Yizhi

Since coming to London, he has walked this street at least twice a day.On weekdays, you can know whether the shops you pass by are open or closed with your head down, and you can know whether the bricks under your feet are red or green with your eyes closed.The white pigeons resident in the small square are also familiar, and the one with black feathers is especially close to humans.

However, no matter how old the road is, it can also find new ideas.

For example, at three o'clock in the morning, its appearance becomes unfamiliar.

A new doctoral student in the laboratory made a mistake and made a mistake in the data. He was afraid of dragging down the progress of the whole group, so he planned to make corrections all night long.Song Yezhi noticed it and stayed to help him sort it out.The two of them worked hard all night, and at the end of the day, it was almost three o'clock, so they could go home and rest for a few hours.

The ink soaked the sky and flowed to the cities on the ground.The thin and tall street lamps flickering on and off, it is better not to have them at all.Without enough light, many things in the dark corners became crawling monsters.

In the silence and darkness, Song Yezhi stared at the four directions with his eyes wide open, and listened to all directions with his ears pricked up, for fear of encountering a drunk with a gun or a stray dog ​​who didn't sleep at night.He was wearing a simple short T-shirt, his hands had to hang outside, and his sense of security was reduced.

He was on guard all the way, and when he came downstairs safely, he breathed a sigh of relief.Before he was exhausted, he heard the sound of footsteps going downstairs in a hurry, from far to near.Song Yezhi stepped aside, lowered his head and let people go first.

The black shadow quickly passed him and rushed into the night, which was the direction Song Yezhi came from.

Song Yezhi raised his eyes and glanced, the black clothes were mixed with the street under the night, and it was difficult to capture the outline.He turned his head, stopped looking, and when he raised his foot to step up the stairs, he heard the man come back again.Slowing down, he sensed, coming towards him.

what......

Song Yezhi turned his back to him, unable to tell whether the visitor was bad or not.He clenched his phone tightly, not thinking about whether he should run or not.

"Song Yezhi."

A deep male voice sounded, Song Yezhi's head buzzed, and he said again: What...

He turned around, and Yi Qingwei stood in front of him, panting slightly.

From the early morning when he left to this early morning, the interval was only four days.

At that time Yi Qingwei asked Song Yezhi to wait for him, Song Yezhi thought that this time, he would have to wait for a long, long time.

"Why do I always see you in the early morning." He said.

In fact, it wasn't a question, but just muttered involuntarily.

Always like a dream.

"Blame me, I wanted to come to you earlier, but I forgot whether it was the right time or not." Yi Qingwei said.

Song Yezhi realized that the psychological defense line he had built in just a few days was not strong enough to resist him, so he didn't answer, turned his head and walked upstairs.Finding that Yi Qingwei didn't follow, he stopped again and turned around to wait for him at a high place.

Yi Qingwei kept looking at him, seeing that he really stopped obediently, smiled, and then raised his heels and walked over.

On the third floor, Song Yezhi found out the key, opened the door lightly, and the house was quiet.Yi Qingwei followed in, closed the door with a bang, and turned on the light with a bang.

Song Yezhi looked back at him.

Yi Qingwei couldn't stop laughing: "What's wrong? Jim is awake."

After the words fell, Jim opened the door of the room in time and said, "Yes, but I'm going to bed soon, I wish you good night!"

"Good night." Yi Qingwei nodded in response.

Song Yezhi went to the kitchen, found the kettle, and fetched water.Yi Qingwei is well aware of his habits, and knows that the water can only be burned for himself.

Yi Qingwei: "I don't like drinking hot water either."

Song Yezhi: "I know, Nuan Nuan."

After turning on the light, he realized that Yi Qingwei's lips were a little pale, and his complexion was very bad, not good-looking.

A few minutes later, Song Yezhi brought it for him persistently. Yi Qingwei was afraid that the cup would not be insulated, so he had to take it immediately.Xu Xu took a sip, and while he wasn't paying attention, put it on the table and ignored it.

Then, he turned to Song Yezhi's bedroom like a leader inspecting.First of all, he opened the closet and sniffed for a while, Yi Qingwei said: "There is no perfume smell."

Song Yezhi was closing the window, drawing the curtains, and turned his head when he heard the sound.

"Yes, I changed."

Song Yezhi seems to be conveying his determination not to like him anymore.

Yi Qingwei didn't care much, as if nothing had happened: "Oh."

"As soon as I walked in, Jim dragged me to see the rose specimen you made overnight, it's very beautiful." He boasted.

Song Yezhi: "..."

The moment the two of them fell silent at the same time, the lights went out.

Song Yezhi took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and said calmly, "The power supply here has always been like this."

It was Yi Qingwei's turn to stop talking.

He calmed down and kept coming closer.

Song Yezhi retreated again and again, his body touched the door, he turned a corner, and his heels touched the wall.

Yi Qingwei stretched out his arms, and the door closed slowly with a click.

"You were scared downstairs just now, weren't you?"

"Are you going to find me just now?" Song Yezhi asked.

"Yes, it's too late, it's not safe."

In fact, Yi Qingwei didn't pay attention to what he said at all, but just stared at Song Yezhi's face, fascinated by the light diffused in the air.He moved, grasping Song Yezhi's waist with both hands, his feet moved forward, his hands stretched back, grasping tightly, getting closer, and retracting.

He wrapped him in his arms, but rested his head on his shoulder.

Protected and depended on.

The mobile phone was sandwiched between the two people's stomachs, and the flashlight that came with it was not turned off, but it couldn't show a trace of light.

"Song Yezhi, give me a hug too, okay?"

