There was no one at home, and Marshmallow was the first to come out to greet him warmly. The orange cat was sleeping in a corner of the sofa. Hearing the movement, he raised his head and confirmed that they were coming back and lowered their heads, turned their backs and continued to sleep.

Song Yu took off his school uniform coat and asked Le Zhishi to sit on the sofa. He asked him what he wanted to eat. Le Zhishi just picked up the dog, but 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 surrounded him, "Is it strange?"

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

"I haven't eaten the meal you cooked for a long time."

In the past, Song Jin's business was busier than now. At that time, Lin Rong also had to help manage the company and was often not at home. At that time, they were both very young and hired nanny, but once the nanny didn't pay attention to cooking, Le Zhishi was hospitalized due to allergies. From then on, the family didn't dare to hire a nanny again. When Lin Rong didn't care about it, it was Song Yu who did it. He was very good at this.

Two children, a small dining table, and a few home-cooked dishes. These are memories that Le Zhishi can see when he closes his eyes.

"I want to eat Maocai." Little Bomi's head was lying on Nakajima, and Le Zhishi touched his furry head, "And there is a cake."

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

Le Zhishi then remembered that when he touched the corner of his mouth, it hurt a little, "But I want to eat."

Song Yu didn't say anything, but he had already started to take the ingredients. Le Zhishi didn't want him to work alone, so he went over to help. He was not very good at cooking and could only wash vegetables. The scratch on his fist hurt a little when it hit the water. Le Zhishi didn't make a sound, but just stopped his movements. The water on the faucet suddenly stopped.

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

Le Zhishi wiped the water from his hands, "Then..."

"Stop here." He lowered his head and focused on cutting vegetables, "Just watch."

Little Bomei ran over and scratched Song Yu's legs again. Le Zhishi bent down and picked him up, holding his little claws, "Don't interfere with his brother."

Song Yu cut a piece of butter bottom that Lin Rong had fried before, and put it in the pot, and the whole kitchen seemed to be alive. So sizzling, ginger and garlic were put into the melted red oil, and the aroma was filled with the aroma. Pour boiling water while it was hot, and the red soup boiled and beat in the pot.

Added some seasonings, and Song Yu tasted the salty and light ingredients, and put them in the cut ingredients.

While cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks and stirred them with the bran-free flour. Then he handed the egg white and the egg whisk to Le Zhishi and gave him a schematic look.

Fighting egg whites is Le Zhishi’s favorite job, and it will make him feel better quickly. Because watching the egg whites gradually turn fluffy from liquid form and finally like clouds is a wonderful experience.

"Okay." Le Zhishi picked up the egg beater, and the beaten "Yun Duo" was pulled out with a pointed little hook. This was a sign of success. He was quite satisfied, "perfect."

When the dishes were served, Song Yu started making muffins, "There is no time for the cake, hurry up this."

"Pancake is also cake." Le Zhishi nodded himself.

After working hard for a long time, two bowls of rice, a small pot of hot marinated vegetables, and a blueberry muffin were placed on the island in the kitchen, combining Chinese and Western muffins. The fat beef slices were cooked until they could be unfolded, and a thin piece of them were wrapped in shiny red oil, which awakened the appetite before they could be put in their mouths. Song Yu took out a small glass jar, drizzled golden osmanthus syrup on the muffin, and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.

Le Zhishi picked up a chopstick fish fillet and put it into his mouth carefully. He was very cautious when chewing it, which looked a bit funny.

The mao dish was so delicious that it was numb and spicy that it made the back sweat. Taking advantage of the stimulation of his mouth, he stuffed a muffin wrapped in syrup into his mouth, which was soft and soft, like a chiffon cake squeezed into thick slices, with a mellow taste.

The mood that was uncomfortable in the early morning was also released in red oil and honey.

Nothing can't be solved by a delicious meal.

Song Yu was halfway through silence, and suddenly left the table. When he came back, he held a gauze bag in his hand, filled with ice cubes, "Please hold it and apply it to your eyes."

Sure enough, he still picked it up. Le Zhishi took the ice pack and said thank you in a muffled voice. He supported the table with his elbow and applied it to his eyes. After applying it for a while, he still couldn't help but raise his head, "Isn't it ugly?"

Song Yu ate seriously, "You know too."

Obviously, he didn't care about distortion in front of others, Cole Zhishi was afraid that Song Yu would see his swollen eyes, and even dislike him for him, and he couldn't figure out the reason. He sighed, Le Zhishi was very serious in regret, "I should avoid that punch."

Song Yu put down the bowl, "Le Zhishi, shouldn't you regret fighting with someone else today?"

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

This made Song Yu a little confused, as if he saw himself when he was a child, he was so stubborn that he was beaten to the point of being bleeding and still refused to admit his mistake.

But Le Zhishi didn't want Song Yu to misunderstand, so he changed his attitude of not giving up in front of his class teacher and took the initiative to explain, "Brother, I didn't deliberately fight and cause trouble. In fact, I didn't want to do anything at the beginning, this matter..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yu interrupted, "I know."

"The person you hit," he looked into Le Zhishi's eyes, as if there was an answer, "What did he say?"

Le Zhishi suddenly stalked, and his hands holding the ice pack tightened a little, and his head hung down like a plant that was wilted by the sun.

"He said... My mother died, so I would let me come out and meddle in other people's business."

