Lovely Allergen

"...According to the latest news from the Municipal Meteorological Bureau, a red rainstorm warning was issued at [-]:[-] this morning. It is expected that there will be short-term torrential rain accompanied by strong convective weather such as thunderstorms and strong winds. Please pay attention to travel safety..."

The old TV in the breakfast shop broadcast the weather forecast, and the dusty blades of the fans whined and mingled with the cicadas in the bushes.Le Zhishi finished the last mouthful of vegetarian noodle soup, sweating from the heat.When I looked up, I saw the boss looking out of the shop with his hips crossed and sighed: "The weather is so hot, and there is a torrential rain. The weather forecast is really nonsense."

He also stood up, put his schoolbag on his back and went out, and got on his bicycle.There are large expanses of deep and light green in the field of vision, and the midsummer wind blows humid and warm air onto the face and body, and the skin seems to be covered with a sticky film.It was only early in the morning, and the heat hidden in the light had already begun to show its sharpness. The sunlight reflected on the glass building, making everything except the mottled tree shadows hot and white, as if the image was distorted.

It really doesn't look like there will be heavy rain.

When we arrived at the classroom, everyone turned on the air conditioner early, and Lezhi, who was sweating from cycling, suddenly entered the air-conditioned room, touched his arm subconsciously, sat down and opened his book.

The deskmate borrowed his English homework and praised his works for the Creative Festival.

"Thank you." Le Zhishi looked down at the notes and wanted to endorse, but he thought of the invitation he said to Song Yu when he was having supper downstairs last night, and he probably wouldn't take it to heart.

In fact, it might not even be called an invitation. He just took a sip while drinking mung bean soup. Today's creative festival will change a batch of student works, including his creative paintings and Jiang Yufan's photography works.But at that time, only Aunt Rong and Uncle Song expressed enthusiasm for understanding his works, and Song Yu drank quietly without saying a word.

Later, Le Zhi couldn't help it, and asked him again: "Brother, do you have a physical education class tomorrow?"

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

Le Zhishi said nothing.After a few seconds, he found another reason, saying that he wanted to read a certain book by Song Yu.

"It was borrowed." Song Yu replied.

I didn't really want to watch it at first, so Le Zhi nodded calmly, "Okay."

He just wanted to confirm whether Song Yu would take physical education class.

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

"It seems to be raining today." The tablemate copied homework at an amazing speed, and when he handed the exercise book to Lezhi gratefully, "Did you bring an umbrella, Lele?"

Le Zhishi came back to his senses and nodded, "I always have one in the drawer."

"That's good, but I don't think it's necessary. The sun is so bright today."

The air-conditioned classroom is like a big quick freezer, which cuts him off from the outside temperature. His thoughts are blunted and his physical senses become insensitive, making it difficult to perceive changes outside.Le Zhishi was afraid of the heat, so he didn't leave the classroom even a step.

Song Yu, who hated the high temperature more than him, had to leave the air conditioner during the third class, and went to the physical education class very sadly and passively.Although the sun was slightly smaller than in the morning, it was terribly stuffy, like a wet towel on the face.

Twist the air in this city, and I'm afraid it's all dripping water.

"I'll take up a better court in a while," Qin Yan put his arm around his shoulders, "Why don't you buy a Sprite first?"

Song Yu thought he was hot, so he pushed Qin Yan away, "It's hot, I don't want to hit him."

"No! How can you win if you don't hit me? You are a handsome male high school student, how can you not play?!"

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

Qin Yan's eyes were attracted by the works exhibition in front of him, "Did it change again today? Hey, this paper-cut is not bad... Isn't it from our sophomore?" Standing in front of a certain shelf, I was fascinated by it, and felt a little strange, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Song Yu turned his head and left with Qin Yan.

In the summer, they were still forced by the physical education teacher to run around the playground twice.After the run, Song Yu went to the vending machine on the edge of the playground, bought a bottle of ice water, took a few sips, and felt less bored.Qin Yan pulled a few boys to play three-on-three. Song Yu, who wanted a quick fight because the weather was too hot, played so hard that the three on the opposite side thought he had excess energy.

