"Ah..." Le Zhishi looked down at the umbrella that was still dripping with water. It was indeed transparent.

He was so stupid that he actually used a transparent umbrella as a cover.

"Didn't you say six o'clock?" Song Yu asked.

Le Zhishi pursed his lips, and finally revealed his failed surprise plan to him. Song Yu didn't seem to be too surprised, so he nodded and asked him if he had eaten.

"No." Le Zhishi shook his head and explained that he had come here as soon as he got home, but he stood up again and was ready to leave with his bag on his back. "Can the cafeteria here be packed? I don't want to eat here, you're soaked up, go back and take a shower first."

Song Yu agreed to his proposal, stood up, and naturally grabbed Le Zhishi's backpack bag, took the bag over to carry it, then carried it on the bag containing the insulation bucket, and finally said, "Hold your umbrella."

"Oh." Le Zhishi took the umbrella and flowers and followed his brother. Song Yu asked him if he wanted to eat anything, but Le Zhishi only said he was not hungry and wanted him to go up early to take a shower, afraid that he would catch a cold.

But Song Yu seemed to have already had a goal and didn't think too much, so he walked straight to a long window. He stopped and squinted his eyes and looked ahead.

Le Zhishi likes his small movements very much. He squints his eyes slightly and feels like a big cat. It feels very cute. Although the word "cute" is definitely insulated from Song Yu, at some point, such descriptions will pop up in Le Zhishi's mind.

There were many people in the queue. Le Zhishi wanted to help Song Yu carry the bag, but was rejected. His fingertips were still dripping. Le Zhishi stretched out his fingertips and caught the drops of water.

"Where is your umbrella?" he asked Song Yu.

Song Yu quickly replied, "I lent it to someone else."

Le Zhishi thought of the scene he saw just now, "Did you lend it to that girl? You only have an umbrella, and you have to lend it to her."

If I had known, I would have picked you up.

"I don't want to share an umbrella with people." The team moved a little forward, and Song Yu said again, "She is a classmate who was assigned to the same group with me. There are some problems with data collection, so I will discuss it with me."

So that's it. Le Zhishi nodded, "Then don't lend the umbrella next time, it's not good," he himself felt that this was not very gentlemanly, so he changed his words, "You call me and I'll stop, and you won't be wet in the rain."

Song Yu wanted to say something, his lips moved, but in the end he gave up. He felt that Le Zhishi might not even understand him, so there was no need to confuse him even more.

They lined up to buy two pineapple rice, then went to other windows to buy steamed Wuchang fish, garlic water spinach and sweet and sour tenderloin, and finally packed it to Song Yu's dormitory.

The excuse was already soaked, Song Yu asked Le Zhishi to hold an umbrella by himself. Cole Zhishi was unwilling to stick to Song Yu. So Song Yu, who was unwilling to share the umbrella, took the initiative to pick up the handle of the umbrella, but almost poured the entire transparent umbrella cover to Le Zhishi.

After Le Zhishi discovered it, he would push his wrist, but it was not very useful. He couldn't take it for too long. After a while, the umbrella would naturally tilt over, like some unreasonable fixed procedure.

The water outside became more and more. After losing her ankle, Le Zhishi's pants were wet to his knees, and he joked that it was a capillary phenomenon. A girl walked over ahead with an umbrella in one hand and a large bag of fruit in the other hand. She lifted a bowl of beef noodles with her ring finger and little finger. She always felt in danger, but she was steady.

When it rains, humans become very interesting. Le Zhishi complained to Song Yu that he almost got lost when he just came over, "I shouldn't have come in through the main entrance. I walked a long way and was dizzy. Later, I found a sister in the Old Neo-Confucian Building, and she showed me the way."

As he was talking, a car rushed by, and it was about to splash, Le Zhishi didn't have time to hide, but he felt that his waist was being held up, and then he pulled him over and avoided the water.

The car has driven far away.

Song Yu did not put down his hand in time, and he stayed at Le Zhishi's waist. He looked back at the car, then turned around, and the topic was still on what Le Zhishi had just complained about, "You can get lost on the Sakura Avenue."

Perhaps because of his slightly ridiculous words, Le Zhishi's ears were a little hot. He lowered his eyes and said with little confidence: "I can't tell when the cherry blossoms were not blooming that it was the Cherry Blossom Avenue, which was no different from the ordinary Avenue."

Song Yu found that what he said had made some sense, so he was too lazy to refute it. After knowing it, he realized that the position of his hand was not right, so he pretended to be nothing, and put it down, "Let's go, it's almost here."

The dormitory building is as old as Le Zhishi imagined. He used to think that a clean obsessive person like Song Yu might not want to live in the dormitory too much. Maybe he would go home often if he was not used to living, but this idea ended up being vain.

