[Brother Song Yu, seeing the words is like seeing the face. I heard this traditional Chinese romantic saying from my father recently. It feels very strange. Every time I receive your letter, I have this illusion, as if I have already met you.

Many times. Waiting is really not an easy thing. You can’t believe it. Since I couldn’t receive your letter last month, I even bought a ticket to fly to China, but I was in a taxi.

I woke up again. Because you said that you really hope that the first meeting after we grow up is for you to meet me.

I heard from Dad that you will come in the summer, and I can take you to the pasture to see the newly born lambs. My small garden will have a lot of flowers blooming by then. There are also white cliffs and coastlines. We can ride a bike to see them.

I really hope it will be summer when I wake up tomorrow.]

In the summer when he was eighteen years old, Song Yu and his parents boarded a flight to London. The flight lasted 11.5 hours and it was already 19:00 when they arrived. However, in this high-latitude country, the days are exceptionally long and the night has not yet fallen.

The streets are still bustling.

Le Yi and Olivia made a special trip to pick up their family of three. Although they hadn't seen each other for several years, Song Yu felt that they had not changed much, and Le Yi was still chatting and laughing.

"Xiaoyu's head is moving so fast. Last time I went back to China to see you alone, it seemed that you weren't that high yet."

Song Jin smiled and said: "It's the time to grow. Your family has half of the European and American genes. I'm afraid it won't grow faster."

Olivia can already understand most of the Chinese and speaks English with an accent.

Le Yi also waved his hand, "My little guy doesn't grow as fast as your son, at least..." He checked visually, "About half a head." After that, he said in a tone of don't blame me, "

Le Zhishi had an early holiday, so he packed a lot of things and went to the holiday cabin. After all, it was more comfortable than an apartment or a building, and it had a garden that he liked. I originally asked him to pick you up today, but he was temporarily called by the owner of a nearby ranch.

Help take care of the lambs.”

He shrugged, "You know, he can't walk when he sees small animals."

Song Jin and Lin Rong both laughed and told anecdotes about chasing squirrels in the park when they were children. They laughed and got in the car, switching topics naturally, like good friends who get along every day, without any unfamiliarity.

In the car, the only person who felt sorry was Song Yu.

After all, the guy who once wrote in his letter, "When you come, I will pick you up personally" did not come.

His brother, with whom he exchanged letters every month, was actually no better than a little lamb.

Song Yu leaned on his seat, looked out the window at the bustling city passing by, and said with relief in his heart, maybe it was a large group of lambs.

The last time he and Le Zhishi met was a very distant memory. At that time, Le Zhishi was only about three or four years old. Later, Le Yi and his wife tried to take him back to China many times to play, but they failed due to various reasons. Most of them failed.

It was because of Le Yi's work relationship. What impressed me deeply was the time when Song Yu was eleven years old. He was waiting for them to arrive with great anticipation, but in the end he was unable to get on the plane because of Le Yi's sudden allergy and asthma attack.

Very different from the modern efficient and fast way of making friends, the relationship between Le Zhishi and Song Yu is maintained by handwritten letters. This idea came from Le Yi, who is romantic by nature. He believes that mobile phones and chat software are the worst things in the world.

Invention, omitting the process of thinking and waiting, showing everything to each other, is not even as tender as a phone call.

Writing letters is good, he said. When writing letters, you will think and consciously word your greetings carefully. Because you cannot touch the sounds and images, you will put all your emotions on the paper and words.

Here, emotions are also fermenting while waiting.

On the other hand, he believed that even if Le Zhishi grew up in the UK, he still needed to master the ability to write Chinese. There was no one more suitable to be his sparring partner than an elder brother who was far away in his motherland.

They made a very weird but interesting agreement that each other could only write letters to each other, and any other way of communication was considered cheating.

So they started exchanging letters with Le Zhishi when Song Yu was very young. The frequency was basically once a month. At first, Le Zhishi couldn't even write Chinese characters. Even with Le Yi's guidance, he preferred to use straight words.

Bai's paintings were communicated with Song Yu. He first received a text letter from Le Zhi when he was ten years old.

