Alergen yang indah - Bab 106

“…According to the latest news from the Municipal Meteorological Bureau, a red rainstorm warning was issued at 7 o’clock this morning. It is expected that there will be short-term heavy rainstorms accompanied by strong convective weather such as thunderstorms and gales. Please pay attention to travel safety…”

The old TV in the breakfast shop broadcasts the weather forecast, and the dusted fan leaves whirring, blending with the cicadas in the bushes. Le Zhishi finished his last bite of the vegetarian soup powder, and his forehead was sweaty from the heat. Begitu saya melihat ke atas, I saw the boss looking outside the store with his hips sighed and exclaimed: “This horrible weather, panas sekali, and there is heavy rain. The weather forecast is really nonsense.”

He also stood up, walked out with his schoolbag on his back, and got on his bicycle. In the field of vision, there are large tracts of deep and shallow green. The midsummer wind swept the moist, warm air on the face and body, and the skin seemed to be covered with a thick layer of film. It was only early in the morning when the heat hidden in the light had already begun to shine. The sunlight reflected on the glass building, turning everything except the mottled shadows of trees hot and white, as if the image was distorted.

It’s really not like a weather with heavy rain.

When they arrived in the classroom, everyone turned on the air-conditioning early, and when they were sweating while riding a bicycle, they suddenly entered the air-conditioned room, touched their arms subconsciously, and sat down and opened their books.

The same table borrowed his English homework and praised his good-looking creative festival works.

“Terima kasih.” Le Zhishi looked down at his notes and wanted to endorse the book, but in his mind he thought of what Song Yu said to Song Yu when he had supper downstairs last night, he probably wouldn’t be invited by him.

Faktanya, it may not even be called an invitation. He just mentioned it while drinking mung bean soup. Hari ini, the Creative Festival will change a batch of student works. There are his creative paintings and Jiang Yufan’s photographs. Tapi saat itu, only Aunt Rong and Uncle Song showed enthusiasm for understanding his works. Song Yu drank quietly without saying a word.

Later Le Zhishi couldn’t help it, dan bertanya padanya: “Saudara laki-laki, do you have physical education class tomorrow?”

Song Yu nodded, and then asked him what’s wrong.

Lezhi said nothing. Setelah beberapa detik, he found another reason and said that he wanted to read a certain book by Song Yu.

“I was borrowed.” Song Yu replied.

I didn’t really want to see it, so Le Zhishi nodded calmly, “Oke.”

He just wanted to confirm if Song Yu would have a physical education class.

Because the route from the high school teaching building to the playground has to go through the small fountain square, the exhibition site of the Creative Festival.

“It seems like it’s going to rain today.” The speed of copying homework at the same table was amazing. When I was grateful and handed the workbook to Lezhi, “Did you bring your umbrella?”

Le Zhishi recovered and nodded, “I always have one in my drawer.”

“Itu bagus, but it doesn’t feel useful. The sun is so big today.”

The air-conditioned classroom is like a big quick-freezer, which isolates him from the outside temperature, his thoughts are dull, his body sense becomes insensitive, and it is difficult to perceive changes outside. Lezhi was afraid of heat, so he didn’t leave the classroom even one step.

Song Yu, who hates high temperatures even more than him, had to leave the air-conditioning in the third class and went to the gym class very mournfully and passively. Although the sun was a little bit smaller than it was in the morning, it was terribly dull, like a wet towel on his face.

Twisting the air in this city, I am afraid it is dripping with dripping water.

“I’ll occupy a better stadium for a while,” Qin Yan grabbed his shoulders, “Why don’t you buy a Sprite first?”

Song Yu felt that he was hot and pushed Qin Yan away, “Panas, I don’t want to fight.”

“Tidak! Berengsek, how can you win if you don’t fight? How can you not play for a magnificent male high school student?!”

He started begging again, all the way from the school building to the main road, and then to the fountain square where the fountain was closed.

