Le Zhishi suspected that when he was asking for amulet, someone begged for rain.

In June of Jiangcheng, the rainfall is even calculated using Donghu as a unit of measurement. Locals will only say that there were a few more Donghu Lakes today. Le Zhishi visually estimated that six of them were conservatively estimated in the past two days of the college entrance examination. Six is ​​a good number, and my brother must be auspicious for the college entrance examination.

The examination hall where Song Yu was located was very low, flooded, and the sunken playground almost became a lake. Le Zhishi sat in Lin Rong's car, facing the time, with less than five minutes left.

The rain flowed down the car window glass. Le Zhishi couldn't see clearly outside, so he secretly rolled the car window down a little, and the parents holding an umbrella blocked the school gate. The rain poured in through the gaps in the car window, wetting Le Zhishi's hair.

Not long after, he saw a tall figure holding an umbrella from a distance, walking towards them from the crowded parents.

"Brother is out." Le Zhishi opened the car door as soon as he finished speaking, waved to Song Yu, and he drifted into the car with heavy rain. Le Zhishi, who was wearing only short-sleeved clothes, shivered.

Song Yu's pace was obviously faster. He bent over and entered the car, closed the door, and locked the rain outside.

The seats were filled with Le Zhishi's review materials, and he hurriedly packed up to make room for Song Yu.

"Your dad is still having a meeting." Lin Rong took out a neatly folded dry towel from a big tote bag, turned it over and handed it to Song Yu, "I'll meet us at the place of eating later. What do you want to eat?" Although she asked, she knew that Song Yu would probably only say whatever she wanted.

Song Yu put the wet umbrella at his feet, "Crayfish."

Le Zhishi was happier than anyone else when he heard it, "I also want to eat crayfish."

Lin Rong was a little surprised. She didn't expect that he wanted to eat this, "Okay, then I'll tell your dad."

They drove to the restaurant, and the rain on the road became heavier and thunder started. Le Zhishi was afraid that thunder was completely a physiological reaction. As soon as the sound passed, he couldn't help trembling. This habit was fine when he was a child, but he always embarrassed him when he grew up, so he tried to hold back and not let himself tremble. Everyone was chatting in the car, but Le Zhishi was too scared and had automatically left the topic.

Song Yu noticed it, took out the bag for the exam, put it between them, and whispered, "What you gave me is very useful."

Le Zhishi's attention was quickly diverted. He turned his head to look at Song Yu's face and asked quietly: "Really? Are you doing well in the exam?"

Song Yu nodded.

Le Zhishi was very happy, but he was not happy for too long. A lightning struck. Just as he spoke, he trembled again, his voice trembling a little, "That's great..."

Song Yu thought he was a little cute like this, so he lowered his eyes and leaned against the back of the seat.

Le Zhishi found a headphone that could completely cover his ears and put them on it, played rock music, then picked up the big bag he placed in the corner and put it on the left side of the seat, twisted half of his body, and was about to bury him in the ground and search for it.

He first found a small purple bento box, turned it over and put it directly on Song Yu's leg, then quickly turned over, took out a bottle of soda and handed it to Song Yu.

His hands kept moving, and he didn't speak, as if he was a very busy silent actor. Song Yu opened the lid of the bento box, which contained cut mangoes, strawberries, peeled grapes and lychees. He also poured a little golden syrup on it, which looked bright and delicious.

Le Zhishi turned his face and forked him. He had loud music in his headphones, but he seemed to forget that the other party could hear him talking, so he only made a gesture of cutting fruit and finally pointed at himself.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Lin Rong happened to see them splitting fruits, "That was made by Lele just now, but it was careful, and the grape seeds were removed."

Song Yu ate a grape, which was very sweet. Le Zhishi also took a small fork, forked a piece of mango and stuffed it into his mouth, and then forked a piece of lychee. He leaned forward and handed it to Lin Rong's mouth.

The three of them divided a small box of fruits, and in the end Le Zhishi ate the most, so when he sat in the restaurant, he began to worry about his appetite. Song Jin came when he served the first cold dish. His shirt was a little wet, and he saw that he was coming. Lin Rong thoughtfully took out the silk parsley from his bag and wiped it for him.

