Lovely Allergen

Lezhishi said okay with almost no hesitation.

He always asks for Song Yu.

In fact, Lezhishi is an easy-going personality and rarely thinks about if. Because for him, if imagination is a cruel thing, what is lost is lost. The more beautiful the imagination, the more cruel reality is. So he accepted the fact that he had no parents very peacefully, and he also accepted that he could not do many things with allergies and asthma. Because as long as the acceptance is easy enough, it doesn't seem to be a pity.

But being held by Song Yu, Le Zhishi is very eager to have a if, even if the time can't go back to before the age of three, it doesn't matter if he can't regain his family, he is not greedy, just a little earlier.

Knowing Song Yu's heart earlier would not let him wait so long alone.

"You said, if we hadn't grown up together, would you still like me?" Le Zhishi nestled in Song Yu's arms very attached and asked him.

Song Yu nodded, "Yes."

"Why?" Lezhishi couldn't think of too many things that would fascinate Song Yu, but he could find some more reasonable reasons. "You think I look good and my personality is alright, don't you?"

Song Yu seemed dissatisfied with the descriptions of "not bad" and "okay". He didn't understand why his perception of himself was always inaccurate when Lezhi was a child, and he was clearly sought after by many people when he was a child.

"You are the best-looking person with the best personality I have ever seen, but these are just a small part of your shining points." Song Yu's tone is very calm, making him even rare exaggerated praise. It is weighty, and it is impossible to question it. "You are a loved one, and it is reasonable for me to like you."

Besides, no one is like Lezhishi, with a heart only on him, releasing light and heat to him irrespective of return.

Obviously tolerated it for a long time, Koke Zhishi finally cried, but tears, almost no sound.

After growing up, crying has also become a luxury. It is embarrassing and private. You cannot shed tears anytime and anywhere. It is best to be alone. After crying, it is best not to find out. Not to create an emotional burden on anyone is the basic rule of adult life.

But for Lezhishi, Song Yu is a secret time capsule. In his arms, when Lezhi grows up, he can always be a crying child who wants to cry.

When Song Jin came back, Le Zhishi returned to a relatively mature appearance. He made tea for Song Jin sensibly, and chatted with him uncompromisingly. From anyone’s point of view, they looked like a pair of non-essentials. Father and son who don't talk.

Song Jin has the habit of bringing gifts to his family no matter where he goes, everyone's is different. Sitting in the living room and unpacking gifts is one of Lezhishi's favorite activities.

What he got this time was a book written by Obisachs, Chief Justice of the South African Constitution, which explored the process of constitution establishment and republic reform from the perspective of South Africa, discussing human rights, freedom and equality. Song Jin likes to buy books for his two children, especially when he is Lezhi, he will read it by himself every time, pick out the ones he thinks is good, and write the three words "Gift Zhi Shi" on the title page, which is old-school and traditional. A sense of pampering.

"I have read it and think you will like it very much." Song Jin took a sip of tea. "I used to think you weren't very suitable for studying the Fa. You are too soft and kind, but I read this book. The prejudice has been reversed. Now I think you are very suitable. This line requires empathy, kindness and justice." His expression of compassion was slightly proud of him, as if he was pleased with the change in his mentality.

"Really?" Le Zhishi was also happy, and got a kind of approval from Song Jin that was similar to his father's, which was very important to him.

In the growth path of more than ten years, Song Jin has acted as a half-father, working hard for their lives, giving them a very solid material foundation and emotional backing.

"Yes." Although Le Zhishi didn't really ask, Song Jin still gave him a definite answer. He put down his teacup and leaned on the sofa to look at the painting on the wall. "I sometimes think it might be because of you. You grew up with me. The environment of our home definitely has an influence on your personality. That's why you are so gentle. If you grow up with Le Yi, you may be more cheerful, maybe you are also a little adventurer."

Song Jin only showed a complicated smile on his face when he talked about Le Zhishi's father. The corners of his mouth were raised, but his eyes were sad.

"He might dislike me for teaching you too conservatively." Song Jin said with a smile, "If he was he, he would probably take you to climb the mountain and snorkel, teach you skiing, but if you are not healthy, I am not at ease. He If you want you to play those, I must have a big fight with him, let him be honest and learn to be a reliable dad. I said this when you first gave birth, and he must have annoyed me. ."

While speaking, Song Jin fell into silence, staring at the clear and transparent tea soup in the teacup, and finally patted his knee, "Stop talking, I'm going to eat, I'll go see what Xiao Rong made today is delicious. of."

Looking at Song Jin's back, Le Zhishi fell into a sense of sadness, but not because of herself.

Perhaps for him, his father only existed for three years, and he couldn't establish a solid emotional foundation and memory archive during his infancy, but for Song Jin, his father was his close friend who grew up with him, and he was like brothers and sisters. The presence.

He doesn't know if his father is a reliable father, but he must be a very good friend.

