get in the car and blow on the air conditioner."

When Le Zhishi pulled the car door, he didn't expect Song Yu to be there. On such a hot day, he never dreamed that he would come to pick him up.

"Big Brother Song Yu, why are you here?"

The tone of his question completely exposed his overjoyed attitude. Song Jin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, joked, "Today is also a coincidence. I was going to sign the contract. But the representative of Party A suddenly had an urgent matter and signed the contract in advance. Xiaoyu also seemed to say books. There was something in the museum, so I didn't go in the afternoon."

Song Yu took the initiative to add: "Decoration can only be borrowed."

This is great news for Lezhishi, and there is no room for questioning the good news here. But what followed was bad news.

"Can't go to Japan?" Lezhishi's discouraged ball leaned on the seat back, "I have done a good strategy."

I am optimistic about the restaurants that I can go to with my brother, and the surrounding shops he likes.

There is also Mount Fuji, which my brother would like very much.

It's all gone now.

Lin Rong also leaned on the co-pilot very synchronously, "Well, who would have thought that there would be a typhoon warning, and it will continue for so long."

Song Jin enlightened them, "Safety first, safety first."

The trip to Japan was temporarily put on hold. Lezhishi was frustrated for a long time. On the third day after the exam, his classmates organized a dinner together at KTV. Lezhishi was originally lacking in interest, but Jiang Yufan played two hours before the party. Made a call.

"The surrounding area of ​​One Piece? The limited one? Really?" Le Zhishi was very surprised. Under Lin Rong's feed, he ate a large piece of watermelon, or the middle piece.

"Then I will go too, you wait for me." Le Zhishi hung up the phone and went upstairs contentedly. When he went downstairs, he was holding a basketball, which he bought early and prepared to give it to Jiang Yufan.

"You want to play ball." Lin Rong asked.

"This is the graduation gift I bought for Jiang Yufan, and I will give it to him when we have dinner later." Lezhishi showed off in advance, "Jiang Yufan bought me the limited amount of peripherals I always wanted. I originally planned to go to Japan this time. bought."

Lin Rong used a round spoon to dig out a plate full of watermelon pulp little by little. "It's great, please invite Xiao Jiang to our house for dinner in a few days."

It took Le Zhishi for half an hour before Song Yu came out of the room. Lin Rong was about to bring him the iced watermelon. The two met on the stairs.

"It's just right, you're down, eat watermelon." Lin Rong took him to the restaurant and sat down, thinking about it again, and said, "You will be autistic at home every day, and your brother will go out to dinner with classmates."

Song Yu looked up at the time, "Dinner? Where is it?"

Every time Lezhishi went out, he would report the time and place to his family, and this time was no exception. Lin Rong told Song Yu about the place, and Song Yu only felt familiar.

The place for dinner was a mass-market KTV with a buffet dinner. Lezhishi went in later than the others, and everyone had already started to eat and drink.

"Lele is here!"

"Come Lele, come and sit here."

Most boys and girls in junior high school mature prematurely. Even in a huge box, everyone sits separately. The girls play well in groups and the boys gather in the corner. The light here is not so good, Lezhishi carefully walked to the innermost point to make peace with Jiang Yufan.

Seeing that he really had a basketball in his hand, Jiang Yufan felt that Beier had face, so he took Lezhishi to his side and took out his gift. The other male students next to him were envious of this.

"You two have a very good relationship."

"This basketball is fine, let's go play two games in a while."

Lezhishi actually doesn’t like KTV very much. It’s noisy. When there are many people, he likes to make noise. He makes some jokes that Lezhishi didn’t like. But Jiang Yufan is here, and his new peripherals are very well made. The light of the song's big screen was carefully observed when Lezhi, so that Jiang Yufan went out to the bathroom and said hello to him, but he didn't hear it.

There are two or three boys in the class who are very precocious, dating, smoking, or fighting. KTV is simply their home court. Le Zhishi was a little hungry, took a small piece of apple from Jiang Yufan's buffet plate and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing two bites, he saw the boys approaching him.

"Lele is here, why don't you sing?"

Le Zhishi shook his head and said vaguely that he was not good at singing. A few of them held the cups, squeezed the people around Lezhishi, and sat down. There was also a cigarette on the finger of one of them, and a red spot of light was shining in the dim space.

The diffused smoke made Lezhishi's throat uncomfortable. He tried to clear his throat with a cough, but the effect was not good.

"My cigarette is choking you," the smoking male classmate poked the cigarette **** on the table and put it out, then clapped his hands. "You are coughing and your face is red."

Le Zhishi still had an uncomfortable voice. He wanted to drink some water. There were many glasses on the table, all of them looked the same. He took the closest Jiang Yufan plate and took a sip, and found something was wrong, a smell of alcohol.

"This is my beer."

"Huh?" Lezhishi put down quickly, coughing a few times, "You are still a minor and can't drink."

All of them laughed, and Lezhi Shi felt that they were being laughed at again. The boy on the right joked, "Lele is a good boy, don't smoke or drink in front of people, make it like a gangster."

"Why am I being a hooligan? I didn't teach him to do bad things. Isn't this pinched?"

"You can teach him hand punch."

