Yizhi

Cool fingertips danced on the thin collarbone.

"Are you sleepy?" Yi Qingwei asked.

"Are you sleepy?" Song Yezhi asked.

"I am not sleepy."

"I'm not sleepy either."

When the time came, Jim was up and walking about the living room.

"I'll give you a suggestion."

"what?"

"Take a vacation and stay here. I haven't slept much, are you tired?"

This morning was not wasted.They have been chatting in vain, standing, sitting, lying down, with words in their mouths all the time.During this period, when Song Yezhi had to sleep, Yi Qingwei was watching him with open eyes.

I didn't sleep well during this hour, it was all a dream, and the dream was full of Yi Qingwei.However, the good thing is that after waking up, people ran out of their dreams and stayed in reality.

Song Yezhi listened to Yi Qingwei's suggestion, but didn't reply immediately, just looked at him.

He found another good thing, he can look at him without shyness, with straightforward, passionate, and timeless love.I was afraid that he would find out before, but now I am afraid that he will not notice.

Yi Qingwei laughed at him: "Really thinking about it?"

Song Yezhi also laughed at him: "Your suggestion is like a child."

"If I ask for leave, it will be a headache for professors and colleagues."

Song Yezhi would only say this to Yi Qingwei.If human beings have tails, at this moment his tails must be raised proudly, swaying gently at Yi Qingwei, asking for praise from an outstanding student who has taken care of himself well.

As expected, Yi Qingwei rewarded him, and at some point the sheep's head necklace that he had hidden was revealed, pressed over, wrapped around Song Yezhi's slender neck, and fastened.

Yi Qingwei kissed the necklace, and said softly: "Don't take it off, tell me if you're tired, and I'll buy you another one."

Then he patted Song Yezhi's butt and restored the volume: "If you don't get up again, it will be too late."

"What about you?"

"Me." Yi Qingwei said, "I'll be waiting for you at home."

Song Yezhi smiled.

Yi Qingwei has never looked at a person's smile so carefully.He pursed his lips, holding out the small bead of his lips, his chin became sharper, and he lifted the slight brackets on his cheeks.The eyes are curved, the upper and lower eyelashes meet at the end of the eyes, and the beautiful lying silkworms become more obvious.

silent, vivid.

so cute.All affection, joy, and satisfaction are all on that face, all in that smile.If you are full, convey it to Yi Qingwei, and drag him to feel it together.

"Song Yezhi."

"Ok?"

Do you want to take me to work with you?

It was so dangerous that I almost blurted out.

He mocked himself, Yi Qingwei, are you still saved?

"Do you want me to pick you up from get off work?" He said.

"Like picking me up from get out of class before?"

"Yes, or?"

"Okay."

Song Yezhi laughed again, grinning, showing his small fangs.

London rarely sees the sun, but today it does.

Song Yezhi went to take a hasty shower, his hair was half dry, and he stood in front of the closet to pick out clothes.Pick out one by one, and take off one by one through the cover of the closet door.

"Uncle, you can sleep a little longer."

"Ah."

Yi Qingwei lay straight on the bed with his arms crossed behind his head, lowering his gaze, blocking part of the sunlight from the front window.He concentrated on looking at the pair of shapely and slender legs under the door.

"After waking up, there is something to eat in the refrigerator, just warm it up."

"Ah."

"If you want to eat better, there is a restaurant downstairs."

"Ah."

After Song Yezhi finished changing, the pajamas that had been taken off were thrown on the bed, and lay beside Yi Qingwei's feet.He walked towards the head of the bed, squatted down, and rummaged through the things he wanted to bring when he went out.

"Slippers, toothbrushes, and bathrobes are all new. They're in the bathroom. I've taken them out for you."

"Ah."

Yi Qingwei's eyes followed him, his lying position remained the same, but his head turned to the side.He is close at hand.

Song Yezhi also tilted his head to look at him: "Aren't you only saying yes?"

