Lovely Allergen

It has been two months since Miyoshi announced the results.Lezhishi was very happy when he saw the list on the bulletin board.That whole day, his mind was full of two sentences, "My brother won the award" and "Of course my brother will win the award", repeating the cycle.

Autumn here is the same as spring, it lasts no more than two weeks, and sometimes it even changes from summer to winter in one day. The only tenacious trace of autumn is the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the whole city, which lingers in the cold autumn wind.

In the small yard of Yang and Qizhe, two large sweet-scented osmanthus trees were planted, a golden osmanthus tree with a bright yellow color, and a red osmanthus tree with a redder color. During the monthly vacation, Le Zhishi and Song Yu were called by Lin Rong to play Osmanthus fragrans.

The two of them were called up early in the morning. Coincidentally, they were also wearing the same sweater that Lin Rong bought last year. Song Yu's was black, and Le Zhishi was milky white.

Surrounding the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, Lin Rong spread a large piece of clean tablecloth on the ground, and the two boys tapped the branches with thin bamboo poles, and the golden crumbs fell in the fragrance.Le Zhishi has liked to do this since she was a child. Although other flowers are also fragrant, osmanthus is different. Its aroma is sweet, and it seems to be connected with the taste.

"Enough is enough," Lin Rong smiled and put away a cloth full of sweet-scented osmanthus, "There is not much left, let's save some to smell the fragrance."

The two of them stopped, Song Yu put away the bamboo pole, turned his head and saw that Le Zhishi's fluffy hair was covered with sweet-scented osmanthus, yellow and clear, like a soufflé covered with maple syrup.He stretched out his hand silently, and the end of the bamboo pole wobbled from behind, and finally hit Le Zhishi on the back of the head.

Le Zhishi suddenly covered his head and turned around, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on his head followed, but he still saw the bamboo pole Song Yu took back, "Knock me."

Song Yu didn't intend to admit it at all, the bamboo pole was retracted behind his back, his hands were behind his back, and he didn't speak.

"Aunt Rong, brother hit me on the head." Le Zhishi ran after her, and the bamboo pole in her hand fell to the ground, kicking up a field of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Lin Rong smiled helplessly: "Hey, be careful stepping on flowers!"

He didn't step on the flower, but he stepped on a corner of the tablecloth when he ran over. When he knew it, he slipped, and he staggered forward, but was caught by Song Yu.

The sweet fragrance filled his arms, and those tiny petals hidden in the fibers of Song Yu's sweater were also knocked out by Le Zhishi's fall, like little thoughts splashed out, unnoticed.

"Stop making trouble." Song Yu held his elbow and helped him stand up.

"You were the one who made trouble with me first." Le Zhishi had to be reasonable and not forgiving.

Song Yu glanced at him, "I want to remind you that there are many flowers on your head."

"You are not the same."

In the end, the two bowed their heads together and patted the sweet-scented osmanthus off their heads.

There were two large pots of flowers collected, and there were many dead flowers and flower stalks in them. The mother and son sat on the table in the empty restaurant and began to pick them, chatting along the way.The petals are only the size of a grain of rice, and the flower stalks and stalks are even finer. When I was happy to pick them, my eyes were dazzled, but it seemed that I couldn't finish picking them all.

"I know why this is delicious," Le Zhishi turned his neck, "It's not the flowers that are delicious, but the time."

"This sentence is very good." Lin Rong was a little surprised, but also a little emotional, "The time spent makes the food more delicious. In fact, it's not just about making food, but everything."

Song Yu thought of the "Little Prince" that he had read to Le Zhishi when he was a child. I'm afraid he didn't remember it, but the words and sentences of these books before going to bed still remained in his mind.

[You spend so much time on your roses, that's what makes your roses so important. ]

Sometimes he wondered if this was also their relationship.Those time and companionship that have been paid have become sunk costs that cannot be parted now.

The picked sweet-scented osmanthus is in a big pot, washed and dried, beautiful and clean.Lin Rong sprinkled a little salt and osmanthus and mixed well to remove the astringency, while Song Yu and Le Zhishi used boiling water to sterilize the glass jar.The treated flowers are divided into two parts, one half is used to make candied sweet-scented osmanthus, and the other half is used to make sweet-scented osmanthus syrup.

The method of candied sweet-scented osmanthus is very simple. Put a thick layer of sweet-scented osmanthus in the glass jar, and then put a thick layer of white sugar, so that they are staggered, pour a little white wine on top of the white sugar, cover it, and wait Take it home and refrigerate.

"So much sugar." Le Zhishi stared at the glass jar, his face was reflected in the glass tube.

"You have worked so hard in school, you should eat more sugar."

Lezhi couldn't help but think of Senior Xu Qichen who had dinner with him last time.

He looks like he needs to eat more sugar.

