Yizhi

On July 7th, there were 8 days before the 1997 college entrance examination.

Song Yezhi went to bed late last night, forgot to close the curtains, and was woken up by the sunlight on the bed in the morning.Turning over to look at the watch, it was past nine o'clock, and his mind was still slowly waking up, thinking vaguely that it would be his turn to sit in the examination room now a year later.

The drowsiness dissipated in an instant.

"grandfather!"

Song Yingjun sat in the living room and said, "What are you shouting for! Get up when you wake up!"

"Is there any steamed buns and white porridge?" He got up, rubbing his eyes and leaning against the door to ask.

"No, buy it yourself."

Song Yezhi dressed and washed neatly, brushed his teeth, wiped his face carelessly, and went out.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat early, take care of yourself."

After breakfast, it was past ten o'clock. He yawned and took a book to memorize English words for a while. When he got tired of memorizing the words, he changed to mathematical formulas, and then Chinese ancient poems.

Song Yingjun saw it, and chatted with Tao Guosheng: "Is he not very interested in studying recently?"

Old Tao smiled and said, "No, I went for No.1."

"No wonder I said that?" Song Yingjun shook the cigarette ash, "Keep quiet, and didn't come to make a statement and swear to me as a teacher."

Tao Guosheng let out an "ouch" and said, "I just got this temper when I was born in the womb, and I can't change it. I saw it when I was cleaning his room. I posted a piece of paper on the wall with a study plan written in bold in red pen." Well, the last goal is No.1."

Not unusual.

Song Yingjun narrowed his eyes, thought about it, and said, "He is willing to listen to Xiaowei's words."

Song Yezhi listened to what they had to say on the recliner in the yard. The pages of the book were turned over to cover his face, shaking up and down, and he shouted in a drawn-out voice, "I'm hungry—I have to deliver food to my uncle—"

There were many parents standing at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School. The weather was very hot, and everyone was sweating profusely. They probably never left after sending their children in.Song Yezhi took a few glances and hurried to the hospital.

The department was unexpectedly idle today. Yi Qingwei was sitting in the office flipping through the medical records. Hearing the knock on the door, he looked up. Song Yezhi was standing at the door with a smile on his face.

"Why are you so happy?"

"I'm going to buy books this afternoon."

"what?"

Song Yezhi sat down, took out a lunch box for him, and said, "It's one step closer to No.1."

Yi Qingwei let him talk poorly.

"What book to buy?"

"Buy some test papers." Song Yezhi said, "Zhao Huanyu wants to buy some too, let me bring them to her."

"She sent someone out again?"

"No, the ban hasn't been lifted yet, Brother Le Jie doesn't allow her to go out."

"Don't put too much pressure on the end of the exam. After the exam, I will take you to the beach to play."

"Which sea?"

"Where do you want to go at that time?"

Zhao Huanyu is serious about preparing for the mathematics competition in December this year.She really likes math, and she has to straighten her back in math class.I usually laugh and laugh alone, but when it comes to doing math test papers and delving into math problems, there is only a serious face left.

Yi Qingwei urged him to go to the bookstore, and told him to get home before two o'clock, and not to hang around outside, otherwise it would be difficult to faint on the street due to heat stroke.

Song Yezhi was unmoved, and looked at him lying on the table: "That's just right, I'll pick you up and go home together."

Yi Qingwei also looked at him, stretched out his hand to rub his face, but was dodged, and the next best thing was to pinch his earlobe: "I really want to..."

The door was pushed open, it was a colleague from the same office.

"Today is the weekend? Why is Xiao Song here?"

"The college entrance examination is on holiday today, Duan." Yi Qingwei replied.

"Oh, I'm so busy." Duan Cheng hurriedly took off his white coat, took the key and went out, "I'm going to eat."

Before reaching the door, he turned around and said with a smile on his face: "My girlfriend also brought me food, and the cafeteria is waiting for me."

Later, when Song Yezhi was walking to the library, he was really a little dizzy, and he was dazzled by the word "also" in Duan Cheng's last sentence.

Walking to the door of a newly decorated and magnificent bookstore, Song Yezhi went in without thinking.There were not many people who picked books, and the administrator could not be found. He came to the counter, and the person in front of the counter was looking down at the book.

"Hello, where can I find the third year math test papers and competition materials?"

"Mathematics test paper?" The boss repeated without looking up, his tone was cold, "My bookstore doesn't sell these things."

Song Yezhi stood quietly in front of the counter for a few seconds, then walked inside.He looked at what the bookstore was selling.

Most of the wooden bookshelves are new books that have not been unpacked in time. The bookstore is not big. Looking all the way, all the books that catch the eye are small and obscure literary works.Going further, there are also related science popularization, philosophy, and society.

