Yizhi

Tall, fair-faced, and indifferent, this is the first time Song Yezhi sees Shen Lejie.Shen Leji treated him as someone of the same age, shook hands, and introduced himself.After taking his seat, except for serving Zhao Huan and some food and responding to the elders, he hardly spoke.

At this dinner, it was the first time I met Yi Jin, Mr. Shen, and Shen Leji's parents.Yi Jin is about 35 years old. She is a shrewd and capable woman with beautiful and heroic features. Mr. Shen is forthright and talkative, with a good spirit.

The atmosphere was very harmonious, everyone had to raise their glasses to toast when they couldn't eat more chopsticks. After a meal, there were a lot of food left, but a lot of wine was drunk.Porcelain cups collided, drank it all in one gulp, placed the cups, pulled the chairs, and adjusted the chopsticks.

The box was lively, no matter what they did, there was a lot of noise and laughter.

While drinking wine, Song Yezhi lowered his eyes to look at the wine, the surface of the cup was slightly rippling, and the light above his head came down, like a broken white moon.

Song Yezhi thought he would see Yi Qingwei today, but he didn't.

According to Zhao Huan, Yi Qingwei is studying medicine and is busy with his internship.Unfortunately for Song Laoyue, Yi Qingwei had already gone to the hospital when he called, so he was absent.

After the meal, the elders were still chatting and enjoying themselves, especially the three old people, who reunited after a long absence and had a good time over wine.The children at today's dinner table were also allowed to drink, Song Yezhi followed the frequency of toasting at every turn, and drank all the white wine in a small glass.When I first drank it, I only felt hot on the tongue, but now my face is getting hotter and hotter, and I feel a little dizzy.

Song Yezhi touched Zhao Huanyu's arm beside him, and said he was going to the bathroom.Zhao Huan and the last two mouthfuls of rice that were still in the bowl with their heads bowed, nodded in this posture and said "yes".

In the bathroom, Song Yezhi only washed his hands and patted his face with wet hands.He looked closer to the mirror, his face was wet, but his cheeks were still flushed, his lips were red, and his eye sockets were also red.

A small courtyard is arranged at the entrance of the restaurant, with flowers and trees planted.Coming out of the bathroom, Song Yezhi didn't rush back to the box, and walked here to breathe.As soon as he stood still, a dead leaf fluttered down, hit his shoulder, and fell to the ground.

The two crisp and light sounds are the end of the life of this leaf, and the greenery of the year is over.The four seasons are a cycle, and it won't be long before they can start again.

Song Yezhi looked up, the tree was big, and there were a few yellow leaves that hadn't fallen in autumn hanging on the thick and bare branches.After watching for a while, I squatted down, picked up two fallen leaves, and groped for their lines.

Ever since he learned the theory that "there are no two identical leaves in the world" when he was a child, every time he had the opportunity, he had to compare them, and sure enough, they were different.

"Song Yezhi."

The voice was so unfamiliar yet so familiar that Song Yezhi froze for two seconds before the name came to mind.He looked back at the person, verifying the answer.

"It's really you." Yi Qingwei approached step by step, condescending, bent down and lowered his eyes to see his situation clearly, and then laughed, "Have you been drinking?"

"Uncle." Song Yezhi couldn't stand up for a moment, he only called for someone first, then nodded: "Everyone has drunk."

Song Yezhi's breath has a faint mellow wine smell, which wafts away, and it only disperses in the world of the two of them.

Yi Qingwei smelled it.

He stretched out his hand, pinched Song Yezhi's red ear, warmed it, and asked, "How much did you drink?"

"A small cup."

"That's okay." Yi Qingwei confirmed that the child's ears were not red from the cold, but from the alcohol, moved his hands away, and looked around, "Where are they? Haven't finished eating yet?"

Song Yezhi's whole body was hot, and the fever was unbearable, even after blowing the wind for a long time, it didn't help.Yi Qingwei's hand was very cold, just sticking it to the base of the ear, it seemed to cool down the whole body.

Even if it's just for a few seconds.

It turned out to be a medical student, and these hands were indeed the hands of a medical student.

Consciously not drunk, but at the moment the idea is dizzy.

He replied: "I'm drinking, it's almost over." Then he asked, "Uncle, aren't you an intern at the hospital?"

"Ah, I just took a look first, and it hasn't officially started yet." Yi Qingwei put his hands in the side pockets of his coat, "Then let's stand here and wait for them to come out."

"Have you eaten yet? We can leave after you finish eating."

