Yizhi

The grass is not as soft as it looks, and the skin behind the ears is constantly scratched.The dense clouds surged out from a corner of the sky, approaching Song Yezhi constantly, he held his breath, feeling as if he was being suffocated by the boundless white.

Clouds spread across the sky in front of him, and he closed his eyes.

Song Yezhi usually didn't slack off in physical education class, but today he was lying flat on the grass with his eyes closed, looking very tired.Zhou Yeshan stared at him from a distance, and when he approached, he threw a volleyball, which landed next to Song Yezhi's palm.

"You don't practice anymore?"

Song Yezhi embraced the ball at hand and got up.

"practice."

There is also a final test for physical education, and the students are hurrying to practice.

The usual activists were a little passive and sabotaged today. They were distracted when padding the ball, and the ball was deflected by the pad and flew far away.Rolling all the way under a white skirt, Song Yezhi sighed and ran to chase.

The girl looked at the ball, then at Song Yezhi running in the distance, hesitated for a few seconds, and kicked with her foot up.

"Ah—" she screamed, and after realizing it, she lowered her voice again, her tone was urgent, "my shoes—"

It was still heard by the students around, and everyone looked at it in a blink of an eye. The ball and the shoe drew two different parabolas, and there were sparse laughter from the crowd.

Song Yezhi bent down to pick up the slowly rolling ball, then walked a few steps forward and picked up a small white sneaker.

He squatted down, put the shoe on the left foot of the girl standing on tiptoe, put his arm around the ball, said "thank you" and "sorry" to the girl.

The embarrassed girl couldn't help laughing: "Excuse me?"

"Ah..." Song Yezhi scratched his ears, "Your shoes..."

"The letter I wrote to you... have you read it?"

Suddenly, the white dress in front of him became a little familiar, and Song Yezhi thought about something unimportant: Why do you always wear a skirt to PE class?

He decided to pretend to be stupid: "What letter?"

"I sent you a letter, I am Chen from Class 13..."

His shoulders were hugged tightly by the person behind him, Zhou Yeshan was panting heavily beside him, with fine sweat on the tip of his nose.

"Pick up a ball to pick up a lesson? Let's go—"

Song Yezhi was walked away by Zhou Yeshan's arms. Halfway there, Zhou Yeshan leaned over and asked, "Hey——have you read her letter?"

"Are you hot?" Song Yezhi pressed his index finger away from him, "I didn't see it."

That green shade was the base of their three physical education classes, and Zhao Huanyu was sitting in the shadow playing with a fan to watch them approach.

"Sister Shi Ying went abroad, and the plane flew away at noon. The school applied for it early, and she told me that if the uncle agreed to her, she would stay. Now it is a failure? When did I confess my love? I didn't know See, she moves so fast."

Zhao Huanyu talked non-stop, and Song Yezhi drank water non-stop.When she finished speaking, he was still drinking.

Seeing that most of the bottle was gone, Zhou Yeshan stopped him: "Save some for me, okay?"

Zhao Huanyu squinted slightly, looked ahead, and fell into an unknown depression.

Zhou Yeshan bowed his head and asked, "Why are you so sad when someone failed to confess?"

Zhao Huan shook his head.

"Sister Shi Ying is the one who likes my uncle the most. She has been in love with him for so many years without saying anything, because she feels that he doesn't care about love. She doesn't reject people when they come, and doesn't keep them when they leave. I'm afraid that my uncle will agree, and I'm even more afraid that my uncle will not agree. I feel sad that she is gone, and I always feel that she has lost something, and my uncle has also lost something."

"Aren't they going to see each other again?" Zhao Huanyu asked.

No one responded, and continued to talk to himself: "I can still see what I want to see, but everything must have changed."

Zhou Yeshan was not a sentimental master, and Song Yezhi didn't say anything, and Zhao Huan and Youyou stared at the two of them standing stupidly.

Song Yezhi touched Zhou Yeshan.

Zhou Yeshan: "But... But there must be a result for the two of them. Good or bad are equally divided, and no one should be too greedy. Now that something is bad, there is nothing to complain about. End the previous one earlier, so that we can get better. Go and meet the next one soon—in case Shi Ying brings back a foreigner and gives birth to a mixed-race child, two families in China and a foreign country, how happy it is, isn't it?"

Zhao Huanyu was still unhappy and did not speak.

Seeing the situation, Song Yezhi continued, "...I'll treat you to...KFC after school?"

