Yizhi

"where are you now?"

"You can stop it as you like, don't use too much force. We also had times when we were at the end of the mountain, but now we are still living an ordinary life, don't worry too much."

"I've stewed the ribs, I'll take them to the company later, Belle is waiting for me."

"Really, it's not that bad, it'll be fine."

The nickname Yi Jin gave to Li Naiyu was Xiao Li'er, and she talked a lot today, sending text messages one after another without stopping.Li Naiyu waited for half an hour at most, but before Yi Jin could reply, the call came.

"Still busy?" Li Naiyu asked.

"No, he just came out of Uncle Song's house, he is Xiao Ye's grandfather." Yi Jin just got into the car, and the windbreaker was dragged to the ground when she squatted down just now and got dirty.

"How is it?"

Yi Jin thought for a while, but it was still unbelievable, and said, "That little bastard, actually knows about the two of us?"

Li Naiyu was supposed to be trying the soup, and was choked and coughed a few times.

"My family doesn't know about it for so many years, but Xiao Ye has seen you a few times? He already knows?"

"He's very delicate." Li Naiyu boasted, and then said, "It's good to know, but give him some courage."

"He doesn't need it." Yi Jin was in a complicated mood, annoyed and amused, "I tried it, and the posture is very good."

"Then you don't have to worry, as long as both of you are firm enough, there will be a way and you can go on."

The truth is that, Yi Jin stopped this encounter in the middle, just to find out their deep affection.

Ruoqian, it's best for both sides to hide their thoughts immediately, the window paper has not been pierced, and they can live together in peace.If Ruoshen, I'm afraid that there will be more difficulties in the future, and what he will encounter will only be her mild persuasion.

"But, Li Er, I'm afraid, Xiao Ye and Xiao Wei, they are not sensible... They are very fragile."

"Everyone has their own way of life. Besides, I haven't seen you break it." Li Naiyu teased her, "Not many people can beat you, Mr. Yi."

Yi Jin switched the receiver and put the phone close to her ear: "It's all because you are soft enough to save me."

Li Naiyu was silent, and choked out a sentence: "The pot is cooked—oh, no, the ribs are cooked."

Yi Jin laughed silently for a while, then the smile faded, and said: "Li Er, in fact, not all my family members don't know. My mother has already seen it. She has always been clear. Do you remember a time when my mother If you are sick, you go to visit her. Later, my mother lay on the hospital bed and said... she praised us, saying that we are both good children."

At that time, Li Naiyu was still a junior, and Yi Jin had already graduated and worked for several years.Later, she resigned, and she and she started to set up a foreign trade company to work together for the future.

"I still think of her from time to time today."

"At that time, my mother advised me to restrain my temper, and I had to coax you, otherwise you would be angry, and I would be left alone." Speaking of her mother, Yi Jin showed her little daughter's coquettish anger, "It's so annoying. "

Li Naiyu listened quietly on the other end, and said, "Boss Yi, I really want to see you."

Yi Jin has rarely been defeated in front of others, but she is also rarely able to resist Li Naiyu's tenderness. She broke down and said, "Li Naiyu—you are so annoying!"

Li Naiyu laughed cheerfully over there.

Afterwards, the two chatted a little bit more before hanging up the phone.

Yi Jin sat in the car with her forehead propped up, and returned to silence again.

Someone knocked on the window of the car twice. It was an old man wearing a Lei Feng hat who yelled outside: "Who is this? You don't allow parking here and you don't read the words?"

When the window came down, the uncle was taken aback, took out a crumpled toilet paper from his pocket, handed it to Yi Jin, and said, "Girl..."

Yi Jin took it and lowered her head: "Sorry, move now."

Afterwards, the uncle put his hands in his pockets again, stared at the car with his neck shrunk and sighed.

I didn't say anything serious, why is the child crying?

After living in a coastal city for a long time, Beijing's dry climate has become overbearing.Not long after Song Jun got off the plane, when he blew his nose, some blood came out.The rhinitis worsened, adding a layer of resentment to his fiery heart.

At the entrance of the alley, the car door slammed loudly.Passing by the trash can, a large amount of toilet paper was smashed in, and a few balls popped out and rolled to the side of the road. Song Jun didn't look back, and walked home full of evil spirits.

"Garbage, didn't throw it in." Song Yezhi stood at the door of the convenience store and witnessed the whole process.

Song Jun turned around, took a closer look, caught the culprit, his eyes widened, and he was about to start cursing.Song Yingjun lifted the curtain out of the convenience store, and when he saw his son, he said indifferently, "He came quite quickly."

Handing the big and small bags in his hand to Song Jun, Song Yingjun walked ahead with his hands behind his back.Song Yezhi moved slowly against the wall with his legs stiff in the back. Song Jun saw it and asked Song Yingjun who was walking side by side: "Dad, did you hit him?"

"No, kneeling."

"Can you kneel like this?"

"Kneeling from the noon of the first day to the morning of the next day." Song Yingjun said, "In the end I was the first to let go."

Song Jun was shocked: "Can't he be cured?"

When they got home, Song Yingjun sorted out the things he bought, and Song Jun stood in the yard with his waist in his arms, waiting for Song Yezhi angrily.Seeing Song Yezhi frowning and carrying his foot over the threshold with pain, Song Jun thought about the reason for his injury, and most of his heart was filled with unspeakable embarrassment and soaring anger.

