Yizhi

Song Yezhi drew circles in the bowl with his chopsticks side by side, rolled up the noodles before slowly sending them to his mouth.He didn't like noodles when he was a child, so he used this trick to delay time.

Yi Qingwei ate a big round bowl in seven or eight mouthfuls. After picking it for a long time, only the soup and water were shaking.Song Yezhi, who had just chewed the third chopsticks, was stunned. The noodles hanging in the air fell back, and he pushed his small bowl to Yi Qingwei with both hands, and asked, "Do you want to cook another bowl?"

Yi Qingwei took it and adjusted the chopsticks again: "No, it will hurt my stomach if I eat it again." He raised his eyes and asked, "Song Yezhi, where did you learn this?"

"I used to."

"Before? Why don't I know, I haven't eaten it before."

While talking, the small bowl was about to bottom out.

"You have eaten it before." Song Yezhi whispered, "Every time I take the meals to the hospital, as long as it is pork rib soup, fish soup, tomato scrambled eggs, minced meat eggplant, I cook it. I was not good enough at the time, Only these four things."

The movement of eating noodles stopped.

Song Yezhi was still talking, worried with restraint: "Why does my stomach hurt?"

Yi Qingwei lowered his eyes and clenched his wooden chopsticks tightly. The blood all over his body was hot, and the heat flow rolled up to his throat, eye sockets, and to the tips of his fingertips, which was unstoppable.He recognizes the meaning of this strange and fierce feeling, which is deep and heavy, and by the way, carries the emotions that have not been vented in these years, twisted into a huge strand, constantly piling up and accumulating.

Let the 29-year-old man be ashamed and happy.

He didn't dare to look at Song Yezhi, his eyes drooped, and he waited for the energy to subside.

"Song Yezhi, what's the matter with your arm." With his face in his mouth, he couldn't speak clearly, taking the opportunity to cover up his strong and fragile nasal voice.

When Song Yezhi rolled up his loose sleeves while eating noodles, there was a slender scratch, not deep, brown and scabbed.A small part fell off naturally, revealing the new white flesh.

His attention was diverted, he lowered his head and stretched out his fingers to touch the shallow scar, and said: "Before I left, I met two cats fighting at the entrance of the alley, and they both fell into the mud puddle, so I coaxed them to take a bath. I have no experience, they The temper is too violent, and the beginning is not harmonious."

Song Yezhi spoke briskly, and turned his arms, like a young soldier counting his wounds as medals.

"There is also one here. But after Uncle Tao came to help me, they behaved well, except that they hated the hair dryer like us after washing, and hid the sound of the machine in the yard everywhere."

Yi Qingwei stood up slowly, Song Yezhi looked at him inexplicably.

He tore off a piece of paper, wiped his mouth and walked straight towards the bedroom, aggressively.The soft paper was crumpled into balls and fell lightly into the trash can.

The room is not big, Yi Qingwei saw the suitcase at a glance, on the top of the wardrobe, dragged it down on tiptoe, opened it, and threw it on the ground.He hooked open the closet door, and the clothes were hung neatly. He tightened a row of clothes hangers, took out a stack, and threw them on the bed.

Song Yezhi followed, stood at the door, and asked him, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

doing what?

Isn't it obvious, his urgency, his insanity, his impulsiveness and recklessness.This night was so beautiful, he was afraid that it would break open, or that it would run away, so he had to hold it firmly and implement it—immediately, he didn't want to wait a second longer.

"Pack up, now, come back with me." He said in his mouth, but his hands didn't stop.Patiently peel off one by one, roll it up, and put it in the suitcase.

Song Yezhi ran over and pulled his arm.Due to the great disparity in strength, he simply stood in front of the closet door.

"I'm not going back."

Yi Qingwei slowed down and finally stopped.Throw it down, and the suitcase is full again.

"reason."

"No."

Yi Qingwei looked at him and said, "Song Yezhi, this time, these two words can't be mixed."

"I just don't want to go back, for some reason."

"Yes, otherwise you won't be able to stay."

"When you let me go, I didn't ask you for a reason."

"Look now, I'll give you whatever you want."

Song Yezhi blinked, staggered his gaze, and remained silent.

"I can't tell." Yi Qingwei asked, "Is Jim your boyfriend?"

Song Yezhi was shocked and angry, looked at him, his eyes were bright, and he quickly retorted: "No."

