Yizhi

Winter is coming, and I can no longer lie down under the tree in the courtyard and watch the moon.

There was no light in the room, Song Yezhi was sitting in front of the desk, the cold moon crossed the gap and reached his chin.He closed the book, opened the curtains, slanted his shoulders, and looked up at the sky.

The moon will change, it is now hiding far away in the sky, pale and ethereal.There was no wind tonight, and after waiting for a long time, there were no clouds covering the moon, so he closed the curtains with a snap.

There are cars coming in the alley, the wheels, the engine, these movements make the emerald phoenix in the yard sing happily.

The curtain was opened again, and one index finger held a corner.

The engine stopped, the lights went out, the door to the courtyard opened, and Yi Qingwei walked in.This winter, he put on that iron-gray knee-length coat again.

Song Yezhi heard Song Yingjun asking people in the living room if they had eaten.

"Eat, Uncle Song, what about him?" Yi Qingwei asked.

"It's in the house."

Song Yezhi got off the chair and climbed onto the bed.

"Why is the light off? Has he eaten?"

"No, I read a book at home all day, and I should be asleep now."

"I'll go see him."

"Okay, I should also ask him to get up to eat, the food will be cold in a while."

Yi Qingwei turned on the light, the person on the bed was awake, turned his face facing the white wall, and looked at him.

"Didn't sleep?"

Song Yezhi kicked the quilt away from his feet, turned over and sat up, and knelt on the edge of the bed with his head down looking for slippers.

"It's been a long time since I heard your voice."

Yi Qingwei's eyes followed him, and he answered unconsciously: "Really."

He changed his posture and sat on the edge of the bed, with his arms propped up vertically on the bed, his beautiful collarbone protruding and extending to his thin shoulders.

Hearing Yi Qingwei's words, Song Yezhi tilted his head.

"More than a month?"

43 days.

Yi Qingwei was speechless for a moment, then pointed to his feet: "Put on your socks and come out to eat."

Song Yezhi raised his eyes to follow his back, lowered his head, and curled his toes uncomfortably.

Song Yingjun and Yi Weigong are going to Hainan this month, leaving tomorrow to attend the funeral of their comrades.Yi Qingwei came tonight to take Song Yezhi back to his home.Their return date was uncertain, ranging from more than ten days to as long as a month. Song Yingjun took him to Yi's house for foster care.

Song Yezhi picked up the rice in the bowl for a while: "Uncle Tao is going too?"

Tao Guosheng said: "I'm going, it's inconvenient for your grandfather to go so far alone."

Song Yezhi liked to stay with Yi Qingwei, and Song Yingjun knew it, so he didn't discuss it with his grandson this time, thinking that it would only take a few minutes to pick him up, but he didn't get a smile.Song Yingjun asked for advice belatedly: "Is that okay? You are staying at Grandpa Yi's house during this time."

He didn't say yes or no, he just cared about serving food and said, "I can take care of myself."

Sun Tzu's character Song Yingjun knows, independent, sensible, but sensitive.He has always respected the wishes of children, not forcing, only guiding.Song Yingjun said: "If you are left alone at home, my heart will be on my shoulders all the time."

The three of them were sitting in front of the sofa watching TV, and Song Yezhi was alone at the dining table.At this time, Yi Qingwei retracted his legs, stood up and walked towards Song Yezhi, pulled out a chair lightly, and sat down face to face with Song Yezhi.

"You don't want to go?" he asked.

The emotions in the eyes are clean.

Since the last time we separated in the long alley, Yi Qingwei never went back to the rented room near the school at noon. Song Yezhi refused to deliver meals on weekends, and his car never showed up at the gate of No. [-] Middle School.Song Yezhi didn't ask him why, and spent more than a month alone, quietly, and step by step.

Song Yezhi bent his neck, maintaining his eating posture.But the eyelids were lifted up, and two deep marks were folded, trying very hard to see through.

"Uncle, do you want me to come?" Song Yezhi's expression was gentle, but his content was sharp.

Song Yingjun on the side heard this and realized that Song Yezhi had lost his temper with his uncle. No wonder the two hadn't seen any contact these days. Fortunately, he was worried that his grandson blamed him for leaving him alone in Beijing.He and Tao Guosheng looked at each other, and went back to their rooms with teacups in hand.

Yi Qingwei looked away: "Me? Is there anything you would like or not."

That's it.

Song Yezhi felt that the moon was changing, and the way Yi Qingwei looked at him was also changing.A little more hesitation, a little more worry, erratic, and a faint feeling of hesitation and irritability.Song Yezhi read all these clearly, but he couldn't figure it out. He asked himself that he had done nothing wrong.