The dinner table is still warm. Lin Rong bake a large sea salt Oreo cream cake. Oreo is also homemade. The top is a variety of berries that Lezhishi loves to eat. The cake base is baked with rice flour and almond flour. The chiffon made is fluffy and soft, with a hint of nutty fragrance.

"This is the recipe I tried four times. You absolutely like it. It's more fluffy than the cakes sold outside, and the texture is very delicate. Try it soon." Lin Rong cut the largest piece to Lezhi, "This year is ours. Lele’s birthday is at the beginning of the tenth year in the last year. It must be smooth, healthy and healthy."

Song Jin nodded, "Yes, next year will be the 20th weakest crown."

Lin Rong slapped Song Jin, "Weak characters are not good, we must be healthy and strong."

"Health is easy to say," Song Yu shook his wrists and arms that were thinner than him when he held Lezhi, "it's hard to say strong."

"I'm quite strong, I have abdominal muscles." Le Zhishi lifted the hem of his clothes to show Song Yu, but suddenly thought of something, he quickly tore it off, eating with red ears.

"Good abs, your brother’s abs is good." Lin Rong divided the cake and sat down, "Hurry up, this rice cake is delicious, I will promote it in Yang and Qizhe after your birthday. Made into small pieces, the name is Lele Sea Salt Oreo Chiffon Cream."

"This name is a bit long."

"Hahaha seems to be."

Picking up the fork and eating the first bite of the cake in laughter, Lezhishi suddenly discovered a fact that he hadn't paid attention to for many years.

For Chinese families, the dining table is a very special and sacred place. Adults often say "eat first, and then talk about it after eating." "Don't say unhappy things at the dinner table." No matter how difficult life is, the dining table is precious. Utopia. Everyone sharing food is also sharing each other's lives.

In the Utopia of the Song family, there is no wheat.

Only Le Zhishi is allergic, but for more than ten years, the four of them have eliminated this seemingly indispensable allergen for him.

If you don't fall in love with your "brother", Lezhishi will be the happiest child in the world.

In the evening, Song Jin watched the game and Lin Rong started knitting sweaters again. Lezhi Shi brought a cup of hot milk to the sofa and leaned on Lin Rong’s shoulder gently, watching her knit a pair of very thin sweaters. Thread. Song Yu took the book and walked over, and sat on the sofa next to him to read.

"It's strange." Lin Rong raised her eyes and moved her shoulders to show Le Zhishi to see, "Your brother didn't actually practice in retreat today."

Le Zhishi glanced at him, and it happened to meet Song Yu's eyes when he raised his head. He had a guilty conscience, but he felt very happy to be together as a family.

"Maybe my brother missed you." Le Zhishi leaned on Lin Rong's shoulder again.

"Really?" Lin Rong hooked the wool with her little finger, her expression was a little coquettish, "I don't even want to tell me, then how do I know if I miss me?" After she finished she deliberately winked at Song Yu," Learn from your dad, people who have a long mouth just want to talk."

Suddenly, Father Song, who was focused on watching the game, didn’t even hear the content, so he grabbed Lin Rong’s shoulders and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong with Xiao Rong?”

Le Zhishi and Lin Rong both laughed, Song Yu looked irrelevant and took a sip of the hot milk Le Zhishi had brought.

"It's nothing, I am teasing your son." She stopped her movements, and slapped Song Yu. "You talk about you, this look, this temperament, if you are half as tender and considerate as your dad The gods are all taken down by you."

Lezhi Shi was a little embarrassed for no reason and did not dare to make a noise. Song Yu, who was drinking milk, choked with these words. He coughed twice. The expression on his face was slightly stabilized. He lowered his head and turned the book, calmly saying: "Comrade Song Jin has good looks and temperament, gentle and considerate. No one can let the gods descend, let alone me."

After hearing this, Lin Rong didn't come over at once, and then she thought about it wrong, and put her hands on her knees. Seeing this posture, Le Zhishi immediately got up and touched her back, "Auntie Rong is a fairy."

Lin Rong kicked Song Jin with her foot, "Your son ridicules me every day, don't you care about him?"

The live broadcast was approaching the match point. Song Jin couldn't bother to look around. He only listened to a general idea. He took his wife's shoulder and kissed her on the head, "Well, you are the queen mother."

Lin Rong pushed him away, "What to do, look at your ball."

Le Zhishi smiled crookedly on the sofa, and saw that Song Yu's mouth was also smiling. For a moment, he felt that their lives were really good, and hoped that the time would stop at this moment.

Seeing Song Yu still laughing, Lin Rong was angry and funny, and finally let out a long exclaim, "I think it's too picky for my family's Xiaoyu. I really don't want to look down on the gods, so I don't know what to look at?"

Le Zhishi pretended to be dead all the way, thinking that Song Yu was the same, but he did not expect that he opened his mouth and looked down at the book, with a calm and breezy look, "Forget the gods."

"You can try it when the angel goes down."