The rain seemed to be a little smaller, and Song Yu was held in Le Zhishi's arms. He couldn't hear the rain, but could only hear his fast heartbeat.
He is still dizzy, his hands and feet are sore, he always feels that everything now is too good to be true, just like the display in the glass window, he wants it in his dreams, but there is always a transparent barrier, only Look, can't touch.
When Song Yu said to give it a try, Le Zhishi's first reaction was that he was dreaming again. Originally, the night was in a daze, and there were only a few fragments in his memory. Maybe he is still lying in his dormitory now. Song Yu didn't come to take him to the hospital, and there was no rented apartment.
But Le Zhishi also thought that based on the quality of his sleep when he was sick, he could never dream such a good dream.
Seeing Lezhi without speaking for a while, Song Yu looked down at him and found that he had wide eyes open and his two arms were loosely resting on his waist, as if he was distracted.
Song Yu recalled his performance just now. It was indeed not a qualified confession template. It seemed that he didn't say a few decent and sweet words, except for pouring cold water, it was education.
"When Lezhi, are you a little disappointed?"
Le Zhishi raised his head as if waking up from a dream, and looked at Song Yu, with some doubts in his eyes.
Song Yu turned aside his eyes unnaturally, "Should I buy a gift or make this place a little more beautiful."
"Then I can't dream of this kind of dream." Le Zhishi's thoughtless words made Song Yu frowned in confusion.
However, Le Zhishi felt very happy. He held Song Yu and did not want to let go. He pressed his side face against the skin on his collarbone. Instead of calling his brother, he called out his name seriously.
"Song Yu."
"Huh?" Song Yu also responded, covering the back of his neck with his palm.
Le Zhishi shook his head and hugged Song Yu tighter.
The response once delivered with pen and paper, now appeared in front of him, and turned into a warm embrace for containment. From the age of three, Song Yu was a dream that Lezhishi pursued.
This dream is out of reach for other people, but luck is good when you know it, it is an exception. As long as he is a little bit more diligent and sticky, he can touch a hidden tail that others can’t see. The gentle touch. Because of this, Lezhishi has so many unrealistic fantasies.
No younger brother desires to be with his elder brother for a lifetime. It is not that he has doubted his untenable position and attitude, but Song Yu said he could, and he would believe it until he broke this false safe zone.
His separation anxiety about Song Yu is not because Song Yu is a good brother, nor is it because he is a younger brother, but just because he likes it.
"I like you so much." Le Zhishi buried his face in Song Yu's collarbone, rubbed unduly, and repeated the same words again. Song Yu was a little bit backward when he was rubbed against him, and he held Lezhishi's shoulder with his hand, "Don't make trouble."
Le Zhishi wanted to say that there was no trouble, but he accidentally coughed and couldn't stop the cough. He was afraid of infecting Song Yu, so he turned his back and coughed. Song Yu wrapped him in a blanket and subconsciously went to find medicine.
But there was no danger. Lezhishi quickly stopped his coughing. He took the water that Song Yu handed over, and there were a lot of medicines he had counted. The cold capsules, cough medicines, and allergy medicines, Lezhishi obediently ate them one by one, but the quantity of these medicines was not small. In the end, he lost patience and took the last few pills in Song Yu's palm in one breath. Swallowing, bitter and choking, he leaned on the bedside, frowning.
Song Yu touched his forehead, feeling that he still had a low-grade fever, "I'm going to heat up the porridge. You can eat something and get a good night's sleep."
Le Zhishi took his hand, as if it didn't seem to let him go, but he just took it, and he was habitually considerate of Song Yu, and said okay in an obedient way.
"Soon." Song Yu patted his hand and went downstairs with the cold porridge.
Le Zhishi was the only one left in the room. He looked around the bedroom again, how pleasing to the eye, it was empty, but Song Yu always took him to IKEA. It’s better to go tomorrow, they No two of them have ever visited IKEA together.
Get well soon.
Le Zhishi was a little weak, so he took off the thin blanket and got into the quilt, wanting to rest for a while.
The quilt seemed to be brand new, fluffy and soft, and smelled of a very new fiber. His eyes moved to his own cuffs. The black striped pajamas, made of pure cotton, smelled of Song Yu's body.
He stunned for a while, then suddenly froze, and stretched out his arm to take a look.
No, he remembered that his pajamas were clearly gray-blue.