[Brother Song Yu, your name is really difficult to write.]

Obviously there is only this sentence, thirteen words, but Song Yu read it over and over again for a long time and found it extremely cute.

Later, Le Zhishi began to become more and more proficient in Chinese writing. He would even quote some sentences from the books he had read, showing off his Chinese proficiency like a little peacock. Slowly, he began to tell Song Yu about himself.

He confided to Song Yu unreservedly all the big and small problems he faced while growing up, as well as the confusion and confusion in adolescence.

Perhaps because they are far apart, they feel a sense of security and beauty. This secret connection between the two of them over a long distance allows them to grow up with each other, but they also have endless curiosity about each other.

"It's a little late now. You guys will be very tired due to jet lag, so I won't drive there." Le Yi drove them back to their house in the suburbs of London and arranged for them to rest. It was a very warm and beautiful part of the townhouse.

The apartment has two floors. Olivia arranged for Song Yu to stay in Le Zhishi's room.

She opened the door and showed the furnishings to Song Yu in English for convenience, and prepared toiletries for him. "He has a bit of a childish personality, so there are many things in the room, so don't mind."

There are many books inside, and there is also a plant picture book that he has spread out on the carpet. On the drawing board is a half-painted still life oil painting. There are also many plants, ornaments and Lego. It is full, but it looks full of life.

Song Yu said calmly: "I should ask him not to mind if I stay here for one night."

"He doesn't mind. This is even his suggestion, because he thinks the guest room is too small." A smile appeared on Olivia's face, "But he said you have mysophobia, please ask me to clean the room before you come.

But I finished my work too late and didn't have time." She said, opening the closet, "Xiaoyu, you go downstairs to have something to eat first."

Song Yu stood beside the bed, lowered his head slightly, and scanned the light blue bed, which looked very clean and soft.

"Don't bother." He said to Olivia who was about to get busy.

I thought jet lag would be very torturous, but Le Zhishi's bed seemed to have a magical power that could make people fall asleep quickly. Song Yu lay down and looked at the six small pots of plants on his windowsill and his unfinished work.

painting, smelling the light aroma of plant roots, cream and wood mixed in the fluffy quilt, and fell into a groggy dream.

There was always a subtle sense of offense in sleeping on his bed before meeting him in person. When Song Yu was folding the quilt the next day, he had this thought in hindsight.

He turned around and saw Le Zhishi's desk with many sticky notes posted on it. The font he wrote in English was easily reminiscent of the way he wrote Chinese. It had a common sense of delicacy, but Song Yu didn't take a closer look, feeling that

Not appropriate. Even though this unsuspecting guy had the entire room handed over to him.

After breakfast, they drove to their resort, which is a rural area one hour's drive from London. It is located in the south of England, close to a seaside town. Compared with the unpredictable weather in London, Le Yi said

, which has the best sunshine in the UK.

When they were about to arrive, Olivia made a call. Song Yu seemed to be looking at the scenery outside the car window unintentionally, but the subtle sound coming from the phone caused some magnetic interference to him.

He seemed to hear Le Zhishi's voice, but it was distorted and unclear.

He heard Olivia calling him by his English name, Joey, and sweetheart, but he couldn't hear clearly what Le Zhi said on the other end. This made Song Yu a little irritable for no reason. Summer in the temperate maritime climate is not so

The hot, moist summer wind passing through the car window blew on my face, feeling soft and moist, much like the way Le Zhi wrote the letter.

[Brother Song Yu, I heard that it has been raining for a long time over there. Coincidentally, it is the same in London. It rained suddenly yesterday evening. I was soaked all over. I was in a bad mood at first, but suddenly I thought of you.

At this moment, it may also be in the rain, which creates a very sweet mood, feeling that you and I are actually very close.

As always, I hope you can come earlier, I'm here waiting for you.]

As the car drove into the town, there were large green broad-leaved trees and honey-colored and dark gray country houses scattered on the short-pile carpet-like green lawn.

"We're here." Le Yi parked the car in front of a three-story holiday cottage. They got out of the car and went around to the trunk to get their luggage. Song Yu carried a black box and followed Olivia into the house. There were white roses planted in the front yard.