When the crayfish came up, Le Zhishi suddenly remembered that they also ate shrimp after the high school entrance examination, which made him feel a little better.

He was looking forward to Song Yu peeling shrimps for him like he did three years ago, but because of the role of a mother like Lin Rong, there was no problem with Le Zhishi's shrimp meat supply, so he couldn't wait for the shrimps that Song Yu peeled.

No one was worried about Song Yu's performance. He was planning a family trip after Le Zhishi's exam at the dining table. Song Jin suggested going to Europe, but Lin Rong wanted to go to Egypt even more. The two of them listed their own benefits and asked Song Yu to choose, but Song Yu said he wanted to go to Japan.

Le Zhishi stuffed a small tomato in his mouth, took a bite and burst out the juice. When he heard Song Yu's suggestion, he felt the same way.

He nodded repeatedly and swallowed the tomato, "I want to go to Japan too. I want to go to Akihabara."

The cultural heritage and beautiful scenery are not as good as the Song family, and the willingness to meet two small ones is to be determined. Song Jin called his assistant to arrange his itinerary to book a hotel. The family was discussing the travel plan enthusiastically, but only Song Yu, who proposed the location, remained silent.

After dinner, they didn't stay outside for too long. After all, Le Zhishi had to review the exam. When he got home, Le Zhishi reviewed the wrong questions until twelve o'clock and was a little sleepy. His phone vibrated twice and woke him up. When he rubbed his eyes, he found that it was Jiang Yufan who sent him a question and asked him how to do it.

Coincidentally, Le Zhishi just saw a question type similar to this question. He quickly turned to the page of the wrong question book and took a photo and sent it to him.

The class group was very lively before, and Le Zhishi didn't participate. Now I clicked in and flipped through the chat records to find out that everyone was making trouble. The reason was that a girl from Class 7 gave her nameplate to a boy in their class. She was seen by her classmates and joked in the group that the boy was out of singleness.

[I heard that you two are childhood sweethearts? Live in the opposite door?]

[It's total novel plot]

[When will it be my turn to love sweetly...]

Le Zhishi was a little puzzled and left to ask Jiang Yufan.

[Lele: What's wrong with giving the nameplate?]

When talking about the topic, Jiang Yufan didn't reply in seconds. He thought he was asleep, but he didn't expect that he would get excited as soon as he said this.

[Fanzi: Doesn’t the nameplate have your own name? Anyway, since our school started very early, giving the nameplate to one person when graduation means that the person is very important, and some people want it. It is best to get it. If the other party refuses to give the nameplate, it means "I don’t like you at all."]

It turned out that Peiya also had such a custom. Le Zhishi stared at the screen for a while and asked a question that Jiang Yufan felt strange.

[Can boys give it to boys?]

After a moment, Jiang Yufan replied, [No rule is allowed. Why? You shouldn't give it to me, don't give me such a precious thing, a basketball is enough.]

Le Zhishi was amused by him and replied with an emoticon.

He was still a little sleepy and wanted to drink some ice, so he went downstairs by himself.

It was too late and it was pitch black downstairs. He was too lazy to turn on the lights. He touched the kitchen along the wall, turned on the refrigerator, took out the iced kiwi juice from it, drank a glass, and it was sour and sour, so the iced kernels were shaking. He poured another glass and carried it upstairs.

Song Yu's bedroom door was always closed, but this time it opened a small crack, and a trace of light leaked out, making Le Zhishi unable to help but approach and did something that was not within his expectations.

"Are you not asleep yet?"

Hearing the sound, Song Yu looked up at the door and saw Le Zhishi standing at the door wearing a wide and big milky blue T-shirt and white shorts holding a glass cup.

"Why aren't you going to sleep yet?" Song Yu threw the same question to him, "I won't be in class tomorrow?"

"I'm just reviewing. Have you drunk juice?"

Without hearing the rejection, Le Zhishi came in by himself. Song Yu was lying on the bed watching a new documentary. The picture looked very old. A foreigner wrapped in thick clothes stood at the foot of a snowy mountain and explained something. It looked very cold, just like this room with a very cold air conditioner.

