It had already been two months since the results of the city's top three universities were announced. When he saw the list on the bulletin board, Leshi was extremely happy. That whole day, his mind was filled with two sentences: "My brother has won the prize" and "Of course my brother will win the prize."

Repeat the cycle.

Autumn here, like spring, only lasts for two weeks. Sometimes it even changes from feeling summer to feeling winter in one day. The only trace that stubbornly proves the existence of autumn is the scent of osmanthus throughout the city, which lingers in the cold autumn wind.

There were two large osmanthus trees planted in Yanghe Qizhe's small yard, one with golden osmanthus and one with redder flowers. During their monthly holiday, Le Zhishi and Song Yu were called by Lin Rong to fetch them.

Osmanthus fragrans.

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

Around the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, Lin Rong spread a large piece of clean tablecloth on the ground. The two boys beat the branches with thin bamboo poles, and the golden powder fell in the fragrant fragrance. Le Zhishi liked to do this since he was a child, although other flowers

It is also fragrant, but osmanthus is different. Its aroma is sweet, and it seems to be connected with the taste.

"That's enough, that's enough," Lin Rong smiled and put away the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on a piece of cloth, "There isn't much left, just leave some to smell the fragrance."

The two of them stopped, and Song Yu put away the bamboo pole. He turned his head and saw Le Zhishi's fluffy hair covered with osmanthus flowers and a bright yellow color, like a soufflé covered with maple syrup. He quietly stretched out his hand, and one end of the bamboo pole came from behind.

He staggered closer and finally hit Le Zhishi on the back of the head.

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

Song Yu had no intention of admitting it at all. He had already put the bamboo pole behind his back, with his hands behind his back, and did not speak.

"Aunt Rong, brother, knock me on the head." Le Zhishi ran after him, and the bamboo pole in his hand fell to the ground, kicking up a piece of flying sweet-scented osmanthus.

Lin Rong smiled helplessly and said: "Hey, be careful when you step on the flowers!"

He didn't step on the flower, but ran over and stepped on a corner of the tablecloth. Le Zhi slipped and stumbled forward, but was fortunately caught by Song Yu.

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

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

"It was you who made trouble with me first." Le Zhishi was unreasonable and unforgiving.

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

"You're not the same yet."

In the end, the two of them lowered their heads together and patted the osmanthus flowers off their heads.

There were two big pots of flowers collected, with many dead flowers and flower stalks mixed in. The mother and son sat on the table in the empty restaurant and began picking and chatting. The petals were only the size of a grain of rice, and the flower stalks and stalks were even larger.

They are so finely chopped that it makes my eyes dazzle when I am happy to pick them out, but I can’t seem to finish them.

"I know why this is delicious," Le Zhishi rolled his neck, "What tastes delicious is not the flowers, but the time."

"That's a very good saying." Lin Rong was a little surprised and a little emotional, "The time you put in makes the food more delicious. In fact, it's not just about making food, it's like this in everything."

Song Yu thought of "The Little Prince" that he had read to Le Zhi when he was a child. I am afraid that he himself no longer remembers it, but the words of these bedtime readings are still in his mind.

[You spend so much time on your roses, which makes your roses so important.]

Sometimes he wonders if this is also the relationship between them. The time and companionship he has given have become sunk costs that he cannot let go of now.

A large pot of golden osmanthus was picked, cleaned and dried, beautiful and clean. Lin Rong sprinkled a little salt with the osmanthus and mixed it well to remove the astringency. Song Yu and Le Zhi boiled the glass jar in boiling water to sterilize it. After processing,

The flowers are divided into two, half is used to make candied osmanthus, and the other half is used to make osmanthus syrup.

The method of making candied osmanthus is very simple. Put a thick layer of osmanthus in a glass jar, then put a thick layer of white sugar, staggered like this, pour a little white wine on top of the white sugar to seal the top, cover it, and just wait.

Take it home and put it in the refrigerator.

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

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

When I was happy, I couldn't help but think of senior Xu Qichen, whom I had dinner with last time.

He looks like he needs to eat more candy.

The method of making osmanthus syrup is more Japanese-style. Mix equal weights of white wine and fine sugar with three times the water and cook until it is slightly thick. Lin Rong scooped up a spoonful and gave it to Le Zhi to taste. The sweetness was just right, so he drank all the osmanthus syrup.

Pour it in.

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

When he heard Le Zhi suddenly say this, Song Yu glanced at him, as if asking why.

Before Le Zhishi had time to answer, Lin Rong, who was stirring the syrup, also remembered the speech and asked Song Yu: "Did those two kids win the prize too?"

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

"Last time I heard you talk about it, I felt that Xiao Xu was a very pitiful child." Lin Rong couldn't help but sigh, "If something like this happened before entering high school, other children would definitely not be able to go to school."

