Yizhi

In the middle of the night, Yi Qingwei was awakened by the rustling noises beside him, and he was drowsy. He asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

After waiting for a long time without getting a response, I almost fell asleep again.Yi Qingwei opened his eyelids with force, and found that Song Yezhi had been rubbing his legs against the quilt.

"What's the matter, baby." Yi Qingwei sat up while asking, bent over to grab his leg, but Song Yezhi was still sleeping soundly, completely unconscious.

The trouser legs were piled up to the knees, and Yi Qingwei wanted to pull them down for him, but when he touched them, he felt dense bags on his calves.I touched it carefully, and found that the mosquito packs were big and numerous, and one of them bulged up like a small cake, occupying the calf unevenly, so I hurried to see the other one, which was exactly the same.

Yi Qingwei understood why Song Yezhi was still wrapped in long clothes and trousers in summer.

"The mosquitoes here are so poisonous."

The gas made him sober.

Yi Qingwei knew that he was itchy, but he didn't dare to scratch with his nails, for fear that the scratch would break the skin and it would be even more difficult to handle.He rubbed and pressed gently with his fingertips, moving them down one by one, wrapping one by one to comfort him.After kneading one piece, change to another one, and the cycle repeats.

Cicadas chirped all night.

When the drowsiness returned, Yi Qingwei threw the pillow at the end of the bed, lay down, and fell asleep while rubbing his hands.

Pulling out his entangled hands and feet, Song Yezhi slowly moved to the end of the bed, knelt down beside the pillow, looked at the man carefully for a while, and then gently got out of bed to wash.

The air is humid in the early morning, the cats and dogs have not started to move, and the surroundings are quiet.Song Yezhi was squatting on the back steps and brushing his teeth, when Zhao Huanyu suddenly heard a scream, and a mouthful of toothpaste slipped down his throat.

"..."

He went to the front door to look for someone with a toothbrush in his hand, poked his head out, and saw Shen Leji standing in the yard, Song Yezhi froze for a moment, and immediately withdrew his feet and went back the same way.When passing by the bedroom, he stood by the door for a while, Zhao Huan and that voice did not wake Yi Qingwei up, and he was still huddled on the bed.

It wasn't until the teeth were almost done that Song Yezhi walked slowly to the steps of the back door.

When he returned after washing, the two in the courtyard hadn't finished talking, and the one on the bed was sitting cross-legged on the bed to wake up.

Song Yezhi took a toothbrush and a towel to arrange for people: "Uncle, the toothbrush and towel are new, and Huanyu and I prepared more when we came here. But there are only two tooth jars..."

Yi Qingwei fell back weakly, slumped on the quilt, with a vague voice: "Song Yezhi, you don't want to ask me whether I use yours or Zhao Huanyu's?"

Song Yezhi: "No... you can still use a bowl."

Yi Qingwei almost suffocated himself, wondering if Song Yezhi was worried that he would have nothing to vent when he got up.

He got up from the bed with hands and feet, took the toothbrush in Song Yezhi's hand, and said, "It's okay, I still like to use yours."

Song Yezhi was a follower, watching Yi Qingwei wash and wash, but the two of them didn't realize it, they were very calm and at ease.

"Zhao Huan and the ghost screamed, did you come, Brother Le Jie?"

Song Yezhi nodded: "It's still in the front yard."

Yi Qingwei glanced down, and the topic changed: "Roll up your trouser legs and let me see how you got bitten."

There was no light yesterday, and it was very dark. I only knew from the sense of touch that the situation was dire.

Song Yezhi didn't know, so he said, "Huh?"

Yi Qingwei asked: "Ah what? Do you know that you rubbed against me all night?"

Song Yezhi's mouth turned into a circle in shock: "Really..." He was wondering when he woke up this morning, so he seized the opportunity to ask, "Uncle, did you just rub you to the end of the bed?"

At the end of the bed, he spent the night with his legs wrapped in his arms.

"...Not at all."

Yi Qingwei brushed his teeth against the sky with a blank expression.

