Yizhi

Wang Xinghe is getting married, and the bride is Yang Xujing.This is what he refused to talk on the phone and insisted on talking face to face.It is indeed worth saying face to face that this year they are under 23 years old, and someone actually started planning a marriage.

"When?"

Wang Xinghe couldn't see the excitement of the groom-to-be on his face, and he probably had almost digested it himself.

"The wedding date is still set, National Day?"

The ceiling of the coffee shop is decorated in a golden and rich color. Yi Qingwei leaned his head on the soft back of the chair, looked at it for a long time, and found a spider web.

"Why do you suddenly want to get married?" Yi Qingwei was puzzled.

"It's not that the two of us want to get married, it's mainly because her family and my family want to get married." Wang Xinghe raised the corner of his mouth, unwilling to let it go, as if he was telling someone else's joke, "Love is also what her family and my family want to talk about."

"Does she like you?" Yi Qingwei asked himself and answered, "I do, I've met you a few times, and I'm very considerate to you."

"Eat a few more meals and go to bed a few more times, and you will like it. That's what she told me."

"What about you?"

Two people look at different places and think about the same thing, a conversation is sluggish.

"Me?" Wang Xinghe thought about himself temporarily, and within a few seconds he had an answer, "I like it, but not to the point of getting married. Getting married is too heavy."

Yi Qingwei raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "If you like it, you can get married. It doesn't matter if it belongs to your family or not. If it's not suitable, you can still leave. A living person can be suffocated to death by a certificate. "

Wang Xinghe corrected: "Two."

Then consciously retracted the long legs, and said haha, the atmosphere came alive, Wang Xinghe said: "Bring your nephew and niece at that time."

Yi Qingwei glanced at him: "Why?"

"What are you doing, Zhao Huanyu can come? Zhao Huanyu is here, but Xiaoye can't come?" Wang Xinghe thought about it, "Yu Shiying is coming too."

The last name was Wang Xinghe's deliberate provocation, Yi Qingwei didn't care, raised his eyebrows and said: "Okay, come, come if you want."

In the next second, Yi Qingwei looked out the window, was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.A light laugh came from his throat, and his shoulders shrugged accordingly.He often had a smile on his face, even though it was always an expression rather than a mood, but at this moment, it was too perfunctory.

Wang Xinghe followed his gaze and said Cao Cao Cao Cao is here—isn't that the little nephew and his classmate across the street!

"Don't hide from me." Zhou Yeshan chased after him, "I really don't like you anymore!"

Hearing his words, Song Yezhi slowed down, took another two steps forward, stopped altogether, turned around, and stood there dryly, not knowing how to reply.

Zhou Yeshan lowered his voice and said again: "Don't hide from me."

Song Yezhi also whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just... I don't know how to face you."

"Don't." Zhou Yeshan said, "I liked you before because I wanted you to look good and have a fun personality. Now that you have someone you like, I won't continue to like you."

Song Yezhi thought for a while and asked, "Is it possible?"

For a moment, he was in a trance and his attention was not focused on this confrontation.

If you can't like it, can you stop liking it easily and easily.

Song Yezhi's eyes were clear and clean, and the pupils were pure black.Every time he looked at him, Zhou Yeshan would start to cry out in warning from the depths of his chest, secretly brewing a tremor.Now, too, he asked him innocently, like an animal encountering a human being for the first time in a silent forest.

Zhou Yeshan looked away in a panic, pretended to raise his head and sighed, and smiled relaxedly: "Yes, it took me two nights to convince myself."

Song Yezhi couldn't figure it out, but he was very envious of Zhou Yeshan's ease of retraction.

Zhou Yeshan then asked: "Can we still do homework and watch movies together? It's the same as before."

Getting Song Yezhi's nod, Zhou Yeshan laughed.Seeing Zhou Yeshan smiling, Song Yezhi also laughed.

With a distance of one road, the tiny brackets on both sides of his cheeks can still be seen clearly, and Yi Qingwei watched this scene of dispelling suspicions on the street without moving.

"What are they talking about?" Wang Xinghe also joined in the fun, laughing haha, "You are really young, and your face is like a June day. The cloudy weather will turn sunny in two seconds?"

He also counted on Yi Qingwei to echo a few words, turned his head to look, and quickly swallowed his laughter.

——The one next to me is from sunny to cloudy.

Wang Xinghe kicked him: "What's wrong with you?"

Yi Qingwei shook his head and said, "Go and ask them why they came here, and I will help you."

Wang Xinghe got up and asked, "Hey, is your nephew my nephew?"

He smiled and punched him: "I ask you, old man, okay?"

Wang Xinghe didn't leave instead: "What's the matter with you today? It's not like you, Uncle Yi."

Usually, he would go up early to stop people, but now Duan Duan was sitting aside watching for so long, and finally ordered others to go.

"I'm also confused. I haven't seen anyone for half a month, so I deliberately avoid me." Yi Qingwei said, "I don't know what messed with him. Let's talk about it when he is willing to come to me."

After listening to Wang Xinghe, he was surprised, when will it be Yi Qingwei's turn to accommodate others?When I had enough energy to continue asking, this person really lost his patience and almost punched him again: "Can you go quickly?"

Yi Qingwei's original intention was to let Wang Xinghe cross the road, go to the opposite side, ask the two children, take them to do things after asking, report the situation when they are done, and then go back to the hospital by himself, while Wang Xinghe goes back to the store.

Who knew that Wang Xinghe would hear Wang Xinghe shouting outside the cafe door in the next minute: "Xiao Ye! Why are you here?"

After another minute, the person was led to the seat.

Yi Qingwei watched the three of them stand in a row in front of him, slowly put down Erlang's legs, frowned, and wanted to kick Wang Xinghe first.