The method of sweet-scented osmanthus syrup is Japanese-style. White wine of equal weight and fine sugar are mixed with three times the amount of water and boiled until slightly thick. Lin Rong scooped up a spoonful and gave Le Zhishi a taste. Pour in.

"I want to give a bottle to Senior Xu Qichen."

Hearing Le Zhi suddenly say such a sentence, Song Yu glanced at him, as if asking why.

Before Le Zhishi could answer, Lin Rong, who was stirring the syrup, also remembered the speech, and asked Song Yu, "Those two children also won the award."

"Yeah." Song Yu squeezed half a lemon and washed his hands again.

"Last time I heard from you, I felt that Xiao Xu was a pitiful child." Lin Rong couldn't help but sighed, "This kind of thing happened before he went to high school. If it were any other child, he would definitely not be able to go to school."

Song Yu didn't answer, his first reaction was to give Lin Rong a look.Lin Rong realized something, and turned the words back, "But this kid is smart, and he will definitely be the material of Peking University and Tsinghua University in the future."

But this did not divert Le Zhishi's attention. As Song Yu expected, he asked very directly, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Song Yu helped his mother pour out the sweet-scented osmanthus syrup, and said in a flat tone, "He got into a car accident after the high school entrance examination and was seriously injured."

Parents also passed away.

"So..." Le Zhishi thought of Xu Qichen's peaceful appearance at dinner that day, and he was only as old as himself when the car accident happened.But he couldn't say the word "really pitiful", because he didn't like such words, and he felt that Xu Qichen would not like to hear them either.

Lin Rong changed the subject and pushed the lemon juice and the wine glass in front of him, "Alright, Lele, I'll leave the finishing touches to you. I've done the last thing before accompanying your uncle on a business trip."

According to Le Zhishi's request, pour three spoons of lemon juice and two spoons of orange liqueur into the boiled syrup, and pack them in each jam jar, which is considered a success.

When the sun came out in the afternoon, Le Zhishi and Song Yu sat on the stone tables and chairs in the small courtyard, one reciting classical Chinese silently and the other doing problems.Lin Rong brought out a pot of hot black tea with lemon slices and sweet-scented osmanthus syrup. Le Zhishi drank two large cups and ate a small plate of fried fresh milk dripped with syrup. She was very satisfied.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing Le Zhishi did was to see if his sweet-scented osmanthus had melted together. As soon as he opened the refrigerator, the white sugar that had been layered before had melted.

"It's amazing." He whispered to himself, and then unscrewed the jars one by one according to Lin Rong's previous instructions, and stirred the sweet-scented osmanthus inside.

They worked hard all morning to make six small pots of flowers that a big tree had worked hard for a year.

The night before the couple's business trip, Le Zhishi enthusiastically distributed his gifts, "I gave one of these two cans of sweet-scented osmanthus to my senior, and I gave the other to my friend."

"What about your syrup?" Lin Rong asked.

"Give the syrup to Brother Song Yu!" Le Zhishi had planned for a long time. Song Yu's room also had a refrigerator. He put all the syrup in his place, so he could find an excuse to go to Song Yu's room to drink tea.

He was a man of action, so he went upstairs with the syrup in his arms, and prepared to stuff it all into his refrigerator while Song Yu was away.

When he opened the door, he suddenly found that Song Yu's refrigerator, which was usually empty, had a row of yogurt.

It still tastes like cheese.

Going to school on Monday, Le Zhishi brought sweet osmanthus, and was careful on the way, for fear of breaking the glass bottle, and prepared to give it to his best friend Jiang Yufan at school.

After the monthly exam, their class changed seats again. Now Lezhi sat in four groups by the window, and Jiang Yufan sat in one group by the window.The morning self-study came early, and seeing that the window of Jiang Yufan's seat was open, and no one had arrived, he stood in the corridor and opened his schoolbag to take out the jar.

The incandescent lamps in the classroom illuminate the candied sweet-scented osmanthus crystals, which is very attractive.

Jiang Yufan's tablemate's eyes lit up when he saw it, "Wow, what is this? It looks delicious."

When Le Zhi was about to speak, he was suddenly hit on the back, almost knocking off the glass jar in his hand.Pain in his back, Le Zhishi put down the jar and frowned and turned around, seeing four boys surrounding a small male classmate, pushing and shoving towards the bathroom.

"Don't talk to them." Jiang Yufan said to Le Zhi at the same table, "Wang Jie in the class next door is a bastard. That short guy is a kid who skipped a grade in their class. He seems to be called Cheng Mingming, and he is always bullied."

"Why?" Le Zhi asked, brows still frowning.

"I heard that his family has money, and his grandparents took it with him. I don't know how to tie the knot. Some bastards in his class are always blackmailing him."

Jiang Yufan's tablemate was very disdainful, "If you have the ability to single out the big ones, what's the ability to bully children who have no parents to care about. Isn't it?"

