Yizhi

When getting into the sleeping bag, the cell phone in the clothes vibrated, Song Yezhi ignored it, lay down neatly, and vibrated again.Song Yezhi freed his hands and took out his phone to read, there were two text messages.

Yi Qingwei bowed his waist and came into the tent, saw that Song Yezhi was already lying down, and asked, "Is it cold?"

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

He shifted his gaze back to the phone screen.

"Get in touch with mom more in the future, okay?"

Song Yezhi turned over with doubts on his face, and clicked on the previous one.

"Your father and I divorced in March."

——Why should it be divided into two hairs?Song Yezhi thought.

——This was the first time Jin Min took the initiative to talk to him after he came to Beijing.Song Yezhi thought again.

——He was sentenced to Sung Joon.

——Or maybe they didn't go to court, and everyone sat down calmly and agreed, who would own the house, who would own the shares, and who would Song Yezhi belong to.

The screen went off, and Song Yezhi turned it on.Off again, press on again.That line of writing was badly read, and he didn't know the word "mother".

Yi Qingwei asked again: "Cold?"

Song Yezhi checked the two messages and pressed the "Delete" button.

"Are you sure you want to delete?"

Song Yezhi felt a little cold at this moment, and said, "It's a little bit now."

"Hands are shaking all the time." Yi Qingwei moved and said, "Come here, share a sleeping bag with me."

Song Yezhi threw the phone aside, crawled over and squeezed together with Yi Qingwei.

"Uncle, did you wear perfume today?"

Yi Qingwei said: "It's almost smoked by the smell of barbecue after spraying it."

Song Yezhi asked for proof, his right hand climbed up, like a vine growing, gently hooked Yi Qingwei's neck, raised his face, and leaned up like this.

Yi Qingwei's hand on Song Yezhi's shoulder tightened suddenly, but he didn't back down. The side of his neck was hot and cold, which was Song Yezhi's breath.Just a moment of nervousness, Yi Qingwei's hand loosened, but the numbness from the side of the neck to the back of the head could not be relieved.

He pinched the back of Song Yezhi's neck: "Like a pervert, what do you smell?"

"Do you like this fragrance very much? You always wear it."

"It smells good, don't you like it too?" Yi Qingwei wrapped him around his chest, hugged him tightly, and warned, "Don't attack my neck next time, I almost beat you."

Of the five human senses, the sense of smell has the longest memory.But Song Yezhi was afraid of mistakes, so he wanted to find this kind of incense, buy it, and give it to Yi Qingwei.

It is also his heart to do what he likes.

Song Yezhi stretched out his fingers and scratched the side of his neck again, gently, without any hint of naughtiness, just as if he was doing nothing at all, he said, "You have to get used to it, what if your neck is a weakness?"

"Who's okay to sniff my neck?"

"I?"

"That's you."

Once warmed, he regained consciousness, and the pain was soft and soft, pouring out without bounds.

——They were divorced a long time ago, Jin Min just thought of Song Yezhi today and let her know.Better than Song Jun, Song Jun hasn't remembered yet.

Sun Xiu and his child were just full term, and they failed to be a father for the first time, so they erased it and used a new one to focus on it.

Separate well, everyone can go to find their own happiness.

Song Yezhi still couldn't help it, saying that he drank too much Coke during the day and wanted to pee.

"Don't go too far, just go to the edge of the woods." Yi Qingwei looked up and took a look, "Put on your coat before going out."

"No, I'll be right back."

"If you don't come back in 3 minutes, I will beat you."

"5 minutes." Song Yezhi bargained with him.

The firewood is not extinguished and can burn overnight. Under the firelight, the signs made during the day are very conspicuous.Two wooden sticks more than one meter in length supported a piece of foam board with uneven corners, on which a few large characters were written in thin yellow mud:

"This is a big pit, please don't approach it."

A red cloth was also tied to one of the sticks, which looks like a miniature red flag when viewed against the wind.

