Yizhi

Zhao Huan and the original plan were to hide behind the door to scare people. Through the crack of the door, she saw a boy following her uncle. She slowly moved to the door and stood upright, like a lady of manners. She folded her hands and stuck them on her lower abdomen. At the office, bowed with a smile, and said reservedly:

"Welcome home."

Yi Qingwei sneered, put the gift boxes in her right hand into her arms, then patted her on the shoulder twice: "Thanks for your hard work."

Holding the gift, Zhao Huanhe approached Song Yezhi.

"Hello, are you the one who just came from the south?"

"...Hello." Song Yezhi nodded, paused, and reached out to help lift the things in her arms.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Huanyu turned around, avoided his hand, and walked towards the door: "It's okay, a few steps."

By the time Song Yezhi changed his shoes and was taken to the living room, Song Yingjun and Yi Weigong had already chatted.He is also called Grandpa Yi Weigong, and Mr. Yi seems to be in good spirits.

It is really a great joy in life to be able to reunite with former comrades-in-arms and see their children and grandchildren in their lifetime.

The two old ones recalled the past, and the three juniors ate melon seeds.

Zhao Huanyu couldn't sit still, he spread the melon seeds in front of Song Yezhi, and said, "My name is Zhao Huanyu, and I'm Yi Qingwei's friend, what's your name?"

Before Song Yezhi could answer, Zhao Huanyu was slapped in the face by the melon seed shell.

"Yi Qingwei?"

Throw one.

"friend?"

Throw another one.

"Have you got enough patience?"

After throwing it away, Yi Qingwei lowered his head and rolled up the sleeves between his wrists, and kindly reminded: "Shen Leji said that he will arrive on time at seven o'clock, you can get ready, my friend."

Zhao Huan and Shen Leju became irritable when they heard the word Shen Leju, but Yi Qingwei knew that she was angry, so he just poured fuel into it.

She poohed twice: "What are you going to do, let's die together."

Yi Qingwei was annoyed by her at the moment, turned around to see Song Yezhi sitting next to him in a daze, and pointed at someone with his fingers, trying to make arrangements for him.

"Shen Lejie is a buddy who grew up with me, Zhao Huan and his cousin."

No buddies, Yi Qingwei's father and Shen Leji's grandma are real siblings.

Zhao Huanyu didn't want to listen to Yi Qingwei anymore, took a pillow and sat next to Song Yezhi, with his legs touching his legs, and said, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Song Yezhi."

"How do you write it?" Zhao Huan and Tan flattened their palms, motioning for Song Yezhi to make gestures on it.

This kind of behavior is too intimate, Song Yezhi concealed that he threw a melon seed into his mouth, and didn't mean to write on his palm, and said seriously: "Shang is like a standard branch, and people are like a wild deer. Take two characters each, Yezhi."

"...Well, I can understand it when you take it apart." Zhao Huanyu also recognized himself.

"..." Song Yezhi said two words casually, "Desolate suburbs and mountains, dead branches and leaves. Is it okay? Use it more often."

Zhao Huan and looked at Song Yezhi with wide eyes: "...my... Zhao Huan and... I'm just happy and together."

Song Yezhi thought for a while, then nodded: "Well, it sounds good."

The sofa was a little far away from the coffee table, and Yi Qingwei moved a small chair for him and stuck it between the two.The chair is low, making him look very small.

One moment Song Yezhi was playing with the fruit shell with his head down, but the next second he hesitated to raise his head.

"That...brother, I want to go to the bathroom."

This elder brother call was polite and alienated, Yi Qingwei seemed to be picked by chance in the crowd to show people the way.The person who picked him was still looking up at him, the light above his head was completely absorbed by his pupils, and there was a bright lamp in his eyes.

Song Yingjun's ears were sharp, when he heard that Song Yezhi was really calling for his brother, he frowned and said, "It's not big or small."

Yi Weigong was cheerful, took a sip of hot tea, and smiled lovingly: "You can call him whatever you want, young man, it's awkward to call him serious."

Yi Qingwei got up: "Go, I'll take you there."

Song Yezhi followed behind him again.

"Actually, just tell me where it is."

Yi Qingwei didn't look back, and replied in front of him: "It's okay, a few steps away."

Song Yezhi felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

"Here, the door on the left."

"Thank you..." In fact, Song Yezhi was not sure whether to call him brother or uncle, so he simply stopped talking.

Song Yezhi passed by, and when the door was closing, he heard Yi Qingwei speak.

"Yi Qingwei, do you know how to write it? Qingshan, majestic."

