Yizhi

Staying overnight again, this time you don't have to be careful about washing up for fear of disturbing your sleep, because when Song Yezhi went to knock on the door, the bed was already empty.It was only after sitting at the dinner table that I heard that both Yi Qingwei and Shen Le both went out early to run errands at school.

After breakfast, Song Yingjun said that he really had to leave today, and Yi Weigong stayed with him: "Let's play for a few more days, and today we can find a lake to dig ice for winter fishing."

Song Yingjun: "I'll come to you with a fishing rod some other day, not today, Lao Tao should be here today."

Knowing that something was going on in his family, Yi Weigong didn't stay any longer.On the other hand, Zhao Huanyu, unable to bear the loneliness, helped Song Yezhi carry two bags of clothes, walked together, stood at the door and waved to Yi Weigong: "Don't worry, I will take good care of them."

Yi Weigong waved her to go: "Smelly girl, remember to tell your brother."

The younger brothers and younger sisters are working on a project recently, and they asked Yi Qingwei to help guide them, but yesterday he hastily refused, feeling sorry, and came to school early today.

"Uncle, come to Ono's house, help!!!"

When doing the experiment, the mobile phone prompts that there is a message, but Yi Qingwei usually ignores it.He took off his gloves and took out his mobile phone. Half an hour had passed since he received this message.

With a few exclamation marks at the end, Yi Qingwei's heartbeat missed a few beats.

He called back, hurried out, even ran, and his junior sister shouted behind him: "Senior brother! You haven't taken off your clothes yet!"

But Yi Qingwei couldn't care less about these things, the blood of the animal carcass that he had accidentally touched just now on his snow-white sleeve made him feel more and more flustered the more he looked at it.Fortunately, the call was answered quickly.

"Hey! Uncle!"

Zhao Huanyu's tone was very excited, but not crying, Yi Qingwei thought, the situation is not that bad.

"what happened?"

"Xiaoye's father is here! Take him away! Come and save him!"

Yi Qingwei slowed down, took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, untied his white coat with one hand, and said, "Zhao Huanhe, I thought someone was killed."

Zhao Huanyu recalled that the wording was a bit ambiguous, but in her opinion, taking Song Yezhi away by force was tantamount to forcibly taking human life.

Yi Qingwei: "How is it now?"

Zhao Huanyu: "Xiao Ye refused to say a word, Uncle Song Jun almost beat him."

Who would be willing to beat him.

"Where's your grandfather Song?"

Zhao Huanyu: "Protect me, that's why I didn't get slapped, otherwise I would have raised my hand."

Yi Qingwei finally warned: "Stand quietly by the side, don't meddle in it."

Zhao Huanhe hung up the phone and entered the room. After a few moments, Song Jun's phone rang.Zhao Huanyu glanced at herself when she saw Song Juncai say a few words, she guessed it all, touched Song Yezhi's arm, and whispered, "Uncle hit me."

Originally, Tao Guosheng was picked up, but Song Jun also came along with him.He didn't catch his breath when he got off the plane. If Song Yingjun hadn't stopped him, he would probably have caught Song Yezhi at the airport and boarded the return flight.

Song Jun was determined to bring him back to Shenzhen this time. It just so happened that Song Yezhi was determined to stay in Beijing.He's not scared, he's just tired.The reason why Song Jun forced him to say that he didn't want to go back with him was simply because he knew Song Yezhi's character and would not tell about Sun Xiu in front of his grandfather.

He stood firm, but said nothing, and became a willful and unreasonable child.

Finally Song Jun asked: "Okay, which restaurant?"

After hanging up the phone, Song Jun still had a smile on his face. He tapped Zhao Huanyu's forehead with his index finger and said, "Girl has grown up. I was still sucking a baby bottle when I left. Now I have learned how to rescue soldiers."

Zhao Huanyu stuck out his tongue and climbed along the pole: "Uncle Song Jun, let Xiaoye stay here, we will all..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yezhi suddenly grabbed his wrist, Zhao Huanyu knew what he meant, sighed lightly and then fell silent.

Song Jun glanced at his son, his heart was complicated, and he turned around and said, "Dad, Xiaowei has booked a restaurant."

Song Yingjun: "You go, we just had breakfast."

Zhao Huanyu raised his hand: "Ono and I will go with you!"

Song Yezhi looked at her, Zhao Huanyu tilted his head and said, "How can my uncle intercede with you when you're not here..."

Yi Qingwei didn't expect Song Yezhi to be willing to come with him, and was a little surprised.It's just that Song Yezhi's condition is not good, and his whole temperament is low.He rubbed his head and held his shoulders, but the boy didn't respond and remained silent.

The meal was almost over, and Yi Qingwei hadn't mentioned Song Yezhi yet, but Song Jun couldn't bear it, and said that he had to leave after eating two more bites, and booked two tickets, and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to make it in two hours.

Yi Qingwei paused to pick up vegetables, and went to look at Song Yezhi who was sitting opposite.Ever since he refused to eat after saying "stomach sick", he hasn't spoken, or hasn't moved, and just stared at the toes of his shoes in a daze.

Yi Qingwei: "Shall Xiaoye go together?"

Song Jun lit a cigarette, slapped the lighter on the table, and said, "Go." He glanced at his son, "I'm here to pick him up this time."

Yi Qingwei was talking to Song Jun, but stared at Song Yezhi intently.

