Yizhi

In the next few weeks, as long as Yi Qingwei was on the night shift, he never went to his house.After get off work in the morning, I went to pick up people at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School, and then went back to the Hutong courtyard.

Song Yingjun felt sorry for his nephew, saying that Song Yezhi had already figured out his way, so he didn't pick him up. The night shift was hard, and after work, he came directly to eat at home, so he could sleep a little longer.

Yi Qingwei didn't listen and just followed the way.

Song Yingjun said that Song Yezhi had never been bothered about the pick-up and drop-off since he was a child. He was always shown the way on the first day of school, and then he insisted on not allowing adults to pick him up.

Yi Qingwei smiled, it's such a thing, he is willing to let me pick it up, so it's even more necessary to pick it up.

As always, he lay on the driver's seat and guarded the entrance of No. [-] Middle School, and occasionally brought Zhao Huanhe with him for Shen Lejie who was not free.

April [-]st, Western April Fool's Day.

Song Yezhi, Zhao Huanyu, and Zhou Yeshan walked out of the school with the crowd. The math class representatives and the disciplinary committee were on both sides of Song Yezhi to discuss the matter of tricking the teacher in the afternoon. Change the afternoon class to a physical education class, and let the teacher think about life in the face of an empty classroom.

Zhao Huan danced with each other, Zhou Yeshan burst into laughter, and Song Yezhi was between them, whoever spoke would look at whoever spoke, turning around like a sunflower welcoming the sun.

Yi Qingwei looked out from the car, and it was such a scene.

The two got into the car and asked what they were talking about just now, Zhao Huanyu repeated it.

After listening to Yi Qingwei, he suggested: "You can also change the class number with the [-]th class upstairs."

Zhao Huanyu nodded: "This idea is also very good!"

Then send a message to share with Zhou Yeshan.

Yi Qingwei hesitated not to drive, and said, "I have a gift for you two."

Song Yezhi tilted his head in the passenger seat: "What gift?"

Zhao Huan and Buxin: "Come on, we just finished talking about April Fool's Day, Uncle."

Everyone is hungry, Yi Qingwei has no time to play tricks.I saw him spreading his palms, and the two keys were shining with golden light.

Song Yezhi dialed: "What?"

Yi Qingwei pointed to the building not far away: "Three buildings with six floors and one room, three bedrooms and two living rooms, one kitchen and two bathrooms."

Zhao Huanyu exclaimed, "Uncle, did you buy it?"

Yi Qingwei's flamboyance is gone: "It's hard to rent, but I still buy it."

"I'll take you there right away, and I'll go there for a rest at noon next year. Next year... no, you two will be seniors in high school next semester, and you may live there often on weekends."

The house is not far, at the halfway point between the hospital and the school, five to six minutes away.

The house is on the highest floor, the living room and bedroom have good lighting, an open kitchen, and the master bedroom has a bathroom.Yi Qingwei should have hired a housekeeper in advance, the room was clean and bright, and Zhao Huan and he were rolling happily on the pink bed.

"There is also a flower garden on the top floor, the landlord said to use it as he pleases."

There is a picture randomly placed on the dining table, framed.Song Yezhi glanced at it. The light and shadow were handled very well, and the structure was good, but the color was quite satisfactory and lacked a bit of aura, but it was better than the vulgar one.

"Uncle, did you buy this painting?"

Yi Qingwei approached, picked it up and looked at it again: "No, it was given by a classmate from the Academy of Fine Arts. She complained that Bi She had no clue, but she was free to draw one for me."

"For you, as a gift?"

"That's right." Yi Qingwei thought of something, "Do you remember that painting set? My sister asked me to ask her, and she picked it for you."

No wonder very professional.

Song Yezhi looked at the mountain in the painting, the green mountain, and he knew it almost instantly——

Qingwei.

Then I thought of the painting in my bedroom that hadn't been inscribed yet, and it was a hell of a day.

Yi Qingwei pushed him with his elbow: "Brother Song Jun said that you were taught to draw when you were four years old, how about this one?"