"Damn it, another one has been scored!" Qin Yan applauded Song Yu like a cheerleader fishing on the field.

When the ball hit the ground, Song Yu grabbed his collar and fanned it. Moist air flowed into his shirt.It seemed that the sky darkened in an instant, and the dark clouds quickly occupied the entire sky.

He stretched out his basketball-stained hand and spread it upwards, as if waiting for something.

"Song Yu, continue!"

"It's too hot." Song Yu turned and left the court, "I'm going to wash my face."

Qin Yan felt that he was baffled, "You like to be clean too much, you can't go later."

But he could never stop Song Yu, he could only watch. The strange thing was that he didn't go directly to the bathroom behind the football field, but walked out of the stadium surrounded by barbed wire.

Dark spots appeared on the light gray concrete floor, one after another.After leaving the playground, Song Yu walked faster, and then ran straight away.The sound of English reading in the teaching building passed through the lush trees, and Song Yu, who was wearing a white shirt, ran under the shadow of the trees, and finally stopped in front of a certain shelf in the exhibition area.

Panting slightly, he stared at the note on the shelf that said [Junior Second Class (8) Le Zhishi].

The rain started to fall, dripping on Song Yu's shoulders through the gaps in the clouds and trees.

Originally, he wanted to take it away, but suddenly he saw that his palm was stained with dust from the basketball, and it was very dirty.So he didn't touch the painting, held the wooden bar of the shelf, lifted it up, the side with the painting facing inward, and left the small empty square before the rain became heavier.

The rain drenched Song Yu's back, and the translucent white shirt wrapped the young man's slightly protruding 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, and then lowered his head to check whether the painting was wet.

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

The headline is - Nowhere.

Song Yu held the easel and went upstairs from another staircase away from Le Zhishi's classroom. The light on the stairs became dim, reflecting the reflection of memories in the faint water vapor in the air.

He seemed to see six-year-old Le Zhishi squatting under the eaves, pointing to the water that overflowed on the ground and almost submerged a step, and asked Song Yu: "Brother Xiao Yu, why does the ground flood when it rains? It’s not as good as the small tower I piled up with stones yesterday.”

At that time, Song Yu also tried to explain to him: "Because we have many lakes here, which can store a lot of water. But in order to build more houses, they filled the lakes into land, and they can't store water anymore."

Little Lezhi squatted on the ground and let out a long "oh".

"So it's the rain that has no home to go back to."

At that time, Song Yu just felt that Lezhishi didn't know anything, and he had his own strange understanding of how scientifically he explained something.

But at this moment, recalling his childhood memories, Song Yu still couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Most of these whimsical ideas that appeared in Le Zhishi's mind came from getting along with Song Yu day and night.

In the middle of the class, I suddenly heard my deskmate say that it was raining outside. When Le Zhi woke up from a dream, he remembered that his painting was still outside.He turned his head quickly, and pouted at Jiang Yufan who was sitting in the other group, showing a pitiful expression.Jiang Yufan, who also had the same work in the rain, also gave him a heartbroken expression, and then told him with body language and mouth movements to get it after class.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the glass windows were slapped by water droplets, dripping with transparent rain lines.Le Zhishi felt a little depressed, not entirely because his paintings might get soaked.

Rarely, when Le Zhi reached out to the drawer and took out the phone, the screen lit up, but there was no message displayed on it.

Song Yu didn't share his impressions with him, which means Song Yu didn't see it at all.

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

"I can't finish the papers, so let's stop here. After class, you correct the wrong questions, and continue the evening self-study..."

The teacher was still talking on the podium, but the moment the bell rang, Jiang Yufan rushed out from the front door of the classroom.Lezhi, who had been holding the umbrella all the time, was a little hesitant when he saw a few more people leaving, so he followed them and got out with his head down.

The door of class 8, junior high school was next to the stairs, and they ran down quickly, the wind blowing through the thick air.Seeing Jiang Yufan was about to rush into the rain, Le Zhishi yelled his name, opened the umbrella, and ran to the small square with him.

