Yizhi

The results of the monthly exam came out. Originally, Zhao Huanyu did well in the exam, so she could take advantage of it for a while, but because she smelled of alcohol when she was sent home last night, she was grounded for the weekend.

Song Yezhi was No.5 in the whole class, three ranks higher than last time.According to his study plan, by the time of the first monthly exam in the first semester of the third year of high school, there is a 90.00% probability of getting No.1.

His mathematics knowledge points have been sorted out for the second time, and he will strengthen the training of Chinese reading comprehension during the summer vacation. The rest of the subjects should be kept at a level, and No. 1 should not be difficult.

He told Yi Qingwei the situation like a report.

Yi Qingwei was in a good mood and nodded as he was able to eat and rest at normal time at noon on Saturday.He is very assured of Song Yezhi's self-management ability, and generally doesn't ask too much.

Yi Qingwei was mixing rice with eggplant and minced meat made by Lao Tao, when he looked up at Song Yezhi.

"What's wrong?" He was sharp.

Yi Qingwei smiled slightly, nodded his chin, and asked, "What's wrong with you here?"

Song Yezhi rubbed it with his index finger. When he woke up today, he saw it in the mirror. It was red, obviously.

He lowered his eyes to look at the reflective tabletop, with a look of indifference: "I don't know, I forgot, where did I accidentally hit yesterday?"

The arc of Yi Qingwei's mouth has not yet calmed down, and he is full of smiles, and said "Oh" lightly.

That's what he bit.

Last night, Yi Qingwei pinched his chin to see his drunken bastard, couldn't tell how he was feeling, but before he left, he stopped his tongue and tapped him with his teeth.

Song Yezhi said he forgot, it should be because he didn't remember the whole thing.

It's okay if you don't remember, there is no psychological burden.

"I drank so much yesterday, don't you have a headache today?"

"Ah..." Song Yezhi stroked his hair, "It hurts, and I'm still groggy."

It is said that the smell of the food has already filled the room, but Song Yezhi tilted his nose and still felt something different: "Uncle, have you changed your perfume?"

Yi Qingwei was not surprised by his dog nose: "Well, why, I always hold on to the smell of my perfume to do something."

The smell was a bit heavier than the previous bottle, he guessed it was the difference between a unisex perfume and a masculine perfume.

Song Yezhi rubbed his nose and said, "Visual impressions and olfactory impressions have the same impact on me."

"Take people by taste?"

Song Yezhi: "Forced."

"I forced you?"

If you have no taste, how can I get it.

Whether Song Yezhi's head is pointing or not depends entirely on Yi Qingwei's eyes.

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Yi Qingwei came to the emergency department, which happened to be short of staff, and then Song Yezhi didn't bring his own food to the hospital at noon.Not to mention eating at the same table with Yi Qingwei, sometimes even seeing someone is luck.

When you see someone, sit and wait for him to finish eating, and take the empty lunch box home.If you can't see anyone, put the lunch box on the desk and wait for ten minutes before leaving.

On the way home, walk when the weather is cool, or take a taxi when it’s hot.

Back home, chat with Cui Fenghuang, read idle books, polish paintings and music scores.Sometimes he was ordered by Song Yingjun to tear up the small advertisements on the outer wall of Yibo Courtyard, and he often helped several nearby houses tear it up too.Recently, I went to the printing shop in the alley to print a black and white letter saying "Small advertisements are prohibited, offenders will be fined", and it was prominently pasted on the telephone pole to deter the timid.

Although it didn't help much.

Because it was torn up when I went to see it the next day.

Song Yezhi went to print another sheet, which was written by Zhao Huan.

"It is forbidden to post small advertisements, and offenders will be fined. It is forbidden to tear up this paper, or call the police."

It was even worse, it was posted in the morning, and it was picked up in the afternoon.

Then just let them go.Zhao Huanyu comforted him, tearing up the small ads would help relieve stress.

At the same time, Friday afternoon no longer belongs to the perfume shop—after Song Yezhi knew that the perfume he had been looking for was given to Yi Qingwei by Yu Shiying.

When he went to the counter, the shopping guide greeted him: "We have a new batch of goods this week, and there may be something you want."

Song Yezhi shook his head: "I'm here today just to tell you, I won't be here in the future, thank you."

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After the summer solstice, the sun became hotter, and the cicadas on campus became louder and louder, which made the students reticent.

In summer, the temperature is generally high across the country. At this time, there is no difference in climate between the temperate zone in northern China and the subtropical zone in the south. They are both heating up mercilessly, and the people in the region are being mercilessly roasted—oh, there is still a difference.

There is no wind in Beijing.

The air was frozen, and the dry, suffocating heat was distracting.Even if a person sits still, thin and dense sweat can rush out from the skin and flesh, and come out from nowhere.

Less than a week before the college entrance examination, most senior high school students have gone home to review independently.

As a student in the third year of senior high school, Zhao Huan feels sympathy for the college entrance examination candidates, and prays that the proposal of "revising the time of the college entrance examination" will appear at the national conference next year and pass the vote smoothly. It can be set in October...September is also possible.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and there was no big movement of pushing tables and chairs in the past. Everyone either lay on their stomachs, or stood up slowly, and walked out of the classroom door to go to the toilet in despair.

Zhao Huan and her deskmate behind encouraged her: "Stand up."

"Why?" said the deskmate when he was dark and strong, but he still stood up obediently.

"Then run down the podium and probably cool off."

"……what?"

"Artificial wind," she said, "remember, it must be super fast!"

