The last sentence was something Song Yu had never imagined.

His first reaction when he heard it was that he was hallucinating. In fact, Le Zhishi was talking about allergies and nothing else. After all, he was really not normal tonight. He even wanted to die while driving.

Faced with Le Zhi's emotional belonging, Song Yu never gave himself a chance to think about it. In such a large earth, the probability of two people meeting each other is very small, and they may even become relatives who can accompany each other throughout their lives.

What else is there to demand?

This kind of fixed thinking makes him very narrow-minded in his treatment of Le Zhi, always thinking that he grew up under love and care, very innocent and simple. Sometimes Song Yu even ignores what Le Zhi has lost and feels that he has grown up with love and care.

He should be happy.

When he grew up, Le Zhi broke down in front of him and cried bitterly. Song Yu felt so at a loss for the first time.

The hand on the back of Le Zhi's hand moved unnaturally, as if a very sad emotion was continuously transmitted from this connection and injected into Song Yu's heart.

He is indeed a failure. He is tough on the outside but weak on the inside.

Song Yu touched Le Zhishi's head, called his nickname in a very soft voice, and pulled him into his arms.

In fact, Le Zhishi didn't want Song Yu to see him cry or show him these vulnerable parts, but he was not a mature adult and his threshold was limited, so he could only endure this.

He buried his face in Song Yu's shoulder, and his tears were soaked in the fibers of his cotton shirt. After saying it, Le Zhi felt a lot more relaxed. He didn't have much hope in repaying the money, so he didn't expect anything in return. Song Yu was right

He has always been very nice, and he probably won't be as cold and decisive as he is when he rejects others. It's more likely that he is persuading.

The pain made him feel dazed and then awake again. He went through what Song Yu might say in his mind, and then convinced himself not to cry anymore. It looked ugly when he cried.

Song Yu's hand just patted his back gently. Just a few years ago, Song Yu would not comfort him like this, and would let him hold his hand in person and tell him to comfort him.

This is how you should shoot it.

Le Zhi couldn't help but feel sad. Looking back, he felt that he had been too aggressive. He seemed to be forcing Song Yu over and over again, forcing him to accompany him in thunderstorms, forcing him to accept his stay.

Next, he forced him to admit that he was his brother in front of everyone.

But now that he had broken their relationship so impulsively, how would Song Yu face it and how would he recover? He really didn't want to become Song Yu's trouble.

When I was happy, I started to regret it again.

But Song Yu's embrace is so intoxicating. It is the most powerful hallucinogen in the world. Even if he knows how many defeats there are in front of him, and even if he plunges headfirst into it, he will be dripping with blood, he can only smell scarlet.

A sweet rose scent.

Le Zhishi stopped crying. He was keenly aware that Song Yu's breathing and movements were hesitant and hesitant, as if he was about to say something. He was very scared, and before he could be pushed away, he grabbed Song Yu's back.

Sure enough, he heard Song Yu speak.

"Can you say what you just said again?" Song Yu's voice was very low, with a very rare uncertainty and confusion, as if he really felt that it was his problem. He didn't even dare to repeat what he heard.

This surprised Le Zhishi. He didn't know what kind of trick Song Yu was playing, or whether he wanted to laugh at his feelings.

"I said I like you." Le Zhishi buried her face and emphasized with a tearful voice, "It's true."

He felt Song Yu's body relax, and his chest rose and fell. He didn't know if he was scared. Le Zhi raised his head, looked at him with eyes swollen from crying, and called his brother in a low voice.

Song Yu couldn't tell whether he was sad or smiling. He took Le Zhishi's hand and gently touched the red rash on his arm with his fingers.

"Why are you still allergic..." His tone was weak.

Le Zhi thought, and sure enough, he still felt troubled and confused. Ever since he appeared in Song Yu's life, he had been constantly causing trouble for Song Yu.

It is clear that Song Yu did nothing wrong at all.

He heard rain outside the window, and the sound of pattering penetrated into the room. This house is really nice, and it is the style that Song Yu likes. The floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom cover everything, and you should be able to see a good view during the day.

.

As good as that turquoise stone. Le Zhishi said in his heart, at least the recipient of the first souvenir and the first user of this room are both himself.

"Le Zhishi." It seemed like a century had passed, and Song Yu was finally willing to talk to him. He lowered his eyelids and still held his arm with a solemn tone, "Some of what I want to say below may sound possible.

It will cause you to misunderstand, but I never wanted to trick you, nor did I want to question you, but I have to think more, understand?"

He frowned briefly and looked at Le Zhi from a distance of ten centimeters. He waited until Le Zhi nodded with red eyes before continuing, "You are sick now and have just finished your high fever. This is not the best time to make a decision."

.Have you thought about these things carefully, or are you actually confused and can't tell whether your feelings for me are family affection or..."

He hesitated for a moment before he said the word "love" with great difficulty. After saying that, Song Yu thought of something in hindsight, pulled up the khaki blanket covering the quilt, went around and put it on

Le Zhishi wrapped him around his shoulders.

"Can I answer now?" Le Zhishi coughed twice and tried to hold it back.

Song Yu nodded and looked into his eyes.

"I was confused, but I'm sure I can tell the difference now." Le Zhi lowered his head, stared at his slender fingers, and said in a nasal voice, "Song Yu, I'm nineteen years old."