"My photos, my photos, my photos..." Jiang Yufan muttered all the way, and when he walked over, he found that every row of shelves was covered with a layer of transparent light blue tarpaulin. He was still worried, and took Le Zhishi to After checking, I saw the photo I took, which was completely covered under the rain cloth.

"Fortunately, they responded quickly, but my photos are already in plastic packaging, and your paintings are more dangerous, go and have a look." He pulled Le Zhishi's arm into it.

Le Zhishi's eyes also searched for his own painting, but when he really walked to the place where it was placed before, he found that there was an empty piece there.

"Where's my painting?" Le Zhishi murmured.

Jiang Yufan checked the left and right sides, and it was true that none of them belonged to Le Zhishi, and there was one missing in the middle, "Are you sure you are here?"

Le Zhishi nodded.

"That's weird. Let's find out."

The two looked at the rows one by one, but they didn't see Le Zhishi either.The exhibitions are arranged one by one, which is very regular, and it is obvious that there is one missing in this square of easels.

A small piece of Le Zhishi's heart seemed to be missing, as if someone had stolen it.He was calm on the surface, but his heart was devastated. Disappointed, he hurried back to the teaching building before the bell rang for the next class.

Jiang Yufan went up the steps one step at a time, walked to the third floor first, and said, "Why would someone steal a painting? It's such a big shelf, why don't you see it..."

He suddenly fell silent, changed the subject, looked at the corridor outside his classroom, and said to Le Zhi behind him, "There are a lot of people."

Le Zhishi also looked up, and there were indeed many people, "Why are they all gathered around the back door of our classroom..."

"Let's go and have a look." Jiang Yufan looked excited to watch the fun, and although Le Zhishi was in a bad mood, he still followed him.

When several classmates in the group first saw Le Zhi walking over, they smiled and waved at him, "Hey, isn't this Le Le?"

"Wow! You are amazing!"

Le Zhishi was at a loss, and the crowded people seemed to be dispersed for him.

On the back door of the classroom is his lost easel, the paintings on which are intact.It was raining so much outside that the painting didn't seem to get wet at all.

"Why did you come here?" Jiang Yufan asked the others, "Who brought it here?"

"I didn't see it. I saw it placed here when I came out of class for a stroll."

"You were the first one to come out and didn't see it."

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

Lezhi was still immersed in confusion when the class bell rang, and he finally moved the easel that disappeared and reappeared inexplicably back to the classroom and placed it next to the air conditioner.

It rained harder and harder, and it didn't stop all day.Near the end of the term, everyone chose to stay in the classroom for a lunch break at noon, and it was the same at Lezhishi. He was a little sleepy doing the calculations, and fell asleep on the table for half an hour. When he woke up, the rain was even heavier.Someone opened the door, and the sound of restless rain suddenly poured into the room isolated from the rain.

Lezhi was dazed and blinked slowly at the blackboard.

Jiang Yufan ran up to him, resting his hands on his desktop, "Lele, I know who made it for you, maybe it was a girl who had a crush on you, thinking about your painting, so she secretly brought it up for you .”

"Hmm..." Le Zhishi's eyes slowly focused, "Isn't she in class?"

"You can ask for leave." Jiang Yufan tapped his fingers on the table, "Look at this posture, it's not right to ask for leave to help you move the easel, how romantic." What a crush."

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

"Well, you're right."

A secret lover who is willing to save his paintings on a rainy day, this statement is much more reasonable than a flash of thought when he is happy to know.

Tens of seconds passed, the screen of the phone went dark, and calm returned.

The weather forecast finally came true once.

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

Le Zhishi was very grateful to the person who helped him move the paintings in his heart, but he was also worried about other people's works. During dinner, he saw the members of the student union who organized the creative festival moving the easels, so he also went to help.

Only his paintings are by his side.

The math teacher who had previously said that he was going to give the papers in the evening self-study couldn't say it temporarily, and the tutoring representative sent them a new set of papers to do.Everyone has become numb to the endless questions. The class leader sat on the podium to maintain discipline.

Le Zhishi was always focused on solving problems. He subconsciously put the end of the pen against his chin, poked it a few times, and thought of a problem-solving idea. Just about to write, suddenly thunder flashed, and his body trembled reflexively.