Qin Yan’s sight was attracted by the exhibition of works in front of him, “Is it another wave today? Hai, this paper-cut is good…Isn’t it our second year in high school?” He looked fast, walked around and saw Song Yuting. In front of a certain shelf, I could see the gods, and felt a little strange, “Apa yang kamu lihat?”

“Tidak.” Song Yu turned his head and left with Qin Yan.

Di musim panas, they were forced to run two laps around the playground by the physical education teacher. After finishing the run, Song Yu walked to the vending machine on the edge of the playground, bought a bottle of ice water, poured a few sips, and felt less bored. Qin Yan pulled a few boys to play three-on-three. Song Yu, who wanted to make a quick battle because of the hot weather, played so fiercely that the three on the opposite side thought he was over-energy.

“Persetan, another one came in!” Qin Yan applauded Song Yu vigorously like a cheerleader fishing on the court.

When the ball hits the ground, Song Yu grabbed his collar and slapped it. The moist air flowed into his shirt. The darkening of the sky seemed to happen in an instant, and dark clouds quickly occupied the entire sky.

He stretched out his hand soiled by the basketball and spread it upward, seperti menunggu sesuatu.

“Song Yu, Yun Ziyue secara otomatis mengabaikan ancaman seperti itu!”

“It’s too hot.” Song Yu turned and left the court, “I’ll wash my face.”

Qin Yan felt that he was inexplicable, “You too love to be clean, you can’t go there later.”

But he could never stop Song Yu. He could only watch. The strange thing was that instead of going directly to the bathroom behind the football stadium, he walked out of the stadium surrounded by barbed wire.

Dark dark spots appeared on the light gray concrete floor, satu setelah lainnya. After getting out of the playground, Song Yu stepped a little faster, and then ran directly. The English reading in the teaching building passed through the lush trees, and Song Yu, mengenakan kemeja putih, ran under the shadow of the tree, and finally stopped in front of a shelf in the exhibition area.

He panted slightly and stared at the note on the shelf with [Lezhi Shi of the second day (8) kelas].

The rain began to fall, dripping on Song Yu’s shoulder through the gap between the clouds and the trees.

Originally wanted to take it away, but he suddenly saw his palm, stained with dust on the basketball, and it was very dirty. So he didn’t touch the painting, holding the wooden strip of the shelf in his hand, lifting it up, with the side pasted with the painting facing in, and leaving this small unmanned square before the rain was getting worse.

The rain wet Song Yu’s back, and the semi-transparent white shirt wrapped the young man’s slightly convex shoulder blades. He entered the stairway on the first floor of the junior high school, wiped the rain on his forehead with the back of his hand, then lowered his head to check whether the painting was wet.

Untung, he went in time, only the first few drops of rain were on the painting. This is a prosperous city in the rain painted by Le Zhishi, but like the double exposure technique of photography, the busy city reflects a faint lake.

The title is-nowhere to go.

Song Yu held the easel and went upstairs from another stairway far from Lezhishi’s classroom. The light on the stairs became dim, reflecting the reflection of memories in the faint vapor in the air.

He seemed to see the six-year-old Le Zhishi squatting under the eaves, pointing to the water that almost flooded the ground, and asked Song Yu: “Brother Xiaoyu, why does the ground flood when it rains? It’s not the small tower I piled with stones yesterday.”

Pada waktu itu, Song Yu also tried to explain to him: “Because we originally had a lot of lakes here, which could store a lot of water. But in order to build more houses, they filled the lakes into ground and couldn’t store water.”

Little Le Zhishi squatted on the ground and gave a long oh.

“So Yu has no home to go back.”

Song Yu at the time just felt that Le Zhishi didn’t know anything about it, and he had his own weird understanding of how scientifically he explained something.

Tapi saat ini, recalling his childhood memories, Song Yu still couldn’t help but curl his lips.

Most of the whimsical ideas that appeared in Le Zhishi’s mind came from the day and night with Song Yu.

Halfway through the class, I suddenly heard my deskmate say that it was raining outside. When I was Lezhi, I woke up like a dream and remembered that my painting was still outside. He quickly turned his head and narrowed his mouth at Jiang Yufan who was sitting in the other group, showing a pitiful expression. Jiang Yufan, who is also raining in the same work, also handed him a heartbroken expression, and then told him with body language and mouth to get it after class.

