Yizhi

Taxis can stop at the gate of the community at most, and they are not allowed to enter any further.He got out of the car, and the journey was not smooth, stumbling and sweating, but fortunately, Song Yezhi's willpower was made of springs.

The more I walked, the more painful it became, and the more painful I was, the more I could bear it.

The slope is long, and one section is full of flowers that bloom in the new spring.

Song Yezhi was distracted to think that the house he lived in would have a front yard where flowers would be planted all year round for the appreciation of passers-by.

The building is close in front of you, and the room on the left side of the second floor is lit.

Song Yezhi rang the doorbell, and it was Aunt Li who opened it.

"Xiaoye? Oh, come in, it's such a cold day, have you eaten yet?"

Song Yezhi shook his head: "Aunt Li, I'm looking for uncle."

"At home." Aunt Li stepped aside and pointed upstairs.

"Please call him for me."

"Come in first, it's so cold."

"I'll wait for him here."

"I know, I'll call you, you come in and sit and wait."

Song Yezhi's feet were nailed in front of the door, unmoved, he just said: "A few words, I'll leave after I finish."

Now the children's temper is better than the other's stubbornness.

"Okay, I'll call, you stand by the pillars, out of the wind."

Song Yezhi stood up straight, and straightened his hair and collar. The next second, the wind blew up and messed up again.He rolled his eyes, moved a step, and moved to the column.

Yi Qingwei came very quickly, and at home he was also wearing a coat, and stood at the entrance, his eyes and lips were abnormally red.

He held the doorknob, looked at Song Yezhi, and said, "Come in."

"You have a cold?" Song Yezhi asked first.

"Come in," he repeated, his voice lowered and hoarse.

Song Yezhi cupped his sleeves tightly with both hands, and sniffed.

"Oh."

Song Yezhi walked slowly to the sofa in the living room, Yi Qingwei watched his walking posture with lowered eyes.Very normal, no signs of injury to the knee.

"Go upstairs and wait for me in my room."

Yi Qingwei looked for hot water and took antipyretics.

"what?"

"Don't you have something to tell me?" Yi Qingwei kept looking at him.

"Yes, but..."

"Say it here?"

Aunt Li waved her hand in time: "You guys chat first, I'll go out and buy some food."

Song Yezhi stopped her: "It's okay, Aunt Li, let's go to the room to talk."

With his back to Yi Qingwei, facing the two stairs in front of him, he took a deep breath quietly, held it in his chest, and was about to lift his foot——his body was weightless, spinning around, and Yi Qingwei hugged him horizontally from behind stand up.

"If you're hurt, you're hurt, why pretend?" he said.

No change, still talking to him as before.

Song Yezhi glanced behind him, and Aunt Li was gone.

His body and soul collapsed into this embrace.In the deep winter, draw the temperature.

The ladder, which was long and difficult to cross, became shorter in an instant.

It's almost the end.

"Uncle." He asked sullenly, "How do you know I'm injured?"

Yi Qingwei pushed open the door with his fingers and raised his chin slightly.

"Your aunt told me."

Bend down and put the person on the bed.Song Yezhi grabbed his neck and didn't let go, saying, "I didn't change my clothes."

Yi Qingwei has always been unable to accept anything other than pajamas and people wearing pajamas to go to bed.

Sure enough, he paused, and then said, "It's okay."

Song Yezhi let go of him, spread his arms and fell backwards, with the largest area covered in the bed.

The lights were dazzling, and he could not dodge or dodge.

"It wasn't my sister who told you, but you told my sister. It was indeed cold that night, and there was no shelter from the wind outside the wall, so you caught a cold, uncle."

Thinking of it, it is more pitiful than the stray cats in the alley.

Yi Qingwei's heartbeat was rising.

Song Yezhi always surprised him.

I don't know what is roundabout and indirect, and it's straightforward, so straightforward that it makes people intoxicated.

"Song Yezhi." He called him.

It's not like that night outside the wall from joy to panic and depression, after going through a huge emotional wave, at this time, when a person appears in front of Yi Qingwei, then all other ordinary things become illusions, only him is real.

Yi Qingwei calmed down instead.

It's a pity that Song Yezhi was not as bold as he thought, so he only dared to tell, and didn't dare to wait for him to express his opinion.He hastily cut off the conversation and said another matter.

