Yizhi

He never bothered to choose gifts for others, so he followed the guidance of the shopping guide to the counters.Knowing that the box in his arms happened to be a book to be returned to the recipient, the shopping guide suggested that he pack a pen, which just matched.

While recalling the situation at that time, Song Yezhi removed a piece of blank paper from the sketch paper and wrote a column of words from top to bottom.

"On February 1996, 2, it was given to Yi Qingwei."

Then add two aggrieved but upright small letters in the corner.

"fail."

Maybe the shopping guide I met was the same one that my uncle's high school classmates met back then—he evenly pasted the note on the pen gift box, and then put the gift box into a padlocked box, thinking nonsensically.

The box is locked, and the emotions that don't know where to go get home.

Zhao Huanyu's vacation was really boring. He always ran to Song Yezhi's house with his schoolbag on his back every three days, and occasionally brought Zhou Yeshan with him.They spend most of their time studying, and when they seldom sit together on the sofa and watch movies, the discs are often provided by Zhou Yeshan.

Zhou Yeshan and Song Yezhi have made great progress in mathematics, like holding a mess of wool, after being led to find the end of the thread from the mess, they naturally followed the thread.

Yi Qingwei cleared up the relationship for Song Yezhi in the No. [-] Middle School, and he was not a forceful person. Song Yezhi had to take a separate exam at the beginning of school to test his level.Therefore, Song Yezhi worked harder than Zhou Yeshan.

Seeing his enthusiasm for mathematics, Zhao Huan felt worried, and said, "Xiaoye, why don't you also take a look at English and comprehensive science, it's very difficult for our school to pass papers for these subjects."

Zhou Yeshan patted the table next to him: "Didn't you pass the English test! I just took the test paper to give him a try."

Zhao Huan and Liang Liang said: "It's just right, your chemistry is also good, and I will bring it here tomorrow."

Song Yezhi: "..."

After Song Yezhi finished the two test papers.

Zhou Yeshan: "..."

Zhao Huan and: "..."

Song Yezhi nodded to Zhao Huan and the exercise book in his hand: "Can I continue to do math problems?"

Zhao Huanyu: "...let's do it."

And Song Yezhi saw Yi Qingwei again, half a month later, on New Year's Eve.

"Grandpa, is this correct?"

Song Yezhi stood very tall, pasting couplets on each door and house, turned to look at Song Yingjun, and was busy playing with birds again.He had no choice but to repeat: "Grandpa, is it correct to post like this?"

"Ah, a little to the left is appropriate."

The voice is young and crisp, and there is a hint of laughter.

There was a visitor at eleven o'clock in the morning, which startled Song Yezhi on the ladder. He was dumbfounded and asked, "Uncle...you didn't come by car?"

Yi Qingwei stood in the sunlight and looked up at him: "I can't get in, it's parked at the entrance of the alley. Move a little to the left, and come down after posting."

Song Yingjun asked him to come in to pour tea, but Yi Qingwei refused, saying, "My dad asked me to pick you up for lunch. The car is at the entrance of the alley, and New Year's Eve is also at my house."

Song Yingjun: "Isn't your aunt on vacation? Old Tao here has been busy yesterday, and everything is ready. Let your father come over to my house, and Xiaojin and Xiaoyan will spend New Years here with us. "

Song Yezhi thought that the two sides would discuss for a few more rounds, but Yi Qingwei couldn't help persuading him a little, and immediately responded, saying that he would go back to pick them up immediately, and Song Yingjun was amused by his hearty response.

"Be careful on the road." Seeing Yi Qingwei glanced over, Song Yezhi said.

"Be careful too, I'm going to jump when I see it." Yi Qingwei pointed to the ladder under his feet.

When they came again, it was very lively, two cars, Yi Weigong's family, Shen Jianye's family, except for Yi Yan's family who went to his wife's parents' house to celebrate the New Year, the rest of the family were all together.

The adults all greeted each other and entered the house, but Song Yezhi was caught by Yi Qingwei and stood by the car at the door, watching him open the trunk.

Yi Qingwei pointed to a big bag, which looked limp, and asked him, "Guess what it is?"

Song Yezhi thought for a while, could it be...

"Those two red jackets."

"What about this one?" Yi Qingwei pointed to the other one.

"...The painting utensils my sister gave me."

Yi Qingwei was unhappy: "Did my dad leak it?"

Song Yezhi nodded obediently.

Yi Qingwei: "..."

"Okay, this one." Yi Qingwei walked around to the front seat and took out a long box with dark blue suede and a moderate size.

Song Yezhi stared, for a long while, he wasn't sure, he could say he didn't know, but somehow wanted to say it, he didn't care if he was wrong, he mustered up his courage.

"pen."

Yi Qingwei was speechless and asked, "Who leaked it this time?"

