Yizhi

The number of people in the living room gradually increased, and finally everyone sat down to watch the Spring Festival Gala together.Song Yezhi and Zhao Huan sat on the ground next to the TV.He looked back, looked around, and asked, "Where's old Uncle Tao?"

Song Yingjun looked at his watch and said, "It's time to tidy up the bed and the guest room."

Yi Weigong raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked who was on the screen now.

Zhao Huan and Lang Sheng: "Cows."

Shen Jianye said, "Where's his partner on the right?"

"Feng Gong." Zhao Huan and Zhang rounded their eyes, "Grandpa, we have been together for 16 years, and I just realized that you don't even know Feng Gong!"

Before Shen Jianye could teach others a lesson, she laughed herself, crossed her legs and laughed backwards and forwards, then suddenly sat up straight, patted Song Yezhi's thigh, and said seriously: "Xiaoye, our jacket."

Song Yezhi: "..."

The living room was full of noise, the skit reached its climax, the audience cheered like thunder, Yi Jin and Fu Ke were almost chatting closer and blocked the conversation with their palms.Amidst the smog, only Yi Qingwei saw Song Yezhi's bedroom slowly open, watching him stick his head out cautiously, meet his eyes, and then call himself silently.

Yi Qingwei closed the door, it was so clean that there were two worlds outside the door.

"what happened?"

Song Yezhi took off his coat, revealing his red jacket, turned his back to Yi Qingwei, and said, "There are still two buttons on the waist at the back, and I can't fasten them anyway. Uncle, help me. "

Yi Qingwei pulled the button and led him to the bright place. It doesn't matter if he doesn't pull it, once he pulls it, the white skin underneath can be seen at a glance.

"You don't have any clothes on?"

Song Yezhi lowered his head and fiddled with the buttons on the front, and replied: "Ah, it's too tight. If you wear it inside, you won't be able to put on the outside."

Yi Qingwei: "Don't hurt people?"

Song Yezhi: "No tie."

Yi Qingwei has already tried it himself, rubbing the inner fabric with his fingertips, and rubbing against the smooth and warm skin with the back of his fingers, the difference between the two is even worse.

"It's still called not rolling, it's a sieve, don't you still ask me with a smile if I need to filter the flour?"

Previously, he was invited to button the buttons, but now he started to unbutton them without further ado, saying: "Find something that fits you well and put it on."

Song Yezhi was in a hurry, and quickly grabbed his hand: "Uncle, this button is very difficult to fasten. It's really not easy to fasten. After putting it on and taking pictures, it will be taken off."

Yi Qingwei asked: "Is this dress for women? Why is it so tight?"

"No, that Fuwa was not big." Song Yezhi tied the one Yi Qingwei had just untied, "Uncle, back."

Song Yezhi was a few centimeters taller than Zhao Huanyu, Zhao Huanyu should be just right.

Yi Qingwei glanced at the slender waist that was tightly cinched in his clothes, smiled lazily and reprimanded: "Zhao Huan and I are used to torturing people."

On the TV, Zhao Zhongxiang was counting down the countdown, and when the camera turned, it was overseas Chinese from all over the country congratulating them on a happy new year. At midnight, firecrackers and fireworks resounded through the alleys.

"Uncle Tao, stand still, I will come and I will come."

Song Yezhi went to adjust the camera, put it on the flower stand, and counted down: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Zhao Huanyu was very excited, he jumped and called him: "Hurry up, come here quickly."

On the count of five, Song Yezhi ran towards them.

At 1996:2 a.m. on February 19, [-], Song Yezhi was wearing a red coat, standing under a bright lamp, amidst the sound of firecrackers, and got the first family photo in his life.He ran to the comfortable and secure life circle, and was satisfied peacefully.

"I want to sleep with my sister-in-law!"

Fu Ke patted her head: "Honey, you can only sleep with sister-in-law."

Eight rooms, eight beds.

The three rooms in the north room remain the same, the rest of the elders Shen Jianye and Yi Weigong share one room, Shen Jinyun and Fu Ke share one room, Shen Lejie shares one room with Yi Qingwei, and Yi Jin and Zhao Huan share one room.

Fu Ke made the arrangements, and after they were finalized, he urged everyone to wash up.Zhao Huan and the full score in mathematics are not for nothing. Economic savvy pays attention to the maximization of resource utilization. She suggested: "Brother and uncle can choose one person to sleep with Xiao Ye, so that everyone can have more space."

Oh, except Song Yezhi.

Yi Qingwei was full of smiles, Shen Le was silent, Song Yezhi felt that if he was slower to express his position, he would also remain silent all night.

"Uncle, sleep with me."

There is no word "please", and it does not hinder the development of imperative sentences.Yi Qingwei was very sleepy, he yawned and walked towards Song Yezhi's room with ease.

"Goodnight everybody."

The host was very thoughtful, leading everyone to pick pots and towels, and Song Yezhi was the last one to go to bed after finding all kinds of toiletries.The people in the room left a light for him, and he tiptoed into the room and closed the door, Yi Qingwei had already buried his head in the quilt and passed out.

