Yizhi

It is very easy to catch a cold in April, which is hot and cold, but it is not easy for the resident doctors in the hospital to get rid of the cold as soon as possible.

There are several desks in the office, and they are combined to form many office positions. Looking at the direction of the finger, the one by the window is messy, with a lot of papers arranged in disorder, and two pots of green cactus are in a pile of white documents. , very eye-catching.

"Thank you."

"He should be here soon."

"Okay, thank you." Song Yezhi nodded slightly and said again.

He came at mealtime, and Yi Qingwei was still in the operating room.

Holding the lunch box in the air, there is no clean place to drop on the table.Song Yezhi turned around and placed it on the window sill.Looking back at the information scattered across the table, I am afraid that there is order in chaos?He neatly arranged them into a stack and placed them on the shelf on the table.

The cactus is raised in fine sand, and the thorns are soft.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and Yi Qingwei's voice sounded: "Which snail boy is this?"

A white coat can create an aura, especially when worn over a white shirt with a tie and on a young and straight body.

There is a sense of vigor and majesty, which attracts people to take a look, and wants to take a second look to distinguish whether it is better to be high-spirited or not angry.

"Uncle, Uncle Tao said, you are sick, you have to eat something good, otherwise you will never recover."

In fact, Song Yezhi felt that the dishes were not very good, but the fish soup was good, and people stood guard by the pot for as long as it was boiled.

Yi Qingwei took off his white coat and sat down, unbuttoned his sleeves slowly, and opened the lids of the lunch boxes one by one.Song Yezhi looked at him with his chin propped up beside him, the majesty was gone, only vitality remained.

His tone was cool: "Uncle, no wonder you have a cold."

Yi Qingwei put two chopsticks upright and tapped on the table, knowing what he meant: "Okay, please go over there and bring me my coat."

When he got up, Yi Qingwei looked down at his feet and asked if they were all right, then asked about his forehead, whether there were any scars, and then asked how he was picking the piano, and whether he practiced smoothly.

After asking, I realized that I have been really busy these days, and I don't care about my children.Quickly stuffed a mouthful of minced meat eggplant to reward myself.

Song Yezhi was sitting next to him, watching him eat, Yi Qingwei shared half of the fish soup and handed it to him.Song Yezhi shook his head and refused, and let him drink it by himself, adding another word, he had to finish it.

"I'll see if there will be a scar left on the wound on the forehead."

Song Yezhi lifted up the broken hair in front, exposing his forehead, and leaned over.Yi Qingwei blocked the light by himself, put his fingers on his face, turned the person's head back and forth, and pressed his fingertips on the mark that was obviously whiter than other places after reading it, as if rewarding it.

"good."

Song Yezhi slowly put down his hands, shook his head twice, and straightened his hair.

Physical contact can indeed promote the psychological distance between people. One more touch will bring you closer, laying a good foundation for the next time, and thus getting closer and closer.

Song Yezhi reflected on his resistance to contact, which was the main reason for his ineffective communication in the past.

"Where's the piano?"

"The violin is the best in the store, and I practice every day after I get it back."

"If you hate practicing the piano, you won't practice, and we won't go to that party."

Song Yezhi's jaw stopped, and he straightened up: "I don't hate it."

"Then why don't you have a smiling face after sitting for a long time. The whole person is drooping."

Song Yezhi was unaware of his depression, so naturally he had no idea of ​​the reason for his depression, and he followed Yi Qingwei to think about the ins and outs.Until the end of the meal, he found nothing, but the light-bottomed lunch box urged him to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Uncle, are you going to fall in love?"

Yi Qingwei almost choked.

"Talk about what?"

"You don't know how to reject people, so once they confess their love and pursue them, they just nod and start dating."

"Yeah." Yi Qingwei nodded, "Who are you talking to?"

"Sister Yu Shiying."

Yi Qingwei looked at him, thought for a while, and asked, "I didn't tell you her name, did I?"

"Ah, brother Wang Xinghe told me." Song Yezhi said, "When I went to the store that day, they thought I was your girlfriend...Uncle, eat slowly."

Yi Qingwei finally choked.

Why does Wang Xinghe tell his children everything?

"Then Sister Yu Shiying came to the store—wearing high heels and a short skirt."

"What does she go to the piano store to paint?"

Song Yezhi thought that he was also a painter.

But it doesn't matter now.

