Yizhi

The plane crashed into the clouds, and the visor was pulled up, and there were big and big white flowers outside.Not far away is the sun, which is not as magnificent as when watching from the ground. A simple round of orange-yellow sunset looks weak.The light spreads on the cotton-like clouds, rendering a golden piece.

Song Yezhi likes the clouds and the sky so much, has he ever encountered such a scene, and has his eyes widened in amazement when he saw it, Yi Qingwei thought.

It's a pity that there is no camera, Yi Qingwei thought again.

“Mr. Yi, do you need a blanket?”

"No, thanks."

There are very few direct flights between Beijing and London. Yi Qingwei flew to London three times in July, and he has already become familiar with the flight attendants.

Song Yezhi stood with the people who picked up the plane, and most of them were holding up ostentatious signs, with their names and greetings written in exaggerated paint.He thought about the scene where he came to pick up Yi Qingwei in such a high-profile way next time, it might be classified as trickery for him.

He smiled.

Yi Qingwei passed the customs, walked out from the passage, and climbed over the winding railings. Song Yezhi kept staring at him.

As he got closer, Yi Qingwei noticed the computer bag in his hand.

"He came directly from the research institute?"

"Yes." Song Yezhi nodded, bending his eyes at him.

Yi Qingwei lowered his body, lifted his bag, and picked up his hand by the way.

"Isn't it enough for you to wait at home obediently?"

Yi Qingwei didn't ask questions seriously, and Song Yezhi didn't answer seriously.

He said nonsense: "I thought about it too, but I came by the way."

Not holding hands anymore, Yi Qingwei relied on his height, kneading the back of his neck all the way out of the airport.

When they got downstairs, they got out of the car and went shopping in the supermarket first.Song Yezhi's main station area is the fresh food area. After all, he is in charge of the kitchen. At this time, Song Yezhi said what he was talking about.When he got to the snack area, he lost the right to speak, and every time he took something, he got Yi Qingwei's eyes, after all, Yi Qingwei was in charge of him.

Control sugar, control salt, control junk food.

"If you control it, you will have no snacks to eat."

Yi Qingwei brought him a few cans.

Song Yezhi was not satisfied.

"I want something hard."

Yi Qingwei glanced at him, Song Yezhi's eyes were fixed on the broad beans and potato chips.Yi Qingwei's Adam's apple rolled, gritted his teeth for no reason and smiled, and reluctantly threw in a few more packs of puffed food for that person.

Yi Qingwei was in front, walking towards the cashier with the trolley in hand, and Song Yezhi followed behind, muttering, let's add a little more of this, let's add a little more of that.

All were automatically blocked by him.

The two climbed several floors with four big bags and stopped at the door of the house. Song Yezhi struggled to find the key.

Yi Qingwei: "Knock on the door."

"No one's home, Jim went to his mother's this weekend."

Seeing him dig out a thin piece of silver key from the hidden interlayer of the computer bag, and open the door, Yi Qingwei bent down to carry the bag home, and said, "Song Yezhi, I've wanted to say it for a long time, your key It’s so crude. Learn from Zhao Huanyu and hang some fancy little things on it, which are conspicuous and easy to carry.”

"Simple is easy to carry." Song Yezhi retorted.

Yi Qingwei was instantly persuaded: "It seems to be right."

He also said: "In short, hang something, it's so pitiful to be alone."

Song Yezhi asked: "Uncle, is yours very luxurious?"

"Better than yours."

"Do you really use pendants?"

"No."

"Let me see."

"No."

"Uncle, take a look, let me learn."

The last bag of things came into the house, and Song Yezhi wanted to search his pockets. Yi Qingwei kicked the door shut with the toe of his shoe, hugged him, and pressed him against the door panel.The person in his arms wrapped his arms around his waist and stopped moving.

Song Yezhi buried his head on Yi Qingwei's chest, and after a moment of silence, his fingers nimbly slipped into his pocket, and what he touched was also a dull piece of metal.

"Half catty is right." He said.

"Song Yezhi, you just want to be hugged by me." Yi Qingwei said.