Pause for a moment, and leave a sentence: "Actually, young people of my generation also prefer to call people by their names."

Yi Qingwei returned to the living room, where Zhao Huanhe was eating sunflower seeds thoughtfully.

"What are you doing? Thinking about how not to be beaten by your brother later?"

Zhao Huanhe didn't care what Yi Qingwei was saying at all, coughed lightly, with a stern face, and put on a show: "The wilderness, the dead branches and leaves. Is it okay, use it more often." Shaking his head and sighing, "My god... It's fucking cool too."

It's over, let's just run away from home, and swear.

Yi Qingwei glanced at the two elders who were chatting lively at the next table, and flicked Zhao Huan and his forehead.

"I have no choice but to meet an uneducated person like you."

Zhao Huan and Bu Bubu: "Just ask if you are right!"

Song Yezhi took off his coat when he entered the door, and now he is wearing a shirt and sweater.He is generally tall, but his proportions are good. He looks small when he is sitting, but his hands and feet are slender when he is standing.Just such a person came from the corridor of the bathroom while rubbing his shoulders.

Clean and straight, like the rare metasequoia in the magazine I read yesterday.

"Cool? I think he's very good."

"On the other hand, it's true that she's prettier than you." Yi Qingwei raised the corners of his mouth, his tone regretful, annoyed Zhao Huanhe.

Song Yezhi walked to the door, saw Yi Qingwei staring at him, but didn't hear everything, with a confused look on his face: "What... is it true?"

The hero sees the same thing, and the hero is not angry when he is trampled on. She replied with a bright face: "It is true that the water and soil in the south support people!"

After dinner, at eight o'clock in the evening, Shen Le didn't show up.Zhao Huanyu looked very happy, and even more noisy, and was thinking about going to his house with Song Yezhi to play, but was dragged by Yi Qingwei.

In the end, it was Yi Qingwei who drove the two of them back.

Song Yingjun drank too much, sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.

"Grandpa, are you dizzy?" Song Yezhi twisted his body and looked back while wearing his seat belt.

"Not dizzy."

After waiting for a long time, Mr. Song didn't say anything after saying these two words, probably because he was very drunk, Song Yezhi turned back again.

The carriage was trapped in a cloud of alcohol, Song Yezhi asked Yi Qingwei: "Can I open the window?"

"open."

"Thank you."

Yi Qingwei glanced at him.

The wind came in through the narrow gap, blowing the bangs on Song Yezhi's forehead. He sat up a little bit, and the wind brushed the bridge of his nose.

He has been very quiet, turning his head to look at the street scene outside the window.The eyes are also very quiet, not wandering around, staring at one point for a long time without moving.The speed of the car was not slow, and the colorful light and shadow cast in, intertwined and changed on his face.

The blue-black night suppresses the colorful lights and shelters the strange and cold city.

Song Yezhi thought of the night in the south.

Sitting in the car and looking into the distance, passing by mountains at high speed, the rolling mountains under the night look like black beasts running with their backs bent.

Beasts do not appear in the north, and there is a flat river in the north.

"Turn left...or right? I forgot."

Yi Qingwei's voice brought Song Yezhi back to his senses, he sat up straight, and looked at the road ahead.

"left."

"Does it look good?"

"Ok?"

"Huh?" Yi Qingwei smiled, "You were dumbfounded just now."

Song Yezhi also smiled, his voice was shallow, and his voice lowered: "There are very few mountains here."

"Are there many over there?"

"Yeah." Song Yezhi stretched out his finger and drew a wavy line on the car window from beginning to end, "It's all."

"How about I call you Uncle?"

"Ok?"

"Should I call you Uncle?"

"Ah, yes, just like Zhao Huanyu."

Song Yezhi nodded, retracted his hands into his sleeves, and turned his head to look out the window again.

Yi Qingwei found that Song Yezhi seldom talked, not because he was cramped or shy, but because he was naturally calm. He was busy building his own world, and rarely had the desire to actively communicate with others.

In the past, this kind of child was his favorite.

but.

"I was thinking," Yi Qingwei said, "if your parents didn't go to the south, then you and I, Shen Lejie, Zhao Huan and we would grow up together. In this case, you would have known early on that you should follow Zhao Huan And call me uncle, maybe, will you be more talkative?"

In the dimly lit compartment, it was warm and calm.

And Song Yezhi's eyes were once again fixed on a certain point of a car window, and did not move.

The snow started to fall again, and the world fell into a silent bustle.

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I wanted to wait until 8 o'clock to send it, but I couldn't hold back.I plan to update it every day from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], and I can't hold back any earlier.