There are unnamed short trees, and there are tea tables and a few rocking chairs on the lawn. The door of the house is open, the living room is decorated warmly, and there is an unscrewed bottle of sunscreen, a light blue baseball cap and a box on the table.

The iced milk was opened, and a red cotton short-sleeved shirt was placed on the back of the chair.

"He must be in the backyard." Olivia said firmly.

There was the sound of water in the backyard, and Song Yu heard it. He felt as if the wooden floor under his feet had turned into driftwood in the bay, and his senses became more sensitive.

The sun fell on Song Yu's face the moment he stepped out, and his vision was a little blurry. Under the bright sunlight, everything looked like an overexposed film. He squinted slightly, and a light purple hydrangea bush appeared. Among the grass blades, a

The snow-white back is looming, and there are water columns rising in the air, a transparent arc faintly accompanied by a rainbow.

"Joey!" Olivia put her waist down to stop him, "You used the garden hose to take a shower again!"

The water column disappeared in an instant, and the sound of rushing water also stopped.

A frightened face turned around among the hydrangea bushes. The wet hair under the sun was glowing with golden halo. The eyes were large and as transparent as gems.

Seeing the words is like seeing the face.

It turned out that the more than a hundred letters I had seen were not worth the shock.

But Le Zhishi, who was scolded, quickly turned his head away. Then, Song Yu heard a long-drawn-out, very cute sorry, and saw his snow-white back covered with a large gray bath towel, emerging from the bushes.

The other end comes out.

He was barefoot on the soft lawn, with a pair of white legs, wearing a pair of navy blue swimming trunks, and a bath towel on his body, but his white belly and arms were still not covered, and his wet hair was pushed behind his ears, revealing a pair of wet hair.

The eyebrows look more innocent after water.

"This is the brother you look forward to every day." Olivia introduced her deliberately in a teasing way.

Le Zhishi wiped his hand with some embarrassment, stretched out his hand to Song Yu, and shook his hand. The cold and warm body temperatures blended and passed, and Le Zhishi's drooping eyelashes were stained with water drops, making him tremble slightly.

His voice was also very nice, as if he had deliberately spoken in Chinese for the sake of solemnity, calling him "Brother Song Yu" with a slight accent.

In an instant, many letters written by Le Zhishi flashed through Song Yu's mind, including long paragraphs of intimate complaints and childish showoffs. They corresponded one-to-one with the person in front of him, creating a kind of concrete sweetness.

The corners of Song Yu's mouth raised a slight arc, and in a deep voice, he quoted Le Zhishi's catchphrase "lovely" with a hint of joking, held hands and said to him: "lovelytoseeyou."

The tips of Le Zhishi's ears seemed to have been pinched by someone, showing a translucent red color in the sun. He let go and said he was going to change clothes, then ran all the way into the house and took away the red shorts on the chair.

sleeve.

There was a childishness full of vitality all over his body.

We met again in Song Yu's room on the third floor. He was packing his luggage when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. When he turned around, he saw Le Zhi standing by the door, wearing the red top that made him shine white and a black pair.

Shorts. He walked in naturally. His blow-dried hair was fluffy and slightly curly brown.

"You are different from what I imagined." Le Zhishi skipped the opening remarks and stood directly in front of him, looking at him with eyes full of curiosity without any scruples.

Song Yu put down a piece of sun protection clothing in his hand, looked at him, and asked calmly: "What's the difference?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Le Zhishi's lips, he swung his arms nervously twice, held his hands again, breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely: "He is much more handsome than I thought."

Seeing that Song Yu seemed unmoved by such compliments, Le Zhi asked again, "Do many people praise you for your good looks? Do many girls in your school invite you to the graduation prom to be their male partner?"

"

Song Yu hung up the last piece of clothing and said with his back to him in a casual tone, "There is no graduation prom, so there is no such thing as a male best friend."

Le Zhi clearly showed a look of relief, "That's really lucky."

Song Yu turned around and saw that he was already sitting on his bed, with his two long thin white legs stretched out and swaying gently, as if he was very happy.
To be continued...