"Grandpa said, send me abroad."

He froze.

In a word, drag Yi Qingwei back to the real world.The chaos and vulgarity still surrounded him, never disappeared, roaring, and the momentum was huge.

Go abroad.

Uncle Song really cared about Song Yezhi, completely ignoring other people's reaction, killing decisively, obliterating any possibility of his grandson being harmed.

There was a cigarette case on the table, Yi Qingwei walked over and threw it into the drawer.Instead, he picked up the globe on the bookshelf, lifted it up slowly, flicked it lightly, stared at it, and was fascinated.

After spinning a few times, it barely stopped.

"Which country?" Yi Qingwei asked.

"What do you think?" Song Yezhi said.

"America? The first choice for studying abroad."

Fix the two points, extend your finger, and connect the two.In the middle is pure blue, the vast Pacific Ocean, without boundaries.

1: 50000000.

The scale, the number is too long, Yi Qingwei lost his imagination, and his two fingers sticking to the curved surface froze where Song Yezhi couldn't see.

Song Yezhi: "You think so too?"

"Or Russia? Closer. But the latitude is too high, too cold, and, besides, nothing to learn."

Yi Qingwei seemed to be talking to himself.

"You think so too?" He asked stubbornly for an answer.

"This is indeed the most appropriate way at present." Putting down the globe, Yi Qingwei replied to him like this.

"In what way?"

"It's not a bad thing to go out and look around."

"Is it the way I don't like you anymore?"

"The way you recognize yourself."

"It's clear to me now."

Not enough, Yi Qingwei thought.

You want to see a more beautiful and wider world, and meet better and better people.

I'll wait for you right here.

If you get lost, you get lost.Those who can meet again will meet again.

"How are you sure?" Yi Qingwei asked trickily.

Song Yezhi closed his eyes.

He didn't want to argue with him any more to no avail.

"You think so too." The third time.When did he become a chattering, inquisitive, annoying, ignorant child, "want to throw me out and have peace."

"It's not lost, no one..."

"I'm gone and probably never come back, is that okay too?" he said.

It's not that I won't come back, but I won't come back.

Song Yingjun said, go out until you don't like him.At that time, he had a premonition that he might die in a foreign country and bury his body in a foreign country.

Song Yezhi doesn't often think about eternity.If you use it to decorate love, it seems unreliable, but if you use it to decorate parting, it can make people feel a real sense of grief.

Love is parted, and you can't get what you want. In this situation and the scene, both of them are equal, and Song Yezhi feels a kind of nameless joy.

He may like him for a long time without knowing the end, what can he do.

This is impossible.

Song Yezhi was swearing to him, but Yi Qingwei didn't know what was going on, but thought he was being angry.

"Be good."

Yi Qingwei approached, wanting to reach out and touch him.Song Yezhi sat up abruptly and bumped into Yi Qingwei's hard abdomen, and the zipper of his jacket left a red mark on his forehead.He reached out to cover it, got up and walked out.

"I'll take you down." Yi Qingwei stopped him.

Song Yezhi turned a blind eye and went straight out.

Yi Qingwei's hand was very hot when he was pulled on the handrail, but Song Yezhi didn't break free.Looking at the empty, step-by-step stairs, he asked: "I said that it's fine to just talk outside the door, why did you drag me in? Now I want to go out by myself."

The second half of the sentence has a crying voice.

Yi Qingwei leaned over to look at him carefully, getting very close.So close that Song Yezhi's thick eyelashes are clearly countable, flying in the air, the rhythm is very chaotic, which makes the chests of the spectators become crowded.

"How do I hear that your words have other meanings."

"No."

Eyelashes stopped fluttering, Song Yezhi opened his eyes wide, raised his eyes, and looked at him fixedly.

Yi Qingwei also looked at him, his eyes collided, and his heart calmed down inexplicably.He raised his hand, twirled the soft earlobe of Nian Song Yezhi, rubbed the back of his neck lightly, and hugged her tightly.

"No one wants to throw you away." He only needs to nod slightly, and he can kiss his hair, "You can rely on me at any time, and I will always be worthy of your dependence. It used to be, and it will be in the future."

