Yizhi

The thin quilt was rolled up at the end of the bed, and Song Yezhi was lying in the middle of the bed, sleeping soundly.He refused to close the curtains, so the pure white pillow towel was folded into long strips, and it was randomly placed on the eyes to block the light.The two arms are stretched out and hidden under the pillow, and the Walkman is placed beside the pillow.What was entangled with the black headphone cable was the wrist and palm exposed to the edge of the pillow.

Yi Qingwei put the cup of sour plum juice on the table, remained silent for a few seconds, and then walked to the bedside.

There was a red mark on his face pressed by a thin line, Yi Qingwei stretched out his index finger to caress it, it felt like a delicate groove.Going up slowly, the traces disappeared in the ears.

Yi Qingwei didn't know if he was awake, or if there was a song in the earphones.

He paused for a while, stretched out his fingers to remove the earplug from Song Yezhi's right ear, bent his neck slightly, and stuffed it into his own ear.

There is a song, a clear and lingering female voice singing in Cantonese, and he just heard a sentence:

"From falling into the deep ditch/I don't want to regret at all/I'm determined to be addicted/Looking forward to the future"

As soon as Yi Qingwei approached, Song Yezhi woke up, with the pillow covering his face tightly, he called out to call someone, his voice was still sticky and greasy: "Uncle."

Yi Qingwei reached out again, pressed the stop button for the Walkman, and took out Song Yezhi's left earplug.The messy threads are out of order, just like the thin quilt at the end of the bed, it is a mess, fluffy and fluffy, and it is piled up next to the Walkman by Yi Qingwei.

He picked up the pillow towel, revealed Song Yezhi's face, and said, "Didn't I tell you not to sleep when you come back, and wait until I take you to the barber shop?"

In Qinhuangdao, I promised him to go to cut hair together.

Summer is too hot, not only the throat is sticky, but the eyelids are also sticky.Song Yezhi's eyes opened a crack to see Yi Qingwei's expression, and then closed them again.

"Lie down and wait for you, and you will fall asleep while waiting." He rolled around on the mat under his body, wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis, stuck it to the wall, and said, "Uncle, are you tired? Rest We'll go again later."

Yi Qingwei flicked lightly, and the person rolled back as usual, without saying a word, his hand went straight to the half of the waist that was not covered by the vest.Just when they came across it, Song Yezhi's drowsiness disappeared immediately.

"Get up, get up now!"

"Where are Zhao Huan and He Zhou Yeshan? Didn't they still say they were playing here at noon?"

Yi Qingwei withdrew his hand, stood up straight, and watched him bow his waist to spread the mat and fold the quilt.

"Brother Le Jie called Zhao Huan and told her that she was not home every day. Zhao Huan and left, and Zhou Yeshan followed him home."

Yi Qingwei turned sideways and glanced at the living room: "The box of watermelons at the door, did Uncle Tao ask someone to bring it?"

"Ah..." Song Yezhi straightened his body, "Zhou Yeshan bought it a few days ago."

"It's quite thoughtful. It's not too hot to carry such a full box."

Song Yezhi didn't answer the question.

"Drink this." Yi Qingwei ordered some sour plum juice, and then went to the living room.

Song Yezhi tilted his head and glanced twice: "Uncle, is this what you haven't finished drinking?"

Yi Qingwei nodded: "What's wrong."

He stopped and looked back, seeing Song Yezhi kneeling on the bed, holding the edge of the bed with both hands, stretching his neck to grab the straw in the center of the cup noodles.Yi Qingwei turned back, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and pushed the cup to Song Yezhi with the other, and then simply held it in his hand, in a feeding posture.

Seeing him frowning sourly, Yi Qingwei pursed his lips and smiled, let him hold it by himself, and said, "There are still three cups on the tea table."

Song Yezhi said "ah", "Then you still let me drink this cup!"

"It's too sour." Yi Qingwei sensed something was wrong, and looked at him: "You hate me?"

Song Yezhi was stared nervously, he didn't know which expression to put on so as not to reveal the clues, so he shook his head in a daze.

Yi Qingwei was about to leave again, and was tied up by Song Yezhi's words again, only to hear him ask: "Isn't that counting as an indirect kiss?"

Yi Qingwei couldn't bear it anymore, just as he turned around, he saw the person shrank to the corner of the bed.He leaned over and snatched the cup away, his eyes were oppressive: "Are you going to dislike things again?"