When handing over the juice, Song Yu did not drink it directly and put it on the cabinet beside the bed. The lights in his bedroom were turned off, and only the projector emitted a cold blue-gray light, which fell on Song Yu's face, making his facial features look more handsome.

Le Zhishi yawned, and Song Yu asked him to go back to sleep, but he sat on his bed and took off his slippers, "I want to see this for a while."

"You won't like it." Song Yu was very direct and cold.

“I like it.”

If you like it, I like it.

Song Yu's beds are neatly stacked every time, and the dark gray striped bedding looks very warm, but once it is disrupted and the quilt is pushed away, it looks particularly soft and comfortable.

Le Zhishi first sat on the edge of the bed, and then put his legs on. Later, Song Yu didn't know how he moved to him, and even thoughtfully covered his belly with a quilt.

Song Yu wanted to ask why he was lying up, but Cola Zhishi turned his face, his nose bridge and eyelashes were illuminated by the projector's light, and he asked softly, "Can I give me a pillow to lean on? Brother."

When he called his brother, his voice was always softer than usual. He was obviously a boy who had passed the voice change period, but sometimes he always showed a little bit of a child's tone.

Song Yu handed him a pillow, but told him that he had to go back to his room to sleep in ten minutes.

Le Zhishi agreed very well, and then began to watch the documentary carefully. He asked which mountain it was, and then asked them why they had to go to the top of the mountain and what to measure? As soon as there were many questions, Song Yu felt that he was deliberately using this method to make himself forget the time.

But he won't be fooled.

"You have many problems."

Le Zhishi stopped, stared at the picture, blinked slowly, and then shrank into the quilt until only a pair of eyes were exposed outside.

Song Yu knew he was starting to cheat and planned to take him out, but Le Zhishi rushed to explain before he scolded him, "Your air conditioner is turned on too low."

"You won't be cold when you go back."

"Why do you always drive me away?" Le Zhishi looked up at him curiously, with innocent eyes, just wanting to know the answer.

Song Yu paused, "Because I like myself."

Le Zhishi stopped talking. He felt that Song Yu was lying and no one liked to stay alone. If there was, it would be temporary.

Maybe he just didn't find the person who likes to get along with him. If he showed up, he probably wouldn't be like this, he would laugh, expect that person to stay, and give her what he thought was important.

For example, nameplate or something.

Le Zhishi thought of Jiang Yufan's words, and some strange emotions surged in his heart. This feeling has happened frequently recently, which made him feel uncomfortable. It happened that he only turned his head and saw a metal nameplate on the bedside table, glowing under the projection changing light.

"Brother," Le Zhishi took the nameplate and put it in the palm of his hand, "Can you give this to me?"

Song Yu frowned, "What do you want me?"

"Don't you have two?" Le Zhishi grabbed it and opened his eyes wide to beg him, "Give me one, just treat it as a souvenir."

In Song Yu's eyes, his current appearance is exactly the same as when he goes to an aquarium, wants a doll with a set meal at McDonald's, and wants to collect cards when playing games. There is no difference.

Turning his face, Song Yu turned up the temperature of the air conditioner a little, and his eyes were fixed on the documentary.

"Whatever you want."

It's really hasty. Le Zhishi thought that he would give away something that everyone thought was very precious so easily.

Le Zhishi looked down at the nameplate in his palm and felt that he was very lucky. If he asked him for it later, this little thing might have been given to others when Song Yu returned to school tomorrow. After all, many people really like Song Yu.

Imagine the way another person holds this nameplate, Le Zhishi is a little grateful to Song Yu for his hastyness.

He doesn't need to beg for too long.

A souvenir is like a soothing agent. When it comes, the child will be much quieter, whether in Ocean Polar Park or on the bed in the bedroom. Song Yu gave him the nameplate and could watch this episode quietly.

When the opening of the next episode was played, his attention was distracted and he found Le Zhishi was asleep, his head was tilted, his slightly curly hair was messy, his lips were a little curled, he looked really tired, his chest was slightly undulating, but his hand was still holding the nameplate.

Song Yu tried to call him and let him go back to sleep, but he couldn't wake him up. It seemed cruel to use louder sounds or force-pushing, so he gave up and did not make any moves.
To be continued...