Not only did he leave a light for him, but he also set aside half of the bed against the wall for him.Song Yezhi turned off the lights and got into bed, Yi Qingwei woke up in a daze.

"Take off the red coat?" He really fell asleep just now, so his voice was very hoarse, several times lower than usual.

Lying on his side, Song Yezhi faced him, and whispered, afraid of disturbing him further: "It's off."

Yi Qingwei didn't appreciate it: "Go and turn on the light."

Song Yezhi: "Huh?"

Yi Qingwei: "Go."

Having said that, he buried his head deeper in the quilt, and his voice became softer and muffled: "Let me see how far you are from the sieve, be obedient."

Song Yezhi approached, unwilling to make a loud noise, and afraid that he might not be able to hear it through the quilt: "I've seen it, it's fine, and it doesn't itch."

"Have you seen the back too? I'm afraid it's not good..." Yi Qingwei was extremely sleepy, and paused for a long time, "...I'm allergic to the delicate skin and tender flesh."

It's really tossing, tossing and tossing, don't wake people up from the tossing.Song Yezhi quickly got out of bed and turned on the light, quickly took off his pajamas, exposed his back, and urged, "Look."

Yi Qingwei's perseverance developed by running five kilometers every day is reflected here. His strong willpower supports him to raise his head slightly and open his eyes slightly. His eyes are white, with no rash or pimple.

"Hmm..." He fell back on the pillow, "Qualified."

Song Yezhi got under the quilt again, stared at Yi Qingwei for a while in the same posture as before, and waited for the fireworks in the distance to completely disappear before he said, in a lower and softer voice: "Good night, uncle. "

Didn't sleep well last night, Song Yezhi slept in the same bed with someone for the first time since the incident.Yi Qingwei sleeps very quietly. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he looked at him in the same posture as when he closed his eyes last night.But the sense of presence was too strong, and Song Yezhi was frightened by his almost inaudible breathing and heartbeat.

It's strange that I didn't wake up again today.

But I don't know if Yi Qingwei will have it, so Song Yezhi woke up early, and after checking the time, he didn't dare to move.

The lower half of Yi Qingwei's face was completely buried in the quilt, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the quilt was still lightly rubbing the lower eyelids, and the broken hair and eyelashes were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish.

Song Yezhi waited for the sunrise like waiting for the fireworks last night.

After some time, Yi Qingwei turned over and lay on his back, his nose and chin were completely released, Song Yezhi still observed him silently without moving.

"Song Yezhi."

He spoke, but his throat was not opened, and the ending sound was so soft that it seemed nothing.

"How long are you going to stare at me?"

Song Yezhi closed his eyes immediately, and after thinking for a while, Yi Qingwei's eyelids did not move, and he slowly opened them again.At this time, Yi Qingwei had turned his head and looked at him.

Eyes are really important in the facial features. There is a big difference between eyes open and eyes closed on a face.

"Uncle, do you want to get up?"

Yi Qingwei looked at him and said nothing, neither did Song Yezhi.

The two looked at each other silently.

Someone got up outside the house, Song Yezhi guessed it was grandpa and sister-in-law, he could distinguish their footsteps.

Yi Qingwei suddenly reached out his hand, pressed on his eyebrows, traced along the outline, and asked: "Do you know that there is a mole hidden on your eyebrows? It's shallow."

Song Yezhi's eyes opened wider, and the creases on his double eyelids became deeper.

"My grandpa said it's called hidden pearls in the grass, people will be smart and lucky."

Yi Qingwei let out an indifferent "Oh" and said, "The old man comforted you, do you believe it?"

Song Yezhi retracted his head, let go of his hand, and said, "Can't I get up, lying down gives me a headache."

Yi Qingwei squeezed his chin to find his face out of the quilt, and said, "You can dress yourself when you wake up, who stared at me for a long time and didn't know how to move? You are like a fool, and you still scared me."

"I'm afraid I'll wake you up." Song Yezhi thought for a while and asked again, "Uncle, do you know that you have the urge to wake up?"

Yi Qingwei seemed to be a little sleepy again, closed his eyes again, and said, "I know, it's serious. Did I kill you?"

"Ah."

Yi Qingwei didn't take it seriously: "I don't see you scared."

Song Yezhi saw that he was about to go back to sleep, but after hearing the sound, even Zhao Huanyu got up, and he said, "Uncle, get up."

Yi Qingwei said sullenly: "You first, I'll wait."

Song Yezhi asked: "What are you waiting for?"

Yi Qingwei closed his eyes and covered Song Yezhi's mouth accurately. This seemed to explain that he knew Song Yezhi was staring at him without opening his eyes just now, but how could he explain that he could accurately cover his mouth What about?

"obedient."

After Song Yezhi put on his clothes, he opened a corner of the curtain, leaned over to look, and pursed his lips.

Today is cloudy and there is no sunrise.

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