Yizhi

March was the final of the mathematics competition. Zhao Huanyu passed the selection and had to go to a training camp and couldn't go home for the whole winter vacation.

Before leaving, she grabbed Zhou Yeshan and questioned him.

"When did it happen?"

The final exam was over, and Zhou Yeshan was packing his schoolbag without raising his head: "Why, I didn't ask at the time, and I remembered it after so long."

"Give me time to digest."

"Digest what?"

"You like..."

"It's not your fault."

Zhao Huan felt innocent: "Me?"

Zhou Yeshan smiled brightly again: "Thank you very much."

Zhao Huan and Xin thought: Zhou Yeshan, who fell in love, is really out of his mind.

Song Yezhi was waiting for them at the door, Zhou Yeshan threw her schoolbag on her back and pushed her outside: "It's not surprising that I like Xiaoye."

Song Yezhi was in the distance, with his hands in his coat pockets, his head lowered, swaying around from time to time, waiting for someone bored and focused.Zhao Huanyu waved to him while he was looking around, and then smiled and greeted him with Zhou Yeshan.

"That's true." She whispered her approval to the bright-faced person next to her.

The college entrance examination is only a few months away, and most of the people in the class have enrolled in cram schools near the school, so everyone gets together again during the winter vacation, but they just have classes in a different place.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and there is a series of white gas when opening one's mouth.Zhou Yeshan bought two roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road, and stuffed one into Song Yezhi's hand.

"Can I go back to have dinner with you at noon today? My mother is away on a business trip and no one cooks." Zhou Yeshan asked vaguely while nibbling on the sweet potato in his hand.

Song Yezhi could hear the cautiousness in Zhou Yeshan's tone, he simply nodded and agreed: "Yes."

"Is Yi Qingwei here?" This sentence is very clear.

"No."

He hadn't been to that house for a long time.

Zhou Yeshan always called Yi Qingwei's name in private, Song Yezhi didn't correct him, because he never called Yi Qingwei my uncle in front of Zhou Yeshan.

But then the lunch was settled at a snack bar on the street, and then Song Yezhi took Zhou Yeshan to the rented room for a lunch break, and Zhao Huanyu's room happened to be vacant for him to sleep in.

Song Yezhi took out a cup and was about to pour hot water when Zhou Yeshan came out of Zhao Huanhe's room and shouted in disgust, "What? Zhao Huanhe still likes pink beds? There are a bunch of cats and dogs on it, I don't sleep."

It is also impossible to sleep on Yi Qingwei's bed.

"Then do you want to sleep with me?" Song Yezhi raised his eyes from the white heat and asked calmly.

Zhou Yeshan stayed for a few seconds, then scratched his head and turned back: "Pink is pink."

Because of the test in the afternoon, Song Yezhi went to bed earlier than usual.The alarm clock rang at two o'clock, but I couldn't open my eyes.

Just a few 10 minutes during the day is enough for him to have a dream.Extremely beautiful, it is known to be illusory, and it is easy to refuse to wake up.

Zhou Yeshan simply washed his face after getting up, opened the door following the sound of the alarm, and walked into Song Yezhi's bedroom.

Soft hair, eyelashes, pointed nose, lips, delicate chin, Song Yezhi lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

The passion|desire came so fast and violently that it almost knocked Zhou Yeshan to the ground.And the ground is soft and light, in the clouds.

Song Yezhi was weak all over, and his consciousness was blurred. He felt that someone was lying in front of him, and his neck was wet and itchy. Accompanied by a slight pain, he broke free from the dream and opened his eyes.

"Zhou Yeshan." He saw the person and the situation clearly, and called his name calmly and forcefully.

Zhou Yeshan propped up the bed with both hands, and sat astride Song Yezhi.He raised his head, his eyes stopped on the side of Song Yezhi's neck, as if admiring it, and after a few seconds, he smiled nonchalantly: "Are you awake?"

Song Yezhi moved his fingers a few times to gather strength, and his fist hit his face. With a dull sound, Zhou Yeshan fell off the bed.