Song Yezhi stood next to the wooden stick, did not untie his belt, and only took a deep breath towards the woods.One by one, the deep breaths became shorter and shorter, more urgent, and the last breath was exhaled, and the tears also fell.

When it flows on the face, it loses its heat when it is blown by the wind.Once it escapes from the eye sockets and freezes, the speed of sliding down becomes gentle.

Song Yezhi never wiped his tears with his fingers or the back of his hands, and the more he wiped, the dirtier he got.He used his sleeve to press on the eye sockets, sucking up what would never fall.He coughed twice and cleared his throat. There was nothing unusual, and he walked away.

Coincidentally, the first foot stepped on the puddle of yellow mud diluted by water, and when it slipped, his right foot lost strength. Song Yezhi threw himself forward and rolled down the slope into the woods.

He said at the time, let Zhao Huan and Shao mix some water there.

It was half an hour before Yi Qingwei found someone.

5 minutes is 5 minutes, and no one came in after 5 minutes, so Yi Qingwei yelled a few times, but got up to see what was going on when he didn't hear a response.

Walking around the edge of the woods, I saw the long line of reflective mud beside the pit.

Yi Qingwei immediately went back to the tent and took Song Yezhi's down jacket. The moment he bent over, the phone screen on the spread out down jacket lit up, and there was a new message.

Unlocking while walking, what was presented was not new information, but—"Are you sure you want to delete?"

In the darkness, Song Yezhi was covered in mud.The forehead was hot and cold, and when I reached out to touch it, one finger was sticky and wet, and when I twisted my fingers, it dried up immediately, and then there was a faint smell of blood.He was disgusted and scared, and after wiping his hands on the mud a few times, he tried to stand up. His right foot must have been sprained and he couldn't exert any strength.

After being dazed for a moment while hugging the tree trunk, he gritted his teeth and climbed up with hands and feet.

There is a moon tonight, but the light is caught by the towering trees, and the light cannot leak out.After climbing a long way, he was suddenly dazzled by the strong light above his head. At that moment, Song Yezhi was completely exhausted and felt exhausted. He lay down on his back with peace of mind, and shouted:

"Uncle—!"

The man was wrapped in a down jacket and held tightly in his arms. Yi Qingwei picked the leaves and mud from his hair.

"Is it cold?"

"It's not cold now."

"Are you scared?"

"Don't be afraid now."

These two answers burned Yi Qingwei's heart, and he sighed: "You are so good."

The right arm passed under Song Yezhi's knees, and picked him up by the waist.Song Yezhi circled his neck again, and pressed his head against his chest again.

"It's okay to be afraid." Yi Qingwei said, "Uncle will take you back."

When I walked to the tent, the firewood was not extinguished, and it could burn all night.

The night will end, the darkness will have an end.

Song Yezhi thought that relatives also pay attention to fate. Fortunately, Song Jun and Jin Min woke up in time and stopped binding each other with superficial appearances, and finally let him go.

Zhou Yeshan came over with a book and drove away Song Yezhi's tablemate Hong Jingyuan, and he sat down slowly.

"What's wrong with your feet?"

Song Yezhi was working on a question left by the teacher in class, and answered without raising his eyes: "I fell while climbing a mountain."

Zhou Yeshan looked closer, stroked the scab on his forehead, and asked, "Why did you fall, it's all disfigured."

In fact, his left hand was the most injured. When he rolled down, his first reaction was to protect his head with his hands, and then he used his left hand to protect his right hand.So now I can still write with my right hand, but my left hand can only hang down, and it takes a lot of effort to lift it up.

"Rolled down the slope, and was caught by a tree." Song Yezhi tilted his head, "Don't touch it, don't affect the scab."

Zhou Yeshan was happy: "You are quite considerate of others."

The class bell rang, but Zhou Yeshan didn't leave, Song Yezhi glanced at him.

Zhou Yeshan: "What's the matter, I brought all my textbooks. Can Hong Jingyuan sit in my seat?"

Song Yezhi smiled: "All right, Hong Jingyuan has no objections."