"It's getting bigger and bigger."

"I rely on this lightning to be scary."

Jiang Yufan looked out of the window, "...the power won't be cut off."

The squad leader patted the desk, "Quiet. Don't talk."

As soon as the voice fell, the bright classroom suddenly fell into darkness.

"Damn it, there's a power outage!"

"Jiang Yufan, you crow mouth!"

"Is it possible to leave school early!"

There were voices coming from other classrooms, and Lezhi's first reaction was to look in the direction of the high school teaching building, where it was also dark.

The squad leader tried hard to maintain order in the front and told them to keep their voices down. The class next door was obviously more difficult to manage than class 8, and the students all ran to the corridor.

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

The boys in the class started booing and chatting, talking about topics such as "we must leave school early" and "go to eat barbecue later".Some students took out small table lamps with USB ports, or flashlights of mobile phones, and did the questions against the light.

Le Zhishi also took out his mobile phone and wanted to finish this question. He just picked up the pen again when a white light flashed outside the window, as if tearing apart the night. engulf.This was a terrible omen for Le Zhishi, and he covered it with his hands.

Sure enough, a huge thunderclap appeared in the next second, and no matter how prepared Le Zhishi was, he was taken aback.

"Lezhishi, you are so old and you are afraid of thunder." The boy in the back seat teased him, "What's there to cover?"

Hearing such words, Lezhi put down his hands and tried to concentrate more on the questions.

The squad leader never came back, and the classroom became more and more chaotic, but he didn't go out anyway.

"I heard that our school has a generator, so it shouldn't stop for long."

"Really? Didn't you just leave school directly last time?"

Chatting, the sound of rain, the low voice of the female student in the front seat reciting books, mixed in the dark and damp classroom, but none of them could resist the moment of thunder.

A big question that is not too difficult, I stumbled when I knew it, and finished the last step of derivation.He finally felt that he didn't want to wait and endure any longer, picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and clicked on the dialog box with Song Yu.

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

While hesitating, he felt the dialog box move suddenly. Le Zhishi thought it was his own illusion, but when he looked down, Song Yu actually sent him a message.

[Brother Song Yu: The book you mentioned last night, the person who borrowed it has returned it to me, and I will return it to you when I go home. ]

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

But he never thought that this was also Song Yu's fear when he was worried about Lezhi after the first thunder fell, and after thinking hard for a long time, he found a suitable excuse to talk to him first.

It seemed natural, without too much concern, much like an ordinary brother's opening remarks.

White light flashed outside the window again, and Le Zhishi was clutching the phone, feeling that Song Yu had taken a lot of his attention, so he wasn't so flustered, but he was still afraid when the thunder fell.

He typed a line and clicked send.

[Le Zhishi: Brother, I'm a little flustered. ]

The monitor came back and opened the classroom door, "The teacher is not in the office, nor in the tea room."

The students in the class burst into cheers for a moment, but the conscientious monitor still didn't allow them to leave casually, "If you leave early, there will definitely be a notice, so wait first."

Le Zhishi received Song Yu's reply amid cheers and soft complaints.

[Brother Song Yu: There are so many people in the classroom, why panic? ]

After thinking about it, I felt that what Song Yu said was not unreasonable, so Le Zhi didn't know what to say for a while.

He didn't notice that the one at the top was typing, and after a few minutes, he couldn't help but send him another sentence.

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

After waiting for a long time, thunder struck twice, and the squad leader repeated for the third time not to make loud noises. Le Zhishi still did not receive a reply from Song Yu.

He thought, in Song Yu's eyes, he must be very naive, timid, and not making any progress.

Some girls went to the bathroom together and asked the class monitor for leave.When Le Zhi looked in the direction of the high school teaching building, he caught a glimpse of the dots of light in Song Yu's classroom, as if he had been bewitched by something.

He also asked the monitor for leave, because the image of a good student was easily allowed, but he didn't go to the bathroom, but went directly to the stairs, and came to the air 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 damp came towards him, slightly dampening his hair and shirt.The marble floor tiles of the corridor were covered with water and slippery.Le Zhishi walked cautiously with his head down, and saw his canvas shoes landed on the black floor tiles, rippling a circle of small shiny ripples.

