Of course remember.

Le Zhishi came to Song Yu without warning with a heavy rain.

He remembered it very clearly that the door he went to open that night. Unexpectedly, the rain rushed in on the summer night, wetting his hair. His father wrapped a child in his arms, wrapped it tightly in his coat, and after entering the door, he squatted down and hugged Song Yu.

Song Yu reached out and lifted a little of his clothes in confusion, "Who is this?"

A pair of eyes were exposed under the scattered jacket, like glass beads.

"This is my brother."

Six-year-old Song Yu had a younger brother overnight. He was soft and beautiful, looking like a little angel in a fairy tale album. His light brown hair was curled, and he could only speak English and had a slight voice.

Contrary to this little guy, Song Yu was not born with a lively personality, he didn't like to make noise, nor did he talk much. His elders and relatives always said that he had a bad personality and wanted to change it, but Lin Rong always argued with reason, saying that he inherited his grandfather from another generation, so that Song Yu could be himself since he was a child.

He is very smart and his mind is much more mature than other children, but no matter how mature he is, he will be at a loss when facing a strange child whom he loves. At first, Song Yu didn't like him, but he was not as annoying as he hated him.

Most of the time he observes silently.

It's so strange that his eyelashes are too curly.

Why does this little thing have such a hard time talking? It looks stupid.

Was I so stupid when I was a child?

But Le Zhishi is really cute, and any elder will praise him when he sees him. These praises shake the impression in Xiao Songyu. He has to admit that Le Zhishi is a little cuter than the Pomeranian he really wants to buy.

On the third day after coming to his house, Le Zhishi suddenly cried and asked his parents to cry, asking his parents for his own parents, and no one can coax them.

"Don't cry." As soon as Song Yu approached, Le Zhishi stretched out his arms to hug him, but Song Yu couldn't hold him, so he wrapped him around himself, and couldn't pull it off like a glutinous rice cake.

"You cry so hard that I have a headache." Song Yu was desperate and said to Lin Rong, "Mom, let's send him back to find his parents and let him go home."

Lin Rong looked at him, wanted to say something but couldn't say it. Finally, she coaxed Le Zhishi to carry him upstairs, leaving only Song Yu and Song's father in the living room.

"Xiao Yu." Song's father pulled him over and told him very seriously, "My brother has no more parents."

Song Yu frowned and did not respond. He only thought about the meaning of this sentence in his heart. Soon, Song's father gave him a more accurate answer.

"His parents are gone, he has no home to go back."

He could understand what "not here" means.

Song Yu frowned even deeper. He looked up at the building and then looked back at his father.

"Will he leave in the future?"

Song's father shook his head, "This is his home from now on."

Adults always subconsciously judge children, thinking that children don’t know anything. But in fact, children have more empathy than adults, and they will hold an umbrella for a small stray dog ​​on the way home.

So is Song Yu, even though he has not been a child of empathy since childhood.

After returning to his room, he hugged his pillow and nested in the small sofa, with what Song's father said hovering in his mind.

Le Zhishi is so cute, but he has no parents anymore.

This sentence was in his heart, so he felt more and more pitiful. No matter how beautiful the stray dog ​​is, they are still stray dogs. They have no place to go on rainy days, so they can only hide in the tunnel, trembling, cold and hungry.

The door suddenly opened with a creaking sound, interrupting the adventure of a stray dog ​​in Song Yu's mind. He looked up and saw Le Zhishi huddling a little by the door, revealing half of his little head looking in pitifully, and even burping a foolish burp.

Song Yu looked at him, as if he was a little master, "Why are you hiding?" Seeing that the little thing was not moving, Yu Xin couldn't bear it, so he raised his hand and signaled him to come in. Le Zhishi then walked towards him slowly. The child's feet were unstable and he staggered every step, as if he was about to fall down the next second, which made Song Yu frightened.

After finally walking up to him, Le Zhishi blinked his big eyes and looked at him, his face turned red with tears in his eyes, and his whole body looked like a little peach that was about to break his skin.

His eyes were swollen. Song Yu thought of what his father said again, so he gave him a little seat and asked him to huddle on the small lazy sofa with him.

It seemed that the rain had not stopped for several days since Lezhishi came.

He asked Le Zhishi why he came to his room, and a white light suddenly flashed outside the window. Before Le Zhishi could answer, he was cut off by a huge shock of thunder. He was so scared that he hugged Song Yu and was trembling.

Although Song Yu was also frightened by the thunder, Le Zhishi was much more afraid than him. Not only did he tremble, but he also started to cry.

Song Yu was most afraid of him crying, so he wanted to ask his mother to take him back to the room. Cole Zhishi just stuck to him and tried his best to get into his arms. There was no way, Song Yu had to coax him like a real brother, but he didn't like to talk, so he could only cover his ears and pat his back gently.

Thunder will not disappear easily. It always appears again after Le Zhishi's fright recovers slightly. If you slash, it will be in vain if you have coaxed it before.

He decided to find a way to divert the little pitiful attention.

After thinking about it, Song Yu took out a large box of Madeline cakes. The chocolate-filled ones were brought back by his father when he went abroad. He had never been willing to take them apart.

It's cheaper for you.

With the sweet cake and Song Yu covered his ears, Le Zhishi was not so scared. He looked very cute when eating. He held the cake in his hands and bit it bite it. When it suddenly thundered, his whole body would shake. The small cake fell down. He was stunned for a second and picked it up again, and continued to eat with tears.