"Oh." Yi Qingwei nodded, "That's someone else."

"Varied……"

Seeing the sparse smile in Yi Qingwei's eyes, he knew he had been tricked, and turned his head sullenly again.

"Tell me why you don't want to go back, tell me, and I won't force you."

I lost my word for a long time.

"Song Yezhi." Yi Qingwei slowed down.

"Ok?"

The voices of both of them are soft, crisp, hoarse, and rich in texture.

"Did you cry when you boarded the plane that dried your tears back then?"

"No."

"Did you have a good night's sleep during the years you left me?"

"some."

"Have you learned to smoke?"

"Yes."

Yi Qingwei lowered his head and pinched his slender fingers. They didn't have much flesh, but they turned into bones when touched, like bamboo knots in the New Year.He took his hand, rubbed it with his fingertips, and put it to his lips, sniffing, as if kissing lightly.

"White, fragrant." Yi Qingwei asked with a half-smile, "How many lies did you tell just now? Song Yezhi, I found that you don't touch the back of your neck when you lie now."

The hot air was sprayed into Song Yezhi's palm, and the ears began to feel hot.He turned around and drew his hand back.It was so itchy that he couldn't stop it at all. He put his back behind his back and squeezed desperately.

"In London, have you ever liked someone? Boys, girls."

"No."

This sentence is the truth.

"Have you gone to the chemical laboratory in the house?"

"Not at all."

"So long, so many, not one?"

"not even one."

This sentence is also.

"And me."

Yi Qingwei said: "Do you like me or not?"

He didn't answer.

Yi Qingwei stretched out a hand, turning Song Yezhi's face back.Song Yezhi's eyes glanced down, and he pinched his chin lightly and raised it up, he would only be satisfied if people stared at him.

"Say. The problem is much simpler than the cause."

Song Yezhi looked into those eyes and thought of many people.

"Is it very important?"

Yi Qingwei smiled.

"Have you ever seen a store that decorates gift boxes with fresh roses?" Yi Qingwei showed him the chocolates on the cabinet, and said, "I went to the store to pick them myself, new, fresh, that bunch Among the flowers, it is the most perfect one. The best pistil and the best petals, I fell in love with it at the first sight, and felt that it grew according to you."

"Song Yezhi, do you understand that?"

He was completely stunned, but Yi Qingwei didn't give his brain a chance to breathe.

"Six years ago, I agreed with you to go, because I didn't want you to be confined to that small world, and wanted you to see a bigger world, otherwise, when you grow up and meet a better one, you will regret planting me so early." On someone who makes do with it, it will be too late."

"Song Yezhi, do you understand that?"

"like……"

"Are you still willing? No matter how far away, how long, you will still say, you will admit, you like me." Song Yezhi said to him at the airport at that time, across time and space, Yi Qingwei returned the original words.

He showed his hole cards and put all his eggs in one basket.Gamblers have nothing left.

"Song Yezhi, are you still willing?" He asked again.

Song Yezhi took a deep breath: "But I don't like it anymore."

"what?"

"You. I don't like you anymore."

Yi Qingwei let go of him.

"Say it again."

Song Yezhi smiled, a little sadly.He shook his head and begged, "Uncle, forget it."

Yi Qingwei was surprisingly calm, staring at him, nodding, his long arms passed over him, he pulled out a long coat from the cabinet, and said, "Smell, what does it smell like?"

Song Yezhi didn't speak.

He answered for him, cold and affectionate.

"Blenheim Bouquet - the perfume I used when I was 22 years old. Song Yezhi, 7 years have passed. When did you start looking for it? How long did you find it? How many bottles have you used up? Huh?"

When Yi Qingwei opened the closet just now, the scent hit his face, and the smell became more and more familiar, and he remembered it in a blink of an eye.Panmeligan's perfume, he had long since stopped using it.

In an instant, Song Yezhi's eyes were full of tears. The secret was discovered and exposed, and he was embarrassed for himself.

Yi Qingwei threw off his clothes and hugged him tightly.Rubbing their ears together, they cursed cruelly and tenderly: "Song Yezhi, if you don't like me, who else can you like?"

"Yi Qingwei, I can't stay with you. Grandpa doesn't allow it, sister-in-law doesn't allow it, grandpa Yi doesn't allow it, and everyone doesn't allow it. If I stay for a long time, you won't allow it either. You have already pushed me away time."

