Lovely Allergen

Puppy love?

A big pot fell from the sky and smashed Lezhi Shi, "No..." He frowned, still holding the earphone in his hand, muttering in the volume of self-talk, "I don't have a puppy love." ."

And righteously refused.

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

Song Yu remained silent. Le Zhishi had to think about it for himself, and then he realized what happened in the corridor on the third floor of the medical office before, "Did you just stand under it? You misunderstood, I returned the gift I received to her."

Omitting the confessor's information, Lezhishi restored the matter intact, like a kindergarten kid who obediently reported what happened in school every day, speaking vividly, for fear of missing details.

One reported all the way, while the other listened silently, drove from the spacious road into the winding alley, approaching the destination in the undulating waves of parasol leaves.

"I didn't promise her. I bought her a drink because I was afraid that she would be rejected, so I told her to have a drink. And I bought him Coke, I also bought Coke for Jiang Yufan, but I gave... "

Having said that, he suddenly stopped talking. I don't know why, the later I talk about Lezhi, the more I feel aggrieved. He thought of the confession wall incident that the girls discussed during the meeting in the morning.

"Aren't you also confessed by others? That's the Pei Ya confession wall, I have to sue." It was obviously a threat, but there was no deterrent when it was spoken, and it even lowered the volume unconsciously, making it extremely weak. After a pause, Le Zhishi added fuel and jealousy: "The girls in our class had a heated discussion this morning, maybe the whole school knows."

The bicycle slammed to a stop, and Le Zhi Shi Ba Hao immediately stuck to Song Yu's back, pressed tightly, and the endless ending sound was also held back.

"The whole school knows more than just confession."

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 uncomfortable at that time and accidentally yelled out..." He stuck behind him like a little worm, "Then what should I do now, everyone I've heard it all, no one should be ignorant."

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

I feel that after explaining so much, my brother is not happy, it seems that it is not because of this.

The bicycle was parked in front of an old blue-gray house. A tall magnolia plant was planted in front of the courtyard, and inside was a small well-kept courtyard. The house is a European-style building in the Republic of China. After the renovation, the decoration is very simple. There is a huge stone about the height of a person standing at the door, with four characters engraved on it-Yang and Qizhe.

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

Song Yu opened the door curtain, and Lezhishi followed him in. There were already guests who had come by appointment. Grandpa Zhang, a retired university professor who was a frequent visitor when he opened the shop, laughed and joked when he saw them coming in. "Xiao Rong, your handsome and handsome boy is back."

Lin Rong came out of the back kitchen when she heard the sound, and she put a small plate of honey-stained Chunxue peaches in her hand. She put it on the table and glanced at Le Zhishi and Song Yu with a smile.

Le Zhishi is a likable person. Before Lin Rong could speak, he cleverly called out to Grandpa Zhang. Song Yu slightly nodded as a greeting.

"Lele is taller again, but still a bit worse than his brother."

Lin Rong took off the schoolbag from Le Zhishi's shoulder, "It's always three years old. Le Le is still young and in poor health, and has grown very fast."

Le Zhishi emphasized a number that not many people care about, "I'm one seven or six."

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

Lin Rong took out the very delicately packaged meal, handed it to Professor Zhang with both hands, "I have to eat it while I go back."

"Thank you," Professor Zhang was very happy. "My love is just like this. If you are greedy, I will go back now."

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

When the shop first opened, both Lele and Song Yu were still in elementary school. Lin Rong, who was interested, only opened the shop on Mondays and Fridays. There were no private dishes in the reservation mode, and there was no menu. She arranged it all. The guests came one after another and word of mouth continued. There were more and more people. Many people made reservations one month in advance. Later, Lin Rong let go of business hours. It is also convenient for allergic Lezhi to have lunch at noon four days a week.

The lunch was still plentiful. The white jade porcelain plate was filled with golden fried crispy lotus roots, one was picked up by Le Zhishi as soon as it was served. One bite, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, sweeter than meatballs, compared with ordinary vegetable **** mixed with flour, the squeezed and boiled lotus pulp has a taste very similar to meat, flexible and delicious.