Song Yezhi laughed heartlessly, opened his fingers one by one, and took the cup back into his hand: "No, no." After finishing speaking, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and bit the straw to prove himself, loudly Drink down half a cup.

When I arrived at the barber shop, it was a small and old store, but the signboard was very bright, and the interior decoration was also very fashionable, even during the day, it was brightly lit.It was almost dinner time, and no one cut their hair. Seeing the guests coming, the young man who was reading a magazine on the swivel chair greeted him: "Do you both have haircuts?"

Yi Qingwei followed Song Yezhi and said, "Cut it for him, is there no master who cuts his hair?"

"Then come here to wash your hair first." The young man replied, "I'm not here today, but his apprentice is here, and his skills are not bad."

Song Yezhi was led behind the curtain, Yi Qingwei looked around, sat down on the leather chair near the door, and picked up the folded magazine next to him.Glancing at the cover, it was a redhead with a topless breast.With a soft "tsk", he lifted the cover and began to read the contents inside.

Xiaonian was only responsible for placing him in the shampooing place, and then shouted into the room: "Xiao Li, we have guests!"

After a while, Song Yezhi was taken over by another person.

The young man came out from behind the curtain, and Yi Qingwei read his own magazine in his hand. He scratched his head and took out another one from the cabinet.

"Is this temperature hot?"

"Not hot."

"It's not appropriate for you to tell me."

"Ok."

"How about the strength, is it heavy?"

"not heavy."

Song Yezhi was forced to feel nervous by Xiao Li's meticulous service attitude.

"Do you want to press your hair after washing?"

Song Yezhi shook his head quickly: "No, thank you."

The cover is hot, but the content is unremarkable. It's nothing more than love between a man and a woman.Yi Qingwei glanced at ten lines, read three chapters in a hurry, then looked up at the curtain, twisted the pages and asked, "Is it so slow to wash your hair?"

It's not like this usually, so the young man didn't understand. He got up to look, and asked in a low voice, "Is it all right? After washing for so long?"

Xiao Li replied lightly: "What's the rush, it's done."

Song Yezhi came out with wet hair and sat in front of the mirror.Xiao Li put the towel on his head and rubbed it, and asked, "What do you want to cut into?"

Song Yezhi looked at Yi Qingwei in the mirror, and he was still reading with his head down.He withdrew his gaze, looked at himself, and said, "It's all fine."

Xiao Li threw the towel aside, put his fingers on Song Yezhi's temples, looked at him in the mirror together, and said, "Then let me cut it? You are so beautiful, any kind of hairstyle will look good."

Yi Qingwei frowned, his eyes wandered to Xiao Li who was standing behind Song Yezhi's chair.

Song Yezhi: "...Thank you."

"Are you still in school?"

"Yes."

"high school?"

"Well, sophomore."

"Do you usually work hard?"

"Fortunately."

"Which school are you in?"

"Fourth."

"No.[-] Middle School? A top school, isn't there a lot of pressure?"

"Also...not bad."

Xiao Li smiled and praised him: "Not only is he cheeky, he's also smart. Will he have a girlfriend?"

With a "snap", Yi Qingwei closed the magazine, put down his raised Erlang legs, and knocked the heels of his leather shoes on the concrete floor with a forceful sound.He stood up, walked to Song Yezhi, tilted his head to look at it, and said, "The back of the head should be shortened for him."

Xiao Li turned his head to look at him: "Are you with him?"

Yi Qingwei smiled on the surface: "Yes. The forehead should be shorter and thinner."

"Okay." Xiao Li's chatterbox gradually closed.

Afterwards, Yi Qingwei stood beside him all the time, and Song Yezhi said, "Uncle, there is a chair beside you."

"Need not."

When the cut was finally finished, Xiao Li untied Song Yezhi's hairdressing apron, took a sponge, and said, "Shall I clean your broken hair?"

"Thank you." Song Yezhi said.

Xiao Li bent down to sweep the back of Song Yezhi's neck, as if his hair was stubborn, he blew on Song Yezhi's neck, and when he was about to go deeper, Yi Qingwei clamped his arms.

"I'll do it." His voice was still relaxed, but his eyes were deep on Xiao Li.