"Ah."

Song Yezhi smiled and raised his chin at him: "Then I'm leaving."

"Ah."

Both said so, neither of them moved.

Yi Qingwei looked at him, waiting for him.

In the next second, Song Yezhi stretched out his right hand to close the bedroom door, climbed onto the back of Yi Qingwei's neck with his left hand, leaned forward, knelt on one knee, and sent himself up.

He only kissed briefly goodbye, but Yi Qingwei didn't think so.

Yi Qingwei's crossed hands also parted, freeing one to support his body, and the other to cover Song Yezhi's head, preventing him from escaping.The kiss got deeper and deeper, Song Yezhi's waist was forced to straighten, his five fingers pressed against Yi Qingwei's chest, tightened slowly, and grabbed the collar.

When the oxygen was exhausted, Song Yezhi groaned, but Yi Qingwei let him go.He retracted the tip of his tongue and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, I'm really leaving."

His forehead was lightly pressed against his forehead, and he turned around.

Yi Qingwei bit him: "Okay, be good, see you tonight."

Jim and Song Yezhi left together, leaving Yi Qingwei alone, and the house was left alone.

He dug out a bag of medicines from his bag, picked out one by one according to the type and dosage, and piled it up in the palm of his hand.He went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, and when the water turned cold, he wandered around the house, such as visiting the exhibition hall.

The house is neat and clean, the windows are also spotless, there should be regular domestic help.The living room has only one couch, scattered low cloth stools, and a fluffy carpet underneath.From time to time, there were dropped books everywhere, and Yi Qingwei picked them up to read, and they were all papers and periodicals.

Finally came to the study, there is a big bookcase.No books, just trophies and picture frames.

Yi Qingwei put down the water and took down the trophy to look at it.

Some are Song Yezhi's, some are Jim's.

And picture frames.

Part of it is a graduation photo, part of it is a group photo at a dinner party, and part of it is a souvenir after winning an award.There are also single photos of Song Yezhi, in the laboratory, on the podium, on the court, in the community, in the aid station...

All records of the road he traveled.

Song Yezhi was not a person who liked to take pictures before.

Yi Qingwei looked at it for a long time, and finally put them all back to their original positions, gently and carefully.

In fact, he treated Song Yezhi the same way.

He was always afraid that if he tried too hard, he would scare away the ultimate, fragile, and hard-won joy and happiness.

Coming out of the institute, the sky is pink and purple, and night is approaching.

Standing under the streetlight at the door was a handsome Asian man with an unfamiliar face and gentle demeanor, waiting for someone.It caused the men and women who got off work to look back frequently, looking at him for a while, and looking for someone among their colleagues to see which one he belonged to.

Song Yezhi came out along the crowd, then escaped from the crowd and ran towards Yi Qingwei.

Yi Qingwei took off the coat that was on his arm. Before leaving the house, he picked out a coat from the closet and wanted to put it on for Song Yezhi.

"It's windy at night."

Song Yezhi opened his arms obediently, waiting for him to tidy up for himself.

He grunted to him, without panting: "I came out in such a hurry, I accidentally dirty the test tube, I have to go back and wash it again, otherwise I must be the first person to see you."

Yi Qingwei kept his head down and listened for a while.The buttons were fastened one by one, but he still refused to look up.

He stared at the fingers under his long sleeve and asked, "Do you want to hold hands?"

"Okay." Song Yezhi blinked, nodded, agreed, and nodded a few more times.

Interlock your fingers, and there will be sharp-eyed and good-hearted people coming up to chat.Asked if today's work is going well, asked about dinner plans later, went around and finally arrived at the destination: "Song, who is this?"

Song Yezhi didn't answer, looked at Yi Qingwei, and quietly mouthed for help.

How to say.

Yi Qingwei was amused, nodded to the gentleman who came, and said, "Hello, I am his lover."