He shook his head, indifferently, like a pet rubbing against someone.Song Yezhi raised his head, his hair was disheveled, and he said, "I need to ask for other things."

"Miss me."

I haven't seen you for almost ten days.

He has always been frank, nodded: "Think about it."

After finishing speaking, he raised his face and opened his mouth slightly.

At the end of the kiss, the atmosphere gradually became tense. Song Yezhi wanted to let Yi Qingwei's hand out of his trouser pocket, but he smiled and grabbed his wrist, prohibiting him from retreating.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when we started cooking, and we needed to turn on the lights in the kitchen to get some light.

Song Yezhi sorted the contents of the bag and put them in the refrigerator. Yi Qingwei wanted to intervene, but he stopped him.Yi Qingwei watched from the side with a glass of water, coming over to feed him from time to time.

He prepared the ingredients with a knife in front of the chopping board, and Yi Qingwei washed the vegetables in front of the sink.He stood in front of the stove cooking, and Yi Qingwei tied an apron for him.Then put his hands around his waist and did not leave, and then leaned his head against his neck.

Song Yezhi's waist and Yi Qingwei's arms circled from back to front, and he could still touch the back of his elbows.

The eggs are being fried in the pan, and the oil is sizzling.

"I also saw poached eggs in the sky today." Yi Qingwei remembered and told him.

"The meal on the flight changed?"

Yi Qingwei said: "No. I was in the cabin and saw the sun in the middle, surrounded by a group of clouds. At that time, I felt like a poached egg."

Song Yezhi was amused, raised his head and fell back on Yi Qingwei's solid chest, he laughed, his eyes narrowed, and his voice was clear and happy.

Yi Qingwei was infected by him, wanted to laugh, but was a little annoyed at the same time, biting Song Yezhi's neck: "What's so funny."

Song Yezhi turned down his anger, laughed weakly, waved his hands, and then covered his lower abdomen, saying that his stomach was so sore.

Yi Qingwei reached out to knead the egg for him, but he jumped to avoid it, not forgetting to turn the egg over.

"It's really similar." Yi Qingwei said.

"well."

"Stop laughing."

"Good good."

"Also laughing."

"No, I can't, give me a few more minutes."

For a while they quarreled, and for a while they hugged together again.Bickering for a while, and laughing again for a while.The originally small kitchen became more crowded. In order to prevent the smell of oily smoke from spreading into the living room, they closed the door, and the noise of laughter and noise could not escape. only long.

After dinner, Yi Qingwei cleaned the pots and bowls while Song Yezhi was taking a bath. Song Yezhi stared at the empty pool for a few seconds, then went to the refrigerator to get some fruit.

After both of them finished washing, they lay down on the bed together.Song Yezhi was holding a fruit plate, and Yi Qingwei was holding a notebook.

Song Yezhi forked an apple and asked, "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

Yi Qingwei kept his eyes on the computer, opened his mouth, and really waited for Song Yezhi to reach his teeth.

"At six o'clock in the afternoon, we can have dinner together."

Every time Yi Qingwei came, he could only stay for two days at most.Stay overnight and eat three meals.

Song Yezhi reacted: "Is this a foreign relationship?"

Yi Qingwei bit the apple and turned to look at him: "It sounds like you are quite beautiful."

Song Yezhi pursed his lips and smiled, and asked, "How far is it from finishing?"

Yi Qingwei: "A little bit, are you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy." He said, "I chose to study medicine before, but then my grandfather thought I was doing it for you, so he didn't allow me to fill it out. Otherwise, I can write this report for you now, and then you sleep."

Yi Qingwei: "Think? So it's not because of me."

"...Indeed it is."

He touched his head: "It's almost over, baby, go to bed first."

No matter how many times Yi Qingwei called him that, he couldn't bear it.With a limp arm, she lay on his stomach and said softly, "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

"Grandpa called me yesterday."

"Uncle Song or my father?"

"Uncle Song." Song Yezhi called.

Yi Qingwei laughed: "What did you say?"

