Yizhi

"Am I sick?"

"you are not."

"I have, I ate something bad."

"you have not."

"But I always want to throw up."

Song Yezhi squatted at the door of the men's bathroom and chatted with Yi Qingwei: "Because you drank too much."

"I didn't drink too much, can you dial 120 for me?"

He stood up, Yi Qingwei took his hand and asked, "Why are you going?"

"Hmm..." Song Yezhi said, "I'll find an ambulance for you."

"Okay. Thank you, thank you."

Seriously.

Song Yezhi walked away two steps and then turned back: "How about we go together."

It was the first time he saw Yi Qingwei drunk, and he was worried about letting him here alone, what if he went to drink the water in the toilet.

Yi Qingwei closed his eyes and didn't open them again: "Don't talk to me, once I talk..." Song Yezhi waited for a long time, and only after he suspected that Yi Qingwei had fallen asleep did he continue to speak with difficulty The last three words, "I just want to vomit."

Song Yezhi looked at him, hesitated for less than two seconds, squatted down in front of him again, and tried to communicate: "Didn't Brother Dou open two floors of rooms for everyone, where is yours?"

"888." Yi Qingwei said, "My shirt is still at 888."

Helping him halfway, Yi Qingwei was so stunned that he was about to spit it out, so he had to go back the same way and squat in front of the toilet in the bathroom.

Song Yezhi used a disposable paper cup to catch water at the sink, and said, "Spit it up, use this to rinse your mouth after you spit it out."

"I'm sorry, when will the ambulance come?"

"Soon."

"I can't close my eyes."

"why?"

"Very dizzy."

"Okay, let's keep it open."

"I want to close my eyes."

"why?"

"It's dizzy, like weightlessness. From the earth to the moon, it only takes one second."

"..."

"Do you know?"

"I do not know."

"You learn a little, and we can be together."

"it is good."

"do you want?"

"Thinking about what?"

"With me, on the moon, in the universe."

"think."

It was obviously an intoxicating talk, but Song Yezhi was very focused on it.

"Probably just the two of us."

"That couldn't be better."

"Song Yezhi."

"Ok?"

"When will you grow up?"

"what?"

"Grow up quickly." Yi Qingwei looked at him without blinking, and said.

The alcohol burned to the base of the ears, and the whites were powdery. Yi Qingwei's words were nonsensical, and his tone was childish, revealing untimely prudence.

"how?"

Yi Qingwei shook his head, refused to answer, and said, "Just promise me."

"Am I not grown up yet?" Song Yezhi asked him, tilting his head.

"not enough."

"What kind of appearance is enough?"

Yi Qingwei stopped looking at him, stared at the toilet, frowning.

After a while, he said, "I don't know either."

Song Yezhi propped his chin and smiled at him: "Uncle, you look like a kid in kindergarten now."

Yi Qingwei didn't listen to him, and immersed himself in his own world: "Please, please."

Song Yezhi stretched out his hand, followed his back one by one, and agreed, "Okay."

This posture coincided with a scene long ago, when Yi Qingwei spent a meal with Song Jun in order to keep him in Beijing.

The lighter the movements of his hands, the more restless his heart became when he recalled these things.

While he was dazed, Yi Qingwei took the water from Song Yezhi's hand and drank half of it.

He cried, "Ah—can't swallow—"

Wang Xinghe, who came to look for someone, watched him drink the water. He thought it was scooped out of the toilet, but he didn't care: "It's okay, I'll forget about it when I get up tomorrow, and I don't remember anything when I'm drunk."

Song Yezhi still explained: "It's not the toilet—I took it from the tap."

"It's not bad." Wang Xinghe came in to help people, "It was fine when I was talking to me, why is it so drunk now? Are you drunk too? Spend so long talking with a drunk?"

Song Yezhi: "It's quite fun."

"It's a pity I didn't have time to get the camera." He added.

"Your uncle has the best wine, he doesn't make trouble when he's drunk, he just sleeps." Wang Xinghe said, "Come on Xiaoye, I'll squat down, and you will bring him up on my back."

After carrying it to the room and putting it on the bed, Yi Qingwei had already closed his eyes and passed out.

"Xiaoye, I might not be able to go back tonight, and there is no one to see you off, and I don't worry about you leaving alone. I will open another room for you, can you go to bed early?"

Before Song Yezhi wanted to say anything, Wang Xinghe answered first: "Why don't you just share a room with your uncle, the room is big enough for you to take care of this drunk, can you?"

Song Yezhi stopped talking and nodded: "Yes."

Song Yezhi walked around the room, opened the window to let off the smell of alcohol, and took a second look at the night scene.Hearing the movement and turning around, he found that Yi Qingwei had woken up and was trying to turn over to sit up.

It's okay if you can't turn it over, but if you turn it over, you should fall to the ground.

Song Yezhi ran over in two or three steps and made a human mat in time.

Yi Qingwei pressed Song Yezhi's arm, and he half-kneeled, pulled Yi Qingwei into his arms, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Make me shorter."

Sorry, I really don't understand.

Yi Qingwei continued: "Don't go, let me sleep like this."

Song Yezhi really froze.