Song Yezhi tried his best to open his eyes wide. In the past six years, no matter how much he thought about Yi Qingwei, he never shed tears.In his blurred vision, he only saw Song Yingjun who was old and sick, Yi Jin who was haggard and helpless, and Yi Weigong who was lying on the bed, praying for Yi Qingwei's wife and children.

Yi Qingwei.

This was the first time Song Yezhi called his name.

With a bang, Yi Qingwei's heart trembled.The most vivid experience is that Song Yezhi has grown into a handsome young man, on an equal footing with himself.The shackles of age and shackles of identity are all removed, and he and he are two innocent people.

"I admit that six years was wasted. I haven't made any progress. I still like you. But...but, forget it." It sounded like he was stuttering, Song Yezhi seemed to be trying to persuade himself.

Six years have been wasted, I have made no progress, but I still like you.

Yi Qingwei could only hear this sentence.

Song Yezhi leaned against the wooden door of the closet, Yi Qingwei lightly held his face with both hands, and looked at him with tenderness like water.

Moist eyelashes, shiny eyes, flushed cheeks.

Yi Qingwei's right palm followed his gaze, chin, ear edge, neck bend.Put your hands on the back of Song Yezhi's head, and lock it, your eyes cover the peak of Song Yezhi's lips, and lock it.

Yi Qingwei bent his neck, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Dry and soft, he remained silent for a few seconds, without any intention of stopping, slowly sticking out the tip of his tongue, deftly tracing Song Yezhi's beautiful and delicate lip line, licking, licking, his tongue touched his lips. lip lines.

It's wet now.

It was the first time the person under him had encountered such a thing, and immediately his bones went limp and his whole body went limp.Yi Qingwei smiled, clamped Song Yezhi's waist with his arms, pushed Song Yezhi's legs apart with his knees, pressed against the door, and bent even deeper.

His body, his heart, and his soul are all supported by Yi Qingwei's strength.

Dissatisfied with this, the tongue protruded an inch, the two lips were separated, Song Yezhi aligned his teeth, and did not let him go.Yi Qingwei laughed so hard that Meng Lang sucked his lower lip twice, then bit it lightly.

"Baby, let me in. Stick out your tongue, don't hide from me."

Those tears were finally forced down.

Tasting salty, dipping in astringent, Yi Qingwei pried open Song Yezhi's teeth.In the wet and soft cavity, the tip of the tongue meets the tip of the tongue, like a wave testing the beach, advancing and retreating from time to time, teasing patiently.They went around and around, and finally got entangled together, the sound of water sizzling, lingering endlessly.

Song Yezhi's arm climbed onto Yi Qingwei's neck unconsciously, while Yi Qingwei kept tightening his waist forcefully, and the chest and abdomen of the two were tightly pressed together.

In this reluctant kiss, in this endless tears, Yi Qingwei thought about something clearly.

Song Yezhi couldn't help lying on Yi Qingwei's shoulders and panting.Yi Qingwei's hand moved back and forth on his waist, and then climbed up, Song Yezhi raised his head with his chin pinched.Yi Qingwei's eyes are full of smiles, almost overflowing.He kissed his forehead, the center of the brows, the bridge of the nose, the corners of the eyes, the earlobes, the cheeks, the chin, and after a circle, he returned to his lips, grinding softly and heavily.

"Still crying." He said against his lips.

"Blame who."

Yi Qingwei left his mouth, pressed his forehead against each other, his breath was intertwined, and his breath was hot.

"I like to see you cry."

"You said, let me stop crying for you."

"I was wrong. What I want to say is, Song Yezhi, just shed tears for me."

Yi Qingwei hugged him tightly, and bit his neck tightly with his teeth.Song Yezhi felt the pain and trembled like an electric shock, he bit the lip that Yi Qingwei had bitten just now, and grabbed Yi Qingwei's back tightly.

His suit was completely wrinkled.

And he was panting again.

"It's my fault that I have no brains when I see you. If you don't go back, don't go back." Yi Qingwei retracted his teeth, stretched out his tongue and gently licked the red tooth marks, "Song Yezhi, wait for me here obediently."

Song Yezhi, you and I can't finish.

Thousands of threads can be cut with you, can you cut them off completely?