"He said he would send me the stewed mutton."

Song Yezhi told Yi Qingwei that he wanted to say that braised mutton can be bought in London and sent back and forth, not to mention the trouble, the postage is more expensive than mutton.

Unexpectedly, Yi Qingwei replied: "Well, call me next time, and I will bring it here."

Song Yezhi: "..."

Fine.

"And stewed beef."

"it is good."

"Braised duck meat."

"Row."

"Braised chicken."

While talking, Yi Qingwei noticed it and slapped him on the buttocks: "Do you want me to fuck you again?"

Song Yezhi twisted and straightened up: "Did Huanyu contact you?"

"Not recently."

"She ignored me, too."

"Get busy. Affected by SARS, I have to be busy recently to revive the inbound tourists."

"Okay. Where's Brother Lejie?"

"I can see you from time to time, what's the matter?"

"He and that, is sister-in-law Gan Tingyi okay?"

Yi Qingwei felt that Song Yezhi might be bored, and he also replied boredly: "It should be, and I will greet their love life for you later."

"Still...let's say goodbye."

Chatting one after another, Yi Qingwei checked some things after the email was successfully sent, but he didn't hear Song Yezhi's voice for a few minutes, and looking at the person in front of his belly, he was already asleep.He lightly supported Song Yezhi's face, put it on the pillow, put his notebook down firmly, turned off the small bedside lamp, and kissed him on the face in the dark.

Sleeping poorly, Song Yezhi half-opened his eyes in a daze, and said softly, "Uncle... hug me to sleep."

"How to hug?"

"Hands..." He was extremely sleepy, his brain couldn't turn quickly, and his words couldn't be coherent. He paused for a long time before continuing, "Put it on your waist."

Yi Qingwei didn't bother him anymore, picked up a strand of hair that was gathered on his eyelashes with his fingers, and said, "Okay, hug it."

"Good night, uncle."

"Good night baby."

Song Yezhi said "hmm", stretched out his hand, closed his eyes and groped, hung on Yi Qingwei's neck, pulled it over and kissed his chin, and fell asleep peacefully with his eyes closed.

In the middle of the night, Song Yezhi was woken up and ate too much fruit before going to bed.He pulled out his hands and feet inch by inch. Finally, he froze for a while, observing Yi Qingwei's movements, then gently got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom on tiptoe.

When he came back, he planned to drill back in the same way, and rubbed his hands to gather heat, fearing that Yi Qingwei would wake up from the cold.When taking off his shoes, he accidentally touched the computer on the bedside. Yi Qingwei forgot to turn it off before, and it turned on when he touched it.

Afraid of stabbing the person on the bed, Song Yezhi hurriedly moved closer to block the light with his hands. The webpage stopped at the English interface. He glanced at it, and it contained information on various hospitals in London, as well as detailed admission and application conditions.What do you want to do?

After the first meeting, Yi Qingwei never said that he wanted Song Yezhi to return to China.

The remaining sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

Song Yezhi turned off the computer and climbed back into Yi Qingwei's arms.

He became more and more awake and could not fall asleep.

Song Yezhi took out the cell phone under the pillow, looked through the chat messages with Jim, colleagues, and the professor, one by one.During this period of time, Song Yezhi has been discussing with them how to add to the progress of the project. It doesn't matter how heavy the tasks are, Song Yezhi can take them all.

Have some peace of mind.

But still not fast enough.

How to do.

He opened his eyes and looked at Yi Qingwei's sleeping face, with affection in his heart.

As a result, the rain that came to London at night was very thin, very small, and very gentle, falling on the window sill.

Whenever it rains, he will miss him especially.

Even if he is holding him at this time, there is no exception.

Song Yezhi's fingers slid down along the line of the arm and touched Yi Qingwei's wrist.He gently circled it, and pulled it to his cheeks and ears.

Steady and orderly.

In the dark, discarding impurities, he listened to his pulse piously.

Uncle, wait for me, okay?

In place, let me go towards you.

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It's getting cold, friends who sleep alone, put on a few more pajamas before getting into bed.