"Lotus root **** are the best meatballs in the world." Before Lezhishi finished eating, he picked up a stewed chicken feet and stuffed it into his mouth. The red sauce was thick and the chicken feet were lightly sucked. Sip it.

More than one person has said that the way he eats when Lezhi is very fragrant, and some even suggested that he go to eat and broadcast, and he can eat just as he eats.

Lin Rong came in with rock sugar lotus root powder, "Is the opening ceremony fun?" She put her hand on Song Yu's shoulder, but looked at Lezhi, "How about Song Yu's speech today? Didn't you forget the words?

Le Zhishi, who was eating like a hamster, suddenly stopped, her cheeks bulging.

"Oh, I really forgot the words."

"No." Song Yu ignored Lezhi's blinking hint and added a bowl of lotus root powder. "It's just that something happened."

The chicken feet in Lezhishi's mouth suddenly disappeared.

No way, I don't want to say it.

"What happened?" Lin Rong looked curious.

When Song Yu glanced at Lezhi lightly, "It's him."

"Lele? What happened to Lele?"

Le Zhishi was panicked, his eyes rolled between Song Yu and Lin Rong, and he shook his head in advance to clear the relationship, "I don't have..."

"He didn't wear a nameplate and was criticized by name." Song Yu took a sip of lotus root noodles, and when he looked up and saw the shocked Lezhi, "I was almost late."

It's not the same as the rhetoric in imagination.

"Nameplate?" Lin Rong exclaimed in a low voice, "Ah, it's me. I took it off together when I washed the clothes. It seemed that I accidentally put both nameplates in my brother's room, and blamed me for blaming me."

After she said, when she looked at Lezhi with regret, she caught a glimpse of the nameplate on her chest, "Hey, why did you put it on?"

Le Zhishi explained with a guilty conscience, "Brother gave it to me."

A waiter called outside, Lin Rong hurried out. Lezhishi let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Song Yu, who was helping him with cover, anxiously.

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

The lotus root noodles had been iced. Song Yu ate a small bowl. She felt a lot more comfortable and her anger went down a bit. But when she heard the apology for not identifying the point, her expression went cold again.

Is the question about interrupting the speech?

Ke Le Zhishi had a pitiful expression, he pressed the fire and asked, "Where is your medicine?"

Facing the sudden question, Le Zhishi was taken aback, and explained in a low voice: "I ran out of the previous ones. Today I brought a new bottle. When I went to the gym, I couldn't open it in time, so I put it in the classroom." After that, he made up again. In one sentence, "I didn't expect that I would get sick..."

Song Yu asked directly, "Then have you thought about it if I'm not here today?"

This sentence stunned Le Zhishi.

If Song Yu is not here today, he must be really dangerous, a large dose of allergens.

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

"Why?" Lezhishi frowned and looked at him.

The dangerous consequences of allergies did not deter him as much as Song Yu said. He couldn't imagine that Song Yu would not be by his side one day.

"I will take the medicine every day in the future, and this will not happen again." Lezhishi lowered his eyes, "I really remembered it."

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

But there was a moment of silence, and he didn't continue to say, "Eat." He took another bowl of lotus root noodles, holding a porcelain spoon one by one to pick out the goji berries from the lotus root noodles, and put them in another bowl.

Growing up together and spending eleven years together, Le Zhishi can fully understand Song Yu's tone. He said this means that the story has been turned over. Feeling relieved, he hummed happily, picked up the chopsticks and put a lot of hot and sour lotus roots for Song Yu, "eat this."

This is Song Yu's favorite dish since he was a child. It doesn't need complicated seasoning, and its crispy texture surpasses all vegetables. The lotus root is a lotus root that has not yet expanded. It has thin fingers, white tender and long thin. It is sliced ​​diagonally into sections and fried with dried peppers. The vinegar is cooked in a circle before it is out of the pot. The pores are filled with soup. It is crispy, sour and spicy. This kind of aquatic lettuce, which is specially served in summer, will never be available again after September. It is also delicate and difficult to keep fresh in long-distance transportation, and it is not available in many cities.

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

Listening to this, Song Yu pushed the bowl of lotus root noodles to Le Zhishi, his tone not too emotional: "See it every day, you won't find it delicious anymore."