Wang Qian asked him, he didn't want to say it, Jiang Yufan asked, he didn't want to say it. Even if he really called Lin Rong or Song Jin on the spot, Le Zhishi could still bite him to death and not say a word. But for some reason, when Song Yu asked, he said it.

He seemed to be able to show weakness to Song Yu.

"I couldn't help it, so I started."

Song Yu actually guessed that the class representative took homework downstairs and happened to see Le Zhishi being scolded in the office. This matter spread in their class. At first, Song Yu didn't believe it. He knew better than anyone else that it was not Le Zhishi's style. Even if he really helped his classmates, he would not hit people.

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

Even a puppy will bite when stepping on its tail.

But he never wanted to be a brother who educated his younger brother. He had done too much with a high-sounding scolding adults. Sometimes they couldn't even understand that children also had troubles, and they would not think that children's troubles were also important. Therefore, they would teach lessons and make unwilling promises to children, but they did not care whether they were uncomfortable or how uncomfortable they were at that time.

Lessons and concerns are not suitable for Song Yu.

Seeing Le Zhishi lowering his head and eating silently, he blinked his eyes quickly, as if he was insufficiency. Song Yu couldn't say what it felt like. He just found that Le Zhishi, who was sitting in front of him, seemed to be no longer the child who could only hide behind him and cry when he was a child.

"Did you win, or did he win?"

Le Zhishi didn't expect Song Yu to ask this.

He sniffed and raised his head. The unbreakable half of his mouth was covered with spicy oil, but his expression was serious, "I won. I hit four people alone. I just didn't avoid the last punch, because someone called the teacher to come, and I was a little panicked, otherwise I wouldn't be beaten in my 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 Le Zhishi said, "I didn't cry, I was so hot just now."

Song Yu had no choice but to stretch out his hand and wipe off the oil from the corner of his mouth with a cold face.

Perhaps he had personally experienced the experience of being in this place with no silver, or perhaps because Song Yu wiped the corner of his mouth with his own hands, Le Zhishi's ears were a little hot, and he suddenly put a muffin in his mouth and almost choked and coughed for a long time.

After dinner, the two of them cleaned up together, and there was enough time to take a nap. After applying ice for a while, Le Zhishi felt that his eyes were much better. He returned to the room and looked in the mirror for a long time. It was still very ugly.

Song Yu pulled the curtains and lay on the bed. The phone was full of Qin Yan's news. He just scanned it. As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a knock on the door, and his eyes didn't open, "What's wrong?"

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

As usual, Song Yu refused, but today he did not. He lay on the side of the bed, as if he had made a default decision.

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 one-sided eye mask from somewhere and put it on his head, he reached out and pulled the strap of the eye mask, "What's this for?"

Le Zhishi covered his eye mask, "I want to wear it."

Song Yu did not stop him anymore and carried him over. Le Zhishi also lay down obediently and looked at Song Yu's back quietly. He felt that he had not slept with Song Yu for a long time. When he was a child, he would crawl onto Song Yu's bed with his pillow and tightly next to him, so that he would not be so scared. Only then would he not be rejected.

But Song Yu was afraid of heat and always despised him as a hot little meat ball and did not let him hold it close to him, so Le Zhishi only pressed his forehead against his back, and satisfied his sense of security very restrainedly.

This seemed to be the first time he slept with Song Yu in a clear day, but he even broke his face.

Le Zhishi put his forehead on his face, and he could feel his brother's heartbeat through his skin and bones, as if he could smell the familiar scent of rain, which was wet and soft, full of hope.

This hallucination is like a released hypnotic agent that can make him fall asleep quickly without any obstacles.

Only by lying beside Song Yu can you play a role.

He couldn't help but have a fantasy, as if he needed nothing and would be great if he could do this for the rest of his life.

But he knew that it was not possible. He was no longer the three-year-old child who would use any means to stop Song Yu from getting married. He could not cry unscrupulously, nor could he speak nonsense for self-satisfaction.

As he thought about it, Le Zhishi fell asleep, everything in his dream was blurred, his parents who died early, adults who cast sympathetic eyes, and children who pushed him. But their voices were very clear.

[Children without parents are really pitiful]

[So you are an orphan]

The various sounds mixed in the air became a black shadow, chasing him in the winding dream, and could not escape. He wanted to call Song Yu's name, but he just wanted to call him his name, but he opened his mouth but there was no sound.

"Happy to know the time, happy to know the time..."

A sweat woke up from the dream. In the vision that gradually gathered was Song Yu who grew up, frowned, and Le Zhishi took a few deep breaths, "I'm having a nightmare," he somehow thought of a word that Jiang Yufan said a few days ago, "It seems like a ghost is pressing on the bed."

After saying that, he turned around in a cool way, "I'm going to continue sleeping."

Song Yu lay down, his palm still had the sweat on Le Zhishi's forehead before. He looked at the ceiling, and he looked in front of him, looking at Le Zhishi's way he couldn't wake up just now.

"Happy to know the time."

Hearing Song Yu called his name, Le Zhishi nodded, with a little nasal sound, which sounded like acting coquettish. He cleared his throat and covered it up.

"You were really spoiled when you were a child and could cry very much. Every time I cried, I had a headache and wanted to send you away."

Song Yu said complaining, but his tone was very indifferent. Le Zhishi unconsciously pursed his lips behind his back and wanted to refute, but he heard him speak with a hint of calm doubt.

"Why did you grow up and you don't like to cry?"
Chapter completed!