The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and the glass windows were beaten by water droplets, dripping with transparent rain lines. Le Zhishi’s mood was a little depressed, not entirely because his paintings might be soaked.

Jarang, Lezhishi reached into the drawer and took out the phone. The screen turned on, but no message was displayed on it.

Song Yu didn’t share his thoughts with him, indicating that Song Yu didn’t see it at all.

But he quickly rejected this inference, because even if Song Yu saw it, he would not share any thoughts with him.

“I can’t finish the paper, so let’s stop here. After class is over, you can correct the wrong questions and continue to study late…”

The teacher was still talking on the podium, but as soon as the bell rang, Jiang Yufan rushed out from the front door of the classroom. Lezhi, who had been holding the umbrella all the time, hesitated a little. Seeing a few more people walking, he followed them and went out with his head down.

The door of the second grade (8) class was next to the top of the stairs, and they ran down quickly, breaking the sticky air through their own wind. Seeing Jiang Yufan about to rush directly into the rain, Le Zhishi shouted his name, opened the umbrella, and ran to the small square with him.

“My photo, my photo, my photo…” Jiang Yufan muttered all the way, and he walked over to find that each row of shelves was covered with a layer of transparent light blue tarp. He was still worried and took Lezhishi to go. Setelah mengecek, I saw the photo I took, which was well covered under the rain cloth.

“Untung, they responded quickly, but my photos are already in plastic. Your paintings are more dangerous. Pergi dan lihat.” He took Lezhishi’s arm and went inside.

Le Zhishi’s eyes also searched for his own painting, but he really walked to the place where he had placed it before, only to find that there was an empty space there.

“Where is my painting?” Le Zhishi murmured.

Jiang Yufan checked the left and right sides. It was indeed not from Lezhishi. There was just one missing in the middle. “Are you sure it’s here?”

Le Zhishi nodded.

“Ini aneh. Let’s look for it again.”

The two looked at this row one by one, and they didn’t see it at all. The arrangement of the works in the exhibition is very regular, and it is obvious that there is one missing in this easel array.

It seems that Le Zhishi’s heart is also missing a small piece, as if he had been stolen. He was calm on the surface, and desperate inside. Dalam kekecewaan, he rushed back to the teaching building before the bell of the next class.

Jiang Yufan stepped up the steps in two steps, first walked to the third floor of the stairs, dan berkata: “Why would someone steal the painting? Then-it’s such a big shelf, I just can’t see it…”

Mendadak, dia terdiam, changed the conversation, looked at the corridor outside his classroom, and said to Lezhi behind him, “Many people.”

Le Zhishi also looked up. Memang, many people said, “Why are they all around the back door of our classroom…”

“Ayo pergi, pergi dan lihat.” Jiang Yufan looked excitedly at the excitement. Although Lezhishi was in a bad mood, he still followed him.

When several classmates in the group first saw Lezhi walking by, they smiled and waved at him, “Hai, isn’t this Lele?”

“Wow! Kamu luar biasa!”

Lezhishi was at a loss, and the crowds seemed to be scattered for him.

Placed at the back door of the classroom is his lost easel, with the painting on it intact. It was raining so heavily outside that the painting didn’t seem to be wet at all.

“Kenapa disini?” Jiang Yufan asked the others, “Who brought it here?”

“Saya tidak melihatnya, I saw it here when I walked out of class.”

“You didn’t see it when you first came out.”

Jiang Yufan scratched his hair, “We ran directly to the stairs from the front door.”

Le Zhishi was still immersed in confusion, itu merepotkan, and he finally moved the easel that disappeared and appeared inexplicably back to the classroom and placed it next to the air conditioner.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it hasn’t stopped all day. Towards the end of the term, everyone chose to stay in the classroom for lunch break at noon. The same was true at Lezhi. He was a little sleepy with his calculations. He slept on the table for half an hour. Ketika dia bangun, the rain was even heavier. Someone opened the door, and the room isolated in the rain suddenly poured into the restless rain.