The short taste period is precious.

Seeing every day, there is less novelty and anticipation.

"would not."

He didn't expect Le Zhishi to refute it directly, and his eyes were a little surprised.

Le Zhishi took the child's determination with a firm tone: "The things I like are willing to eat every day. What's the point of eating something that I don't like in order to change tricks? It's best to put it in front of me every day.

Song Yu had his chopsticks, "Aren't you tired?"

Le Zhishi hesitated for a moment, and did not answer directly. Song Yu didn't wait for the answer, and ate quietly by himself.

"If it's my favorite, I won't get tired." He bit the most word very hard, as if it was a thoughtful answer.

Song Yu shook his mind, and when he was caught off guard by Lezhi, he stuffed it into a lotus root, frowned and looked inexplicable.

"I'll give you my favorite lotus root." Le Zhishi looked up at him, exactly the same as when he first came to his house.

At that time, Lezhi adhered to Song Yu every day. He didn't understand anything and didn't know how to speak Chinese, but he could express it directly with actions. Before Song Yu went to bed every night, he would find some weird little toys next to the pillow. Sometimes they were hidden under the pillow.

Every time Song Yu took these little toys away, they would show up next to his pillow the next day.

One day later, Song Yu who came out of the shower happened to catch the "perpetrator". When he saw Lezhi, he stood on tiptoe and stretched his fleshy arms to reach the head of his bed, and put the little train and the astronaut on the pillow. side.

Le Zhishi, who was caught, couldn't explain clearly. The English was mixed with simple Chinese vocabulary and he kept talking stickily. It took Song Yu a long time to understand that he wanted to give him his favorite toy and accompany him to sleep.

At that time, he refused, "I don't want your toys, I am 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 Yu, telling him that this is really good, and this is my favorite toy. .

In the end, Song Yu lost his track and could only leave his little train, and squeeze the astronaut into his hand. "One is enough."

Song Yu was lying on the bed that night, playing with the little locomotive blankly. I don't know what mechanism was triggered. The locomotive turned on the lights, humming, and couldn't stop. Caused him to have a dream all night, in which the milk dumpling kept crying, holding him and not letting go. It is simply the most terrible nightmare.

After so many years, nothing has changed.

After eating, the two withdrew the table, took down the two tatami mattresses that had been rolled up in the corner of the wall, and laid them for a nap.

"Have you worked hard in the third year? I heard that you used up a refill in three days." Le Zhishi put the pillow on and lay on it, looking at Song Yu.

Song Yu took out a copy of "National Geographic" from the shelf and read it, "I've just entered the third year of high school."

It seems so, and he is so smart, it shouldn't be so hard. Le Zhishi looked at the ceiling. He didn't want to go to high school. Now there are too many papers to finish. He might die when he goes to high school.

Neither allergies nor asthma can make him die. It's a bit shameful to do the questions and die.

While watching Lezhi, he blinked at the ceiling. Song Yu put down the magazine and ordered him: "Sleep."

Le Zhishi let out a cry and closed his eyes.

Seeing that he finally disappeared, Song Yu threw Xia Liang over, and the temperature of the air conditioner was also raised by two degrees before lying down.

When Lezhi closed his eyes, he looked good. Those big eyes seemed to be the only container for all his vitality. Once they were closed, people would be much weaker and paler, which would make Song Yu uncontrollably think of the appearance of his illness in the morning.

The mood is archived, and it will be pulled back to a certain moment in an instant.

Seeing the wind grows is what many adults describe to their children, especially if they haven't seen it for a long time, they will suddenly be surprised at how this child has grown up suddenly. But Minglezhishi grew up with him, and stayed with him every day. Song Yu would still think so.

When seeing Lezhi lying quietly like this, Song Yu couldn't help but think that the first time he was hospitalized because of allergies, it was also so quiet, little one.

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

"Big Brother Song Yu." Le Zhishi suddenly opened his eyes and turned around abruptly. He was caught off guard to face Song Yu, very close.

He was about to accuse him of not sleeping, but when he saw Lezhi, he asked innocently.

"What was my first allergy, do you remember?"