"It's about seeing a rival in love." Song Yezhi reasoned to him, "The rival in love she said is your girlfriend. Since your girlfriend is her rival in love, doesn't she like you?"

Yu Shiying, Wang Xinghe, and Yi Qingwei have been classmates for three years, and they are well-known iron triangles in the class. They have not broken contact for several years in college, and they are still iron-clad.He regards Yu Shiying as a friend, and Yu Shiying has never expressed "like" attitude towards him, even most of the time she is closer to Wang Xinghe.

Wang Xinghe has always been the bridge between them, the screw of the Iron Triangle, without him, the Triangle would fall apart.

Song Yezhi asked: "You don't know that she likes you? - Then...then you forget what I just said."

Song Yezhi covered his ears: "Before Sister Yu Shiying confesses her love, you should act as if you don't know anything."

Yi Qingwei pulled him to sit down: "Okay, you don't know, and don't tell Zhao Huanyu, or I will kill you both."

Song Yezhi: "Oh... Zhou Yeshan also knows."

"Zhao Huan and you didn't say anything, did you tell Zhou Yeshan?" Yi Qingwei wondered, "Are you and Zhou Yeshan so good now?"

"No, Zhou Yeshan was with me that day." Song Yezhi thought for a while, "But it's really good. He took good care of me and even gave me a walking stick."

Yi Qingwei secretly suspected that he was worthless, so he was bought with a pair of crutches?

"Will you bring me food tomorrow?"

Song Yezhi was already packing up the empty lunch box: "Why don't you come?"

The weekend ended quickly, and a few days later, the Youth Day party came as scheduled.

Since the morning, the backstage has become lively, and it is even more noisy in the afternoon.People changing clothes, putting on makeup, practicing on the spot, crowded with people, if you don't pay attention, you will bump into them if you turn your back.

Song Yezhi went directly to the backstage from home to school, where Zhao Huanyu was waiting for him.

For a moment, the background was inexplicably quiet.All the eyes on the scene were fixed on the visitor.Zhao Huan and Shun looked over, shouted "My God" in his heart, stepped forward and dragged Song Yezhi to the corner seat.

She straightened Song Yezhi's bow tie, and looked at it again from top to bottom. This man was all over the body, and even the folds of his clothes were exquisite.A change of clothes is a change of bones. The mild and seductive look becomes sharp and beautiful, which directly hits people's hearts.

She said, luckily I didn't listen to your bad idea of ​​wearing a school uniform, thank you Zhou Yeshan for his aesthetics, and treat him to a big meal after the party.

Song Yezhi: "But school uniforms are indeed looser than suits."

Zhao Huan and: "..."

Song Yezhi's program was scheduled to open at the party, and as the time approached, the auditorium gradually filled up.The four moderators are already working on the final draft.

Zhao Huanyu took a look outside and said, "I'll go see if my uncle and the others are here, you wait here for me."

Song Yezhi wanted to be with her, but was stopped.

"Don't sway around in this suit."

Zhao Huan found Yi Qingwei, Wang Xinghe and Zhou Yeshan sitting with them in the middle of the second row.

"Uncle." She beckoned, approached and exclaimed, "Er Dou, why are you here today!"

A few years ago, Wang Xinghe was almost obsessed with Dou Wei, so he was very interested in music. He formed a band in college, and he vowed to become the second Dou Wei.Zhao Huanyu couldn't stand being nagged by him at that time, so she nicknamed him "Er Dou".

Wang Xinghe made room for her and replied, "I'm here for after-sales research."

"How did you get your hair this color?"

"Does it look good?"

Before Zhao Huanyu commented, Yi Qingwei stopped him first: "You can't make it look good or not."

"whispering sound."

Zhao Huan and sat down, separated by two people, and said to Zhou Yeshan next to him: "The suit you picked..." She gave a thumbs up, "When Xiaoye entered the backstage, everyone's eyes were absolutely amazing. .”

Zhou Yeshan knew it, as early as when he was waiting for him outside the dressing room of the clothing store.

After chatting for a while, the headlights in the auditorium went out with a "snap", and the stage lights turned on immediately.The host stepped onto the stage, memorized the host script in cadence, everyone applauded a few times, and finally the hostess announced:

"Please enjoy next, violin solo - "Praise of Love". Performer - Class 6, Grade [-], Song Yezhi."

His show was scheduled to open.

