Yizhi

He caught up with the sunset in Beijing.

Yellow afterglow, red armbands, white masks, blue disinfection buckets, red and white blockades.The monstrous smell of vinegar, the pungent 84 disinfectant.The empty subway, the deserted Chang'an Avenue, the long queue at the entrance of the pharmacy, and the passers-by with their heads bowed and their mouths covered.

After an absence of six years, it was full of depression.

Song Yezhi got out of the car, took off his mask, and walked into the alley.

The alley is very quiet, and every house is closed.

Not far away, the cat's litter is still there, it looks like new wood, just replaced it not long ago.There were a few cats circling around there, Song Yezhi looked at it, and suddenly felt a little lost.They all changed faces, and he didn't recognize any of them.

The gate of the courtyard was left open, and the emerald phoenix hung high under the eaves, its feathers not as bright as before.But seeing Song Yezhi standing outside the door, he was still stupid, tilting his head and looking at the visitor.After about half a minute, he yelled loudly, extremely loudly.

The wooden door creaked open, and Song Yezhi lacked confidence, and was so frightened that he took a step back, holding his breath and standing up against the wall.

Song Yingjun came out from inside, looked up at the bird, and asked, "What are you singing for no reason?"

The weather in London is not good, and Song Yingjun's legs and feet are not good, and the two are against each other.Coupled with the fact that international flights are exhausting, every time Song Yingjun goes, he suffers.

The last time they met was a year ago.

Song Yezhi took out his mobile phone and pressed the power button for a long time, several missed call reminders jumped out one by one, one by one.

The first one, Huan Yu.

The second, Huan Yu.

The third one is grandpa.

Fourth, grandpa.

Fifth, grandpa.

He didn't give up, but continued to look down. He pressed the page-turning button, and the screen kept displaying [Loading completed], and there was nothing else.

"Happy, I'm back."

Edit the text and click send.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he dialed Song Yingjun's phone number, and someone picked it up after a few beeps.

"Hello?" Song Yingjun was in a good mood.

"Hey, grandpa."

Song Yingjun didn't know whether he was in the living room or the bedroom, when there was the sound of paper rattling, he probably went to see the time difference between London and Beijing watches he made.

Song Yingjun: "Wake up?"

Song Yezhi: "Grandpa, SARS is so serious, why didn't you tell me when you called yesterday."

"I'm afraid you're worrying unnecessarily. We're all fine."

"Have you and Uncle Tao paid more attention?"

"Don't worry. We don't go out except to buy groceries. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"grandfather--"

"Ok?"

"Do you have any news about him? I can't get in touch with him." His fingertips were tightly pinching the phone case, turning white.

Yi Qingwei is a taboo.The two of them, the grandpa and grandson, reached a consensus tacitly, and they have never talked about it openly for so long.

But as soon as Song Yezhi said it, Song Yingjun understood it, so he just pretended to be stupid and asked, "Who?"

He stopped answering and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, let me see him."

Song Yingjun reacted quickly, realized something, and asked sternly, "Where are you now?"

"Yunshi Hutong, 14 households, outside the door."

Song Yingjun immediately opened the window and looked out: "Xiao Ye——"

Holding the phone, Song Yezhi took a step to the left and stood in the middle of the gate without looking up.

"Grandpa, just one look. Let me take a look at him to see whether he is good or bad."

The evening was dying, and the spring breeze was bitter, messing up his short hair.

If the beloved thing is lost, he will not ask his parents for it, but only hopes that the parents will let him go and find it.

The light is dim and unclear.

Song Yingjun looked at him from the room, gray hoodie, whitish jeans, empty hands.Like a teenager who just came home after school when he was seventeen or eighteen.

He was a little scared.

In the past few years, Song Yezhi has worked harder than at any stage before.After the completion of the undergraduate course, I got the quota for direct blog post without research, took the initiative to make new friends, no longer resisted expanding the circle of friends, and tried to establish intimate relationships with people.Busy, conscientious, and refreshed, every day is as usual.

Song Yingjun thought that Song Yezhi had changed for the better.This grandson, whom he has always been proud of, healed his wounds overnight, mature and sensible, and handles separation with ease.

But now...if SARS doesn't come, Song Yingjun can't imagine how long Song Yezhi will have to pretend and swallow.

It is very common for young people to have intense affection, but it has been so long and so thick, it seems to have extended to every thread of life, and he has never seen it before, and it is unbelievable.

As the closest bystander, Song Yingjun was terrified.

Spring has passed and autumn has come and gone six times, and the unreliable things should have been crushed and disappeared long ago.But there is the tough, indestructible one, which is safe and comfortable in the turbulent and boring years.

Xiaotangshan, a temporary SARS designated hospital, is in the isolation ward.

Every doctor and nurse is packed into an airtight mask and a heavy isolation suit, all unified, losing individual independence.Here, they become indispensable life-saving machines.

"For 38 beds, methylprednisolone has been reduced from the original 500 ml to 250 ml."

The magnetic male voice comes out through the mask, which is even more slow and steady, and it is very easy to soothe people's hearts.

"Okay, Doctor Yi."

The rubber smell of the mask is strong, rushing into the nostrils all the time.Yi Qingwei could clearly feel that his whole body was sweating, but he didn't know whether it was heat or not.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Very unstable and suicidal."

"Tell him that he has seen the light. We are all fighting with him, and we can live if we persevere."