Zhao Huan nodded: "Okay."

Zhou Yeshan: "..."

"Wang Xinghe, did you instigate Yu Shiying's matter?"

"what's up?"

Fortunately, it was on the phone, otherwise Wang Xinghe, who pretended to be garlic, would have been kicked.

"What's the matter? I'll give you time, think about it, and then talk to me."

Yi Qingwei's tone was laid-back, not looking for trouble at all.

Wang Xinghe changed the subject: "During working hours, the leader allows you to talk nonsense on the phone?"

"lunch time."

"Brother, it's three o'clock in the afternoon."

"The emergency department is like this. Have you figured it out?" Yi Qingwei asked, "Did you tell her about my renting a room next to the hospital?"

"What? You don't want to help?"

"Don't put a hat on my head. Don't do this kind of thing in front of me again, it's annoying."

"I'm fucking annoying. If she likes you, she likes you, and she comes to me every day to build bridges and beams. When she comes to the Lord, she doesn't make a sound, but when she comes to me, she beats drums and gongs. It's annoying."

"Okay, the bridge you built is good, and I sent someone abroad."

Wang Xinghe lit a cigarette: "It's decided to go abroad, otherwise she dares to have a showdown with you?"

Yi Qingwei didn't want to mention what happened that night, and his five-year friend would break up after two or three sentences.He was a little impatient: "Anyway, don't..."

Wang Xinghe coaxed the uncle: "Okay, I know, I know... I only bothered you this time, right?"

"that is it."

Wang Xinghe called him to stop: "Hey, Yugong's bar is ready today, go over to have a few drinks after get off work, and give him a big show."

"Tired, don't go, just bring a message, as long as the message arrives."

He snorted, "Does he lack your words? What his new store lacks is the air of a living person." Speaking of popularity, Wang Xinghe smiled, "Zhao Huan and that girl are the most noisy, so I'll call her .”

Yi Qingwei was amused by his stupidity, rubbed the back of his sore neck, sighed, and said: "You have to ask your bones, Shen Le will be broken if you can't hold it."

"And Ono, bring the two children to see the world."

Yi Qingwei paused and asked, "Are you really tired of living?"

"He's in your charge now?"

"Otherwise?" Yi Qingwei said, "To you?"

"Isn't that please don't move you? I'll just be obedient. Besides, what we are doing is a serious entertainment place, not a gathering place for ghosts and ghosts."

"Pull it down, get out."

Wang Xinghe really dared to test whether his bones were strong or not. He drove to the gate of No. [-] Middle School early and waited. He got out of the car and sent a message to Zhao Huanyu. The content was roughly "Don't leave after school, find me at the gate".

As soon as the message showed that the message was sent successfully, Yu Gong called and asked if he had an appointment with Yi Qingwei.

"Don't worry, I'm sure, both of his sons are in my hands."

"Two? Isn't it just Zhao Huan and the one who came to the bar?"

"My little nephew came back from the south a few years ago."

Yu Gong responded: "Oh, a little nephew has appeared. Come on, my younger brother is also taking his classmates today, and the two are not alone. Hey——can you drink?"

"Yes, Zhao Huan and have been drinking since childhood, but let's prepare some drinks. Ono doesn't know whether to drink or not."

"Okay, come here quickly and eat something to fill your stomach."

"They're out of school—well, that's all."

Zhao Huan and the school gate waved to him, walked up to him, smiling and in a good mood: "Er Dou, what are you doing here?"

Wang Xinghe opened the door and said, "Take you to play, get in the car."

"We still have to eat KFC." Zhao Huanyu hesitated, "Where should we go?"

"Excuse me, KFC has bar stimulation?"

Without saying a word, he pulled Song Yezhi and sat in the car.

Wang Xinghe didn't lie, the bar is a serious bar, there is no feasting and kissing and touching legs, only the eye-catching big wine cabinet which takes up half of the wall.

The store is dimly lit, and the stereo plays soothing pure music, occasionally playing a few refreshing English songs.The boss is a thoughtful person. Except for the open tables and chairs placed in front of the singing stage, the other big tables for three or five people, eight or ten people are all separated by half-covered decorations, and the boundary between private space and public space Ambiguous, there is room for both sides.

The overall feeling, the atmosphere is quite good.

In the afternoon, there were still very few people. They had packed food from KFC across the street, and a dozen people sat around to eat.

