Yizhi

Huang Ju took Song Yezhi to the examination room, her shiny black high heels stepped on the smooth floor, making an abrupt and regular sound.The students in the wide and clean windows, like a group of voice-activated lights, raised their heads one by one, and lowered their heads one by one after their high heels went away.

"It's been half an hour since the exam started, is that okay?" Huang Ju slowed down and stood side by side with him.

Song Yezhi said, "It doesn't matter."

On the morning of the first day, there are two subjects, Chinese and English, with four 10-minute breaks in between.But within 10 minutes, those voice-activated lights had the new transfer student talking.Zhao Huan asked each class along the way, and found Song Yezhi in the classroom of Class 9, Grade [-].

Song Yezhi sat on the seat alone, looking at the phone thoughtfully.

Zhao Huanyu walked over, put the mineral water at his feet, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yezhi pressed the back button, put the phone back into the bag, and said, "Uncle asked me to look for his car at the school gate after school."

"Huh? I'm here to pick you up? It's normal. It's the first day of school." Then, Zhao Huanyu looked at his watch, "He worked night shift last night, after ten o'clock, he should be off work."

Song Yezhi's action of closing the zipper was broken.

In the new semester, there are not only transfer students, but the transfer students have also handed in their papers in advance, before everyone started writing essays.Song Yezhi's footsteps were light and silent, but he was still the same as when he came, and he was forced to accept a lot of attention.

It turns out that there are various attributes, not just voice control, Song Yezhi thought.

Song Yezhi left the school gate, looked around, looking for a car, and at the same time looking for the coffee shop Yi Qingwei mentioned in the message.

"A cup of latte, take it away, thank you."

He just reported that there was no school uniform, white clothes and black trousers, proper and refreshing, standing in front of the coffee shop, attracting passers-by to look at him.

"Your coffee."

"Thank you."

Song Yezhi walked towards the black car not far away, and reached out to open the passenger's door, but it was unlocked.In the car, the driver's seat was laid flat, and Yi Qingwei was wearing sunglasses and a dark blue blanket, trying to catch up on sleep.

Song Yezhi stopped, stood outside the car, and called him: "Uncle."

Seeing no response, Song Yezhi got into the car, closed the door, took out the hot coffee from the packaging bag, and inserted a straw.Looking up again, Yi Qingwei still slept soundly.

Song Yezhi looked at him for a few seconds, then put down the coffee in his hand.

He moved closer, with his index finger slightly curled up, trying to test Yi Qingwei's breath: "Uncle, don't you die suddenly? I heard that being a doctor is really tiring."

Before he could reach it, someone gently grabbed his wrist.

Yi Qingwei asked: "Can't you wish me well?"

Song Yezhi's right hand was held, so he used his left hand to take off the sunglasses for someone. Seeing that the person looked tired, he said, "Uncle, I need to catch up on sleep later. I can't fall asleep after drinking coffee."

Being pinched by the wrist is like pinching the lifeblood, and the voice becomes soft and soft.

Yi Qingwei let go of him, straightened the seat, and went to hold the coffee.The straw is useless, he lifted the lid of the coffee and poured down half a cup after two sips.When I got up straight, I realized that the school gate was still very clean.

Yi Qingwei asked: "Are you used to submitting papers in advance?"

Song Yezhi didn't have the habit of handing in papers in advance, but also no one would wait for him outside the examination room early, so he didn't develop the habit of making people wait for a long time.

But he couldn't say anything, just said: "This time the English question is very simple, I have checked it twice."

After drinking half of the coffee, and talking back and forth a few times, Yi Qingwei woke up a lot from his drowsiness.

"Have you seen the teacher in charge?"

Song Yezhi nodded: "Brother Le Jie took me to see you."

"You, Brother Lejie, are pretty reliable."

"Don't wait for Zhao Huan and you?"

Yi Qingwei started the engine and said, "Her brother will pick me up later."

Song Yezhi nodded, looked at the half cup of coffee in the middle: "Don't you drink it?"

Yi Qingwei shook his head: "I don't like to drink, if it's not because I'm afraid of fatigue driving...seat belts."

Song Yezhi stretched out his hand to the side and groped, but he couldn't find it after a few times, and was about to turn around to look.Yi Qingwei was a step ahead of him, pressing his body towards him.

"I come."

Song Yezhi's five senses have always been sharp, especially at this moment.Song Yezhi smelled the fragrance on the side of his neck, felt the warmth of his cheeks through the air, and saw the slender and intertwined blue blood vessels in his ears.Everything is superficial, faint, and you can only find it if you get very close.

Clearly, inevitably.

Song Yezhi took a breath slowly.

Yi Qingwei buckled his seat belt for him and asked him what's wrong.

Song Yezhi frowned: "Uncle, have you been wearing perfume?"

"Dog nose?" Yi Qingwei said, "I sprayed it yesterday, but now it fades away."

"It's just right."

Song Yezhi turned his head and looked at him.

Sure enough, the distance is far away.There is no fragrance, no warmth, and no blue veins, at least you can see a small dimple on the right cheek.

"Go to my house? Uncle Tao must have cooked dinner long ago."

"Row."

While waiting for the traffic light, Yi Qingwei yawned, and when he turned his head to talk to Song Yezhi, his eyes sparkled.

"how do you feel?"

Song Yezhi shrugged and said, "It's okay."

Yi Qingwei hissed, pinched his ear, and asked, "Are you happy at all?"

"How can..."

When he got off the car and went home, Song Yezhi's left ear was still red, and Yi Qingwei watched from behind, couldn't help laughing.

"I'm not working hard, it hurts so much?"

Song Yezhi rubbed: "I don't live up to it."