"You're right." Le Zhishi took his schoolbag and put it on Jiang Yufan's desk, then turned and went to the bathroom.It was not good to see Jiang Yufan at the same table, so he opened the window and wanted to call him, "Oh no, happy to know the time!"

He didn't look back in a daze, Jiang Yufan was puzzled at the same table, this student is notoriously good-natured, why is he so brave today?But he didn't dare to follow, in case something happened, he wouldn't be able to pick it off.

There were a lot of people crowded in the bathroom, and there was a watchman standing at the door, when Le Zhishi passed by, he was stopped directly, "What are you doing?"

"Wash your hands." Le Zhi said.

"I'll wash it later." The other party also recognized him, after all, he was also a celebrity in junior high school, so he couldn't speak too harshly, "Didn't you read it?"

Le Zhishi looked innocent, "What's the matter?"

The other party was obviously choked by his words, and glanced back in embarrassment. Le Zhishi took this opportunity to push his arm away, and the other party quickly pulled, but was thrown away by Le Zhishi.After all, every time Le Zhishi compares his height, Song Yu is the reference object, so he always feels that he grows slowly, but compared with the boys in the same grade, his height is also dominant.

"What are you doing?"

Standing in the middle with a fierce face is probably the Wang Jie mentioned by Jiang Yufan's tablemate, and he was thinking about it when he knew it.Calling by name always seems to respect the other party, after all, he doesn't want to fight, let alone cause trouble.

"Student Wang Jie."

Sure enough, as he expected, Cun Tou turned his head and looked at him repeatedly, "What's the matter?"

Le Zhi nodded, like a human-shaped alarm clock, "There are still 15 minutes until morning self-study."

"I fucking want you to remind me? You are a good student?" Wang Jie said harsh words, but he turned around, "Don't worry about your own business."

Seeing that his own reminder didn't have the desired effect, Le Zhishi sighed inaudibly, and said more bluntly: "Don't bully your classmates."

"You thought you were acting in a school drama." Wang Jie sneered dissatisfiedly, "Don't think that some little girls take you seriously, what the hell." The student in the corner, "Are you familiar with him? Is this helping you to show you off?"

The few people who followed him also came over, as if they were going to block Le Zhishi, but Le Zhishi opened it, he went forward and directly helped the student who was shrinking on the ground, and found the bottom of the child's trousers pocket They were all turned out and exposed outside, so they looked up at Wang Jie, "You give him back his money."

Wang Jie got annoyed all of a sudden, and pushed Le Zhishi hard, "What are you, you dare to meddle in my business!"

Le Zhishi's shoulder blades hit the wall, causing him to frown again in pain, but he didn't want to get entangled with such people, not to mention that they were so numerous, he would definitely suffer in a fight.

Since he was a child, he knew that he didn't do anything to show off when he was a child, which was very strange to him.When encountering things that he doesn't know what to do, his habit is to imitate, imagining how he would deal with it if it was Song Yu.

The child who was beaten was very frightened and shivered behind Lezhi.Le Zhishi tried to make himself look calmer, like Song Yu always said, "If you just hit someone, it's fine. If you go to the teacher, it can be said to be a small conflict between classmates. But if you don't pay back the money, It’s robbery, and you can call the police.”

After finishing speaking solemnly, Le Zhi pointed outside again, "Look, many people saw it in the corridor, and there was a camera at the corner. There is a lot of evidence to report to the police." After finishing speaking, he blinked , and asked Wang Jie, "Have you been to the police station?"

Wang Jie's face changed suddenly. Although he was called a gangster by everyone, he was a third-year junior high school student. Panic, "Fuck, I'll see if you dare to call the police!"

Being bullied, Cheng Mingming was so frightened that he ran to hide behind Le Zhishi, and Le Zhishi held his arm tightly, "Even if he dares not, I can take him there, anyway, I just need to make a confession."

In fact, he has never been to the police station, and he doesn't understand the process, and the confession and so on are all seen in TV dramas, but he sees that Wang Jie is just a paper tiger, so let's scare him first.

"You!" Wang Jie choked hard, cursed, turned around, and ordered to his "little brother", "Give it to him, just pay the money back so fucking seriously."

The younger brother threw the two 100 yuan and one fifty yuan he had snatched on the ground.Le Zhishi bent down and picked them up for him, one by one, "Do you see if there are any missing?"

"Less fart!"

Hearing Wang Jie swearing, Le Zhi only frowned and ignored him. Seeing Cheng Mingming shook his head and said in a low voice, he felt that the matter was almost settled, so he helped the frightened child out.That Wang Jie felt that his face was dull, and his mouth was still dirty after the work was over, "It's really fucking unlucky..."

Le Zhishi didn't bother to talk to her, she didn't stop walking, and when she reached the door, she heard another sentence.

"Your mom's dead that's why you're so nosy, fuck."