He also spoke to him forever.

Yi Qingwei's coat was left in the bedroom, and he was wearing a fine-line sweater.

The warm chest and firm oath are no different from the word "forever", which easily makes people feel slack.

There is no light in my arms, and the world is a piece of darkness, vast and boundless.

"Can you, don't let me go, I don't want to."

Song Yezhi still said this, using an imperative sentence.

"Maybe, no." Yi Qingwei said, "Decided which country to go to, tell me, and I'll see you off."

Open your eyes.

The white light suddenly appeared, and the big dream was awakened.

Song Yezhi's hand was still around his waist, he clenched for the last time, and he left.

Being coaxed into eating candy, until the end of the lick is the tip of the knife.It was dripping with blood and filled with an unpleasant smell of rust.

Song Yezhi wanted to go downstairs without saying a word, there was no anger, he only felt embarrassed.

"I'll carry you down."

This time, Song Yezhi avoided his hand.

"Uncle, if you can't make it to the end, you don't have to bother at the beginning."

Yi Qingwei understood.He understood every word he said.

Song Yezhi turned his head and focused on his own way.The knee injury became insignificant, and he made his way downstairs without incident.When he reached the gate, he thought, it wouldn't be too difficult to walk out, would it?

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Yezhi staggered home.

Song Yingjun, Song Jun, and Tao Guosheng, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately left their seats when they saw him. The three of them said in unison, "Why is it so late?"

Light and shadow intertwined, Song Yezhi's expression was dark and unclear.

"Grandpa, hug me." He begged in a low voice.

Song Yingjun threw away his crutches in a panic, and quickly walked up to him: "What's wrong? Ah? What's the matter?"

The grandfather hurriedly hugged his grandson tightly.

They both desperately needed this hug.

As soon as Song Yezhi leaned over, half of Song Yingjun's shoulders were wet immediately.

"Grandpa, think about it and go to England."

Open your mouth and you can't hide your voice.Silent tears turned into sobs, sobs into wailing.In just a few seconds, Song Yezhi cried so hard that he couldn't breathe. He lost his strength and was so weak that he couldn't stand still. It was all supported by Song Yingjun.

"What's the matter? Tell grandpa. Ah? Because of going abroad? Let's not mention it, okay?" Song Yingjun hadn't seen Song Yezhi like this for more than ten years, and his heart ached to death, "Wait until you want to go Let's go again, okay? Don't cry, don't cry, tell grandpa."

"Grandpa, it hurts."

"Where does it hurt? Grandpa, show me."

"knee."

The three of them went up to check, and his knees were so swollen that he couldn't pull up his trousers.Sung-joon runs to find the scissors and cuts the cloth, the wound getting so bad that it can’t be seen.

Song Jun watched Song Yingjun apply the medicine, feeling uncomfortable.

He is not a fool, he is like a mirror in his heart, Song Yezhi must have gone to Yi Qingwei.But Song Jun was surprised that he didn't get angry very much, he seemed to understand Song Yezhi's feelings for Yi Qingwei, and it seemed that he was not as ordinary, superficial, and childish as he thought.

Song Yezhi covered his eyes with his right arm, crying recklessly, his chest heaved, and his whole body was trembling slightly.At the beginning, holding back his breath, he bit his lip, blood and tears mixed together.

"Grandpa, it really hurts."

His wound was open there, and he kept saying that.There is no difference in the strength of the hand to deal with the wound, whether it is large or small.

The last time Song Jun saw Song Yezhi like this was when he was sent to the nursery when he was three years old.

At the time of parting, Song Yezhi was held in the palm of the teacher by the teacher. Through the iron fence, he stretched five fingers towards him, opening and closing, asking him to hug him.

In the end nothing was caught.

Seeing Song Jun get into the car, Song Yezhi realized the truth, spit out the lollipop in his mouth and started crying, tears streaming down his face, dad, don't leave me, dad, don't want Zhizhi, dad, take me with you, Please dad.

Heartbreaking to hear.

At that time, he was also in this heart-piercing, heartbroken appearance now.

There are no scourges in the nursery, he is afraid that Song Jun will never come back.

Abandoned by others, walking to the end, not knowing the way back.

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For those who cried yesterday, please accept the paper I handed you today.