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

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

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

My parents also passed away.

"Like this..." Le Zhishi thought of Xu Qichen's quiet appearance during the meal that day. He was only the same age as him when the car accident happened. But he couldn't say the word "poor" because he didn't like such words, and he felt that Xu Qichen must not be too.

Love to listen.

Lin Rong changed the subject and pushed the lemon juice and wine glass to him, "Okay Lele, I'll leave the final finishing work to you. I've finished the last thing before I go on a business trip with your uncle."

Le Zhi followed the instructions, poured three spoons of lemon juice and two spoons of orange liqueur into the cooked syrup, and divided them into jam jars. It was done.

The sun came out in the afternoon. Le Zhishi and Song Yu were sitting on the stone tables and chairs in the small courtyard. One of them memorized classical Chinese and the other worked on the questions. Lin Rong brought out a pot of hot black tea and added lemon slices and osmanthus syrup. Le Zhishi

I drank two large glasses and ate a small plate of fried milk drizzled with syrup. I was very satisfied.

The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning was to see if my sweet osmanthus sugar had melted together. As soon as I opened the refrigerator, the previously layered white sugar had melted naturally.

"It's amazing." He whispered to himself, and then followed Lin Rong's previous instructions to unscrew the jars one by one and mix the osmanthus inside.

A big tree had worked hard for a year to produce flowers. They worked all morning and only made six small jars.

The night before the couple went on a business trip, Le Zhishi happily distributed his gifts, "I gave one of these two jars of sugar osmanthus to my senior, and I gave the other jar to my friend."

"What about your syrup?" Lin Rong asked.

"Give the syrup to brother Song Yu!" Le Zhishi had already planned it. Song Yu's room also had a refrigerator. He put 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. As he spoke, he carried the syrup upstairs and stuffed it all into his refrigerator while Song Yu was away.

Opening the door, he suddenly discovered that Song Yu's usually empty refrigerator actually contained a row of yogurt.

It still tastes like cheese-

I went to school on Monday. When I was happy, I brought sugar osmanthus flowers with me. I was careful not to break the glass bottle all the way, so I prepared to give it to my best friend Jiang Yufan at school.

After the monthly exam, their class changed their seats. Now Le Zhishi sits in four groups by the window, and Jiang Yufan sits in one group by the window. He came early for self-study, and saw that the window of Jiang Yufan's seat was open, and no one came yet, so he stood directly in the corridor

Open the bag and take out the jar.

The incandescent lamp in the classroom illuminated the candied osmanthus crystal clear, which was particularly attractive.

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

Just as Le Zhishi was about to speak, he was suddenly hit hard on the back and almost knocked the glass jar in his hand off. His back hurt. Le Zhishi put down the jar and frowned and turned around. He saw four boys surrounding a small man.

The male classmate was pushed to the bathroom.

"Don't pay attention to them." Jiang Yufan's deskmate said to Le Zhi, "Wang Jie in the next class is a gangster. That short guy is a kid who skipped a grade in their class. His name seems to be Cheng Mingming. He is always bullied."

"Why?" Le Zhi asked, still frowning.

"I heard that his family is rich, and his grandparents are taking care of it. I don't know how he got into trouble. Some gangsters in his class are always blackmailing him."

Jiang Yufan's deskmate was very disdainful, "If you have the ability to challenge a big guy, it's not like you have the ability to bully a kid who has no parents to care about. Right?"

"You're right." Le Zhishi took his schoolbag and put it on Jiang Yufan's desk, turned around and went to the bathroom. Jiang Yufan didn't like seeing his deskmate, so he opened the window to stop him, "Hey

No, Le Zhishi!"

He was stunned and didn't look back. Jiang Yufan's deskmate was still wondering, this is a well-known good-tempered student, how could he be so brave today? But he didn't dare to follow him, because if something happened, he wouldn't be able to catch it.

open.

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

"Wash your hands," Le Zhishi said.

"I'll wash it later." The other party also recognized him. After all, he was also a celebrity in the junior high school, so he couldn't say it too harshly. "Didn't you see that there was something wrong in there?"

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

The other party was obviously choked by his words and glanced back awkwardly. Le Zhishi took this opportunity to push his arm away and went in. The other party quickly pulled, but Le Zhishi threw him away. After all, Le Zhishi always compares

The reference for his height was Song Yu, so he always felt that he grew slowly, but compared with boys in the same grade, his height was also an advantage.

"What are you doing?"

The fierce-looking Cuntou standing in the middle is most likely the Wang Jie that Jiang Yufan's deskmate was talking about. Le Zhishi was thinking in his mind. Calling names always seems to show respect for the other party. After all, he doesn't want to fight, let alone cause trouble.

"Classmate Wang Jie."

As expected, Chun Tou turned his head and looked at him repeatedly, "Is something wrong?"
To be continued...