He was actually aimless, without much self-awareness, as if he came here following 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 from Class 5 ([-]) leaving the classroom, Lezhi will put away his vocabulary and leave, and ride home first.

Song Yu was the one who didn't know and was passive.

Almost at the end of the corridor, Lezhi felt that he should stop.In an instant, lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating everything around him, and he raised his face, like a coincidence that only appeared in movies.

A figure stood at the stairway at the end of the corridor, and the face was lit by lightning.

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

In the darkness, 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, then turned around, instead of walking towards him and the corridor, he went to the bathroom next to the stairs.

Maybe it was bewitched by that imaginary look, or maybe it was knowing that thunder would soon come, so Lezhi stepped forward to follow.

The reflective floor tiles still have water ripples caused by him.

The moment the thunder fell, Le Zhishi shook his shoulders and pushed open the half-hidden door of the bathroom, as if stepping into a dark forbidden zone.He hoped that no one would know that he had come here, as if being knocked out that he and Song Yu appeared at the same time would frighten him, the same would be true if people knew about his relationship with Song Yu.

The bathroom was empty, with only a row of washing areas and a whole sink. Song Yu stood there, as if he had just washed his hands.

Le Zhishi opened his mouth in a low voice, called Brother Song Yu, and then made an opening speech unnaturally.

"...It rained too much today."

He realized ignorantly that many things had been foreshadowed before they happened.

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

It's just that he couldn't believe it, but it couldn't be avoided.

But this enlightenment is vague and ambiguous, and the current music knowledge is not fully understood.

Song Yu took a few steps closer to him.Lightning appeared again, illuminating the cramped room of several square meters. At that moment, Song Yu could clearly see Le Zhishi's face, his soft short hair, light-colored pupils, eyelashes, and the curls extending upward from the collar of his shirt. White as the neck of a porcelain vase, slender fingers, slightly raised tendons on the back of the hanging hand.

"Yeah." Song Yu gave a slow response due to distraction, and subconsciously said, "Why are you here?"

But his words were overshadowed by thunder.

I didn't hear it when I knew it, so I didn't answer it.His fear didn't need to be hidden in front of Song Yu, and he didn't have to worry about Song Yu laughing at his physical fear like the boys in the back seat, so Le Zhi took a few steps closer to Song Yu.

His shadow safely enveloped Le Zhishi.

Song Yu wanted to comfort him, to let him not be afraid, but he couldn't find a way.But Le Zhishi took his wrist first, grabbed his cherished watch, and then went up a little bit to hold Song Yu's forearm.

The wet skin was close to the palm prints, Le Zhishi's strength was very light, but it seemed to hold Song Yu's heart.

"You can give me a hug."

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

He was a little surprised, when he didn't raise his hand to hug Le Zhi back, but when Le Zhi buried his face in his collarbone, he wouldn't see his expression.He hugged Song Yu like he did when he was a child, even like every morning in the past, frank and natural.

But this is the first time that they had a hug that no one knew about in a dark corner of the school.

"It smells good on you." Le Zhishi said inappropriate words in a tone without evil thoughts, and put his arms around Song Yu's back, drawing stability from him.

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

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

But the thought was quickly drowned in the sound of rain, nailed into the soil by the rain.

When the thunder fell, Le Zhishi hugged him tightly. After a few seconds, he let go of it a little, and took 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, but I couldn't say that I was worried that he wanted to go over and have a look, but halfway there I felt stupid, so I stopped at the stairs.

"...Wash your hands." He replied simply.

Le Zhishi let out a soft oh, and felt Song Yu's slightly trembling chest through the shirt and shirt.

"But isn't there a bathroom on the fifth floor?" He thought, and asked directly.

Song Yu's voice became awkward.

"Happy time."

"You're not afraid of talking so much, are you?"

"No."

Le Zhishi hurriedly closed her lips, and then let go after two seconds.

"Hold me a little longer." He begged earnestly.