Zhou Yeshan was surprised: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yezhi heard a gossip, and before Huang Ju entered the classroom, he briefly summed it up: "I'm happy for Hong Jingyuan. He likes Li Xinrui, but Li Xinrui likes you. Come here now and let Hong Jingyuan and Li Xinrui sit together. Completed him."

Zhou Yeshan stretched his legs, leaned back on the chair, and said, "Then you are also happy for me. I will not only make him perfect, but also myself."

Song Yezhi asked: "Do you hate Li Xinrui so much?"

Zhou Yeshan: "I don't hate her. Hong Jingyuan likes Li Xinrui, and I like you. I will sit here from now on, okay?"

At this time Huang Ju came in, and the classroom was instantly silent.

Song Yezhi covered his mouth with his right hand, and softly replied the last sentence: "You can sit here, but you can't put two different likes together."

The voice penetrated into Zhou Yeshan's ears, and the heat penetrated into Zhou Yeshan's skin. He looked at Song Yezhi's fair side face and didn't speak again.

Huang Ju's eyes were piercing, and she noticed the change of position at a glance.But he didn't pick on Song Yezhi, instead he shouted: "Zhou Yeshan."

"arrive."

"Where should you sit?"

Zhou Yeshan said with a playful smile, "Teacher, Song Yezhi is injured, I'll sit here and take care of him."

"It's quite helpful. Where's Hong Jingyuan? Can't take care of him?"

Zhou Yeshan turned his head to look at Hong Jingyuan, who was blushing, and said, "He...he has to ask the class representative questions, and his English is too poor to help."

Huang Ju sighed, gave Zhou Yeshan a warning look, and started class.

The habit of taking a bath every day has changed, and instead I have the habit of taking a lunch break.

Song Yezhi had a dream, dreaming that he was standing by the river, the river was slowly rising, and there were willow leaves on the water surface, floating towards him, paddling around at his feet.When the water covered his ankles, Song Yezhi woke up, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Yi Qingwei sitting at the end of the bed, rubbing medicine for himself.

Yi Qingwei was the doctor Song Yezhi had ever met, and he was the most lenient doctor when applying medicine.

Song Yezhi had a lot of scratches and bruises on his body. After applying medicine to his sprained feet, he rubbed some on his calves and knees, and then on his waist and abdomen.Yi Qingwei gently lifted the quilt, and then lifted the thin clothing. Just as the cotton swab touched his skin, his waist shrank severely.

Yi Qingwei thought it was pain, so his movements were lighter.

In the end, I wanted to see how the injury on his forehead was recovering and whether there would be a scar. When I looked up, I saw Song Yezhi's eyes were open, with sleepiness locked in his eyes, and he didn't know how long he had been looking at him.

"When did you wake up?"

Song Yezhi remembered something, his sleepy eyes cleared up, and he said, "Next time, don't attack my waist, I almost beat you."

Yi Qingwei looked at his waist, nodded, his eyes were calm, and his tone was threatening: "I'll wait until you recover from your injury."

He never kept a diary, and the days passed by without looking back--nothing to remember, no point in looking back.

Lying on the bed with injuries all over her body, her right foot and left hand were in excruciating pain, and her knees and waist were itchy like ants crawling.This pain and itching was the first time Song Yezhi had suffered on the flesh in more than ten years. It was fatal, but it overwhelmed his inexplicable indifference to the passing time.

That night, Song Yezhi dug out the school award notebook and wrote it down concisely in his diary.

"Song Jun and Jin Min divorced."

"Accidentally fell down the hillside and was injured."

"Uncle..."

The tip of the pen stopped for a few seconds and crossed out "Uncle".There are many uncles, but Yi Qingwei only has one.After pausing for a few more seconds, he simply tore up the page and wrote it again.

"They're divorced."

"Fall down the hill."

"Yi Qingwei, on April 1996, 4, asked me 'whether it's cold' four times within 4 hours. The tree saved my life, and he saved my life. Late at night, dark, windy and cold, the woods There are a lot of weird noises in there, I'm really not afraid, the pain really hurts - but it doesn't matter if it hurts."