As soon as this sentence was said, the boys around them all laughed, but Lezhi was puzzled. He didn't understand what was going on, and asked in a simple face: "What is a hand punch?"

Everyone knows that Lezhi matures late and has a simple personality, but they did not expect to be so simple.

"I'm going to go to high school, you don't even know this!"

"It's so funny, there are boys who don't know what hand punch is?"

Their fuss made Lezhishi a little unhappy, and felt like a fool in their eyes. He lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, "I will find out after checking it."

"Don't." The smoking boy grabbed his arm. "It's just fine anyway. Let's take a **** education class for you."

Lezhishi was just framed out by a few people.

The so-called **** education class is actually in a small box with no people, a boy took out a collection of some indescribable website for everyone to watch.

"This one looks good, this one has a good figure."

"Your kid's inventory is so exciting"

Le Zhishi looked at it with a learning mentality, feeling that the feedback from the boys around him was too exciting, but these explicit images still caused him a lot of visual impact.

The smoking boy bumped Lezhishi's shoulder, deliberately teasing him, "Is it exciting?"

Le Zhishi answered honestly: "It's okay."

"It's not exciting." He shook his head. "You won't have any problems, do you?"

He stretched out his hand to touch the bottom of Lezhishi. Lezhishi was so scared that he fell straight to the right. In a panic, he did not know whose hand touched the advertisement by mistake. The video that was playing jumped to another screen, and the huge advertisement animation appeared The entire advertising screen.

"Fuck, who did this?"

"Look, you are perverted, what a good one? I have to stay away from you."

"Fuck, it's really not me, I jumped without knowing how."

Everyone's attention shifted to the screen of the phone. Lezhishi got free, sat up on the sofa, and caught a glimpse of the content on the screen. To be honest, it is no different from the video just now, but the only difference is that the female character before became a man, very thin and white, and did not resist.

Lezhishi's heart rate suddenly accelerated, as if there were many dense needles piercing his face, and his whole body was electrocuted.

"Laughing to death, a real man just wants to be a man!"

"Hurry up and go back, I'm all shriveled and fucking."

Turning his face, but those pictures didn't disappear. Lezhi Shi suddenly coughed violently, his face was red, and the little wine he had just drunk burned down his throat and made his whole body hot.

He pushed away the classmates who had come up, and escaped from this small misty box.

With such a little beer, there shouldn't be such a severe allergic reaction. But he really felt hot and the air was thin, so he ran out directly along the corridor, went downstairs, and ran to the door of KTV, wanting to breathe some fresh air.

What he didn't expect was that at the gate, he actually saw Song Yu's back, standing next to a parked black car.

Le Zhishi thought it was her own illusion. At this moment, the window on the second floor was opened and Qin Yan's voice was heard, "Song Yu, you haven't finished it yet, don't let it go. They smoke, you still smell like smoke after a while. ."

Song Yu raised his head, but the first time he saw Lezhi standing at the door, he told Qin Yan that he would not go up first, and then walked towards Lezhishi.

"Why are you here?" Lezhishi asked him standing on the doorstep. Song Yu walked up to him, and because of the steps, they maintained a straight-sighted posture for the first time.

"Like you, group activities."

After Song Yu finished speaking, when he found something was wrong with Lezhi, he put his hands in his pockets and moved his face closer, intending to observe.

The distance between the tips of their noses suddenly narrowed. He exudes a very good smell, the scent of a shower gel familiar from Lezhishi, mixed with a little bit of menthol smoke that has not yet diffused.

Close at hand, Lezhishi's Adam's apple moved, restrain yourself from thinking about it.

"What did you do, your face is so red?"

The author has something to say:

Brother didn't smoke, it was someone else who smoked, he didn't want to smoke Lele with the smell of smoke

The classmates don’t know what his allergens are and didn’t deliberately let him drink, and it’s just a small sip. Don’t be nervous if it’s nothing serious

It is not recommended that you read my new article with the impression of my other articles (and in the future), because I want to constantly adjust and change. In other words, I will not write what I have written before. I have a lot of thoughts. Slowly experiment with themes and styles. Every time I open a new article, I have to go through the process of being compared with the previous article. I haven't written a few books in total, and it has become a cycle hhh

It’s still the old saying that you can just look at the one you like. The comparison is actually meaningless. If you say the previous article is good, I won’t copy it again.

This daily essay was prepared to adjust at the beginning, because I plan to write a plot stream next, and I want to intersperse a book to heal everyday (the other reason is that I myself want to see the bamboo horse and the bamboo horse, but the bottom of the pit is too cold. I cut my legs hhh). I didn’t expect that when I saved my manuscript, I found that everyday writing is really difficult to write. There is no twists and turns of the plot. It is necessary to make the life in the novel really look like "life", really like daily life, but also I have to use these plain stories to establish the character, so my style has changed a lot after this article. The change is what I want to see. I hope that I have room for change at any time.

Therefore, it is obvious that daily writing needs to be written in a plain way, which is not suitable for the grand romance floating in the universe, or the fantasy of unconstrained imagination. There are many shining fragments in a tiny life, which is very common, but when two people grow up with each other, the details in this process are also very beautiful.