Yi Qingwei was looking at miscellaneous flowers and weeds. Hearing this, he tilted his head and glanced at the person, and said, "It's okay, I've eaten. Have you seen your sister Yi Jin?"

"Little sister?"

"Yes, my sister, she is at home today, she must be here."

What auntie, I just called someone auntie.

Thinking about it, Song Yezhi became even more dizzy.

Yi Qingwei looked at Song Yezhi in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking, but seeing that his face was not so red, he moved a few steps, moved to Song Yezhi's side, blocked most of the wind, and patted his shoulder: "Don't squat too long."

Hearing this, Song Yezhi stood up, Yi Qingwei supported his right shoulder, and put an arm across his chest.Song Yezhi was puzzled and looked up at him.

"You got up too fast, you'll get dizzy." Yi Qingwei still had one hand in his pocket, looking indifferent, seeing that the person was standing still, asked, "Is your leg numb?"

His head was not dizzy and his legs were not numb. Out of gratitude, Song Yezhi took Yi Qingwei's arm and nodded: "One thing, thank you, uncle."

When the boy raised his eyes to look at people, his narrow double eyelids appeared, extending to the end of his eyes with a slightly raised arc.But the eyelashes are thick, curly and long, fluttering.They are raised and lowered, crossed at the end of the eyes, very beautiful, like swallowtails passing by under the blue sky in spring.

"Brother Song Jun is coming here to celebrate the New Year?" He asked.

Song Yezhi shook his head, saying he didn't know.

"Brother Song Jun often took Shen Leji and me to play when I was young. He bought us many snacks and toys, and even signed our report card on behalf of adults when necessary."

If so, then Song Jun is indeed a good brother, but unfortunately not a good father.

Song Yezhi has been studying in a full-time boarding school since he can remember, and was sent to various summer camps or training classes during the holidays. Song Jun has missed many parent-teacher meetings.

Song Yezhi nodded and smiled: "The teacher asked me to sign my report card myself."

"In our class, only the No.1 test paper does not need to be signed by parents." Yi Qingwei stared at his smile, imitating his smile, "You are quite good."

Song Yezhi: "Not so good, our class stipulates that the top three."

Yi Qingwei lowered his head and laughed, looked at him for a while, thought for a while, and finally said: "Give me the phone."

Hearing this, Song Yezhi didn't ask the reason, but lowered his head to search in his bosom for a while, then took it out and handed it to Yi Qingwei.

The mobile phone was not in the pocket of his coat, and he took it out from under his clothes, and it was warm in his hand.Yi Qingwei followed Song Yezhi's route just now, stretched out his hand to push aside his denim jacket, and then poked inside, covering Song Yezhi's side waist with his big palm - there was a pocket.

He withdrew his hand and asked, "Why is there a pocket in the vest? I thought you put your phone in your trouser waist."

"The sweater vest was made for me by my grandma and she sewed one on the right side as well."

Song Yezhi's abdominal muscles were still tense, so he quietly reached out and rubbed the position just now, which was counterproductive.The numbness left by Yi Qingwei seemed to be rubbed deeper and deeper by himself, and went into the bones.

Yi Qingwei coughed twice, entered a series of numbers on the phone, saved it and returned the phone to Song Yezhi.

"My number is saved. If you need it, you can find me anytime."

He added: "If you can't find me, go to my house and find you Grandpa Yi and Aunt Yi Jin."

He put his hand on the top of his head, patted it, and said in a low voice: "I really want to study and live here in the future. If you have anything to say, no matter how big or small, uncle will help you."

All the surrounding light is absorbed into those smiling eyes, and with the sincere and gentle performance, the effect is remarkable.When Song Yezhi looked in, he was really convinced and believed.

Maybe there really is magic power, remembering the scene in the carriage that night, at this time Song Yezhi had a strange feeling of repeating the same mistakes.

I should say thank you uncle.

As if not enough.

But how else can I respond.He's not good at it.

Yi Qingwei shook his head and said, "Do you understand?"

He just nodded obediently and said, "Thank you, uncle."

Zhao Huan and Bounce appeared, shouted Song Yezhi's name, and said that they had been looking for him for a long time but hadn't seen anyone.Shen Lejie, Yi Jin and his entourage came out after them. After the dinner was over, everyone stood in the courtyard to discuss the way home.

calm.His cheeks began to heat up again, and something heavy in his chest rose up, rolled over, and floated lightly, refusing to land, and suspended.

It's all about alcohol.