No one will trust insecurity, and no one will approach turmoil regardless of the consequences.

But Song Yezhi said: "It's nothing, I will if you want."

A hammer is fixed.

Wherever Ren Yi Qingwei's eyes drifted, Song Yezhi always only looked at him.

Something was easily shattered.

Yi Qingwei looked back at him, the complicated things in his eyes were melting slowly.

"Okay."

He looked at Song Yezhi quietly for a few seconds, and then said: "Go and say goodbye to grandpa after eating, and then follow me."

The snow came late this year, or there was no snow.It's January, only monotonous wind, monotonous low temperature.

With the car window rolled down to the lowest level, Song Yezhi pulled the scarf over the bridge of his nose, sat in the back seat, and lay on the window edge on the right.He squinted to see the pedestrians, cars, and trees fading away in the car's exterior rearview mirror.He turned his head suddenly, pressed his right ear into the small socket formed by his two arms, and looked at the person in the driver's seat.

"Song Yezhi, don't catch a cold."

After a moment of silence, Song Yezhi straightened up and closed the window. He said, "I have no luggage and no clothes to wear."

The word "luggage" is used, just like how far they are going, there are only two people, one car, like the protagonist in a certain movie who escapes regardless of his life and death, going to the ends of the earth, sleeping together, no matter what now.

Song Yezhi pursed his lips in time and continued to look out the window, unable to hide his smile.

"I'll pack it up for you tomorrow morning. I want to take something. I'll make a list when I get back."

"Okay."

Yi Qingwei focused on the surrounding cars, but asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"what?"

"You just laughed."

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Absolutely."

"Really do not have."

"Song Yezhi."

"Ok?"

"Huh?" Yi Qingwei imitated him, emphasizing his tone.

"Okay, little one, just smiled." He smiled.

Yi Qingwei didn't speak at the front, resting his left elbow on the edge of the car window, his fingertips resting on the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and a barely audible laugh came out.

At the zebra crossing, Yi Qingwei stopped to give way, and a group of students who had just finished their lessons laughed and pushed and shouted to cross the road.

The night lights danced and flickered, and the youthful faces were simple and beautiful.

He suddenly thought of the girl on the runway that day.She was unlucky, and had to chase Song Yezhi hard to get close.And I got a bargain, so I can use the name of my uncle to accompany and love him.

"Song Yezhi, do you want almond tea?"

"A little bit."

"Then let's take a detour to buy it and come back."

"Okay."

There is still a smile on Song Yezhi's face, like the surface of a lake that has broken through ice, as long as you give it a little wind, it will make ripples for you.

But girls are also lucky enough to be able to say they like it with drums and flags.

But I can't do it myself.

It was the girl who woke Yi Qingwei up. It turned out that since Song Yezhi's first "Uncle", he had been arranged into a dead end and became an unspeakable beast.It was also the girl who reminded him that his boyhood was long gone, but Song Yezhi's was the beginning of greatness.

Can't have both, a dilemma, Yi Qingwei is troubled by it these days.

His heart was out of order and in disarray.He couldn't choose a good-looking and decent posture to face Song Yezhi.

But now, he understands.

This is what he deserved to see Song Yezhi smiling.

Yi Qingwei glanced at his face in the car rearview mirror again, and smiled slightly.

He is willing to wear shackles and dance beside Song Yezhi.

The next morning, both of them got up late.Standing in the bathroom squeezing toothpaste, Yi Qingwei asked behind him: "Did you wake me up softly again?"

Song Yezhi said: "I didn't, I forgot to set the alarm clock last night."

Yi Qingwei glanced at Song Yezhi up and down, saw that he was wearing the pajamas he used to wear in high school, and his eyes stopped at the bottom of his trousers, and he said, "You have grown taller."

Lowering his head and rubbing his hair, Song Yezhi admitted: "I'm fat."

With toothpaste foam in his mouth, Yi Qingwei silently said, "Fat fart."

Hastily eating breakfast, Song Yezhi drank a few mouthfuls of porridge perfunctorily, grabbed his schoolbag and wanted to leave.Yi Qingwei handed over a peeled egg and stopped him: "Eat, I'll drive you there. It's only a few minutes away."

After getting into the car and buckling up the seat belt, Yi Qingwei realized: "You don't have a school uniform."

"Well, I called and asked Zhou Yeshan to bring one for me."

"Zhou Yeshan? When?"

Song Yezhi glanced at him: "What happened when you just woke up?" He explained, "Everyone has two sets of school uniforms."