Song Yezhi didn't feel it, he just admired the new hairstyle, shrugged his shoulders: "Uncle, the right side is still a little scratchy."

Xiao Li smiled embarrassingly, and loosened the sponge.

Walking out of the barbershop, Song Yezhi said that he felt a lot lighter, and Yi Qingwei laughed at his exaggeration: "Oh, then all the barbershops should be renamed as weight loss clinics."

Song Yezhi walked on his right side, with brisk steps, touched his head, his new hair pricked his hand, he turned his head and asked him, "Does it look good?"

Yi Qingwei inexplicably felt that he was a little silly at the moment, and said, "Didn't you say that, with such a good birth, any hairstyle is good."

This was what Xiao Li said just now. Song Yezhi heard it and asked, "Uncle, are you familiar with this shop? This barber is too enthusiastic."

"Does it make you uncomfortable?"

Song Yezhi shrank his neck: "A little bit."

"Uncomfortable enthusiasm is not good enthusiasm. I am not familiar with this shop, so I entered when I saw it was a barber shop."

Song Yezhi was curious: "I thought you knew the boss, so you still have to lead me yourself? I'll just do it myself."

Before Song Yezhi finished speaking, Yi Qingwei looked at him without moving his eyes, and his aura gradually became familiar.

He waved his hands sensibly: "I really don't think you want to come with me."

Seeing that Yi Qingwei was about to reach out to him, Song Yezhi ran forward, turned around and called Qu: "Every time I misunderstand me!"

Yi Qingwei looked at his back, thinking of Xiao Li's eyes and tone, and the last movement of getting into Song Yezhi's collar, feeling disgusted and disgusted.

He lazily followed Song Yezhi, thinking: He is very likable, obedient and stupid, and he keeps saying thank you to people when he is bullied.

The setting sun lingers in the sky, and the sunlight dyes the red and white clouds and the gray road, making the shadows longer and longer.Song Yezhi ran away for a while, turned around and waited for him, until the two shadows overlapped and were inseparable.

The distance was not long, and they walked side by side, walking slowly towards home until the last ray of afterglow faded away.

At the door of the house, in the courtyard, Tao Guosheng and Song Yingjun had already returned and were busy making dinner.

Yi Qingwei stopped in front of the wooden cat bed at the door. There were no cats in it, but food and water, and old and clean cotton cloth.He knew at a glance who's masterpiece.

He asked, "Are so many cats really willing to squeeze into one litter?"

Song Yezhi squatted down, probed into the wooden house to observe, and replied: "It seems that few cats sleep in it, and most of them leave after eating."

His head was right next to Yi Qingwei's hand, and Yi Qingwei rubbed it with two fingers, thinking: Good boy.But picky on the mouth: "The nails are nailed crookedly, and there are sawdust in the nest."

Song Yezhi picked up the sawdust and nodded: "Fortunately, cats don't have cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Yi Qingwei pushed his head away with his fingers.

After dinner, they sat under the tree in the yard to enjoy the cool.Only Yi Qingwei squatted in the corner of the courtyard, planning to use the remaining wood to make another nest.

"Those nails outside are really ugly." Yi Qingwei said.

Song Yezhi was lying on the recliner, swaying up and down, feeling the seemingly invisible wind, half-closed his eyes, and looked at Yi Qingwei's back.My thoughts are running all over the sky, thinking about things that are far-fetched, and it is not without a central point. My thoughts are all around this person in my vision.

Song Yingjun's fan stopped, turned his ears sideways, and asked, "Is the bell ringing?"

Song Yezhi: "Yes." Then he shouted, "Uncle, your phone is ringing."

Yi Qingwei: "Go in and help me take a look, don't care if it's not about the hospital."

With orders, Song Yezhi took the slippers and went to the house to get the phone, and then sent a message: "It's Brother Dou!"

Brother Dou is Wang Xinghe, and Yi Qingwei said: "Go ahead and ask him what's the matter."

"Oh."

Within 2 minutes, Song Yezhi shouted again: "Brother Dou thought about it again, and said that it is not appropriate to speak on the phone, and we have to talk face-to-face!"

Yi Qingwei threw away the wood: "Ask him if he is sick."

"Let's forget about that."

Song Yezhi hung up the phone lying on the bed, and found that there was a new message on the screen, and the sender was "Brother Song Jun".Song Jun hasn't looked for him for more than half a year, and he actually has contact with his uncle.