"Very good—" he put down the painting, "the idea is especially good."

After finishing speaking, Song Yezhi turned around and walked away, saying that he was hungry and suggested going out to have a meal to celebrate. He had wanted to eat the fish from that shop on the main street for a long time.

It is said that literati are less important to each other, and they also use brushes. Artists who paint do not seem to exist, Yi Qingwei thought this way as he followed him.

On the afternoon of April Fool's Day, Class Six not only changed the class card, but also changed the people.A group of people were driven back from the physical education class they had set up for themselves by the grade director. At the instigation of Zhou Yeshan and others, Class [-] went to the classroom of Class [-], and Class [-] went to the classroom of Class [-].

Made a series.

The teachers of each subject stepped onto the podium and opened the book, and found that something was wrong, and doubted themselves for a long time.The one person at the bottom couldn't hold back and laughed out loud, and the whole classroom broke down and roared with laughter.

The three class teachers couldn't laugh or cry when they found out about the incident, and the students didn't reveal which group was the leader, but the law wanted to blame everyone. The three class teachers petitioned the school to contract the toilet cleaning work for a month, and the three shifts took turns.

Start from the sixth class on the first day.

The disciplinary committee took the lead in paddling, and walked around Song Yezhi's feet with a broom.

"Ono, do you want to go back in Qingming?"

Song Yezhi resisted Zhou Yeshan's dangling broom and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Zhao Huan, don't you say that your family is in Guangdong?"

Zhou Yeshan didn't mention it, Song Yezhi almost forgot.

"No, actually my family is from Beijing."

Zhou Yeshan glanced up and down, pointed at his 173cm tall, and said, "It's not like that."

Song Yezhi: "..."

Zhou Yeshan grinned: "Will you go out to play then? Go outing or something."

"Not arranged yet."

Zhou Yeshan didn't even bother to paddle the water, and sat down on the wooden chair by the flower bed, leaning on a broom stick, and said, "I should go to the grave with my family."

Song Yezhi straightened up: "Kowtow more, and ask for a few big exams."

Zhou Yeshan looked at him and smiled, knowing that he was fighting back about his height, so he didn't make a sound.

Song Yezhi added: "Huang Ju can really bear it."

Zhou Yeshan grinned even wider.

During the Qingming Festival, the sun was warm, and at nine o'clock in the morning, Song Yezhi lay on the bed with his eyes open.

The quilt was thickened last night, and when I woke up this morning, my body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.He suddenly realized that the habit of taking a bath every day had been unknowingly gone for the third month after he came to the north.

The emerald phoenix in the courtyard was chirping, indicating that someone had come.

Yi Qingwei turned the car key and entered the house, said hello to Song Yingjun, walked around the customer hall, and asked, "Are you up yet?"

Song Yingjun snorted, and said, "It's better if you don't teach me all day, little uncle. No, I'm like you to stay in bed."

Song Yezhi was not happy, he got up quickly, got out of bed and put on a coat and went out of the bedroom: "I woke up early."

Yi Qingwei rubbed his hair, and the original mess was smoothed out a lot, he urged: "Hurry up and wash up, then get in the car and leave, your sister-in-law didn't delay you."

On the eve of the holiday, both Yi Qingwei and Shen Le discussed taking their two children to play in the mountains during the Qingming holiday.Instead of going to restaurants and hotels on the mountain, I just want to look fresh, go picnic, and go camping.

Yi Jin listened and said that it was just right, and she also wanted to bring her friends with her.Gathering a group of six, Yi Jin planned to coax Yi Yan's off-road vehicle into his hands and drive up the mountain.

Yi Geun drives and her friend sits in the co-pilot.It was a girl, who looked a few years younger than Yi Jin, because it was the first time she met other people, she was a little reserved, and Yi Jin introduced her as "my college classmate, Li Naiyu."

Zhao Huanyu interrupted: "But sister, you look several years younger than my sister-in-law."