Le Zhishi opened the quilt and observed this large black pajamas.
It's really Song Yu's.
Le Zhishi buzzed his brain, touched the top button on the neckline, then lowered his head and pulled open the waistband to check. Fortunately, at least the underwear is his own.
When Song Yu came back with the porridge, he saw Lezhi lying on his stomach like a sleeping puppy, his face buried on the pillow.
"have you slept?"
Le Zhishi raised a hand and shook it at him.
"Then get up and eat porridge."
Song Yu sat down by the bed and forcibly turned Le Zhishi over his face, and found that his face was red, and his eyes were a little swollen after crying. They looked extremely pitiful. Song Yu stretched out his hand and gently touched his cheek, "Why is his face so red."
Le Zhishi could feel his ears burning. He was embarrassed to let Song Yu feed him again, so he took the initiative to pick up the bowl on the bedside table and took a bite. Obviously white porridge, but very sweet.
"Did you put sugar?" Lezhishi raised his eyes and asked.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to eat."
"It's delicious." Le Zhishi took a spoonful of spoonfuls, drank half of the bowl, and really couldn't eat it, so he handed it to Song Yu. Song Yu knew that Lezhi had a bad stomach, and didn't force him to eat too much. Let him drink a little warm water again, urging him to lie down to sleep.
"I still have some data to process." Song Yu leaned forward and touched his forehead. Lezhishi was looking forward to him kissing again, but Song Yu didn't. He just gently stroked his forehead to cheek, and finally Rubbed Lezhishi's earlobe.
"Just sleep."
This series of movements made Le Zhishi's body numb, as if a small electric current flowed under his skin, his brain became more dizzy, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Yu's hand.
"Can you not leave?"
Le Zhishi was very dissatisfied with today's rainy day. Without thunder, he couldn't find a suitable excuse, and he seemed very emboldened.
Song Yu stared into his eyes for a short while before he nodded. Le Zhishi hit the iron while it was hot and begged him to sleep with him, but Song Yu refused, on the grounds that they covered a quilt, there was a gap during sleep, and Lezhi would catch cold again.
"Then you take another quilt."
Unable to hold him back, Song Yu could only take out another quilt from another room and put it on the bed, took a shower by himself, put on a comfortable and clean white pajamas, and came in with his laptop.
Le Zhishi sat on the bed and slapped the empty quilt next to him twice with a happy face. Song Yu had no choice but to turn off all the other lights in the room, leaving only a small light beside the bed, then went into his own quilt and sat on the bed to work.
Le Zhishi, who wished to achieve his wish, shrank himself in his bed very dutifully, leaning on his side with only one head exposed, staring motionlessly at Song Yu's profile. Song Yu obviously didn't bring his glasses back, so he would squint slightly when reading the information. As long as he did such a movement, Lezhishi would put his face on Song Yu's quilt.
I like it so much, he wants to slow down.
Song Yu stared at the screen intently, "You still don't sleep, and you won't get better."
"Well, can I live here forever?" Le Zhishi moved closer to him.
"Yes, I'll go back."
Song Yu started to tease him again. Le Zhishi moved away from him a little sadly. Although Song Yu didn't look at him, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, "I lied to you."
"I've taken leave of absence for you, and you have no class for the weekend. You need to take care of it these days, or you may have an asthma attack."
Le Zhishi grabbed Song Yu's finger and gave a soft hmm.
It was late at night, the temperature dropped, and it was a little cold when Lezhi, and she shrank into the quilt again. Song Yu's work was handled similarly. He closed the computer, placed it on the cabinet, turned the lamp to the weakest level, and lay down.
Le Zhishi still looked at him as before, without making a sound.
"Is the cold medicine useless?" Song Yu also turned sideways, looking at Le Zhishi's light-colored pupils, "Why aren't you sleepy?"
"I don't want to sleep." Lezhishi quickly touched the upper and lower eyelids, and the thick eyelashes were illuminated by the lamp and turned into a fluffy brown. "You may leave after you fall asleep. There is a room next door Can you actually just rent a small room."
In this case, the purpose is too obvious, Song Yu's straight mouth curled slightly, "I won't go."
He said again, "It won't be anymore."
Le Zhishi nodded and smiled. When he smiles, his eyes will have very beautiful arcs, innocent, clean, and look no trouble. Song Yu is always in a daze, feeling that all this is not real.