Le Zhishi was dazed and blinked slowly at the blackboard.

Jiang Yufan ran up to him and put his hands on his desk, “Lele, I know who helped you get it. Maybe it’s the girl who has a crush on you, thinking about your painting, so she secretly helped you move it up. .”

“Hmm…” Le Zhishi’s eyes slowly focused, “Is she not in class?”

“You can ask for leave.” Jiang Yufan tapped his finger on the desktop, “Seeing that this posture is wrong, ask for a leave to help you move the easel. How romantic.” Setelah dia mengatakan itu, katanya pada dirinya sendiri, “But there are no traces left. What a crush.”

Le Zhishi lowered his head and glanced at the phone in the drawer. There was more news, but there was still no name he wanted to see.

“Sehat, Anda masuk akal.”

A crush who is willing to save his paintings on a rainy day is much more reasonable than a flash of thought in Lezhishi.

Setelah puluhan detik, the phone screen dimmed and calm was restored.

The weather forecast finally worked.

The heavy rain seemed to fall endlessly, the sky was much darker than usual, the window lattices were seeped with water, and the leaves of the broad-leaved trees outside the window were soaked by the rain, as if to drip with green juice, the ground was submerged, and the leaves of the creeper in the high school teaching building were shaken. .

Le Zhishi was very grateful to the person who helped him move the painting, and was worried about other people’s work. Sebelum makan malam, he saw the student union member who organized the Creative Festival moving the easel, so he followed to help.

Only his paintings are by his side.

The mathematics teacher who said that he would study the papers in the evening was temporarily unable to say so, and the representative of the entrusted class sent a new set of papers for them to do. Everyone was numb to the endless questions. The monitor sat on the stage to maintain discipline. The students in the audience bowed their heads to do the questions, and a few people spoke very quietly.

Le Zhishi was always focused on solving problems. He subconsciously put the end of his pen against his chin and poked a few times. He thought of a problem-solving idea. Ketika dia hendak menulis, suddenly thunder flashed and his body shook reflexively.

“The lower it gets, the bigger it gets.”

“I’m so scary with this lightning.”

Jiang Yufan looked out the window, “…There will be no power outages.”

The monitor patted the desk, “Diam. Jangan bicara.”

Begitu suara itu jatuh, the bright classroom suddenly plunged into darkness.

“Persetan, listrik padam!”

“Jiang Yufan, you crow’s mouth!”

“Can I leave school early!”

Other classrooms also heard voices, and Le Zhishi’s first reaction was to look in the direction of the high school teaching building, where it was also dark.

The squad leader worked hard to maintain order in front, so that they all kept quiet. The class next door was obviously more difficult to manage than the eighth class, and the students all ran into the corridor.

“I went to the office to find a teacher, and you are not allowed to go out.”

The boys in the class started booing and chatting, talking about the topics of “must leave school early” dan “go to barbecue later”. Some students took out a small desk lamp with a USB interface, or a flashlight from a mobile phone, and quizzed with the light.

Le Zhishi also took out his mobile phone and wanted to finish the problem. Just as he held the pen again, a white light flashed outside the window, as if torn the night, it was as bright as day for an instant, but soon it was dark again. tertelan. This was a terrible sign for Le Zhishi, and he covered it with his hands.

Tentu saja, there was a huge thunder in the next second, and no matter how prepared Lezhishi was, dia kaget.

“When you are Lezhi, you are still afraid of thunder when you are so old.” The boy in the back seat teased him, “What is there to cover?”

Mendengar ini, Lezhishi put down his hand and tried to focus more on the problem.

When the monitor did not return, the classroom became more and more chaotic, but somehow he did not go out.

“I heard that our school has generators. It shouldn’t be stopped for long.”

“Betulkah? Didn’t school just leave last time?”

Small talk, the sound of rain, and the low endorsement of the female classmate in the front seat were mixed in the dark and humid classroom, but they could not resist the moment of thunder.