Later, the atmosphere gradually heated up, most of the drumsticks were removed, and the wine began to be served.Only Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu were gnawing chicken wings and sucking their fingers next to each other.

"Where is the man?"

I heard Yi Qingwei's voice.

Then the footsteps approached, and he leaned in. The first thing he did was to punch Wang Xinghe a few times: "Do you want to change your fucking virtue?"

Wang Xinghe was grinning, and was also gnawing on the chicken wings, blocking it with his greasy hands, so Yi Qingwei stopped beating.

Wang Xinghe: "Punish! Punish yourself, okay?"

He drank a full cup while talking, and the whole audience cheered. Since then, the atmosphere has completely improved, and there is no place to eat chicken wings.

In front of a crowd of adults, the children have a strong sense of territory, so they clamor to play by themselves.Yu Gong did as they wished, and arranged for several people of the same age to go to the next door.

Before leaving, Zhao Huan and Yi Qingwei warned him not to drink too much, just a few sips.Then it was Song Yezhi's turn, who was pinched in the face: "Especially you, with that little drinking capacity."

Everyone here is in the third year of high school, and Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu are taken care of by everyone as younger brothers and sisters.Yu You is also the host. He invites them to eat fruit snacks all the time, and always invites them to play games.

Zhao Huan whispered to Song Yezhi, "I just found out that Yu Gong's brother is called Yu You. Is there something wrong with his family?"

Song Yezhi replied: "It's not a big problem, brothers and friends are fine."

Zhao Huan and Sha were having fun.

When the adults got up to go to the bathroom, they all had to drop by to see what the kids were doing.Yu You and a group of classmates were unhappy again, and shouted to the neighbor next door: "What are you doing? Can you concentrate on talking about your own shit! Don't keep rubbing our melon seeds!"

It's useless, what should come will come.

In the second half, I became more and more involved in playing, and the music had already changed from light music to rock music. Those who didn't play games went to the front of the stage with wine glasses and yelled at the lead singer, and those who played games... just played games.

Yi Qingwei's warning is useless in the face of wine, and the two representatives of the sophomores can't play the seniors, and they are the two who received the most fines in the audience.From time to time, loyal people help to drink, but a lot of them get into their stomachs.

Song Yezhi lost again this time in a daze.

Yi Qingwei came back from the bathroom, and heard a group of brats booing louder and louder.He went over and stood leaning against the wall to watch.

Song Yezhi was holding his head and applying ketchup to his face, from the lower lip to the mandibular groove in the middle of the lower jaw.He also conceded the bet, obediently raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and endured the itch to let others smear him.

Rubbed a little on his lips, and sipped to taste the taste.

Everyone was so excited that they didn't have the time to mind that the adults came to grab melon seeds again.Yu You also stuffed a card into Yi Qingwei's hand and said, "Brother Qingwei! Come! Anyone who sees it will have a share!"

Throwing the remaining stack of playing cards on the table, he said proudly, "Xiaozhi! Order!"

Before Song Yezhi could speak, a group of people started making trouble again.

Yi Qingwei watched the play with folded arms.

Song Yezhi smeared ketchup on his chin, which didn't affect his pronunciation. He remained silent for as long as he was arguing, and finally said in a correct tone: "Three of spades."

Yu You said, "Don't talk about suits, just report the points."

Song Yezhi: "Oh...then three o'clock."

"Hurry up! Who is it!"

"Ah—it's not me—"

"Nor me—"

"Sister, I will always pass by my lovely brother!"

You look at me, I look at you, and no one jumps out at three o'clock.

Zhao Huan and Ji Min glanced at his uncle.

"What time do you?"

It was obviously just passing by, but it turned into a home court.Yi Qingwei flicked his own card, and a three of spades appeared in front of everyone's eyes.As soon as the hand flew, the playing cards spun and fell to the table.

"Why? How to play?"

Everyone clamored to explain.

"Clean up the ketchup on Ono's chin!"

"Can't use it—"

"Can't use the feet—"

There was a burst of laughter: "You fucking shut up!"

What else can I do.

"Use your mouth?" Yi Qingwei asked.

Yu You grinned, "Brother Qingwei is really smart."

Yi Qingwei bowed and put his hands on the table: "Your scale is also this big?"

"Oh! Come on! Still waiting for the next game!"

"Can't you have fun?"

"Ouch—"

Yi Qingwei raised his hand to dry up half a glass of wine in front of Song Yezhi, and wiped the corner of his mouth: "You bastards, everyone is bad."