"Oh, I know."

After the second class in the morning, there is a big break, and there is plenty of rest time.Song Yezhi stood in the corridor to breathe, the classroom was on the third floor, and every move of the crowd on the playground could be seen clearly.

Zhou Yeshan stretched out from his seat and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Song Yezhi didn't answer.

Zhou Yeshan didn't mind, and followed his direction to find a football field covered with greenery, where several people played half-time.Among them, the one with the orange sneakers was running fast, and when he stopped, he saw his face clearly and looked familiar.

"His name is Li Yuan." Zhou Yeshan explained to him beside him.

Song Yezhi turned to look at him: "How do you know?"

Zhou Yeshan shrugged his shoulders twice: "Maybe he only knows your name?" Thinking of the scene of that day, he was quite upset for Song Yezhi, "You are still a senior, huh."

Zhou Yeshan knew about this guy, a freshman in the football school team. He quit the team in the third year of high school, and he heard about it from the former players.Who knew that Li Yuan could still have a relationship with Yi Qingwei.

"You still can't let go of what happened that day." Zhou Yeshan asserted.

"It's not important." Song Yezhi said lightly.

Zhou Yeshan smiled at him: "It really doesn't look like it's important." He said, "Isn't Yi Qingwei...tsk, didn't he always take you to heart? You never asked him what happened on the day of the sports meeting? What's the matter?"

Mr. Zhou Yeshan thought of the set of stamps that had fallen on his desk from time to time.

"How to ask?"

No matter how you ask, it's a gesture full of complaints and unreasonable making a big fuss, so he doesn't bother.

"Leave it alone?"

"Leave it alone." Song Yezhi also teased him, "Why worry about it for me."

"If you don't look unhappy all day, who cares about you." Zhou Yeshan said solemnly, "I think you can ask, it's always a pimple, and it's impossible to get rid of it if you ignore it, it will become moldy and deteriorate."

Song Yezhi didn't speak.

"Damn it." Zhou Yeshan said in a low voice, "The ones who are liked are all uncles. Whoever puts the pigeons can't be scolded? That's good, and they are carefully guarded."

Song Yezhi was amused by him: "What are you doing? I'm really fine."

Zhou Yeshan's eyes were dazzled by his smile, and he ran away in a rage.That's right, in the battle of feelings, whoever is tempted first, who is more passionate, will always fall behind and lose a game.

Ask yourself, if Song Yezhi wanted to be his uncle, he would be happy to support him.

But Song Yezhi is not rare.

As for people, each has its own doom.

Zhao Huan and came back from the bathroom, went up to them and patted their shoulders, and asked, "Have you decided what to eat for lunch?"

"Huh." Zhao Huan rested his palm on Zhou Yeshan's shoulder for a while, and said strangely, "Zhou Yeshan, why is your school uniform wet?"

Hearing this, Song Yezhi stopped smiling and looked at him.

Zhou Yeshan turned to Song Yezhi, hesitating.

And Song Yezhi supported the temporarily borrowed school uniform on his body, and he knew it.

"Ask you? Are you stupid?" Zhao Huanyu said.

"Zhou Yeshan..." Song Yezhi called him.

Zhou Yeshan had no choice but to speak out before what he wanted to say, and said with a wry smile: "I just washed it yesterday, and dried it for a while this morning, but it still didn't dry."

He said to Song Yezhi: "If it were Zhao Huanyu, I would give her the one I did, don't..."

Don't think too much about it.

Don't worry about it.

don't you...

Forget it.

"That's it, what's the matter, I am willing to treat you well."

Standing in the middle, Zhao Huanhe took a breath and was in disarray.

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The uncle was jealous, but he was not angry with Ono and the little girl. The uncle is not such a person who doesn't distinguish between green and red.If it was Yi Qingwei's peers who pursued Song Yezhi, then my brother-in-law would definitely disdain it, and it was not worth caring about.But it happened to be boys and girls, he, the superficial parent, could only shrink back to the wall of honor pitifully to look at the photos. (That's why I took the title as his youth) Comments are really important. After reading the comments, I realized that most of my friends are so optimistic about the relationship between Ono and my uncle! !Age and identity are their contradictions, they are objective, and they cannot hide easily if they want to.The section behind the zebra crossing was added before the release, and I realized after reading the comments that I was immersed in my own world and wrote too vaguely.This is the first time I realized that leaving a comment is really, extremely important, friends must say whatever they want.I will consider it based on my own thoughts. I will stick to my original intention and improve if it is not enough.bow! (Before I knew it, it was a small composition of [-] words..