A big problem that is not too difficult, Lezhishi stumbled and stumbling, and finished writing the last step of derivation. He finally felt that he didn’t want to wait any longer and endured, he picked up the phone, unlocked the screen, and opened the dialog with Song Yu.

He wanted to tell Song Yu that he was scared, but he thought of the jokes made by the boys in the back seat, and felt that he was very shameless.

Setelah ragu-ragu, I felt that the dialog box suddenly moved. Lezhishi thought it was his own illusion. Melihat ke bawah, Song Yu actually sent him a message.

[Big Brother Song Yu: The book you said last night has been returned to me by the borrower, and I will return it to you at home. ]

He didn’t expect it to be such a topic, it was an excuse to be caught temporarily by him.

But he didn’t even think that this was also what Song Yu found a suitable excuse to talk to him first after he was worried about Lezhi when he was afraid after the first thunder.

It seems natural, without too much care, much like the opening remarks of an ordinary brother.

A white light flashed outside the window again, and Le Zhishi clutched his phone, feeling that Song Yu had taken away a lot of his attention, so he was not so flustered, but he was still afraid when the thunder fell.

He typed a line and clicked send.

[Le Zhishi: Saudara laki-laki, I am a little panicked. ]

The monitor returned and opened the classroom door, “The teacher is not in the office or in the pantry.”

The classmates burst into cheers for an instant, but the dedicated monitor still didn’t allow them to leave casually, “If you leave early, there will definitely be notice, tunggu.”

Le Zhishi received Song Yu’s reply in cheers and whispers.

[Big Brother Song Yu: Why are there so many people in the classroom? ]

Setelah memikirkannya, I feel that Song Yu’s words are not unreasonable, so Lezhishi didn’t know what to say for a while.

He didn’t notice that the one at the top was typing. Setelah beberapa menit, he couldn’t help sending him another sentence.

[Le Zhishi: I’m still a little scared. ]

Setelah menunggu lama, I hit thunder twice, and the monitor repeated the third time not to make a loud noise. Lezhishi still did not receive Song Yu’s reply.

Dia pikir, in Song Yu’s eyes, he must be very naive, pemalu, and not at all growing.

A girl went to the bathroom together and asked for leave from the monitor. Le Zhishi looked at the direction of the high school teaching building and caught a glimpse of the light in Song Yu’s classroom, as if he was bewitched by some kind of bewitching.

He also asked for leave from the monitor because the image of a good student was easily allowed, but instead of going to the bathroom, he walked directly into the stairway and came to the sky corridor connecting the two teaching buildings.

The outside world was slightly brighter than the classroom, and the wind mixed with the smell of rain and humidity came towards him, slightly wet his hair and shirt. The marble floor tiles of the promenade are covered with water and very slippery. Le Zhishi walked cautiously with his head down, and saw his canvas shoes falling on the black floor tiles, causing a small circle of bright ripples.

Faktanya, he is aimless, without much self-consciousness, as if he came here by inertia.

This is where he quietly waits for Song Yu to leave get out of class every day. But his waiting is one-sided. He won’t really wait until Song Yu, when he sees someone out of the classroom in the second grade (5), he will put away his vocabulary book and leave, and ride home first.

Song Yu is the one who is unaware and passive.

Hurry up to the end of the promenade, Lezhi Shi felt that he should stop. Dalam sekejap, lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating everything around him, and he raised his face, like a coincidence that only appears in a movie.

A figure stood at the entrance of the stairs at the end of the corridor, and his face was illuminated by lightning.

Le Zhishi felt that he had made a mistake and froze in place, but the figure still did not disappear after the lightning passed, and it was indeed Song Yu.

Dalam kegelapan, his eyes seemed to be bright, and he looked over. I don’t know if it was Le Zhishi’s self-suggestion, he felt that Song Yu seemed to give him a look, dan kemudian berbalik, instead of walking towards him and the corridor, he went to the bathroom next to the stairs.

Perhaps he was bewitched by the imaginary look in his eyes, or perhaps he knew that thunder would soon be coming, and Lezhishi stepped forward to follow.

The reflective floor tiles are left with water ripples caused by him.