Zhao Huan and Song Yezhi came to discuss what to eat for breakfast, but when they walked to the door, they were startled again.

"Uncle... When did you come here..."

Originally, he was supposed to start home after breakfast, but Yi Qingwei kept dawdling, and finally when it was time for lunch, he simply said that he would leave after lunch.After lunch, he seemed to be about to have dinner again.

Zhao Huanyu kept following Yi Qingwei's buttocks and urged: "Will you go, should you go, should you go? Go back sooner, go back sooner. I haven't read novels or played games for a long, long time..."

Yi Qingwei practiced his scythe on the whetstone, seriously planning to experience mowing grass.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Yezhi standing beside him, and said, "The car is right there, go and drive it yourself, just leave one for me."

"cut."

Zhao Huanyu flicked his arms and went to beg her brother again. Although Shen Lejie also looked bored to death, he was still lying on the bed reading old books that were peeling off. When he saw Zhao Huanyu, he didn't answer. , took out the car keys and put them on the table in front of her.

Zhao Huan and looked at Song Yezhi blankly: what kind of evil did they two have.

But 10 minutes later, Song Yezhi was squatting by the small ditch in front of the yard to pick up stones to play, Zhao Huan and Jing came over and calmly persuaded: "Xiaoye, I don't think it's urgent for a while, stones are also fun Son, let's go later."

Song Yezhi looked at Zhao Huanyu blankly: "Which evil are you in?"

At eight o'clock in the evening, the night fell and the lights came on one by one.Passing by the square, Yi Qingwei suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road.

"what happened?"

"I'm going to find a public restroom."

"Uncle, I'll be home in a few minutes."

"People have three urgencies to understand." Yi Qingwei got out of the car and leaned against the window and said, "After sitting for so long, why don't you come out for a while? I'll be back soon."

Shen Lejie's car stopped at the side of the road with double flashing lights, and Zhao Huanyu poked his head out and asked, "Where did my uncle go?"

"Go to the bathroom."

Shen Le turned off the fire, coughed, and walked away, trying to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and left without saying a word.Zhao Huanyu's scalp tingled with embarrassment: If you don't know how to make excuses, just sit and let me come!

Song Yezhi watched Shen Lejie go away, and looked at Zhao Huanhe.She quickly put away her speechless expression, and said distressedly: "I don't know what's wrong with him, I... go and see?"

Song Yezhi said, "I'll go with you."

Zhao Huanyu quickly waved his hands: "No, no, you stay here and watch the car, I'll go."

The two disappeared quickly, leaving Song Yezhi alone and the two empty cars staring blankly.

Tell him to wait, and he really waits obediently.Do nothing, sit on the white tiles by the flower bed, look up at the stars.

Watching and watching, a bunch of fireworks exploded into the night sky behind Song Yezhi's head, making a clattering sound.He turned his head, the fireworks were very close to him, they were set off on the square, they were as bright as fire, as if they were daytime.

It's not over yet, one shot after another, pink, green, blue, blue, purple, and colorful set up a scene in the sky.

Beautiful, beautiful like a fantasy.

The salute lasted for a short time and gradually thinned out. In this gap, he heard Zhao Huanyu, Shen Leji, Yi Qingwei, even Grandpa and Uncle Tao calling his name together.Song Yezhi's heart was beating wildly, he climbed up the steps, and had a panoramic view of the square.

A circle of fireworks on the ground was placed in the square, and the fireworks that were one person tall kept shooting out. It was magnificent, like a palace.They stood in the center, surrounded by a two-tier cake, filled with candles, and the flames danced and competed with the surrounding fireworks.

The illusion he was watching just now was actually created for him by someone.

Zhao Huan and took the lead in singing the happy birthday song, and the children watching the excitement in the square also sang along to the tune.

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

Yi Qingwei shouted: "Song Yezhi!"

They answered together: "Happy birthday—!"

Song Yezhi walked over slowly, looked at his grandfather and said, "I never celebrate my birthday."

There were two fires in his eyes, brighter than anyone else's. Song Yingjun knew that they were filled with tears in his eyes.

