Yizhi

Song Yingjun was worried about his old friend and didn't sleep well all night. When it was dawn, the courtyard door was pushed open, and he immediately put on his clothes and got out of bed.Song Yezhi came in, feeling cold all over his body, rubbing his red eyes, and said with a smile, "Grandpa Yi's fever is gone, he's fine."

Song Yingjun touched his chest and sighed for the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

Song Yezhi looked at his grandfather. In the past, his old man would never say such things.Once one gets old, one's spirit and body degenerate, and the connection with the real world will also weaken, approaching the destiny of nothingness.

Song Yingjun took off his coat, clutched his grandson and entered the room: "Hurry up and catch up on sleep."

Song Yezhi simply hugged his grandfather, coquettishly hanging like a big dog: "Don't let you catch a cold again."

Going all the way to the door of the bedroom, Song Yezhi suddenly asked: "Grandpa, tell me, can I stay?"

Song Yingjun couldn't figure it out at all.He was intimidated by Song Yezhi's feelings, and he couldn't shake his idea of ​​not wanting his grandson to have a hard time. The two sides saw each other, and he didn't know who would be the winner, and there was no winner.

"Go to sleep first."

Song Yezhi replied "Yes", but stood still for a few seconds, shook his head vigorously, pushed the door open, and got under the bed.

Even if no one sleeps on this bed all year round, Tao Guosheng will still wash and dry the quilt cover and sheets regularly.Song Yezhi rushed in, smelling the sunshine and the scent of sweet oranges.

No change, I have been using this brand of laundry detergent.

His whole body relaxed, his eyes were extremely tired and closed involuntarily.

"I have grown up and become stronger. I am good enough in the traditional sense and can protect you. Uncle, do you want to try it? You like me."

Yi Qingwei stood in the wind and rain, the sun was fierce, and thousands of beams of light shot from behind him, inserting on the empty ground.He was facing the light, making his face blurred, Song Yezhi's heart was beating wildly, confronting the ferocious sun, staring at Yi Qingwei, waiting for an answer.

The scene flickered, and the sun and rain disappeared.Yi Qingwei appeared in a claustrophobic room, dressed in a white coat, wearing a mask, tall and tall.He laughed, beckoned, and led Song Yezhi to walk towards him, but suddenly bent over, black and red blood kept coming out of his mouth, staining most of the room red.

Song Yezhi sat up suddenly, sweating profusely.The cell phone next to his pillow kept ringing, and he clutched his chest and panted to get it. First, he checked the time, it was less than six o'clock in the afternoon.

He slept for more than ten hours.

Zhao Huanyu started making appointments before he got off work, saying that he would have hot pot with Song Yezhi.

With lingering fear in his heart, Song Yezhi knelt on the bed, arched into a bridge, buried his head in the soft quilt, and wiped off all the cold sweat.

He asked, "When do you get off work? I'll pick you up."

"Classmate, do you have a car?" Zhao Huanyu asked back.

"Maybe not."

"Oh, then just stay at home and wait for me to pick you up."

He laughed, the voice in the quilt was very heavy, very heavy, but clear.

"Don't pick anyone up, let's go directly to the store."

Zhao Huanyu couldn't wait to get off work, there was no boss guarding the company, and Li Naiyu was very gentle, so she slipped out early after she went to talk.

Song Yezhi was putting on his shoes at the door of the living room, and Song Yingjun stood aside to watch him.

"About whether you stay or not—"

I have woken up, but I still can't figure it out.

Song Yezhi lowered his head: "Grandpa, then wait until I finish this meal with Huanyu."

The red soup in the pot was bubbling and bubbling. Zhao Huanyu took off the lipstick with a wet tissue while no one came.

The door of the box opened, and Song Yezhi walked in following the waiter.A long black trench coat with casual plaid trousers and hard leather Martin boots.He couldn't resist the good proportions of his body, and he was well dressed, which also made him very refined, Zhilan Yushu.Gentle on the outside, suave on the inside, it's really a British gentleman.

Zhao Huanyu was stunned, the lipstick was smudged on the corner of his mouth and he didn't have time to wipe it off, and asked, "Why do you come to eat hot pot with me in such a handsome dress?"

Song Yezhi took off the windbreaker, took Zhao Huan and the coat that was casually hung on the back of the chair, and hung them on the hooks on the wall, and pulled the chair to sit opposite her.

"Is it handsome? I came from London empty-handed, and I didn't bring anything. I just went to the clothing store to pick out this outfit in my pajamas."

Zhao Huanyu sighed and gave him a thumbs up.

During ordering, Zhao Huanyu asked for two bottles of Coke, but was stopped by Song Yezhi, who changed it to a glass of milk.

"What? Hot pot with milk?"

"I'm tired of eating hamburgers with Coke in the past few years. When I see McDonald's and Coke, I feel sick physically, and I can't touch spicy." Song Yezhi looked at the terrible red soup in front of him tragically.

"You said earlier, I'll order mandarin duck hot pot." Zhao Huan and his elbows rested on the table, holding his face, and said, "I have been raised in Guangzhou for the past few years and I can't handle the spicy food in Beijing. It's been half a year here, and you can also..." Her voice dropped, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Song Yezhi asked with a smile: "What about me?"

Zhao Huanyu scratched the pot with new chopsticks, waiting for the belly to be cooked.

She still said: "Can you stay in Beijing? After SARS is over, I plan to go back to Guangzhou immediately. But if you stay, I will stay too."

Everyone is asking him this question.

Only Zhao Huanyu asked the most accurate and correct question.

May I?Rather than thinking about it, wanting it.

"Wait a little longer." Song Yezhi said.