Guessed right.

Song Yezhi smiled, showing his small fangs, and said, "This time, I have a heart-to-heart connection."

Yi Qingwei stuffed the gift box into his arms and said, "New Year's gift, new year, success in studies."

Ever since he was pressured to eat a lot of cream last time, Song Yezhi felt that Yi Qingwei had changed when they met this time.

He looked down at the pen case, and muttered, "Could it be that you dug out what your high school classmates gave you and gave it to me?"

Yi Qingwei heard it clearly, pinched his shoulder with a big hand, and leaned closer to ask him to say it again.

Song Yezhi quickly raised his head, raised his voice, and looked serious: "No, I will study hard in the new year, and I will not disappoint your pen."

Changed indeed, closer, more casual, alive and alive, in his senses.

Both Yi Jin and Fu Ke put on their aprons to help Lao Tao in the kitchen. The three old people took the odd food mats and went out with the birdcage, saying they would be back before dinner.Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu moved a small bench and a bag of garlic and sat in the yard, basking in the sun and working.

Song Yezhi spread his legs wide, elbows resting on his knees, listening to Zhao Huanyu's words, peeling his hands seriously.

"Huang Ju is the head teacher of class 6 and also an English teacher. Do you know why I don't take the English test? It's her! I..."

Song Yezhi stopped her.

"Throw it backwards, and put it in a red bag after peeling it off."

Song Yezhi picked it out for her and put it in the right place.

Zhao Huanyu continued: "I just got 150 in Mathematics and 0 in English, so I was mad at her."

Yi Qingwei walked out with his hands in his pockets, he and Shen's father and son were the most relaxed in the whole family.

"Who are you so mad at?" He kicked the bag. "What are you doing here?"

The sun in February was not hot, so he only dazzled his eyes. Song Yezhi didn't look up, but said, "My aunt told us to peel the garlic and said we'll use it later."

Yi Qingwei: "Use a bag of garlic for a meal? You know how to fool people around."

The kitchen was opening to let out the smell of oily smoke. Yi Jin stood at the door with his sleeves half rolled up, and said, "Yi Qingwei, come here, and I have a bag of green onions, sit there and peel them for me."

Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu laughed secretly behind their backs.

Fu Ke was making soup, heard all the commotions outside, and said, "Qing Wei, call Shen Le, too, I think he's too busy."

Zhao Huan raised his hand: "I'll call my aunt! My brother is watching TV with my uncle!"

"Then call your uncle over." Fu Ke stopped her, "Tell him to come over and deal with this chicken."

Lao Tao said, "I'll do it later, don't let him get his hands dirty."

Yi Jin smiled and chimed in: "It's okay, Uncle Tao, my brother can only enter the kitchen for a few days throughout the year."

In this way, the labor force of the whole family was ordered and ordered by the two women, washing pots and dishes, killing chickens and roasting meat, peeling garlic and picking onions, nothing was left behind.

Shen Lejie and Yi Qingwei carried the big round table from the house to the middle of the yard, followed by Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu who carried the chairs, and Shen Jinyun pulled the lantern between the two trees.

The New Year's Eve dinner was served when it was dark.

Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu ate and ate, and moved to the TV in the living room, where Pan Changjiang was singing on the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhao Huan and the person who only saw the dancer behind him said, "This backflip...the legs are so straight..."

Song Yezhi: "Do you want to marinate chicken wings?"

Zhao Huanyu nodded, Song Yezhi was about to get up, Yi Qingwei came into the room with two plates, two plates of marinated chicken wings.

"Why are you hiding inside?" Yi Qingwei took advantage of the situation and sat between them.

Zhao Huan and moved to the right to make more space: "Didn't you come in too?"

She reached out to get the chicken wings, but Yi Qingwei bypassed him, and he said, "Sister-in-law asked you to go out and pick up vegetables."

"I just want to eat chicken wings."

Yi Qingwei: "Go by yourself, this is between me and Song Yezhi."

Zhao Huanyu looked at him for a few seconds, stood up, and said with great momentum, "Okay! Uncle, what do you want to eat?"

Yi Qingwei looked at her hesitantly, but said unceremoniously, "Sweet and sour pork ribs."

Zhao Huanyu asked again: "What would Xiaoye want to eat?"

Song Yezhi: "I have enough vegetables in my bowl..."

Zhao Huan and: "Choose one."

Song Yezhi swallowed the word "too much" and said, "...fish soup."

Zhao Huan and Feng Feng Huo Huo went out, and Feng Feng Huo Huo came in, carrying a bowl of fish soup and a bowl of spicy chicken nuggets, nothing else, and squeezed between the two of them again.

Yi Qingwei put a spare rib from Song Yezhi's bowl across Zhao Huan and put it in his mouth, glanced at her, and said, "You're so childish."

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