Yizhi

The mobile phone under the pillow vibrated suddenly, and then rang, Song Yezhi woke up from his sleep.He frowned and turned over, buried his head in the quilt, waiting for his mind to clear up.

When the phone started the second round of wake-up calls, Song Yezhi sat up abruptly, opened a corner of the curtain and looked outside, and as expected, it was snow-white.Ignoring the phone, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Turning his head in front of the mirror, he found a bunch of hair sticking up. Song Yezhi unscrewed the faucet, and pressed down with some water on his hands.However, the texture of the hair was hard, and after a few rounds of pressing, it became half curled.

Even more stupid.

Song Yezhi raised his arms, took off his shirt, and simply took a shower.

While closing his eyes and applying shampoo, Song Yezhi suddenly remembered the dream he had last night, and the image in his mind jumped again, it was Yi Qingwei's bony fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

This is his small gesture while waiting for the light.

He kept his head up for too long, and accidentally, water flowed into his nasal cavity.Song Yezhi wiped his face with both hands, then quickly turned around and flipped the switch.He pulled a dry towel, rubbed his hair twice, then wiped the water droplets on his body, and gradually slowed down until he stopped.

very strange.

Also very scary.

Otherwise, neither gentle nor lingering, even a few casual words in a calm and casual manner, in the car last night, how could it bewitch Song Yezhi, to imagine, to look forward to another illusory scene of ten years of his own .

Song Yezhi looked up, and in the mirror, every strand of hair had been laid down obediently. He took a deep breath, took a long breath, and walked out of the bathroom.

The white mist on the mirror surface was condensed, hiding a few small lines, as if the established trajectory, after waiting for many years, someone finally breathed out at this moment, and nailed it to the mirror with such a posture, impartiality.

Song Yingjun was reading a newspaper at the dining table. Song Yezhi pulled out a chair and sat down next to each other. He took a steamed bun from the plate, handed over the mobile phone in his right hand, and said, "Grandpa, your son just made two calls."

Song Yingjun shook the newspaper, turned it over, and said, "Dry your hair, it's so cold." Then he got serious, "What did your dad call to say?"

"I didn't pick it up." Song Yezhi put it back in his pocket and asked, "Don't you have a headache after waking up so early? You drank so much yesterday."

"I woke up early when I was sleepy and dizzy." Elder Song clicked his tongue, "Hurry up and go play by yourself, because you will make noise when you wake up."

"I'm not familiar with the place of life." Song Yezhi scratched his chin, "Let's read a book at home."

Song Yezhi sat down at the desk, took out his math book, spread it out, and prepared two pens, one red and one black.After flipping through Chapter 1, it was an incomprehensible function. When I went back, I found that the whole book was about functions.

……

I suddenly felt that the future was bleak, and the second year of high school was hopeless.

Heartbroken, Song Yezhi stood up, walked out of the study, and asked, "Mathematics has abandoned me. Is there anything else I need?"

Song Yingjun didn't even bother to look up at him, and ordered: "Go, that messy little advertisement on the wall outside needs you."

"Oh."

"Put the scarf on." Seeing Song Yezhi walking out with his neck bare, Song Lao added this sentence.

"despair."

The alleyway is quiet, and the sound of being smashed at the foot is small and crisp.Song Yezhi thought it was the wind blowing the sand, so he didn't respond, but there were two more "da da", the small stone hit his bloated down jacket, and was bounced away again.

As if he had a premonition, he turned his head and saw the girl he met yesterday standing not far away with a smile, waving to him.

"Zhao Huanyu, why are you here?"

Zhao Huan and Song Yezhi wore the same bloated down jacket, with a camera hanging on her chest, and she wore a wide hat, making her face appear small.She approached and said, "Song Yezhi, you still remember my name!"

Song Yezhi: "You remember me too."

Zhao Huan laughed, and then asked: "It's cold, what are you doing?"

This sentence is also very familiar.

Is it true that all Faxiao who grew up together can say the same sentence to the same person at different times and different places?

Song Yezhi was very curious.

"Tear up the small advertisement." After saying that, he turned around and continued with the work at hand, "You go home first, there is only a little left, I will come right away."

"I'm with you, Grandpa Song and I don't know what to talk about." Zhao Huan and stood side by side with Song Yezhi.

"Tear it slowly."

"It can't be too slow."

"You have to apply force evenly."

"At the end of the day, just pull hard and be decisive, and you can completely end a small commercial."

"Thank you." Song Yezhi said sincerely.

"you are welcome."

Watching Song Yezhi finish tearing off the last corner, Zhao Huanyu said, "Why don't I take you out to play."

"……what?"

"Uncle asked me to take you to play before going out, he treats you." Zhao Huanyu was a little excited before the start, "Let's go, the first stop today, I will take you to ride the lake in the north!"

Ten o'clock in the morning, the time is neither awkward nor awkward, and there are very few people walking on the street.They crossed a few roads, walked forward, and came out of the narrow alleys. There was a lake in front of them, frozen and white, and the grass surrounded by the shore looked like a stray guest, which was very disharmonious. .

The natural ice rink is a spacious and bright world.

There are two or three children playing on the ice.Several boards were put together to form a flatbed cart, and a rope was attached to it. The boy in skates held the knot and pulled it forward, while the rest of the smaller children competed for seats on the cart.