At the moment when the thunder fell, Le Zhishi shook his shoulders and pushed open the concealed bathroom door, as if stepping into a dark restricted area. He hoped that no one would know that he came here, as if he was hit by someone and appeared at the same time with Song Yu would make him panic, and being known that his relationship with Song Yu is the same.

The bathroom was empty, with only a row of hand-washing areas and a whole drainage trough. Song Yu was standing there, seemingly just finished washing his hands.

Le Zhishi spoke in a low voice, called Song Yu’s brother, and then proceeded unnaturally.

“…It’s raining too much today.”

He was ignorantly aware of the fact that many things actually had warnings before they happened.

The weather forecast clearly placed the coming heavy rain in front of him, warning and warning.

It’s just that he can’t believe it, but he can’t avoid it.

But this enlightenment is vague and ambiguous, and the current Lezhi is not yet fully understood.

Song Yu approached him a few steps. Lightning appeared again, illuminating the few squares of the cramped room. Pada saat itu, Song Yu saw Le Zhishi’s face clearly, his soft short hair, light-colored pupils, and eyelashes, extending upward from the shirt collar. The neck is as white as a porcelain bottle, with slender fingers and slightly raised ribs on the back of the hanging hand.

“Ya.” Song Yu responded dullly because of his distraction, and then subconsciously said, “Mengapa kamu di sini.”

But his words were covered by thunder.

Le Zhishi didn’t hear it, so there was no answer. His fear does not need to be hidden in front of Song Yu, and there is no need to worry that Song Yu laughs at his physical fear like a boy in the back seat, so Le Zhishi took a few steps closer and leaned in front of Song Yu.

His shadow safely trapped Le Zhishi.

Song Yu wanted to comfort him and let him not be afraid, tapi tidak ada jalan. But Le Zhishi took his wrist first, grasped his precious watch, and moved up a little further, holding Song Yu’s forearm.

The damp skin is close to the palm lines, Lezhishi’s strength is very light, but it seems to hold Song Yu’s heart.

“You can give it a hug.”

His tone was tentative, but his actions were very direct, as if he was worried about being rejected by Song Yu, so he hugged Song Yu first. The metal nameplate on the neckline of the shirt seemed to accidentally touch Song Yu’s nameplate. The faint collision sound in the dark night echoed in Song Yu’s ear for a long time.

Dia sedikit terkejut. He didn’t raise his hand to hug Lezhi, but when Lezhi buried his face in his collarbone, he would not see his expression. He embraced Song Yu like when he was a child, even like every morning in the past, frank and natural.

But this is the first time that they have completed an unknown hug in a dark corner of the school.

“You smell so good.” Le Zhishi said something out of place in a nonchalant tone, holding Song Yu’s back with his arm, and drawing stability from him.

Song Yu was a little awkwardly silent, but when thunder appeared, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched Lezhishi’s head from behind, and the other arm was also lightly leaning against his back, as if he didn’t intend to. Use a little bit of effort to circle Le Zhishi.

A strange reverie flashed through his mind for a moment, and he felt that they were now like middle school students who were in a puppy love.

But this idea was soon drowned in the sound of rain, and was nailed into the soil by the rain.

Le Zhishi hugged very tightly when the thunder fell. Setelah beberapa detik, he loosened it slightly and let out a deep breath in Song Yu’s arms.

“Why did you come down?” He asked Song Yu softly.

I didn’t know how to respond, I couldn’t say that he was worried that he wanted to go over and take a look. Setengah jalan, he felt stupid, so he stopped at the stairway.

“…Wash your hands.” He answered simply.

Le Zhishi let out a soft cry, and felt Song Yu’s chest vibrate slightly across the shirt and shirt.

“But isn’t there a bathroom on the fifth floor?” Dia pikir, dan bertanya langsung.

Song Yu’s voice became awkward.

“Lezhishi.”

“With so many words, you are not afraid anymore, Apakah kamu?”

“Tidak.”

Le Zhishi hurriedly closed his lips, then released them two seconds later.

“Hold for a while,” he pleaded earnestly.