A batch of corpses were sent to the cremation site, and new patients were pushed in.

Yi Qingwei was about to go to pick it up, but was stopped by the nurse.

"Doctor Yi, you should go to rest. You can't continue to work. If you stay up two nights in a row, your body will collapse."

While listening to the nurse's persuasion, Yi Qingwei followed the cart with big strides, and replied, "Well, the last batch has been diagnosed."

The nurse came here after receiving an order, and she must persuade them to return: "Manpower is indeed tight, but if one is down, it is equivalent to losing ten..."

I was about to turn left, and I was about to disappear into the straight corridor. The inertia was too great, and the cart hit the corner.For a moment, Yi Qingwei's heart tingled, and he stopped.

It seemed to be felt, and it became stronger and stronger.

Yi Qingwei turned around, looked back, and looked at the glass door outside the isolation area.

The man stood there, as if still, observing himself for an unknown amount of time.

His face is still the size of a palm, and a mask can almost cover it all.There is only one pair of eyes left exposed, and the eyes are firmly fixed on Yi Qingwei, taking root in him forever.

Yi Qingwei froze, thinking, body, time, everything stagnated.I also feel that the water is flowing, the flowers are blooming, the trees are growing tall, and all things are cheering.

Too far.

too long.

Standing far away, like his dream every night.

Song Yezhi waited for a long time, but he didn't expect that he could finally turn around.He smiled, grinning slowly.Wearing a mask, you can't see the whole picture, with only crooked eyebrows and a smile.

No.

Better than a dream.

Yi Qingwei walked over.

step.

two steps.

Run up and run to him.

Three-layer isolation gown, double-layer mask, fully armed Yi Qingwei put his hands on the transparent glass.On the other side, across the ten centimeter thick isolation door, Song Yezhi gently and slowly bent his neck and pressed his forehead against it.

A docile, obedient little beast, went around and went back to the old harbor.

Instant cold, instant hot.

Who is comforting who, who is licking the wound for whom.

As they got closer, their eyes were entangled, wrapped in glue, refusing to budge an inch, wringing out a puddle of water.

"I went to Peking University Hospital. The hospital looked like a dilapidated and abandoned unfinished building. The people inside told me that there was no such person as Yi Qingwei. I ran to your house to find Grandpa Yi and sister-in-law."

"You taught me before, to find you if I need it, and to go to your house if I can't find you. My sister-in-law is not at home, and Grandpa Yi said that you have already been transferred to 301. I then rushed to 301, and they said that Dr. Yi is indeed there We work in the hospital, but he voluntarily applied a few days ago, passed the selection, and went to Xiaotangshan.”

"I asked them where Xiaotangshan was and when they could come back. They replied that the place where SARS patients were concentrated may come back after the epidemic is under control, or they may never come back. Doctors and nurses who go in have to explain their funeral in advance , so as not to sacrifice silently, even a few words can’t be left behind.”

"Uncle, I've been looking for you very hard."

"I promised my grandpa that I only took a look at it. But after seeing you, I want you to look at me again. After so long, I don't have a long memory at all, and I'm still greedy. But don't blame me, okay, it's not my fault."

Song Yezhi was talking, and Yi Qingwei was talking too.

"Song Yezhi... In 2000, I think Song Yezhi should come back this year. In 2001, I looked forward to it from the beginning to the end of the year. I took a detour to Yunshi Hutong every day after get off work. Uncle Song told me not to look forward, saying You have given up on the appointment. I don't believe it."

"But why should I believe it? I can't see a word, a sound, or a shadow of you."

"In 2002, sleep problems started. The psychiatrist asked me to try to find the source, but I was too embarrassed to say it. But I was also a troublesome person. I was against drugs and alcohol. I would rather keep my eyes open until dawn. Being a doctor is exhausting. , no one delivered food, and my stomach was broken. I was scolded a lot by your sister-in-law Yi Jin and uncle Yi Yan, and even got into a fight with your brother Le Jie."

"It's 2003, and I'm still waiting. While forgiving you, no matter how late, I, Yi Qingwei, can afford to wait. While hating you, if I really don't have me in my heart, my waiting will be of no use."

"With such a hopeless, muddle-headed attitude, I seem to have given up on myself, but I stick to you."

"Song Yezhi, I thought you really wouldn't come. Why did you come?"

Chattering, tireless, staring at each other, trembling, reduced to a pair of lunatics.

With so many layers of masks and face shields, who can hear clearly except yourself?It was also because they couldn't hear clearly that they emptied their hearts and lungs and told them all, to themselves and to the world.The other party doesn't know, it doesn't matter whether it is important or not.

Song Yezhi, what should I do, the first time, I made you cry again.

Seeing him close at hand, the wet and heavy eyelashes brushed the glass and scratched directly at his palm, deep in his muscles and bones, deep in his nerves.

He really, really wanted to hug him.

I really want to hear his voice when he is called uncle.

I really want to have dinner with him.

I really want to see his two small fangs.

I really want to touch his soft, fluffy black hair.

Yi Qingwei traced his eyebrows and eyes carefully and smiled.

In this spring of panic, confusion, and everyone's self-defense, thousands of miles, he came for him.

Song Yezhi, that snowflake in 1996 is still trapped in your eyes.

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Chapter 2. In 1996, standing opposite each other outside the door, Song Yezhi looked up at Yi Qingwei for the first time, and snowflakes fell into his eyes.