Yizhi

That day, there really was no one to see him off.

After dinner, no one spoke.

Song Yezhi started to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, and carried them to the bowl sink.Standing there blankly for a while, he turned on the faucet, turned on the water, rolled up his sleeves, washed each bowl and each chopstick carefully.

The hand that was pulling the suitcase was still dripping, dripping down, dyeing the iron-gray suitcase into deep black.

Song Yingjun wanted to walk away, but Song Yezhi stopped him at the threshold with a word.

"Grandpa, Uncle Tao, just send it here. You stay at home well, I'm leaving."

He waved his hand, strode forward, and disappeared into the depths of the night at the end of the long alley.

Evening rush hour is full of traffic.

"This is the first rain since the beginning of spring." The taxi driver said suddenly.

Hearing this, Song Yezhi, who had been keeping his head buried, raised his face.The rain as thin as a cow's hair fell on the window. The driver turned on the wipers and took a dry towel to wipe the rearview mirror outside the car.

The windows rolled down, and the rain was magnificent.

The traffic flow is stagnant, the lights of the roads are chaotic, and the angles are different, smashing the night.Yu Si jumps into the field of light, and the world here is even more chaotic.

In the red and white light and shadow, Yu's real body changed.

"Like snow." Song Yezhi said.

The driver also went to see it, but he didn't see Mingtang, but he still answered the call.

"Speaking of which, there was no snow this past winter."

"Is it a rarity that it doesn't snow?" he asked.

"It's rare, Beijing almost every year."

"Oh." Song Yezhi lowered his head again.

"Aren't you from Beijing?" The driver said cheerfully, "I heard you have a Beijing accent."

"Only been here for a year."

From winter, to another winter, then leave in spring.

"Then where are you from?"

Song Yezhi thought about it and smiled: "I don't know either."

The driver pointed to the luggage at the back and asked, "Then where are you going?"

"London."

"Ah! Let me tell you...it's not long before school starts." The group of cars is loose and can be moved, "It's good to study abroad, come back and build the motherland after finishing your studies."

Song Yezhi didn't speak any more, just nodded.

When he arrived at the airport, the driver got out of the car and helped him carry his luggage.Two suitcases, one lying in the trunk and the other lying in the back seat, he lifted them down with great effort, not forgetting to boast: "Children nowadays are really becoming more and more independent."

Song Yezhi thanked him.

The driver smiled heartily: "I wish you a smooth journey and come back from your studies."

Song Yezhi refused to send him off because he didn't want to hear such congratulations.And the driver was exaggerating the atmosphere of parting farewell along the way, reaching the peak after getting off the car.

He had no choice but to thank him again.

Song Yezhi didn't enter the security check area immediately, maybe because the queue was too long, or maybe it was too early for the departure time, in short, he didn't go in, but placed himself in the corner of the hall.

After sitting down, there was a cracking pain in the knee.

He looked around and took a complete look around.Most people are walking together and chatting; a few people are alone, reading, taking a nap, and eating instant noodles.

Song Yezhi has no books, no instant noodles, and no sleepiness.He didn't know what to do, so he just sat there dryly, looking at the ground.

This night I ran too much, sat up and down frequently, and now I calm down, I feel that the scab on my knee is getting bigger and bigger, itchy and painful.Runny, I don't know if it is bleeding.

Song Yezhi didn't continue to sit down, took out two pieces of gauze from his backpack, and went to the bathroom.

The knee wasn't bleeding, it was his illusion, but it was split.Just in case, Song Yezhi put gauze on both knees.

There are many lights in the hall, and the light is sufficient.Song Yezhi came out of the bathroom and looked at the seat in front of him. There was someone standing sideways, standing upright, with his hands in his coat pockets, lowering his head slightly, looking at his luggage.

Song Yezhi's eyes were dazzled, and he felt dreamy for a moment.

He suddenly understood why he was waiting in the lobby stupidly.

I also suddenly realized that the gods would occasionally appear.

Yi Qingwei seemed completely unaware of the vibration in his heart. When he noticed Song Yezhi approaching, he just tilted his body, pointed at the box and whispered: "If you do this, your luggage will be lost."

Song Yezhi asked, "When did you come?"

The rain had already turned heavy, but the person in front of him was not wet at all.

Song Yezhi then asked, "Where were you before?"

Yi Qingwei also asked him: "Is the accommodation over there ready?"

Song Yezhi lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

"Do you have roommates?"

"Where were you standing before? Why didn't I find it."

"If you live alone, you must lock the doors and windows before going to bed, and prepare your medical kit at ordinary times. Try not to go out at night. Personal safety is the most important thing."

Song Yezhi was discouraged, and he had to stay away from Yi Qingwei before his inner order was destroyed.

Yi Qingwei grabbed his hand pulling the luggage pole: "I was at the entrance of the hall just now."

"Since you're here, why don't you come out to see me?"

"You don't want someone to send you off."

Song Yezhi was speechless and remained silent.

"You have to remember what I said just now. Pay attention to your work, rest and meals, especially take care of your health. It will be very pitiful if you are sick when you are alone. The learning mode abroad is not as good as that in China, but I believe in your ability. Just don't be too nervous. Put pressure on yourself for no reason, I hope you have a more relaxed and happy life." Yi Qingwei babbled and changed himself.