As soon as the words came out, a bunch of ears behind immediately got the information, exclaimed, and some who liked to boo were whistling and applauding.

A burst of electricity rushed through, from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, Song Yezhi's face was extremely hot, no matter how strong the wind was, it was useless.

Yi Qingwei deliberately slowed down, and the two of them fell behind the crowd.

"Why are you shy?"

"no."

Yi Qingwei rubbed his round nails with his fingertips: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all."

He looked at his ears that were getting redder and said, "Then it's up to you to talk next time."

"Then let me call you lover too, okay?" He innocently and naively sought approval.

"Okay." Yi Qingwei said, "You can also try other things."

"what?"

"Boyfriend?" The tail tune was raised slightly, as if he was asking for his opinion.

Song Yezhi was too thin-skinned to look at him, but Yi Qingwei continued talking.

"husband?"

Maybe he was really fooled by the wind, Song Yezhi responded: "Hey."

The colleague who was walking in front looked back at the couple gossipingly from time to time. Coincidentally, he bumped into Dr. Song, who had always been gentle, polite, mature and steady, being held by his lover's shoulders and pinching the back of his neck to teach him a lesson.

Because Jim was at home, Yi Qingwei disagreed with Song Yezhi's proposal to cook at home, so they found a restaurant and ate steak.There were also many couples sitting in the restaurant, and he and he were just one of the ordinary couples.

Conversation and laughter, the collision of knives and forks, and the melodious sound of violins.

A small round platform was set out in the restaurant, on which entertainers performed.

Song Yezhi looked up from time to time, and Yi Qingwei noticed it.

"Do you look better than me?"

Song Yezhi smiled and shook his head: "Does it sound as good as me?"

Yi Qingwei finally realized something: "We are so naive."

After cutting off a small piece of beef, Song Yezhi said, "I just feel like a piano is missing."

Yi Qingwei forked the beef on his plate and nodded: "Yes, there is nothing better than a piano to match a violin."

Song Yezhi smiled foolishly at him again.

Later, after leaving the restaurant, Yi Qingwei pulled him into the red double-decker bus, and there were almost no one there.

Song Yezhi asked him where he was going, and Yi Qingwei said it depends on the driver's mood.

"Shall we go home and sleep after we finish the round?"

"Sleepy?"

"still has not now."

They sit side by side, close together.Yi Qingwei spread out his palm and put it on his thigh, Song Yezhi moved, took his arm and put his fist on it.

He covered it.

They are very close together, like two plants, squeezed into a potted plant, growing together.

The bus came to the Thames, passed the Cathedral, passed Tower Bridge, passed the London Eye, passed Big Ben.

"Do you want to go down?" Yi Qingwei asked in a low voice.

Song Yezhi leaned on his shoulder and shook his head.

The night was very cold, but Yi Qingwei was very warm, he didn't want to leave.He even asked the bus to keep driving forever without stopping.He and him will never move, never be separated.

The upper floor has a wide view, and the strings of lights on the ground are lit up, like another bright river.

"Cold?"

"are you cold?"

"I'm not cold."

"I'm a little." Song Yezhi hugged his arm.

Yi Qingwei pulled the hood of his coat on for him, without moving.Song Yezhi's nose was flushed, and his eyes were watery.Eyes half-closed by the wind, gentle and harmless, so obedient.

"Baby." Yi Qingwei called him.

"Uncle." Song Yezhi answered him.

Song Yezhi's fist slowly unfolded into a palm, and his fingers filled the gaps between Yi Qingwei's fingers one by one.Then Yi Qingwei's hand suddenly held him very hard, and slowly turned over to kiss him.

It's very light, very shallow, and it's as short as a heartbeat.

The tip of the nose is against the tip of the nose, and the breath interferes with each other.Close your eyes, there is a flickering light.

The bus didn't stop, and the wind didn't stop.

The night view of London is so beautiful.

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Very nice.