In the huge auditorium, only a beam of light was left shining, hitting Song Yezhi in a beige suit.He walked slowly to the center of the stage, stood still, held the bow in his right hand and the piano in his left, and bowed to the bottom of the stage.

When Song Yezhi appeared on the stage, there was an uproar, and when he bowed, the audience's emotions were even higher, and the applause was thunderous.

Yi Qingwei looked at the stage, and the applause from his hands seemed to wake him up.

They came early and picked the best viewing position in the audience.Directly opposite, he stood in white under the white light, standing straight, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes hidden in the shadow cast, only the bridge of his nose and chin were exposed, plated with a layer of platinum.

Zhao Huanyu didn't lie, Yi Qingwei thought.

Song Yezhi spotted Yi Qingwei almost at a glance, and he was part of the warm applause from the audience.But he is calm, and the look in his eyes is also calm.Unlike the other three, who laughed and cheered for him.

Song Yezhi ignored him and only looked at him, making sure that his eyes were not only calm, but also contained sporadic smiles and appreciation, so he took his bow and started the first song tonight.

The track was decided by Zhao Huan and he was very happy to play this one.The violin teacher who has taught him for almost ten years, got married on her 40th birthday last year. At her wedding, Song Yezhi and a group of brothers and sisters played the song "Praise of Love" for the teacher as a wedding gift .

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, clear and ethereal, and streams of clear rivers continuously drilled out of the ancient well, flowed in the hall, trickled into everyone's ears, and affected their breath.Song Yezhi belonged to Aegin. As soon as the sound was heard, he sank into it with all his heart, concentrating on bowing, shaking his head and waist with ecstasy.

It is also convenient for others to watch him without distraction.

Practicing the violin is difficult. Naturally, it is extremely hard for children who practice the violin.Yi Qingwei stripped himself, and the people in the stands thought, maybe he was practicing the piano when other children were eating candy; he was practicing the piano when playing house; he was practicing the piano when listening to his parents reading fairy tales .

That's why I found out during the chat that day that Song Yezhi didn't know that Alps were hard candy; his daughter who had never read Hai traded her voice for her legs, and didn't understand the rules of jumping grid. Even the game of Monopoly was read by himself. The game description is listening to Zhao Huan and Jiaojiao.

What I missed when I was young, I didn’t want to make up for it when I grew up, so I just let it go and missed it all the time.

He doesn't feel sad for missing out, and he doesn't think the boring practice is boring.

Day after day, year after year of tempering, more than half of the audience stood up and applauded him at this moment.

At the end of the song, he gracefully and gentlemanly took a curtain call.

Yi Qingwei also stood up slowly, for him.The people on the stage are elegant, as elegant as the violin, they are astonishing when they sing, and they are so quiet when they are silent.

Just like now, when the performance was over, before he had time to step off the stage, he looked at them, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and smiled brightly.

When meeting him for the first time, Yi Qingwei said it was a pity to miss witnessing his growth.That regret is real.

They left the table early, went to the side door to wait for Song Yezhi to pick up the piano box, and then went to dinner.

Wang Xinghe had to drive the car out of the parking lot first, and parked it at the school gate. He asked Zhao Huanyu to lead him the way.

"Er Dou, what brain?"

Wang Xinghe: "I didn't think about remembering the way when I came here."

Zhao Huanyu: "No, I will wait here for Xiaoye."

Wang Xinghe: "Hurry up."

Zhou Yeshan stood up: "I'll go, I just know where the car is parked."

Wang Xinghe followed Zhou Yeshan, turning his head to look at Zhao Huanyu resentfully.Zhao Huanyu saw it and chased after him.

"Oh, come on, the three of us are together, shall we go together?"

Song Yezhi was dragged and chatted for a while by the backstage people, and finally got out, the sky outside was completely dark.Yi Qingwei stood by the side door, did nothing, put his hands in his pockets, looked in the direction of the backstage and waited for someone.

When it came to him, the excitement of his performance obviously hadn't subsided, it didn't show on his mouth, it was all in his eyes.

"Uncle, how are you?"

he asks.

"very good."

Song Yezhi's collarbone was red, and it didn't go away after a long time. His thumb was even redder, and the light was poor. If he didn't pay attention, it looked like he saw blood.

"Does it hurt?"

he asks.

"It doesn't hurt."

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I almost forgot to change it, this is a bit pitiful for a stand-alone machine.