"It's too high, it's so light, it seems to be floating in the sky, and I can't fall." Yi Qingwei said, "But I fell just now, and it didn't hurt much."

Song Yezhi: "..."

After persisting for a while, his legs became numb and then woke up again, and he suggested: "Sleep on the sofa, the sofa is short."

Yi Qingwei may have been lying down for a long time, but he also felt that his background was inferior, so he opened his eyes and looked at him: "Okay."

Song Yezhi helped the limp Yi Qingwei to the small living room, thinking that it might be easier to move the sofa over to accommodate him.

The sofa is narrow, Song Yezhi lifted the coffee table and put it together, the length is a bit shorter, but it can ensure that Yi Qingwei will not fall again.

"Thirsty."

Song Yezhi remembered that there was mineral water on the bedside table, he let go of his hand: "I'll get it right away."

Taking out mineral water from a pile of colorful boxes, Song Yezhi studied closely to see if it was possible to find a hangover cure.As soon as he got close, a row of small characters stood out: condoms, essential oils for women, essential oils for men, long-lasting pills... Song Yezhi gave a light "tsk", got up and left with mineral water in hand.

He hadn't stayed in a hotel a few times, but he didn't see these things when he was in Qinhuangdao. Obviously this is not a serious hotel.

After a few minutes, the person who asked for water fell asleep again, and he didn't see anything.

After calming down, Song Yezhi realized that there was burning pain in his knuckles and elbow. He lowered his head to look, and he probably didn't pay attention to the scratched skin just now.The pain was nothing, but it was disgusting to see the interstitial fluid mixed with blood, Song Yezhi immediately went to the bathroom to wash with water with his hands paralyzed.

There was a bell at twelve o'clock in the morning, and it floated in from the window, and the sound was very steady.

Song Yezhi didn't feel sleepy, fortunately he had something to do, lying on the side of the sofa, pointing his shiny index finger on the forehead of the lying man, going down, to the brow bone, then to the bridge of the nose, and then to the center of the person.It didn't stop this time, and the fingertips slowly stopped on his lips.

This lip bead is embedded on the thin lips, which fits perfectly.Both the depth and the light are vivid, and the movement and stillness are all attractive.

He didn't expect Yi Qingwei to wake up, he asked in a daze, "Where's the water?"

Song Yezhi didn't move, his fingertips rested on his lips, and when Yi Qingwei spoke, his hands could feel the soft elasticity, which was very clear.

He's kissing his fingers, isn't he.

"Uncle, are you really drunk?"

Yi Qingwei turned his head to one side, and the only connection between the two disappeared.

"I'm not drunk," he said.

"Drunk, you can't remember things, right?"

"I'm not drunk," he reiterated.

No one answered, the air was quiet.He looked at him, his eyes were focused, but his heart was not.It was chaotic, many thoughts whizzed by, unable to grasp firmly, and unable to penetrate deeply.

Every breath is full of mellow wine smell, and it has been quiet for long enough, almost sinking into it.

Song Yezhi was half squatting, very close, speaking very softly, it was whispering, it was whispering, it was a believer praying devoutly.

"Yi Qingwei, look at me."

Believers may not be angry if they do not get a response from the Lord, but they will try to support themselves.

The right hand caressed his side face, wandering, and the slender and strong fingers slowly controlled the back of the neck.Song Yezhi knelt down completely, found Yi Qingwei's hand hanging in the air, clasped it tightly, straightened his waist slightly, and kissed it.

Touching is a very short moment.

Soft, earth-shatteringly soft.

Song Yezhi slowly opened his lips, embraced the upright and beautiful bead more gently and softly, and pressed down harder and more mercilessly.

Love and lust go hand in hand.

late at night.

Aloft winds were blowing in through the wide-open windows.

The horns of trucks on the street below blared.

The spotlights of the buildings under construction in the distance swept past randomly.

Song Yezhi dared not breathe.

When he was almost hypoxic, Bai Fang bit his crimson lower lip, once, and then let him go.

He finally buried his head in Yi Qingwei's neck, hugged him tightly for a long time, and looked very fragile.

Through kisses and hugs, Yi Qingwei transferred the high temperature to him.

Heart hot, hands and feet cold.Song Yezhi's chest felt itchy wave after wave, like layers of waves that would not go away for a long time.

He was soaking in the sea and shivering.

"Whether you're drunk or not, don't remember after tomorrow."

"But you must be drunk." Song Yezhi said to himself, "Holding the door frame and not letting go to make a fool of yourself, drinking the raw water in the bathroom, and-this matter... which one is worse?"

He smiled and answered himself.

"Being liked by me is the worst."

"So don't remember, I won't embarrass you."

Love and lust go hand in hand.

He couldn't help himself, and he reined in the precipice.

The breath is wet, and the heart is also wet, dripping water.

For most people, time is a straight ray because the end is unknown.Human beings mark the scale, with the year, month, day, hour, minute and second.

As a result, time became a little more controllable.

But there are also times when it gets out of control—Song Yezhi recalled Zhao Huan and the 1999 end of the world remarks mentioned a few days ago.

Time becomes a line segment.

But why wait until 1999, just the next second.

He embraces him, the world perishes, making everything point to eternity and immutability.

Song Yezhi thought desperately.