He buried his head, wondering if he was listening carefully.Time passed by every minute and every second, and the farewell was approaching.

"I hope too." Song Yezhi said.

"You've said so much to me. Uncle, will you miss me?"

In Song Yezhi's eyes, there were fragments of bright light, which were clear and bright.Yi Qingwei looked at it and thought it was like a hook, like a cunning and beautiful little devil luring people to self-destruction.

"meeting."

"What about me, can I miss you?"

The sparks start a prairie fire, and the rain is hard to extinguish. Yi Qingwei guesses that their sanity is running low.

"can."

Song Yezhi smiled, raised his neck and let out a sigh of relief.

Enough is enough, enough is enough here.

What else can you ask for, don't be too greedy.

But Song Yezhi still couldn't help it, and begged for an extra hug.

After more than a year, he has grown a lot taller, at least when hugging, his chin reached Yi Qingwei's shoulder.

It would be great if the body could become a medium for the transmission of emotions. If I hold you and cling to you, you will understand how much I love you, and you will no longer tell me the rootlessness of "let you recognize yourself" Unfounded bastard talk.

"Uncle, isn't it? If I promise that I don't like you anymore, I don't have to go."

He asked this lightly, bewitching someone.

"Yes." Yi Qingwei's tone became stiff.

"But it's useless." His hand escaped from Yi Qingwei's palm, he gripped the lever tightly, and turned his head away immediately, "It's useless for you to send me away. No matter how far, how long, I will still go away." Say, I will admit, I like you."

Is there anything better to say than this?

No more.

In the following years, Yi Qingwei never heard of it again.

Song Yezhi's back was lonely, his hands were occupied by boxes, and his palm-sized face was covered with tears, causing many people to stare at him.

Yi Qingwei chased after him in a few steps, took the suitcase, and stood with him in the long check-in queue.He took out a tissue to wipe his tears, but Song Yezhi avoided it, wiped it with his sleeve, and turned his head away.

He was teased by Song Yezhi's actions and pursed his lips into a silent smile, looking at the back of his head, half helpless.

Holding back Song Yezhi's face with his big hands, he saw that the tip of the man's nose was flushed and his eyes were full of tears.

Yi Qingwei hesitated to speak.

He wanted to ask, Song Yezhi, don't forget me.

It's too selfish, unreasonable and overbearing.Now he is not qualified.

The words turned a corner, and finally he said: "Song Yezhi, don't cry for me anymore."

The rain stopped completely.

Tomorrow will be another fine day, the sun will rise as usual, and nothing will change.

"it is good."

After Song Yezhi finished answering, he walked away, and if he said one more word, he was shameless.

After stepping through the door and standing on the security inspection platform, Song Yezhi was expressionless, watching Yi Qingwei gradually being overwhelmed by the crowd.

He returned him.

After that, time lost its measure and passed quickly.

Song Yezhi followed the crowd, walked across the corridor bridge, boarded the cabin, and asked for a cup of hot water.He drank in a hurry, took a sip of water in his mouth, rolled down his throat, and burned it all the way down.

Song Yezhi boasted that he was useless, he had promised him something just now, but lost it in a blink of an eye.

The stewardess handed over a package of paper, Song Yezhi took it with his face covered, and after thanking him, he didn't need to explain: "It's because I was burned."

The stewardess smiled understandingly: "It's okay."

Take off, body weightless.

Song Yezhi's youth ended in this huge, uncomfortable and unavoidable roar.

Short-term possession, long-term loss, meet indefinitely.

The hall was empty, and Yi Qingwei could hardly find the exit.

While walking, he took out a matchbox in his pocket, shook it in his hand, glanced casually, and glanced at two acquaintances from the corner of his eye.

Song Yingjun and Tao Guosheng stood at the entrance of the main hall, their eyes full of melancholy.

They also came to secretly see him off.

Yi Qingwei took off the unlit cigarette between his teeth and put it in his bag.From a distance, Song Yingjun kept looking at him.

It's getting closer, Song Yingjun said: "Smoking less."

"I just smoked more recently, and it will get better in the future."

Song Yingjun tapped his crutches and turned around first: "Xiaowei, please send us back."

Song Yingjun and Tao Guosheng watched the whole process of their farewell.In the meantime, seeing Yi Qingwei's helpless smile, Song Yingjun began to be suspicious.

Helpless, there is no countermeasure, the helplessness of being caught without a fight.

Without love, how can there be helplessness.

He always thought that Song Yezhi was hot-headed, but he never thought that it turns out that the two are in love with each other.

In the car, Song Yingjun asked, "Xiaowei, tell me, did I do the right thing?"

Yi Qingwei didn't think for a long time, and replied sincerely: "It's good to let him go out and experience a lot."

"Do you blame Uncle Song?"

Yi Qingwei laughed: "Things that don't exist."

It was delivered directly to the door of the house. Song Yingjun and Tao Guosheng had to open the door and get off.

Yi Qingwei opened his mouth and said clearly: "Uncle Song, I let him go today because I was cruel and wanted to wait for him. Then, don't blame me too much."

He is not a deserter, but a stubborn captive.

It rained overnight in Beijing.

It was the first rain and the last rain.

Disintegrated, fragmented, lingering in London for six years.