"Your uncle asked me, so I insisted on torturing you like this."

Yi Qingwei walked up to him, cupped his face and looked carefully: "Be happy, I didn't come to make you cry."

Song Yezhi couldn't turn his face away, and said firmly: "Smoky."

Zhao Huanyu gave him the birthday hat to put on firmly.

"The wishing session of our birthday star!" she whispered, "Make a wish well."

Song Yezhi has only seen other people make wishes, but he can't do the appearance of clasping his hands and eyes with his eyes closed, like he is acting in a TV series.He stared at the candle seriously for a while in silence, breathed a sigh of relief, and blew it out.

Sharing the cake means that everyone who sees it will have a share. Zhao Huan and ran the audience, giving it away to everyone he saw.

Laughing, making noise, nothing is enough, enjoy the whole night.

In the end, I was tired at last, and it took a lot of effort to arrange and collect.Carrying the rubbish into the bucket one by one, everyone went back to the house, and all went back to the nearest alley to rest.

"It's like a dream," he said.

Yi Qingwei ignored him, and applied medicine to his mosquito bag while he was soaking his feet.

"Are there any other places?"

Song Yezhi straightened his waist and lifted his clothes, exposing his belly.

"Why are you bitten here?"

"Inexperienced on the first night, I slept with my stomach open."

Yi Qingwei asked him with a half-smile, "What wish did you just make?"

"Can you talk?" Song Yezhi asked sincerely, eager to share with him.

Instead, Yi Qingwei shook his head: "If you don't say it, it won't work."

Yi Qingwei's subordinates didn't stop, his mind was active.

On Song Yezhi's birthday, he made a wish on the pretext.

He hoped that the child in front of him could grow up completely under his protection.

Sincerely, sincerely, I want to nourish him with my heart and blood.

After the medicine was wiped off, Song Yezhi could hardly walk on both legs, and he had to keep his clothes from sticking to his stomach with his hands.Yi Qingwei let him go to bed and lie down, and when he came back after cleaning up, he saw him put his legs on the bed frame to dry.

"Does your posture touch your tailbone?" Yi Qingwei was curious.

"kind of."

Yi Qingwei grabbed Song Yezhi's usual pillow and stuffed it under his buttocks.

"I'm a little disgusted."

Song Yezhi resisted weakly, but was slapped by Yi Qingwei.

"Why is it never a birthday?"

He paid attention to every word Song Yezhi said.

"It's not important." Song Yezhi took it for granted, "A few years passed when I was young, but everyone was getting busier and busier, so I didn't care about it. I didn't think about it, it didn't make any sense."

"Nonsense." Yi Qingwei went to bed and pushed him to the side, "I was going to give you the lunar calendar, but who told you to run to the village if you had nothing to do. I missed it. Then I will give you the next best thing. It’s a Gregorian calendar.” He sighed, “The seventh day of the seventh lunar month is such a good day, why don’t you continue to go to the mountains to feed mosquitoes on Qixi Festival?”

"Yes, uncle, how did you spend the Qixi Festival?"

"How did it go? I accompanied the medical records in the hospital."

The medicine wind was almost dry, Yi Qingwei smoothed down the legs of Song Yezhi's pajama pants, and said: "I think it is meaningful, no matter how busy we are, we will spend it every year. On the day of Qixi Festival, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet across the bridge." I also want to make way for you, and go after your birthday."

Like a magic trick, he took out a necklace from his back, unfolded it in his palm, and a silver sheep fell out, swaying in the air.Yi Qingwei told him to get close to him, and solemnly clasped his neck for him, with a more serious tone: "Song Yezhi, 17 years old."

At the age of 17, Song Yezhi made his birthday wish but did not remember it.Although it is treated with caution, it is just like treating a multiple-choice question in the examination room, doing my best to ensure that it is correct, and then forget it when it is done.

He Xu:

"Okay, then I wish, every year there will be today, and every year will have today."

"Bless me, wish us."

At that time, the years were still stable and pleasant, and it was so simple that it could be seen at a glance.

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"We will live every year in the future."