Li Naiyu glanced at Yi Jin and said, "Actually, I was her junior in college."

Zhao Huanyu: "Are you also studying finance?"

Li Naiyu nodded, and Zhao Huanyu asked again: "Does my sister have a boyfriend?"

Before Li Naiyu could answer, Zhao Huanyu was slapped by Yi Jin: "Go and tell your brother to hurry up!" Turning around, he warned, "Go and play by yourself, don't keep pestering Xiao Li."

Entering the mountain, the deeper you go, the lower the temperature.Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu, who were identifying plants, closed the window and turned their attention back to their chat.

Song Yezhi and Yi Qingwei sat next to each other.He was close to the window looking at the flowers before, and Yi Qingwei was domineering, so there was only a little space left for him.Yi Qingwei saw that they were no longer discussing the similarity between Honeysuckle and Gook Kiss, so he retracted his legs slightly to create a little more space for Song Yezhi to sit upright.

He put his palm on the back of Song Yezhi's hand and said, "Is it cold? There is a down jacket behind."

Song Yezhi shook his head: "It's not cold."

The hands were indeed not cold, so after rubbing the pads of their fingers a few times, Yi Qingwei asked, "Have you put on hand cream?"

"Old Uncle Tao wiped it on yesterday. It's too dry. He came here and his hands are getting flaky. If you wipe it too much, give it to me." Song Yezhi rubbed it by himself, "Is it obvious? "

Yi Qingwei took his right hand and handed it to Zhao Huanyu, saying, "Come on, touch it, it's smooth and tender, like an egg that has been peeled off its shell."

Hearing this, Song Yezhi's hand slithered away like a fish.

The group frolicked, and soon arrived at the restaurant located halfway up the mountain. After finding a place to park the car, they distributed tents, sleeping bags and other necessities bags and food for the picnic to each person's backpack, and began to climb the mountain.

Zhao Huan and Chong are at the forefront of the team, she is the one with high fighting spirit, and she is also the one with weak stamina.Without blushing or panting, Song Yezhi pulled out the leash and asked her to drag the other end, walking back and forth.

Shen Lejie slowed down and stood by the tree waiting for the two children who were chattering.He took the rope from Song Yezhi's hand, and said, "Go ahead, the things you carry are not light, and don't both of you fall into the same pit."

Yi Qingwei stood on a high slope not far away, looked down, and shouted: "Song Yezhi! Come up!"

Song Yezhi caught up with Yi Qingwei within a few minutes, panting a bit, and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

Yi Qingwei took out a bottle of medicine from the side of the backpack, pulled Song Yezhi closer, covered his eyes, and sprayed all over his body: "Mosquito repellent."

He touched the back of Song Yezhi's ear: "It's a step too late, I was bitten here, does it itch?"

Song Yezhi said: "I don't feel it." One more thing, "You only itch when you touch it."

Yi Qingwei stuffed the medicine in his backpack, reminding him to spray it from time to time.

They climbed to the summit at four o'clock in the afternoon. They found an open space to store their things. The girls set up barbecue grills and the boys collected firewood.

"Uncle, look, there is a big hole here."

Yi Qingwei put down the wood in both hands, heard the sound and looked over, the hole was not big, but a bit deep, almost as tall as a person.

Keng didn't take a look, he took the firewood from Song Yezhi's hand and put it on the ground, rubbing his hands.The wood residue has been smoothed away, and the red marks scraped by the branches are naturally clearly visible.

Blood marks, no bleeding.

"Does it hurt?"

No pain, slightly itchy.

Yi Qingwei: "It's only now that we've done two tricks."

Song Yezhi: "I didn't notice..."

Yi Qingwei pressed hard on the skin around the two marks, and said: "Go to my sister-in-law and ask for some water to wash." He pointed to the pit, "I will be responsible for making a safety mark for this place when I come back, don't get firewood. "

Song Yezhi lowered his eyes, staring at his and his overlapping hands from beginning to end, as if in a daze, nodded dullly: "Okay."

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