He glanced over, tapped the chair next to him, and said to Song Yezhi, "What are you doing in a daze? Sit down."

Song Yezhi sat down beside him obediently.

The sullenness in Yi Qingwei's heart was half gone.

Zhou Yeshan sat down opposite and called people one by one.Yi Qingwei agreed, and then asked: "What are you two doing here?"

Wang Xinghe quickly answered: "I said I came to buy books... What kind of books are you buying? There are not many bookstores here, so I came so far."

Yi Qingwei looked at Song Yezhi in a blink of an eye.

He received the gaze, scratched his head, and replied: "A book of mathematics, some... hard to buy."

Yi Qingwei looked at him for a few more seconds: "What's your name? Let me ask for you."

Zhou Yeshan quickly waved his hand: "No, no, we asked about it, and we came here specially to buy it."

Yi Qingwei looked down at his watch: "Go now?"

Song Yezhi glanced at it, it was just after one o'clock, and it was still some time before Yi Qingwei went to work.Looking at the two cups of coffee alone on the table, Song Yezhi asked, "Uncle, have you eaten yet?"

When Wang Xinghe heard it, he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement: "He was picking on the canteen in front of me. It was either too much salt or too little sugar. He said that his appetite was spoiled by the food."

Wang Xinghe was good at making nonsense on the spot, Yi Qingwei squeezed his palms, not intending to tear the stage down, and sat quietly listening to Song Yezhi's answer.

"Ah..." Song Yezhi put his hand on the back of his neck unconsciously, "Recently I've been polishing paintings in the studio..."

Yi Qingwei circled his wrist and took it down: "Don't scratch it, if you want to buy a book, go buy it quickly, and go home early after buying."

The chairs were not heated, and the two of them were forced to stand up one after the other to leave. Yi Qingwei instructed: "Be careful." Seemingly, he added, "Song Yezhi, call me when you get home." .”

Song Yezhi responded in a nonchalant manner.

When the people left, Wang Xinghe said, "I look pretty good, I don't look like I'm losing my temper."

In less than a quarter of an hour, Wang Xinghe had deposited two accounts with Yi Qingwei.

"Have I lost my appetite?"

Wang Xinghe stood up and took the bag, and said, "No one is looking at the store now", and the thief ran away with a smile.

A phone call made Yi Qingwei wait a long time.When the bell rang, Yi Qingwei had already returned home from get off work, and came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He glanced at the number, dried himself slowly, and pressed the connection button.

"Hello, uncle."

"Well." He said, "Didn't I tell you to call me when you get home?"

Song Yezhi didn't use the landline, lying on the bed in the bedroom, with the mobile phone close to his ear: "I forgot when I got home, and I was afraid that you would be too busy later, so I planned to wait for you to get home."

It can be regarded as calling again when we get home.

"Have you bought the information?"

"bought."

In fact, it wasn’t reviewing materials, but Zhou Yeshan was curious about where Song Yezhi bought the book about homosexuality, so he pestered Song Yezhi to take him to see that bookstore.

"Did Zhao Huanyu come to play with you?"

"I just came here the day before yesterday."

"Is the atmosphere in the studio relaxed? Are there many people of the same age?"

"Relax, everyone is so talented." Song Yezhi's voice brightened, "People in the studio range from a few years old to dozens of years old. There is an uncle in his 30s who lives in the studio every day. I heard that he passed the exam. Many times in Central America, the score is not enough, and every time it is a little bit worse, it just refuses to admit defeat."

"Knock yourself to death."

"Well, I hope he will be nominated for the Gold List next year."

"There will be you next year, did you study hard during the holidays?"

"I've learned it. Zhao Huan and I made a fuss about making up math for me when we came here."

Yi Qingwei smiled lowly, and asked again: "Where's the piano? Have you practiced?"

"I've practiced too. Grandpa talks about me practicing every day."

After running around in the emergency room for a day, lying on the bed, exhaustion and laziness had time to emerge from the crevices of the bones, which made Yi Qingwei's voice low and hoarse, and locked sleepiness to chat with Song Yezhi about family affairs.

"Your Brother Dou is getting married."

"Ah?" Song Yezhi was taken aback, "Why are you going to... get married all of a sudden?"

"And the sister Yang Xujing who went camping last time." Yi Qingwei closed his eyes, calculated, and inexplicably felt that 23 years old is not too early to get married, "I will take you to their wedding banquet in October, and it will not be long before school starts. Hurry up and play once and start preparing for the exam."

Song Yezhi said "oh", and instead of answering his words, he asked, "Uncle, have you ever thought about getting married?"

Yi Qingwei's drowsy mind was finally cleared up with a smile, and he said, "Song Yezhi, my father didn't even rush me."

"Brother Dou is the least likely to be able to get married. I'm just curious, you."

"Your Brother Dou has been dating for a year and got married, so I will be in the next year."

There was no sound from the receiver.The conversation was over, and there was only one sentence, "Why don't you come to the hospital these days", and "Why were you crying with Zhao Huan and downstairs that day?", stuck in the throat, unable to ask.

Afraid of poking his sad spot, and afraid that he would feel depressed in his heart.

Dilemma.

"Sleepy?" He weighed it back and forth, and finally only asked this sentence.

Song Yezhi said, "A little bit."

"Then wash up and go to sleep."

"Okay, uncle..." Song Yezhi dragged out his voice, then lowered his voice, and asked, "What do you want for lunch tomorrow?"

After a while of silence, I heard Yi Qingwei reply: "Ask Uncle Tao if he would make sweet and sour pork ribs."

Song Yezhi quickly answered for Tao Guosheng: "Yes!"

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