At the dinner table, no one asked about Song Yezhi's exam status, and he didn't mention it himself. Instead, he said that the greening of the Fourth Middle School was done well. The corridors were filled with calligraphy and paintings, and the statues on the lawn were lifelike. The overall atmosphere is very humanistic.

Song Yingjun was amused by his gesture: "What's wrong, you are the leader to inspect?" Then he asked, "Didn't Qingwei graduate from No. [-] Middle School?"

Yi Qingwei stayed up all night, just drank coffee again, his appetite was not very good, and he was picking up vegetables with chopsticks without chopsticks.

"No, it's a little bit worse. I went to the experiment later."

Talking about this, Song Yezhi remembered Zhao Huan and said that his girlfriend had never broken up.He served Yi Qingwei a bowl of hot soup and asked, "Uncle, do you have a girlfriend now?"

The topic jumped so fast that Song Yingjun didn't keep up.But Yi Qingwei understood the fact that Zhao Huan and his mouth had nothing to do in almost a millisecond.

"Is there anything now, not in four years of college."

Song Yezhi nodded, and reorganized his chopsticks to eat: "That's what it used to be."

"Junior high school, one high school, equally distributed." Yi Qingwei smiled lazily, "Uncle, don't tell my dad."

Song Yingjun: "Then I can't guarantee it."

After drinking the hot soup, he couldn't eat the fresh meat in a blink of an eye. Yi Qingwei picked it up for Song Yezhi and said, "Don't learn from your uncle, there will be a girl chasing you, if you don't like it, you have to know how to say no."

Co-authored to throw the pot of puppy love to "I don't know how to refuse".

Song Yezhi took the meat back: "Uncle, eat more."

Learn the essence of rejection right now.

The math test starts at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and it's only a little late after dinner.Yi Qingwei entered the room, took off his clothes, climbed into Song Yezhi's bed, and opened a corner, saying: "Come in and sleep together, I will get up later to see you off."

Song Yezhi was arranging the materials on the desk, glanced at him, and said, "Go to sleep, I usually don't take a lunch break."

Then he was about to go to the study with "Dream of Red Mansions", but was stopped by Yi Qingwei: "Then remember to call me."

"it is good."

After closing the bedroom door, I heard Yi Qingwei say: "Do you understand love and love? Read more "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin."

……

In the end, Song Yezhi didn't act as a human-shaped alarm clock. When the time came, he packed up his things and left by himself. When he arrived at the alley, he took a taxi and arrived at the school gate in 10 minutes.On the return trip, I handed in the test paper in advance, which is different from English in nature. If I can't do math problems, I can't do it, and I won't be able to do it for a long time.

Going back and forth three times, Song Yezhi had already memorized the way, and walked home after leaving the examination room to see the sky was bright.It happens to be the evening rush hour after get off work, and the feet are not much slower than the wheels.

Slowly arriving home, Old Tao Uncle was cooking. When he entered the living room, Grandpa was sitting on the sofa watching Peking Opera by himself.He put down his schoolbag and walked over, asking, "Uncle still awake?"

Song Yingjun nodded: "It's just right, go and wake him up for dinner, maybe he has to work the evening shift."

Song Yezhi is the least willing to take on such an errand that disturbs people's dreams. He also has the spirit of getting up, but he can empathize with it.

"Uncle's waking up is worse than mine, you don't dare to go to him."

Song Yingjun wondered: "It's more serious than you? Then you have to go."

Yi Qingwei was still in the usual posture, curled up on his side, the quilt was pulled high, and this time he couldn't even see his eyes.Song Yezhi watched the door for a while before approaching, crouched in front of the bed, and called softly, "Uncle."

He pushed down the quilt, brushed away the broken hair with his cold index finger, touched his smooth forehead, and called out: "Uncle."

Move your fingers down, touch the brow bone, and then reach the bridge of the nose, and continue: "Uncle."

Yi Qingwei should have woken up, but he just didn't want to talk to him.

Down, the lips, soft.

Song Yezhi withdrew his index finger suddenly, and he said, "Uncle, I'm going to be late."

Yi Qingwei's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he didn't feel sleepy, but his voice was still low and hoarse: "Thanks to me, I am awake. Who can wake up if you say that? You are still late, It's 06:30 now, you can't catch up with the news broadcast."

Song Yezhi clenched his index finger, almost warming his palm: "That's right."

Whenever and wherever, Yi Qingwei would lie on the bed for a while, still wrapped in the quilt and talking to Song Yezhi: "Why didn't you call me at noon?"

Song Yezhi said: "It will be faster if I take a taxi."

"Is math difficult?"

Song Yezhi is very honest: "The geometry is very simple, and I can't do many other things."

Yi Qingwei was worried for him: "How did you get into the top three in the class with such a partial subject?"

Song Yezhi was indifferent: "No.1 and No.2 in front of me are also partial."

Yi Qingwei: "..."

"Are you still on the night shift today?"

"Ah."

Tao Guosheng's dishes were all served, and Song Yingjun shouted, "Come to the dinner table to chat!"

Because of staying in bed, time became very tight, Yi Qingwei put down the bowl after eating, went to the door to get dressed, and was about to leave, Song Yingjun said beside him: "Look, let's go, hurry up."

Song Yezhi picked up the rice in the bowl, raised his eyes to watch him silently, looked at him for a while, and asked, "Uncle, will you come to pick me up tomorrow?"

Yi Qingwei put on his tie against the window glass and said, "Why don't you come?"

"Let's go, eat slowly."

Song Yingjun: "Drive slowly on the road and pay attention to safety."

Unexpectedly, he went and came back again, calling Lao Tao: "Uncle Tao, I forgot to say that today's Furong eggs are a bit salty."