When it was not true, he used to reach out and touch Lezhi to confirm his existence. This evening, he didn't know how many times he had confirmed it.
Just when he was in a trance, Lezhishi moved closer, although the quilt was separated, but the tips of the noses of the two were about to stick. His face was still red and hesitated, but still couldn't hide, "What about my pajamas before..."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, only to realize what his problem meant, "You have a fever and sweat a lot, and your clothes are soaked. I will give you a new one."
Le Zhishi pursed his mouth. Song Yu comprehended his little expression without any obstacles, tried to prevent himself from recalling the scene when changing clothes, and forced to put on a calm expression.
"You took a bath with me when you were three, you've seen it long ago."
Every time I am teased by Song Yu, Lezhishi has a vivid expression on his face, which can please Song Yu, even if Song Yu at this time is struggling with the lingering pictures in his mind. Le Zhishi said yes, yes, the allergic area started to itch again, and he scratched his arm a little irritably.
"Don't catch it." Song Yu found out, pressing his hand across the quilt, "scratching more and more."
"It's itchy." Lezhishi stretched out his arm and rolled up his sleeves. As expected, the inside of his wrist was red again.
Every time he got a rash, he was particularly uncomfortable. When he was a child, he liked to scratch and scratched it all at once. Adults would not listen to what the adults said. Only Song Yu would think of some way, such as cutting his bald nails. Le Zhishi was very afraid of cutting his nails. When he was a child, he sat on a small bench with Song Yu. Song Yu grabbed his hand and cut his nails carefully and coldly. Lezhishi was afraid that he would cut his nails. He always couldn't bear it. Live to shrink.
After cutting, scratching is not easy. When Lezhi is itchy, Song Yu can only feel it for him.
Just like now.
"It doesn't work to touch," Le Zhishi looked sad, "It's still itchy, or you can pinch me."
Song Yu glanced at him helplessly, "Why don't you say biting?"
"You can bite, as long as it doesn't itch." Le Zhishi emphasized with a brave expression of sacrifice.
"Row."
Song Yu pulled his arm to his lips and opened his lips. Le Zhishi thought he was really going to bite him, and hurriedly said before it happened, "Be lighter."
But he didn't. Song Yu lowered his eyes, holding Le Zhishi's wrist bone, and lightly kissed his rashed wrist.
Le Zhishi's heart beats very fast. He looked at Song Yu's beautiful face and saw the tip of his nose touch the skin of his arm when he kissed. He felt that his whole body was soaked in the sweet aftermath, creating a kind of worry for no reason. It’s not even sad for a rainy day.
If he didn't have a fever or sickness today, he would not dare to cry and tell the fact that he liked Song Yu, then when would he have Song Yu.
"Go to sleep." Song Yu turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness for an instant. He comfortably patted Lezhishi's quilt, "I will buy you yogurt mousse tomorrow."
After being quiet for a while, Song Yu thought that Lezhishi was finally sleepy, so he closed his eyes. Only three seconds later, his quilt was lifted, and Lezhishi arched in involuntarily, like a calf candy. Put it on Song Yu and hug his waist.
"I'm so cold." Le Zhishi raised his head, with a soft and light nasal sound, "Hold me to sleep."
He didn't want to stay alone in another quilt, unable to touch Song Yu. Only by skin contact can Le Zhishi feel full of security.
Song Yu stiffened for a second, unnaturally, "You are obviously hot."
"Because I'm sick." Le Zhishi hugged Song Yu's waist without letting go, and leaned to Song Yu's ear. "Brother, can't you sleep with him?"
When he called his brother, Song Yu's heartbeat was much faster, and Lezhishi would always have the ability to unconsciously master the gate of life. He turned his face slightly, and agreed with Lezhishi's request in a calm voice, "Yes."
Le Zhishi was very satisfied, and even took the initiative to kiss Song Yu on the cheek and then on the side of his neck, "Thank you."
"Be honest." Song Yu warned.
"I'm very honest." Le Zhishi said seriously, and then rubbed his arms again, trying to find the most seamless hug position.
Just when Le Zhishi tried to move around in his arms for the third time, Song Yu finally couldn't help but pressed Le Zhishi's back waist.
"You may have been a brother for a long time, and you can't change your mentality. I want to explain one thing." Song Yu's voice was a little dumb. "You are now lying in the arms of an adult male who has no plans for you. Trying to test people’s self-control. It consumes more than half when changing your clothes."