Zhou Yeshan listened on the table, smiled brightly, and booed: "Da Zhuang, try it!"

Da Zhuang: "Then I run and you run for a while, I'll try to see if it's really windy."

Zhao Huanyu quickly made an "OK" gesture.

Song Yezhi sighed silently.

Da Zhuang really ran away, Zhao Huan and a strand of hair floated up and fell down again.

She stood up and went to Song Yezhi, lifted the water bottle on his table to the ground, and said, "Xiaoye, do you want to buy some popsicles? Please invite me."

Da Zhuang was beside him: "Run first before going, let me try."

Zhao Huanyu: "Do you want me to run or do you want popsicles?"

Da Zhuang: "Thank you Xiaoye."

Zhou Yeshan raised his hand: "Thank you Xiao Ye."

Song Yezhi: "...You're welcome."

In order to hide from the sun and walk under the shade of a tree, Zhao Huan and he dragged him around half the way.When I arrived at the canteen, the items in the freezer were extremely popular. It was only the first class in the afternoon, and there was only a thin layer of popsicles left.

They picked one for each of them, and each took a bottle of frozen water, and walked slowly back to the classroom with their arms in their arms.

In the classroom, Da Zhuang saw them and sat up excitedly, his eyes shining.Zhou Yeshan, on the other hand, was still the cartilage before they left.

When Song Yezhi approached, he realized something was wrong. Zhou Yeshan was flipping through his sketchbook.His heart skipped a beat for a moment, and then calmed down immediately.He put a popsicle and a bottle of water by Zhou Yeshan's hand, and sat down.

Zhou Yeshan said, "I will borrow your draft book to do the math."

Song Yezhi: "Yes."

Zhou Yeshan tore open the popsicle bag and said thank you.

Song Yezhi quickly turned his head and glanced at him.

"what happened?"

Song Yezhi shook his head: "It's nothing, but you rarely say thank you to me."

"Oh?" There was no ups and downs in his tone, "Really?"

Song Yezhi noticed that Zhou Yeshan's state was weird, but he couldn't ask about it.

The second period was still math class, Lao Xia walked in, even after resting in the office for a while, the fabric on his chest and back was covered with traces of sweat.

"Determine whether this is a circle, or an ellipse, or a hyperbola, and write down its standard equation."

Song Yezhi picked up the pen, looked at the clean desktop, realized that he asked Zhou Yeshan for the draft.

Zhou Yeshan didn't answer him right away, he twirled the title page of the draft with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something, and then pushed it over.

"Have you brought it? Do you want me to give you another copy?" Song Yezhi asked.

"I brought it, I just didn't want to look for it."

While writing down the equation, Zhou Yeshan asked nonchalantly——

"Song Yezhi, are those drawn in your draft book Yi Qingwei? Your uncle?"

"y2=..." Song Yezhi paused the tip of his pen.

"Yes."

This is not a draft book, but one of the stack of sketchbooks that my sister-in-law gave him.From winter to summer, he used up more than one book.

At the beginning, he painted yards, emerald phoenixes, and white pigeons that occasionally stayed on the eaves. As time passed, he gradually began to paint people.

Yi Qingwei who was taking a nap on the sofa, Yi Qingwei who was writing medical records in the ward, Yi Qingwei who was passing by the office door, Yi Qingwei who was hiding under the covers and refused to get up for a long time, often looked up at the school gate. Yi Qingwei was lying in the driver's seat of the car, Yi Qingwei was waiting with his head bowed at the side door of the auditorium, and Yi Qingwei was watching the show with arms folded in the booth of the bar.

Yi Qingwei with his back to him, Yi Qingwei facing him, Yi Qingwei who frowns and thinks, Yi Qingwei who smiles lightly, Yi Qingwei who stands straight, Yi Qingwei who squats slightly.

Yi Qingwei in white coat, Yi Qingwei in long coat, Yi Qingwei in denim, Yi Qingwei in jacket, Yi Qingwei in shirt and tie.

All him.

Yi Qingwei is never silent, he is always speaking.Even with the mouth closed, the eyes are talking to Song Yezhi; the eyes are closed, the body temperature is also talking to him, the blood flowing slowly in the body, the orderly breathing, and the regular heartbeat are all talking to him.

If Song Yezhi's five senses exist, he exists.

Bright and reckless, it caught his attention.

On the first morning when I came to Beijing, no one lived in the courtyard for a long time, and the air was filled with a heavy damp smell. After smelling it for a long time, my head felt heavy.When he was bored, he heard the sound of shoes stepping on fallen leaves outside the wall, from far to near, and stopped at the door.

Then, the door moved.Someone pushed the door open, and he turned to look.

The eyes are full of white snow, rustling down.Through the snow curtain, he saw Yi Qingwei who was standing sideways, eyes slightly lowered, and unhurriedly closing his umbrella in the snow.

Seeing him for the first time was unreal.

（x－3）2＋(y－1)2＝9，是圆。

Stop writing.

"The painting is very good, you can recognize him at a glance." Zhou Yeshan is still writing.

Song Yezhi added the general formula equation and said: "Well, it can be done by spending more time and careful observation."

Zhou Yeshan twitched the corners of his mouth with a sneer, and stopped talking.

He scolded a mother in his heart, hard.

Zhou Yeshan is glad that Song Yezhi is of the same kind, but also hates that Song Yezhi belongs to him.

Song Yezhi's eyes followed Yi Qingwei, just like Zhou Yeshan's eyes followed him.