Song Yu greeted the dormitory manager and took Le Zhishi upstairs. The light in the corridor was not good, but when he opened the dormitory door, the south-facing space was still very bright. There was no one else in the dormitory. Le Zhishi walked in, looked left and right, and finally stared at their window. He liked it very much. Outside the window was green onions soaked in rain.

He recognized Song Yu's desk at first sight, with a meticulous style, "Is this your bed?" Le Zhishi looked up and saw that the bedding was similar to the ones at home, both of which were very cold and smoky gray.

"Yeah." Song Yu put down the things, his clothes were too wet, and he stuck them to his body. He found two sets of clothes from the closet, and gave them to Le Zhishi, "They are all new and have not been worn before. You can change them later."

"It's okay to pass through." Le Zhishi scooped a spoonful of pineapple rice into his mouth. The rice was glutinous, nuts and raisins. "This one is delicious and a little sweet." He scooped a spoonful of them and handed them to Song Yu's mouth, "You eat."

Song Yu took a bite, but frowned, as if it was not to the taste. Le Zhishi was surprised, "You don't like it and buy it."

"I haven't eaten it before. This restaurant always queues up, and they all say it's delicious." Song Yu finished speaking casually, took his clothes into the bathroom.

Haven't eaten it before.

Le Zhishi looked down at the pineapple rice, poked it with a spoon twice, and something flashed through his heart.

While Song Yu was taking a shower, he sent Lin Rong a WeChat message and asked her if she had already gotten into the car and had not received any response. However, another mobile phone on the table vibrated and the screen lighted up. It was Song Yu's. Le Zhishi accidentally glanced at the content.

[daisyyy: Song Yu, I have placed your umbrella in your workstation. Thank you. I also bought a cup of milk tea. Remember to drink it.]

The uncomfortable feeling once again emerged, like endless rain. Le Zhishi pressed the lock screen for him, and the screen turned black. He looked around the table, trying to find something to do, so he turned around and put the wet hat and umbrella aside for the time being, then pulled open his schoolbag, took out the flowing egg yolk pastry and flower cakes that Lin Rong stuffed in, packed them one by one, and placed them on Song Yu's roommate's table.

After completing the distribution work, he also put out the packaged meals and poured a bowl of hot soup for Song Yu with the lid of the insulating bucket. When he turned his head, he saw the flowers he had bought hanging on the chair. Le Zhishi took them out, shook the water droplets on it, and hung them on the wall in front of Song Yu's table.

It's full of incongruity, but it looks very warm.

After taking a photo, Le Zhishi sent it to Lin Rong. Staring at the chat interface between him and Lin Rong, Le Zhishi thought of the news just now, but this time his focus was tilted. He only thought that Song Yu was so powerful that he could clearly remember who was who, without modifying the notes.

Song Yu came out of the bathroom and was still wet, but with heat dissipated, he changed into a white dress and his whole body was much softer.

He saw Le Zhishi sitting in front of his table, taking out two pairs of chopsticks and putting them on the edge of the bowl. The food on the table was arranged neatly, and each roommate had snacks on the table.

This scene was something he had never thought about, and he caught a cold with a subtle pleasure. Song Yu stood at the bathroom door and walked for a while.

"Have you washed?" Le Zhishi turned around first and smiled at him, "Come and have a meal."

Song Yu wiped his hair, "Did you wash it?"

"I'm hungry and want to eat something first before taking a shower." Le Zhishi asked if I could borrow my roommate's chair. Song Yu nodded, took the chair opposite and placed it next to Le Zhishi, and sat down.

Le Zhishi pushed the soup to his brother, "Drink it while it's hot, you won't catch a cold after drinking it." This kind of thing has no scientific basis, but Song Yu still did it. He lowered his head and drank the soup made by his mother, listening to Le Zhishi talk about all the things he had happened at school.

"Peiya is about to hold its 70th anniversary. Now they are all preparing. It's very lively every day, so you can also go and have a look." Le Zhishi ate very deliciously. He was tired and hungry all the way, and his mood was still ups and downs. Fortunately, there was a delicious meal to comfort him.

Song Yu clamped the sweet and sour tenderloin into his bowl, "Are you involved too?"

"How is it possible? We are all in the third year of high school and we will take the college entrance examination in one month." After saying that, Le Zhishi leaned on the chair with his own giving up. "I feel so tired. I haven't had a holiday for a long time. I can't sleep enough every day. Yesterday, I almost fell asleep when I took the liberal arts exam."

Song Yu could probably imagine that picture. Maybe there were ink dots he accidentally poked on the paper, which should be funny, but he still asked seriously: "How is the exam?"

Le Zhishi was alive again. After sitting upright, he took a big sip of soup, "It's OK, it's not difficult." As a few liberal arts boys in the class, Le Zhishi's grades are still among the best, but they are almost graduated. His habit of liberal arts is still unchanged. Sometimes it's time to eat, and sometimes it's after evening self-study. If he doesn't want to study, he will sit there.

