Yizhi

His back is always upright and straight, especially when he walks, the corners of his clothes catch the wind.Zhou Yeshan is his backseat, occasionally being his deskmate, no matter where he sits, his eyes like to fall on him, involuntarily.He likes his quiet eyelashes and the corners of his mouth, from head to toe, that unpretentious youthful look.He is like a fragrant plant, like the swans that have been active on the lake recently, with a natural and secret arrogance.

His double eyelids are narrow and slender, extending along the end of the eye, slightly raised, and carefully hidden the arc to the end of the eye.

Since Zhou Yeshan was in junior high school, he knew early on that he liked boys.It wasn't until he saw Song Yezhi that he knew that he could like it more.

The existence of "love at first sight" in the dictionary is not fake.

His lips are very dark, and the girls in the class have recently started to dress up, drawing their eyebrows and lips in the mirror together.His lips are like the lips of those girls who have chosen thousands of choices, and applied a thin layer of lipstick with their hands.

Even when sick.

Song Yezhi swallowed two cold medicines during the recess, his nose was stuffy and his head was dizzy. He lay down on the table with drooping eyelids, and Zhou Yeshan said that he was like a flower in Yanba.

Zhao Huan sat in front of him, straddled a chair, facing each other, and also followed Song Yezhi to lie on his stomach, looking at him at the same level: "Yanba Yanba is a small yellow chrysanthemum."

Zhou Yeshan suddenly lowered his head, fisted with his hands, and coughed twice while covering his mouth.

Zhao Huan and his eyes turned to him and asked, "What's wrong, the cold virus spreads so fast?"

When Didi Liu came back, the energetic Huang Ju was standing beside her.Zhao Huanyu straightened up a little, wanting to smile: "Teacher Huang."

Huang Ju didn't bother with her, and reached out to touch Song Yezhi's forehead: "How do you feel? You didn't listen to it in the last English class, did you?"

Song Yezhi: "A little dizzy."

She put down her hand, feeling a little hot.

"Go to Peking University Hospital next door?" Huang Ju said, "I also approved the leave for you in the afternoon. Come back to class when you recover from illness."

As soon as the knock was made, she asked which classmate would accompany Song Yezhi to the hospital.Zhao Huan and Zhou Yeshan looked at her with piercing eyes.

"It's enough to go to one."

Zhou Yeshan is an escort who was ordered to take care of people.When he arrived at the hospital, it was Song Yezhi who explained all the way, taught him the procedures, and even led him to the registration office, medicine pick-up area, and checkout area when he had a fever.

Finally, they sat in the infusion room.

The needle was inserted very smoothly, and it went in as soon as it slipped.The nurse adjusted the speed of the drip, and said: "Students help me to watch, and call someone if there is no more."

Zhou Yeshan nodded quickly: "Okay, thank you sister."

The hair on his forehead was fluffy and messy, which was caused by lying on his arms in the classroom before and walking all the way against the wind.Zhou Yeshan had long wanted to help him straighten it out, but now that he sat down, he reached out to him, fiddled with his hair a few times, and finally patted it lightly.

He unscrewed the bottle cap for him again, handed the bottle to his hand, and said, "Moisturize your lips and throat?"

Song Yezhi took it and thanked him.

He never liked to drink hot water. He had to drink it when he was sick, and he took a few sips while holding his breath.When he put down the bottle, a white coat was already standing in front of him.

Looking up, Yi Qingwei was frowning at him.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

He was not polite, and when he came, he took the forehead temperature test and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know..."

"Xiao Fang said she saw you. I thought she was here with her classmates, but she said that you were the one who got stabbed."

Song Yezhi works regularly, eats a healthy diet, dresses properly, and has no reason to catch a cold.He suspected that he was infected by the taxi master yesterday. Along the way, his nose was full of paper, his voice was hoarse, and he kept chatting with Song Yezhi, insisting on talking from the beginning to the end.

Zhou Yeshan then said hello uncle.

"Hello. Where's Zhao Huan and? Didn't come?"

Zhou Yeshan smiled: "I lost to rock-paper-scissors."

Yi Qingwei bent down and stuffed the borrowed hot water bottle into the palm of Song Yezhi's infusion.The liquid medicine is very cold, and some patients reported that their arms would tingle during the infusion, mostly because the blood vessels were stimulated.In May and June, no one brought a baby warmer, otherwise it would be more useful to paste the medicine bottle, and the hot water bottle was only obtained after asking around.

While doing this, he joked and replied: "Is there a math class soon? Otherwise, she will come along if she cheats."

Zhou Yeshan nodded in surprise, it was really Lao Xia's class.

"How much is the math test?"

Song Yezhi knew he wasn't asking himself, Yi Qingwei knew his grades well, so he naturally looked at Zhou Yeshan.

Zhou Yeshan was a little taken aback.

"98..."

"Not bad, go back to class."

Zhou Yeshan stopped being stunned, and shook his head like a rattle drum: "The sister nurse just told me to call her out of my medicine!"

"I'll take him to my office." Yi Qingwei took the cup and schoolbag into his hands, "It's okay, thank you for your hard work, Comrade Xiao Zhou, math class is indispensable, go back, don't worry."

Song Yezhi sat in front of Yi Qingwei's table, with his hands on his thighs, and a book on the table to pass the time.He didn't read the book, he would look up when someone passed by the door, sometimes it was Yi Qingwei, sometimes it was someone else.When the front of the door was clear, he lowered his head and fiddled with the hot water bottle, which was pink. He lightly rubbed the edge of it with his index finger.

His arm doesn't hurt.