It had been many years, but he was still spinning in circles, and when he met that person, he was still in a difficult situation.

"What are you waiting for?" Zhao Huanyu bit his chopsticks, "Waiting for my uncle to come out of Xiaotangshan? Is Grandpa Song ready? What about after he comes out?"

"Xiaoye, it's interesting enough to plant him for six or seven years. I'm tired of hamburger and cola, so you can plant him for a lifetime?"

Song Yezhi curled his lips: "Maybe he is rice?"

"shit."

"Be more civilized." Song Yezhi used a spoon to put the hairy belly into a bowl for her, "Don't stare at me, have you quit clean yet?"

"Me? My boyfriend has changed several times."

In 2000, Shen Lejie and Gan Tingyi set a wedding date and informed Zhao Huanyu that she used her studies as an excuse to shirk, but he postponed the date without saying a word.Shen Lejie said that when the elder brother gets married, there is no reason for the younger sister not to be present.It seems that his wedding was organized for Zhao Huan and his love would be meaningless if she didn't witness it.

It took until 02, when Zhao Huan conceded.

"Shen Le is deliberately forcing me, forcing me to watch him kiss the bride, forcing me to watch him spend his honeymoon, forcing me to give up." Zhao Huanyu nodded, "I just have to be a good person and do as he wishes."

After listening, Song Yezhi asked, "Brother Le Jie knows?"

"On my 19th birthday, I told him. His expression at the time made me feel that he didn't need me to tell him, he knew it. It was just a little surprised, surprised that I dared to confess."

They lack courage the most, but the courage of young people is mostly exchanged for bloodshed and death without cause.

"Ono, I understand a little bit. The roads lead in all directions, but they can't resist people who insist on looking for things in the dark. Don't be so determined to be an idiot, you should consider turning to the light once in a while."

Song Yezhi held up the white milk and touched a glass with her black coke.

Later, they stopped talking about people and things that spoiled the fun. They talked about Cantonese, Cantonese morning tea, the London subway, Wall Street finance, and chemical polymers.We talked until the cola milk was removed from the table and replaced with wine.

Song Yezhi's drinking capacity has always been good. In the UK, after so many nights of experience, he has improved to a higher level.He took Zhao Huanyu back to her small apartment, settled down, and walked back to the alley by himself.

In the distance, a man stood outside his house.

He approached, looked at the strange face, and asked, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"I'll wait for Song Yezhi."

He blinked: "I am."

The man looked at him for a few more seconds, and Doctor Yi said he pointed to the most beautiful boy in the alley, and the one in front of him was indeed.He took out a yellow leather envelope from his satchel and handed it over with both hands: "Hello, I am the courier of Shuntong. This is Yi Qingwei from Xiaotangshan Hospital. Dr. Yi entrusted me to deliver it to you. He asked me to deliver it to you. I sign for it, so I can only wait for you, sorry for the inconvenience.”

Song Yezhi took it, and the envelope was very light, thin, and bare. He suspected that there was nothing inside.

"I——you—" he said incoherently, "wait a minute, I'll go to the house and get the money for you."

In the isolation ward, it should be entered without cash.

The courier scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "In special times, we don't charge for Shuntong Express."

"Ah." Song Yezhi held the envelope tightly and bowed deeply, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, no, no." The courier waved his hands again and again, said goodbye, and ran away.

Song Yezhi didn't even have time to say hello to Song Yingjun, he hurried back to the bedroom and locked the door.He weighed the envelope and carefully read it several times, but he didn't find a single word, so he gently opened the seal with confidence.

A small piece of white paper floated out, emptied it, and fell to the ground.

He knelt down to pick it up, before his fingers touched the ground, his eyes read the black and white paper.

"Song Yezhi, don't come to me again."

"Don't wait for me."

Write it in two lines.

The first word is not aligned.

Messy, scribbled, and resolutely written.

As if for a moment, but also for a long time, Song Yezhi lost all strength and could not stand up.

That night, it didn't dawn until six o'clock.

At seven o'clock, the world was silent, and a thick fog rose in the sky.When the sun rises and the city wakes up, the fog is much thinner.But there are those who are stubborn and entrenched on the peak of the high mountain in the east. Looking from a distance, there is a vast blue sky and the rising sun above, and towering mountains and the earth below. Only the middle layer is surrounded by white mist, like a fairyland.

The sun is hot and the air is humid.

It's too beautiful, Song Yezhi looked at it for a long time.

He thought, Yi Qingwei is like a layer of fog, his thin layer of fog.

It is so close at hand, it leads him to stretch out his hand, but when it is out of reach, it forces him to withdraw it.

The fog was so close to the sun it was dangerous - but still so close.The sun is seduced by the fog, and the fog does not know it, and induces a dampness, a delusion intertwined with each other, and a desire to be broken together.

After a while, the fog becomes thin and transparent, and the sun hides.

No one to clean up.

Right as a ridiculous dream.

With the help of a window of skylight, Song Yezhi opened the dusty box under the bed.The white note was put in evenly, squeezed together with a pile of odds and ends.

He has a slight categorization habit. Spring clothes should be put next to each other, spring clothes with the same color should be put next to each other, and clothes with the same color and the same style should be put next to each other.

Now, two pens, an unfinished painting, a red coat, a pair of cufflinks, a silver bracelet, a necklace, a perfume bottle, a diary, and two notes—everything is the same, together, different in thousands of ways, each other. irrelevant.

He stroked them all over and locked them.The silver lock hangs down and hits the wooden box with a click. It is the last dead leaf of a big tree in late autumn and the last icy edge of a roof in late winter, falling to the ground.

Everyone is begging Song Yezhi not to love Yi Qingwei anymore.

Including Yi Qingwei himself.