Yi Qingwei sounded extremely tired.

Song Yezhi broke free his hand, and obediently wrapped it around Yi Qingwei's neck.The fiery breath made him tremble, and the sensitive skin behind his ears and neck ignited and shouted, causing Song Yezhi to hug him even tighter, not relaxing.

The mobile phone in his hand was also free, and the white light burst out, aiming at Song Yezhi's face, causing him to shrink his head with his eyes closed, and hide in front of Yi Qingwei.

The eyelids just lifted, and there was a coolness on the lips, and it was Yi Qingwei who kissed him.

He kissed gently and softly like a dragonfly on the water.

Like a ferocious beast catching its prey for the first time, savoring it carefully and carefully.

The lips of both of them were cool and moist. It was clearly June, but it smelled like spring.

"Did you miss me?" Yi Qingwei asked in a low voice.

Song Yezhi didn't answer.

Yi Qingwei must have smiled, the corners of his mouth curved.Then, after a few more kisses, the tongue broke in, and the tenderness just now changed immediately.Wrapped in love, carrying intentions, attacking and persecuting.He lured the tip of his tongue towards him and licked it slowly.

Yi Qingwei's hand pinching Song Yezhi's waist moved down slowly, becoming more and more excessive, Song Yezhi twisted his body, in order to avoid his hand, stood up straighter, and raised his buttocks.Just in line with Yi Qingwei's wishes, he slowly exerted force at this height, pressing the person to himself.The toe of the shoe was broken and two steps forward, their bodies were pressed together, the sweatpants were forced to rub against the trousers, and there was nowhere to escape.

"It seems to be thinking." Yi Qingwei said for him with a hoarse voice.

The temperature was low in the early morning, and the two of them were very hot and their hands were cold.

Yi Qingwei took Song Yezhi's hand and put it on his face.He squeezed his fingers one by one, and pulled them to his lips to kiss from time to time, Song Yezhi's hand was warmed by him like this.

Song Yezhi rested his head on Yi Qingwei's chest, and when he spoke, the two felt the vibration of the same frequency.

"Uncle."

"Ok?"

"What are you... doing now?"

"I'm chasing you."

"Does it mean that you want to fall in love together and become a couple?"

"More than that. I also want to live in the same house with you, sleep in the same bed, get up together, eat together, go to work together, and go home together."

Song Yezhi thought for a while: "But I didn't promise you."

"Yes, promise me."

"But you've already kissed me twice." Song Yezhi paused and popped out the words.

"Sorry, I can't help it."

Song Yezhi raised his head abruptly, Yi Qingwei put his palm on the wall with quick hands and eyes.

"Why? Want to have a concussion?" As soon as he said these three words, Yi Qingwei's head became dizzy reflexively.

Song Yezhi turned his head, took Yi Qingwei's hand down, rubbed it slowly in his palm, and wiped off all the gray stains on the wall on the delicate white back of his hand.

"I don't know why you suddenly said that you like me, that you want to be with me." Song Yezhi looked at his hand and said in a low voice.

He wanted to understand something.

If you are not clear, if you don't know the source, you will worry about not being able to catch it, and you will worry about gains and losses.He didn't want to be such a pitiful person.

"Suddenly. Song Yezhi, I can't tell how long I've been waiting for you."

Song Yezhi grabbed his right hand, and Yi Qingwei gestured with his left hand.

"You were so tall when I made up my mind to wait for you, but now you are so tall."

Song Yezhi deliberately didn't look at him: "It's true."

"Do you want me to kiss you again?" He coaxed him, his lips sticking to the side of his neck again, "After the kiss, I'll tell you."

Yi Qingwei spoke nonsense, wanting to see him blushing, and waiting for him to become angry from embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, Song Yezhi held his face in both hands, stood on tiptoe, and put his lips to his lips.Not enough, he still imitated Yi Qingwei, opened his lips, stretched out the wet tip of his tongue, and walked softly between his teeth.

Yi Qingwei was flattered, and then responded shallowly, conniving at Song Yezhi's chaos.In less than ten seconds, he turned against the guest, pressed the back of his head with his palm, and pushed it back against the wall. He was more fierce and presumptuous, and wanted to be a competent teacher.

The back of his hand, which he had carefully cleaned, was dirty again.

Song Yezhi's feet were gradually unable to stand on tiptoe, and Yi Qingwei stepped up his offensive with his lips and tongue.He squeezed between Song Yezhi's legs, placed his hands on his buttocks, pinched his wide-open thighs, lifted him easily, and hugged him.

Song Yezhi leaned his back against the wall, his long legs wrapped around Yi Qingwei's waist without a teacher, and kissed him condescendingly.

"How tall was I then?" he asked him, his voice low and thin.

You just said how tall I was when you fell in love with me.

"How tall were you when you were 17? How tall were you when you ran to the hospital every day to deliver meals to me? How tall were you when you played the Liang Zhu on the same stage with me? Maybe earlier, how tall were you when I celebrated your birthday? New Year brings you How tall were you when you were trying on clothes? How tall were you when I saw you standing with Cui Fenghuang for the first time in the alley?"

"But you never came back."

Yi Qingwei kept rubbing Song Yezhi's thin lips, and every time he said a word, his voice became lower.

Song Yezhi left his lips and bit his chin.

Hot tears flowed into Yi Qingwei's mouth.

He was in pain and itching, and he went to kiss Song Yezhi's eyes.

Tender, slippery, moist and warm.

"Don't cry, baby, don't cry."

"Uncle..." he called him.

"Ok?"

"Uncle."

With his arms clasped tightly, he also buried his head in the crescent of his neck.