"Can you skate? There are skate rental stalls over there."

Song Yezhi wore roller skates to slide across the concrete floor, but it was the first time for skate shoes, not to mention trying, even to observe them in reality.

He hesitated: "It should."

Song Yezhi sat on the steps, took off his short boots and put on his skates, stood up tremblingly, took two unsteady steps, and slid stiffly after getting used to it.

Zhao Huan and Bi Xiao followed closely behind, making it easier for people to help them up after they fall.

Song Yezhi was a bit reluctant to let go, one was that the clothes were too thick and he couldn't use them, and the other was that he was always afraid of bumping into those little boys.Zhao Huanyu sped up a bit, and when he overtook Song Yezhi, he picked up the hood from the back of his down jacket and put it on for others.She slid backwards, faced Song Yezhi, and said with a smile: "Concentrate on skating, I'm by your side, I won't let you fall."

Song Yezhi tensed his whole body to keep his balance, Wan took time out of his busy schedule to look up at her, only to see the girl's eyes bent into crescent moons.He couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

"it is good."

When Song Jun's third phone call came, Song Yezhi's skates had evolved from a stuttering mode to a smooth one.Holding the phone, he frowned imperceptibly, waved to Zhao Huanyu who was squatting in the distance and photographed the sky, and slid to the corner to answer the phone.

"Hey?"

"Hey, Ono, have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

"I called you a few times and didn't answer."

"what's up."

"When are you going to come back? I'll book you a plane ticket."

The wind blew harder, the lake was empty and there was no way to avoid it, Song Yezhi squatted down and curled up into a ball.

"I don't intend to go back."

Song Jun was angry: "Aren't you going to come back? How old are you? Why do you still want to come out?"

"I told you before I left."

"That's because I can't hold you back, let grandpa take you there to play for a few days, and you haven't come back yet? Do you have the final say?"

Speechless.

Resisting silently and resolutely passive are his weak weapons.

"I'll buy you a ticket on the 20th, stay with grandpa for two more days, and then pack it up for me to go home."

"Do not."

"I tell you clearly, you can't stay there, you are like this, you can't do anything without your father."

Song Yezhi thought it made sense, nodded, and said, "Well, then it can't be done."

"Song Yezhi, what medicine did you take wrong? It's me..."

"Didn't she tell you?" Song Yezhi didn't want to entangle him anymore, so he interrupted in time, "When the semester was about to end, Sun Xiu came to my school to look for me." He paused for a few seconds, smiled, coldly Coldly, "Sun Xiu, do you know me? A woman with a big belly came to see me and said that she was curious about what Song Jun's son looked like. When I was about to come, I asked me to guess whether the one in my belly was a boy or a girl. I would talk to you later. There are a few images."

Speechless.

Song Yezhi suppressed his anger, wrapped it tightly to prevent it from being seen, and asked softly, "What do you think? Is it a boy or a girl? Dad?"

"Ono, I can explain this matter. But now, what we are saying is, you have to come back, do you know what you are doing? You are hastily deciding the trajectory of your life! You are only a sophomore in high school. At this juncture, a little bit To deviate is to make fun of the rest of your life. Jackie Chan enters the sky, becomes a snake and enters the weeds, all in one thought. Listen to Dad, come back, follow the road paved by Dad, and it won’t hurt you!"

"Really." Song Yezhi's tone could not be heard clearly, "Father, let me pave my road as much as possible, pave it as a Yangguan road, pave it as a single-plank bridge, and it will always be finished. It's also so that you don't recognize the road. Dao cheated. Don't explain that matter to me, I have to mention it today. "

"Also, grandpa is very old, you don't have time to accompany him, I have, I'll accompany him. Don't..." His voice was empty for a second, "Stop talking, it's not unkind to be unkind and unfilial. nice."

After finishing speaking, Song Yezhi immediately hung up the phone.

He rarely expresses himself, especially in front of his parents.Just now, he dragged the dirty things in the adult world out of the dark place naked to dry. He didn't know whether Song Jun was ashamed or not, but he himself felt as if he had experienced a cramp and bone torture. , is also empty.

A little nauseous and want to vomit.

After squatting on the spot for a while, when he was about to stand up on his knees, Song Yezhi found Zhao Huanyu standing quietly behind him for an unknown amount of time.

Did she hear that?Or maybe not.

Song Yezhi didn't care.

Without stagnation, he stood up straight and turned to look at Zhao Huanyu.

I saw Zhao Huanhe raised the camera, half bent down, looked at the person in the camera, and smiled: "Beautiful than flowers, whiter than snow."

The sense of urgency in his throat dissipated a bit, Song Yezhi straightened his shoulders, and there was no time to make an expression.

With a "click", the green young man was frozen in the ice and snow.

Zhao Huan and bowed his head to appreciate the film, "Tsk", and said to him, "If you get into my lens, you get into my eyes. If you really stay here and don't leave, we will cover you!"

Zhao Huan wore his hat and scarf tightly, so he couldn't see his expression, but his voice was full of passion.There is a plum blossom behind her, the treetop does not bear the heavy load, the snow slides down, the branches shake, and the plum blossoms sway.

Inexplicably, Song Yezhi glimpsed a corner of reality from the illusion.