Lezhishi finally became honest and motionless. Song Yu didn't know whether he was asleep or not. Anyway, the face attached to his side of his neck was very hot, let alone moving, he was cautious even when scratching it.
After the threat, Song Yu made a very strict request, "Give me your hand."
Le Zhishi obediently complied. Song Yu grasped the outstretched hand and clasped his fingers forcibly.
"This is to prevent you from tickling again." Song Yu explained with a lot of leeway, and fell into a dream while holding the behaved Lezhi.
When he woke up the next day, Le Zhishi was holding Song Yu's pillow. He was a little confused, feeling that this pillow was deliberately stuffed into his arms. I touched my forehead and checked it. The fever has completely gone, but my throat hurts a bit and I don't want to go down.
"Song Yu..."
He yelled twice and Song Yu came in. He had changed his clothes, a black capless long-sleeved sweater and white trousers. He was very casual, "Did you sleep well?"
Le Zhishi nodded under the quilt, "I'm hungry."
But it shouldn't be hungry, it's noon. Song Yu took out a set of his own clothes for him, and let Lezhishi wash and change it.
"Go out for a walk?"
"OK."
When Lezhi went downstairs, his calves and waist were sore, as if he had been in a fight. He found that the house was indeed very good. In addition to the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was also a large balcony facing a large lake. It was sparkling and very beautiful.
"The shoes are a bit big." Lezhishi sat on the sofa, put on his shoes, and swayed his legs, feeling their feet empty, "like stepping on a boat."
When Song Yu came over, Le Zhishi thought he was going to laugh at him, but he didn't expect him to kneel directly in front of him, untwisting his shoelaces without saying a word, tightening them a little bit, and re-lacing him.
"So?" Song Yu raised his eyes and looked at him.
Le Zhishi was a little flustered at this glance, and he could only nodded in a daze, "It's much better."
So Song Yu lowered his head to help him put on another shoe, and pulled at his crooked socks, "I'm nineteen years old, and I don't know how to wear socks."
"It's not birthday yet." Le Zhishi quibbleed.
Song Yu stood up with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "You still know."
The two got together and went out. Song Yu drove him out of the community. Lezhishi opened a small slit in the car window, and the sweet-scented osmanthus-scented air came in at the end of September.
"There is a nice dessert shop over there."
"Eat cake?" Lezhi's eyes lit up.
"Yes." Song Yu stopped the car and unfastened the seat belt, "I promised you yesterday."
Le Zhishi followed Song Yu closely and saw himself reflected on the glass door of the dessert shop, wearing Song Yu's clothes like the last time he stayed overnight. But this time his mentality has changed again. Looking at himself like this, he has a strange feeling, as if his whole body is covered with the three-character [Song Yu's] label.
This small dessert shop is very beautiful, with lake-blue walls and some American country decoration. The glass windows are also designed in a circular style that pulls from the bottom up. Lezhishi liked this small window very much, so I chose a position by the window to sit down.
"Hello, a gluten-free yogurt mousse, a cup of hot Fu Rui Bai, and a cup of espresso." Song Yu ordered Le Zhishi to wait for him obediently, and he went to the pharmacy across the street to buy a thermometer.
The cut corner cake came up quickly, sprinkled with beautiful blueberries and raspberries, which looked very delicious. Le Zhishi picked up the fork and took a small bite. It really tasted better than Song Yu's description.
A pair of lovers sat diagonally in front of him, and the girl gave the boy a bite of cake, looking very sweet. So Le Zhishi put down the fork in his hand, ready to endure, wait until his brother comes back to eat.
He has to learn to talk about very strong love like others.
Song Yu bought a thermometer, and when he crossed the road, he saw Lezhishi's fluffy head in the small yellow round window. The phone rang suddenly, it was Lezhishi's phone.
"Why haven't you come back?" He seemed to wait a long time.
"Immediately." Song Yu walked towards him and stopped in front of the glass window.
The projected shadow made Lezhi react in hindsight. He raised his head and was very surprised to see his face, like a ghost, stretched out his hand and stuck it on the glass.
This time Song Yu didn't stick the glass like before.
"Let's hold it." Song Yu's voice was deep and gentle in the microphone.
He opened the glass window upwards and pressed Lezhishi's palms together, intertwining his fingers for a short while without any barriers.