Then, Song Yezhi's footsteps stopped at the social category.

The word "gay" entered Song Yezhi's world for the first time in more than ten years.

A book like "Their World—A Perspective on Chinese Gay Men's Community" is placed on the bookshelf and drowned in many books.

Song Yezhi looked at the time, there was no need to continue shopping.

Sliding fingers up the spine of the book, he pulled it out of the crowded sea of ​​books and carried it to the counter.The book was placed flat on the table and pushed to the eyes of the bookstore owner.

"Checkout, thank you."

The boss looked up at the title of the book: "Four dollars and five, do you need a bag?"

"No, thank you."

The boss finally looked at him with a blank expression: "I suggest you need it, and try to read it in a private space after you go back, and try to avoid being seen by classmates and parents."

"why?"

Most people would frown uncontrollably when asking questions, expressing confusion or annoyance, but the young man in front of him obviously did not have this bad habit.Ordinary people who ask such a question - "Why can't I read this book openly" are either ignorant or fearless, but the boy in front of me...

He can be judged ignorant, or he can be judged fearless.

Such a pair of clean and pure eyes seem to have never been hurt, and they seem to be stubborn and indifferent against the crowd after being hurt.

The boss put the book in a black bag and handed it to him. His expression softened and his tone softened: "Why?" He curled the corner of his mouth mockingly, "I have to think about this question too. Thank you for coming, let's go slowly."

Song Yezhi didn't ask any more questions, and he really had no clue. He walked out of the bookstore with a blank face, and then went to the next bookstore to find his way to No.1 and Zhao Huan and the ladder to enter the competition training team. Everything else was left behind. .

Midsummer is coming, and it comes with summer vacation.

Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu sat cross-legged on the sofa at Yi Qingwei's house, each holding half a watermelon, which had just been pulled out of the freezer.Then each person takes a spoon, leisurely and comfortable.

This is a bonus for summer vacation.

This year's college entrance examination is being reported on TV.The 12-year-old genius child prodigy was admitted to the University of Science and Technology of China with a high score of 572 in the college entrance examination, and then the interview with Yin Xi and his parents and classmates was broadcast.

Zhao Huanyu swallowed the watermelon with his mouth in his mouth: "I'm so stressed..."

Yi Qingwei passed in front of them, listened to him, and said, "You don't have to compare with him, don't embarrass yourself."

Song Yezhi smiled as if applauding, and Zhao Huanyu looked over, digging watermelon with his head down solemnly: "Uncle, do you want to have a bite?"

"Wait!" Zhao Huanyu exclaimed, "I forgot, I have a breaking news to share with Er Dou!"

Song Yezhi asked: "What news?"

Zhao Huanyu put the watermelon on the tea table, climbed to the other side and dialed the landline, and said, "This matter is very important, Xiaoye, you should be the third person who knows!"

Song Yezhi also moved over a bit, wanting to be the second insider at the same time as Wang Xinghe.

"Er Dou! I know a piece of breaking news!"

Zhao Huanyu pressed the speakerphone, and Wang Xinghe spoke on the other end, almost as excited as her: "I have something to tell you too! My suspicion is the same as you know!"

Zhao Huanyu said, "Okay, let's talk together. Three, two, one..."

"Dou Wei and Faye Wong are married!"

"Faye Wong and Da Dou are married!"

Song Yezhi: "..."

He moved back silently.

Before hanging up the phone, Wang Xinghe mentioned the matter of going to Qinhuangdao by car tomorrow, Zhao Huanyu didn't know that he was also going with him.

The original plan was to go to the beach as soon as the vacation was over, but Shen Lejie insisted that he would go after seeing the results. This is related to the quality of the trip, and even whether Zhao Huanhe will participate in the trip.

Then Zhao Huanyu didn't dare to hand in blank papers to the English teacher, so he entered the top [-] in the class for the first time.

Unexpectedly, Song Yezhi passed the No. 1 exam, nearly three months ahead of schedule.

When the event with a probability of less than [-]/[-] happened, Song Yezhi immediately looked for the reason: Could it be that Chen Feng had diarrhea during the exam?

Chen Feng is the one who always occupies the first throne.

In any case, the progress of the two of them is gratifying and congratulatory, which determines that the quality of this trip is high.

When Yi Qingwei and Shen Leji went to the parent-teacher meeting together, Shen Leji also asked about Zhou Yeshan's situation, and learned that the three of them made the most progress in the class.

Shen Le was silent, Yi Qingwei just smiled.

Speaking of Zhou Yeshan... Ever since that math class, Zhou Yeshan seemed to have a conscience, went to Hong Jingyuan to change his seat, and never spoke to Song Yezhi again.