"Song Yezhi, I should have taken you away with certainty in the first place." He said, "Wait for you to have the chance to do such a shitty thing!"

Song Yezhi didn't know that Song Jun would come, but judging from his grandfather's reaction, he should be the one who called him because of his bad business.

"What's wrong with me?" Song Yezhi asked.

"Do you have the nerve to ask me?"

"What's wrong with me?"

He is obsessed with no regrets, completely ignorant of his mistakes.

Song Jun couldn't see Song Yezhi's appearance the most, and cursed: "You ask me, who do I ask? If it spreads out, everyone in the other family will laugh out loud! Song Jun's family gave birth to a good son. If you don't learn from the good ones, you don't have a teacher. Do it yourself..."

He stopped and refused to say any more, he didn't know what he was worried about.Afraid of dirty mouth, or dirty ears.

"Homosexuality." Song Yezhi said for him.

When Song Jun heard this, he was so excited that his face was ferocious, his eyes were darkened, and he almost fell in place.

"you really……"

He was interrupted, with two bangs, a potato was thrown on Song Jun's back, and fell to the ground.

Song Yingjun said with a cold face, "Pick it up."

Song Jun is in his forties this year, he is not young, grinning his teeth in pain, and has no face at the same time, but he still squats down obediently.

"I asked you to come, not to yell at your son. What you said just now..." Song Yingjun sighed and asked, "I only taught you how to be a son, not how to be a father, right? "

"Song Jun's family gave birth to a good son." Song Yingjun repeated Song Jun's words, shaking his head funny, full of disappointment, "Song Jun, didn't you give birth to another son?"

"Look what Ono is doing!"

Song Yingjun's sudden stern voice caused Song Jun to turn his head obediently back, and he continued to scold: "You really mistook your father for an idiot! Do you think I'm so stupid that I don't know anything? And you pretended to be my father to Xiao Ye in front of me, What qualifications do you have? Do you look like a father!" He took a few deep breaths and waved his hands, "After the matter of Ono's going abroad is done, you should hurry back to your Guangdong and stop waving in front of me. Yes, give me back my cleanliness."

Go abroad.

Song Yingjun really found a good way to treat Song Yezhi. Hearing these two words, he, who had been accepting punishment for several days, finally became anxious and panicked.

"Going abroad?"

"Yes, go abroad. You choose which country you want to go to first, and your dad and I think it's suitable."

"I'm not going!" Song Yezhi couldn't care less about the pain, and hurried to Song Yingjun. He was flustered and panicked, as if he thought that if the distance was close, people could communicate with each other more accurately, and words would be enough. Become more penetrating, "Grandpa, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here."

"It's up to you?" Song Jun said.

"I'll give you one day, be more thoughtful, just give me a place name, don't say anything else." Song Yingjun turned around and wanted to go back to his room.

Song Yezhi stood in the courtyard, feeling suffocated and powerless, causing him to be unable to pronounce half a word, all of which were stuck in his chest and throat.

It was no different from a year ago, and he turned back into the train whose tracks were laid and the wheels and whistle were sawed off.

But, if you don't say anything this time, you really have nothing.

But say, is it useful?

Tremors emerged from the nerves and blood, layer upon layer, endlessly.

"Grandpa, I didn't do anything wrong. You want me to change. I didn't do anything wrong. How can I change it? Now you want me to go, just to force me with distance and time."

Song Yingjun looked at Ai Sun from afar.

"Yes, Xiao Ye, you are right. But in this world, not everything has to be judged right or wrong. You are not yet full this year, and I am your grandfather. I don't want you to be killed for decades or your whole life." People point their noses and call monsters."

"Like Song Jun just now?"

Song Yezhi was completely in a daze. He stripped off all the human skin, leaving only his real self, who confronted them with naked flesh and blood.

"Let them do it, I don't care," he said.

Song Jun wanted to speak, but was stared back by Song Yingjun.

"You don't care, have you asked Yi Qingwei if he cares? Will he be willing? To be liked by you, a junior, a little boy, is he willing?" Song Yingjun paused, his tone and expression became sad, " The funeral I went to Hainan this time was considered a happy funeral. But after all, it’s death, so where can you be happy? If you are really determined to make me angry every day in front of me, I don’t know how long this body can last.”

Song Yezhi fell silent.

Every sentence is crucial, and he pokes at the weak point ruthlessly. He really healed himself for a long time.

The breeze dances the branches, under the hazy yellow light, the shadow moves to Song Yezhi's cheek.

Twilight had come, and he wondered if there was anything left to hope for.

"Send me away, how long will it be?" Song Yezhi asked.

Song Yingjun waited for this sentence, and his heart was half at ease.

"At least finish college."

"and then."

"Until you figure it out."

"How do you figure it out?"

"Don't let me hear that you still like your uncle."

"If you can't figure it out."

"Then you never come back."

Song Yezhi's throat was itchy secretly.

"Can I... can I go for a walk?" he asked.

"Drag your legs, what do you want to do?" Song Jun asked.

"Go, think about it." Song Yingjun agreed.

Song Yezhi left just like that, walking into the dark orange sunset scene, his figure was more desolate than the surrounding bare street scene.

He was going to the execution ground to ask for a result.

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Looking at the increasingly short archived manuscripts, I feel very apprehensive, apprehensive, and uneasy.