He tapped Zhao Huan and the sofa cushion next to him with his toe: "Come over."

Most of Zhao Huan and Yi Qingwei let Yi Qingwei play the role, that's what a good niece has to do.

After that, one knee was bent between Zhao Huan and Song Yezhi, and his right hand was placed next to Song Yezhi's ear, and his body was pressed down, blocking most of the line of sight.

Fortunately, Song Yezhi was sitting on the edge of the sofa, so he didn't need to bother to cover his left hand.

Affected by the deafening laughter, Yi Qingwei pinched Song Yezhi's chin with his left hand.

The audience was excited, because what the audience saw was a kissing gesture, they couldn't see Yi Qingwei's left thumb moving up his chin, wiping off half of the ketchup, then lowering his head, sucking his own finger with his mouth.

Song Yezhi's eye sockets were smoky red, and the body temperature from the wine was also burning Yi Qingwei at this moment.

He whispered: "Didn't I tell you to drink less?"

Song Yezhi smiled: "I can't always play."

Yi Qingwei also laughed, in a deep voice, and the sound reached Song Yezhi's ears, as if it had been magnetized, passed through the electricity, and drilled into all nerves, numb and lingering.

Yi Qingwei changed his index finger, taking his time and preparing to do the same.

Song Yezhi's drunken eyes were hazy, he was pressed under him, impatient and complained: "Uncle, don't cheat."

"Shh-"

Yi Qingwei looked at his chin intently, and Song Yezhi looked at him intently.

Suddenly, the upper body tensed up, stood up, tilted his head and leaned forward, pressed his lips to Yi Qingwei's chin, sticking out his fresh tongue, licked it lightly, and when he left, his upper and lower lips were still strong, sucking gently .

People who have drunk are unresponsive and sluggish.

Kiss slowly, lick slowly, suck slowly, and then slowly say: "This is the right way."

Song Yezhi didn't know how much he drank, his eyes were clear, but his smile was infatuated and tender.

The same is true of a satiated cat.

Yi Qingwei suppressed his voice and scolded: "That's right."

If he tried to move his index finger again, Song Yezhi would be stubborn and refused, with the helplessness of a teacher to a rival student, he said: "We are willing to bet and admit defeat, okay?"

In any case, Yi Qingwei is not allowed to use his fingers any more, and bring up old scores: "When you put cream on my place, you should have asked you to clean it up for me."

When the ambiguous and intimate behavior came into the mouth of the young green onion, it was nothing more than cleaning up.

The thumb that had just been put in his mouth was pressed horizontally on Song Yezhi's lower lip at this moment, acting as a temporary boundary, so that Yi Qingwei would open his lips and stick out his tongue without any scruples, and suck the chin of the person under him one by one. clean.

Yi Qingwei got up, Song Yezhi's chin was no longer ketchup, but his own chin was stained a little dark red.The children were so happy when they saw it, some excitedly knocked the empty wine bottle on the table, and the sound almost knocked the roof of the new bar down.

When he went back, Wang Xinghe asked him why he was so excited about playing next door.

Yi Qingwei raised his head and drank another cup, the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes in his mouth was diluted, he said: "A group of brats are messing around."

In fact, it was Zhao Huanyu who should be drunk. She snatched a lot of Song Yezhi's wine and drank it all.

So at this moment, he could stand in the bathroom cubicle soberly, panting uncontrollably.

There is a faint taste of tomato sauce between the lips and nose, which cannot be overwhelmed by the strong wine.Song Yezhi leaned against the door panel, closed his eyes, and shielded his senses, the taste in his throat intensified.

At that time, he didn't close his eyes, wishing to widen his eyes and see every expression of Yi Qingwei clearly.It's a pity that he was too close, he could only see Yi Qingwei's eyes.

Half-closed eyes, trembling eyelashes.

At that time, the body was weak, and he clenched his teeth with all his strength, not only the groan hidden between his teeth, but also the affection that was ready to be expressed.

The panting gradually died down, and Song Yezhi opened his eyes.The chandelier in the bathroom is shaking above the head, and the heart is shaking in the chest.

The music in the hall outside the door reached a climax, and he wasn't sure if he sighed.

But I heard a cracking sound clearly——

Since then, Song Yezhi's life has been split in two.

The first half has no desires and desires, and the other part is greedy and insatiable.