Probably because his breathing was not smooth, these words sounded particularly soft. Song Yu couldn't bear to point out the fact that he hadn't celebrated his birthday yet.

Le Zhi felt that Song Yu didn't believe him, so he asked him again, "How do you think we should define love? You are my favorite person. I don't have the same feelings for anyone except you. I just want to be with you."

We are with you 24 hours a day. I like to hug you, and I want to hold your hand when I walk with you. When I was sitting on the pier and saw the couple kissing, I..."

His voice was lowered and he was a little unsure, "I want to kiss you too."

You should use more romantic expressions when expressing love.

But Le Zhishi couldn't do it. As a young man, he didn't have that much rich experience and couldn't find many touching words. He could only carefully and eagerly cut open the passionate love and show it to him. Song Yu was born.

Zhang has a face that everyone admires, but Le Zhi feels that he is just a poor child, and he is afraid that even if he spends all his money, it will be nothing, and in Song Yu's opinion, it is not precious at all.

But Song Yu raised his hand, touched and stroked his face. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't.

He was a little dizzy when he was informed and asked him: "Do you think I am sloppy?"

Song Yu shook his head, "No, I'm just surprised."

It would be surprising to anyone that a younger brother who grew up together would have such unreasonable thoughts.

"You..." Le Zhishi pursed her lips and swallowed back the question she wanted to ask. Cyan blood vessels were vaguely visible on her white and thin eyelids, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, "I just interrupted you, now you can continue

said."

It was raining heavily outside the window again. Le Zhi hoped that there would be no thunder, otherwise he would be even more embarrassed. Song Yu might not stay with him after hearing his confession.

Song Yu actually didn't want to see Le Zhishi's cautious look. When he heard these words, he was very happy on the one hand, but also felt frightened and uneasy. He felt that it was all caused by himself. Now Le Zhishi has given him these sweet things

, it was a cake that he personally fed to him many years ago. He could not predict what the future would bring.

"Lele." Song Yu held Lezhi's finger, "Why did you suddenly get angry when you heard that I was renting a house?"

Le Zhishi corrected him, "I'm not angry, I'm sad." Then he explained slowly, "They all said that you have someone you like. I thought you wanted to be like Senior Qin Yan, like other people.

People live together and then... avoid me like they did in high school."

"What kind of person do you like?" Le Zhishi couldn't help but ask.

Song Yu's broad and dry palm wrapped his hand and asked him the question again, "What do you think?"

Le Zhi lowered his head and weakly listed the conditions that he had thought about many times, "Be mature and independent. I won't pester you at every turn. Give you your private space... It's better to be beautiful." The last one.

He added it himself. He felt that Song Yu didn't care much about looks, otherwise Senior Nan Jia would have been very suitable.

He didn't realize that he had been frowning until Song Yu gently rubbed his eyebrows, "It seems that our aesthetics are really completely different."

Le Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him, her lips pursed unconsciously.

"Except for the last point, everything else is inconsistent." Song Yu looked at him with gentle eyes, "It's even the complete opposite."

Le Zhi didn't react, and even sniffed, a little disgusted with his orientation, "You actually like people who are childish, clingy, and love to pester you." It's no wonder that he has to like Senior Nanjia.

"Yeah. I like pretty idiots."

After Song Yu spoke frankly, he came closer and kissed Le Zhishi's forehead.

This unexpected action made Le Zhishi raise his head in fright. His hooded eyes opened wide, and he looked at Song Yu with a look full of surprise and confusion. He looked like a puppy that had been hit by an apple and blinked several times.

, did not understand what happened.

He called out "brother" very weakly, which was what he would do every time he didn't feel confident.

"At least don't call me that now." Song Yu smiled bitterly, "Don't remind me of this again."

"Since a long time ago, I didn't just want to be your brother."

He was walking on thin ice on the tightrope, struggling for too long. On one side was the pull of moral ethics, on the other side was the love accumulated over time, but no matter which side it was, it was an inexhaustible flaming lava.

Tears began to accumulate in Le Zhi's eyes again when he looked at him. Song Yu touched his eyes and said, "There is no one else, never."

He couldn't bear to feel sad when Le Zhi Shi said that as long as he stood aside and waved, Song Yu would jump directly. Years of worries and struggles were nothing compared to Le Zhi Shi's words of "Don't reject me."

No matter if he jumped, even if he made a mistake, he would stand in front of Le Zhishi and take the blame for him.

Le Zhi's mind went blank, his fingertips were numb, and he was even more confused than before. His physical weakness after the high fever made his thinking slow, and he frowned in fear. He didn't care whether he was childish or not, so he subconsciously asked him, "

Really?"

Song Yu nodded solemnly, "I can also answer the question you asked before you cried. I rented this house for you, not to avoid you, but because you are always sick, and it is inconvenient to take care of you in the dormitory, and it is too difficult to go home.

It’s far away, but I have to give you a place to rest.”

"The landlord just gave me the key the day before yesterday. In fact, I didn't go to the ground survey today. I came to decorate the room, so no one has lived here. The bowl is new and I bought it temporarily downstairs. I originally wanted to find an excuse during the weekend.

, I’ll take you to visit IKEA together.”
To be continued...