He nodded and said nothing more.

We chatted for a few more words, and talked about Yi Qingwei's future career vision. While replying to Song Jun's words, he took a clean small bowl, filled half a bowl of hibiscus eggs, and handed it to Song Yezhi, saying, "Try it, and Li Qingwei will give it a try." How about Auntie's cooking skills, if it's delicious, we will come here more often in the future."

Come here often.

Finally, he was willing to give him a look, but he saw that Song Yezhi's eyes had already turned red, with stubbornness, reluctance, helplessness, and grievances that were unclear and difficult to detect.

Song Jun also heard what he said, and flicked the cigarette ash: "I knew you boy, Xichen is a cover, it's Xiaohuan and the rescuers who moved here."

Yi Qingwei smiled: "It's not considered a rescue, and I don't want him to go."

Song Jun: "It's not whether you want to, but whether you can. Xiaowei, they don't understand, so you fool around." After saying that, he patted him on the back, "It's the same when I walked with you, you look like a young man. Yes, I still have a youthful heart inside."

Yi Qingwei: "Xiao Ye is a child with his own ideas."

Song Jun: "Still talking, it's the first time I've been so disobedient."

Yi Qingwei laughed again: "It's not a bad thing."

Song Jun: "It's not a bad thing, I don't know if I ruin myself!"

"Brother, you are talking too much." Yi Qingwei tasted the hibiscus egg by himself.

Song Jun snorted: "Let's leave it alone and ignore the key points. He insists on coming to Beijing, and I'm not here. What's wrong with him?"

"It's the school's business after all?" Yi Qingwei said, "Actually, when I heard him say that he was going to stay, I asked him for him. Just do it."

Song Jun: "No. [-] Middle School...?"

Yi Qingwei: "Yes, when the time comes, He Huan and the same school can take care of each other. Putting the two children together will save you worry. You can rest assured that he is here, and give him the best in both study and life."

He went on to say: "Ono is still young, no matter which path he chooses, as long as he goes forward, he can walk on a broad road. So, in my opinion, the most important thing is whether he likes it or not."

What else did Song Jun want to say, Yi Qingwei quickly pressed his arm: "Hey...brother, don't play tricks, the school matter can be settled."

Song Jun laughed angrily: "You're still playing tricks, are you playing games with this?"

Yi Qingwei: "All right, all right, you should carefully weigh what I just said. Anyway, Xiaoye staying here is beneficial and harmless, and more importantly, he is willing." He stretched his legs, "At most, your card is redundant. Will my brother be reimbursed for my air ticket?"

Song Jun patted his restless leg, lit another cigarette, looked at his son, and then at the untouched bowl of vegetables in front of him.

Yi Qingwei saw that he was loose, and added: "Besides, Uncle Song is so old, he came here alone... You are busy and don't have time, but it's rare that Ono has such filial piety."

The deadly thing is here, and the old and the young can't persuade it.

Song Jun was speechless for a long time, his brows were furrowed, and he took a puff of smoke: "He..."

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated and then rang. Song Jun picked it up impatiently: "What's the matter?...Why are you giving birth now? Isn't the due date still two weeks away?"

What was said there, Song Jun's brows still did not loosen, but his tone softened: "I'll come right away, you take care of her."

He stood up, got up in a hurry, moved vigorously, brought the chair upside down, without turning his head, looked at Song Yezhi, and said roughly: "Let's go now, there is no need to collect the things, and ask Uncle Tao to send them over."

Song Yezhi took a light breath, swallowing the vomit in his throat, and didn't even dare to look up at Song Jun, fearing that he would spit it out in a second.

He said, "Dad, please let me go."

He saw the note on Song Juncun's mobile phone number, maybe his father was also very conflicted about the identity of this woman, he didn't know how to call her, and the name seemed blunt, so it was a concise capital "S".

Time flies, and the child is about to give birth, and the card is born at the end of the year, which is a pig.

He thought about a lot of irrelevant things for a moment, and asked again: "Have you decided what name to give him?"

Song Jun stepped forward and put his generous hand on his son's head: "Xiao Ye..."

Song Yezhi tilted his head, stood up suddenly, and ran to the bathroom in the box.The sense of absurdity is an emetic, and he has tried his best to bear it, but he is really sorry.

Yi Qingwei stood beside Song Ye's branch, palmed his forehead, and moved his hand along his back.After a round of vomiting, Song Yezhi still bent over and buried his head, propping his knees with one hand, and grasping Yi Qingwei's wrist with the other, the knuckles were all pink and white, and he couldn't stop shaking.

Yi Qingwei: "Do you still want to vomit?"

Song Yezhi shook his head, there was nothing to vomit.

Yi Qingwei: "gargle."

"Uncle...my legs are weak."

Zhao Huanyu had been standing by the door and guarded. Hearing what he said, he went to bring a low stool over.

Yi Qingwei asked: "What should I eat?"

Zhao Huanyu whispered beside him, "He's gone."

She knew what was going on and refused to call Uncle Song Jun again.

Finally, when Song Yezhi felt better, they set out to go home.Before leaving, he took a bite of the cold Furong egg and said, "Aunt Li's one is more delicious."

Yi Qingwei couldn't forget his red eyes, reached out his hand, held half of his face in the palm of his hand, rubbed the cold and thin eyelids with his fingertips, and said, "Well, it almost smells."

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Gone today, see you tomorrow.