Song Yezhi noticed it, but he didn't know the reason, and he hadn't asked yet.

He has never been good at managing interpersonal relationships.

Wang Xinghe did not travel alone on this trip, he brought with him his partner whom he had been dating for half a year, Yang Xujing, also a bluffing Beijing girl.It was the first time Zhao Huan and her met. Although they were a few years apart, they had very similar personalities.

When we arrived at Qinhuangdao and stayed at the hotel, it was already dark.The self-driving tour is very challenging. On the way, Shen Leji and Wang Xinghe alternated driving, and everyone was exhausted in the end.After hastily finishing dinner in the hotel, they went back to their rooms to rest, recharge their batteries, and let go of playing tomorrow.

In the evening, Song Yezhi and Yi Qingwei shared a room.

When he came out of the bathroom, Yi Qingwei was lying on the bed reading a book. When he got closer, he found that it was medical literature.

The room was a double bed, but Song Yezhi threw the towel to wipe his hair on his own bed, and leaned to the side with Yi Qingwei, asking, "Uncle, are you not on vacation?"

Yi Qingwei wiped off the drops of water that hit the back of his hand just now, took a pen to mark the middle page of the data, closed it, and said, "Get up, let me dry your hair."

Song Yezhi twisted his body to look at his wet hair, and said, "Uncle, you didn't do it either."

"Can we be the same?" Yi Qingwei looked at him, "Hurry up."

The towel that had just been thrown on the bed was now picked up again, held in Yi Qingwei's hands, and soaked up Song Yezhi's dripping hair.

"If you don't like being blown by hot wind, just wipe it with a towel for a while."

Song Yezhi was at his mercy.

"You just asked me why I don't have a vacation?"

"correct."

Yi Qingwei changed the hair dryer, studied the button, and turned it on and off.In fact, it's not that Song Yezhi doesn't like hot wind, it's because he doesn't like noise.

"Baby, you have to realize that there are only two professions in the world that have winter and summer vacations, school students and school teachers."

Before being attacked by the heat wave, Song Yezhi's ears turned red.

"Oh." He said with his head down.

The noise of the hair dryer in this hotel is tolerable, he thought.

After blowing to eighty percent dry, Yi Qingwei put down the hair dryer, grabbed his hair a couple more times, looked at it for a while, and said, "The hair has grown, I'll take you to cut it when I go back."

Song Yezhi looked in the mirror and asked, "What kind of cutting?"

"Shave your head bald." Yi Qingwei also looked at him in the mirror, and smiled to himself, "Anyway, your hair looks good, and a bald head looks good too."

Song Yezhi didn't answer, and kicked his slippers to go to bed, leaving Yi Qingwei behind to continue making fun of people.

After turning off the lights and pulling the curtains, Song Yezhi couldn't see anything with his eyes open, but he was still lying on his side, facing Yi Qingwei.

"Uncle, do you want to sleep in the same bed with me?"

"Why should I sleep in the same bed with you?" Yi Qingwei was sleepy when he touched the bed, and he was perfunctory when he opened his mouth.

"Have you showered with shower gel?"

"Why should I wear shower gel?"

"I put it on, it smells like lemon, do you want to smell it?"

"For..." Yi Qingwei sighed, raised his leg and kicked half of the quilt away, "Come here."

Taking advantage of the darkness, Song Yezhi smiled and climbed to half of the bed Yi Qingwei reserved for him.

"Can you smell it? Does it smell good?" Song Yezhi turned sideways and curled up in front of him.

Yi Qingwei suddenly stretched out his hand, covered Song Yezhi's mouth loosely with his palm, and said, "Smells good, sleep."

Yi Qingwei felt the shallow breathing of his subordinates, compared with Song Yezhi, who was punished to stand on the first day of meeting and refused to pay attention to others, he felt amused in his heart.

People will not change so easily, most of them are exposed to the essence——

The essence is still clingy.

Song Yezhi lay quietly for a long time, until the force of the palm on his lips gradually relaxed, and finally slipped slowly to the pillow, and his fingertips lightly rubbed his cheek.

Yi Qingwei was already asleep.

Song Yezhi's eyes had never been closed, and they were still open now.When you get close, you can see everything clearly.

People's memories cannot overlap.

Walking the same road together, he remembers the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, and you remember the flowers and trees under your feet.

After sleeping together in the same sleep, he remembers the ghosts and monsters in his dreams, and you remember his forehead, his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, his lips, his chin, his Adam's apple, and his collarbone.Remember that his body is like rolling hills, remember that the thread at the collar of his dark pajamas is curled up, curled into the little arc that your heart is tightening at that time.

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