Lovely Allergen

Chapter 47: The Last Night

Yue Zhishi's body subconsciously tensed.

So letting others borrow your lap as a pillow can make you so nervous. He couldn't help thinking of his childhood — he seemed to have constantly slept on Song Yu's legs, and he would always sleep particularly well.

Now that the roles were reversed, Yue Zhishi felt it was an interesting experience. At the same time, he felt a subtle sense of responsibility and didn't dare move at all, worried Song Yu would be uncomfortable and wouldn't be able to sleep.

He lowered his head and looked at the light hand Song Yu had rested on his knee. His fingers were very long, each joint clearly defined. It was the nicest looking hand Yue Zhishi had seen since he was a child.

And the most important thing was — he was still wearing that old watch.

Yue Zhishi couldn't help but have a slight sense of regret. If he'd known Song Yu would always keep wearing it, he would've earned more at that time and bought gege a better, more expensive watch.

The car moved calmly, but they had just entered rush hour. It was very noisy outside, so Yue Zhishi mimicked how Song Yu soothed him to sleep, placing his own hand softly onto the side of Song Yu's face, and looked outside.

The clouds wrapped around the setting sun turned into a gentle and soft pastel orange colour.

The sky was like a bowl of clear , slightly yellow with a large piece of grapefruit flavoured marshmallow floating on top.

Song Yu woke up when they were close to home. He pulled off his cap and very quickly fixed up his hair before putting it back on and stretching his neck. He woke up so coincidentally that Yue Zhishi wondered if he had truly fallen asleep.

"Did you sleep well?"

Yue Zhishi's urgent enquiry was like a newly downloaded app immediately asking for user feedback and rating.

Song Yu only looked out the window, not looking at him.

"It was fine."

He couldn't really hear any tone to those words, but Yue Zhishi was already very happy despite his legs being a bit numb.

All four of them sat together in a rare family dinner and celebrated Yue Zhishi surviving the the difficult college entrance exams. Song Jin couldn't help but drink some alcohol, and as he ate, he started talking about Yue Zhishi's father. His face was flushed, and he almost started crying — luckily, both Yue Zhishi and Lin Rong were there to gently calm him down, so he didn't actually cry.

"Yue Yi would've died laughing if he saw you like this." Lin Rong returned back to her seat, giving Song Jin a bowl of soup. "How old are you?"

Song Jin gave a long sigh. "The last few days, I've been talking to Yue Yi in my office every day, telling him to protect Le Le and to not have anything bad happen. Everything needed to go smoothly."

His office desk still held a photo of the two of them, taken during high school.

Hearing this, Song Yu asked, without any expression on his face, "Did he talk back to you?"

Yue Zhishi cracked up, laughing until he collapsed onto Song Yu's shoulder. "If he did, then that'll be a spiritual photo."

"But everything went so smoothly for you this time. It didn't rain during your exams — really such good luck." Lin Rong couldn't help but emotionally sigh, "If Yue Yi and Olivia knew about this, they would definitely be very happy. Ah, that's right." Lin Rong seemed to suddenly remember something, abruptly getting up and leaving the table. She held a photo album when she came back, and the photos inside were individual photos of Yue Zhishi when he took part of that interview last time during the school celebrations.