This sleep was too heavy, Song Yezhi was dizzy, his hands and feet were weak, he barely got up from the bed, without extra words or expressions, he gritted his teeth and went straight to the bathroom.

Zhou Yeshan held his nose and slowed down for a while, then got up and followed.Song Yezhi was standing in front of the mirror, looking up at the fresh hickey, pink and purple mixed together, such a piece, not big, very obtrusive.With a cold face, he wiped vigorously with a wet towel a few times, then closed his collar, passed Zhou Yeshan to the living room to get his bag and leave.

When I opened the door, I heard Zhou Yeshan say behind me: "You are tough, aren't you?"

Song Yezhi turned around and looked at him.Zhou Yeshan leaned against the wall and looked at him, smiling, indifferent.

Now, he exudes the frustration of being broken.

Song Yezhi lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

"Zhou Yeshan, you have crossed the line."

With a bang, the door closed.

Walking in the cold wind, the chaotic brain was beaten even more chaotic.Shuffling all the way to the gate of the cram school, he stopped, turned around and glanced at the way he came from, but there was no sign of Zhou Yeshan.He raised his eyes again and looked at the hospital building not far away.

He has not yet found out where the mistake between Yi Qingwei and him is, and both sides have tacitly whitewashed peace.But in Song Yezhi's view, many things are developing in unpredictable directions, such as the roaring train going off track, and the way forward is unknown.

Zhou Yeshan finally couldn't help going out of his way.

As for Song Yezhi, why didn't he want to.

But he had to suppress the desire to confide, and swallowed the sweetness and pain all by himself.

Uncle, I've been haunted by a nightmare.

The dream is all about you.

After returning home from get off work, Aunt Li was busy in the kitchen. She leaned back and shouted, "You're back?" She was delighted, "It's been so early for a while, it's great, the soup will be ready soon, let's eat stewed pig's feet tonight .”

Yi Qingwei bent down to take off his shoes, and replied, "It's early, I went to Uncle Song's house to help Song Yezhi get the books." Glancing at the door of the guest room upstairs, he asked, "Auntie, is Song Yezhi back yet?"

Aunt Li paused, came out with the spoon in her hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm back, but I saw that the child was not in a good mood, so I asked him what's wrong, and said he was fine, and locked myself in the room."

Before Aunt Li could finish speaking, Yi Qingwei took off his coat and immediately walked upstairs, his steps became more and more slow, stopped halfway, and came down again with a face of thought, saying: "Call him after dinner."

Aunt Li pointed at him with a spoon, smiled and went back to the kitchen.

Yi Qingwei knows what to laugh at him, laughing at him for being clumsy, overthinking, not decisive, losing the skills and courage to communicate intimately with Song Yezhi.

The big porcelain bowl full of soup was placed on the glass dining table, the door opened in response to the sound, and Song Yezhi appeared, obediently going downstairs.

Yi Qingwei looked at him while setting the dishes and chopsticks: "Are you tired from studying? Are you nervous?"

"Not tired."

Song Yezhi went to the kitchen to pick up the dishes and set them up one by one.

Aunt Li took off her apron and wiped her hands: "Where's Xiaojin? Did you say when she'll be back?"

Yi Qingwei Zhang Luo said: "Auntie, sit down and eat, my sister has a lot of places to eat." Passed the chopsticks to Song Yezhi's hand, and when he was about to meet him, retracted a section, "Is it cold? I still wear it at home." Such a high collar."

The collar was tight, and Song Yezhi moved his neck uncomfortably, stretched out his hand and loosened it, and said, "Take what you want to wear."

Yi Qingwei took another look at him and nodded.

"Well, eat it."

In the evening, Yi Qingwei went to bed early, tossed and turned without any sleepiness, tossed and turned several times, finally got out of bed with a bang, opened the door, went back to pick up a stack of books from the table, and came to Song Yezhi's door.

He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. After six knocks, he turned the lock and opened the door spontaneously.