Song Yezhi clicked on the message.

"Okay, as long as he is fine, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Wei."

Song Jun not only posted this one, but there were many other ones in the past. The content was complicated but regular: asking about Song Yezhi's recent situation—feeling—thanks, and occasionally asking for advice.

What's the matter.

Song Yezhi threw away the phone abruptly, turned over and sat up, dazed for a while, and went to the bathroom.

He stood in front of the sink for a long time, washed his hands several times, and rubbed his face several times, until Yi Qingwei knocked on the door and asked him if he was not feeling well.

Song Yezhi opened the door, but Yi Qingwei was still by the door.Meeting his concerned eyes, Song Yezhi began to apologize.

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I flipped through your phone just now."

Yi Qingwei raised his hand and wiped away the water drop on his collarbone that Song Yezhi had forgotten with his thumb: "I'm sorry, I just turned it over, there's nothing I can't see."

"I read the text message my dad sent you."

His fingertips were wet, Yi Qingwei lowered his hands and twisted them silently. He opened his mouth to apologize, but there was no reason to apologize.

"Daddy cares about you."

"Yeah." Song Yezhi nodded and smiled.

Yi Qingwei immediately understood why he wanted to apologize, because Song Yezhi looked too sad, too sad.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking?"

Song Yezhi shook his head, saying he was sleepy.

On the bed, he held his mobile phone and thought for a long time, and finally clicked on the recipient, checked Song Jun, and began to edit the text.

"I will go to the studio introduced by my classmates next week to study for a summer vacation."

send.

Continue editing.

"In the future, I will report to you regularly."

send.

Continue editing.

"But please don't disturb my uncle again."

End this contact.

Song Yezhi's hand became weak uncontrollably.

His feeling for Song Jun at the moment can be called hatred, he has no connection with his son, but he goes to show his father's love in front of the people around his son.

Apart from disgust, he was more afraid, afraid that Yi Qingwei's kindness to him was driven by those text messages.

He didn't want to, not at all.

With the phone still in his hand, Yi Qingwei knocked on the door, and Song Yezhi immediately pressed the phone under the pillow, closed his eyes and held his breath.

Yi Qingwei knew that he was not asleep, so he stood by the bed and said, "I wonder if I can sleep in the same bed with you tonight?"

"It's going to be very hot." His slightly trembling eyelids opened a little, and he pursed his lips again, adding, "Fortunately, there is an air conditioner."

Yi Qingwei turned his head away, bit his lip, and smiled silently.

They each covered a summer quilt, Song Yezhi was sleeping on the other side of the wall, the lights were not turned off, Yi Qingwei was lying on his right side, his eyes were not closed, he was not watching very seriously, but his eyes were really watching every minute. Seconds fell on Song Yezhi's face.

Song Yezhi turned over, facing the white wall, with his back to him.

After a long while, the barking and barking of cats and dogs in the alley quieted down, leaving only this room with lights on in the long alley.Yi Qingwei tucked the quilt around Song Yezhi's waist into his armpits, stretched out his hand, but didn't take it back in the end, and put it on Song Yezhi's thin shoulders.

"Did you fall asleep?" He asked.

Just when Yi Qingwei thought he couldn't wait for an answer, he heard Song Yezhi also ask him: "Uncle, do you know that the two of them divorced and Song Jun gave birth to a son again."

"I know."

Song Yezhi fell silent.

"What Brother Song Jun did is wrong, he has to pay the price himself, don't think too much about it." He comforted people clumsily, "The divorce of parents means that there is a problem in their relationship, and separation is only the way to solve the problem One, you too..."

Song Yezhi turned over again, placed his head on Yi Qingwei's chest through two quilts, and said in a dull voice, "I don't want them to love me anymore."

A few strands of hair on the top of the head stick to Yi Qingwei's lips, soft and fragrant.He lowered his head and kissed her as if there was nothing, his heart was sour because of his words.

"Hmm..." Song Yezhi forced out his nasal cavity, and then said, "I'm sleepy."

"I'm going to turn off the lights and go to sleep."

The moment the lights went out, Song Yezhi blinked lightly, tears ran across the bridge of his nose and fell into the pillow towel.

He coughed.

Tears have been too shallow lately.

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"Kneel/on/on/bed/." Never expected that these four words can also be an asterisk.