It's funny and pitiful.

"You are so young, how can you be so edible?" Song Yu looked at the empty box, leaving only the last cake. He picked it up and took it, and a sweet chocolate flowing flowed out of it.

Le Zhishi stretched out his hand to him again and said softly that he still wanted it. Song Yu had no choice but to hand him half of the hand to him, "No more."

In the end, he ate the half in the same position, and the corners of his mouth were covered with chocolate. Song Yu thought he was dirty and took the paper to wipe the corners of his mouth.

He felt like a big brother.

This sudden extra identity similar to a brother gave Song Yu a very complex emotion, a little burden, a little joy and pride. It convinced him more than a hundred people saying to him, "You have grown up."

When he was sleeping at night, Le Zhishi was reluctant to leave. He cried and made a fuss to sleep with Song Yu. Lin Rong had no choice but to carry him into her son's room. As soon as she got into Song Yu's quilt, Le Zhishi didn't cry or make a fuss. She was obedient and quiet, and slept next to Song Yu's arm, like a little doll, and would hold her cry and say goodnight to him.

He seemed to have had a chicking plot for this boy who was three years older than him, because he would cover his ears for him and give him cake when it was thunder.

After Lin Rong left, Song Yu turned over and looked at Le Zhishi who was closed, thinking to himself that multiple little brothers might be good too. Even if he was a little sticky and always followed him, he wouldn't hate it. He could take him to Jiangtan Park to fly kites, watch reeds, and take him to the Mathematical Olympiad class with him, but this little thing must not understand a word.

Song Yu's mind was already filled with the situation of being stuck in Le Zhishi.

Children are always full of curiosity, but Song Yu is not. He has been particularly rational since childhood. But when he realized that he would become an older brother, he developed a naive novel for the first time.

But that night, Song Yu realized for the first time that he was not that simple as being an older brother.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by Le Zhishi's breathing. His small hand tightly held his arm, and he seemed to be unable to breathe in every breath. Song Yu was frightened, and his first reaction was to run out of bed and smash his parents' door.

The sound of the ambulance is even more terrifying than the thunder. Song Yu was trapped in it all night, as if he was tinnitus. He refused to listen to advice and insisted on following him, so he ran behind the adults, watching Le Zhishi being held by his father, so small, with his eyes closed, and his lips were not as beautiful as pink.

Everything in the emergency room was very panicked, and in memories it was like a chaotic shot of a quick edit, with gray all over the place, the sound of heartbeat and the sound of sad breathing in the heart were the background sound.

It was not until the doctor came out and told them that it was okay, and the mother who was crying suddenly stood up and her father snatched out the cigarette, and Song Yu's heart fell.

"We initially judged that it was food allergic asthma. After checking the allergen, the child had very serious wheat allergies. In theory, he could not eat any food containing wheat. The mild clinical reaction may be diarrhea and urticaria. If it is a serious matter, it will induce asthma like this time. How can you parents not pay attention to these?"

Lin Rong wiped her tears and didn't say anything. Le Zhishi hadn't eaten anything made of flour these days. It was basically vegetables, fruits and rice paste. The child's parents walked suddenly and they didn't know about it.

"We must be careful next time." Song's father said in a hoarse voice.

"It's a big or small allergic problem, and the child is only three years old, it's not a joke." The doctor then asked, "Did he eat something he shouldn't eat today?"

"It shouldn't be..." Lin Rong also felt confused, but she couldn't even think of any wheat products.

A string in Song Yu's mind broke. He suddenly realized that he was the most terrifying criminal in the world, and he almost killed this younger brother who relied on him. He thought he was just using his favorite cake to coax him, but what he fed was poison.

"He... he ate the cake, I gave him food." Song Yu has never been so anxious for a moment when he grew up so big, but he still confessed his "crime" truthfully, even if he was really unintentional.

The doctor sighed, "This is also common. Children, aren't there any kind of feeding the little goldfish, but they end up feeding too much and the fish died the next day? They are not intentional."

This example did not relieve Song Yu's feeling of burden, but instead became increasingly serious.

"According to the symptoms of this disease, I probably ate a lot." The doctor comforted again, "You may also like your brother too much, so you have fed so many cakes. Remember next time, don't do this."

The child's self-blame and burden made Song Yu understand for the first time that it turns out that liking can also cause harm.

He thought he was taking in a poor stray dog ​​and holding an umbrella for it during heavy rains, but in fact, he stretched out his hands that were spreading fish food without restraint, full of joy, and finally waiting for a small fish that had lost its life and floated up.

Although his parents did not blame him, they comforted him like the doctor and told him that it was nothing. But since that day, Song Yu still consciously distanced him from this younger brother, not too close. He could not tell the reason. Maybe it was because the fear and self-blame that night was always difficult to calm down, or maybe it was because he understood what restraint was.

It understands earlier than many adults.

When he grew up, Song Yu often felt that he was born to keep a distance from the world, holding few lines in his hand, connecting him with some necessary people in his life, and everything was set black, white and gray.

Only Le Zhishi was an unexpected visit outside of his destiny, and a sudden rain came. Some people said that this was a brotherhood that had not been completed in his previous life, and he bumped into each other in this life, so he had a special line in his hand, a thin red thread, as if it was dispersed as soon as it was blown. After all, this book did not belong to him, so he not only held it, but also tried to maintain it.

I just chose the stupidest, but safest way.
Chapter completed!