Most of the time, Yi Qingwei was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. Whenever he had free time, he would go to the office to ask Song Yezhi to take his temperature and change the water for the cup.

The third time he came in was at 11:30, his hands were wet, Song Yezhi gave him a towel from the table.Yi Qingwei stood next to him and wiped his hands. After a while, Song Yezhi was shaken by his chin.The water droplets on those hands were wiped clean, and there was still moisture, moist and cool, which made his jaw tingle.

"I haven't seen you turn the pages of this book all morning, why?"

Song Yezhi closed the book, asked him to read the cover, and said, "It's not nutritious at all, why don't you show me the People's Daily."

The hand pinching the chin moved up to touch the forehead, frowning and said: "It still feels a little..."

"It's warm." Song Yezhi hastily picked up the thermometer on the table and put it in front of his eyes, "Isn't it?"

"Okay, let's go home and eat."

Their office often staggers their meal times, and Yi Qingwei usually eats last.

"not busy?"

"Let's go, I'm busy after dinner."

They went to the street store to pack the food, and on the way back to the community, Song Yezhi said that recently he always felt pain in the bones of his legs.

"Have you been eating calcium?"

"Sometimes I remember, sometimes..."

"I've grown a lot recently, have you measured it yourself?"

"176."

"Two or three centimeters longer? Not bad." When crossing the road, Yi Qingwei left the handbag and took Song Yezhi's hand with his right hand, "Remember to eat calcium and drink milk, and try to pass the hurdle of 180, okay? ?”

"This may not belong to my subjective consciousness."

After the road was over, the hands were naturally released again.

"The role of subjective initiative cannot be ignored." Yi Qingwei said.

When he reached the stairs, Yi Qingwei stopped for a moment, glanced at Song Yezhi, and asked, "Do you want me to carry you up?"

Song Yezhi actually felt scared, took a step back, and instinctively refused: "My feet have recovered."

Some time ago, he injured his foot, and it was very serious in the first few days. It was Yi Qingwei who carried him upstairs.It's nothing to Yi Qingwei. He climbed the sixth floor with a load of more than 100 catties without blushing or panting, but Song Yezhi on his back was suffering.

His arms unskillfully wrapped around Yi Qingwei's neck, his chin was jerky looking for a suitable place to rest on his shoulders, his waist, abdomen and chest were tightly attached to his solid and broad back.

They approached infinitely, and the physical distance gradually approached zero. At that time, Yi Qingwei's body temperature and smell enveloped him, surrounded him, and inexplicably became a powerful force, comforting him and attacking him.The sense of being satisfied and being invaded come from the same person. This is the first time Song Yezhi faced such a situation, confused and helpless.

Song Yezhi deliberately slowed down his breathing when lying on Yi Qingwei's back, but his heart rate was always too fast.His heart is so close to him, I don't know if he has been noticed.

But there is no way, this is beyond his control.

"Not uncomfortable anymore?" Yi Qingwei asked.

Song Yezhi walked forward first, with a relaxed tone: "I'm not that weak."

The key to open the door was Song Yezhi's key, Yi Qingwei walked in front, but stood at the door waiting for him.

He took out the key, the jack, and before turning it, the door opened.Song Yezhi was startled, and stepped back suddenly, stepping on Yi Qingwei behind him.

The person behind him lightly supported his waist, smiled sullenly, probably lowered his head, exhaled warm breath on the back of his neck, and then heard him say: "What kind of guts is this?"

The one who opened the door from the house was Yu Shiying, the sister who had a relationship with Song Yezhi once.He silently retracted his feet, stood up straight, and greeted people.

Yi Qingwei took his schoolbag and the bag in his hand into the house first, and he stayed behind to change his shoes.

Yu Shiying came here for the first time, and she didn't know the layout and habits of the house, so the high-heeled shoes she changed were placed at the entrance.Song Yezhi bent down, lifted her shoes, and put them in the shoe cabinet.The place where Zhao Huan and his slippers were usually placed in the shoe cabinet was empty, Song Yezhi was taken aback, and after thinking about it, Yu Shiying should have put them on.

She was making soup in the kitchen, Yi Qingwei went to help, filled two bowls and brought them over.

"Just right, the packaged dishes didn't come with soup." Yi Qingwei looked back at Song Yezhi, "Hurry up and eat."

Song Yezhi walked slowly to the dining table and sat down. Before packing meals for three people, he thought that one was for Zhao Huan.

Yu Shiying is a lively and talkative girl, and the corners of her mouth have never been lowered since she entered the door.

"Yi Qingwei, is that how you treat my paintings?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Yu Shiying pointed to the cabinet at the entrance.

"Will you leave it there for me?"

"How wonderful." Yi Qingwei pulled the chair and sat down, "It's neatly arranged, you can see it as soon as you enter the door, and Zhao Huanyu will sweep the dust for you on time."

Yu Shiying didn't argue with him too much, sat down, pushed two bowls of soup in front of Song Yezhi, handed him the chopsticks, and said, "This is ginger soup, this is chicken soup..."

Yi Qingwei pulled the bowl of ginger soup to his hand.

"Drink ginger soup after meals."

Song Yezhi said, "Thank you sister."

The two sat next to each other, and Song Yezhi lowered his head to pick up the rice.Yu Shiying and Yi Qingwei adjust their chopsticks in the same way, they both like to hold them vertically, knocking on the table so that the two chopsticks are even in their hands before they are willing to pick up food.After so many years of getting along, they developed exactly the same obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He took another bite of rice, looked up at the clock face, when will Zhao Huan and come back.

While swallowing the rice, he was bewildered again - Yi Qingwei gave Yu Shiying the key.