There was no one in the room, Yi Qingwei put down his book, went to the corridor and leaned down to look downstairs, the bathroom light was on.

He calmly sat down at the table and waited. Within a few minutes, Song Yezhi's footsteps sounded in his ears, dripping with water.

As soon as Song Yezhi opened the door, the first thing he saw was Yi Qingwei who was sitting on the swivel chair with his legs wide open.As for Yi Qingwei, the first time he saw his hair dangling with drops of water, falling, rolling, and scratching across his neck.

His white is a shiny and healthy white, which is surprisingly bright under the light and looks great.It was also the hickey that was so white that it couldn't be covered by the pajamas.

Yi Qingwei watched and stared, the hickeys were very similar to the scars, they stabbed straight at his eyes, causing him pain.

"Who made it?" Yi Qingwei asked.

All sounds are silent.

"come over."

Yi Qingwei stood up, and Song Yezhi walked over.

The big hand pinched his neck without using any force, just sticking the fingertips to it, stroking it, the pink and purple texture was dragged along with his movements, and let it be slaughtered.

Yi Qingwei pressed tightly to cover it all up, and asked, "Who made it?"

"Speak. Song Yezhi."

Yi Qingwei was even thinking about how a normal elder should respond to this incident.

He thought in vain.

Because, he is abnormal.

With a dry throat and a hoarse voice, Yi Qingwei said calmly: "Male or female?"

Song Yezhi was finally willing to raise his head, two pairs of eyes met, both of them were serious, and mist appeared in their orbits together.He didn't have time to think about how Yi Qingwei got involved in gender, he had to focus on judging whether Yi Qingwei was disgusted, whether he felt contemptuous.But the tears are too full, so close, I still can't see clearly.

He bears in silence and listens to his judgment.

"Male." Yi Qingwei said for him.

"Who." He said, "Song Yezhi, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb."

Song Yezhi recognized it with his ears, and there was hatred.

"Zhou Yeshan." Song Yezhi's voice trembled.

Yi Qingwei let go of him, bypassed him and walked out the door.

Song Yezhi sat softly on the ground.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open again.

Aunt Li was terrified when she heard the voice, and hurried upstairs.Standing at the door, she didn't dare to approach: "Xiaowei, what's the matter?" Seeing Song Yezhi sitting on the ground silently with red eyes, she said, "If you make a mistake, you must teach it well. You got angry and scolded."

Yi Qingwei bent one leg, squatted in front of Song Yezhi, looked at him, and said, "It's okay, Aunt Li, I'll leave after asking him a few words. He didn't make a mistake."

When Aunt Li frowned and went downstairs, Yi Qingwei picked up his wrist that was hanging on the ground, lifted it up, and gently held it in the palm of his hand.Look at it carefully, as if treating some kind of treasure.

Song Yezhi was wearing a sports bracelet, dark green, printed in Japanese.

Wearing it for a long time, Yi Qingwei noticed it very early on.At first glance, it is the style that boys who are still in high school like, full of youth, vitality, and vigorous vigor.

"Sent by Zhou Yeshan?"

"Yes." Song Yezhi had a strong nasal voice.

He refused to take it off even in the shower.

"Do you remember, I gave you a silver bracelet."

Of course Song Yezhi remembered, clearly, last year, when New Year's Eve was approaching, the day before Song Jun came to take him away.

"Well, where is it?" Yi Qingwei asked.

Song Yezhi shook his head: "Not here."

Thinking of his always-clean, empty neck—the birthday necklace wasn't there either.

Yi Qingwei let go of him again.

Sure enough, there were only a few words, and after asking, Yi Qingwei cupped his face with both hands, and wiped away the dry tears for him with his slender and delicate fingers.

Hanging around, very nostalgic.

Song Yezhi shed two tears.

"Get a good night's sleep tonight, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Yi Qingwei stood up, leaving in a hurry.

"Forget it. Uncle Song will come back tomorrow, go home directly after school, I will deliver your things early."