He will not sit in the chair in the promenade to read comics now, and no one will run there to pick him up.

"I want to come to WU too." He suddenly said this, feeling like he had no beginning or end.

Song Yu looked up at him, lowered his eyes, and cleaned up his dishes, "You can take a look at the school and major more."

Le Zhishi didn't like his response very much, as if he was still a child in his eyes, and his words were all on a whim. But he understood that no matter what, Song Yu would not say to him, yes, I would be very happy when you come.

He saw that Song Yu's mobile phone screen lit up again and tried to change the topic.

"When you were taking a shower, your phone vibrated, and it seemed that someone sent you a message." Lezhi pretended to be like he hadn't seen the content at all, simply reminding Song Yu.

Song Yu nodded, but he didn't seem to be planning to check it out.

"Don't you look at it?" Le Zhishi frowned.

"Let's talk about it."

Le Zhishi didn't know what his motive was, anyway, he said it, "The girl who asked you to borrow an umbrella bought you milk tea and let you drink it."

The moment he said it, he regretted it. One was to reveal that he saw the information, although it was not intentional, and the other was that his tone was too strange.

Song Yu frowned slightly and stared at Le Zhishi's face, "What's wrong with you?"

After seeing him, I suddenly turned around and ran away, and now I am obsessed with a WeChat message again.

Le Zhishi was stopped by him, blinked, and suddenly he didn't want to talk.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

"I'm full," he stood up, "Can I go and take a shower?"

Of course, Song Yu would not say no, nor would he ask. He took Le Zhishi into the bathroom, gave him the slippers he would wear when he showered, told him which side was hot water, and finally taught him how to use the very difficult hair dryer.

"This is my roommate's, and it's a bit bad. When you hold it, you wrap the wire around it."

Le Zhishi said he understood, but he didn't listen much. The bathroom space was very small, and both of them were a little squeezed while standing. Le Zhishi turned over and turned on the shower, but the direction of the shower head was a little bit off, just so it was just pouring on him. He took a step back in panic, grabbed the hem of the clothes and took off his top.

I completely forgot that Song Yu is still behind.

His back was also very white and thin, and his waist was thinner than Song Yu imagined. He seemed to be a little taller than before, but he was always a teenager skeleton, his wrist bones and ankles were very thin, as if they were broken. He found that he had stared at him, and Song Yu turned his face away, but he didn't expect that Le Zhishi didn't know what he stepped on, and slipped for a while, and fell backwards.

Fortunately, Song Yu almost supported him and held his arm.

His heart hangs for a moment.

"It's okay." Le Zhishi held the wall with his palm and stood firm. "This slipper is a little slippery."

"Be careful." Song Yu let go of his hand and found that he was holding it too tightly. In such a short time, he left a red mark on the back of his arm. He did not look at Le Zhishi anymore, and turned around, "I'm out, you wash it."

Although the bathroom environment is not good, the water temperature is very comfortable, which is similar to that at home, and Le Zhishi doesn't need to adjust it anymore. He was a little lost when taking a shower, and always thought of the way Song Yu was talking to others just now. He felt a little confused, as if he didn't want Song Yu to talk to anyone.

But he also hopes that Song Yu will have a better relationship with his roommate and hopes that his life will be smooth every day.

My thoughts were confused and they formed a dead knot. Le Zhishi was a little dizzy when he washed, so he quickly washed away the foam.

Song Yu gave him a sea blue T-shirt with nothing on the front. He thought he had done it wrong. He turned it over and saw a piece of cheese printed on the back, as if it was a joint name between a cat and a mouse. Le Zhishi was put on his body, it was very big and empty, and the collar could be exposed with half of his shoulder. He looked at himself in the mirror, and the color made him look even whiter.

But the pants were a little big. Le Zhishi bent down and looked at the empty pants legs, rolled up a small piece, then got up and picked up the hair dryer, and pressed the switch.

Song Yu packed the table and heard the sound of a hairdryer coming from his bathroom, which was intermittent, and knew that he was in vain. He stood there without going over and waited for three seconds. Sure enough, the bathroom door opened, and Le Zhishi showed his wet head, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

"Brother, I still don't know how to use this hair dryer."

In the end, it was Song Yu who blew his hair. Le Zhishi obediently sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and let Song Yu fiddle his hair. Song Yu's fingers were very long, and the touch of inserting it into the hair slit was very comfortable, which would make Le Zhishi feel a sense of security that he could rely on.

"The color you dyed has disappeared." Song Yu twisted his brown hair with his hands. Thinking of going home before, he found that Le Zhishi had dyed his black hair, which looked a little different from him, but he didn't ask much at the time, just thinking it was a whim of a child.
To be continued...